( 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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[lovebombing]

[Maybe this is just how its always going to be. A dance of the sun and sea. A waltz, even, in triple time, trying to ignore the dance of a dream. Sampo steps forward, Elysium steps back. Elysium steps forward, Sampo steps back. And so on. And so forth.]

["There's plenty of fun to be had" he says. He doesn't think that's true. This is painful in its own way. There would be only pain to follow. He wonders if he knows that.]

[Elysium grasps him by the face, brushes over his lip. He opens his mouth, naturally. Its all so within their roles. None of that pesky extra stuff, buried in another time.]

[He smiles, but he's tired.]

[He's really just...tired. But even he can play a role, in any setting. Sampo turns his face ever to slightly to kiss the man's thumb.]

Mm. It was fun. You really know....how to put on a production to pull the whole world in.

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[ Pain is easy so long as it's predictable. You get used to it and it acclimates to your daily life. At least, it'd be a constant compared to what they have now, a different pain entirely that Elysium's never quite had to navigate before.

… And the whole world of his audience of one, was it? But then, Elysium would want a lot more than just a production. But if such a production is what Sampo wants— ]

What high praise for someone who's supposedly not even all that handsome.

[ —then, an entire production is what Sampo will get as Elysium reciprocates Sampo's hint of a kiss far more tangibly, pressing his thumb firm against his lips with a smile. Continuing on with the momentum, his eyes droop—he takes advantage of Sampo's parted mouth to slip his thumb in to its first joint, further dragging it open ever so slightly. ]

Why is it that you don't sound terribly confident, though? Need a reminder, perhaps?

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[Elysium's thumb pulls into his mouth, tugging an unnatural grin with the way it forces it. He misses those fangs, suddenly. Was he even venomous, back then?]

[What a production. His hands itch at his sides. Even through farces like this, there's still a grating desire that gnaws like an empty stomach. He pulls his mouth away so he can say his words clearly.]

You may be growing on me. [A laugh, masking a vague sense of annoyance. Part of him wishes to diverge from the script. His finger moves to slide a little against the man's chest.] If you wish to give it...then do it. Don't be a coward. This roguish heart can't stand a wishy-washy sort of fella.

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[ tmw it was barely over a month ago when sampo had been calling him the most attractive person he'd known… what is the truth here.

jk. no one needs to touch that with a ten foot pole. But Elysium watches blankly as Sampo's traces a line against his chest. Sliced open, it'd reveal the heavy thrum of his heart, the urge to shiver and swallow held back by how both their ceiling and floor threaten to cave on top and under them.

They're in the middle of a heatwave, and yet—he can't help but feel cold. It's funny, too, how he instinctively returns the laugh over trying to catch his breath properly. ]

The day I give you your drink, then. It deserves nothing less than my full attention, when we're well past our work and whatever else they have in store for us. [ 'Sampo' deserves nothing less for successfully pulling the rug from under him. ] … Surely, your roguish heart can agree with that?

[ … said markedly weaker, because he isn't any less tired than he was moments ago. He isn't as infallible as he'd like to pretend he is, as he's shown many times before. If there isn't an opportunity to slow, then… he'll just have to make the opportunity himself, batting away Sampo's hand, first. Both hands on Sampo's waist, he slides them under Sampo's arms and wraps them around his torso, pulling him close before burying his face in the crook of his neck.



look

if Sampo's allowed to do it, so is he…… like everything else, he has no one to blame for this aside from himself ]

… I'd rather keep you around than not. Don't get me wrong. Hehe. I'm no coward. Just giving myself another thing to look forward to while I'm at it.

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[Can he agree with that?]

[He can't answer. The words are stifled by the man's movement. At once, he feels a shiver and a thrum of heat all at once, course anywhere, everywhere. He stiffens, eyes wide, part of him thinking that maybe, just maybe, this whole thing will wash always into a dream once more, like its always been biding its time like a predator.]

[Nothing like this happens. Elysium's face is against him, his arms embracing him.]

[Sampo's eyes flit downward. His hands hover.]

....You'd keep me around, then?

[Would he? Could he?]

[Sampo heaves a sigh, before his own hands, as if unbidden, wander to embrace the man in turn.]

I want that day to happen sooner rather than later, y'know.

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You have as much of a choice to stay or leave.

[ As he always has. But there's a certain finality to it, missing most of his usual irreverence. What does it mean? It's a mystery. Sampo probably feels the shrug well before he sees it from his periphery. They could exchange as many words and gestures as they'd like, but who knows, really, where they're headed to? Where they aren't headed to?

Smapo wants the day to happen sooner than later—meanwhile, Elysium would very much like it if

the day never came, actually, emphasised by how entirely wrong their limbs feel against one another, as if the gulf between them has continued to persist despite themselves. If he were to hold on tighter, would it eventually disappear? Probably not. Definitely not. He doesn't try, and instead, opts to extract himself with a laugh. Yeah. The embrace ends as soon as it begins.

That's one way to make it go away. ]

… Talk about impatient.

[ pat pat of his palm on Sampo's cheek, and then he's looking on over his shoulder to the door. ]

But me too, man. It's been a long time coming. Permission to get to work now? [ He turns back to flash a smile. ] Keep this up, and it might never happen if they decide to ground us for skirting our duties. Wouldn't want that.

[ truly……… ]

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[Elysium pulls away. He might be the sea, but Elysium sure wants to take the turn of the tide here, receding from his grasp. Taking a leaf from his book here, huh? When the going gets tough, leave.]

[Elysium will leave.]

[He smiles in return, mirror image, but he's first and foremost a criminal. He reaches for the man's cheek to tug him in


and steals a brief little kiss, just like that.]

[And then, without further ago, he's practically shooing him towards the door, pat-pat-patting him as if to encourage his flighty nature. It stands in opposition to his wants, but even he doesn't want to string this bird down too thoroughly against his will. At least, not now.]

Go, go then! Just go. You're a busy, busy bee of a guy, after all.

[Wouldn't want that, no.]