( 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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[ 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.

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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.