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▾ tdm .005

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▵ ye xiu

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(from here.)

[ no one would blame him for getting caught in this particular gravitational pull. they're big enough for it... the ero-ero beast is practically its own constellation, if we're talking about the star power at play. it seems to be good enough for the foxes, at any rate, who have their picture evidence in hand.

not that anyone would be able to tell with the way he looks caught between a beaming smile and wanting to sink into the earth. ]

N-Nothing like that! I swam a lot when I was younger... ah, I still like it now too! And my job is pretty physical, in a way...

[ turning his gaze down, the angle does nothing to cool his face off. ]

...do you get the chance to come to the beach often?

[ lookin at your hoodie. ]

▵ ren

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[ what teas he likes? hum. ryuu looks skyward in thought. in case ren hadn't guessed by now (or naturally known, seeing as how ryuu is like a defenseless baby animal at points -), he's very much a go-with-the-flow sort of person. ]

There aren't a lot of bad ones in general! I was learning more about black teas lately, because I wanted to try brewing my own...

[ with a pop of his fist into his opposite hand as an aha gesture, he still smiles after all the manhandling. ]

But if it's sweet and iced, melon is the best. What about you?

▾ event .005

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▵ ye xiu

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[ just when ryuu thought the foxes had their fill of fun, a whole ass festival erupts onto lower lunatia, greater than what the small processions ever implied when he came planetside. honestly, it almost seems too big for him at first, what with magic and legend all over the streets - but then again, aside from the beaches, caihong is the most similarly styled to home. it gives him a pang of homesickness now and again, but he knows he can't dwell.

for better or worse, he has to make do here. and ryuu is a social creature at heart, when he sees something like this, he wants to go and share it - who better then 1. someone who looks like they could use a night out, and 2. one of two people who helped him get settled?

which is why ryuu's paused at one of the first festival stalls with his neighbor in tow, immediately drawn in by the colorful displays of yukatas and other summertime accessories. they're styled a little differently than what he's used to -

but it's not a big concern! he smiles at his companion, who he all but dragged out... ]

Look! Do you want to try wearing one around? I bet this'll be a lot more comfortable, since it's so warm out still.

▾ oct ⬤⬤⬤

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▵ love & game

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[ turns out, this whole moon situation isn't an exact science. which ryuu knew early on, given their whims had no rhyme or reason, not like the moon back home and he could depend on to pull the waves, like clockwork. or at least he thought he knew. here, whatever clock he's wanted to depend on is a mess of hands, much like he is, on his knees in a sea of sheets that aren't his own, in an apartment that also isn't his own.

at midmonth, there's only the barest hint of sanguis in the sky, but that red moon still has sway over him. it still runs flush in his veins. he'd learned to steel against cordis and its power of attraction, but iris... iris is still new. visiting sougo at this time had made him all too aware of how raw he is to the effects. it took what felt like was seconds to smell him, heat wreathed in affection. a gentleness worth laying bare. boundaries crashed at about the same time ryuu did, the need to possess so strong that it's a wonder they'd even managed to wind up somewhere as forgiving as sougo's bed.

it's a blur. depend on him, ryuu had said - for chroma, yes, but for anything, really - and later, when he's desperate to sew the buttons he'd carelessly torn from sougo's shirt back on, ryuu will wonder if he meant it like this. ryuu has sougo flat on his back, poised on his knees between his pale thighs, coated in sweat. one hand pins a delicate wrist above his head, and the other clutches to the sheets beside him for traction as he moves inside him with measured strength. his broad hips keep sougo's legs parted each time their bodies meet, inviting them to bend around him, to let him angle deep.

moon or no, ryuu is ryuu. he has so much to give, even when he's taking. time's a little hazy at this point and he doesn't know how long he's been at this. clothes have been left both torn open and cast aside; ryuu left bright red claw marks up sougo's thigh in his eagerness to rake his pants away. his temples are damp, hair tousled. when he leans in to kiss hard at his neck, he's panting -

it's been tempting to get his teeth into his pulse, but he hasn't gone so far yet on his own, the better parts of him remembering well what sanguis can do. ]

▾ event .008

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▵ ye xiu

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[ ryuu wouldn't consider himself an overly superstitious person, or even all that easy to frighten in situations like this. sure, there's no comparing the ethereal crystals of the prismals' graveyard to the haunted houses of home, but even with those stark differences in mind, it's difficult to keep the chill from settling in. walking the grounds, he feels less like an outsider than he'd expect. there are processions carrying on all around that he politely stays clear of, and he only spends enough time with the statues to get the barest prickle of anxiety on his skin, not even enough to raise the hair on the back of his neck.

aside from the crystal structures of the resting prismals, there's one thing that does draw his attention. the emerald light flowing from the outskirts of the cemetery, the sound of rushing water. it'd be hard to believe, if he wasn't seeing it - this halo of water crowning the place, guarding it as a ribcage guards flesh. even from a distance, it's striking. beautiful in the way something perilous usually is. like the seas.

and apparently, he's not the only one to think so. coming closer, ryuu notices someone near the water. too near. his steps slow and his heart stalls. not only because it looks like the person is going to dangerously tip right in, but because he realizes he knows him. ]

Hey - Ye Xiu?!

[ it's him, right? frozen, he holds his breath a moment before thinking to go to him, and in that space he hears...

a song? from the river? is that what ye xiu is being drawn in by? ]

▵ ayer

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[ this wouldn't be the first time ryuu's selflessness landed him in trouble. what seemed like a harmless prank had proven to be a very real threat with consequences that even he struggles to navigate. when the app connected him to another moonblessed, he couldn't have known how disastrous the next steps would be. ryuu has nothing to confess, his experiences and his sins seeming so pale in comparison to the people around him. seeing his partner struggle, it welled in him until it burst - "You don't have to answer!" - and this was the result of his compassion. clutching, prying, freezing hands, dragging and dragging until everything fell cold, black, and quiet.

when ryuu came to, it was to stunning reality that he no longer existed. at least, not as he knows it. he can't see himself, and even the edges of his thoughts feel faint and blurred, as if they too want to fade out. what was once quiet now erupts, the voices warring all around him, from eras and peoples he doesn't know. such cries feel like they'll split whatever it is that he's made of right now, and leave him to disappear forever.

he is... scared.

and his panic inspires him to move just to prove to himself that he still has that agency. through his building, between floors. he doesn't know how to communicate, or where to go. time flows strangely, and he has no idea how long he wanders before he finds himself outside a familiar door.

of all the sharp people he knows, maybe -

he doesn't have to knock, or press the button to enter. ryuu simply places his palm against the door and it melts through the barrier until he finds himself standing in the familiar dimness of ayer's apartment. he looks around, desperation rising. ]

Ayer...?

[ can he even be heard right now? ]

▾ nov

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▵ shuu

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[ so, his last couple attempts at this haven't been so sterling. intentions only going so far is a hard-won lesson; though kind, ryuu is stubborn and meddlesome and just can't let things go once he's got it in his mind that he wants to help. he can't put it aside entirely, but he does realize... he doesn't really know shuu at all. maybe he was being the unfair one, in the end.

not that shuu's agreement to give it another try had alluded to that, but old habits die hard. still, he's here to talk, and to have a good drink. when he shows up to the place he let shuu pick, he's dressed nice, as usual - black, white, denim - and a few minutes early, also as usual.

before going in, he lingers outside to fish his phone out of his pocket and send off a text: ]

I'm walking up. Are you inside already?

▵ adra

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[ it's not often that ryuu finds a flash of nervousness seated in his gut during the sanguis moon. usually, it's other less suppressive things that take root there, but today, some of that energy has been funneled into the pursuit of knowledge. and the noble goal of not lighting his apartment on fire by practicing this kind of thing on his own. (thanks, moonstone necklace.)

ryuu isn't someone who's ever turned to the newfound magic in him as a first resort. many aspects of sanguis frightened him, and he's learned to curb its territorial aggression somewhat, to make this overwhelming presence his own. fire, though... that one's still new.

with that in mind, he makes his way from the second floor to the sixth to meet with someone who'd offered him a hand. finding the door for the elf in question, he gives a knock. ]

Adra! It's me.

▵ josuke

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[ it starts with a simple text, shot over to josuke a little before noontime: ]

Hey! Are you hungry? I made lunch, if you're free!

[ of course, ryuu isn't so much being disingenuous as he is... banking on the element of surprise! because while he did make lunch, he also packed up a generous stack of bentos for josuke to take home with him. they're nothing super overdone or prismagram worthy, but they're healthy and filling, full up of the things his brothers liked when he was still back home, making them their lunches.

with that line cast, he waits, working on little odds and ends for the actual lunch he's making. ]

▵tdm .009

[roofwalker]

( ooc: continued from here! )

( ryuu is, indeed, performing a vital and valiant task: he's extracting the troublesome catboy from the wreck he's made of the yarn, and he's doing it in a way that causes the least amount of damage to either the yarn itself or anyone who might've tried to interfere in a far less understanding and gentle way than he had. as they move on from the place where the yarn had been stored, a handful of people from the onlooking crowd split off to attend to it, murmuring in a variety of tones as they set to try to recover the yarn back into their original, spherical shapes.

asato looks down at where their hands are ever-so-slightly intertwined, puzzling over why the feeling of touch feels oddly warm, oddly comforting, all in a way that's decidedly different, even from his very limited experience in such things.

he doesn't dislike it, though, so he doesn't pull away. asato forms gut impressions on others very quickly, and his instincts towards ryuu are positive. he seems so gentle, so nice... he feels a little entranced, following without thought or concern. )

Mm... It is difficult for good clothes to be made, so you have to be careful.

( they don't have department stores in sisa...

they make their way to the chairs arranged in the knitting circle and what ryuu had left behind just a few moments before. asato increases his pace to get closer, wide-eyed as he sees the needles. his tail flicks to and fro with interest, and he looks back over to ryuu with eyes so full of questions he scarcely needed to ask, ) How?

winter date!

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[ truth be told, hearing back from the guy had summoned the memory of a liquor-wet tongue quicker than it had brought with it a name; something complicated when the way they met had been anything but, pleasantly unfamiliar enough with the voice on the phone to have not earned a nickname that went any deeper than "party boy" or "sharp jaw" or, in a way that ached pleasantly, "soft eyes". ]

[ it's not his first time falling for something like that. ]

[ found it in the laundry, he'd said. Guanshan vaguely remembers pawing his way around a costume with idle distraction, draping across broad shoulders, being blurry-drunk and loose and wanting. it had just been luck of the draw — this would be a willful continuation. ]

[ sure, is all he says when they agree to meet again, and Guanshan staunchly pushes off the thought of it being a date but shows up in his best clothing anyway: jeans that actually fit and don't have holes, a pair of sneakers that haven't seen him at his worst, an orange bomber that hangs too loose on him and skull-printed scarf he hasn't thought of at least 3 ways of offering in a way that seems casual during daydreams. maybe it's the hair that actually has product in it for a change that announces a little too loudly: he's made an effort. ]

[ cutting through the colors and sparkling lights beginning to dot the downtown square with festive cheer, he jogs enough across the scramble in Lunatia's town square to meet Ryuu when and where promised, his breath a drawn-out fog moistening the crisp air. ]

Hey. [ ...he was really drunk to have gone for this one, he now realizes, standing face-to-face with him again. damn, outta my league much is the first thought that crosses his mind. ]

▾ jan

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I'm really here starting off your new year with a/b/o

[finethanks]

[Eichi can't really recall the last five minutes that brought them to his apartment. He'd been so focused on every move Ryuu made. The twitch of his ears, his tail, the look in his eyes and that subtle angle to his smile.

Now, they're back in the living area by the glass doors of his balcony, Eichi with his hands balled into the front of Ryuu's shirt, ears perked up and tail twitching behind him as he pushes him back into the glass. A teacup was definitely knocked over somewhere in the process, along with the tea inside of it. Maybe even two. Eichi's not keeping track. What were they talking about? What were they going to do? All he can think about is Ryuu all over him, him all over Ryuu, his smell, his taste, the feeling of him— he's not the wolf here but he still bites into the kiss, hard enough to encourage this triple moon even further.

After all, he can heal like this. He's not worried at all about his health. This chroma sparking between them is only fuel to a fire that's already burning wildly, and he feels like he'll never be satisfied.]

it is triple moon .... this got long but u dont have to match

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[ When Josuke had noticed that vacancy in Ryuu's company for a bodyguard and assistant position, he applied immediately. The opening actually came at an apt time. Not only has he been looking for a similar job ever since Lottie went home, but he's also been thinking about a way to stay closer to Ryuu so that he could protect him from future dangerous situations. Josuke's made a lot of friends since coming to Lunatia, but Ryuu happens to be one of the few with little actual fighting ability. That makes Josuke more protective over him. He's also becoming more and more popular, and that only exposes him to more dangerous situations.

The first few days of the job were a little difficult for them both (mostly Ryuu) to get used to, with Josuke trying to take over the older man's more menial tasks and Ryuu feeling bad that someone was trying to do things for him. Eventually, they did arrive at a sort of compromise that mostly involved Ryuu relenting and allowing Josuke to wait on him when he was especially busy with rehearsals. It's a job Josuke does enjoy -- like being paid to be a responsible friend. Getting coffee, warding off creeps and carrying bags all fall under the category of 'things Josuke would have done anyway'. Managing a schedule is something he picked up while working under Lottie.

It's only when Iris rolled in, that things started to get tricky. Iris does that to people - it amplifies their existing feelings of fondness and throws in a hunger for touch. He already thinks Ryuu is kinder than most. Under Iris, he wants nothing more than to hold the man's hand or be close to him somehow. Thankfully, Josuke's done a pretty good job keeping all that in check.

Today, there's a photoshoot that he needs to follow Ryuu too, and he's outside Ryuu's door, knocking at it. According to the organizer, it's supposed to be a Sanguis photoshoot that featured the star's animal features, but due to scheduling issues it was put during the Triple Moon instead. ]

Hey, Ryuu? Think we gotta go soon. [ Come to think of it, Ryuu has seen him during Iris (with his fangs, bat wings and glasses), but Josuke's never seen him during Sanguis. As he waits for the door to open, he's really curious now about how the other man will present. His personality doesn't seem to suit his moon at all. ]

▵ gaku

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[ dense as ryuu is most days, there are a few things he's good at picking up on. too good, maybe. 3CLIPSE is really the crowning jewel of eichi and gaku's effort, the physical manifestation of their love for their work and people who accompany them on this path they're blazing through a new world. it's no surprise to ryuu at all that gaku is pouring everything he has into it, but for a while - something about it has seemed tense, nearly brittle. his eyes are sharper, actions terser. gaku is often more honest and kinder than he ever lets on thanks to his fiery demeanor, but maybe that's why it's been bothering ryuu to see him dulled like this.

so it's late at the agency one moonless night when ryuu makes his way through the corridor to gaku's office where he can see the light still shining through the glass. just like he thought. coming up on the door, ryuu gives a quiet tap of his knuckles on the jamb and then leans in. his own coat is in his arms, alongside gaku's. ]

Gaku. [ soft, coaxing. ] Do you have a minute?

▾ feb

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▵ kogami

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[ in his time under the influence of sanguis, ryuu has adapted to many things. the siren song in his blood that calls for more blood, the raging fires that sway his mood, his desires, even the lay of his body - besetting him with fuzzy appendages that soften the severity of this dominant moonblessing. like with most situations, ryuu strikes a balance. the overwhelming violence tempered with his unconditional warmth, the size of his presence used to calm and measure others like him.

but today, this is unlike most situations. ryuu awakens not to bare skin and unruly bedhead, but four legs and a thick, mussed up coat.

let's just say in his initial panic, he didn't quite understand how having four legs and four equally gigantic paws worked, so he bolted up with a yelp, toppled out of bed, probably woke half the lower floor, and spent the next few minutes whining pathetically and trying to nose his way out of his sheets.

eventually, after reorienting himself and loping around his apartment to get a better feel for his gait, he managed to cram his sizable snout beneath the window ledge he'd left ajar, wriggling until it opened up and let him out into the world. in times like these, he craves a familiar face, a familiar scent - and so he slips along the streets and back alleys down to level 3, towards a familiar apartment in caihong.

which is how ryuu, in all his wolfy glory, winds up at the door to kogami's apartment, only to realize... he can't get in. he paces a moment before just plopping down on his haunches and barking once, letting it trail into a whine. ]

▵ eichi

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[ it's not something that ryuu sits on for long. ryuu is already terrible at keeping things a secret, whether it be by simple omission or little white lies - avoidance seems to be the only thing that's totally foolproof, and even then, that's not even something he wants to do in this instance. he's just taken a day or so to try and decide on how he wants to present this, knowing full well what it looks like. just throwing it in as an afterthought to their busy days reminiscent of home seems too plain, but arranging a night around it seems too overdone... it hadn't seemed this complicated when he'd come across the items in the shop, but hindsight is 20/20.

in the end, ryuu winds up standing outside of the dna building in modest, casual layers after arriving home for the night. it's still chilly out, the clear, windy sky overhead blanching of its daytime color as evening creeps in, but ryuu finds himself trapped in his own warmth regardless.

eventually, he finds himself back at the simplest solution, looking at his device as he sends off an innocuous text: ]

Hey, Eichi-kun. Do you have some time?

[ it's a message he's sent many times, and yet his heart's not calm at all. ]

▾ may

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▵ sougo

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[ for many reasons, an invitation to visit from sougo lightens ryuu's heart. having someone from home to rely on throughout these months in lunatia has helped him settle into things much more quickly than he would have managed on his own, he's sure. that, and ryuu likes the familiarity. it's bloomed in a much more conscious way between them, that barrier of propriety usually reserved for a working relationship having come down, for the most part. ...without the help of a drink or several. (not that that wasn't still fun, but apples and oranges!)

so it's without too much fanfare, dressed light for the upcoming warmer months, that ryuu makes his way to sougo's apartment, giving a pleasant knock before announcing himself. in the other hand, he has a tote with a bottle of wine, because he wouldn't be caught dead being inhospitable at a friend's house. (turns out, apples and oranges are still both fruit.) ]

Sougo-kun? It's me.

▾ misc catch-all

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