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Late Hugs

Hug Meme: Classic Version

Post with your character, canon, and any notes/preferences. (If it is normally impossible for your character to give or receive hugs, like if they don't have limbs or are incorporeal, be sure to tell us whatever you're changing for them to participate.)

Tag other people; either roll a number from 1 to 8 or pick a hug, and give them that hug.

Get tagged.

Enjoy the aftermath!

1. Friendly Hug: The default hug; a hug as a show of platonic affection. Is it a normal hug, or a pouncetackleglomp? You decide!

2. Romantic Hug: Kissing isn't the only way that lovers share physical affection. Show your feelings with a romantic hug!

3. Comfort Hug: They look so sad... give them a hug to cheer them up!

4. Awkward Hug: You really don't want to give this person a hug; maybe you just had a fight, or you're just too stoic/manly/badass to do hugs in general. Too bad, you have to give them one. Do your best!

5. Scoop Hug: In addition to a hug, the hugger picks up the huggee slightly off the ground. Works best when they're bigger and stronger, but hey, seeing little girls try to pick up 6-foot badasses is cute too.

6. Surprise Hug: Sneak up on them from behind with a surprise hug!

7. Violent Hug: Hugs are supposed to be friendly, what gives? Whether you're squeezing the wind out of them or are just getting them into the perfect position for a backstab, you're only giving this person a hug in order to hurt them.

8. Other: Reroll, pick your own, mix and match, etc.

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[Spoilers can be avoided if need be!]

[ M/M for shipping! ]

[ OTA ]

This man has no sense of personal boundaries and will hug anyone, frequently without warning!

(Passing on 7, M/F for ships and OTA for gen and cast.]

(Passing on 7 and poor girl needs hugs! M/F for ships and canon through last season's crossover.)

[ no 7 ]

[ please no 7s ]

[ Okay, so maybe, just maybe, Jez is a little bit intoxicated right now. Just a bit. Somewhere around his twelfth shot of whiskey and mixed drink number seven (possibly not all alcohol, he should... check that), Jezeraæde had gone from 'I hate everyone and everything' to 'I am going to light this bar on fire' to 'Thank god I have at least one good friend'.

The latter being Cheonil, apparently.

Which means that, after he has flirted shamelessly with more or less everyone in the place, he finds Cheonil and, with a lot more grace than you would expect of someone of his lankiness and drunkenness, takes a running leap at the demon.

From behind.

Hey there, Cheonil, you have a very drunk and cuddling mage plastered to your back like a koala, face pressed into the curve of your neck somewhat awkwardly.

Regret your choices yet?]

You are my favourite, okay. Favourite being in this universe. The whole universe, maybe even all four that I've been too. [ The blond slides and lets his feet touch the floor, still wrapped around Cheonil's back, voice quiet.] Thank you.

...You're welcome.

[ Cheonil relaxes--look, someone flying at him from behind has not always ended well for him.

It's not that he regrets his choices, he's not sure what to do with this. People don't hug him. Well--people don't hug him just to hug him. He's been held with ulterior motives, he's pulled people close in the act of seduction but affection for its own sake? It's been ages. He's awkward.

And from the smell that accompanies Jez's heartfelt whispered words, he's drunk. ]

You could use some air, I think.

[ A long, even more awkward pause. ]

...You're not gonna walk, are you.

[ Giggling a little into Cheonil's skin, Jez tightens his grip momentarily before resting his head on the demon's shoulder. Being such a tactile person means that, more often than not, Jez is draped over people; in their personal space, laying on them, leaning. But hugging someone and meaning it?

That was something that he oddly enough did very, very rarely.

Pity it took him drinking to finally hug Cheonil, he was going to have to actually hug the demon again later. When he was sober. ]

Mmmm, or water. Both? Water air. Like mermaids.

[ There is another laugh, leaning more weight on the demon as he thinks about walking.] Mmm, nah. You can carry me. Drag me. Whatever. Mermaids are dicks, by the way. You guys have them here? Probably try to eat you. You are edible looking a lot of the time. Outside?

Goddamn right I look good enough to eat.

They had stories about mermaids where I grew up. Supposedly they were in the river and out at the ocean. I never checked.

[ By now he's dragged his affectionate friend over to the bar and acquired a large bottle of water, spreading his hands at the bartender's raised eyebrows.

Now to get him outside... ]

Jez, you don't get motion sickness, do you? Or puke from drinking too much?

In this case, not a compliment. I mean, it is, if I ate people I would eat you. Demons. Wait, still cannibalism? No, that's not what I meant-- shit.

[ Another huff against Cheonil's skin before he blinks and peers up at the bartender handing over the bottle of water. That makes him move to dig his chin into the shoulder beneath and grin, wide and bright, at the bartender.

He still doesn't move from being pressed to Cheonil though.]

Mmm, not really? I mean, don't think I have gotten motion sickness. Except for that one time but I was five and it doesn't count.

[ He moves and wraps an arm around Cheonil's stomach, fingertips drumming absently against the line of his hip. ] But really, mermaids are dicks, and you shouldn't look for them, not nice. Or pretty honestly, not really.

[ The bartender is making a valiant effort not to laugh at all of this. Cheonil isn't bothered, weathering all of this with faint amusement and a smile that says, what can I do, right? He raises the bottle of water in salute, and turns away, carrying his friend effortlessly. ]

Okay, good. Sometimes people heave when we come out the other side.

Hang on tight.

[ One moment they're indoors, walking away from the bar; the next they're out in the cool night air, up on its roof. ]

...I swear if you vomit right now I'm pitching you off the side.

[ Well you could just drop him at the bar and leave him there, because despite him mimicking a koala right now with his grip on you, it wouldn't be all that difficult to just pry the blond off. Though, maybe the only reason tht Jez has even bothered to plaster himself to Cheonil is because he knows that the demon won't do that, that despite everything, there is some kind of inkling of friendship there.

Not that either of them will really talk about it ever, but still.

The blond continues to mutter about eating Cheonil, in the most non-cannibalistic way (while also weighing the merits of said cannibalism) when the demon moves them. Jez cuts off mid-sentence and sways, hand around Cheonil going tighter for a moment as he blinks.]

Holy shit, that was cool.

[ Another few seconds of swaying before he leans into Cheonil. ]

Not gonna vomit, but might have to ask you how you do that without like-- [ He waves his hand. It makes total sense okok] Also, mean. You would not. I'm too pretty to die falling from a building.

I don't know how I do it. I just do it. The only other thing I know about it is sometimes when I bring people with me, they get sick.

[ It suggests to him there's some sort of motion involved somewhere along the way, maybe. Something that upsets some people's stomachs. But it happens so fast, he has no time to see. It wasn't something he had to study, he just innately knew how once he was turned. ]

I'll grant you're pretty enough to warrant a nonviolent death, but those take too long.

Water?

Mmm, that's 'cause humans are weird and can't handle shifting space, because--- I dunno actually.

[ But they are still weird, even if he technically is one himself. But he likes to think that he is more aware of things than most, and the fact that he used to do something similar might have something to do with it. Still, he needs to know how you do it.]

Well, you're gonna do it again. Later. With me, I will figure it out! And then you can kill me in whatever what, but gotta know first, okay?

[ There is another bright smile directed at Cheonil before he makes grabby hands at the water, still leaning mostly on the demon.] Yes please. I forgot that long island iced teas were so-- so not made of tea. But also so good.

[ He fumbles for a moment with the cap before he figures it out, taking a long drink of water. In the meantime, he sits himself down on the rooftop, tugging at Cheonil's arm to get him to sit with him. Standing was just way too much work right now. As soon as he is done taking his drink and Cheonil is sitting next to him, Jezeræde makes quick work of moving to more or less lay with is head in the other's lap.

Drunk Jez is all the more tactile it seems.]

I meant it though. Thanks.

[ It's not that Cheonil is opposed to physical contact--far from it, he loves it. He's just not always sure how to handle it when it's outside the context of seduction, or of gaining some advantage. When it's being offered for its own sake.

He doesn't move Jez off his lap. After a long moment, there's even some (only slightly awkward) hair stroking. ]

You've lost me a bit--thanks for which part? Not throwing you off the roof?

Well I mean yeah, I like that you didn't throw me off the roof, but also no.

[ There is a pause, the blond's eyes closing at the touch in his hair and maybe, just maybe, there is the faintest of honest smiles on his face at the touch too. He is constantly throwing himself at and on people, but this--

This is nice.

He keeps his eyes closed as he speaks.]

Mmm, more about being you. Thanks. And, you know, not being a raging dick like most people, kinda funny that but also not, and I am just sayin' if anyone tries exorcising you Imma light this fucking universe on fire okay. And you can tell 'em that.

...You're thanking me for being me? Usually that shit gets people trying to light my ass on fire, not gratitude.

[ The hair stroking grows less awkward, gains some warmth to it, like he's remembering how after a very long time.

It is nice.

It's weird, the turns his life has taken lately. Friends. People who seem to enjoy his company. People who care.

Maybe that prompts this small bit of reassurance: ]

I can't be exorcised, not the usual way. I'm still in my own body, so I can't just be kicked out of it. Don't worry about that.

Yeah well we already established people are dumb, so more proof.

[ There is a sliver of green as Jez peers up at Cheonil, smile curling warm on his face as he sticks out a tongue and tries to pretend that he isn't totally loving the hand in his hair.

The pleased little noises he makes without noticing might give him away though, but if you don't tell he won't.]

... that is good to know. But you should still warn 'em that I will burn shit. And I am very good at it too. Or sing at them for the rest of eternity, I will make that a fucking curse if I have to.

...Jez, you would light shit on fire without the slightest provocation. What the hell kind of threat is that?

[ Quickly: ]

Please don't sing. I'll take your word for it that it's a curse.

[ He keeps stroking Jez's hair, encouraged by that sound they're both not going to talk about. He starts catching locks of it between his fingers, tugging gently, letting them slowly slip through his fingers. ]

Right now you need the air and water but we should think about getting you to sleep sometime reasonably soon, too.

Um, that makes it a good one because you know that it is true, duh!

[ Don't give him that, there is a huff that is supposed to be indignant and not laughter but he falls a little short, before he turns his head a little and more or less presses into Cheonil's hand.]

Mmmm, good. Wouldn't want to make your ears bleed right now. But, a curse! I will do it. Find a way I don't even care.

[ The comment about sleep makes him slit his eyes open and make a noise of disapproval. Because sleep is for the weak and you can't make himmmmmm!.]

I think water and air is a good start, what is sleep? I mean, psh. This is good. I'm, uh, resting? And not singing. It's a win-win. Also, don't really... wanna go home yet. [ The last bit is mumbled, a little quieter and maybe harder to hear as he turns his face farther into Cheonil's lap because NOPE not talking about it, about the lingering, clawing sensation in his gut that spurred him into drinking. ]

[ Choenil may look human but he's far from it. Far above it, in so many ways. He needs less sleep, less food. He's stronger. Has a higher body temperature. Has more stamina, quicker reflexes, perfect vision.

...Better hearing. He heard that.

He looks down at Jez, eyebrows raised. ]

So you don't want to go to sleep and you don't want to go home.

...Want to go to Korea?

[ Yeah well, pretend you didn't u shit. He is fine. Everything is fine okay.

But he sure as hell isn't about to argue with that idea, about not going home (wants to bitterly talk about how he can't not really, but swallows it back with a snort). There is a pause where he stays with his face buried against Cheonil before he slowly turns to look up at him, amusement curling the corner of his lips.]

Sleep's for losers, duh. And... you know, I've never been to Korea. That... yeah, yeah I do want to go.

[ Someday, he's going to ask about all this. But this is clearly not the time.

Cheonil claps his shoulder, smiling. ]

Get your ass back up so you can hold on properly. I can't take you lying down like this--I don't know what the hell would happen if I lost my grip on you mid-transit.

[ No, let him wallow in his misery okay. He is good at it! Don't make him face his problems, okay, that is why there is alcohol.

With a huff and a lot less grace than normal, Jez attempts to wrangle his limbs into some semblance of sitting up. Mostly sitting up. He is still more or less in Cheonil's lap at this point, but at least he isn't laying in it. Grinning brightly, he boops the demon's nose with a snicker.]

Someone somewhere would be blessed with a very entertaining me, clearly. You'd be like Santa. But not.

[ Choenil doesn't quite manage to hold back an eyeroll. ]

I don't know how this shit works, remember? For all I know, I drop you mid-trip, you explode or land in Hell or something. I can't be responsible for that. I can't handle all the whining that would follow.

[ He gives Jez a gentle shove, coaxing him to his feet. Once they're both standing, he pulls his friend in close, hugging him tight.

--So he's safe, shut up. ]

Ready?

[ Don't even with him! His idea makes just as much sense as you dropping him and him landing in hell does. Wow. So don't mind him as he sighs heavily as he is hauled to his feet, wrapping around Cheonil and biting at his shoulder.

Because that is better than words, duh.

He gives a muffled affirmative around his mouthful of demon, squinting up at him in something that would be a smile. You know, if he wasn't still biting Cheonil's shoulder. ]

What the fuck--

[ You know what? Whatever, it's fine, teeth, okay, fine. Cheonil sighs, and, making sure he's got a good hold on Jez, moves them again. The crisp night air becomes warmer indoor air. When they pull apart they're standing in a very large room, exposed brick walls, daylight streaming in through a large picture window.

The house has an odd layout. The main floor, where they are, is mostly taken up by this living room. To one side is a large dressing room; to the other are two bedrooms. The kitchen and dining area are in a loft above this main room.

Cheonil gestures at the large black leather couch. ]

Make yourself at home. I'll get you some more water.

[ Jez just smiles around his mouthful of demon, eyes crinkling. He wasn't biting hard, not really, but he was compelled to bite the demon. He will later blame it entirely on alcohol and not even a little bit on weird quirks that he has buried deep down in his personality or something. Hey, maybe he has vampire blood in him or something.

The travel is just as easy as the first time, going from one place to another in a blink, and the mage takes a moment to orient himself. In doing so, he steps back from Cheonil, releasing him from whatever fucking weird hold he had on him with his teeth.]

Huh, this is nice. Really nice, a lot more modern than I would have expected honestly....

[ Don't ask him what he means by that, he doesn't know what he means either, just let him flop on the couch with a groan and snuggle into it.]

Let me guess: you were expecting Dracula's castle.

[ Or some cave on the side of a dark mountain, or a room on fire in Hell. He doesn't know what Jez was expecting. He doesn't know why he's even trying to figure it out.

He heads up the stairs to the loft; a minute later, a bottle of water comes sailing down from on high, bouncing on the couch before it rolls to a stop beside Jez. Cheonil's voice follows it: ]

You're welcome!

Wow, not even a little! Just more... um... burgundy actually. Not sure why, but totally pegged you for that kinda guy.

[ More mahogany too honestly, though he isn't sure why. It wasn't like Cheonil gravitated towards any of those kinds of things, he just-- maybe it was the luxury element. Not that he dislikes this at all, the couch is incredibly comfortable and honestly Jez doesn't really want to move from here for a while.

Until he nearly gets brained by a water bottle that is. Jez makes a strangled noise.]

Hey! That-- oh thanks, yesssss. Also, what kind of ritual do I need to do to get a couch like this, honest to fuck, so comfy. Bury me on your couch please.

The couch? Oh.

[ Cheonil's voice seems--seems--grave as he comes back down the stairs. ]

It's a very ancient ritual, actually. One that's been handed down since the start of civilization.

[ He settles on the couch, leaning in to whisper: ]

There's a guy over in Myeongdong. You go to his place of business. And you make a very specific exchange:

You give him money, and he gives you a couch.

[ ...Choenil, you obnoxious shit. ]

[ At the first sound of Cheonil actually telling him something important, Jezeræde sits up sharply (and regrets it a little bit because damn, the room is spinning like a top right about now) and focuses on the demon as he comes to sit nxt to him.

Really, he shouldn't at all be surprised by what he is actually told, but he is. Kinda.

There is a beat where he opens, then closes, his mouth before he groans and drops his head to Cheonil's shoulder, smacking him.]

You fucking shit. I should have expected that, but-- fuck. I mean-- ugh. [ Yup, just gonna shift around until he is laying on you instead of the couch, thanks there. And hey, he will even try not to spill water on you.

There is blissful silence for a moment, until:]

I like it though. It's-- it's really nice here.

[ Cheonil laughs--as much as he ever does, which is a small, low rumble of a chuckle somewhere deep in his chest, though his smile is bright. ]

You should've seen it coming, yeah.

[ After a moment, almost hesitant fingers find their way back into Jez's hair. ]

The building is heavily warded for safety and protection. That might be part of why you feel so comfortable.

...But it's home, to me. It has been for a long time. This place, in this city. I go all over but I always come back here.

[ please no 7s ]

[ooc: Probably not 7.]

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Late Hugs

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4+6. because i dont think the two of them can hug any other way tbh

PROBABLY NOT lmao

who has emotions? NOT THEM

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