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Massage Meme

Massage Meme

Everyone could use a good massage now and again right? Well it's time to let you characters lay back and relax-- or maybe treat someone else to a little skin therapy. ;) Break out the oils and scented candles, it's time for a good rub down.

How to play:
❧ POST with your character (list their name & canon in the subject if you please)
❧ Others can reply giving the massage or recieving it.
❧ Use RNG to pick from the numbers below, or pick your numbers, or make something up!
❧ Have fun!

Type

001. Shoulder and Neck - the basic of the basic. Perhaps a strained shoulder, been sitting too long at their desk. Or maybe something even more strenuous. However, it's time to work out all those accumulated kinks.

002. Foot - It's time to give those yapping dogs a rest and treat them to a little TLC.

003. Hand - Hey don't forget about the hands, overworked constantly they could use a bit of a break.

004. Arm - Time to loosen up a bit and rub out those arm muscles.

005. Leg - Perhaps you're looking for something a bit more specific and intimate. Calve massage? Thigh? It's your choice.

006. Back - Considered a coup de grace of massage, the back massage, when done right, can bring extreme relief to those who receive it.

007. Scalp - Wanna feel those tingles down your spine? Maybe a little oil to help add health to the hair?

008. Full Body - Maybe it’s not just a specific area you want treated, but your entire body.

009. Wild Card - Anyway you want it. Mix and match, maybe I forgot something you want.

Relationship

001. Friend - getting a massage from a friend can be a wonderful bonding experience. And exacerbate already existing tensions ;D

002. Lover - Whether a show of care or a prelude to something more intimate, a massage from a lover is a very welcome thing.

003. Service - Hey some of us aren't so lucky. We gotta pay for this service.

004. Wild card - Whatever you want. However you want.

Credits shall be given to

lone_defender on LJ. Here's the original post

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[ I love doing AUs with Alcuin as an adept of Balm House, if that strikes anyone's fancy. Also open to other ideas and AUs in any 'verse! ]

(most likely the one doing the massaging.)

[Could be giving or receiving, lemme know.]

[The battle died down and the losses were tallied. The city again was jarred with many Meisters left to recover from the bizarre machine the Witches had built. Amplifying their abilities, some individuals were taking what happened worse.]

[Kanji was among those few. His ability leveling buildings and killing people before joining her to reign it back and help him guide it, she had to find a way to help him calm down. Rubbing the scented oil in her hands, her fingers pressed into his back, working into his skin and muscles, loosing the knots she found. The odd suggestion seemed to work wonders on momentarily snapping him out of his distress, but now he had time to think. She wouldn't say anything; if he wanted to discuss it with her, she would respond accordingly.]

[He was so goddamned tired of it. He tired of working so hard to work on these new abilities, and suddenly having them go batshit on him like this! After stupidly trying to hide the fact that his ability was going haywire from her, it had turned into a fight to keep him from leveling anything else, hurting anyone else. He felt miserable for causing so much damage, felt exhausted from how much energy the Soul Descent was expending, and felt a dull pain as he sported a pounding headache once the machine had been found and dismantled. Gingerly touching the wadded tissues up his nose- anything to stop the small nosebleed he'd earned- he tried to focus instead on soft, warm fingers against his back.]

[He'd wondered if this method would work, if it would calm him down and reel everything in. Yet the charge in the core of him, that weird building sensation that still jittered even now, felt a sense of ease, even if his mind was still troubled.]

What the hell am I gonna do, Naoto? Even if I couldn't control it... it still hurt a lotta people! How the hell am I gonna face anybody that comes up to me askin' why I didn't stop? What do I even say?

You can only apologize and hope they understand. You aren't the only Meister plagued by their actions right now, but understand, none of this is your fault.

[Even restrained, his powers leaked and destroyed. Still, losing control wasn't his fault. Nothing here was ever really the fault of the Guests and yet, people would blame them. Even if people turned against him, she would still be here for him.]

[Down from his shoulders, she worked on his mid-back, moving in towards his spine. It was always back here given his posture. Thickly knotted from how taunt he could become in battle... she made sure her thumb kneaded a little firmer into him.]

Tell that to everybody that's gonna get pissed at us again.

[He sighed. Everything was falling apart again. They had to unite and go on the attack, didn't they? Otherwise the war'd never freakin' end, and they'd never go home. Yet-]

Ngh-!

[His back shot upright, the sound leaving him before he could stop it. She pressed into the knot and he briefly shivered before settling slowly back into place. For a moment his breaths were uneven, adrenaline knocking it all out of balance.]

Whoa... P-problem area. Knead the hell outta that spot!

I will.

[She wouldn't let people call her Meister a killer. Not if she could help it.]

I'm on it.

[Troubled spot located, her fingers worked together to loosen it. Pressing in and circling in and out. She leaned closer to her back, focusing as the spot began to loosen. Almost had it.]

[He wasn't exactly expecting a little love tap, but he failed to underestimate how precise she'd be. Kanji managed to stop that first yelp of surprise, but he shut quickly-unfocused eyes, feeling a tight, uncomfortable spot melt away into a dull ache and warmth.]

[But he was slouching a little more now. Maybe if he'd quit doing that, he wouldn't be covered in knots and aches all the damn time, but that soft, low moan was one of relief.]

I gotta do you, next.

...M-massage! Massage.

[She smiled when he moaned, glad to get that response. After everything, he really does need this.]

Hm... I would enjoy that. [Hands working to his lower back and kneading in the same manner as before, her lips pressed against his left shoulder. Anything... anything that would ease the sorrow burdening him right now.]

[He could mend what he could, and see to the recovery of those still surviving after the recent attack. He would hear the screams and yells of families demanding answers, and fight that much harder to end the war. ...But god was it tiring. He wished it'd all end sooner, but was it ever that easy?]

[Days like this happened often. Missions would be won, battles would be lost, and then came time to mend wounds, ease aches, try and sleep at night after witnessing horror after horror. Her lips against his shoulder was another comfort, and the fingertips against his lower back just the same. But he reached back and seized one of her hands, squeezed it, and said nothing.]

[He really would've been a mess were it not for her. He just wished he was as much of a boon to her as she was for him.]

[Her hand halted - no, it was stopped. Her slick fingers curled around his own digits and squeezed back. Her front pressed against his skin, cheek coming to rest on his spine. Naoto's free hand continued roaming his skin, a single finger running up and down, drawing circles on his hip.]

[Her soul hummed and touched his as her eyes closed, providing more warmth to him. She would remain here for each battle, each struggle, and each recovery for him. Whatever she could do to take care of him, she would.]

[The sigh was quiet, and with it came a still-rattled, yet calmer response. This weird world, tangible souls, it was all still so strange to him, yet in having to open up from the very core meant that he could be true to himself and to others. He and Naoto were such damned private people... but so alike in some ways. Was it any wonder they could resonate as well as they could?]

[Troubled though his mind was, not looking forward to stepping out of the apartment and facing the damage caused, he swore to himself that he'd never run away from things like this; he wouldn't be a coward. But he needed that extra strength, needed something he couldn't describe- good vibrations, kinda, before being thrown to the wolves. As a Meister, his entire career had been made up of facing demons, ex-human monstrosities and grieving families demanding why they haven't won the war yet as people died all around them. But he knew she'd been dealing with the very same.]

[The hand he'd seized was lifted, as he didn't want her to quit what she was doing against his hip any time soon, and brushed his lips against her palm, resting there as his soul still sparked with that uneasy uncertainty, but less so than before. Maybe he was still a little scared shitless.]