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[sweet_malanore]

⌛ Who: Nephelea and YOU!
⌛ What: She offered her cuddling services and is happy to show it off.
⌛ When: End of August, very beginning of September
⌛ Where: Tokyo, Kyoto
⌛ Warnings: None at present



↳ { Heaven knows we're lost; OTA }


The first thing was to make certain that her room was comfortable. The bed was made up, with a soft blanket at the edge, in case her body heat was not enough. As it stood, she wore clothing typical of her people, loose and comfortable dress. She wore no jewelry that might poke or scratch the one she cuddled and comforted. Now only she needed to simply wait and have those who asked to arrive.

A creamcicle-colored cat sat on table, ready to flee at a moment's notice should someone come through. Nephelea didn't mind, her sweet baby (only to her) could be so silly. The sound of someone coming down her hall made her long ears perk up. "Oh! Cinnamon, here they come!"

↳ {But the sun still shines, we'll be fine; OTA }

Some people didn't wish to make the trip to her own quarters, and instead asked Nephelea to them.

Of course, she was more that willing to comply; there were those that needed the comfort, no matter how they said to take her time. So now, she stood before the door and takes a deep breath before she lifts a hand to rap on the door.

"Hello? It's Nephelea."

↳ { WILDCARD; OTA }

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wiggles in

[cupiditasmedendi]

He nearly has second thoughts. It's the kind of nervousness that one might expect out of an individual who has never sought out physical contact for its own sake, and one for whom carnal desire is a path best left entirely untrodden for fear of the retribution it would inevitably bring.

But...

Raphael is lonely. Even amidst the horrors of the war he had left, at least before his incarceration, there had always been others of his kind around him. Detached and emotionally absent, but present. Even if the Voice of their Creator was silent, there had still been others who understood. Here, he's alone, and it's a strange and unsettling feeling. Which is, really, why he had timidly responded to this kind-sounding person offering little more than comfort if that was all that was wanted. Maybe it would be... pleasant? He wouldn't know unless he tried it.

So he knocks, almost too lightly, and steps back from the doorway. His slim fingers nervously rub the fading shackle-marks on the opposite wrist.

Hello, Traveler, we've been expecting you

[sweet_malanore]

The woman who opens the door was a few inches shorter (if one did not count the very long ears), with a gentle-looking disposition and a little smile. She isn't sure which one this was, but it wouldn't do to leave them stranded at her front door. Anyway, she was a golden flower - if she couldn't find a way to make sure someone who came to her was satisfied, she'd eat her hat.

"Hello there, are you here to be comforted?" Judging by the way he held himself, Nephelea was fairly sure she was on the mark. But it always helped to ask.

Behind her on the table, Cinnamon jumps off of it and into his usual hiding place under the bed.

[cupiditasmedendi]

The question throws him of by the sheer candidness of it, and he lets out a little huff of a laugh through his nose.

"I... yes."

Ah, if any of his fellow angels could see him now. He clears his throat and drops his hands to his sides, straightening up into a posture more befitting of his stature. When he smiles at her though, it's a kind and gentle expression that reaches his eyes, not looking at all forced.

"Azarias. It's my pleasure to meet you."

[sweet_malanore]

Nephelea reaches out to him, and palm up. "Nephelea. The pleasure is all mine, I assure you. Please, come in. The bed is just through this hallway, and we can go from there."

It was important in these sorts of things to be upfront and forward. Having control of a situation when the other person was new became necessary. "Will you be comfortable in what you're wearing?"

[cupiditasmedendi]

"Mm? Yes, I think so..."

It's not like what he's used to wearing (trousers. fascinating things.) and he subconsciously plucks at the loose white shirt he has on with the tip of his thumb and forefinger.

When he steps in he looks around with obvious curiosity, taking everything in all at once. One might think he'd never been inside someone else's living space before.

"You keep your home well."

[sweet_malanore]

"Thank you, we Sin'dorei think a clean space is best for clear minds and soothed hearts." She led him along through the apartment to the soft, made up bed (with a scattering of throw pillows on it just to make it feel more like home) and settled herself down.

"Come along now, and rest on me, Azarias. We can talk all we like together that way."

[cupiditasmedendi]

Raphael naturally gives off a calming, gentle kind of aura thanks to his nature, but he's never met someone who wasn't an angel so strangely capable of doing the same thing in return. He watches her quietly and curiously as she settles herself, then blinks rapidly for a moment at her invitation.

Ah, yes...

His fingertips brush the fabric of the bed's covers first of all (soft), and he glances up. After a moment of thought, he briefly straightens to slip off his shoes and then joins her, though he doesn't quite touch her yet.

"I didn't understate my people's tendency towards... lack of physical contact," he says quietly, and it's almost with a shyness that he brushes three fingertips across the back of her wrist. "I'm not sure how I..."

[sweet_malanore]

"Gently, for now." She pats the spot next to her after moving over. As she was a fairly tall woman (even if shorter than he was) her bed would be long enough to accommodate him.

"Come lie next to me, and place your head here," she put one hand to her breast. "You may hold me as is comfortable to you, and listen to my heart's beat and breathing to help you relax. Don't worry, I'll be quite comfortable myself, and I'll take care of the rest."

slides in here.

[verytired]

Hypnos' space is covered in blankets and pillows. Wall to wall comfort, essentially. The Olympians here treat him well, he thinks. They let him have the space and comfort he desires, and he spends time sleeping and easy going. He's dressed comfortably himself. A red robe, bare foot, and gold bands on his ankles and wrists. When he hears the knock, he does the polite thing because he's expecting a guess, and opens the door for her.

He thinks - maybe - he's seen her before. In passing, perhaps? Maybe at Bacchanalia or something. He doesn't interfere when the others have guests, nor does he really care when they do. His eyes lock onto her, a small grin spread on his features.

"I'm Hypnos," he says finally. He's never properly introduced himself, after all. "You're Nephelea, right?" He wasn't expecting anyone else and to be honest, he doubts anyone would randomly knock on doors in a place where gods sleep without purpose.

[sweet_malanore]

She smiles warmly. "I am, it is a pleasure to serve you, Lord Hypnos."

Nephelea's demeanor is, as always, open and friendly, and though Dionysus shortens her name, Nephelea always keeps her manners. She had no need to be turned into a potted plant thanks to poor manners.

She bows, as curtseying is difficult in a kimono though it will not be soon enough. She personally doesn't intend to wear the many over layers, instead choosing to sleep in the soft, thin dress that she had previously worn from home. "Please lead the way, though everywhere looks quite comfortable."

[verytired]

"Hypnos is fine," he says immediately. While the others may like those titles, he's not a fan himself. It feels so impersonal and adds distance between himself and people. While maybe his mother likes it and others in Hades may, he's not one himself. He steps back so that she can step in.

"There's a lot of places in here." It's overwhelmingly cozy feeling in here. Soft pillows and blankets everywhere. But after stepping into the room and taking a few steps that he leads her, he'll stop and point out. "There's a particularly comfortable spot right around here. Extra pillows, extra soft." It is just slightly higher than the rest of the pillows, too scattered nearby. It's not super noticeable from the doorway.

It's extra comfy when one cuddles into the space and allows themselves to be buried in it.

[sweet_malanore]

"Hypnos, then!" she seems delighted to drop the formality. What a fresh way to serve someone. Nephelea considers the spot and nods to herself. "Let's go there," she says to him and gives him a radiant smile.

"It looks very appropriate for what we wish to do." She takes his hand and begins to lead him along to that spot. "Especially as your request wished to be quite comfortable." Once there, she slips the kimono off. The soft, spidersilk gown reminds her of the cool side of a pillow. "I hope that this will be comfortable enough for you."

[verytired]

He floats as he's led towards the most comfortable space in the room. Easy going and lazy all the same. He seems unbothered by whatever articles of clothing she picks. "Yeah, I'm not bothered by a lot of things." He truly seems like it to. It's impossible to determine if this is because of his naturally cool demeanor or the mind-altering substances that are readily available. It's probably the former.

"I can sleep just about anywhere, but company is nice." Which is simply all that he sees this as right now. "You can lay down, I'll join you."

[sweet_malanore]

Nephelea nodded and smiled at him, "Company is nice, I agree. It can be a little lonely when you're sleeping without someone nearby."

She settled into the comfortable little nook and held her arms out for the chthonic god. "I'm ready for you, Hypnos, let's get comfortable, shall we?"

[verytired]

He climbs into the bed after her, snuggling up immediately against her. It's comfortable and easy as he shifts to get into the most comfortable position. He moves one arm, shifting to drape over her.

"This is nice."

He comments easily. "I know sometimes it's difficult to sleep in a strange space, so if you need any help..."

[sweet_malanore]

"It is," Nephelea smiles as she strokes his arm, threading her fingers through his and . "Are you certain you wish for me to sleep as well? I've never had anyone ask me to join them in rest when I've done this before?"

rolls in here finally

[hitokiri]

[ unsurprisingly, izō doesn't work up the courage until after he'd been drinking for a while. he's paid for things in the past plenty of times, but he'd always needed a little something to loosen up if he was spending time around geisha. he's not good at talking to people, and their charm and wit always made him awkward, which is what he expects to be a part of something like this.

he had to get to a point where curiosity and loneliness finally won out over his pride and distrust of others. izō supposes she'll have to overlook his pre-gaming because otherwise, she'd have one less customer. even so, he's hesitant before committing to knocking at the door. it's a good thing he can conceal his presence, or else she might have heard him pacing around outside indecisively. he feels foolish.

finally, izō sucks it up and knocks quickly — his presence no longer concealed — and takes a step back. he plays around with his scarf with one hand, as he tends to do when he's uneasy. he guesses it's too late to run away now. ]

[sweet_malanore]

[ She answers the door, looking as if she were expecting him.

Though it wasn't untrue, it wasn't just him. She smiles at him warmly and offers her hand out to Izo, palm up.]

I'm so glad you've decided to join me. I am Nephelea. Whose pleasure do I have the company of tonight?

[hitokiri]

[ despite having literally knocked izō looks almost surprised when she answers like he's been caught. when she offers him her hand, he looks down at it for a moment or two and then up at her face again — noting here as well that oh, she's tall — and seems uncertain what to do about it. ]

Huh. [ plus, now he's distracted here again because he's noticed her ears. he doesn't even know what an elf is. ] O-oh, this like a Western custom sorta thing?

[ he remembers now that some people do things like shaking hands when they meet, so maybe it's like that? he's obviously unused to having even simple contact with people, so even as he asks, he looks unsure if he wants to quit fidgeting with his scarf to reach out with that hand instead. his name, for once, he's willing to offer without being weird about it. using aliases in situations like this always makes it feel strange. ]

Okada Izō. Only here 'cause I was curious, so...

[sweet_malanore]

[Nephelea's concept of Western is orcs unruly and ungraceful tauren much more calming, but still "bull in a china shop" levels of grace and the kaldorei graceful, but ferocious in a way their people were calculating. So she raised an eyebrow at him and laughed softly without mockery.]

Not quite, it is an offer to place your hand in mine.

[She's been here enough times now that explaining it is easier than being mildly offended.]

I will lead you to our room.

[hitokiri]

Oh. That all, huh?

[ as he is, her laughter makes him laugh too. preferable to the alternative, but he sure doesn't have much of an inside voice sometimes... ]

This ain't really done where I come from, so...

[ does he mean "this" in general as in what he's here for? or holding hands? it's hard to tell and probably safe to assume that won't be the last thing he gets confused about. his hands are clean, but even so, he wipes them a few times on his hakama for good measure before he finally takes the offered hand. ]

[sweet_malanore]

No? Well, then I hope I will give you a positive first experience.

[Now that his hand is in hers, Nephelea leads him towards her bed, with its many small pillows on it. She slips out of her kimono and wears a spidersilk slip that she had from home, and into the bed. Nephelea motions to her chest.]

Put your head here, and your hands and arms where you like; we will begin after.

slides in ridiculously late, sorry!

[fallendragon]

[The footsteps Nephelea heard coming down her hall was very quiet. It was a habit to muffle his footsteps with his wind when he was sneaking around. He didn't want Nephelea to think he felt guilty for coming here though he kind of did. Not because of her though. There was nothing wrong with her profession. It was just he hated inconveniencing people with his problems. He was already here though and leaving would be terribly rude so he dispersed the wind and his footsteps sounded normal as he walked up the the door and knocked confidently, hiding how nervous he really was.

He had never done anything like this before, but he was lonely, especially at night when his thoughts wandered back to that day. He didn't want to burden Altair with his nightmares so he came here. Hopefully she could help. He nervously fiddled with the small braid in his hair as he waited.]

[sweet_malanore]

[Nephelea looked up from the book she'd been trying to read, humming thoughtfully to herself as she tried to absorb the information. It was slow-going, as the words were densely packed.]

A moment!

[She stood up and quickly checked to make sure she didn't look unkempt, despite her loose, comfortable clothing. Nephelea, after all, was presenting something that was part fantasy, rooted in warmth and reality. Satisfied that she was acceptable, Nephelea opened the front door of her apartment.]

Oh! Hello. Is there something I can help you with?

I finally got to this one! Sorry I'm so late orz

[fallendragon]

[Arrakis stopped fiddling with his braid as soon as Nephelea answered the door. Nephelea's question made him worried he had the wrong place but he expertly hid his anxiousness under a polite smile.]

Good evening. Lady Autumnsong right? We spoke on the network.

[Arrakis's eyes widened slightly. Ah! right. He forgot to give her his name! He lightly chuckled as he started fiddling with his braid again without realizing it. Oops.]

Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I go by dragonfly on the network but my real name is Arrakis.