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Sign language comes naturally to Rei, practiced and perfected until each motion is as intrinsic as breathing, a form of communication often as concise as it is beautiful. He thinks it's a shame it isn't more widely utilized; as verbose as he tends to be, the constraints make for an interesting challenge if he wishes to maintain his theatrical flair.
This isn't sign language, and truthfully, isn't even all that similar. Just the same, it excites him-- as do all things secret, coded, and guarded. There is an allure to the puzzle that he simply can't deny… even when they're as plainly spelled out as this. And maybe it's better that way, he thinks; maybe it's best for the veil of secrecy to remain just that when it comes to matters such as these. Shading, but not a true cover.
He starts with a light tap to Koga's nose with his index finger, flashing a grin despite himself. "You're so cute," it says, and he can imagine performing the very same motion on a child, or perhaps a puppy, tail wagging in excitement at the brief spark of attention. Koga, of course, is neither… but it's difficult not to laugh to himself at how apt the image truly is. He likes to think he's got a good grasp on his unitmate's reactions, and expects this silent statement to speak for itself.
He moves on, a glint of mischief in his ruby eyes as he slowly drags a hand down Koga's side, over his waist. Possessiveness, apparently-- a difficult sentiment for him to spit out in earnest, but one that builds behind his lips nevertheless. There has never been an inherent danger of Koga straying from his side. Not even when he would have preferred it. But Rei has always been poised to sink his fangs into those things he claims, so to speak. To call someone his own is to accept a desire within him he has known as monstrous and terrifying-- a fire he has always been afraid will consume everything he has ever dared to love.
And, as he considers the concept of love, his touch reverses direction. (If his pinky lingers on Koga's hip beforehand, a spot that indicates interest in this little game, it most certainly isn't unfitting.) He trails his fingertips up, leisurely in their journey, until they curl into a fist against the other's chest, settled just above his heart. This is a message full of intent, eyes wide open. "I love you." There's meaning in the taking, Rei has come to realize. To offer one's heart is an entirely different matter altogether from accepting another's, and to hold Koga's is more of a treasure than even he can put to words. But maybe there's meaning in the gesture-- a message in the taking, words without words nestled safely in his grasp.
touch my muse! tell me how you feel with your touch!
This little game plays in the silence of a calm room. Not one's average game to play while in another's company, but one to be open without the necessary words singing from vocals. When one wishes to keep it's between two people without others typically understanding to ruin the sweet secrecy.
It certainly holds no similarity to the intricate language of silence where eyes pull together an understanding of each symbol mimed by hands. Even Koga's gotten better at reading the language over the years. Though, this moment hangs between the two of them and no one else. The silence he finds to be a tad bit uncomfortable. As a man with a loud mouth and rowdy manners, it proves difficult to stay quiet on his end. But to this eccentric man stationed before him? It's a piece of cake.
Scrunch up of his facial features shows a small grimace, yet he sometimes continues to hold his silence prominently. That twinkling playfulness he never gets away from. Small tap against the tip of his nose causes the guitarist to slightly recoil back. A surprise to start this game off with. Cute?! He's supposed to be cool and awesome! A master of his abilities! Jaw briefly parts as if to yowl back in retaliation, yet he stays silent ultimately. Why? Because Rei's already moved the game onto the next step.
Lips scowl in almost a pout while golden honey orbs watch carefully to those crimson ruby hues. A huff. Eventually they won't get away with calling him cute! Well... being cute might not to be too horrible... Could be worse. He allowed his thoughts to divert from the situation that he forgot to pay attention to where lithe digits travel. The sensation of touch upon his waistline causes Koga to jump a tad. Muscles tense in the shock.
To caress an area that signifies a level of possessiveness. Not a possession in a manner of objectifying, but a place of belonging. Koga never once devised to slip away from the raven-haired man. A level of devotion stored so deeply within himself that blossomed into innocence and love. Capable of handling whatever bullshit spewed from this man's lips. Whatever actions shoved their way toward him. Sure, the man he once thought of as his God no longer lived, but he needed none of that.
The pain and suffering they both witnessed and sank into themselves lives on in the past as they strive forward together. They are both human and alive. Eventually -- sometimes one cannot help allowing their desire to possess boil over. Nevertheless, Rei let so much go after that one year, so for them to admit this possession... A carnal desire? A wish? Yes... deep within himself he wants to be possessed by these alluring eyes and vocals dripping so sensually to coil and squeeze around him.
Is it okay for him to want this to? Can he be honest enough about it? The last thing Koga ever wants is to build distance between the both of them again... It's scary -- the idea of abandonment -- yet he faces the older head on without flinching. Sink fangs in as far as possible to the bone and allow it in return.
Still, Koga cannot hold back the tiny squeak when that soft finger pad hovers at the hip. A small sensitivity in his nerves acting up. The guitarist almost swats the man's hand away at that point. Not even like they brushed hand against him at a multitude of points. It's been a whole TWO so far. It still tickles, nonetheless. Teeth grind gentle together. The hell do they mean by interest?! Interest in what?! So vague in so many ways that his mind could easily begin to think -- More and more embarrassing the longer he stays quiet at this point!
At last... that wandering hand comes to a final halt. Softly pressed against his chest. Gentle heartbeat pounding beneath ribcage just beneath the area that hand rests. All other emotions drain out of his features. Something Koga brought up multiple times over, yet never once expecting such in return. Though the words not spoken. The emotion presented in a touch of this little game. Genuine with no malice. Fingers quiver at his sides as said heartrate begins to pound harder.
As long as he could stay by their side... be on stage with them... that's all he ever needed. Never once asked for a return of his emotions. Perhaps why nothing came to light prior. Can he... can he truly begin to feel this happy? Thoughts buzzing wildly. For two hearts to exchange in equal measure. A treasure worth far more than the depth of the very words.
No. They need not tell him in words, as actions speak far louder than any words ever could. Bubble up of emotions -- he almost could cry, but fuck that -- that's not very rock'n'roll at all! After a moment of eyes unwilling to tear away from the man in front of him, the younger lets his eyelids close tightly with a drop of his head. Lips curl ( a smile? ). His thoughts couldn't forget the playfulness in their first gesture, the heat in their second, the tease in their lingering third, and the raw emotion laid bare in the final gesture.
Maybe he's taking it a little too seriously, or maybe this is just as strong as he believes it to be. This meaning he hopes to interpret correctly from Rei. No vocalizations. Only a message seeped behind the touch in a silent language. After a brief period of doing absolutely nothing. Stay calm, stay calm, ya dumbass, now's not the time to be uncool. Slow inhale, slow exhale.
Reaching out with a single hand, he thrusts it against Rei without thinking about the exact amount of force he has behind the action. With his knuckles, hand in a fist, pushing against their chest in turn, he practically fist bumps in generally the same spot above their heart. He's far too out of it, as if steam comes out of his ears, to return much else in this little game.
His imaginary tail wags behind him, clearly that puppy happy to be given this attention by Rei, just like imagined. [I love you too, Sakuma-senpai]
#bloodymoonxvampire#( the lone wolf ) ic#( the lone wolf ) ask#long post.tw#i honestly hadnt planned to be able to answer this tonight.#but here we are... & this got long
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So... it's time already.
Every now and then, Kaname was keenly aware of time's passage without him, how left behind he felt if he really stopped to think about it. Jun's birthday... had he even celebrated it before? Fresher in his mind than it would have been for anyone else, even he couldn't recall. Probably not, he supposed-- or if he did, it wouldn't have been anything meaningful.
Meaningful. That word was the ticket, wasn't it? Because somehow, against all odds, Jun was still here-- and Jun had given him a gift for his birthday, which was well worth repaying. Nevermind the fact that owing debts made him queasy, this was a bond that he truly wanted to hold onto. If they were going to be friends, well-- friends were present for one another's birthday.
He'd never been any good at selecting gifts, though. To him, a good gift was something needed; something wanted was not entirely necessary. Regardless, he didn't know either of these-- what Jun wanted, or what Jun needed. He'd had about a month to think it over, and had opted to fall back on an old classic: a shirt. But this wasn't just any shirt. Oh, no. There was a matching shirt he thought might fit Mary, and though he'd wondered if he should also add another shirt for Mary's other parent, he figured it was something better fixed later.
He wasn't sure if it would even be well received.
Nevertheless, the sparkly purple bag was packed, with each shirt folded painstakingly for perfection and tucked beneath obscuring tissue paper, and held tightly with both hands. (He'd hate to drop it-- sometimes, just sometimes, his grip failed him, his nerves permanently throttled. It was such a little thing to live around, but it was a reminder he could never live down all the same.)
He reminded himself to take a deep breath before standing before Jun, because he didn't want to look as nervous as Jun had meeting him for his birthday. He didn't want to look as nervous as he felt. A part of him really couldn't handle it if Jun hated the gift, but it couldn't be helped. Or... or... could it be that Mary hated shirts?
No more thinking! Just do it already!
And that's just what he did, significantly less keyed up by the time he actually approached Jun, thrusting the bag out without much prelude. In fact, he even managed a smile, despite the whirlwind of butterflies in his chest. The time spent together would be worth the outcome, whatever happened.
❝Happy birthday, Sazanami. I hope you didn't think I'd forget. Now we're even.❞
He should be accustomed to Kaname simply thrusting stuff in front of him without prior warning at this point. It's occurred enough times at this point to be classified as a part of them. It's fine. He's not in any way bothered by the act itself. Even before taking the offered purple bag, his eyes station upon Kaname's features. It has not been that long, but... there's a warmth within his chest seeing the other's face and knowing they can properly celebrate birthdays.
Yes, this is indeed what friends do. By no means a matter of obligations.
While some might feel themselves a bit perturbed the final statement, instead Jun proceeds to find a chuckle out of it. Shutting of lids while incapable of holding the emotion back. Hands at last reach out to grab the bag out of their grip. "You didn't need to consider it a matter of getting even. You act like it's an obligation to purchase a gift in return, but I appreciate the sentiment all the same, Tojo-kun."
Allowing the chuckles to subside, Jun shifts his attention down to the bag in hand. Nothing too significant, similar to his own present for his companion. Opening it up, he removes the sheets of tissue paper used to hinder anyone's ability from taking a prior peek before the necessary moment. No harm in permitting Kaname to await on his reaction to the gift in question.
A silence befalls the hyena when finally able to allow sights to befall the purchased present. A shirt -- or no, two shirts to be precise. The larger one nestled beneath the smaller one. Significantly smaller for that matter, a size typically seen only in small infant or... a small dog. Eyelids widen in his own surprise.
He never anticipated the joint gift. Mary's presence a significant warmth in his life since allowing himself at last to properly bond with the small Yorkshire Terrier. Hiyori has dressed the small girl up on multiple occasions, so a shirt no different. ( I'm not certain how Ohii-san will officially react considering he's not a part of this gift, but that's a matter I'll deal with when it comes up ).
The design for their shirts rather stylish in comparison to something on the more basic spectrum of simple tee. In a way, the gift itself rather... cute. He'd rather not be found as cute, but no doubt that certain other prefers things cute. Lifting his gaze back up to Kaname, Jun returns warmth in smiles. "I hadn't expected extra for Mary as well, but I'm certain she'll be happy in it too! I'll make sure the first time we're able to wear them that I'll send you a picture. Or... we can meet you in person that day! She loves being spoiled as well."
#memoriastellarum#( the wild hyena ) ic#( the wild hyena ) ask#only jun gets to match with mary this time#long post.tw
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Also one from Souma. I want the K
Send 'I want the K' for a random generated kiss!
6: Gentle Peck
Koga sits cross-legged on the ground while Souma busies with feeding the fish in the tank. It wasn't often he came by their club -- or more like, this happens to be his one time in a blue moon. Frankly, he's not entirely interested in the sea creatures, but he's aware how great they taste when cooked. Still, this is his unitmate's precious friend and someone he gets along with relatively well.
Though, he was bored considering everyone else's busy schedules as of late, but he knew he could bother Souma. Still, their attention to details and need to focus on this work annoys him just a bit. For sure, it makes sense -- nothing against feeding the living beings. He gets it. After all, he makes sure to take proper care of Leon every day, so too must Souma take care of the fish.
But he especially took the time out of him being alone in the band room practicing to give Souma his one-of-a-kind special treatment of attention! They should pay attention to him. ( Just a bit backward, but he disregards those details ).
Only for a moment, he rests his elbow against his knee to prop his head up, staring at the other boy's back side. Expression a tad on the grumpy side with the release of a short huff. How can he get Souma's attention? He's getting tired of this... What would Adonis do in this situation? Koga contemplates it over. Yelling? He could bark up a storm, yet Souma already warned him in their typical manner to not cause a ruckus.
An important place to them, eh? He gets that.
A thought pops up in the back of his mind. It's a bold choice, yet it seems like the sort of action their other companion might take. Or no... it's a bit bold a brazen, huh? Standing up, Koga strolls over to where the purple-haired boy stands. Head peeks around their shoulder to see what they're up to. The wolf awaits a moment for the samurai to cease feeding before making his move.
Slipping around to better place himself in their line of sight, he leans in to bring their faces in close proximity. The momentum keeps itself going entirely on purpose in this moment in time. Expression on the outside entirely calm yet the thought inside calls himself a crazy fool. Koga pushes his lips against the other's to catch them in a small kiss. For someone as rough as he tends to be, the action itself comes off as soft and gentle.
Just a small peck to gain their attention. The wolf leans back just enough away from them to put some space between, almost anticipating the raise of a sword out of nowhere. This is Souma he's dealing with, even for... whatever he could classify their bond as. "C'mon, Zaki, don't ya think it's 'bout time ya stop just starin' at the fish. I get they need fed 'n' all, but ya can only do that so much for them, just like dogs! Overfeedin' 'em ain't healthy. So c'mon, I'm gettin' bored. Let's go practice somewhere! That's far more entertainin'!"
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I want the K
Send 'I want the K' for a random generated kiss!
11. Collarbone Kiss!
The wolf leans into the vampire, cornering the older in place as a means of no escape. Not that Koga knew whether Rei would attempt some type of ruse to get away from him or not. Not so significantly anymore in comparison to year prior. Hands rest against their shoulders as he stares straight away toward their neck -- rather than up at the face.
An internal struggle with himself whether to admit what thoughts crossed his mind or not. Now wasn't the time before the vampire decides to be cryptic in some bizarre way he's not in the mood for at the present time.
It's not that he wants to bite them. Sure, he could -- a 'payback' of sorts -- ok, not really payback, but he still could. Gaze snaps toward the doorway momentarily, feeling the rush of heat with the pounding of his heart. Though, he's not about to drag this out longer than necessary. He can be forward! Open! Engaging! Sitting back is boring and not entertaining in the slightest, not rock'n'roll at all.
Hand slips over toward the side of the taller's neck to hook his thumb beneath the collar of Rei's shirt and tug the fabric out of the way. To some the first thought might be aiming for the neck, especially considering his incapability to look into striking red eyes staring down at him. Or -- he assumes they're looking at him due to the sensation washing over him.
Call him impulsive, which he tends to be. Their time alone with no one else around to be of disturbance.
Head dips inward as Koga grips tighter to their shirt and yanks it farther away from being a nuisance to him at present. Part of his jaw just enough so to press his lips over the shape of the vampire's collarbone. The wolf gently sucks the layer of skin into his mouth as teeth graze against it. Thought to bite again builds in his mind, but he holds himself back.
Each breath a soft billow from his nostrils while mouth preoccupied. After what felt like a minute ( maybe just a few seconds honestly ), the guitarist releases his hold on the spot before getting a bit ahead of himself and pressing once again into another kiss upon their collarbone.
Again -- and a fourth time after -- each one in a different spot upon the layer of skin over the bone in succession, the excitement oozing out of him with each one even if he attempts to contain it. Koga... hadn't exactly thought the situation through, so once he pauses at last, he's not entirely certain what to do next... Grip releases hold on their shirt, and he finds himself mentally in a predicament... So, being himself and attempting to come off as unperturbed, hands move to his hips with an upturn of his head. Eyelids shut only after briefly catching Rei's gaze. "Consider this my special treatment, Sakuma-senpai! I hope it helps to relieve some stress!"
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