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thenearshore2016-09-19 06:43 pm
existentialcrisis) wrote in thenearshore2016-09-19 06:43 pm
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Who: Hazel, Jae-Ha, and Ukoku
What: Jae-Ha drunkenly invited Ukoku over. Is it too late to rescind an invitation when someone's actually in your house?
When: 4/27, morning
Where: Aengus's silly temple
Warnings: I don't know why I'm allowed to rp
[ Ukoku is a shadow. A crow's shadow. A short-ish dark handsome (??) stranger, except in this case not a stranger, a vaguely repulsive silhouette of bad intentions in full regalia, with the smell of cigarette smoke and incense and malice clinging to his robe.
Jae-Ha doesn't deserve this. He's a good kid, tall and aesthetically appealing (which has nothing to do with how undeserving he is, but is interesting in that it says something about Hazel), with leggie for days and a talent for waxing poetic, a mildly surprising but undeniably loyal dead-man replacement for Gat.
(He's precious to you, he'd said to Filbert that day in the church: I'm jealous.)
It's not the first time Ukoku has wondered why people cling to other people the way they do, and it won't be the last.
Hazel doesn't deserve this either, probably, in spite of his prejudices and all the souls he's stolen and the wonderfully misguided vengeful justice he's applied. He hasn't had an easy life—but if fate is real, he was never meant to. And from what Ukoku knows of religion in the West, fate is a given and suffering is how saints are made. (Interesting: they run toward hardship, self-punishment and loathing and guilt.)
But he was invited, so Ukoku is standing at the door to Hazel's temple with a gift in his hands: a blue flower in a pot, because Jae-Ha crushed the other one (no he did not). He knocks lightly on the door. Surprise!! ]
What: Jae-Ha drunkenly invited Ukoku over. Is it too late to rescind an invitation when someone's actually in your house?
When: 4/27, morning
Where: Aengus's silly temple
Warnings: I don't know why I'm allowed to rp
[ Ukoku is a shadow. A crow's shadow. A short-ish dark handsome (??) stranger, except in this case not a stranger, a vaguely repulsive silhouette of bad intentions in full regalia, with the smell of cigarette smoke and incense and malice clinging to his robe.
Jae-Ha doesn't deserve this. He's a good kid, tall and aesthetically appealing (which has nothing to do with how undeserving he is, but is interesting in that it says something about Hazel), with leggie for days and a talent for waxing poetic, a mildly surprising but undeniably loyal dead-man replacement for Gat.
(He's precious to you, he'd said to Filbert that day in the church: I'm jealous.)
It's not the first time Ukoku has wondered why people cling to other people the way they do, and it won't be the last.
Hazel doesn't deserve this either, probably, in spite of his prejudices and all the souls he's stolen and the wonderfully misguided vengeful justice he's applied. He hasn't had an easy life—but if fate is real, he was never meant to. And from what Ukoku knows of religion in the West, fate is a given and suffering is how saints are made. (Interesting: they run toward hardship, self-punishment and loathing and guilt.)
But he was invited, so Ukoku is standing at the door to Hazel's temple with a gift in his hands: a blue flower in a pot, because Jae-Ha crushed the other one (no he did not). He knocks lightly on the door. Surprise!! ]
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Could use a chair out here, then.
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[For a while, until he wants to show even more affection than this again. But there's plenty of furniture just inside of the room behind them. For now, he enjoys this, leaning a little to get a better look at Hazel's face. That just makes his hair fall more into his own, but that's fine.]
There's a nice breeze.
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where did he drop that ribbon, oh shit- anyway.]
That there is. Makes ya look handsome. [With hair in his face... that's fine.]
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[He's joking, letting his hand that's not linked with Hazel's move away so he can touch his cheek, instead. He's turning in to face him a bit more.]
Now that you mention it, it adds even more appeal to you, as well... [stop]
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You're always handsome, if I could be so bold. [yes, that's the boldest thing he's done so far, great. Tell him more about how pretty he is.]
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[Two beautiful men...! Jae-Ha can't stop being like this, but even those words are soft because he's caught watching Hazel. Hm, he is pretty. He's pretty and this is cliche and it's perfect. He'll top it off by leaning down and close enough to steal a soft kiss.]
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So, he'll give him the full cliche. The tenderness in this kiss, the squeezing his hand back, his other hand cupping at the side of Hazel's face before he moves it further down and closer to his ear.
After this sweet kiss has continued for long enough that he needs to break it, he lingers close enough to look into Hazel's eyes just in time for another cliche. Romantic soft spoken words, of course.]
You really are driving me crazy.
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What a dork. He rocks back on his heels since he can be on tiptoe for only so long, another laugh escaping him.]
Now this is proper gentlemanly behavior. I'm gonna blush.
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That certainly doesn't discourage me.
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Well, just keep doin' what you're doin'...
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He's definitely going to protect this with everything he has.]