( closed ) life like the unplumbed sea;

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WHO: Elysium & friends(?)
WHAT: This is now just a catch-all for everything
WHERE: Everywhere
WHEN: 2024
WARNINGS: Blanket warning for possible explorations of dark themes in general, please tread at your own risk. I will, however, endeavour to include specifics in headers if applicable.

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[ There's an echo in the back of his mind somewhere that maybe he should've tried to push it further. Or for longer. Or——both. Considering their proximity, it should be easy to see how Elysium's eyes flash with interest; but his restraint has only begun getting tested, and similarly, seeing another cave too soon too fast wasn't all that fun, either. ]

I'd like that, too. Unfortunate that the higherups didn't seem too pleased with me when I did, so here I am. [ Understatement of the century… ] But it isn't so bad, is it? I get to meet all manners of people. They get to visit me. This encounter might've not been what it was otherwise.

[ It's not like he'd moved that far away. At most, he'd slid his hand a span's worth back just to straighten himself out. So his gaze settles on the distance between their hands thoughtfully before it snaps back to Sampo. ]

We can't just let life pass us by, can we. [ An observation. ] It was nice meeting you tonight.

[lovebombing]

When you say it like that....maybe you are blessed. Someone's smiling down on ya.

[And he got to meet Sampo Koski. And Sampo Koski got to meet him.]

[He sees that gaze, his own following it, but - well, there's no need to step over the line so quick. Eager is one thing. To fall like this into someone is another. No, he'll take out the stage hook to tug himself off, now.]

[But not without a tease. He steps back. And then he plucks the man's hand off the table to press a gentlemanly kiss against the back of it.]

You're right. Anyways...it was a lovely time. Thank you, Elysium. To the next encounter.

[And he lets go, now fully extracting himself from behind the counter to the front. Only a smile and a grin and a wave, and he's waltzing off.]

[Something to remember him by.]

[For the next time.]

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[ He has no thoughts in particular when Sampo decides to take his hand. He only blinks, then——palpably freezes when he clues in on what Sampo's meant to do with this particular action. It's not the alcohol talking, but pure instinct telling him to yank it back.

For one. It puts his mouth awfully close to a cluster of black crystals present on the surface of his skin, just above his forearm. For two… it is the sort of out-of-pocket gesture he'd never experienced it before. Would he do it to someone else? Yeah. Has he probably done it to someone else? Yeah, too. But even he's self-aware enough to know that his personality is the exact deterrent from receiving such gestures. And that's fine. He really doesn't mind. He prefers to be the one rattling others.

…

He's wearing fingerless gloves, and yet, the kiss blazes through fabric. ]

… Well played. [ In releasing the breath he'd been holding in, the laughter it transitions into will be what accompanies Sampo out the door. One can imagine the future hair ruffle was his revenge… ] 'Til the next time, Koski. You're on.