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

[pocketspa]

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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[knockthemdead]

[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.

[pocketspa]

[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.