hadriel_logs | [closed] we haven't really explored the sexuality of candlenights

Who: The residents of Sorrow's imported housing, building 5-1 aka Tres Horny House (Magnus, Merle, Taako, Lup, Angus, Barry), with special invitee Kravitz
What: It's Candlenights! The city might be dreary but the holidays are still hoppin'.
Where: Tres Horny House (Sorrow's housing, 5-1)
When: Backdated to December 25th
Warnings: Should be pretty clean, aside from crude jokes.

[Despite the decidedly non-wintery conditions outside, the residents of the Tres Horny House refuse to let that cut some Candlenights cheer. Unlike last year's scattered disaster of crystal and a very averted end of the world, this year there's been time to prepare. Even through limited resources, the twins have managed plenty of food for the seven of them. They've been hard-pressed to find a good bush, but one's been transplanted into the middle of their living room, surrounded by gift boxes and decked in small twinkling lights. Magical spheres float around the room in lieu of electricity, small pulsing orbs of gold, red, and green to illuminate the space in warm, soft glow, accentuating the few candles they've managed to find and actually have. Taako's even taken to tucking some sprigs of fake mistletoe around the apartment; notice it or not, he's not here to be the Candlenights police.

It's got the makings of a great holiday. Let's see how they wang this one up.]

[ooc: It's a mingle log! Tag around, give gifts, eat so many magical cookies you get sick, find yourself under the mistletoe, I don't care, make it gay.]

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[When these moments come, where Taako is softer; when he slows down, Kravitz can always feel something growing in them. Something delicate and powerful all at once, like a flower blooming from beneath cracked cement. They catch him less off guard each time. He simply slips his fingers between Taako's in turn, and watches him as if he could do so forever.

Eventually Taako steps in close and grins sharply and the moment passes, but Kravitz isn't sad to see it go. Nothing is different. The feeling is still there, thrumming between them.

He stutters out a laugh, knowing that Taako is teasing, but rushing to correct him all the same. It's important he knows he's not really asking for anything.]

That's not what I-

[Oh.]

Oh.

[He grins at Taako, eyes darting about to see if anyone has noticed them yet.]

Is this my present?

[It's a side of him precious few have ever seen; he doesn't give this quietness, this vulnerability in him, over to almost anyone. But Kravitz sees him more than most, doesn't drag it out when he wants to move on, just-- cherishes what he has. Continues to cherish him.

Gods, the way this man makes him saccharine.

Kravitz reciprocates, the grin that stretches across his face making Taako want to drag him off with no further conversation, but he doesn't. Not yet, at least.]

Wow, you're a cheap date. Babe, I could mess with you anytime, but you wanna forfeit your real present...

[He reaches behind him and produces a small box. It's not bigger than his hand, but he drops it in Kravitz' hands anyway, with a little more care than his usual delivery. He seems... almost bashful, to be handing it over, like he's forcing his way through the intimacy of what's involved in something like this.]

But I guess you can have this too.

[The inside is lined in soft paper and padding, and in the center lies what looks like an intricately woven piece of silver. Upon further investigation, Kravitz can see it's a hair clip, with a barrette fastening on the back. The entire thing seems to be made of a thin line of silver, twisted into different patterns and shapes; the edge is all feathers, interspersed with red ruby looking gems as it twirls into the center, where it culminates in a twinkling rhinestone star.

Never mind that it matches the stars that adorn Taako's hat, and a bunch of his clothing. Don't pay attention to that. Shut the fuck your mouth. Also don't pay attention to how long Taako must have spent on this, how many spell slots got tossed to the ground and how many tiny pieces he had to salvage from all kinds of broken shit. He'll wait until Kravitz sees it and then stumble out another clarifying sentence--]

I thought, uh, you were more of a silver kinda guy.

[Nailed it.]

[He truly, honestly wasn't sure whether or not to expect a present, and wouldn't have minded if Taako didn't have one. It's incredibly cheesy, but just seeing him and being together today would have been enough. Then there is quite suddenly a box in his hands, and Kravitz becomes a stuttering mess, only ever easy to catch off guard when it's Taako doing the catching.

You didn't have to, he hears himself say numbly, but he's already opening the packaging, lifting away the paper to get at whatever is underneath. Like a kid on Candlenights, he's excited and impatient; it's rare that Kravitz is gifted something, and something from Taako- well. It's safe to say that his delight is obvious and very audible when he finds the barrette.]

Taako, this is...

[Well, it's something he doesn't have adequate words for. Kravitz's eyes are very wet and very wide when he looks back up at Taako, but if there was any room for doubt, his wide dorky grin should make it obvious how utterly taken with the gift he is.]

You made this?

[The thought of Taako, putting in all this effort for him, the time, the spells, the design... Kravitz sort of looks and feels like he might combust. Happily. A happy combustion.]

I love it! The colors! This part here must have taken... ah, and the feathers! This would go very well with-

[The look on his face makes Taako's heart swell with adoration in the same breath it makes him want to vault out the nearest window and run until he drops dead. It's physical, it's intimate, it's right there in his hands and it makes Taako nauseous to look at. He spent time on that. He spent time on it and he's just handing it to him and he's going to know, everyone's going to know--

Kravitz just smiles at him, and he feels like his insides have all simultaneously punched each other. He has no idea what face he's making. He might be smiling? He feels like he's lost all control of his face.]

Uh, yeah, cool, cool, glad it matches with your whole... thing.

[What if he died? He could just die. Always an option. Except wait, no, it's not, this is the grim reaper, if he died he'd just see him again, oh no.]

It's not really uh, anything, I just did some stuff? You know, bomb ass wizard, this sorta thing just happens sometimes. So now you can look good and not like, ridiculously stuffy all over the place.

[~~That's right, Taako. There's no escape.~~

Krav immediately tones down the lovefest, very aware of the discomfort his affections seem to have inspired. It makes his stomach roll uncomfortably, but he takes a deep breath and grounds himself. He knows what he's always known. Taako cares about him. Taako maybe loves him. Taako isn't ready for that.

And Kravitz will wait. Kravitz would wait forever.

So he just grins indulgently at Taako's uncharacteristically weak attempt at bullying, only feeling the slightest sting of something that isn't bitterness or disappointment, but rather a concern rooted in Taako.

Krav reaches out to brush a thumb across Taako's cheek; leans in and swoops down to press a kiss to the top of his head.]

Yes, well. I thank you, truly, for taking the first step in demolishing my 'stuffy' reputation.

[He pulls back, screws up his nose and practically whines-]

Is that truly what people think of me? Not 'menacing'? Creepy? ...Not even 'mildly unsettling'? I'd take that.

[Immediately, Kravitz gets gentle with him, the motions of affection and closeness just for him where he pulls apart Taako's rebukes and less than kind words. He pulls his head in and as his lips touch Taako's head he can feel the words in his throat, in the front of his mind, like he did a month ago when he was wrung out and drained, I love you, I love you, I love you. He cuts them off himself, as if he could think hard enough that Kravitz would hear him and he is not even CLOSE to ready for that shit right now. But he feels it. He feels it hard and close and the way it embarasses him without having even spoken.]

Yyyyup. Sorry to break it to you, babe. Your whole aura radiates pure dork, no way around it. Maybe if you lose the cravat? C'mon, let me dress you up sometime.

[He grabs at Kravitz' collar, making sure to curl his fingernails over his collarbone.]

Or, just, dress down and we can handle the rest later.

[closed] we haven't really explored the sexuality of candlenights

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