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Kurama ⬤ Yu Yu Hakusho
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moonblessing ⬤ Iris

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un: zeppeli

[casaposa]

Whatever point you're trying to make, it's not coming through. Knock it off.

[roseblooms]

I'm sure I haven't the slightest idea what you could possibly be referring to.

[casaposa]

Don't sit here and play the fool.
You know what this is about.
I won't ask nicely again-knock it off.

[roseblooms]

You don't like them? I would've thought you'd appreciate the extra inventory to redistribute to all of your admirers.

text, un: KUWABARA; 8/12

[machizumo]

I have wings what the fuck

[roseblooms]

You as well, then...

What type of wings? Feathered, or leather?

[machizumo]

Feathers

I though I got away without the animal parts or any of that crap.

[roseblooms]

Well. I'm sorry you've joined in this unfortunate fate. If it's any consolation, we're in this together, at least.

8/15

[bolderfell]

[It's not Triple Moon, not yet. That means, with his shirt tossed somewhere that hasn't mattered in a good while, Therion's back is bare of anything but skin. It glistens faintly as he catches his breath in quiet, never one for words when saying nothing will do.

Most of his scars explain themselves in silence, too. From their first meeting, Kurama rightly surmised that Therion hails from the old school of thievery, all cloaks, daggers, and treasure chests, and his skin corroborates. The old cuts, long and thin, across the lean muscle of his upper body speak of a life long balanced on a knife's edge. It's the cleanest-cut of stories. He fought, he took what he fought for, and he survived. Simple.

But he didn't take the rougher, uglier marks down his back from anything so clean as knives. Too wide, too uneven, too rugged. The blade scars Therion must have collected over time. Some are older, some newer, and none critical. These are different. He took them once, and never again.

He shifts slightly in Kurama's direction and curls two fingers around a lock of his hair, like the color still draws him without the influence of red, red apples.]

[roseblooms]

[It had been easy to rationalize himself into this, because Therion had asked first.

That's the problem with Iris and all the things it signifies; he's too controlled and too proud and too proud of his control to ever let himself surrender to the indulgences it makes him crave. He's not a prey animal, not a doe or a rabbit or a thing that foxes hunt. He doesn't show his belly or his throat for anyone. He doesn't go into heat. He doesn't turn tail and beg.

But Therion is the one that asked for this, so fundamentally it doesn't matter what he derives out of it in return. The important thing is, he didn't surrender. He didn't cave to Iris's whims. He accepted a business transaction when it was offered; he might just as easily have done the same if it hadn't been Iris.

He's lived a long time. His age is reflected in his skill at crafting pretty lies.

Right now, all that really matters is that the bed is soft and warm with their shared body heat, and the way Therion's tousled too-long hair falls over his eyes when it's sex-rumpled is charming, and for the first time in a few days, the raging urges inside him have settled to a low simmer. Therion has a few new scratches reddening his shoulders — too shallow to have broken skin, but there for him to admire until a good night's sleep fades the irritation away.]

Hm.

[It's a satisfied noise, halfway to a purr. It's also like he's testing the atmosphere to see if it will break if words are introduced to it.]

If you pull my hair, you'll be pickpocketing with four fingers from now on, instead of five.

[He snaps his teeth once on thin air, more playful than anything else.]

[bolderfell]

[Break, no. Not at all. The return of sound and speech to the contented pleasure between them only shifts the quality of it, like ripples changing the color of a still pond's surface. In response to Kurama's words--natural as a note accompanying the press of a piano key, left-hand B--Therion voices a half-chuckle and rolls over a little more, well-used and agreeable.

He likes Kurama. Kurama isn't easy by any means, not when every interaction feels like a dance half-improvised with a partner too skilled to trust. But that doesn't stop the game of it from being fun, or familiar. Doesn't stop it from feeling like a relief, either. Most days, it costs Therion more to keep his guard down.

And it's nice to have someone he can call on casually and have this--the stinging lines on his shoulders and good, lingering aches he doesn't have to think about. And Kurama himself is nice, more than nice, to look at. Or to take in in other ways.

So Therion doesn't stop the corner of his mouth from curling up. Words aren't too hard to scrounge up, either.]

And my hair's fair game. I see how it is.

[Could be an observation. Could be an offer for the future. Doesn't sound like Therion minds either way.

Still, even if Kurama's warning was mostly offered in play, he takes the substance of it seriously. Mostly is only mostly, after all. So, without pulling, he strokes the pad of his thumb appraisingly down the strands like a jeweler examining fine filigree.]

You keep it so long. It doesn't get caught in things?

[roseblooms]

[Toys, he thinks idly as he lazes there, watching the way skin and muscle move as Therion shifts to get more comfortable, the rest of his hair a spill of crimson across the pillowcase but for the one strand ensnared in his curious fingers. That's what other foxes tended to call their lovers (because of course there had been other kitsune besides him, in Demon World, it's just that after a while that sort of stopped mattering when the name Youko became interchangeable with him), back there and back then. Toys and playthings, remarked without malice or disdain; it was simply what they were. Not mates, not pack, just — a word was needed for it, and that was what stuck.

Therion is an entertaining toy. His hands are clever and his eyes are sharp; he's more of a devil than he lets on, and that appeals to the demon in Kurama as much as his appreciation for beauty does to the human in him. If he only had wings —

What a sudden, unsettling notion. If he only had wings. Black bat wings to match his lazy smile, and all of a sudden it occurs to Kurama why the interplay between them, the cockiness and admiration, why it all feels so familiar in a way he hadn't quite been able to place.

Therion looks nothing like Kuronue. And yet if he closed his eyes and stayed still, and let him work, there might be a moment when he would find himself hard-pressed to make the distinction.]

I kept it short when I was younger. It didn't suit me.

[He reaches for Therion's face, fingers skimming along his cheek while his thumb presses gently against the pad of his lower lip — admiring in his own way, only more bold.]

Besides, I used to have nine tails. After learning to manage those, navigating long hair is nothing.

sometime idk man

[jaganshi]

[ He'd been a little out of place in Caihong. Granted, Hiei was a little out of place in many places, so that wasn't necessarily anything new and exciting to go by, really. Thankfully he and Shishi had missed one another in passing, or the other demon wasn't there as often as he made it seem. No matter what, the Chroma had been spent, a few bottles of the questionable apparition liquor passed over, and Hiei was soon making leaps and bounds over rooftops to get back to their little piece of Lunatia for the evening.

Boredom generally drove Hiei to try new things, here. It's easy to lose interest in many things when one goes from doing much strenuous physical activity and training all day, probably nearly getting his head knocked off his shoulders to... whatever the hell Lunatia was. Mostly trying to train to some intensity here by himself, somehow, which was near on impossible.

Finding viable places to spar, or something similar? Likewise difficult. Over all, he's edgy and annoyed about the entire ordeal, raring to find a fight or a reason to be given to fight someone for his own easy pickings. Typically he wouldn't bother but...

At this point he's getting desperate.

The fire demon still prefers to enter through the window, which he does easily enough, bottles gentle clanking together as he settles his feet on the floor and makes a quick path toward the kitchen. Bottles settled on the counter, Hiei updates the youko since he knows he's here somewhere and can hear him, casual enough - ]

I got three. Since I'm not sure how much it will take.

[roseblooms]

You're back. That was fast.

[He's fresh out of the shower, actually, by the time that Hiei gets back, which means that for once instead of crisp collared shirts and chinos and grandpa sweaters, Kurama turns up in a soft cotton shirt and a pair of shorts with a bathrobe thrown on over. His hair is dry enough not to be dripping but still in that fluffy freshly-dried state, and the fact that it's such is as close to a guarantee as any that for once, there are no seeds tucked away in his hair.

Not that it really matters; since they got the apartment, he's made sure there are plants in every room, from little succulents to spider plants to herbs lined up on the windowsills. It's nothing that someone not in the know would find suspicious in any way, and it's something that anyone in the know would recognize immediately for what it is.

Regardless, he pauses in the doorway and leans against the frame, raising his eyebrows with interest.]

I presume we'll start with one, and carry on from there?

[jaganshi]

Was I meant to take a while? [ Of course even if he was Hiei would've had a hard time with that. At the moment Hiei's a little too wrapped up in the scent of Kurama and soap, if he's honest. Once he's gotten rid of his cloak, of course gremlin enough to just toss it across the back of the couch, it's a b-line for Kurama.

Now that they've.. sorted things, so to speak.. Hiei's not hesitant to reach out and touch when the urge so strikes him. Which, for the moment, manifests in reaching out to gently card fingers through that bright red hair, freshly washed. Sure, he's not totally sure he won't at the very least get chided for it.. but sue him. He wants to touch now that he's allowed, and it's a small enough fond motion that Kurama knows.

At least this time on his window entrance he didn't manage to potentially injure a plant and sour Kurama's mood, so that's a plus. ]

Hn. Fine by me. I'll be surprised if one bottle is enough.. [ Hiei shrugs, retreating from his moment to touch to instead grab a bottle, claw flicking along the seal at the neck and top of the bottle to begin opening it. ]

Glasses or bottle?

[ Gremlin. ]

[roseblooms]

[Well, well, hello. It's a dangerous thing, Hiei putting himself into Kurama's personal space like that — for a given value of dangerous, that is. He'll have to endure the indignity of Kurama bending down a little to brush a kiss against his covered Jagan.

But it's an exchange that resolves itself as quickly as it begins, and off Hiei zips to retrieve one of the bottles, and thus pop the cork on their mutual mistake-making along with that of the actual container of booze.

Which, as soon as it's uncapped, lets out a miasma that gets a grimace out of Kurama and his oversensitive nose.]

...It's like a cross between paint thinner and demon sulfur. Whew.

8/30 or /31, after Queen Tempeste surrenders; un: T.leaf

[bolderfell]

Hey. You and your partner still standing after all that?

[roseblooms]

Well, well, look who it is. An anonymous caller wearing his identity on his sleeve for a change.

We're all right. He's waterlogged and I'm worn out from keeping him under wraps, but no permanent damage done.

[bolderfell]

Doubt anyone I don't like is going to dig my telephone handle out of your telephone mailbox.

Anyway. Glad to hear it. You busy with him right now?

Text / un : hiei

[jaganshi]

Are you hungry?

I have two free ramen bowls left.

[roseblooms]

Famished, honestly. A ramen dinner would be nice.

No change in Kuwabara's condition. We may need to branch out into more experimental methods, soon.

[jaganshi]

I’ll stop then. Any particular requests?

There is an elf that was offering potions. I’ve asked about what he can do to restore a human back to at least non-crystal.

I could always light a fire under him. Literally.

un: Tretecvoer

[miraclewhip]

do you have not-sleeping plants

the sleeping plant worked good so.
you know
not going to insult your intelligence by explaining why id want it
there's only so much dirt juice i can bring my partner before she starts shaking and probably speaking forgotten languages and summoning demons

no offense i just like the demons that i have around right now i dont want new ones

also consider this a wake the fuck up message if you don't

[roseblooms]

Oh, believe me, I have more not-sleeping plants than you can possibly imagine.

Well, not really, but I have a lot of them. I've been using them lately. I don't want to go to sleep any more than you or your partner seem to want to.

[...]

I'm not afraid of him, you know. That's not why I'm not going to sleep.

I just don't feel like making any more of a mess than I already have.

[Is he oversharing on account of sleep deprivation, without really thinking about it? PERHAPS.]

[miraclewhip]

if you have any to spare id appreciate it for
you know
the obvious reasons
at this ppint i think demon plants are probably healthier than more coffy
i have chroma to pay for it this time unless your going to price gouge which
couldnt blame you given
probably a whole lot of demand

wait
afraid of whonow??