Nov-Dec Catch-All

[leafwhistle]

Who: Dionysus, Heine, Kazuha & you!
What: Catch-all for Nov-Dec 15th
When: November - December 15th
Where: Various
Warnings: Blanket for potential violence, smut, etc. Threads will have proper warnings when needed.


Kaedehara Kazuha
   🍁 [CLOSED] Setsura
   🍁 [CLOSED] Diluc
   🍁 [OPEN] Vortex of Time
   🍁 [OPEN | NSFW] Unlimited Thirst Works

Dionysus
   🍇

Heine Rammsteiner
   🗡

Comments

[ilqaras]

Ah, a fated meeting, then.

[Dohalim isn't sure how he can really explain it; honestly, it's probably more of the fact that he's just started to take things in stride. after several talks with certain people, and... everything else that's happened in the hot springs thus far, what more can he do but just lean into it, for now?

he watches as Kazuha works with the tea and the pipe, before taking the offered latter carefully. while the seiza is different from the water pipe he had back home (something... he does find himself missing, every now and again, especially with recent thoughts swirling in his head), he's sure that it isn't too different. but he'll remind himself to take shorter pulls as to not end up in a coughing fit. how embarrassing would that be?]

Thank you. And adjusting is one way to put it.

[there should be something said about how Dohalim should be more careful about what Kazuha offers him, after finding out about (and foraging) wine fruit, and the subsequent binge eating he'd partaken by himself, but... that's neither here or there, right now. plucking a match and striking it, he takes a couple of small puffs to light the leaf, before taking in a slightly longer pull, and passing it back to the other man. as the smoke lingers in his mouth, he slowly sucks it into his lungs, before exhaling; he coughs lightly as his throat dries up just a little, but he supposes that is to be expected]

[leafwhistle]

['A fated meeting.' Dohalim's choice of wording brings a bright smile to the white haired man's face, more genuine than his other constant pleasant expressions. He knew he'd taken a liking to the man, but he has a good way of reminding him.]

How kind of fate to draw us back together.

[He watches the smoke drift from the other man's lips, wanting to breathe it from them. For now, he satisfies himself with an indirect kiss, his mouth sealing around the pipe after it had been returned to him so he can take another draw from it.

The drug helps in some ways. It relaxes his body, but does nothing for the warmth that's spread through him. He still remains half hard, his cock bulging in his fundoshi beneath his yukata. His lashes flutter with pleasure as he breathes the smoke out, then swipes a tongue over his lips, wetting them again.]

Is there something more? I promise, while I might not always have advice, I am a good listener.

[ilqaras]

[he watches Kazuha for a moment through the haze of smoke, letting whatever tobacco he'd smoked settle in him as he relaxes. leaning forward enough to rest his elbow on the flat surface of the table, Dohalim lifts a hand up to gently play with a lock of his wavy hair, twisting a curl around his finger idly]

Nothing to concern yourself about, I assure you. I've just found myself thinking about the past.

[a past he'd rather not talk about, unless Kazuha presses the matter. he does hope that the other wouldn't, however; he'd rather not bring down a pleasant mood between the two of them]