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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.
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.
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.
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.
I consider myself a flexible man, but I like someone with a quick wit.
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.
ISFJ-T
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[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.
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[ 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.
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[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.]
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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. ]
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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.
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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.
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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.]
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[ 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.
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[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?]
holy shit once again this is a long fucking tag
[ 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.
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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.
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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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It isn't possible, for a number of reasons. But it's sweet he cares so much.]
I'm... afraid I don't have anywhere to return to.
[Fuck. He probably shouldn't have said that. But he doesn't want to lie.]
...Technically there's a house, I guess. But I don't... [Daan sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose. No, even if that exists, he won't be himself anyway by then. Why is he even saying this?] It's fine. At least there's something, I suppose.
Sorry. Don't let me spoil the mood. [He really shouldn't have said any of that. He really can't seem to help but bear himself open to Cloud. There's no excuse for this, Daan is usually much better at concealing himself.]
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[ it’s said with a flare of exasperated indignation but he has to talk some sense into him, sometimes. he’s here by choice. ]
…There has to be a way. [ he’s mulling it over, the lines of his face growing more taut with determination. ] I’ll figure something out. See if you can come with me… they pulled us from all of these different places. They have to be able to let us go back with each other…
[ he’s still holding onto his hand. ]
I’d take you with me. [ he means that. it’s in every fiber of his expression. ] I’d keep you safe.
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[It doesn't take much dwelling to know that Cloud is completely serious about his intentions. Although he doesn't know much about the place Cloud comes from, Daan genuinely doesn't think it can be any worse than what he's already dealt with in his entire life. He's already used to the horrors of the world, and Prehevil just prepared him for the absolute worst of what the gods have to offer.
How much worse could it be? At least there'd be someone who gave a shit about him. It's such a tempting offer to take, but is it even possible? Isn't he just doomed anyway? That cat could just be biding his time until Daan is at his lowest again.]
I know you would, Cloud.
[Even if Daan thinks he shouldn't, he does believe Cloud means every word.]
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[ his thumb sweeps against daan’s skin, but his eyes are set on his face, unafraid and unintimidated.
reno said it himself— that his life was going to shit. that he wouldn’t be able to stop it. is he in any place to be offering this? to be trying to do this at all?
“you aren’t. but that isn’t a reason to give up.”
yeah, he concedes. you’re right. ]
I’m going to come get you. Even if you think it’s impossible.
[ at the end of the day, for all of his flaws— that’s just who cloud was. ]
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Daan breathes in and squeezes Cloud's hand, as if that'll anchor him from his own thoughts.]
You truly are one of the most stubborn people I've ever met, Cloud.
[And he says it so fondly, quietly. It isn't a feature that bothers Daan. It's one that impresses him.]
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[ a temporary victory. he’ll take it. just you wait, that jrpg protag ontology will persevere one way or another.
he’s barely gotten through his chicken, but honestly— ]
You wanna head back? [ he asks, voice low with concern. ] You look like you could use the rest.
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Mm. Let's see if they'll let us take this to go. Including the wine.
...I apologize. I know you said I didn't ruin anything, but it does feel a little bit like I might have. But... this was... [Daan trails off, then looks down at the carnation he has tucked into his vest pocket.] This was very nice, and I mean that.
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It was good— to talk with you like this. I mean that.
[ openly. honestly. he probably won’t get the alone time he bargained for, but he can live with that. ]
…I can walk you back. [ he’s trying to be a gentleman. ] Unless you wanna be by yourself.
[ he won’t mind. ]
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Thank you, Cloud.
[It's hard not to feel like he didn't ruin it. He didn't know why he even asked that, he knew it'd open a door to something like this. His fault.]
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they're out of the restaurant not. warily, and with some hesitance, cloud reaches for daan's hand. ]
Could always carry you again. [ a beat. his attempt at lightening the mood. ] You worry too much, doc.
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My knight in shining armor. [He says it softly, teasing back.]
I worry the right amount, thank you very much. [no this man is gonna go gray in like a year]
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Whatever you say, doc. [ he teases back. ] Guess I'll have to hope enough for the both of us.
[ they're getting closer -- which is a shame, because he doesn't want to part ways just yet-- ]
I don't regret tonight, you know.
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That's hell of a lot of hope.
[But he believes Cloud. He truly doesn't think he's ever met someone as stubborn as him. Marina gets close, though.]
...Neither do I. I'm usually much better company, though. [He wants to ask to try again, but he shouldn't. They're already in way too damned deep.]
Do you want to come in my suite? Just... for a bit. [Nothing more intimidate comes to mind other than just having Cloud's company for a little while longer.]
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