[Giving him back a half-smile as well. Molly's face has looked . . . well. Better. The bruises Beau gave him are now darkened and yellowing - on his jaw, at the edge of an eye - but he's refused to use the machine. A reminder, for now. His nose doesn't seem broken. The golden piercing hanging from his septum is only slightly tarnished.
He opens his mouth like he's going to give back one of his flirtatious suggestions again, and then duck around to the side of making any real action, but there's a flicker there as he thinks it over. Why are you holding back? What's the point? You died a week ago. You died eight months ago. You could die tomorrow. `Right now, you are here. In a form that matters to you.`
He twists to sit up, wrapping a hand around the back of Gu Yun's neck and pulls him in close, not caring if their teeth clash or the position is awkward and uncomfortable. Problems for later in the moment.]
[ one of the things about molly that makes his company so enjoyable is that he has a way of catching gu yun off guard.
it's not just because of the whole tiefling thing - it's just in general. there's a sense of kinship in a lot of the things he says and does, a like recognizing like in terms of being a little shitty, in terms of being a charming liar, in terms of a a lot to uncover underneath what's easily presented to the outside world. it's something he doesn't get out of his own world - there really aren't a lot of people with a mindset like gu yun's, or a lot of people who are clever enough to really keep up with him. being unique suits him fine, of course, but... there's something irresistibly new and exciting about being kept on his toes.
this is one of those times. this whole place is based on indulgence, and gu yun is no monk immune to wants and desires; he's aware of what it takes, what it wants. (and what it really takes, made so clear after the events of this weekend.) even still, as he's looking down, considering the idle plans and all the things they've gotten up to so far in comparison, the last thing he's expecting is for mollymauk to sit up and kiss him.
gu yun makes a little noise -- a soft, surprised mft, like he was about to say something-- that almost bubbles into a laugh when their teeth knock together on the first press. it is the most ungraceful kiss he's had in this place, and that's. kind of funny, actually, considering, makes the corners of his mouth twitch up into a smile unbidden. the angle has him having to lean awkwardly over his own arm, but gu yun's not one to ignore an opportunity, so, he grabs onto the back of the couch with his other hand and pushes into it, tilting his head to return the kiss properly.
Molly might argue against being thought of as clever, or even having anything to uncover. He doesn't like to think of himself as complex or hiding his true nature as much as he doesn't care about the things that make him a strange case. He likes the person that he is on the surface. He worries that once the layers are peeled back, skin and flesh, what lies beneath isn't so pretty and charming.
Then again, those layers are exactly why he does like gu yun an awful lot. A two-sided card. A man who doesn't believe in fortunes, who still listens when the fortune teller tries to bend his ear. A man who laughs in the face of death, and has a wish so big it encompasses a nation. He sometimes feels small next to him, but it also makes the part where he can clearly get under his skin that much better. Being but one tiefling that can leave a mark on the great Marquis of Order.
He doesn't draw the kiss out or anything, since he's sitting up on his elbows, spine twisted to try and meet him. He's dextrous but, look, there's things that aren't necessarily sustainable. Pulling back and sticking his tongue out at him.]
I've decided that waiting for things is stupid and I hate it, actually. Ah well, gave it a shot.
[ me looking at that forked tongue icon and losing it
it's hard to fluster gu yun. he is, in a word, shameless. aside from being roasted by yuel being a sweetheart, his composure here has never really cracked - always joking, always easygoing, sometimes ice cold and fierce, sometimes a gremlin who pretends to be deaf. however, in this moment, as he pulls his head back to look and really-- like. really looks, really copes with the fact that he has not only just met a tiefling but also has officially kissed a tiefling.... his ears are starting to turn red. it makes the cinnabar colored mark on the right lobe stand out even brighter instead of blending in. this is like the third kiss he's had in his entire life and it's - whew.
gu yun laughs, though, ducking his head. it's brief and a little more breathless, though whether he's laughing at molly's antics or himself or a combination of both? is hard to say. ]
So much for the jelly filling. [ he quips, instead of saying anything related to the "dying slowly" that is his less than cool internal monologue at the moment. amusement still sparks his peach blossom eyes, though, mouth quirking up in a playful smile. ]
What're your intentions with this - [ ahem. gu yun clears his throat.
Shifting with a huff, to sit up on his knees on the couch, holding out his hands so maybe gu yun comes over to sit next to him and stops dying so far away? give him your cold gremlin hands.]
Yes yes, shut up, I've decided I guess I could just go buy a dozen and stop trying to savor things. Look, I--
[He wonders, briefly, if this is a pride indulgence. bringing a man who seems impossible to fluster to his knees with one chaste kiss. It's very cute the way his ears are going totally red. He had been warned against talking to gu yun like he's virginal though, so he's avoiding pointing it out.]
I don't know, to have fun? Whatever you like. I've had, and I don't know if you know this, the single most terrible week of my life. Or. [Uh. afterlife?] And I think right now this is making me happy and I'd like to just spend some time with you doing what we obviously have been thinking about instead of dancing around it like two performing monkeys?
[ he's not dying!!!!!! shhhhhh!!!!! yes he is he was a virgin until (looks at date) a week ago
anyway. when molly sits up, gu yun ends up smiling at him again, eyes lit up and twinkly, the easy amusement that comes with spending time in his company. he doesn't have a wiseass remark about molly's choice in food metaphors, though, since it seems to speak for itself, and he will willingly place his ice cold hands in molly's, so he can make his way over back to the other side of the couch, dropping down next to him.
and ultimately, he's got a great point. gu yun does in fact know about all of that - and the whole point of this place is to indulge, isn't it? he's still not used to it, the easy manner that people give in to this sort of thing, but it's because he's never really had the chance. now that he does...
well, molly put it best.
he tilts his head, thoughtfully, like he is very, very seriously thinking that over. ] I would rather hate to be a performing monkey.
[ because ultimately, gu yun's dog mouth refuses to spit out any ivory, and therefore, can't say things like i think that would make me happy too or glad it's not just me, because oh, the mortifying ordeal of being known. some part of him recognizes that this is a public space, so, maybe they would be performing after all, but, gu yun rapidly shuts that thought process down before it spirals off into ruining it, braces a hand on the side of the couch, and pushes his weight onto one knee on the little couch to properly invade molly's space.
despite his relative inexperience, gu yun is the king of fake it till you make it - the initial press of their mouths together in a kiss is confident, and this time at a much better angle. guess he's going to find out what a devil tongue feels like! ]
but anyway it's fine bud you can quip through the pain. molly just lets him, ever so indulgent.]
I'm fine with a little performance, occasionally.
[the tone implies he is very into performance, all the time? it's fine. he's more than happy to assist in a little faking it til making it. molly's spent a solid bit of time investing in all sorts of hedonism and debauchery with whoever seemed interested, just to try it. he is in the midst of his man(?)-slut phase. so what i'm saying is he's pretty good with that tongue.
he doesn't push too hard, but his hands do start to . . . wander, unless he's warned off, lightly pressing his nails against skin where he can find it. that tail, with a mind of its own, most definitely wraps around an ankle.]
considering the whole circus thing, that does make sense, and... so does gu yun, really, but it's the monkey part he takes offense to, because he is way too cute to be a monkey, hello?
as the barrier comes down and the kissing starts, gu yun, great liang's greatest garlic, is pretty good at lying. it is, in fact, one of his best skills. even if this was his first time, his kisses would be bold and his hands wandering, but now he's got a little experience, and that's all he needs to fall naturally into it. the whole point here isn't to think about it too much - he lifts his hands and settles them at the curve of molly's jaw, all rough callouses and long, clever fingers, tilting his head to the side to sweep his tongue over the seam of his mouth. if he has any sort of commentary about the forked tongue, it is, perhaps, blissfully silenced. maybe gu yun was preparing himself for it? after all, it seems logical... or, maybe it just feels good.
molly is a little taller than him, and the couch isn't too big, so it's close quarters, and he ends up pulling his other leg up onto the couch too just for the sake of ease. the wandering hands don't bother him any, either; molly will find his skin scarred pretty much any place he can touch it - mostly just the open seam of his robe, and, should he feel down far enough, that his waist is barbie doll sized. terrible.
gu yun seems to reciprocate the idea of touch, though, curiosity easing the way for any embarrassment, for someone naturally not so shy. his fingers catching against jewels on pointed ears, around the curve of them, into his hair, down his neck. there's a lot to explore, on someone like mollymauk, a lot of extremely new territory.
that is to say, he's doing a great job of being perfectly normal and very cool until molly's tail wraps around his ankle, and for the first time, he makes a surprised noise into his mouth, movements pausing just long enough to make it obvious.
and then valiantly resumes kissing him again its fine he's cool ]
[ every time he reacts like that, molly's wehehe energy bar gains power. that is enough that he has to grin about it, flashing those sharp, demonic teeth too. Get wrecked, gu yun.
He will just have a pleasant time finding that barbie doll waist, thank you, humming to himself pleased when he does - tracing the edges of a few scars with those claw-like nails. He has his own scars, sharp lines across the front of his torso and up his neck, along his arms and over his hands, ridged at the back of his neck. He likes that they seem to match in this way too.
If there's anything that's retribution for the teasing with the tail, though, it's when he starts playing with his jewelry, all those shiny baubles he wears to advertise look at me! aren't i sparkling and wonderful? Getting attention for the things he obviously wants to bring attention to. Moving to brush aside some of that inky hair and pressing the edge of his teeth along the column of his neck. Teasing, before he talks again.]
[ stop that!!! this is the first time he's ever been flustered in his life let him live!!!
molly's very. sharp. it's not that he hadn't noticed that before, either, but it's particularly blatant now, when they're making out - forked tongue, near claws, those horns of his, those teeth - but the sharp topography of the scars the tips of his fingers touch when he's got his hands in his hair, too. the urge to seek those out is there, to take hold of the curiosity that has always guided him through his life - to touch, to explore, to map out molly with the callouses on his hands.
gu yun's always been particularly sensitive to almost everything, from his picky palate to his strong nose to his ice cold fingers, and it's something he never quite realized might come in useful in a situation like this until very recently. the prick of nails at skin that's been long damaged gets molly the easy to touch sensation of goosebumps, from barely anything, and the teeth have gu yun's hands tightening in molly's hair, and from that close, he'll likely here the way he sucks in a breath through his nose.
there's a beat. the statement rumbles through him more than anything.
... and then, a slow smile dawns on his face. his hands loosen out of molly's hair, and he pulls back enough to look at him. ]
Looking forward to the reward when I win.
[ -- and then he's fuckin yeeting off of this couch BYE ]
[ SEVERAL HOURS LATER... sometimes you lose your tiefling bang virginity and its a good time
by which i mean, morning rolls around, and gu yun is habitually an early riser - being in the military your entire life does leave its impacts on you. still tucked in the blankets, clothes haphazardly tossed somewhere, he's more or less pinned into bed and not moving, which means he has a lot of time to. uh.
reflect. he's reflecting, yeah, laying on his back, still tucked in next to molly, kind of staring at the ceiling vaguely dazed and warm and comfortable as he comes in to consciousness. in the sleepy, dreamy warmth of an early morning, he moves, feels the twinge of somewhere that he will almost certainly be sore tomorrow, and just kind of. comes to terms with the event of the night before and how... nice they were... and....
at least he has a little time to be a secret embarrassed (and satisfied) baby this morning
[Someone, meanwhile, has no sense of embarrassment in the slightest. He doesn't understand the feeling. What's to be embarrassed about?
Anyway yes he's definitely fully pinned by a lot of purple tiefling who is perfectly content to just flop anywhere he damn well pleases and cannot be moved. Like sharing a bed with a particularly stubborn and large cat. His tail sways lazily with the air of someone extremely pleased with their damn self. He isn't exactly asleep - in fact, he hasn't . . . really been sleeping at all for the past few days. Then again, he's never been the best sleeper. He's at least dozed a bit now.
Mumbling a bit as he shifts to get comfortable again, sleepily pushing pillows around until he can flop his head against them without giving himself a neck problem. Horns are hard for side sleeping.
mollymauk is very, very warm. it's nice to wake up that way - he's more than used to his shitty circulation, but being pinned under another body (and also tossed around in the sheets for a long time beforehand) means he's comfortable, which is a new one. one of the most indulgent things about this place is simple things like just enjoying the company of someone else, in a comfortable bed - both things fairly foreign to gu yun.
without his liuli glass, he can't see that well, even this close - he relies on the feeling of molly moving against the bed, the sound of fabric shifting, and then, when he talks, he huffs a soft laugh. ]
What am I thinking, then?
[ gu yun's question is wry; he lolls his head to the side to look at molly the best that he can. tilting his head against the pillows gets his hair to spill everywhere, still messy from the night before - his eyes are still half closed, the cinnabar mole under his eye dimmer than the day before, and his expression is pulled into a half smile, even if he was just (internally dying at 100mph). ]
[He'll crack one eye open to actually look at him before shuffling even deeper into the bed, just digging in for comfort. Reaching over to poke him right on that cinnabar mark with one nail.]
Hells if I know. Probably something about how talented and wonderful I am. Or it better be, anyway.
gu yun doesn't even flinch as he gets a finger in his face - he blinks, though, lashes nearly long enough to sweep against molly's fingertip as he's poked in the mole, and then huffs a laugh. he has to wiggle, a bit, but he doesn't squirm out from underneath molly, just turning over to face him and propping his cheek on the inside of his own elbow, turning his head to let him see the other red mark on his earlobe if he wants to poke at that, too. ]
Mm... [ thinking, thinking, thinking........ ] Yes, that's it. Wonderful and talented.
[ his smile's sleepy and a little lazy. ] Or, that I can't see you worth shit, so I hope you're pleased, too. [ snrk. ]
[He would like to poke at that one too. Just tweaking his earlobe and then cupping a hand along the back of his neck. digging his fingers into all of that hair, humming happily.]
Shite. Really? Never fucked anyone blind before. [snrk.]
[ wow???? he reaches out and flicks him right between the eyebrows! ]
I'm not blind. [ his vision is just really garbage so he's just blurry ] Besides, I'd feel sorry for someone who was, missing out on waking up to you.
[ the way he says this is just a liiittle too saccharine, a little bit too simpering, but he drops the silliness to the tone after a moment and settles into those warm touches instead, eyes fluttering shut as he scooches closer into his warmth, ankle absently sliding in between his, and tipping his head up a bit for this hair petting, like a pleased, content cat. ]
[The flick doesn't actually hurt as much as he feels that requires an "ow" in retribution. He huffs a laugh at the silly saccharine bullshit, because that feels right too. Not too serious.]
Shut up. I'm never going to live that one down, am I? Going to go to my third grave hearing you get on my ass about jelly donuts.
Naturally. I'm charmed to know my voice is what you'll think of in the moment, though. [ so. that is definitely a yes, if how pleased he looks with himself is any indication. terrible!
generally unable to stay too still for too long, gu yun's the one to hum, this time, finding the dangles of the jewels molly tends to wear easily and running his fingers over them, too, eventually touching the curve of one of his horns just because it's there, closing his eyes and just focusing on the feel of them under his fingertips. this is still so fucking wild, and early in the morning after the events of the night before, he's more willing to be exploratory and touchy, a little more freely than he would be normally. molly's got a good way of breaking down his defenses - this time it was just literally.
a beat. ] It is a nice ass, too, so I do intend to ride it. [ its 1230 am im going to bed before i ahve to write anything else like that goodbye ]
[really polite of him to not ask about the "three graves" thing, and Molly appreciates that.
He also appreciates the nice ass comment as bawdy as it is, grinning like a friggin' shark and laughing so loud that all the jewelry on those horns shifts and jingles a bit.]
Oh! Right there. That's the other thing that's going to be ringing in my ears as they lower me into the ground again. Very much looking forward to that.
[ Still laughing softly, but he settles in to be admired - he's much better at staying still, perfectly content. they are just horns, similar to any ram or goat, so he doesn't exactly feel it but the attention is welcome. There's certainly a lot to look at - a gold cap on the left with a pendant of the sun, and silver on the right with its matching twin, the moon. there's even holes seemingly drilled through them at the curve where he's weaved through more baubles and delicate chains. ]
[ it be like that sometimes. why ruin the mood? also, his own relationship with death is so (waves hand) so,
the loud laugh and following comment has him grinning too, pleased with himself. after a hum in reply, he scoots in that much closer into his space and under molly's arm to examine those charms more properly. a smart person would go grab his liuli glass, but gu yun's way too comfortable at the moment, and he can feel out the shapes of his charms and baubles even if they're a bit blurry.
his fingers gently curl in one of the chains, eventually, giving it a little back and forth as he winds it between his fingertips. ] What made you decide to do all of these?
[ he can hazard a guess at something along the lines of "its pretty", but. ] I don't know many who would pierce themselves at all. [ at least in great liang. ]
[Tease. he reaches up to toy with one of the jewels himself, the little sun, red crystal (or dyed glass) sparkling in the middle.]
Because it looks nice . . . ? [Well.] And it's always a big help when you're trying to draw attention to yourself to make that attention worthwhile. Certainly when you're reading the cards for someone, they want their guide, their hand of fate, to look the part. Otherwise what are you if not just a horned grifter with a forked tongue.
[And then, a little more honestly:]
And I wanted it to feel like mine. This body. So I thought I'd put my marks on it too. The tattoos, the piercings, the gold and silver. That's me.
You have no idea. [ it's really true though no one has fun like gu yun in his realm!! boring.
anyway-- that's interesting. he glances to the red crystal, first, letting it draw his eyes, familiar in aesthetic like his moles. molly's explanation makes sense, but... when the second explanation comes, this time, he doesn't slide away from it, bringing his hand away from the chains finally, and letting it drop instead near his neck, finding those ridged scars, the lines where he knows a tattoo begins. his fingers are starting to get a little cold, again, but his touch is exceedingly gentle. ]
Did this body not feel like yours, before?
[ the question's a little more serious, gently picking at the edge of what molly says. magic is still... it's still far beyond him, really, but, gu yun's not stupid, either. ]
[He can be so dodgy, but then at the same time he drops all these tantalizing little statements. Like he wants to be picked at and then run from it, laughing. Or just that he enjoys a little sprinkling of the fascinating about himself.
He doesn't mind the cold touch, skin shivering a bit under it. He'll find more scars in the tattoos, buried in the colors and swirls of pattern, both below and over the newer ink.]
But it's all mine now! And I intend to keep it that way. Sort of the point of this exercise.
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He opens his mouth like he's going to give back one of his flirtatious suggestions again, and then duck around to the side of making any real action, but there's a flicker there as he thinks it over. Why are you holding back? What's the point? You died a week ago. You died eight months ago. You could die tomorrow. `Right now, you are here. In a form that matters to you.`
He twists to sit up, wrapping a hand around the back of Gu Yun's neck and pulls him in close, not caring if their teeth clash or the position is awkward and uncomfortable. Problems for later in the moment.]
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it's not just because of the whole tiefling thing - it's just in general. there's a sense of kinship in a lot of the things he says and does, a like recognizing like in terms of being a little shitty, in terms of being a charming liar, in terms of a a lot to uncover underneath what's easily presented to the outside world. it's something he doesn't get out of his own world - there really aren't a lot of people with a mindset like gu yun's, or a lot of people who are clever enough to really keep up with him. being unique suits him fine, of course, but... there's something irresistibly new and exciting about being kept on his toes.
this is one of those times. this whole place is based on indulgence, and gu yun is no monk immune to wants and desires; he's aware of what it takes, what it wants. (and what it really takes, made so clear after the events of this weekend.) even still, as he's looking down, considering the idle plans and all the things they've gotten up to so far in comparison, the last thing he's expecting is for mollymauk to sit up and kiss him.
gu yun makes a little noise -- a soft, surprised mft, like he was about to say something-- that almost bubbles into a laugh when their teeth knock together on the first press. it is the most ungraceful kiss he's had in this place, and that's. kind of funny, actually, considering, makes the corners of his mouth twitch up into a smile unbidden. the angle has him having to lean awkwardly over his own arm, but gu yun's not one to ignore an opportunity, so, he grabs onto the back of the couch with his other hand and pushes into it, tilting his head to return the kiss properly.
:hellmo: ]
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Molly might argue against being thought of as clever, or even having anything to uncover. He doesn't like to think of himself as complex or hiding his true nature as much as he doesn't care about the things that make him a strange case. He likes the person that he is on the surface. He worries that once the layers are peeled back, skin and flesh, what lies beneath isn't so pretty and charming.
Then again, those layers are exactly why he does like gu yun an awful lot. A two-sided card. A man who doesn't believe in fortunes, who still listens when the fortune teller tries to bend his ear. A man who laughs in the face of death, and has a wish so big it encompasses a nation. He sometimes feels small next to him, but it also makes the part where he can clearly get under his skin that much better. Being but one tiefling that can leave a mark on the great Marquis of Order.
He doesn't draw the kiss out or anything, since he's sitting up on his elbows, spine twisted to try and meet him. He's dextrous but, look, there's things that aren't necessarily sustainable. Pulling back and sticking his tongue out at him.]
I've decided that waiting for things is stupid and I hate it, actually. Ah well, gave it a shot.
[ wehehe ]
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it's hard to fluster gu yun. he is, in a word, shameless. aside from being roasted by yuel being a sweetheart, his composure here has never really cracked - always joking, always easygoing, sometimes ice cold and fierce, sometimes a gremlin who pretends to be deaf. however, in this moment, as he pulls his head back to look and really-- like. really looks, really copes with the fact that he has not only just met a tiefling but also has officially kissed a tiefling.... his ears are starting to turn red. it makes the cinnabar colored mark on the right lobe stand out even brighter instead of blending in. this is like the third kiss he's had in his entire life and it's - whew.
gu yun laughs, though, ducking his head. it's brief and a little more breathless, though whether he's laughing at molly's antics or himself or a combination of both? is hard to say. ]
So much for the jelly filling. [ he quips, instead of saying anything related to the "dying slowly" that is his less than cool internal monologue at the moment. amusement still sparks his peach blossom eyes, though, mouth quirking up in a playful smile. ]
What're your intentions with this - [ ahem. gu yun clears his throat.
waggles his eyebrows. ] - fine delicacy?
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Shifting with a huff, to sit up on his knees on the couch, holding out his hands so maybe gu yun comes over to sit next to him and stops dying so far away? give him your cold gremlin hands.]
Yes yes, shut up, I've decided I guess I could just go buy a dozen and stop trying to savor things. Look, I--
[He wonders, briefly, if this is a pride indulgence. bringing a man who seems impossible to fluster to his knees with one chaste kiss. It's very cute the way his ears are going totally red. He had been warned against talking to gu yun like he's virginal though, so he's avoiding pointing it out.]
I don't know, to have fun? Whatever you like. I've had, and I don't know if you know this, the single most terrible week of my life. Or. [Uh. afterlife?] And I think right now this is making me happy and I'd like to just spend some time with you doing what we obviously have been thinking about instead of dancing around it like two performing monkeys?
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anyway. when molly sits up, gu yun ends up smiling at him again, eyes lit up and twinkly, the easy amusement that comes with spending time in his company. he doesn't have a wiseass remark about molly's choice in food metaphors, though, since it seems to speak for itself, and he will willingly place his ice cold hands in molly's, so he can make his way over back to the other side of the couch, dropping down next to him.
and ultimately, he's got a great point. gu yun does in fact know about all of that - and the whole point of this place is to indulge, isn't it? he's still not used to it, the easy manner that people give in to this sort of thing, but it's because he's never really had the chance. now that he does...
well, molly put it best.
he tilts his head, thoughtfully, like he is very, very seriously thinking that over. ] I would rather hate to be a performing monkey.
[ because ultimately, gu yun's dog mouth refuses to spit out any ivory, and therefore, can't say things like i think that would make me happy too or glad it's not just me, because oh, the mortifying ordeal of being known. some part of him recognizes that this is a public space, so, maybe they would be performing after all, but, gu yun rapidly shuts that thought process down before it spirals off into ruining it, braces a hand on the side of the couch, and pushes his weight onto one knee on the little couch to properly invade molly's space.
despite his relative inexperience, gu yun is the king of fake it till you make it - the initial press of their mouths together in a kiss is confident, and this time at a much better angle. guess he's going to find out what a devil tongue feels like! ]
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but anyway it's fine bud you can quip through the pain. molly just lets him, ever so indulgent.]
I'm fine with a little performance, occasionally.
[the tone implies he is very into performance, all the time? it's fine. he's more than happy to assist in a little faking it til making it. molly's spent a solid bit of time investing in all sorts of hedonism and debauchery with whoever seemed interested, just to try it. he is in the midst of his man(?)-slut phase. so what i'm saying is he's pretty good with that tongue.
he doesn't push too hard, but his hands do start to . . . wander, unless he's warned off, lightly pressing his nails against skin where he can find it. that tail, with a mind of its own, most definitely wraps around an ankle.]
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considering the whole circus thing, that does make sense, and... so does gu yun, really, but it's the monkey part he takes offense to, because he is way too cute to be a monkey, hello?
as the barrier comes down and the kissing starts, gu yun, great liang's greatest garlic, is pretty good at lying. it is, in fact, one of his best skills. even if this was his first time, his kisses would be bold and his hands wandering, but now he's got a little experience, and that's all he needs to fall naturally into it. the whole point here isn't to think about it too much - he lifts his hands and settles them at the curve of molly's jaw, all rough callouses and long, clever fingers, tilting his head to the side to sweep his tongue over the seam of his mouth. if he has any sort of commentary about the forked tongue, it is, perhaps, blissfully silenced. maybe gu yun was preparing himself for it? after all, it seems logical... or, maybe it just feels good.
molly is a little taller than him, and the couch isn't too big, so it's close quarters, and he ends up pulling his other leg up onto the couch too just for the sake of ease. the wandering hands don't bother him any, either; molly will find his skin scarred pretty much any place he can touch it - mostly just the open seam of his robe, and, should he feel down far enough, that his waist is barbie doll sized. terrible.
gu yun seems to reciprocate the idea of touch, though, curiosity easing the way for any embarrassment, for someone naturally not so shy. his fingers catching against jewels on pointed ears, around the curve of them, into his hair, down his neck. there's a lot to explore, on someone like mollymauk, a lot of extremely new territory.
that is to say, he's doing a great job of being perfectly normal and very cool until molly's tail wraps around his ankle, and for the first time, he makes a surprised noise into his mouth, movements pausing just long enough to make it obvious.
and then valiantly resumes kissing him again its fine he's cool ]
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He will just have a pleasant time finding that barbie doll waist, thank you, humming to himself pleased when he does - tracing the edges of a few scars with those claw-like nails. He has his own scars, sharp lines across the front of his torso and up his neck, along his arms and over his hands, ridged at the back of his neck. He likes that they seem to match in this way too.
If there's anything that's retribution for the teasing with the tail, though, it's when he starts playing with his jewelry, all those shiny baubles he wears to advertise look at me! aren't i sparkling and wonderful? Getting attention for the things he obviously wants to bring attention to. Moving to brush aside some of that inky hair and pressing the edge of his teeth along the column of his neck. Teasing, before he talks again.]
. . . I'll race you back to my room.
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molly's very. sharp. it's not that he hadn't noticed that before, either, but it's particularly blatant now, when they're making out - forked tongue, near claws, those horns of his, those teeth - but the sharp topography of the scars the tips of his fingers touch when he's got his hands in his hair, too. the urge to seek those out is there, to take hold of the curiosity that has always guided him through his life - to touch, to explore, to map out molly with the callouses on his hands.
gu yun's always been particularly sensitive to almost everything, from his picky palate to his strong nose to his ice cold fingers, and it's something he never quite realized might come in useful in a situation like this until very recently. the prick of nails at skin that's been long damaged gets molly the easy to touch sensation of goosebumps, from barely anything, and the teeth have gu yun's hands tightening in molly's hair, and from that close, he'll likely here the way he sucks in a breath through his nose.
there's a beat. the statement rumbles through him more than anything.
... and then, a slow smile dawns on his face. his hands loosen out of molly's hair, and he pulls back enough to look at him. ]
Looking forward to the reward when I win.
[ -- and then he's fuckin yeeting off of this couch BYE ]
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He'll very kindly let him win, because he would like to give him whatever reward he likes.
I never know how to like. Elegantly fade to black.
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by which i mean, morning rolls around, and gu yun is habitually an early riser - being in the military your entire life does leave its impacts on you. still tucked in the blankets, clothes haphazardly tossed somewhere, he's more or less pinned into bed and not moving, which means he has a lot of time to. uh.
reflect. he's reflecting, yeah, laying on his back, still tucked in next to molly, kind of staring at the ceiling vaguely dazed and warm and comfortable as he comes in to consciousness. in the sleepy, dreamy warmth of an early morning, he moves, feels the twinge of somewhere that he will almost certainly be sore tomorrow, and just kind of. comes to terms with the event of the night before and how... nice they were... and....
at least he has a little time to be a secret embarrassed (and satisfied) baby this morning
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Anyway yes he's definitely fully pinned by a lot of purple tiefling who is perfectly content to just flop anywhere he damn well pleases and cannot be moved. Like sharing a bed with a particularly stubborn and large cat. His tail sways lazily with the air of someone extremely pleased with their damn self. He isn't exactly asleep - in fact, he hasn't . . . really been sleeping at all for the past few days. Then again, he's never been the best sleeper. He's at least dozed a bit now.
Mumbling a bit as he shifts to get comfortable again, sleepily pushing pillows around until he can flop his head against them without giving himself a neck problem. Horns are hard for side sleeping.
. . . I can hear you thinking.
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mollymauk is very, very warm. it's nice to wake up that way - he's more than used to his shitty circulation, but being pinned under another body (and also tossed around in the sheets for a long time beforehand) means he's comfortable, which is a new one. one of the most indulgent things about this place is simple things like just enjoying the company of someone else, in a comfortable bed - both things fairly foreign to gu yun.
without his liuli glass, he can't see that well, even this close - he relies on the feeling of molly moving against the bed, the sound of fabric shifting, and then, when he talks, he huffs a soft laugh. ]
What am I thinking, then?
[ gu yun's question is wry; he lolls his head to the side to look at molly the best that he can. tilting his head against the pillows gets his hair to spill everywhere, still messy from the night before - his eyes are still half closed, the cinnabar mole under his eye dimmer than the day before, and his expression is pulled into a half smile, even if he was just (internally dying at 100mph). ]
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Hells if I know. Probably something about how talented and wonderful I am. Or it better be, anyway.
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gu yun doesn't even flinch as he gets a finger in his face - he blinks, though, lashes nearly long enough to sweep against molly's fingertip as he's poked in the mole, and then huffs a laugh. he has to wiggle, a bit, but he doesn't squirm out from underneath molly, just turning over to face him and propping his cheek on the inside of his own elbow, turning his head to let him see the other red mark on his earlobe if he wants to poke at that, too. ]
Mm... [ thinking, thinking, thinking........ ] Yes, that's it. Wonderful and talented.
[ his smile's sleepy and a little lazy. ] Or, that I can't see you worth shit, so I hope you're pleased, too. [ snrk. ]
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Shite. Really? Never fucked anyone blind before. [snrk.]
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I'm not blind. [ his vision is just really garbage so he's just blurry ] Besides, I'd feel sorry for someone who was, missing out on waking up to you.
[ the way he says this is just a liiittle too saccharine, a little bit too simpering, but he drops the silliness to the tone after a moment and settles into those warm touches instead, eyes fluttering shut as he scooches closer into his warmth, ankle absently sliding in between his, and tipping his head up a bit for this hair petting, like a pleased, content cat. ]
Think it was worth the wait. [ hehe ]
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[The flick doesn't actually hurt as much as he feels that requires an "ow" in retribution. He huffs a laugh at the silly saccharine bullshit, because that feels right too. Not too serious.]
Shut up. I'm never going to live that one down, am I? Going to go to my third grave hearing you get on my ass about jelly donuts.
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Naturally. I'm charmed to know my voice is what you'll think of in the moment, though. [ so. that is definitely a yes, if how pleased he looks with himself is any indication. terrible!
generally unable to stay too still for too long, gu yun's the one to hum, this time, finding the dangles of the jewels molly tends to wear easily and running his fingers over them, too, eventually touching the curve of one of his horns just because it's there, closing his eyes and just focusing on the feel of them under his fingertips. this is still so fucking wild, and early in the morning after the events of the night before, he's more willing to be exploratory and touchy, a little more freely than he would be normally. molly's got a good way of breaking down his defenses - this time it was just literally.
a beat. ] It is a nice ass, too, so I do intend to ride it. [ its 1230 am im going to bed before i ahve to write anything else like that goodbye ]
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He also appreciates the nice ass comment as bawdy as it is, grinning like a friggin' shark and laughing so loud that all the jewelry on those horns shifts and jingles a bit.]
Oh! Right there. That's the other thing that's going to be ringing in my ears as they lower me into the ground again. Very much looking forward to that.
[ Still laughing softly, but he settles in to be admired - he's much better at staying still, perfectly content. they are just horns, similar to any ram or goat, so he doesn't exactly feel it but the attention is welcome. There's certainly a lot to look at - a gold cap on the left with a pendant of the sun, and silver on the right with its matching twin, the moon. there's even holes seemingly drilled through them at the curve where he's weaved through more baubles and delicate chains. ]
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the loud laugh and following comment has him grinning too, pleased with himself. after a hum in reply, he scoots in that much closer into his space and under molly's arm to examine those charms more properly. a smart person would go grab his liuli glass, but gu yun's way too comfortable at the moment, and he can feel out the shapes of his charms and baubles even if they're a bit blurry.
his fingers gently curl in one of the chains, eventually, giving it a little back and forth as he winds it between his fingertips. ] What made you decide to do all of these?
[ he can hazard a guess at something along the lines of "its pretty", but. ] I don't know many who would pierce themselves at all. [ at least in great liang. ]
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[Tease. he reaches up to toy with one of the jewels himself, the little sun, red crystal (or dyed glass) sparkling in the middle.]
Because it looks nice . . . ? [Well.] And it's always a big help when you're trying to draw attention to yourself to make that attention worthwhile. Certainly when you're reading the cards for someone, they want their guide, their hand of fate, to look the part. Otherwise what are you if not just a horned grifter with a forked tongue.
[And then, a little more honestly:]
And I wanted it to feel like mine. This body. So I thought I'd put my marks on it too. The tattoos, the piercings, the gold and silver. That's me.
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anyway-- that's interesting. he glances to the red crystal, first, letting it draw his eyes, familiar in aesthetic like his moles. molly's explanation makes sense, but... when the second explanation comes, this time, he doesn't slide away from it, bringing his hand away from the chains finally, and letting it drop instead near his neck, finding those ridged scars, the lines where he knows a tattoo begins. his fingers are starting to get a little cold, again, but his touch is exceedingly gentle. ]
Did this body not feel like yours, before?
[ the question's a little more serious, gently picking at the edge of what molly says. magic is still... it's still far beyond him, really, but, gu yun's not stupid, either. ]
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[He can be so dodgy, but then at the same time he drops all these tantalizing little statements. Like he wants to be picked at and then run from it, laughing. Or just that he enjoys a little sprinkling of the fascinating about himself.
He doesn't mind the cold touch, skin shivering a bit under it. He'll find more scars in the tattoos, buried in the colors and swirls of pattern, both below and over the newer ink.]
But it's all mine now! And I intend to keep it that way. Sort of the point of this exercise.
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