synflux | ( closed ) life like the unplumbed sea;

[A snake picked up out of the blue is liable to bite as self-defense mechanism. Sampo, grabbed as he is, has half a mind to do so, but Elysium gets their first. He gasps into the kiss, tensing, before the other man releases him. His own breath is quick now - stuck between something like agitation and anger and a heat-laden shock moving down his spine.]

[The ribbon buffets from a breeze against his hip, crimson like a wound. Elysium has done so, hasn't he? Sliced him open, expecting him to do something about it. In the man's eyes, he seeks for that unnatural god that had been cooing in his (was it his? Aha's) ear. He isn't sure if he finds them. Maybe Aha hasn't let go of him either. Like that nightmare has bled through, oil staining them with rainbow colors that feel sticky and callous.]

[Oh, he regrets a lot of things. Is this another to add to the list? He thinks for a moment. And he turns - and then twirls back on a heel like a dancer, one hand tugging the man in to place a hiss of a kiss against his jawline, over beating artery.]

[His voice vibrates against the man's skin.]

I'll have the last laugh, friend. Count on that.

[And another hum, lingering for another second, both entertainment and a threat.]

I can't stand you, you know that?

Edited 2024-06-23 16:07 (UTC)

[ Sampo turns, and Elysium feels something akin to disappointment. That would've easily been the end to their story as they knew it, but Sampo pivots the moment Elysium considers taking his leave, rising to his taunt with a tug and metaphorical fangs at his throat.

A lofty scoff, a narrowing of his eyes. The action reeks, a bit, of desperation: to messily suture up his carefully crafted mask, to regain loss control, and to have that last laugh. Elysium won't be giving him the satisfaction of any other reaction. ]

Considering you've tried to high tail it and run multiple times already, I find that rather hard to believe. Just how are you going to go about that? All you've shown me is that you're a coward.

[ Hiding behind contracts and guarantees, the atmospheric shift the moment Elysium expressed disinterest in adding any more of his own clauses. A man who's used to dancing to his tune and his tune only, slipping away the moment things become freeform. But, Elysium would like to think he's gotten glimpses of it, however slight. He'll drag it out from him here and now, or never again. ]

So you've said, so you've said. Yet, you've had so many opportunities to do something about it, Koski.

[He is a coward. In the end of the day, cowards live to survive another day. Cowards are fun. Cowards don't need to deal with any real responsibility. Throw the smoke bomb, disappear, rinse, repeat.]

[A life of underhanded tactics, all to get advantages he never would have by simply being sincere. Its always been this way.]

[Elysium, this asshole, has made him wonder what it would be like to be out on the stage properly. He told Sparkle that he had to take the stage for Belobog, in service for something greater. Here, Elysium is a man. When has he ever put himself directly on the line for someone like him.]

[He presses his face into the crook of the other's neck, to hide his face, to obtain some warmth he can't help but crave.]

I always have tricks up my sleeve. I'm a Fool, through and through.

[A sigh, even as his hand drapes over the other's waist. The grasp lets him rock them both a little, here in place.]

[Why can't he simply pen the end to this tale and leave it be?]

...You don't really know who you're dealing with. You hardly want me getting serious.

[ Elysium expects a number of outcomes here, all ranging from explosive to straight up resignation. What he doesn't expect is this: a display of vulnerability in what can only be called an embrace. Sampo's hair tickles his neckline. Taking a sharp breath, his shoulders stiffen to suppress an instinctive shudder.

There's a cold sensation that creeps down his spine with every second that elapses, accentuated by every additional gesture Sampo adds—the hand at his waist, the gentle rocking. It advances until he reaches an inevitable conclusion:

it's a little something like

guilt. ]

… Haha. Think about who you're saying that to for a sec.

[ Elysium, who can only think of two items of value for a guarantee; Elysium, who's just waiting for that one day he manages to reach the Elysian Fields. There's a beat where he isn't quite sure what to do with his hands—and he certainly doesn't know when he'd stopped breathing, but when he remembers to— he knocks his fist into Sampo's head gently. ]

But you're getting into some pretty deep stuff, aren't you? You know it's not like that. I just didn't want to lose a friend to something so inane. They don't call me persistent for no reason.

If this is how you treat friends, I'd be real worried about how you treat your enemies.

[But no, he knows that he's, well, special even to Elysium. After all, who else would understands the depths of each other that they bared in that nightmare? The fist knocks into his head, and he manages to shift a little, giving the man a little disgruntled sideye from between his bangs.]

...Do you really think its inane? [Any of this. All of it. The grip around Elysium's waist loosens, tightens.] Yeah, you're persistent. It's one of the worst things about you.

I don't make enemies. Maybe that's why?

[ At the end of the day… he just wasn't someone who was capable of holding grudges—an enemy today could be an ally tomorrow, or in their case, heated arguments made minutes ago were really thinly veiled guises that spoke of their own investment. ]

… Hehe. Thanks for the compliment. But, say. Just how long are you planning to hold onto your old friend for?

[ The constant adjustment of Sampo's grip makes it harder to ignore that it's actually there… Hand settling somewhere in the mess of Sampo's hair, idly, he starts twirling blue strands between his fingers to divert some of that energy elsewhere. ]

If you were going to miss me this much, you should've never avoided me in the first place. [ Rambling, as if to soften the blow of: ] Nothing's quite ever inane when you're around.

[ as if that's even an answer… ]

Everyone makes enemies.

[Some more than others. But he won't push it. Maybe Elysium is truthful in that. Maybe some see him as an obstacle, while he only keeps looking forward past everyone, unwilling to step too close to show his vulnerabilities. A bird who wants to fly high.]

[The question, along with the fingers through his hair (its soft, its nice, he doesn't mind it) makes him smirk. Something still feels like its burning in his chest, but it has lost some of its bite.]

I dunno. Do you mind it? Maybe I should just let go, if it bothers you sooooo much.

[A laugh into his shoulder.]

I didn't miss you one bit. And really? It's not? That's a surprise. Most people would say the opposite. Unpredictable could be my middle name.

[ He really does mind, actually… Considering everything leading up to this, the moment is too tender, bordering on something sincere. But, there are more methods of undercutting it than just shoving him away, so to that effort, Elysium wraps a firm arm around Sampo's shoulder to pull him deeper into himself. In turn, he nestles into the other side of Sampo's hair, cheeks warm.

ugh. ]

No way. Not being able to see my handsome face is a real loss. You wouldn't have come to find me otherwise if you didn't; we've already established that the map was an excuse.

[ His face, yeah, which Sampo conveniently can't see at the moment. ]

What if I told you? That I missed you a little? [ Instead of a fist, it's Elysium's head knocking into his lightly. ] Things haven't been nearly as exciting, bro. You can't just lump me in with most people either.

[Ugh, indeed.]

You're not that handsome.

[He murmurs, both too comfortable and uncomfortable with the way he's pulled into the man - its almost suffocating. He has that natural instinct to dislodge himself entirely before he finds his chest too tight to handle.]

[Its too bad that the other's words are doing just that, and he shifts in place, his own hand now becoming a fist over the small of the other's back.]

[Bastard.]

...Did you really? Or are you just saying that?

Getting all embarrassed now? Hehe. Not much you can do about an objective fact, my friend. At least, being second to me is quite the compliment in itself, don't you think?

[ The hand in Sampo's hair offers him a few consolatory pats. pat pat. all topped off with a gentle caress… totally normal homie behaviour.

also, why are they doing this if they're both deeply uncomfortable? Sampo can only blame himself for this, wtf. unfortunate for Elysium, his heartbeat is most likely made even more perceptible by their proximity—but let's not talk about it.

Elysium would've liked it if he didn't have to expound on just that, too, yet here they are! Sampo was supposed to riff off of it! His shame has reunited with him for the worst moment it possibly could have. Still, he kind of feels obligated to pull more of his unrepentant bs until

until they get out of whatever the hell this atmosphere is. ]

Someone like me can't make it too easy for someone. [ ✨… ] But, maybe I would've caved sooner than you'd think.

[ UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

it might not be possible for them to get any closer, per se, but he is leaning more of his weight in, in hopes that maybe, just maybe, it becomes possible to bury himself in another person. ]

Tell yourself that, my fine feathered friend.

[He always has himself to blame for everything. He sought him out, he reengaged him. So many opportunities to leave and dust off his hands and go. Just go. He's left a million times before, he'll leave for another million times.]

[In a way, it feels like he's in the audience, yelling at the protagonist of the movie to get a move on, already!. Elysium's words are chipper and not...meant for him. This whole thing isn't meant for him. They're pantomiming something nice and normal, something meant for lovers in some fairy tale. Which they're not. A Fool and a dying bird. There's no story that should be about that.]

[He lets out a little grunt of a sigh, more exasperated than anything. Elysium sinks in deeper.]

[Sampo, out of sheer and honest spite, kisses him. Once on the shoulder, once on the neck, a string up to his jawline to nibble slightly over the line there.]

Have you caved, my dear Elysium?

[ The marked change in mood comes as a godsend as expected, with an unanticipated side effect in a lingering tension that remains in his chest. It needles at him, but he swallows it down, successfully managing to bury it in the physical sensation of the trail of kisses left on his profile.

Out of the many other reactions he's restrained himself from exhibiting thus far, this is one that Elysium allows himself to express without inhibitions: this one is easily explainable as visceral, nothing quite as earnest being its driving force. He shudders under it with a contented sigh that verges on being a hum—physical attraction, chemistry. They're far simpler to think about and maybe

they'll be able to convince themselves that this is what their intensity is ultimately meant to lead to, nothing more, nothing less——as it appeared to be leading up to, before things had taken such a dive. Elysium presses a kiss against Sampo's temple, as the hand that had been in his hair slides down to his hip, threatening to go lower. ]

You sure you want to see it? I'll be even more annoying and persistent than I usually am.

[ Really, the opposite couldn't be more true. What definition of 'cave' Sampo's using most likely matches up with his own—but they (Elysium) can simply just not go with it when they're both being so purposefully vague, and that suits his purpose fine. ]

[Physical is simple.]

[Physical is easy.]

[No need for tougher things. No need to dwell on the specifics. Have your fun until the sun comes up, and then some. A game will always be a game. When would he ever engage in it for anything more than getting a high or snatching things under people's noses? In any case, Sampo knows its a distraction, and its one he plays well, even if

this feels like running too.]

[Once a coward, always a coward.]

[The hand drifts lower. He welcomes it, but it surprises him a little how much he wants to mold into it for more than just a simple rush up the spine. As if he is one of those things, melding into flesh, twisting until they can't recognize each other and

maybe this is the same thing one feels at the edge of an abyss.]

[His face falls a little.]

Of course I do. I really, really do. But....it's been a long day. [He finally says, a little dully. It doesn't feel fun in the way he wants. He places a kiss against the corner of the man's mouth, but he's obviously starting to withdraw a little, mentally.] I want a drink.

You say that, but the day isn't over. [ The evacuations are done and over with, but there's still the main event looming over at the horizon. Sampo needs to eke out that final hit, and Elysium has another promise he needs to fulfill.

It really isn't the time for this. ] … I get it though.

[ Was it a matter of a night that flipped their dynamic upside its head, or was it a lifetime? Nevermind the time and place, even Elysium finds it difficult to return to how they were. But that's where persistence came into play, and how one could fool themselves told a lie enough times. The real question of whether he wants to make that lie—that's a different story.

Sampo kisses the corner of his mouth, and his resolve shakes just a bit from the hollowness of it—clinical, distinctly missing the charged magnetism of their first encounters, and the … desperation of their last. He feels sick, so with a second attempt to force said feeling into a locked box that's miraculously more successful than his last, he puts on another smile as he re-establishes their distance, hand on Sampo's shoulder to maintain it. ]

That reminds me. I haven't forgotten about the drink I still owe you. I was going to message you about it before this whole thing happened, but I managed to pick up a few things here in Las Vegas, so it might've even worked out for the best. What say you to a celebration once we're finished up here? [ a wink. ] To us. For getting through this long day.

[ …for getting through that long nightmare. For many other things too, that makes throwing away that key so hard specifically. ]

[That distance restablishes. He finally can get his breath of fresh air, unstifled.]

[So why does it feel like his chest is still tight?]

[His gaze flits down like a wounded little butterfly, before he manages to collect himself, reach up to place his gloved hand over the one on his shoulder.]

That's right. You DO owe me! Sampo Koski will always be around to collect his debts....hehe, though I have a debt of my own to pay.

[A quirk of a smile to the side.]

In all my haste...I did never get you that birthday gift. My bad. It's on the list, now. Signed, sealed, delivered...it will be yours. Along with that celebration.

[.......He has half of some idiotic thought to throw himself back into the other's arms. What is he, fifteen? He bites his tongue, and keeps his words steady.]

A celebration of us.

Edited 2024-06-26 03:40 (UTC)

[ Elysium's compelled to retreat a little further into himself, but he remains rooted by the hand on top of his own. Glancing at it with a small smile, he slides it out from underneath to put it on top of Sampo's to give it a few pats. ]

I wouldn't call that a debt. More of a playful demand, really.

[ He's smiling, but there's none of his usual enthusiasm, more subdued. Saying that he wasn't expecting Sampo to remember feels like it would be a little revealing on its own… but the fact that he can't even begin to summon the same whimsical disposition he'd used back then says just as much. ]

Isn't there some kind of statue of limitations on these things? [ two months and some change later, sheesh. ] No need, my man, unless you're willing to disclose the date of your own. I wasn't being that serious; we're more than enough cause for celebration.

[ He takes the same hand on top of Sampo's to pinch his cheek. Isn't that embarrassing? What kind of grown man would clamour for a birthday celebration so long after the fact, helloooooo? ]

No need to tack on anything else.

[ let's not put him on the spot here ]

The date of my own....heh.

[A distant sort of statement. What is there, really, of "Sampo Koski" that should be known?]

[But he seems to come up with something, his eyes twinkling with mirth.]

You know, you could always celebrate my birthday on the fourth month and the first day of the- hEY!

[STOP PINCHING HIS CHEEK he is IMMEDIATELY batting him AWAY, BINCH]

Hands off the merchandise, buddy! This handsome face isn't to be marred even by the likes of you!

[Now he's returning the favor, putting his hands on either side of Elysium's face to squish up his cheeks.]

Hehe, are you the shy one, now? Someone doesn't like getting gifts? Never thought I'd meet a person like that. [He laughs at that, placing a little silly peck of a kiss against his nose. Just for whim. Just because. The path of Elation continues, no matter what.] Then I'll make sure to really embarrass you. How does that sound?

[ If it looks like he isn't paying attention when Sampo mentions the date, it's intentional. The date is squared away and he distantly contemplates the meaning of it—Sampo had said something along the lines of being a fool, and it's seeming to go a lot deeper than merely being a jester.

He wouldn't be surprised. At the same time, he really isn't given the chance to think about it, face scrunching and his nose wrinkling at the kiss.

Ruining his face is a larger crime?? And beyond that: bro, what. He scowls to immediate effect, and yet… he doesn't bat Sampo away, even as faint colour dusts his cheeks. ]

Oh, please. I'm sure you've already noticed, but there isn't much I hang onto. It's a part of having travelled for so long, because it isn't that practical to carry non-essentials with you.

[ He's maybe amassed a respectable collection now in the four years he's stayed with Rhode Island, but the fact remains.

He sighs, listless, placing his hands on top of Sampo's. What he does next? It's also out of pure spite. This is what he tells himself before, during, and likely after as he leans back in to steal another kiss on Sampo's mouth.

It doesn't contain intensity or desperation as it doesn't need to, but it is unlike the brush of their mouths previously. It lingers, and with an annoyed huff, Elysium deepens it by pressing closer then pulls away near instantly; a step into fire is a step into it nonetheless, and there's only so much a living being can override its own survival instincts when it burns regardless of how long one's been exposed. ]

… That's why, I prefer making memories instead! [ this is what SAMPO gets for being so INSISTENT it takes a binch to know one ] Thanks for the belated birthday gift.

Now that just makes you sound like a party pooper. A gift can also be essential, y'know-

[He doesn't have a chance to finish that thought. Elysium makes his chessboard move, and its a doozy of one, equvalent to a check. Not a checkmate, yet, but the kiss lingers, and there's a sudden rush of warmth in his cheeks that feels a little too much to handle.]

[Elysium sets his foot back into the water of the sea, and the waves want to lap against it, a tide returning forevermore. He stares at the man for a moment, eyebrows knotted together with obvious conflict.]

Memories, huh.

[He manages to say, with a little noise of contention. Mm. He needs to sort himself out. This is unbecoming of him. The flustered expression is wiped away - focus, focus - and he smiles now, languidly.]

[Here's a proper kiss of his own. It won't last as long, but he sears the man's lips into his. And that's it. Like a taste.]

Thank you for the memory, my friend. Now, that's some good luck! I'll use it for that big ol' worm. I think Sampo Koski can take it on, don't you?

[Now he is well and fully detaching, almost dancing back with a laugh. He has to keep his heart light. If he lets it sink, that will be too far.]

You'd better take care of yourself, you hear?

[ Things that Elysium anticipates from his little gambit: the stunned silence into the flustered expression, into some sort of retaliation that comes in the form of another kiss or verbal rebuttal. He isn't wrong——but he isn't right, either, as if Sampo has decided to shift several degrees away from what Elysium envisions exactly. A harrowingly tender kiss back, a look that's seemingly reminiscing of a time they'd both agreed that does and doesn't exist, the context of which Elysium doesn't even have to guess.

That's… his mask askew again, isn't it? Isn't that what Elysium had been trying to taunt out of him all this while? Yes. No. What had been underneath the entire time from their first meeting was and is supposed to be something that threatens to consume him whole—something that would be equally as willing to spit him back out too the moment he'd grown tired of him, not this apparition of someone who genuinely

cares. ]

… Would you have preferred it if I used the word "moment"?

[ The words escape his mouth, unbidden, and there's a brief second where his own face scrunches in response to it. Quickly replaced with a dry laugh, he watches as Sampo retreats. Elysium runs his tongue over his own lips, as if chasing the ghost of what was previously there, purposeful. A pang in his chest has him wanting to turn on his heel—the same pang has him wanting to drag Sampo back by the collar to kiss the mask off completely.

oh brother. although his gut instinct has technically yet to be wrong, still—he really should have questioned what kind of danger he may have signed himself up for. it's a bit too late for that. ]

Just kidding. Semantics. They're both the same at the end of the day.

[ No, that hadn't been the case at all. Not then, not now. A feeble attempt at driving another wedge between him and the approaching deep-end. ]

But you always know just the thing to say, don't you. [ wry. it's not a compliment. ] Better do the same for yourself, seeing as neither of us will be able to celebrate 'us' without the other. Give some other people a chance to shine, okay?

[ ——and then Sampo gets the last hit, because of course he does. ]

( closed ) life like the unplumbed sea;

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject