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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.

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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
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ENERGY
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introverted

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observant

NATURE
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feeling

TACTICS
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judging

IDENTITY
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turbulent

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[ he should thank him for that, but the words don’t quite trail off his tongue, suspended in his throat instead. he just— sits there, a little dumbfounded, always taken aback by his sympathy and understanding. ]

…Makes sense. [ and then finally, as if rolling the word around in his mouth. ] Thanks.

[ even though daan isn’t asking about it, there’s a part of him that picks up on the unspoken compassion, the echo of curiosity. at that question— his mind searches for the memory, trespassing through fields of white, of pure emptiness. somewhere, somehow, he locates it: the sight of his mother’s delicate hands clasped around a bowl, the golden brown of the gravy, the rich umami flavor and tender carrots. for a moment, he looks visibly conflicted, the grief softening his features. ]

…She was a good person. She… [ he gets caught up in his own ghost of a memory, and stutters out— ] She didn’t deserve to die like that…

[ in the most painful way a person possibly could.

“come on. stop thinking about it. you’re having a good time, focus on him! ]

…I do miss it. [ he admits with some resignation, settling back into himself. ] It’s the last thing I remember eating, I guess.

[ even though it’s been years. any of the food that came after, he can hardly remember except— ]

Burgers and fries. [ his head shoots up all of a sudden. that’s right, he had burgers and fries! but even the thought of that makes him chase after something, a memory he can’t parse— ]

Yeah, I remember eating them a lot. [ a beat. ] Maybe… with someone else. [ he clears his throat. ] There were… lots of people in my life. So it’s hard to keep track. [ he lies, blatantly.

but then he’s distracted— by daan’s poise. he leans back into his seat, defeated, a little goofy looking. there’s awe there. ]

…It’s like you’re the one paying. [ he says with an air of wit. ] You’re too good at this.

Edited 2024-01-24 18:56 (UTC)

[Though he hadn't asked, Cloud shares as much as he can freely. He wonders what it is like, to have a parent care for you that way. A hot meal, a roof over your head, knowing that you are loved. Only for it to be snatched away... he thinks that must be so much worse, than never being loved at all.

Daan reaches out, offering his hand. No demands, but it is there, if Cloud desires it. Less shy now, less hesitant.]

You've remembered something else. [He says it, pleased and proud. Such things must be hard to recall through the haze of whatever Cloud has had to endure in his life.] I'm sure more things will come more naturally with time.

[There's a faint, wry smile on Daan's face.] Good at ordering food at a fancy restaurant? Only because I was basically trained into this. My mentor was a diligent teacher, you could say. If I was going to be a doctor with his recommendation, I'd have to know how to carry myself.

[ daan's hand reaches out, and normally he would be too cold to accept the offer-- but loss ricochets against the constraints of his mind. he wants to take it. so he grits his teeth and he does, feeling the lines of his palm kissing his own, the soft brush of skin against skin. ]

I... I didn't forget... I just-- I just don't think about it... [ he lies, his body betraying him through his grip on daan's hand. ] But... I owe you. For trying to understand. Most people... don't.

[ they made some haphazard attempt; but even people as kind as tifa were utterly vexed by his behavior, unsure of how to handle it. ]

No, good at talking. Carrying yourself. Saying the right things at the right times.

[ he couldn't do any of that, at all. ]

Must have been hard on you. That kind of pressure...

Edited (I CAN READ.) 2024-01-24 21:12 (UTC)

[It's careful, like the whisp of a breath that could snuff out a barely lit candle. But their hands touch anyway, cautious as anything, and he's glad Cloud takes it.

Daan does think he's lying, but he doesn't try to call him out. Things like that can be embarrassing, and it isn't worth making Cloud more upset about it. Whatever traumas he's suffered through, it won't be resolved over a fancy dinner and some words. Gently, Daan rubs his thumb over the back of Cloud's hand.]

How lucky I am to not be most people. [Another thing he knows well of himself. Fitting in no were, never belonging. But right now, it could be a badge of honor if it means to do something right for Cloud.]

I wasn't easy. I'll admit that much, but as ever I told myself that if I wanted to survive in his world I would have to learn. I would have to improve myself.

And so here we are. Don't worry, I still know how to be a right bastard, too.

Already told you, didn't I? [ his thumb presses up against daan's, a finnicky little gesture, as if trying to pursue more contact. ] There's... something special about you.

[ it was an embarrassing situation, and he made a fool of himself, but he meant it. ]

Not sure if it means anything, [ hesitation stalls him. ] but I think you're fine the way you are.

[ these are all things he thinks about people, sentiments he harbored-- but he had rarely thought to express them in this way. the words doesn't sound right coming out of his mouth, even though they were all true to who he is.

what an odd thing. ]

Yeah... I know. [ there's fondness in the way he says it. ] That part of you's fine, too.

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[Words hard to accept. Daan doesn't feel particularly special in that regard. Maybe an unusual man, to a degree, but special implies something good. And he doesn't feel like that.

But he isn't going to ruin this night by saying so.]

Well, it just so happens that I think the same of you.

Even when you're being prickly and thinking you're doing me a favor by it. [He says it in good humor.] Believe it or not, I find your company enjoyable.

[He knows that, too, is probably hard for Cloud to believe as well.]

You ever consider that I'm just a prick?

[ maybe daan was just too nice-- he entertains the idea, internalizes it a little even. cloud was naive in some ways, but more cynical than he was in others. daan was a paradox.

--but he was too. maybe that's why they had meshed so well together.

his heart beats a bit faster, the very sentiment of being enjoyable company to daan rattling around in his head. ]

I'm not used to being anyone's company. [ a beat, his fingers flexing. ] So... believe me when I say: I'm trying.

[ and then, more warmly: ]

But... it hasn't been so bad, I guess.

[ god, where is their food. he's going to sink into himself. ]

Well, sure, you can be. But you've also been very kind to me, so it's hard to ignore that part.

[Daan knows perfectly well that Cloud can be an asshole, and a stubborn one at that. Not that Daan has any room to talk.]

I'm sure you are. Suddenly flung into a place that demands socializing when you're used to fighting? That's a difficult change to ask.

I think you're doing well, though. ...Perhaps I'm biased, of course.

[rip in fuck cloud this isn't a jrpg they're gonna take more than two seconds to make food]

It was nothing. [ really — in his mind, it wasn’t. and half of it was his suit pushing him to the brink of honesty. ] Just doing what I want to do, doc.

[ this is agonizing it should take more than two seconds ]

Sometimes I think you’re too nice, even though you probably had to fight too. [ … ] But… thanks. I wouldn’t have come around if it weren’t for you.

I know. ...But for me, it's meaningful.

[It's the carnation, which he hopes to preserve. It's how much Cloud is compassionate with him. Perhaps they're simply novel to most people, but it means a lot to him.]

Well, it goes with me being an asshole where it counts. I know when to bite, I know when to talk.

Either way, I'm... glad I could do something for you.

[The food isn't here yet, but the waitress does return with a white wine, pouring them each a glass cheerfully before she leaves. It ain't the food, but it's something. Daan picks up his glass, gives it a sniff before he has a sip.]

Mm. A bit sweet, but it's nice.

[ he doesn’t say it — that he’s glad he could mean something to him at all. for someone so hellbent on not forming attachments, he was awfully prone to developing them, always wanting to be noticed by people in his own ways. ]

Yeah. You do. [ he’s felt that bite before. he can’t say he’s minded it. ] I think… you’ve probably done a lot for a lot of people. You just don’t realize it.

[ people like him never did. so caught up in their self sacrifice and altruism, they could never recognize the impact of what they did.

the white wine arrives as he’s thinking. it… looks like water. but it isn’t? he takes a pronounced drink, inhaling a gulp of it and—

holy shit, that’s bittersweet. it’s subtle and sharp and nothing like hard liquor at all. he swallows it down but his face is in mourning the whole time, like a toddler tasting lemon for the first time.

he’s just a country bumpkin, man. he can’t handle this level of refinement. ]

I’ve— [ he coughs. ] never tasted anything like that. In my life.

[Has he done a lot? It doesn't really feel like he's been that successful. There weren't enough lives rescued and restored during the war. And he certainly failed Elise where it mattered most.

But this is a nice evening, he stresses to himself. He will not ruin it.

Though Daan doesn't comment much more on the topic, he watches Cloud with a bit of surprise at his reaction. It does remind a bit of Daan's own first reaction at his first taste of wine; he couldn't understand the appeal, not until much later in his life. An acquired taste.]

You can drink shots like it's water and this is what bothers you. [He can't help but tease.] Just a small sip after you try your food. It might pair better that way.

And if you don't like it, you don't have to drink it, Cloud.

[ this is so humiliating. his face twitches slightly, blue eyes blinking. ]

My blood [ he huffs. ] …ain’t rich enough for this.

[ a hillbilly is a hillbilly. but he has an idea. ]

I can drink it. [ and then he cocks his head. ] But I might need your help.

[ and then points to his mouth. yeah, he’s suggesting they shotgun wine in the middle of a lavish restaurant. no, he has no class. ]

What do you think, doc?

What, and mine is?

[Daan says it wryly, but truly he doesn't judge. It's just a little fun to tease him.

There's a pause. That kind of suggestion, that behavior would be something he knows that his mentor would be appalled at, at least in presentation. Thus, it becomes something Daan certainly does want to do, propriety be damned. Besides, Daan's never been much into wearing his masks for long anyway.

He slides is chair closer to Cloud, smiling sharply.]

Give me your glass, and we'll see how you take to it.

Richness of character. [ he says with a tinge of amusement. ] Or something like that.

[ daan was more prince than pauper in his eyes. but he likes the sight of that smile, and his own chair moves closer, eagerness brimming in his blood like an overeager school boy doing something in secret. he gestures his glass towards daan-- ]

...I'll follow your lead, sir.

Ooo, good save.

[Cloud's glass is taken into his hand. Although Daan has already done so, he takes a whiff of the wine anyway, as if he's making Cloud wait on purpose. The free hand reaches for Cloud's chin, thumb pressing gently to his lip before Daan is pulling him near. After taking a sip instead of the full on gulp Cloud had taken before, Daan is leaning in, pressing their lips together so he can share some of the wine.

Just a little, as if to savor. Or really, he's savoring Cloud.]

[ now this is the proper way to enjoy wine.

he lets daan draw him in closer, skin alight at the contact. then his lips are against his, and the deep notes of the wine intertwine with the warmth of daan's mouth. cloud swallows eagerly, leaning in for more hungrily, until--

their waitress arrives, two platters wheeling in on a table, waiting expectantly.

she coughs.

"there are rooms in the back, if you'd like--" ]

We're fine. [ cloud breaks away, red in the face, vaguely irritated that they'd been interrupted. ] Just put it down, thanks.

[ he is not trying to be rude, but like. come on. he was having a good time. ]

[It's a shame they're interrupted, but if anything Daan looks amused instead of put out or flustered. Gently, he pats Cloud on the shoulder as he addresses the waitress with a bit more patience.]

Your offer is appreciated, but we're all set for now.

Thank you for bringing dinner.

[Daan steals on more kiss, one to Cloud's brow before he's tugging his chair away to his meal.]

We can try that again later if you'd like, Cloud.

[ is he grateful for the food? yes. is he a little worked up and bothered that he didn't get to relish a moment with daan properly? also yes. it's fine. the kiss eases his features, making him fluster.

he'll go back to his proper place at the table now, sure. he lugs himself back with the air of a dissatisfied child. there's a perfectly golden slab of chicken on his plate, and he's taken aback by how... radiant and picturesque of a meal at it is.

stupidly, he picks his fork at it. ]

...Just... [ he turns his fork over, wedging through the meat. ] want some alone time with you. Don't care what we do, really.

[ he means it. sex was nice and all, but it wasn't why he was here. more honestly-- ]

...It's weird. No fighting, no danger, no need for me to be around.... just-- talking.

[The way Cloud looks reminds Daan of a pouting boy a little bit. It's cute. Daan calmly begins to cut off a piece of his duck, meticulous and patient. Really, the very picture that's opposite to Cloud right now.]

Sometimes, waiting makes what you obtain worth it. We'll have time to ourselves, Cloud.

[True. The sex is enjoyable, but most of his enjoyment has been just... getting to know him. Bonding. It's terrible, he thinks harshly to himself, how much he must appear to be leading on Cloud. Making him think that Daan is something worthwhile. Awful of him.]

I know a little how that feels, too. ...Just came out of a war recently where I'm from. I wasn't a soldier, but I was a field medic. You live from moment to moment there.

Even the town I was at after was a special kind of hell. To end up here so suddenly has been some adjustment.

But I like talking to you. Finding out what kind of person you are. You've... been a pleasant surprise.

[He thought for a moment that it was some wretched Sylvian related mess for a moment, especially considering he woke up in the woods. Upon actually getting to the resort and casino proper, he's realized differently, but that's a different kind of horror.]

So long as I get it in the end.

[ he’s being a bit moody, but it’s fine; nothing dangerous. as he forks his meal into his mouth, pleasantly surprised by how smooth and unobtrusive the flavors are, he listens to daan with utmost attention. ]

…A war, huh. [ he should know about that — should be able to pull from more of his experiences in relation to that…but his mind blanks. ] Had your work cut out for you.

[ he doesn’t need to see daan in action to know he was an efficient doctor. it was in his character. ]

Kind of came from a shithole, too. [ his eyes flit down. ] But it was still… the closest thing there was to home…after I lost my first one.

[ he doesn’t realize what he’s said until the words stumble out. lost his home — was that how he was internalizing it? ]

I saw… a lot of people die before I left. So it’s been… an experience. New. Different. In bad ways and…

Not so bad ones too, I guess.

[ he’s looking at him pointedly now. it catches him unawares — the prospect of someone liking him. of enjoying speaking with him. ]

Talk to me whenever you want, then. [ he speaks more selfishly. ] Can’t guarantee I’ll always know what to say. But I won’t mind if it’s you.

Now, now. Be patient.

[It isn't even a scolding; Daan is teasing him, but he does genuinely look forward to privately enjoying Cloud's company later. Whatever that may entail. He'll selfishly hold onto it for now as long as he can.]

...Mm. Well. The thing about being a doctor is you find out very quickly that you can't save everyone. You have to separate yourself from your emotions, just enough to do your job. [And sometimes that still isn't enough.]

I'm glad to be a positive influence, but I'm sure you have plenty of other people you've bonded with here as well. Pinocchio seems quite protective of you, for example.

[...Talk whenever. Right. A topic that's settled into his mind--]

What does... [Daan's eye glances away, realizing the question he's about to ask probably sounds absolutely pathetic.] What does it feel like, having a home? Somewhere to return to.

[The manor should have felt like that. Shouldn't it? Instead of a very large cage. All of the warm colors inside would do nothing for it, making it feel cold, but Daan had no excuse to think that way. He finally had his own room. His own bed, his own roof. He was married. He convinced himself that things were finally falling into place, but--

Well. Finding your wife's dead body does a lot to ruin the mood of it all, he supposes. Or did it always feel that way?]

Yeah, yeah.

[ he can accept that. for now. a grown man being chided, he settles back down. ]

…Sounds hard. Really hard. [ enlightening comment, but he means it. ] I… don’t really say things like this… but…

The world would be a better place if it had more people like you, Daan.

[ maybe it was out of character for him, but it was an earnest belief; he could keep pretending like he didn’t care about anything or anyone, like everything everyone had to say about the planet was bullshit— in his heart of hearts, he knew it was true. ]

Pinocchio’s… he’s the type of person who cares about people, even when he shouldn’t. [ he bites off a chunk of his chicken. ] Too many people here are too soft, if you ask me.

[ unlike him. who is not soft at all.

but then daan asks that question and— his heart pulses with empathy. with an involuntary ache. he knows what daan is saying, even if he’s obscuring it. ]

I… [ cloud is taken aback, withdrawing into his own vulnerability. ] I don’t… know.

[ what a stupid, pathetic answer. ]

I never… fit in at my village. Got into fights with other kids all the time. [ he could lie — say he was the popular guy, that everyone liked him but…

it’s so hard. it’s so hard to conjure delusions in daan’s presence. ]

And I was… a bad son. Always coming up with excuses to not see my mom, even though we were all each other had. She… she must have thought she was all alone when she died…

[ he doesn’t cry. he doesn’t have the physical or emotional capacity to. but his throat tightens. ]

I left my village early into my life. And I didn’t get on with the other SOLDIERs… so I was— drifting. Until I came to Midgar.

[ his head hurts. how did he get to midgar? why can’t he remember this? ]

It wasn’t much. But it was something. And I had… I had a friend. She owned a bar. Helped some group out… people who really thought they could make a difference… they were— brave for that. Braver than I ever was.

For awhile, it kind of seemed like there was hope. A lot of new faces, and they were nicer to me than they should have been. It wasn’t home. But maybe it was… something close to it.

Like the world isn’t just a dying star. Like it’s okay to care about something, and never let go. That’s… that’s how it felt.

But I lost it again.

[ his heart clenches. but then he remembers daan — and the implication that he doesn’t know how it feels at all, and his hand inches forward, folding over his. it squeezes tightly. ]

I don’t know the whole story… about what happened to you or what you went through. [ … ] But my answer is… whatever it does feel like, it’s something you deserve.

[It wouldn't be better with more people like Daan. He can't think that. He wasn't anything special. But he says nothing of the fact, unable to vocalize it right now. Instead, Daan listens to Cloud, his explanation, or as close as he can.

Before, it was Daan that offered his hand to Cloud. This time, he suddenly feels sheepish, but he holds on with a shy, careful grip.]

My parents were always traveling. We'd stay on city outskirts; they didn't care for major civilization, so we were... always camping outside. After that...

[Daan trails off. No, not now. But maybe the implication's clear enough, that there hasn't been something that's felt welcoming. What is a home, even? Just shelter? Something to care about?

Oh, but you know where you home was all along, old friend. That deep pit of despair of yours!]

I don't know. [It's softly spoken, but honest. A fear to be vulnerable, but it seems inevitable that he is with Cloud.] ...I don't know if I'll ever experience that.

But thank you for sharing. It's given me something to think over.

[ he wishes he could change his mind — but he was devoid of charisma, of charm, of a silver tongue that could bring you back from the ether—

unlike ****.

what would he do if he were here?

cloud’s grip on daan’s hand tightens. he brings it to his lips, kissing the backside. ]

If wishing meant anything, [ his eyes flicker up to him. ] I’d make one for you.

I’ll do it anyways.

[ even if he found that home with somebody else, even if he inevitably left him behind— he would still want that for him. ]

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