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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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( m/f, open to canon, cross-canon, ocs. )

(OoC: Anything you wanna do with Usagi?)

[] Setsy would love to do something with Usagi. Any idea for a sl? []

(OoC: Maybe carrying and/or cuddling? Perhaps have it post-battle or something? I'm keen for either platonic or romantic!)

[] Maybe after a battle? []

(OoC: Yes, that would work. Should I start or did you have a starter in mind yourself?)

[]Please start us off.[]

Usagi let out a sigh as she tried to regain her balance. The enemy that tried to ambush her was tough, but Setsuna’s arrival made things a lot easier. Trying to get her balance, she looked over and smiled at her fellow Sailor.

“Thanks for showing up when you did...” she said, wobbling a bit.

"Dead Scream," came the whispered attack as it laid into the last of the new enemy's minion, dissipating them from the battlefield.

As the Soldier of Time and Space took in a moment to survey the scene before her, she could see her Princess and future queen standing among the dust and debris of the fight. Another glance around told her that Usagi had fought this alone as she had not seen any of the Inner Senshi lingering within. Her only surmise was that the others had taken the battle elsewhere and Usagi had been led here.

But for what reason? the Senshi of Time wondered.

Something did not make sense to her but then nothing lately ever did.

"Princess, are you all right?" She inquired moving toward her.

“Exhausted.” Usagi said. “Fell for a stupid trap getting separated from the others.” She shook her head. “I’m sorry to worry you.”

She staggered her way over to Setsuna. “There’s no one else here, right?”

There was a small shake of her head as Setsuna answered the inquiry, "Uranus and Neptune were detained tonight elsewhere. I am the only one here at the moment."

She took another step forward and offered her hand to her Princess.

"If you wish, lean on me," she replied with concern tinging her voice. She hated seeing Usagi overtaxing herself as she had been doing so with all these enemies. "I will lead you back to the others so that they may tend to any wounds you may have."

“Thank you, Pluto. I owe you.” Usagi said. Her gloved hand took Setsuna’s and closed around it as she rested herself on friend. Her blonde hair and soft uniform brushed against her arm as she leaned against her.

Setsuna gave her Princess a warm smile she only reserved for Usagi and Small Lady.

"You owe me nothing," she told her. "I am happy to serve and help you out, Princess. It is my duty."

There was a small pause as Setsuna took a moment to assess her princess.

"Do you know what they were after this time?"

“Not this time.” Usagi admitted. “They might be trying to... size us up?” She seemed uncertain on the wording. She’s sure Ami has the right word.

“They didn’t even try for the Silver Crystal. Maybe they didn’t know of it?”

It was such an odd battle...

How oddly interesting...

Setsuna found it odd that these new things were not interested in the crystal. Something wasn't right and perhaps she needed to probe the Time Lanes for answers. It may offer some answers to these sudden attacks.

"You said they lured you away," she probed for further information on the battle. "Explain how they did that."

The more information she could gain from their talk, the more she would be able to discuss this matter further with the other two Outer Senshi.

“They said they had a hostage. I had to go save them, but they nearly caught me when they did. Sharp claws, too.”

The ends of Usagi’s skirt and back ribbon were cut and frayed from where she barely dodged the attack.

“You’re thinking of something, aren’t you?”

Pluto nodded her head. "But I need to talk things with the others. I think they recently had an incident similar while they were out. The only thing was that they were not separated."

She paused for a moment to touch the brooch at her bow and powered down into her human clothes.

"I think it is best you don't let them separate you from the others again," she stated firmly. "No matter the situation. I will check with the Lanes to see exactly where they are coming from."

"Alright..." Usagi said, nodding. She did the same thing, touching her own brooch to power down. However doing so caused her to stumble just a bit, pressing herself against Setsuna.

"Ah, sorry...!" She said, clinging to her with her other arm.

There was a small fleeting glimpse of concern upon Setsuna's features before it was schooled once more into a stoic look. Something did not seem exactly right about the whole fight but Setsuna would not voice this to her young princess.

Placing an arm around her, Setsuna held her steady knowing the fight must have taken a lot more than she had previously thought.

"Lean against me," she ordered gently as she took slow steps in the direction of where she thought the Inners would still be at. "Once we see the others, I will see to it Mercury takes a look over your injuries."

[[ooc: Lilly is blind, so this can be very important to her.]]

[ chances are the two of you just got finished with some absurd plot set into motion by an umbrella-esque pharmaceutical company that resulted in you being assaulted by hordes of various undead creatures, mass destruction, and a rocket launcher. both of you can now feel free to take a breather and enjoy your post-mission ~~trauma~~ afterglow. ]

I'm really getting too old for this shit.

[Claire gives him what can only be called a rough pat on the shoulder.]

Well hey, look on the bright side - at least nothing fell on you this time. And we were only in the sewers maybe an hour as opposed to the entire night.

[Look at her over here, grinning and shit. How dare.]

No underground labs, either. [ leon sighs. ] Really moving up in the world.

[ he glances over and smiles, pausing. ]

Glad to see you made it out in one piece.

[At that Claire rests her hands against her hips, giving a long sigh that encompasses just how weary she feels. Or maybe both of them feel.]

Yeah, it looks like it. Not for lack of trying to become several pieces, of course.

Your eyesight's still there, at least.

[You know. Enough to catch a rocket launcher after helping her out of a tight spot. Good thing they're not keeping track of how many times they save one another's ass.]

Don't forget my hair, either.

[ he turns and smirks, the both of them joking while they avoid the obvious elephant in the room, the silence carrying for what seems like forever. ]

So... is this where you run off on me again?

[There are enough elephants in the room to fill a zoo.]

It wouldn't be our tradition if I stuck around, would it?

We've been playing this game for almost twenty years now. Maybe we can take a break.

[ he shrugs, arms out. ]

Just this once.

[Thanks for making her feel ancient, Leon. But maybe that's what makes her pause long enough to realize he's not wrong.

She shrugs, not unlike him.]

Now what?

[ he blinks. ]

Not sure, honestly. I didn't expect you to say yes.

Neither did I.

[There's some honesty. A moment passes before she decides to make her own small talk.]

Did you get hurt?

[ just your friendly neighborhood fox spirit informant. 18+ for shipping, gen always cool. ]

( [school age and adult. cross-canon welcome.] catch him off-guard and secret affection could indeed happen. :oooo )

[ ota for platonic affection! ]

( Want to try something? If so, any prefs on prompts or anything? )

[Lin... let's do it!! Lorenz can teach him how to dance like a proper noble or at least give it the ol' monastery try?? Or any of the ones that involve somebody getting hurt since they're a healer and a walking first aid kit... what do you think?]

[How did he let Lorenz talk him into this?

It might be rather late in the evening, and the lounge they were in might be empty, but Linhardt still felt uncomfortable and far from at ease. He never knew how to dance, and after spending those five years after the academy without any need arising, he didn't expect anyone to try to teach him during wartime.

But there were breaks between battles and people wanted to have fun when they survived and were victorious over their enemies. So... celebrations. Celebrations that would include dancing.

Apparently it was completely unseemly for a noble such as himself to still not know how to dance properly. Lorenz, therefore, seemed to decide he had no choice but to take matters into his own hands and teach Linhardt himself. Hence his current predicament.

Of course he tried to get out of it by claiming he was tired. When that didn't work, he said that Claude had a task for him. Of course, Claude himself happened to conveniently walk through the hallway at that point and disprove his assertion.

There were no more excuses. He was going to learn how to dance.]

I hope you realize this is pointless. I don't have any talent for dancing whatsoever.

[Celebration is important— reverie, relief, victory fanfare, whatever. Lorenz knows that wartime isn't ideal for many indulgences, but everyone needs some time to wind down eventually! Surely! And since Linhardt makes the critical mistake of telling him he can't dance, this is what they're doing now.

He might hve different ideas about what it means to "wind down" than most, but at least he isn't demanding exercise at this hour? Is that a plus? The plus, as he has insisted at least twice now, is learning this crucial noble skill from him, a very gifted and talented dancer.]

Ha! Not yet, you don't. Luckily you have me to guide you, the best dancer in the Alliance.

[Probably. Maybe. Have you seen his max charm?]

Regardless, I have already taken the drastic measure of moving the furniture, so there is no turning back now.

[He moved a coffee table for you, Linhardt. Get over here.]

[Even Linhardt has to concede that moving furniture is a pretty Big Deal. He would only bother doing such a thing if he was really serious about something.

So obviously there was no getting out of this now.]

All right, all right. I give in.

[He sighs, a bit dramatically, before stepping closer to Lorenz. Even if he doesn't know how to dance, he's certainly seen enough people do it to have an idea about the basics. Maybe.]

How do we start?

[Don't try to out-drama him, it won't happen. He is, at least, chipper for this late night hour, patiently waiting for Linhardt to get with it. So. Thanks for getting with it, bud.

He holds his hands out for Linhardt to give him his, so he can show him where they should be. Baby steps.]

Stand up straight, Linhardt. Imagine you have a ballroom full of eyes on you just waiting to be impressed!

[But also,] Give me your hands. I will lead first, then it will be your turn.

[He may not be able to out-drama Lorenz, but he can come pretty damn close.

At least he isn't being purposefully rude today. An argument doesn't sound particularly appealing just now, especially with Lorenz. He'd probably end up feeling scolded by the end.]

That... doesn't make me feel any better.

[That much attention isn't a good thing, as far as Linhardt is concerned. Still, he does straighten his posture, just to please Lorenz, and holds out his hands as well. But since he doesn't know what to do with them, his stance looks rather awkward.]

All right. Lead away.

[If they got into a contest of drama, it would last about two minutes before Claude reappeared to make fun of them for it; such is the law of the universe. It's better this way.

And, ah... he's awkward. It softens something in Lorenz to see that, to see more than just laziness contributing to Linhardt's reluctance to do this. Not that he's going to call it quits, not a chance, but he can tone down his own drama... Hmm.]

In a moment, [he says, taking Linhardt's hands to arrange them for a Perfect Noble Waltz, or, like, one held, one on his shoulder. Perfection.] Surely where to put your hands isn't that difficult to remember.

[He nudges Linhardt's feet a little into proper position, sliding his other hand around to the small of his back. Ah, hm. Now that he's gotten this far...]

It appears I have neglected the music, so we will have to be a trifle inauthentic. Please forgive my oversight.

[It's not that big a deal, and yet.]

[That would be what happened, wouldn't it? Sometimes Linhardt feels that Claude is magically attracted to these sorts of situations. It's maddening.

As for getting his hands and feet into proper position? Well, Lin can follow instructions well enough. His one hand settles and remains on Lorenz's shoulder with the other grasped together.

He can't help the slight blush that crosses his face, though, when he feels Lorenz's other hand rest at the small of his back. While Linhardt might have followed instructions, he's definitely standing more stiffly than he should.]

That's okay. Just please, don't ask me to sing.

[Oh, this is going to be embarrassing. How will he possibly learn enough by the coming celebration?]

Ah, another thing you would be wise to practice before we are all thrust into the spotlight!

[He is serious, this is a valuable noble skill, but-] Perhaps one day you will indulge me with another opportunity to teach you, but for now, let us keep time the old-fashioned way.

[Counting, that is. Get ready to count to three a lot with him, Linhardt. Lorenz glances down, checking their respective starting positions at a glance one last time before he stands straight once more and clears his throat seriously. Okay. It's time.]

Follow my footwork, [he suggests, and he will start slow, step by glacial step, rather than simply sweeping Linhardt into a whirlwind of fancy movement. One-two-three, one-two-three... He keeps an eye on Linhardt's face, which is totally not a little bit much this up close. Hm!]

I cannot help but notice you look unwell.

Learning to dance is one thing. I don't think there's anything to be done about my singing voice.

[He always hated singing in the cathedral. It was always best to just keep his voice as quiet as possible.

But now to focus on dancing.

To his credit, Linhardt does put effort into keeping up with Lorenz, doing his best to solidify each step in his memory. He certainly has a mind for memorization, even if he lacks the grace that's supposed to go along with an art like dancing. For Linhardt, it's more mechanical than elegant.

With his focus on each movement, he tries not to let his gaze linger back on Lorenz's for too long at a time. They are awfully close, but he shouldn't be noticing how handsome the other has grown over the past few years.

Surely such thoughts would be seen as deviant for a noble. He shouldn't hint at them.]

Maybe I look unwell when I'm trying to focus. It's possible.

[Lorenz moves as smoothly in a simple waltz as he does in battle, which for him really does mean practiced elegance, so rest assured - it's more obvious with every step just how well Linhardt is taking to this dancing thing. That is to say, not at all, and Lorenz can conceptualize things like, say, naturally not being a good dancer... but come on. Such stiffness is practically laughable!

Practically. Lorenz does not laugh, but he does scoff at Linhardt's, hm, defense? Is it really a defense...]

Now Linhardt, I have seen you focused on your work, and I would wager the only time you could look more content than that is when you've dozed off somewhere you shouldn't have for the dozenth time.

[He's had plenty of moments to pass by and shake his head at yet another catnap, and at some point along the way the irritation he initially felt upon seeing Linhardt dozing in the wrong place must have given way to a sort of fondness. It's kind of endearing, not that he could possibly admit that. Good gracious, no less than half a dozen of their friends would appear at once to ensure he never lived it down.

But anyway. He presses his hand just a smidgen more firmly against Linhardt's back to guide him into a turn, considering him.]

Could it be that what I said about the audience is bothering you? It is only the two of us here, as persistent as Claude would like us to think he is with his meddling.

I hadn't realized you were paying attention.

[So maybe Lorenz deserves a little teasing for his comments. And keeping up some semblance of a sense of humor helps with his terrible lack of skill. Linhardt knows he's only just starting to learn, but this feels truly pathetic compared to his teacher's easy grace.

Of course, his attempt to tease ends up fading into a deeper blush when that hand presses a bit harder against his back, and he feels like he might trip over his own feet when Lorenz leads him into that turn.

This is absurd. A foolish crush is distracting him, and he feels like he's back in school once more. At least nobody attempted to teach him to dance back then.]

I'm not bothered. I'm just a bit distracted by a few thoughts. Very un-noble-like ones, I'm sure. You wouldn't want to hear.

What can I say? I am blessed by my keen awareness of those around me.

[Dohoho.mp3... He is observant to the point of being critical, this is known, but in some areas he can certainly be— well, the opposite. Completely oblivious. To wit, he doesn't consider it all that suspect that Linhardt blushes every time Lorenz so much as shifts his hand a centimeter or so; he's a novice! This is novice behavior!

But, ah—]

It is... equally unlike a noble to pit my curiosity against my propriety, Linhardt. If you phrase it like that, it's only natural to be interested, is it not?

[Hmm! Give him a hint.]

Is it something you require help with?

If only I could be so blessed.

[He actually does manage a smile at that. Knowing what he knows, after all, and how completely oblivious Lorenz is to his true thoughts. Sometimes there is a level of amusement to keeping secrets.]

Help?

[Linhardt pauses, musing. Now he's a bit more focused on this issue than following the dance routine. He will fully embrace the excuse of being a clumsy novice.]

Actually... maybe. Could you explain to me the best way for a nobleman to express his romantic interest in another person?

[He'll just keep is very, very vague.]

Oh? Romantic advice?

[That's more serious than learning to dance! Not that Lorenz is giving up on leading, no; he can multitask, but his steps slow just slightly, while he thinks about this.

Well, step one: don't do anything he used to do at school... How embarrassing. Is he qualified to answer this question, actually? He still will, but oh boy.]

Well— be direct, but leave it open-ended, in the event that the other party is sadly not interested. [Life lessons he learned through many Professor lectures, take note.] Sending a letter is tried and true, if that's more to your tastes.

[One-two-three... turn... one-two-three...]

Above all else, be confident!

[Linhardt has no intention of writing a letter... that would probably be a disaster. But being direct but open-ended isn't bad advice, nor is confidence. Too bad he doesn't have much of that.

And while Linhardt isn't much of a trickster, not like Claude, he can still be a bit sneaky when he wants to be.]

Would you mind using me as an example? Tell me what you would say if you were asking me on a date, or to the ball, perhaps.

[After that, he turns some of his attention back to the dancing. While his stiff posture is still a problem, he's starting to get a better hang of the steps through sheer repetition.]

[No, write a letter, that's iconic... But ah! A demonstration, is that it? Lorenz hums, pursing his lips to consider his options while he moves through the steps on automatic. He ought to take his own advice, he thinks; after all, in the middle of wartime, he's done his best to conscientiously put a pin in finding the ideal marriage prospect...

Well, he's out of practice, that's all. But let no one say Lorenz Hellman Gloucester is a quitter, so!]

I would begin with a casual remark— 'Linhardt, my dear friend, you are looking as handsome as ever this evening!' To which you might generously concede that I, too, am immaculate as always—

[Haha! Jokes! Not really jokes. Ahem.]

And then without further dallying, I would inquire directly as to whether or not you would like to have dinner with me, privately, most particularly not in the dining hall.

[Or, as he leads them into another turn:] Or in the latter case, I might say something like, 'Someone as lovely as you deserves only the finest of escorts to the ball, and as it so happens, here I am!'

[Just remember that none of Lorenz's charm actually comes from his smooth lines.]

[What does Linhardt know about charm? Just about nothing. What he does know is that Lorenz's lines make him smile, amused, partly because of the self-compliments. Others might not like such comments, but he's doing his best not to chuckle.]

How kind of you to say, Lorenz. I accept your invitation.

[And he falls silent after that, fully intending to leave it there and see how the other man responds.

Meanwhile, he turns his focus a bit more on making sure his dancing is at least a little more acceptable. Slightly less stiff. Maybe he wants to impress a little after pulling that little stunt.

...He hopes Lorenz doesn't react too badly. At the worst he'll take it as a joke... right?]

[Lorenz chuckles and nods, as if to say yes, that's precisely how a gentleman should accept an invitation! And the shift in Linhardt's dancing is noticeable, so give him a moment to be quietly proud of that, his teaching skills—

And then another moment for Linhardt's words to sink in. Oh. Oh!]

Wh- mine? Really? That is to say, of course you would! But. Ah— Linhardt...

[One-two-turn... hmm,] Which invitation would that be? There were two.

[The silence in response worries him a little, but when Lorenz does reply, it's in a way that doesn't suggest anything like disgust.

In fact, he puts Linhardt off guard with his comment about two invitations. So there were! With that reminder, he answers readily.]

Either. Or both.

[Dinner together would be pleasant, and if Lorenz can consider the idea of attending a ball with another man, then that would be lovely as well. He won't hold it against him if he would rather do something private for the moment, however.]

I know I'm not the ideal companion for a large party, but with a few more dancing lessons, I can at least participate. [See? He's trying. A rare event.]

[Linhardt that is still a non-answer—]

Dinner first. [Dinner is simple, private; attending a ball together has implications beyond just the both of them being men. For all that it's... a little charming, the way Linhardt just tricked him into inviting him anywhere, there are social obligations he's not prepared to meet in the middle of this war with anyone, charm aside.

There's still time, besides.]

Dinner and another dancing lesson. And then, who knows! [...] I hadn't realized you'd... taken an interest.

[Like yeah, of course Lorenz Hellman Gloucester(tm) is a total catch, but not impressively attentive, actually... woops.]

[F/M for ships, OTA for platonic. Open to AUs, assumed CR, canon and crosscanon.]

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