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Who: Kishibe Rohan (insist) & some people
What: Quests! And random other things.
When: April.
Where: Places.
Warning(s): Probably none???



[ Yeah, I don't actually have anything to put here, but you can hit up my plotting post if you want to do a thing. Or ping me on plurk @ capsu. The quest post is here because I keep being unable to find it. ]

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[shikomizue]

[There's nothing fake about Takasugi's weight - if he's not outright bearing down on Rohan, then he's pressing into him. Like he could curl the man in his arm, and hold him to his chest, at any moment.

It'd be intimate, if he wasn't doing it almost exclusively to test his partner's limits.

Better to know them now, than to realize what 'too far' is when they're standing at the altar.

Though, with all that babble about 'getting into character', Takasugi wonders if there's a boundary to reach.] Rohan. [He repeats it, already idly plucking through his thoughts for a nickname.]

Tani Umenosuke. [Isn't his name, but it's good enough. Plenty of people know him by that moniker, rather than his actual name.] I don't want to bother with your details-

We've just met, and fallen madly in love. [Surely that's a common enough situation.] Reckless and enamored... [It's almost a romantic story; Takasugi leans to nuzzle his jaw into the other man's hair.

Just... getting into character.]

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[ The gesture can be seen as tender, but Rohan knows better than to think that it is. It's the genuine, innocent displays of affection that have him caught in his tracks, at a loss for what to do. Something like this, a half-embrace that was really no more than a blatant attempt at pushing his buttons, is what he's much more equipped to deal with.

Of course the proximity has him tense, his body very unused to being quite this close to someone else, but beyond a look of discomfort and petulance he makes sure to control his reaction. If he makes a fuss, gets riled up and pushes the guy away, it feels like he's losing a battle. ] That's a weak premise. If I were a reader, I wouldn't accept it at all.

[ Nobody likes a random ship that came out of nowhere, okay. There has to be build up or the readers will hate it!!

There's a slow exhale taken to calm his nerves, to relax his body into the touch. While he still prefers personal space, he can forgo that desire in favour of showing Takasugi he's not that easily shaken up. Anyway, they might need to act the part later, right? He has to get used to it somehow. ]

Tani Umenosuke. [ A very pointed way to say someone's name, almost like he's scolding. Rohan then looks the other man in the eye. ] Are you trying to test my limits? [ Because he can take anything that's thrown at him, thanks. ]

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[The critique does nothing to wipe the smile off of Takasugi's face. But the next 'romantic' nuzzle is harsher, the jut of his jaw coming down too hard on the man's scalp. There are limits of intimacy, and then there are limits of imagination-

Takasugi's stops where an intricate backstory begins; if the shaman is crazy for pacts, he won't care why an errant couple has come for his services. He'll be thrilled for the opportunity. It's not so complex.

Or so Takasugi assumes.

The assumption, in part, based in an obstinate refusal to indulge Rohan's complaint.]

Who said anything about you having limits? [Wow what a backhanded compliment.

Takasugi's hand curls, thumb brushing Rohan's neck before curling along his jaw. They're madly in love, so any and all PDA physical affection is only to be expected.] When it comes time to seal the pact, I don't expect you to hold back.

[He has no real intention of letting things progress that far with the shaman, but neither does he care to go about this with any reservations.]

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[ Wow. Rude. He may be in a crop top 4 days out of 5 but that doesn't mean he's a ho. The petulant look on his face only deepens when he feels fingers by his neck, but he's already endeavored to carry out the farce, so he's going to keep it up no matter what.

Oh, he's thought of something, though! Rohan's in better spirits now, smirking a little. ]

Hmph. I'll carry out whatever needs to be done, so you can stop underestimating me. Though, I read one part about some pacts being sealed by the drinking of blood ...

[ IT'S TRUE BUT ALSO A CHEAP SHOT AT SCARING 'TANI' RIGHT BACK. Something like this would scare that fucker Josuke at least, but he has a feeling Tani is cut from a much tougher cloth than that. (Seeing as he started their adventure on an intense note by cracking a man's skull.) Well, anything's worth a try if there's a chance Rohan can feel like he's won. Life's a competition, and he hates losing, alright?

Rohan takes a step back, breaking their proximity, but offers a hand. They're doing it now, they're holding hands. Time to play their shoujo manga part. ] Let's go then, beloved.

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[Losing the petulant purse of Rohan's lip to a misguided countenance of victory dampens Takasugi's desire to push the lines of intimacy further. He's sure he could wrench the man's sense of accomplishment from him, with a hand jerking his jaw into place and a tease of lips against lips.

But there's no reason to take things that far. Is Rohan wearing lipstick? Takasugi doesn't want that on his face.

Especially not when the man is escalating the myth in a more familiar direction. Takasugi chuckles, disconnecting easily when his partner decides to slip away. He's sipped dragon's blood at an altar before, he can do it again.

All the easier if they only have to drink each other's.

He doesn't know the details.

Rohan's hand gets fixed with a dull stare, inaction dragging a moment too long to be anything but awkward, before Takasugi takes it. His hold is loose, a flimsy reciprocation to the man's commitment. (He didn't initiate it, so he doesn't care to follow through.)]

Aa. I hope you can stomach it. [The blood. The 'romance'. Losing this fight..]

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[ wow green lipstick is very chic

The way there is strained and far from what either of them would call 'pleasant', but they eventually make it past the winding labyrinth pathways to the main hall. Rohan's enlisted the help of one of the lesser priests to usher them into the hall, writing in that religious man's head 'These two lovers wish to form a pact, I will help them'. That man will believe that as the absolute truth, of course, no matter how unlikely the case may be later on.

Now's their time, then. They have to put on the real act. Outside the earshot of anyone around them, Rohan warns him: ] Try not to mess this up for the both of us.

[ Haha, like Takasugi's the one more likely to mess this up ...

He gives his 'lover' for the afternoon a tug at their hands, pulling him into the hall. Once inside, there's what appears to be an intricately-carved concrete bed in the center of the hall, a likely place for the soon-to-be-wed to reaffirm their bonds in a passionate spectacle. Beside that structure is a table where two knives are on display. One of the temple hands are washing the blood off of it with rosewater.

So, what he read about the pacts might be true after all. Good to know. Thankfully, the priest he's controlling covers the introductions for them, stating their purpose and beckoning the head shaman out. Rohan only has to reaffirm. ]

Yes, it's all true. Just being with him isn't enough. I want everyone to know that he is mine, and I am his. [ Uhh, gross!!! But he has to endure this. ]

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[emo kids only care about eyeliner

Fingers coiled into Rohan's, there's nothing much to do while they traverse the last of the labyrinth but eventually acquiesce to the man's warmth. Not that there's any comfort in their connection, but Takasugi does let his fingers wander, tracing what they can along the other's, noting what few callouses they run across.

They aren't too fighting, much too precise for that.

He leaves the thought for later, not gratifying Rohan's quip with even the dullest of recognition. All he offers is a glance from the bed to his partner. Will they need to go that far? So be it.

Though he's more partial to the knives. Seeing one another open is intimate no matter the context.]

There's nothing more absolute than laying our love bare for the great Dragon. [Lead with some flattery...] Perhaps he can quell our desperate desire to be one. [Releasing his grip, Takasugi offers his hands forwards to the Shaman. Part of the ritual? Maybe, maybe not, he doesn't know, but it's certainly deferential.

And he hates that more than he hates playing lover with this idiot.]