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hadriel_logs2017-01-16 11:20 am
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Warn Your Warmth To Turn Away
Who: Yukari's double and Curufin (closed)
What: Super flirting with the best (potential) friend that Yukari has here
Where: House 1204; Yukari's living quarters
When: January 16
Warnings: Sexual suggestions, will update as needed
Yukari's double has his hands on his Original's phone. It was almost laughably easy, like taking candy from a mute child. With his Original out looking for his 'lost' phone, it was time to set his most devastating plan in motion and text a certain someone. The kind of someone who would be the most devastating to the pretty boy's ego. The one that would make him never want to show his face again after he learnt what happened between them. The most valuable person he has here, if that's what he would like to call it. And that someone is Curufin.
A devilish smirk crosses his face as he sends the message, pocketing the phone, and waiting for the Elf to arrive. He makes sure the place is perfectly tidy, having to only straighten a few things at best. He sets up candles on select stands around the living area, in the places they will give the most ambiance when the lights are dimmed, and lights them carefully. The mood is to be as romantic as possible. He puts fresh Jasmine Potpourri in a decorative jar and sets it on the table in the middle of the room.
When satisfied with the appearance of the room, he goes to the refrigerator, retrieving the best bottle of wine in it - a Blackberry Pinot Noir, something he's certain will please the robust Elf's taste buds. He pours it into two glasses and sets them on the table.
And it would appear not a moment too soon. As the glasses gently click on the wooden surface, he hears the knock on the door. He takes a quick check in a decorative mirror, fussing with his hair just slightly, before he saunters over to the door. He opens it just a crack, smiling coyly at the Elf before him. He leans against the door frame as he opens it more fully.
"Curufin-chan, please come in. Would you like a drink?"
The double gracefully leads the way back in to the abode. As Curufin follows, the double picks up the glasses of wine, turning back to Curufin to offer one of them. Being effeminate is easy, with the way he looks already and with the Original so inclined to beauty and grace. When Curufin accepts the glass of wine, Yukari's fingers trace up from the stem of the glass and move to gently touch along Curufin's collar, the smile never fading from his face. He keeps his gaze level with Curufin's as he speaks.
"You know, Curufin-chan, when we had dinner after you had your concussion... I suppose I should tell you that you were right about something." He takes a sip of his wine, licking his top lip delicately to get the traces of it that remain. "You see, I actually do care about you. But I'm certain you had caught on to that, as brilliant as you are. In fact, it's that intelligence that intrigues me about you the most."
Words that were almost entirely true, but his Original is so used to living in a secluded manner, far displaced from connecting on any emotional level with people, he probably doesn't even realise it's actually caring and not just the amusement of the intellectual battles. And if he is aware of it, then it's certainly never something he would admit out loud in a million years. Confessions of any emotional attachment he has are very vague at best, and he never delves into details of it.
Gently, the double sets his wine glass on the table, hardly turning the attention away from his target. He moves in closer to the Elf, leaving barely a hair's breadth of distance between them. He bites his own bottom lip gently, as if being slightly nervous at what he's about to ask next.
"I was wondering... Curufin-chan. Do you perhaps care for me as well?"
His smile still coy, and perhaps slightly shy. He looks eagerly into Curufin's eyes, anticipating an answer.
What: Super flirting with the best (potential) friend that Yukari has here
Where: House 1204; Yukari's living quarters
When: January 16
Warnings: Sexual suggestions, will update as needed
Yukari's double has his hands on his Original's phone. It was almost laughably easy, like taking candy from a mute child. With his Original out looking for his 'lost' phone, it was time to set his most devastating plan in motion and text a certain someone. The kind of someone who would be the most devastating to the pretty boy's ego. The one that would make him never want to show his face again after he learnt what happened between them. The most valuable person he has here, if that's what he would like to call it. And that someone is Curufin.
Hey, Curufin-chan, could you come over to my place? I'd like to cash in that favour.
A devilish smirk crosses his face as he sends the message, pocketing the phone, and waiting for the Elf to arrive. He makes sure the place is perfectly tidy, having to only straighten a few things at best. He sets up candles on select stands around the living area, in the places they will give the most ambiance when the lights are dimmed, and lights them carefully. The mood is to be as romantic as possible. He puts fresh Jasmine Potpourri in a decorative jar and sets it on the table in the middle of the room.
When satisfied with the appearance of the room, he goes to the refrigerator, retrieving the best bottle of wine in it - a Blackberry Pinot Noir, something he's certain will please the robust Elf's taste buds. He pours it into two glasses and sets them on the table.
And it would appear not a moment too soon. As the glasses gently click on the wooden surface, he hears the knock on the door. He takes a quick check in a decorative mirror, fussing with his hair just slightly, before he saunters over to the door. He opens it just a crack, smiling coyly at the Elf before him. He leans against the door frame as he opens it more fully.
"Curufin-chan, please come in. Would you like a drink?"
The double gracefully leads the way back in to the abode. As Curufin follows, the double picks up the glasses of wine, turning back to Curufin to offer one of them. Being effeminate is easy, with the way he looks already and with the Original so inclined to beauty and grace. When Curufin accepts the glass of wine, Yukari's fingers trace up from the stem of the glass and move to gently touch along Curufin's collar, the smile never fading from his face. He keeps his gaze level with Curufin's as he speaks.
"You know, Curufin-chan, when we had dinner after you had your concussion... I suppose I should tell you that you were right about something." He takes a sip of his wine, licking his top lip delicately to get the traces of it that remain. "You see, I actually do care about you. But I'm certain you had caught on to that, as brilliant as you are. In fact, it's that intelligence that intrigues me about you the most."
Words that were almost entirely true, but his Original is so used to living in a secluded manner, far displaced from connecting on any emotional level with people, he probably doesn't even realise it's actually caring and not just the amusement of the intellectual battles. And if he is aware of it, then it's certainly never something he would admit out loud in a million years. Confessions of any emotional attachment he has are very vague at best, and he never delves into details of it.
Gently, the double sets his wine glass on the table, hardly turning the attention away from his target. He moves in closer to the Elf, leaving barely a hair's breadth of distance between them. He bites his own bottom lip gently, as if being slightly nervous at what he's about to ask next.
"I was wondering... Curufin-chan. Do you perhaps care for me as well?"
His smile still coy, and perhaps slightly shy. He looks eagerly into Curufin's eyes, anticipating an answer.
Never be sorry!!!
What should he do? He likes Yukari; he has from the start. And yes, he's beginning to feel attracted. And he has a new respect for him; it is not easy to make oneself vulnerable in this fashion, and yet Yukari is choosing to assume the risk. It does not seem quite fair to let him go out on a limb alone.
It would be so easy to take what is being offered. And yet, if he does. . .
He speaks softly, "Yukari, you are a brave man."
And he lifts a hand to lay it gently on his friend's face, his fingers light and tender. With this new awareness of his friend's vulnerability comes responsibility. He hesitates still, his eyes soft and dark, looking into those violet eyes that sparkle with fear and desire.
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"Am I, now?" He lets out a soft, warm chuckle.
He gently nuzzles into Curufin's hand, closing his eyes softly. Their softness is both surprising and remarkable, for one who works in metals and explosives. The Double has to allow himself to think clearly. Why is the Elf hesitating? If he can figure that out, then the rest should be easy to turn the odds in his favour. He remembers for the moment how the Original has tried several times to turn the manipulation against him and failed. He did, indeed, have yet to find that delightful weakness. And yet, thus far, he has gotten an almost proper confession from Curufin. He is not impenetrable, after all. He's just got to find that metaphorical arm and twist it. He's this close; damn if his efforts will be in vain. He needs to crush the Original.
If the Elf respects him, he may just be waiting for Yukari to finish bridging that gap. Uncertainty like Curufin's is a sign of deep hurt. He could be afraid to bridge that gap in fear of a mistake or misreading the signs. But mostly because he's afraid of being left if he allows himself to be taken completely in. If he's afraid of Yukari... No, that doesn't quite make sense, does it? Curufin is a strong, honourable sort of man. He wouldn't let things get this far if he was simply afraid of Yukari. He would have kept his distance and walked out at any time. If he's stayed and even allowed himself to touch and embrace Yukari, it surely must be his own insecurities standing atop of his respect for the boy before him that cause him to hesitate.
That's all he needed to know. If he wants this done right, he's going to have to do it himself.
He blinks his eyes gently, leaning up delicately. The hand on Curufin's arm grips softly as he leans in, closing his eyes again before going the rest of the way to meet Curufin's lips with his own.
This will either go exactly as planned, or the Elf will pull away and reject the notion. Either way, at this point, the contact was made. There's no turning back. Whatever Curufin thinks and feels now will shape the rest of the experience.
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