What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness?

[negeotiation]

⌛ Who: Zhongli negeotiation, Kuro neetvampire
⌛ What: Catch-All log for January's event and overall anything else
⌛ When: January
⌛ Where: Noted in threads
⌛ Warnings: Will be marked as needed. Plotting comment here



Kuro
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Zhongli
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[inevitablerest]

[Despite his assertion that they aren't the same person, it seems that Ash is very much like Kuro after all. Kuro melts into these kinds of touches in the same kind of way, though he doesn't have the same emotional tremor in his voice if he speaks while it's happening.

There are some things that Thanatos tries, but often fails to understand. Emotional complexities are often one of those things. However... not being accepted around people as you are is something that he can, at least, relate to on some level. He had planned to at least give Ash somewhere comfortable to pass his last moments, but he doesn't seem to be in any hurry to reach his end now.

Perhaps it's knowing that it's available to him at any time is a settling thought in itself?

Thanatos keeps on combing his fingers idly through the vampire's hair, letting Ash relax in against him. Sometimes shades would want to share things with him as he took them down to the underworld and while he never told them to be quiet, he never really knew what he could say to them either. It's much the same here, but he can offer a kind of physical comfort that he had never had as an option before.]

Is there anything else that you want? [He asks, moving his hand down from Ash's hair down to the side of his face, cupping very gently along his jaw.] As yourself?

[neetvampire]

[It's still daylight out, which is at least protection from the demon within. But there's a comfort and security specifically in Thanatos' gentle care, in the knowledge that the end will come, when he asks for it, in the kindness offered akkin to a dying man's last wish.

For now, he allows his body to slowly warm through, the soothing repetition of those fingers combing through his hair eventually drawing his breath out to something slower and more even.

He wonders what it would be like. Would it be like falling asleep, he wonders? That's how he's always dreamed of it.

His eyes are half lidded as his face is tilted upward, and rather than respond right away he nuzzles his cheek against Thanatos' palm, relishing the warmth and care of the simple touch.]

This.... all of is more than I ever imagined.

[inevitablerest]

[He will have questions for Kuro - the real one - when this is done. Even though he knows that this person is only a phantom of the real one, a fake, he can't find it in himself to feel any kind of revulsion towards him... even having him so close as this.

Knowing that he will end this person's life this day, whether in the next minute or in a few hours, provokes that instinctive level of care that he gives to all lost or wandering spirits.]

Then rest.

[If that's what he wants - all he wants - then it can be easily provided. Ash nuzzles into his hand like that and it's so very much like exactly what Kuro would do that he can't help the fondness that wells up in him.

He presses a kiss to the phantom Kuro's forehead.]

My offer isn't going anywhere.