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bakerstreet2016-04-12 09:12 pm
funandcutememes) wrote in bakerstreet2016-04-12 09:12 pm
[ Totally the caretaker (for better or worse)! May come in masked or maskless varieties. Other permissions in journal. ]
Mizuki had gotten used to having Clear over often. He took care of the small chores that Mizuki normally found himself too tired to tend to quickly. But more than that, Clear's presence alone was a source of stability and security, among many, many other desirable qualities.
Although sometimes the irrational part of his mind wondered if Clear would be happier with someone else, he reminds himself that they consciously chose each other.
The day was not as long as it could be. He gave the burden of finishing the work day to another teammate in order to turn in early. Fatigue wore down on him today, which prompted the decision. After waking up with nightmares that morning, he hadn't exactly been in the best of states. Hell, he even forgot to shave, so his stubble prickled at him uncomfortably. He was glad that his body hair didn't grow that quickly compared to some people, so it was mild, but still noticeable that some of his teammates were asking if he was looking to start a new look.
Yeah, no.
After taking the few steps required to enter his home, he called out a tired, "I'm home," and, after closing and locking the door once more, knelt in order to take off his shoes in the short entryway.
He was about three hours early, come to think of it.
Although sometimes the irrational part of his mind wondered if Clear would be happier with someone else, he reminds himself that they consciously chose each other.
The day was not as long as it could be. He gave the burden of finishing the work day to another teammate in order to turn in early. Fatigue wore down on him today, which prompted the decision. After waking up with nightmares that morning, he hadn't exactly been in the best of states. Hell, he even forgot to shave, so his stubble prickled at him uncomfortably. He was glad that his body hair didn't grow that quickly compared to some people, so it was mild, but still noticeable that some of his teammates were asking if he was looking to start a new look.
Yeah, no.
After taking the few steps required to enter his home, he called out a tired, "I'm home," and, after closing and locking the door once more, knelt in order to take off his shoes in the short entryway.
He was about three hours early, come to think of it.
Edited 2016-04-13 07:07 (UTC)
mistakes were made yes but <33333!!!!!! My hearts are not
just_a_useless_sword
- 2016-04-16 15:12 (UTC) - ExpandHoney you don't even have to worry bout starting this up. ANGST IS MY JAM.
just_a_useless_sword
- 2016-04-16 15:43 (UTC) - ExpandFeel free to add in anything else you want btw!
just_a_useless_sword
- 2016-04-16 18:35 (UTC) - ExpandWe end up doing the whole list. omg just got a sad thought, Clear stops running one day
just_a_useless_sword
- 2016-04-16 19:15 (UTC) - ExpandWell if you *like* taking angst up to 11/10........... Yuki's quest becomes MUST REPAIR CLEAR
singingintherain
- 2016-04-16 19:53 (UTC) - ExpandI dunno he might actually just commit seppuku which would make this like 10000/10
just_a_useless_sword
- 2016-04-16 20:33 (UTC) - ExpandI have been called the crying monster many times uwu I earned that tittle
just_a_useless_sword
- 2016-04-16 20:55 (UTC) - ExpandI'm a fluff monster myself..... by our powers combined, we are a hurt/comfort demon?
singingintherain
- 2016-04-16 21:19 (UTC) - ExpandOh my god yes. TOGETHER WE ARE THE HURT/COMFORT DEMON AND WE'RE GONNA MAKE IT HURT
just_a_useless_sword
- 2016-04-16 21:55 (UTC) - Expandbruh that ain't no twist, it's how I play him! though less fetish more fascination, fuwa fuwa~
singingintherain
- 2016-04-18 02:35 (UTC) - Expand(Good with either role, though I see him as more of a caretaker.)
It was amazing to see how far Poe had come as a few more weeks had come and gone. He hadn't yet regained his full memory, but more and more pieces had begun to fall into place. More and more, memories seemed to pop up when he was least expecting them to. People no longer had to worry about treating him with kid gloves, and most importantly, while the nightmares hadn't disappeared completely, they'd faded to the point that he no longer woke up screaming and confused and scared.
It had been easy to fall into old, familiar patterns once he remembered what those old, familiar patterns were. And although she still staunchly refused to leave his side unless absolutely necessary, she took great solace in the fact that when she couldn't be around, plenty of others would watch out for him.
So did Finn, when he was able to visit and spend more than five minutes between meetings catching up, seeing for his own eyes that relatively speaking, things were much better than before.
"You and Poe, huh?", he'd asked, and Rey had tried to laugh the suggestion away, but damn him, he knew exactly what she was feeling. Isn't this what friends did for each other, she wondered, even though she knew that maybe it wasn't, that maybe she had been going above and beyond since the beginning, that she definitely felt more than simple friendship toward the man who was currently using her lap as a pillow, engrossed in whatever report or book he was reading, drowsy and content, carding thin fingers through thick hair.
Maybe it was because she was so relaxed that she let her guard down, well aware that along with the Force came the ability to project her feelings, unaware that was doing exactly that, as clearly as though she were speaking them out loud. At first, nothing more than how happy she was to be able to spend the time like this, even in the quiet. And then disappointment at the knowledge that in two days' time, she'd have to leave, off to do some reconnaissance, which shouldn't be difficult nor dangerous, but very well could be, with the First Order out there and waiting, biding their time until they were able to mount an attack again.
And then, perhaps the most damning of all, the funny little way that her heart skipped a beat as she took in the sight of Poe, as relaxed as she'd ever seen him, as at ease as could be, and the deep, overpowering desire to kiss him, which she's been fighting for ... far too long to be healthy.
It had been easy to fall into old, familiar patterns once he remembered what those old, familiar patterns were. And although she still staunchly refused to leave his side unless absolutely necessary, she took great solace in the fact that when she couldn't be around, plenty of others would watch out for him.
So did Finn, when he was able to visit and spend more than five minutes between meetings catching up, seeing for his own eyes that relatively speaking, things were much better than before.
"You and Poe, huh?", he'd asked, and Rey had tried to laugh the suggestion away, but damn him, he knew exactly what she was feeling. Isn't this what friends did for each other, she wondered, even though she knew that maybe it wasn't, that maybe she had been going above and beyond since the beginning, that she definitely felt more than simple friendship toward the man who was currently using her lap as a pillow, engrossed in whatever report or book he was reading, drowsy and content, carding thin fingers through thick hair.
Maybe it was because she was so relaxed that she let her guard down, well aware that along with the Force came the ability to project her feelings, unaware that was doing exactly that, as clearly as though she were speaking them out loud. At first, nothing more than how happy she was to be able to spend the time like this, even in the quiet. And then disappointment at the knowledge that in two days' time, she'd have to leave, off to do some reconnaissance, which shouldn't be difficult nor dangerous, but very well could be, with the First Order out there and waiting, biding their time until they were able to mount an attack again.
And then, perhaps the most damning of all, the funny little way that her heart skipped a beat as she took in the sight of Poe, as relaxed as she'd ever seen him, as at ease as could be, and the deep, overpowering desire to kiss him, which she's been fighting for ... far too long to be healthy.
Edited 2016-04-15 21:15 (UTC)
(M/F and would love to explore fallout from most recent episode, would love anyone from DCTV or the MCU for this)
( m/f for ship, ota for gen caring, good for either role )
( Probably more the caretaker! )
[ooc: Either role.]
[Totally the caretaker. But mutual caretaking can be adorably sweet, too. <3 However, Ren is pretty tiny, so he's not a gentle giant at all. He also has a nice lap, or, in the case of a playful mood, he doesn't mind offering his butt as a pillow, either. Please see his info in his journal before tagging! <3]
[ooc: most likely to be m/f. no to the smut option. i know it's a shipping meme, but if you want to roll some kind of gen/family option i'm cool with that. could be either the caretaker or caretakee. Someone come pet his hair.]
[Do you have any preferences as to your role or ideas for how this might go?~]
( m/m preferred for shipping. ota for gen. )
[OOC: I keep dropping our tags and I feel terrible. /glues self to this one]
[For as long as he can remember, Kei has been there to take care of him. The vampire had basically adopted him when he was just a fearless little brat trying to offer food to what should have been a terrifying creature, but somehow that fact failed to scare Sho — and years later he's still unphased by the reality of what Kei is. He understands, of course. Kei isn't human. He drinks blood. He's killed to survive. But then, who hasn't killed to survive in their world? Kei makes sure he doesn't lose himself in the violence, makes sure, at the end of the day, he's still just Sho.
Sometimes Sho wishes there was more to their relationship, though. There's an unspoken line he's recently become more and more aware of, a line he's begun to testingly push and toe at. That evening, after Kei has woken, he comes in damp from being out in the rain.]
Hey. [The greeting is easy, happy as he shrugs off his jacket and sets it aside.] I'm gonna shower. [Here there's a pause, weighted with indecision. Sho forces a grin.] Could you... ah, would you help wash my hair? It's gotten kind of long again... [It's an excuse. Of course he can wash his own hair but there's a certain intimacy and comfort in someone else (in Kei) doing it instead, not to mention it's something Kei used to do, before he got older.]
[For as long as he can remember, Kei has been there to take care of him. The vampire had basically adopted him when he was just a fearless little brat trying to offer food to what should have been a terrifying creature, but somehow that fact failed to scare Sho — and years later he's still unphased by the reality of what Kei is. He understands, of course. Kei isn't human. He drinks blood. He's killed to survive. But then, who hasn't killed to survive in their world? Kei makes sure he doesn't lose himself in the violence, makes sure, at the end of the day, he's still just Sho.
Sometimes Sho wishes there was more to their relationship, though. There's an unspoken line he's recently become more and more aware of, a line he's begun to testingly push and toe at. That evening, after Kei has woken, he comes in damp from being out in the rain.]
Hey. [The greeting is easy, happy as he shrugs off his jacket and sets it aside.] I'm gonna shower. [Here there's a pause, weighted with indecision. Sho forces a grin.] Could you... ah, would you help wash my hair? It's gotten kind of long again... [It's an excuse. Of course he can wash his own hair but there's a certain intimacy and comfort in someone else (in Kei) doing it instead, not to mention it's something Kei used to do, before he got older.]
[-internal screaming- I mean-- You wanna do feeding or massage or head lap? Or all three?]
[OTA for Gen. River or Romana for shippy things. He's rubbish at both roles, so expect this thread to require some development.]
[Sigh....this is definitely not his forte. Normally Eren went to Mikasa or Armin for this kind of thing. Seeing as they weren't here...guess he was the only other opinion besides Jean-- and he knew that wasn't going to happen.]
Oi.
[He stood in the doorway and leaned against the wooden frame as he stared into the room and then at the floor.]
I made some tea.
[So....come join him...is what he wants to say, but it doesn't come out.]
Oi.
[He stood in the doorway and leaned against the wooden frame as he stared into the room and then at the floor.]
I made some tea.
[So....come join him...is what he wants to say, but it doesn't come out.]
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