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@meow_wow
28 / male / bisexual / 8♢

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My Self-Summary

Back where I'm from, I was personally mentored by one of the best surgeons in the Kingdom of Rondon, who was a baron no less. Eventually, I also ended up serving as a combat medic for a war that just recently ended. As a result, I can't say I've had a lot of time exploring much in the way of hobbies, but I'll be glad to explore that kind of thing with people here. It's certainly much calmer by comparison.

My Future Plans

Difficult to say as we adjust to life in this resort, but right now I'm just interested in getting to know everyone else here and assuring we all have a pleasant time. I assure you, I'd like to see to it you have one.

My Talents

I used to work as a butler, so I have experiencing in mixing some pretty decent cocktails.

As much as I would love make people here a drink, I'd also enjoy showing how good I am with my hands. And, well, everything else, for the record.

Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

Not much for books honestly; they put me to sleep better than any sedative. But I do like jazz and swing music, mystery films, and I favor beef wellingtons.

My Ideal Partner

I consider myself a flexible man, but I like someone with a quick wit.

Height 5'9" Body Type Lean, muscular Smokes Occasionally. Drinks Always a fan of an old-fashioned. Drugs No Sign Someone clarify this for me. Education I was personally mentored. Occupation Doctor Income Well right now that's questionable, isn't it. Children None Pets None Hobbies Mixing cocktails is pretty relaxing.

art credit: one. two. three. four. five.

01. WINE OR BEER

Wine.

.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES

Mimes, because at least they don't talk.

.03 SHOWER OR BATH

Bath.

.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS

Pirates, I guess.

.05 TITS OR ASS

Both.

.06 COFFEE OR TEA

Coffee.

.07 SPICY OR SWEET

Spicy. Never really got used to sweets.

.08 SUMMER OR WINTER

Summer.

.09 LEATHER OR LACE

Lace.

10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX

Both.

Personality Type
ISFJ-T

ENERGY

83%

introverted

MIND

87%

observant

NATURE

71%

feeling

TACTICS

72%

judging

IDENTITY

68%

turbulent

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GAME 52

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[limbical]

[Slowly, he feels himself settle once again; Marina pulls away, and he can more easily mask his anxieties. Calmly, he pulls his briefs and pants back up, redoing his belt and zipper as he turns around.

His lips twitch when he looks down at Marina, and how she's arranged herself.]

Cute.

[If there's something to be said about Marina, it's that Daan respects her deeply for being so sure of herself. Knowing exactly who she is, and being free of the ties that must have once bound her. Not that it wasn't complicated regarding her father's death, he's sure, but as she said she has no reason to ever go back now.

Daan leans over, fingertips trailing up the calf of a leg.]

Hmm. [He could be mean. Go through a thorough examination of her body that adheres to her consent, but he doesn't have it in him right now. Playful is fine, but it seems a little cruel to do that kind of trick on her.

So he keeps to a gentle but firm touch as he reaches up, gently touching her jaw and chin.]

Close your eyes for me?

[sleepyone]

[There's a light dust of pink to her cheeks when Daan declares her cute. She is cute! She is very cute... but she can still be flattered when others agree.

Daan hovers over her still without his shirt and she can admire him with equal appreciation, though his touch to her face distracts her from sharing any compliment back. Another time, they have plenty of it here, don't they? No longer on a time limit... maybe.]

Oh? What if I want to keep an eye on you, doctor? [she closes her left eye, winking the mark to him without her own knowledge. She trusts Daan, but the idea of letting someone touch her without seeing what they're up to. It still sends a discomforting shiver through her, rattling too many oversensitive nerves. Marina needs some more time before she can easily agree to such a thing.]

[limbical]

[Honestly, she's even prettier with that little blush. He'll tease her another day for it, but the tiny smile that forms on his face is close to fond as he admires her.

The wink earns an amused sound. He knows it's that eye, but at least he can have the excuse of noticing it now.]

Close that eye for me then? Just your left eye. I want to make sure I'm right.

[He understands. He really does.]

[sleepyone]

[Ah. He's so gentle with her. Her face heats up just a shade darker.

Daan doesn't smile enough, but it's not like they had much to smile over back in Europa. Not in Prehevil, not on the train, and not before that. She knows he understands.

Her left eye stays closed this time, following orders for once. It only belated occurs to her that a mark on hey eyelid is even a possibility. And on the side Daan is missing, yeah, this place definitely has a cruel sense of humor.]

[limbical]

[The deepening red is very endearing. Marina wears it well. Truly, Daan is a gentleman for not bringing it up right now.

With the tip of his thumb, he traces over the mark on her eyelid, careful to not apply much pressure at all.]

Well now. There it is.

[Truly, this place is having joy in mocking him, isn't it? From the gifts, the placement of these marks, and the entire concept of the game. Oh yes, it's designed to get under his skin. Daan won't let it win, though.

Daan removes his thumb.]

No wonder you hadn't noticed. [He did, almost right away, but even just having one eye doesn't keep him from having an analytical gaze.] Not an easy thing to spot on your own.

[sleepyone]

[Marina does try to relax and not wince, but the effort is pretty clear from her expression. There's a fear she's battling down with willpower. Her instincts want to revolt against a touch so vulnerable, one that could easily gouge down into her, but her mind is steady to keep that instinct contained. She assures herself with resolve that Daan can be trusted, a resolve that obviously pays off.

She feels a twinge of guilt to even doubt him. Just habit, she supposes]

No, I suppose not... [don't sound breathless, Marina, sheesh... no swooning for old men! (She keeps doing this anyways when old means... like still not even thirty.)]

Do you have a hand mirror? I want to see it. I could angle it to show you yours, after. Not that you'll be happy about it.

[limbical]

I don't want to see mine.

[It's stated a touch more firmly than he means to say. He'd intended for casual, but he almost sounds stern. He isn't sure if that's better than desperate. Marina is right about one thing: he isn't happy about it, and he's already considering if he should try to carve it off.

Daan breathes in, then he turns around.]

...But I'll give you a hand mirror so you can look for yourself.

[He says that more softly, not liking how his voice sounded earlier. Working himself into being calmer, Daan goes to one of the drawer sets in the room, pausing a moment before he offers her a simple hand mirror with a wooden handle.]

[sleepyone]

[It is a stern voice for Daan, but it helps Marina understand the line for him. It does put more together around his hesitation towards the goddess. Daan has such experience with the magics of Sylvian, but he also coils up like a cat back into a corner whenever her influence is mentioned. Something is definitely up with that and Marina isn't going to push him further into the wall over it. He's done too much for her...]

Thank you, [she says to take the mirror handed to her. Closing her left eye and angling the mirror, Marina takes as good a look as she can. Three dark dots and a flare of a dash to form the clover shape, marked into her skin.]

It's cute enough. Matches the constellation around my mouth, too. What a nice touch.

[limbical]

[Daan sets to taking his shirt from where he'd draped it, sliding it back on over his shoulders as she looks at herself. He starts to button his shirt up.]

It's subtle.

[He hates that it's over her left eye, but that's not her fault. So doesn't even bring it up.]

Works well with that pretty face of yours.

[sleepyone]

I would call it anticlimactic. [A bit boring! She'd expected his hands all over her, peeling away fabric and checking her skin with a thorough eye.

Now, he's putting his shirt back on! Huff... she sets aside the mirror and then catches a corner hem of the fabric to tug on. Marina thinks to make fun of him for it, but the mood is a bit off for that. Rattled and uneven.

She just kind of wants him close to her.]

Lay down with this pretty face in your bed, won't you?

[limbical]

Hoping for a bit more excitement, were you?

[Whether he means the examination or the location of the mark is up in the air.

There is a pause when he feels the tug, and he considers. A better man might encourage her to go and find someone else, someone more to her tastes, or something like that. Go and do better, not bother with him.

But inevitably, Daan is a bit selfish too, sometimes. So he gives in, making his way to join her in bed.]

How could I refuse?

[sleepyone]

Oh, well. We'll never know now. Shame.

[Marina is glad for his selfishness, because if he said something like that she might just go. She's not about to argue with him, to grovel all "no, no, I want to stay with you," even if she does want it to be him. Haughty pride gets in the way there.

She's glad it doesn't happen here. Marina scoots to give him room on his own mattress to join her, curling up to her side to be tucked in close to him. Her arms press down towards her lap, smoothing her long skirt]

You could, but you wouldn't. I'm too cute. You already said so.

[limbical]

[As he settles beside her, Daan does reach out to brush back some of her hair from her face. For all that he teases, she is her own woman and she can make her own decisions. Nothing else would stop her, anyway.

He really does like that strength about Marina.]

Hm, damn. You got me there. I guess I never had a choice at all.

[sleepyone]

No take backs.

[her arms lift again, unable to keep to herself. He slips one around Daan's waist and the other to his chest. Long fingers petting across his chest, where his heart is. The other just loosely embraces him,]

You don't smell like a chimney, anymore. [still like smoke, but it's fresher now, tobacco instead of old soot and city grime]

[limbical]

I could never.

[Though Daan doesn't immediately realize it, he finds himself holding his breath for a moment as she just gently touches him. It's... affectionate, and he downright nearly doesn't know what to do with that. Sex is one thing; that's all that it is. This is a bit different.

But he doesn't shrink away. Instead, Daan settles his hand to her hip, rolling his thumb, but demanding nothing. Not that anyone could make demands of Marina Domek.]

A few hot showers and you'd never know what we had to deal with back there. Still looking for a decent cologne scent around here, though.

[sleepyone]

Oh, sounds like a fun hunt. Invite me. [She demands, nominating herself for the task. Daan should smell good, not mix up some ugly cologne with smoke. No, no, something that goes well.

Like a forest scent. (Why not?)]

I quite like cigarette smell on its own. We weren't allowed them at the Ministry... But the girls would still sneak some in.

[limbical]

Sounds like you're just inviting yourself along. [He says it wryly, but genuinely unbothered.] But I won't refuse you.

[A tsk escapes him.] Terrible habit for them to pick up. [The hypocrisy does not escape him, but he doesn't remark upon it either.] But that's a relief for me. I figure you would've complained by now if you hated it.

[sleepyone]

[Marina mirrors back his tsk twice over, smirking to nose herself in close to his face and speak so very softly]

Oh, that must be why I want another kiss. You're habit forming. [Makes complete sense, yep, yep. (Admit she just wants to? nah, nah.)]

[limbical]

[Briefly, he feels like this is inconceivable. Why? This is a terrible idea. Awful idea. Why does she want another one? Didn't she get what she wanted? Why does she want more? Weren't there other people here, better people?

But the thoughts stay in his head, never passing through his lips.]

Careful. You might develop an addiction, young lady.

[Daan does invite her in with a stroke to her cheek. Like he said before, he couldn't deny her.]

[sleepyone]

Mmm, I can stop any time. [She jokes along, leaning in and speaking so her lips move feather light against his as she adds quietly,]

Just a little hit... [and then she'll kiss him fully, mouth curved into a scarcely contained smile]

[limbical]

[The faint brush of their lips is an awful tease, but he respects it. He smiles crookedly, and he leans into the fuller kiss.

His palm rests lightly to cup her cheek, encouraging her as close as she'd like. Briefly, he parts if only to murmur to her.] Hm, maybe I'm developing a new habit, too.

[And without sparing another second, Daan returns to the kiss.]

[sleepyone]

[the hand cradling her cheek is met with a nuzzle, Marina eager to fit into his palm. Daan has deft hands, not exactly soft, but well worked in the ways that matter. Very attractive to her.

His smart mouth is, too, she puffs out a single breathe of laughter before he's back on her lips.

Eagerly, she reciprocates, the initial sensuality she attempted seeming to land, but... the patience she leveled upfront doesn't last. No, she really likes the feeling, all the sensations the kissing someone brings. Whether Daan appreciates her enthusiasm is up to him, Marina just can't help herself,]

[limbical]

[It's cute, how eager she is. The enthusiasm is completely endearing to him honestly, and he's keen to let her do as she'd like. It's how he prefers her, honestly, and he reciprocates enough to follow along.

Faintly, in the back of his mind, he thinks -- it was rare that Elise would be affectionate with him. But he lived for those moments.

Gently, he runs his tongue over Marina's lower lip, encouraging her.]

[sleepyone]

[Now Daan's tongue, that's really enticing. The softness, the warmth, the taste... Marina is lashing her own out to catch against his. She realizes that's, again, a bit too overbearing for her to jump to and pulls back some. Inexperience.... she hates it. Not a perfectionist, but she likes to be cool and good at things.

Wh-whatever, it's Daan. What does she care about impressing him?

She kisses him deeper and longer, until she really needs to break back to catch her breath. Not going far, though, still nuzzling her nose to the man's. Light panting against his lips as she mutters]

... I keep... running out of breath too quick, doctor. [over eagerness will do that]

[limbical]

[It's endearing how eager she is, to rush in so quick and engage with him. No one is perfect right off, but he enjoys her energy, patiently trailing with her.

Eventually, she needs air; that's what happens when you delve in so fiercely. Daan smiles crookedly, tucking some of her bangs away from her eyes.]

I'd recommend some patience. Can't dive in so fast until you know the waters. Just a friendly medical suggestion.

But anyone would be lucky to kiss you, Marina.