EVERYBODY! EVERYBODY!

[lucetimods]

Who: Everybody! Everybody!
What: It's a beach! There's fruit! Love in the air! Classy private rooms in the mountains!
When: From sunrise to midnight! (AND IT'S TODAY! FEBRUARY 18th!)
Where: Out on the beach, centered around the teleporter/tunnel exit area. But it feels like July out there! Ain't that just the shit?
Summary: Summary? Why does this need a summary. I said everything up there. And then I'm gonna say even more after this. Why do we need this field? Seriously, anyone? Anyone? Bueller?
Rating: KEEP IT CLEAN, KIDS. Take your dirty smut to an appointments post!

Long Ago In A Distant Land, Akai, the fully functional fonbot, unleashed a fairly standard mod post. But a foolish player kept asking questions and come on, do you really need to know that much? Now everyone wants to play out their ships and get into fruit shenanigans and undo to evil that is AKAI.

((No, but seriously guys, look at the mod post, you know what to do. Everything you need is there. Mass log post, remember to tag your characters name here, and do your thing.))

OH YEAH! So like, assume there is stands (or you know, beach-appropriate huts) here and there that are stocked up on bathing suits (and curtains you can change behind), stands with beverages, and snacks. Nobody's really operating them, new stuff just gets Shifted there (BUT ONLY IF YOU'RE NOT WATCHING). The Malnosso are the most considerate bro-ginization ever.

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[mountain_sage]

[Saleh can be found in an open area of the beach, sitting in his usual meditation pose. The beach was a different place for him, and just as serene as the woods. And a heck of a lot warmer, too. It's just what he needs to distract his mind from the heartbreak.]

[relictusdeus]

[If not too deep in a meditative trance, Saleh may hear the sound of approaching footsteps stirring the soft sand. Isaac stands before the man he still aches for with every fibre of his being, a fruit in hand - and he takes a bite into its sweet flesh before calmly offering the rest.]

[mountain_sage]

[Yeah, Saleh is a little too deep in the meditation to hear the footsteps. However, he does notice the fruit being handed to him. He raises an eye, as it's...half-eaten.]

[But so many emotions wash over him. Isaac had come back to him, which was a relief, but Saleh also fears being rejected again. Is this love really worth it?]

[Regardless, he can't ignore the kind gesture. He stands calmly and takes the fruit. He examines it carefully before slowly taking a bite out of a part that hadn't been eaten yet.]

[relictusdeus]

[Watching, Isaac then offers his hand to help Saleh up, his eyes soft with longing.]

[mountain_sage]

[Saleh takes his hand as he stands, and just stares at it. It just feels so right to be holding hands right now...]

[relictusdeus]

[On a whim, he raises Saleh's hand and bows his head to press his lips to the back of it with a tenderness most would not expect from him. He looks up with a gentle laugh before straightening. He can't say for the life of him what compelled him to do it - it just seemed necessary.]

[mountain_sage]

I...Isaac...

[Saleh just has...no words. However, the look in his eyes and the blush on his cheeks would probably say more than words ever could at this moment.]

[relictusdeus]

[The devil forgemaster feels a surge of satisfaction and pleasure pass through him.]

Shhh. You need not say a word. [Then, he suggests laughingly:] But... you are welcome to moan, if the urge... overtakes you.

[mountain_sage]

Ah...if you say so...

[Though there was nothing to make him moan...yet.]

[relictusdeus]

[Ah, Saleh, you seem so very sweet and meek to him, all the more desirable. The effect of the fruit is intensely powerful - and not caring to maintain a conversation, he slides an arm around the man and lifts a hand to cradle the back of his head before leaning in to kiss him fully.]

[mountain_sage]

[That actually does prompt a moan from Saleh as he's drawn into the kiss, both physically and emotionally. He closes his eyes as he carefully embraces the devil forgemaster.]

[relictusdeus]

[For all his hunger, his keenness to taste the man's lips and make them his, there is restraint still; it takes every fibre of his being to keep from forcing in his tongue. How surreal it is to feel Saleh's arms sliding around him - and yet, he cannot imagine it any other way. He pulls back reluctantly, his forehead gently pressed to Saleh's.] Perfection in a man's flesh... [He breathes, softly.]