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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[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.