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bakerstreet2019-08-13 09:43 pm
( affectionate physical contact )
the affectionate physical contact meme
you love spending time with your significant other. but sometimes, just "spending time" with him/her isn't enough. you need to have your hands on each other every now and then.
➝ post your character below, with your character's name and series in the subject.
➝ tag other people, using an rng with range 1-8 to roll a scenario.
➝ roll as many times as you want, play out whatever you want!
one; hugging. you just want to give your loved one a warm embrace. be it out of happiness, to comfort them while they're down, or just to give them something warm to latch onto, you just want to wrap your arms around them.
two; kissing. whether it's a peck on the cheek or a deep kiss, a kiss good-bye or a romantic kiss, you find yourself compelled to kiss the other person! be as tender or as passionate as you so choose.
three; holding hands. it's a simple gesture, really -- to reach out and take someone's hand. but that one simple gesture can convey any number of sentiments. what the sentiment is, is up to you, but you find yourself reaching out to take your significant other's hand.
four; carrying. is your loved one hurt and needs a lift? do they want a piggyback ride? or do you just want to spare them the effort of walking? whatever the reason, you're now itching to pick up your partner and carry them to their destination.
five; i love you. you've said it before or maybe you haven't but now you have to say it again or for the first time.
six; dancing. kick up the music, because it's time to dance! but no lone dancing allowed -- you need to have a partner! you can do whatever dance strikes your fancy. personally, i recommend the slow dance, but you can do whatever you want!
seven; massaging. did your significant other have a rough day? did they get hurt? or do you just feel like doing something really nice for them? whatever it is, you're giving them a nice massage now. they'll feel wonderful in no time!
eight; flirting. the easiest way to break the ice or maybe you're just an overly flirty person.
nine; cuddling. sometimes there's just no better feeling than curling up next to each other on a warm sofa. hold each other, lie next to each other, fall asleep on each other -- it's all good here.
ten; wild card! reroll, pick an option, or come up with something else!
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BUT ANYWAY. that's good to know re: GD!Dimitri, though i should've figured as much. sigh. why is he perpetually two steps from batshit, is2g....
anyhow yes!! i eagerly await the princely disaster to come. c: ]
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Where did you go off to I wonder, Your Princeliness.
[ It may be an evening of merriment and dancing but far be it for Claude von Riegan, schemer of schemes and devourer of all tidbits juicy and otherwise, to take a night off. After all, while the catering wisely doesn't meet the less wholesome aspects of nobles' expensive taste in wines from their own households, there is an air of ease and frivolity that's been sorely lacking in the weeks leading up. Kidnappings, lordly uprisings, bandits and monsters and Death Knights, oh my! No wonder all manner of lips are loosening up and dropping some interesting information here and there. Claude is quite grateful for a bit of gossip with politics on the side; any tiny sliver of advantage he can get.
That said, the movements of the last scion of House Blaiddyd are quite interesting, aren't they? Ah but Claude is the very soul of discretion, awaiting the prince's return to the reception hall just behind the entryway with his arms crossed and smiling lazily.
It isn't even like he's actually caught Dimitri in the act of something untoward, or whatever it is that the Fodlan nobles get worked up over. Hey, he gets it, sometimes you gotta go have some alone time with your teacher. ]
You wouldn't happen to have been investigating a certain monastery rumor with a certain Teach, were you? Come on, even if you don't believe in that stuff it's a pretty intriguing mystery to be leaving alone. I respect the entrepreneurial spirit!
oh man i need to icon up for pre-timeskip, oof. also sorry for the delay!
[ Just when Dimitri is most confident he’s escaped without further detection... ]
Claude.
[ What is he doing? How long has he been there? Granted, the Prince hasn’t been caught in any specific act, no. Yet, holding up the entire entryway with a single shoulder, arms coolly folded, Claude wears the expression of a cat having freshly downed a feathered snack. Just what does he think he’s stumbled upon, specifically?
Well, regardless, he’ll receive a motion of ‘this-is-Dimitri’s-attempt-at-casual’ headshake, and a gently-voiced: ] It’s nothing of the sort, I assure you.
[ While his words are proper and tone cool, Dimitri won’t be winning any Oscars any time soon, with a performance like this. ]
I’m ill-suited for these types of affairs, so I retreated outside to get some fresh air. [ “Retreated”, indeed -- white flag included. Even one more dance would be too much.
Now it’s his turn to fold his arms. ] Last I saw you, you seemed perfectly at-home in that atmosphere. In fact, I’m surprised to see you managed to step away.
no worries, it is an absolute wasteland trying to find icons of any stripe tbh
Claude seemingly accepts this with a musical, lilting hmm and pushes off the wall, everything else about his body language broadcasting that he is indulging Dimitri's deflection for whatever reason. Probably because he's handsome, probably because he'll give away more in spite of himself before the night is out. ]
Who, me? Ah this lot wants to get rid of anyone that doesn't fit into their little boxes just so. I think one of those criteria happens to be knowing how to dance like a Fodlanic noble, so only Teach was willing to meet me in the middle out on the dance floor.
[ He paused, tapping his chin for show. ]
Y'know, Petra too. I dunno what the nobility though of Brigid dances but I, for one, was having a fantastic time.
yeah i've been having to upload from my switch to my fb and make them myself and uuuuugh i'm so lazy
But, all that aside, because that’s all exposition entirely not relevant to why Claude is here now, outside, greeting him with unconvinced, if melodic, hums of an interest still exceedingly piqued. ]
If you were enjoying yourself so thoroughly despite it all, then why are you here now?
[ One of his hands moves briefly in gesture, palm-up. ]
Your timing is rather poor if you’ve come to ask me for a dance lesson.
[ Just look at that -- the Prince fancies himself somewhat cheeky tonight, apparently. Or at least, that’s his attempt at a bit of witty repartee. Obviously, no one is going to quite match up to Claude in that area, but. Hey, it’s a good effort, isn’t it? ]
it me!!
Claude spreads his arms as though the meaning of his presence outside the Reception Hall was obvious, knowing of course that it isn't. Nobles sure are exhausting but the benefit of Dimitri versus someone like, say, Lorenz is that Dimitri is at least pretending like he wants to integrate like a student rather than a future ruler. Is he successful at it? The jury's still out on that one.
Buuut it does create a sort of self-imposed obligation towards his fellow student and isn't that lucky for Claude? ]
In fact... say Mr. Future King, I think you're the only one I haven't danced with tonight.
[ Is he telling the truth? Who knows, but maybe Dimitri should be a tiny bit afraid of the solicitous note in his voice. ]
just insert dimishock.jpg here until i stop being lazy lol
It is perhaps that first demonstrative spread of arms that signals this tide -- one he’d thought he’d turned already -- has come to bowl him over. How ironic it is, then, that with that comment, Claude would still be the deer, but Dimitri would find himself much the same -- except, in headlights. Or at least, that’s the impression one might glean from the widening of his eyes.
Honestly, look at him -- that’s the face of a man who swung first without expecting his challenger to ante up, and now knows what’s coming. So, as any wise, cornered man would, he treads lightly: ]
Is that so?
[ There’s really no question mark on the end of it, either -- just a flat, blank statement, slipped in as a placeholder; a replacement for silence.
Claude was the very definition of “give an inch, take a mile” brought to life in spectacularly-handsome human form. If Dimitri could not know his adversary, (highly unlikely), then at least he understood the minefield within which he stands presently, and kept his response to just that. Trouble had already found him; no need to invite it to teatime, no matter how perfect it might wind up being. ]
pikachu shocked face? :3 apologies for the wait, I'm a travesty
[ Oh Dimitri. Did he really think that Claude would open with a volley meant to knock him off balance if he didn't have a follow-up? It would be bad strategy to only lean on one strength without playing to another, and that's how Claude really gave him a run for his money at the Battle of the Eagle and the Lion, did he not? And that was fun while it lasted but this is pretty good sport, too.
Look at this face, prince. This is the face of the cat who's about to get the cream and Dimitri's poor gentlemanly innocence won't serve him well in these purposefully murked-up waters that Claude quite likes to lurk in. And without the propriety of being a woman who is asking a man out onto the dance floor, Claude clearly enjoys poking and prodding to see which vulnerabilities might lead to his fellow house leader's capitulation. For his own betterment, of course.
Claude's hand goes to his cocked hip, his cajoling tone pitched for (polite) instigation all in the name of some harmless fun. ]
What do you say? If it wasn't below Ferdinand von Aegir's station to put on his dancing shoes you sure could stand to loosen up a bit, dontcha think? Consider it an invitation to "strengthening diplomatic ties."
more or less, yeah xD and no worries! i backtag forever.
”Diplomacy”.
Oof, he just had to throw in that bit, didn’t he? It all-but seals the deal by itself without need for anything further, soundly giving the victory over to House Riegan, as where otherwise the prince may very well have deigned to fight on a little longer. But now? This is a decisive win. ]
If you put it that way... [ Dimitri has to remind himself that it’s poor (sportsmanship? This feels a bit too much like a game of wits he’s lost), form to sigh, or otherwise drag his heels here. This is for diplomacy now -- and no future King of Faerghus worth half his salt turns down an opportunity to be diplomatic with his allies. ]
I suppose I cannot refuse your offer in good conscience.
[ So here comes the bow, rigid and stiff and practiced as ever, one arm over his chest and the other at his side. But... what in the goddess’ name does he do, here? Normally, he’d approach to the side and offer the crook of an arm for a lady to place her hand, just as he’d been taught as a child; except... well, there are some clear differences, here. Enough to blow Dimitri out of the water and leave him flopping pathetically on the metaphorical sandy beach. ]
same
[ And as though reading his poor beleaguered mind struggling with things like propriety and all that stuff that doesn't matter Claude makes the decision for him, hooking his arm up through Dimitri's while radiating smug satisfaction with the outcome of their little skirmish. To the victor go the spoils!
He knows that they aren't the head of their respective realms yet, right? Frankly speaking it bodes well for future negotiations with the Holy Kingdom.
Ah but he isn't here to rub it into his princely face - it's a really nice face for one, so it'd be a shame if anything untoward happened to it - so let that conscience be at ease while Claude strolls beside/drags Dimitri into the Reception Hall with the bulletproof confidence of the unapologetically degenerate. ]
So you more of a follower or a leader? It'd surprise you how many of the guys are not what you'd expect them to be. Personally I'm fine with switching, even with one of the lovely ladies - Edelgard, for instance, gets real forceful.
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Great. Perfect. Just lovely.
Though he supposes that if it aids future negotiations or allegiances even in the slightest, a -- as in one, singular -- dance with Claude von Riegan is a trifle of a penance. He’s clearly well-rehearsed, as his commentary implies; doesn’t mind switching roles; and, in terms of aesthetics, Dimitri could do far, far worse for a partner. Much worse. So the stroll in is in fact more of a stroll than a drag, with even a note of conversation offered beforehand -- a morsel of information someone as, shall we say “inquisitive”?, as Claude will certainly gobble right down, at that. ]
Perhaps it will come as a surprise to you to learn that she is who taught me to dance.
[ Forcefully, he means. Berating for his missteps and failures not sold separately. But he’ll omit that part. Goddess knows, if it’s information at all of merit to have, it will be asked for. At least once, before matters are escalated, so to speak. ]
Thus, I’m afraid I’m better suited toward leading, if that isn’t a problem.
[ But here in the meanwhile, esteemed faculty and colleagues, make way for this fairly odd couple -- one who wears an expression daring others to “eat it”, (whatever “it” is), and the other who, well... is doing his best, one might say. Listen, he just came here to have a good time, and he’s feeling so attacked right now. ]