[ 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.
[ see - that's something gu yun really, really likes about molly. he is endlessly fascinating, in ways that might not be so fascinating to someone more familiar with his kind and ways that might be, alike. gu yun is naturally a curious person - he seeks answers when he wants to find them, unravels mysteries and conspiracies alike because he can. he's just interesting, a person who represents a whole host of mysteries that gu yun has never even begun to consider. each time he learns something else, something else keeps him guessing, and each thing he picks up on, he likes, too. if those little facts he drops are tempting a game of keepaway, then gu yun's quick to play tag. maybe that's what makes molly such an incredible storyteller, such an amazing fortune teller. maybe they're just compatible, in ways he hasn't really ever been with... nearly anyone, really, in his whole life. whatever it is, he's going to keep coming back for more.
the shiver catches his interest - brings back hallmarks of the night before, actually - and gu yun follows the ridge of a scar outwards to a swirl of ink, tracing the patterns with his bowstring-calloused fingertips, just for the sake of following them. an endless, easy sort of drift, trailing along in that sparked interest as he listens to what he says. ]
Good. [ his answer's quite confident for someone who only just got to really explore this body a few hours ago, but, hey! what do you expect out of him at this point. (maybe it's a good, don't die? who knows.) the tracing of his fingertips continues, until eventually - gu yun pokes him in a hickey that he absolutely left on his neck the night before. hehe. ] Hope you don't mind the marks of others on it, either, then.
[ It's an interesting dilemma to mollymauk, who almost resents the digging from every other too curious onlooker trying to uncover the secrets of his colorful stories, that he doesn't seem to mind gu yun looking for the same. feeling like a fairytale picturebook instead of a frightening children's story. gu yun is quick and too clever by half and, obviously, very pretty.
he leans over to kiss him again, gently, just because he can. honestly, it's rare for him to spend so long with someone like this, normally leaving bed after an appropriate amount of time to go find a bath or shower or return to his friends. but he's trying something new. and his friend is right here?]
Leave as many as you like. [Oh - a snort laugh.] Did I tell you I gave Wrath a tattoo?
[ the kiss is well received, for the moment scattering his thoughts. gu yun turns the idea over in his head briefly of chasing after him for another - really indulging, for someone who is usually out running strategy plans or arranging a battlefield early in the morning - but then molly says that.
there’s a beat. ] What? [ and then, a second later, ] Where?
I was trying to think of good ideas for an indulgence, and I thought, oh, letting someone else give me a tattoo. I'm terribly proud of them. But they thought I'd do a better job leaving one on them.
[Shrug.]
And on the shoulder. They-- [he gestures.] Weirdly kept the hood on. But they definitely have bodies under there.
[ huh. well. that makes sense, and it sounds prideful enough. his fingers tap briefly against the ink at his neck, as if processing it. ]
I’ve wondered if perhaps there’s something keeping them from sharing their faces - though, perhaps they’re just shy. [ envy unmasks like two days after this thread in public it’s fine.
anyway. it has to be or the other, doesn’t it? as usual molly has the other perspective. he hasn’t even thought that they wouldn’t have bodies but again, what is magic.... thoughtful, he adds - ] I suppose knowing you’ve gotten to leave a mark on someone that no one else has counts in its own way.
What does a being who won’t show you their face ask for, in a tattoo? Or did you get to choose?
his tail thumps the bed while he thinks this over.]
I got to choose! And they did mention dicks so much I was tempted. Now that I'm thinking about it, it should have definitely been a dick. [huff. he was too nice.] And I have the needle and ink. If you want anything.
Ow. [ the same, perfunctory ouch, because that didn't actually hurt. he's grinning like a little shit, though. ]
I'd take that over the needle, thank you. If the gods handed me something perfect, then no need to make any changes to it, hm? [ looks at all of his scars. sure, bud. ]
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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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the shiver catches his interest - brings back hallmarks of the night before, actually - and gu yun follows the ridge of a scar outwards to a swirl of ink, tracing the patterns with his bowstring-calloused fingertips, just for the sake of following them. an endless, easy sort of drift, trailing along in that sparked interest as he listens to what he says. ]
Good. [ his answer's quite confident for someone who only just got to really explore this body a few hours ago, but, hey! what do you expect out of him at this point. (maybe it's a good, don't die? who knows.) the tracing of his fingertips continues, until eventually - gu yun pokes him in a hickey that he absolutely left on his neck the night before. hehe. ] Hope you don't mind the marks of others on it, either, then.
[ oops. not even remotely sorry. ]
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he leans over to kiss him again, gently, just because he can. honestly, it's rare for him to spend so long with someone like this, normally leaving bed after an appropriate amount of time to go find a bath or shower or return to his friends. but he's trying something new. and his friend is right here?]
Leave as many as you like. [Oh - a snort laugh.] Did I tell you I gave Wrath a tattoo?
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there’s a beat. ] What? [ and then, a second later, ] Where?
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[Shrug.]
And on the shoulder. They-- [he gestures.] Weirdly kept the hood on. But they definitely have bodies under there.
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I’ve wondered if perhaps there’s something keeping them from sharing their faces - though, perhaps they’re just shy. [ envy unmasks like two days after this thread in public it’s fine.
anyway. it has to be or the other, doesn’t it? as usual molly has the other perspective. he hasn’t even thought that they wouldn’t have bodies but again, what is magic.... thoughtful, he adds - ] I suppose knowing you’ve gotten to leave a mark on someone that no one else has counts in its own way.
What does a being who won’t show you their face ask for, in a tattoo? Or did you get to choose?
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[lmao
his tail thumps the bed while he thinks this over.]
I got to choose! And they did mention dicks so much I was tempted. Now that I'm thinking about it, it should have definitely been a dick. [huff. he was too nice.] And I have the needle and ink. If you want anything.
[Grinning, sly. Do not take this offer.]
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Don't put a dick on me.
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Again.
[ ha ]
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Didn't hear you complaining much . . .
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I'd take that over the needle, thank you. If the gods handed me something perfect, then no need to make any changes to it, hm? [ looks at all of his scars. sure, bud. ]
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No, I should think not.
[Huff.]
Listen, not to ruin a perfectly good thing, but should we actually get up?
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