Teenagers Scare the Living Shit Out Of Me etc. etc.

[dyingtohealyou]

[Characters passing by the bulletin board may notice a new message tacked to it!]

Drinking party at the bar at 8pm. Under 21 only. Adults will be persecuted to the fullest extent of the law. Fun and games included, party hats optional. Don’t be late!

[Sure enough, there’s a gathering of teens (and maybe some not-so-teens?) to be found in the bar! While the posting mentions this is a teen only event, adults are in fact allowed as long as they are cool. OOCLY please be aware there are going to be teens drinking alcohol and possibly smoking! Also additionally, please let the teens/players have fun; again, adults are allowed but only if they’re cool enough to play along without snitching them out!

All party game top levels are going to be made under Ahito’s account but please assume ICly that Akira instigated/explained them! Once the game toplevels are up you can also post your own toplevels to mingle freely if you like IDK IT’S A PARTY HAVE FUN]

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[1145pm]

[ Tatara puts his hand to his chest and gives a little sigh. ]

I can't believe it! I'm luckier than I thought...

[ With a little grin and a hushed tone, because his first name is for him and him only, ]

Thank you, Aguero.

/2

[lighthaus]

[ 'kay you can't make that expression and use his first name and expect him to behave. a quick kiss, just so he can taste it on his lips. ]

My luck's usually not great [ can't wait to see how western mission goes. ] but I'm good at getting what I want.

...not that I thought about that with you. [ this is the closest he'll get to saying he was head empty for basically the whole beginning of their relationship. ]

[lighthaus]

[ actually whispers for this one: ]

...at least half of one, it looks like. [ points at jing yuan and then solomon. ]

[1145pm]

[ You know, he could always just ask for them, but it's a lot more fun to figure out what to say to get kisses out of Khun, so...

But he follows the point, and his eyes go wide. He looks back and forth between the old men, then back to Khun. ]

No way? [ also whispering, ]

[lighthaus]

Apparently? Though I guess old people are lonely.

[ khun thinks this is for the better for everyone but also he's still gonna judge. ]

[1145pm]

[ Hmm. After a second or two of just watching, Tatara pats Khun on the hand. ]

At least they have each other now, right?

[ and khun doesn't have to kill jy, ]

[lighthaus]

[ blink.

that's delightfully cold and not what he was expecting to hear, so forgive him for just pulling tatara into a deep kiss, hand clenched on the fabric of his shirt. ]

Yeah. And I have you and you have me.

[ he could have said they have each other, which they do but- he likes the way this sounds better. ]

[1145pm]

[ Oh! You know what? A delightful little surprise, and he isn't going to question what about he said led to this.

Perfectly comfortable in Aguero's hold, he gives a little cheeky grin. ]

So is it my time to claim ownership over you?

[ He remembers what was said after he came back from the North— ]

[lighthaus]

[ he relaxes his grip and switches to how he was before, still holding his boyfriend close. ]

How are you going to do that? [ his eyes are sharp but curious. ]

[1145pm]

[ It's tempting to give in when his eyes are as sharp as that, but— ]

Your eyes. [ He gently reaches to brush Khun's cheekbone, just below his eyes. He remembers when they flashed that beautiful, beautiful purple. ] The deeper violet they shine, that means I've left my red on you. Just in the way you've left your blue on me.

[ Not that any part of him is actually turning purple, but it shows in everything else he does and wears. ]

Right?

/2

[lighthaus]

[ he stares blankly for a second, not the same expression he gets when he's taken by fireworks in the sky, but plain, genuine confusion. the touch is also a little bit distracting, head tilting slightly to lean into it on reflex. ]

...?

[lighthaus]

[ did he hear that right? he's pretty sure he did, but that makes no sense. he blinks some more for good measure. ]

Huh? What do you mean? My eyes were purple? When?

????

[ he's so confused that he can't handle any other reaction than pure befuddlement. ]

[1145pm]

[ Well, this isn't really a topic for public, so his hand drifts to the back of his neck and coaxes him downwards. How did he get so tall...

Whispering into his ear, ]

When you claimed me as yours. After we came back from the North.

[lighthaus]

[ this is what happens when you feed your bf tatara

he follows of course, again not expecting to hear what he does yet again. still, he reflexively pulls him closer with the hands on his hips.

trying to marry the two different train of thoughts he's having... one of them wins out like it always does. ]

...I didn't hurt you then, right? [ he was rough then, all of his edges without any of the usual warmth to soothe them. at least until later, when he had come down to his usual blue. ]

[1145pm]

[ Tatara lets himself get pulled in close, and he gives a sharp little breath as they come flush together.

He can't see Aguero's face, but he can feel the love in his tone. His heart pounds in his chest, and his fingers gently lace through the ends of his hair. Not too much, though—he doesn't want to mess up today's arrangement. ]

No. Of course not. [ He says quietly, sweetly. ] That might've been the best I felt.

[ That might either say a lot about Tatara, or maybe it was just the context of it all... He doesn't think too hard about that, though. ]

[lighthaus]

You— [ ahhh there's a lot he wants to say that he either can't fit into words or can't fit into words here. he squeezes tatara just a little, he can't just do nothing when they're up close like this. ]

...I didn't know I was capable of that before. So yeah, it's because of you. If you liked it...then in the future—[ he won't hold himself back. it won't always be as sharp as that purple, sometimes it will be a deep blue instead. heavy in different ways.

he lets out a sigh full of longing, wishing they were alone, but he'll be patient. ]

You make me feel like I can be myself. All of me.

[1145pm]

[ Tatara squeezes hard back. He wishes he could squeeze harder, melt into him. It's hard when he's so—overwhelmed by the memory, the feelings. He was purple, then. And he's a little envious. Tatara wishes he could turn purple, too.

A hand gently rubs at his back at the sigh. They'll be patient. ]

It's because I love all of you, who you really are.

[ No matter how small Tatara is, he'll carry the weight that is Aguero. Even if he is just an early spring breeze, he thinks Aguero is air, just like him, when he's in his arms.

Or maybe he's fire, his blaze roaring under gentle breath.

Who knows. He doesn't really think about it. ]

[lighthaus]

[ what does he even say to that? he's a little starstruck by the burst of light in his arms. it takes his breath away and makes his heart beat faster in a way it never has before. even he doesn't know the full shape of himself yet; if it were anyone else, he'd reject the notion of acceptance wholeheartedly and forcefully.

but he listens to the brightness in his voice, knowing it extends to the coral of his eyes. he can't deny that light and he certainly can't deny it now when he's so hopelessly in love. the room seems to spin and not because of the drinks in his belly. ]

You're amazing and so beautiful. [ if he doesn't let go now, he feels like he won't be able to. so he does, but before he draws back completely he takes a kiss so full of tongue, it's like he's trying to eat any lingering traces of those words and take them just for himself. ]

Later we'll mix our colors together.

[1145pm]

[ The kiss almost knocks him off his feet; he really could say the exact same thing back. He wishes he could show Aguero how amazing and beautiful he is. He sees him in the deep blues of the early morning, in the gemstones in the market stalls, in the flowers over the fields and in the deep inks he writes with and, and,

He sees him in everything. And when he smiles, he's dizzy. ]

Yeah. [ Once they're done at this party. A no brainer. ] I want to be deep violet with you.

[ He squeezes his hands, because he recognizes the efforts of restraint he's making when he sees it, and then steps back, letting his fingers slip from his. ]

I'll find you later.