( affectionate physical contact. )

[oakensocks]

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!

Comments

[hotproblems]

[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.

[sleepyscholar]

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.

[hotproblems]

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?

[sleepyscholar]

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.]

[hotproblems]

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!

[sleepyscholar]

[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.]

[hotproblems]

[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.]

[sleepyscholar]

[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?]

[hotproblems]

[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.

[sleepyscholar]

[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.]

[hotproblems]

[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.]