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diamondsfortears2023-06-13 12:17 amTDM for folkmore thread
..::|| 3. What I Once Saw on a Screen ||::..
Daia had just finished cleaning when he noticed his string. It lead to the door, which he opened, noticing the string go far into the distance. He looks at the finger its tied to. He'd heard about the red string of fate in Japan. His cheeks turn pink as he thinks about it. Could it be the person he's supposed to spend the rest of his life with? His heart pounds as he throws on a jacket and runs for as long as he can to follow it. He wants answers, and he hopes its one that will make him happy.
The weather worsening makes him glad he wore his coat, but it certainly still feels the growing cold. Seeing the shack is certainly something he's grateful for. He supposes he could wait out this storm within. But he notices the string leads here, too.
He pauses on the doorstep a moment. Whoever is on the other side, maybe he's meant to be with. Will it be someone new? Or someone he already knows. A face comes to mind, and a bit of hope, as he pushes the door open. His eyes follow the string to find... a knitted blanket. Is this how the stories are supposed to go? And then notices you attached to it as well. If you're a boy, his blush will only grow more. If you're a girl, you might notice the ear-like tufts of hair on his head lower just a bit. But either way.
"H-hi."
Daia had just finished cleaning when he noticed his string. It lead to the door, which he opened, noticing the string go far into the distance. He looks at the finger its tied to. He'd heard about the red string of fate in Japan. His cheeks turn pink as he thinks about it. Could it be the person he's supposed to spend the rest of his life with? His heart pounds as he throws on a jacket and runs for as long as he can to follow it. He wants answers, and he hopes its one that will make him happy.
The weather worsening makes him glad he wore his coat, but it certainly still feels the growing cold. Seeing the shack is certainly something he's grateful for. He supposes he could wait out this storm within. But he notices the string leads here, too.
He pauses on the doorstep a moment. Whoever is on the other side, maybe he's meant to be with. Will it be someone new? Or someone he already knows. A face comes to mind, and a bit of hope, as he pushes the door open. His eyes follow the string to find... a knitted blanket. Is this how the stories are supposed to go? And then notices you attached to it as well. If you're a boy, his blush will only grow more. If you're a girl, you might notice the ear-like tufts of hair on his head lower just a bit. But either way.
"H-hi."
fracturedbeauty2017-03-14 09:21 pmYour breath, it is dear. So please stay near.
Yukari will let him think that way. For now. If only because continuuing to argue is becoming a chore in and of itself in between the moments of bliss. Fine, he'll allow Curufin to think of him as sweet for the evening.
When the hands slide down Yukari's back, he finds himself arching upward against the Elf. He can feel the different sensations of teasing delight coax themselves along his spine. His natural reactions to the urges. What a strange feeling desire is. He can feel his breathing get heavier as their tongues brush against each other as the kisses get deeper. And along with the sweet kisses on his cheeks, the warmth of Curufin's eyes, he allows himself to feel the depths of those sensations and what feelings they trigger as he gives back deeper, more passionate kisses of his own.
Finally, when he feels like the moment is right, he presses back against Curufin firmly, as if to guide him back out of the kitchen, attempting to continue those delightful and warm kisses. He finds it difficult to pay attention to where they're going or the placement of the footing. Both from Curufin being taller than him and for trying to remaining engaged in locking his lips with the Elf's soft own.
When the hands slide down Yukari's back, he finds himself arching upward against the Elf. He can feel the different sensations of teasing delight coax themselves along his spine. His natural reactions to the urges. What a strange feeling desire is. He can feel his breathing get heavier as their tongues brush against each other as the kisses get deeper. And along with the sweet kisses on his cheeks, the warmth of Curufin's eyes, he allows himself to feel the depths of those sensations and what feelings they trigger as he gives back deeper, more passionate kisses of his own.
Finally, when he feels like the moment is right, he presses back against Curufin firmly, as if to guide him back out of the kitchen, attempting to continue those delightful and warm kisses. He finds it difficult to pay attention to where they're going or the placement of the footing. Both from Curufin being taller than him and for trying to remaining engaged in locking his lips with the Elf's soft own.