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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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Comments

[kinnie]

[ his head snaps up, eyes widening immediately. ]

What?

[ he sounds — more taken aback than he should be, but the thought alone shocks him. ]

No, I’d— I’d never feel that way about you, Daan.

[ and he means that. so earnestly. ]

And if I did… if anyone did— it wouldn’t be okay. So don’t say that.

[ cloud falls back into silence. ]

…I’ve just got a lot on my mind.

[limbical]

[There are some reactions he thought might happen, maybe Cloud saying he was too sensitive or if he was genuinely angry -- not that Cloud himself has given any indication he would say those things, but it's hard to disconnect his expectations from past experiences sometimes. That, and he is more sensitive than usual.

Still, that reassurance isn't what he expects. He still isn't sure he understands what's made Cloud that upset, but maybe it is as he says -- a combination of the resort, and whatever he's thinking about.

It does make him feel better, anyway.]

I see. ...Forgive me for saying that, then. It's... not that I doubt your character.

It's just today's been one hell of a day. [To put it lightly.]

[kinnie]

[ cloud drifts into silence. his fingers come up to rub against his temple, uncertain of what to say. ]

…Yeah. I know.

[ great choice, obviously. ]

…You sure you’re okay?

[limbical]

[For a moment, Daan is quiet again, trying to sort everything out in his mind. It'd be easy to brush it off, say he's fine when he's not. He's done it his whole life.]

I'm not hurt, and I can think more clearly right now. So it's an improvement.

...But other than that, well. You know how it is. At least once a month, whoever is running this place seems to have a real knack for getting under my skin. [An uneasy, helpless chuckle slips out.]

[kinnie]

[ his gaze skates over daan’s face, drinking in his features — he can see the way he grits through the pain, the way he fights his own struggle. ]

…So you’re doing bad, then.

[ he’s… just being blunt, but… ]

[limbical]

[There's a slow sigh, and Daan rubs his forehead, closing his eye.]

...Yes, Cloud. I'm doing bad.

[He shakes his head, unwilling to look at the other man now.]

During the worship of Sylvian followers... [Orgies.] They could become lost to the urges. It's what happened to my parents. But sometimes, I could feel it too. That feeling, it isn't so dissimilar to what this game is doing to me. So on top of the ears, I'm having a real shit time of it.

[kinnie]

[ it’s about what he expected — the idea that this pain had something to do with his past. cloud looks around idly, slowly rising to his feet — he approaches the bed, only to sit its very edge, maintaining some distance between them. ]

…I won’t let that happen. I promise.

[limbical]

[There's a sharp inhale at that, and Daan nods stiffly. It's all he can manage to express so he doesn't get too emotional.]

Okay.

[Hesitantly, he glances at Cloud.]

Do you... still want me in any capacity?

[kinnie]

[ it’s a hard question to answer. not because it’s daan — but because it’s always been difficult for him to admit to these kinds of things. cloud’s gaze strays, quiet falling over them before he eventually manages to look back to daan. ]

I—…

…Yeah— …Why wouldn’t I?

[limbical]

I could think of a few reasons.

But... I suppose, I was worried that you would look at me differently. Less, or something.

[It's hard to say this, without putting forth more of his personal feelings. How much Cloud has come to mean to him, that it would break his heart if Cloud pulled away because of all this -- but at the same time, he doesn't think he could begrudge Cloud for it either.]

[kinnie]

…But…

Why would anyone do that?

[ he sounds stupid, but… it’s hard for him to parse. he can’t wrap his head around it at all. daan hadn’t done anything wrong. ]

[limbical]

[Well. If anything, this just simply reveals the kind of person Cloud is. The kind of person that Daan has grown so deeply fond of. It earns a small albeit brief smile, and he hesitantly holds out his hand to Cloud for him to take.]

Some could look at people like me and think I'm... defiled. Trash. Or maybe just easy. Or... maybe they would look at someone like me and just think it's funny, or amusing.

[kinnie]

[ slowly, surely, cloud's hand stretches out -- gingerly reaching for his, fingers winding around daan's. he listens...and his mouth parts, shock roiling in his eyes. ]

I'd-- I wouldn't... you aren't any of those things, Daan.

[limbical]

[There's a pause, but Daan's hand gently squeezes Cloud's. There's some hesitance, but he does scoot a little closer to him, wanting to be close but worried about asking for it.]

I've known people in the range of those things. [Especially from people who were supposed to be family.]

...You know. When I first was telling you about myself, I expected that at best you'd find some humor in it. Or be amused. Something like that. Yet, both you and Marina have acted otherwise. You both have been... kind. Comforting.

[kinnie]

...You aren't a joke. [ he asserts. ] The things that happened... they were wrong.

[ and anyone who thought otherwise deserved only the worst. ]

Wasn't your fault, Daan. Never was.

[limbical]

[There's something about being told that. That it wasn't his fault. Daan's hand grips Cloud's that much tighter, his shoulders trembling. He's genuinely tried to avoid weeping at all stages of this, but he feels hot tears sliding down his face.]

Ah, fuck. Well. There's that. [Though he tries to merely brush it off, make light of it, there's a terrible new weight. It's not his fault, he knows that, but actually hearing someone say it is something new.

If Cloud and Marina both generally have the same opinion... the same outlook on this... then it shadows more questions about Elise he's never had before. Questions he doesn't want to think about and ask, but he knows they've been forming for months now.]

[kinnie]

[ he hates seeing him like this -- it gnaws at his chest, insides churning, eyes softening with sorrow.

cloud is quiet, motionless as daan's grip on his hand tightens; he eventually summons the strength to scoot across the bed and enwrap his arms around daan in a firm embrace. ]

I've got you.

[limbical]

[There's a slow shudder that escapes Daan before he settles against Cloud, embracing him in return, fingers curling tight into his shirt. Slowly, he's becoming adjusted to this, to being held like he matters. It'd been a real fear to consider that he could lose this too.

Daan rubs his eye roughly.]

Thank you, Cloud...

[kinnie]

[ he lets the moment amble onwards, content to let daan settle into his touch. his palm is firmly planted against his back, holding him in place as the air stills. ]

…’S fine. Really. [ he means that. ] Get some rest. Alright?

[limbical]

I will, just...

[Daan swallows, daring to edge on to being a bit more selfish.]

Keep holding me, a little longer. Please.

[kinnie]

…Okay.

[ he does as he says — and lets his embrace linger, not separating or breaking contact until daan is ready. ]

[limbical]

[He isn't sure he's ever really ready to let go, mostly because this is the nicest he's felt in awhile. Being held after the day, after crying yet again on Cloud -- fucking hell, he really needs to get his shit together. What is that, like three times now?

But he can't keep Cloud forever, as nice as the thought is.

Daan lifts his head, hesitating before lightly pecking Cloud's cheek.]

All right. Can't very well expect you to hold me the whole night.

[And still, he hasn't figured out why Cloud seems irritable, seems upset, but he's said that it wasn't Daan. Maybe it really is just at the situation. That, and he's basically spent all day playing guard for him. Anyone would probably be ruffled after that. So... fair enough.]

[kinnie]

[ daan’s lips graze against his cheek, and cloud turns away a bit afterwards, withdrawing into himself slightly. his feelings from earlier have yet to dissipate entirely — but he understands that it’s no fault of daan’s, only his own. there were more important matters at hand. ]

…You gonna be okay by yourself?

[limbical]

[It hurts a bit to see Cloud turn his head away. Of course it does. But ultimately, if Cloud says he hasn't done anything wrong, Daan is going to believe him.

Though still freshly off the cusp of crying, Daan still manages to set a wry tone as he says:] Oh, I won't be by myself.

[Gently, he pulls away so he can rummage around under the bed before he pulls out a bag. Inside said bag is a familiar looking baby chick plush a certain someone won for him.]

There. Not a full on replacement, but I'll be comfortable enough.

[kinnie]

[ a “huh?” nearly escapes his lips before daan peels himself off of him.

cloud has… no idea what daan is doing. he watches, visibly befuddled, before the plushie materializes.

he blinks.

dawg… is he really jealous of a plushie right now. ]

…Doesn’t compare to the real deal.