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[foreversembrace]

INVENTORY:


-A futuristic looking collar the aliens use to control their human pets will be already on his neck on arrival. The color (green or red) indicates the wearer’s mood. It’s not explicitly told how the collars work, but I’m choosing to play it as the “wearer/owner” of the collar cannot remove it themselves under any circumstance, but it can be removed by others. Wearer is likely subject to something akin to an electric shock or worse if they try to tamper with it.Can also be worn around the mouth as a form of gag.
-An electric guitar. It’s make and model seem like nothing from earth, and it likely works (somehow) on its own without needing an external power source (idk it’s aliens)
-A flower crown made from the fake flowers from Anakt Garden
-A pair of modern clothing from "home", the outfit he wears with the spray-painted shirt

Comments

[thebladebringstheflame]

It's definitely a type of love confession, I think. I guess. Not a good one.

[...]

Was that girl the pink-haired one that I saw in that dream? When I was trying to snap you out of it months and months ago?

[foreversembrace]

...yeah.

[His voice is small when he answers, like just talking about her aloud hurts.]

Her name's Mizi. She was...the best of all of us. Way more optimistic and easy to get along with than I ever was. None of us deserved what we were goin' through, but I think she deserved it the least.

[thebladebringstheflame]

Well no fucking wonder, then. You looked... [Happy. Genuinely fucking happy. Like, Flamebringer had never seen Till in such a good mood before, and he felt like ass breaking him out of it and telling him that none of that was fucking real.] ...you just looked like you'd seen the only good thing that's ever existed, I guess.

[foreversembrace]

Yeah. She's...missing, since I last remember. A lotta people assume she died.

[But it's hard to convince himself of that when there's no body, her death wasn't ever shown...and the Segyein have some kind of fascination with public executions. With how Mizi behaved, there's no WAY they'd just silently get rid of her.

But maybe that's wishful, stupid thinking on his part.]

...I hope she got out. Somehow.

[thebladebringstheflame]

I hope so. For your sake.

[Oof. This is a rough date, okay, but Flamebringer's had worse conversations at dinners with people. It's... fine? He really should try to be more datelike and redirect the conversation so Till doesn't have a depressive crashout. Uh.]

...I hope you're doin' better. This place is a prison, but it's not... worse. Than that. [Failed step one.]

[foreversembrace]

[Oh, don't worry about that. Till is SO good at redirecting.]

I'll live. Here is a thousand times better than there. I'd rather be dead.

[He sits back, and just at around that time the little living teapot trots by to refill their drinks. It gives enough time for a pause, and then Till will continue.]

Anyway, enough about all that. I dunno what you're really 'sposed to talk about on a date, but it's probably not shit like that anyway.

[thebladebringstheflame]

Hah, I've had worse date conversations.

[They have food, they have fresh drinks, they are fed. The tea creature is so helpful. The atmosphere is good.

Flamebringer leans back a little and hums at the ceiling for a second.]

You're not still straight, are you?

[foreversembrace]

[Till stiffens, a little visible jolt causing him to sit up straighter. He's lucky he hadn't just taken a sip of his drink when Flamebringer asks that.]

W...whatdyoumean.

[thebladebringstheflame]

C'mon, I know you're not dumb. You play spin the bottle with a bunch of guys, we all make out, you get flustered by it. You say you're heterosexual, 'kay, fine. So you play again, you get guys in your lap, you get into their laps, no protests this time. You ain't playin' with the girls when they join.

[He takes a sip of his tea, raising a brow over the cup at Till, giving him a second to process before he continues.]

You know this is a date. You said yes to a date with a guy, but I also need you to understand that I don't fuck with straight boys. And I figure, been figurin', that you haven't actually thought of yourself as heterosexual for a while, but I gotta hear it from your mouth. If it's not cool, this is just lunch with my buddy Till. But if it's really a date...

You know. I might wanna do more at the end of the day than just swap spit. Your call.

1/2

[foreversembrace]

[Flamebringer...is right, of course, and he pretty much hits the nail on the head right away with the way Till stares back at him wide-eyed for a few seconds before looking down into his drink, gripping it tight between his hands. He doesn't say anything for what feels like too long, when in reality it's just a few seconds.

He's spent...a long while running as hard as he could from his sexuality, believing he liked girls, and only girls. His encounter with Ivan had maybe traumatized him a small bit, but also opened up that sort of "what if?" door. What if things had been different? What if he'd...been different.

If he'd given Ivan a chance, would he still be here? Would...he have lived, instead of Till?

He bites his lip, because there's no real way around it. He could continue to try to deflect, but...with Flamebringer, he at least isn't afraid to be honest. He knows Flamebringer isn't going to point at him like "haha homo".]

I...

[He bites his lip, worrying it between his teeth.]

[foreversembrace]

...I like girls. [...] But I...I like boys, too.

[His grip tightens.]

So I'm. Whatever that is.

[thebladebringstheflame]

Bisexual. Or just bi. Spelt B-I and not B-Y-E.

[He props his elbow up on the table, chin in his palm, and hums.]

I don't need the floor, but I'm taking it anyway, real quick. ...I think you're well aware I'm into you. Kinda made that obvious, or at least, I'm pretty sure I did. If it wasn't obvious before I brought you flowers and cake, it sure is now, I hope. Used to be just lusting over you and then, I dunno, something happened.

[foreversembrace]

Ye-yeah, yeah. I...I get it.

[Till swallows hard, then lets his chin kindof tuck a bit behind his scarf, ironically hiding behind the knit that Flamebringer made for him himself.]

So you're sayin' you...like like me? Like...for real?

[thebladebringstheflame]

Yeah. For real. Look, the other thing you need to know about me is that... I don't date. Normally, anyway. Usually I just fuck once, maybe a few more times if the other guy's lucky, and then I dip. The fact I want to date you at all is... should say enough, maybe.

I was gonna roll for Till being stupid here but no I just need him to be stupid

[foreversembrace]

...oh.

[...]

S. So, like...

[He purses his lips, his mouth turning into a squiggly line for a moment as he stares into his drink like it's going to cough up the answers to the universe for him.]

What...happens now? Are we, like.





b-.......boyfriends?

[thebladebringstheflame]

[Flamebringer barks the loudest HA at that. He's sorry Till, he doesn't mean to laugh.]

Do you want to be? You should know I'm comfortable not using labels. [Everyone knows he and Wolfwood are ???? ? ????? clearly married but refusing to acknowledge this, it's fine.] It's your choice. I said I wasn't gonna push you into anything you don't want.

[But he is going to steer and direct and sort of, you know, do the things you'd do in a relationship when you really wanna nail someone against a wall. Shh.]

[foreversembrace]

[Be so niceys to him, he doesn't know! If this were Ivan, he's pretty sure he'd hit the ceiling if they didn't label this as a Boyfriends thing. Flamebringer, meanwhile, is clearly different...

But Till, for all of his hangups, has always craved real relationships. Romance. Just...being able to share space with someone, and be with them, and...maybe even love them.

He fidgets a bit in his seat, his cheeks colored pink as he finally glances back up at the Sarkaz.]

I wouldn't...hate it.

[In fact, he can think of several people he wouldn't hate the idea of it with, but polyamory is a whole other can of worms.]

[thebladebringstheflame]

Cute. Then we can be boyfriends, but I hope you know I'm a big fan of PDA.

[Like, a really big fan, since he's always trying to pat Ezell's ass in public.]

Maybe you'll be less flustered now when I ask you to ink me, yeah? Or maybe not.

[Maybe it'll be worse. Because boyfriends.]

[foreversembrace]

[Oh no it WILL be worse, trust.

But now Till is having trouble keeping still, fidgeting a bit in his seat. He can't believe this is really happening. Boyfriends? For real?? Is that allowed?

PDA...

He can't quite meet Flamebringer's gaze. Help.]

I'm more worried I'd fuck it up, somehow...

[Like, he has NEVER tattooed someone, what if he goes for it and ruins it and then Flamebringer hates him for real? Fuck.

[thebladebringstheflame]

I'm not. You should've seen the shit I'd give myself in the fields when our squadrons were marching. Luckily the ink didn't get too deep and faded, and I covered it up with other better things later, but woof.

[You can't do worse than random curse words and stupid shit, Till. You just can't.]

Take a breath. If it was that catastrophic, I'm pretty sure I could just ask Ydalir to remove it.

[foreversembrace]

[Huh. He hadn't thought about that, but he guesses Ydalir COULD fix it if it were too bad...and realistically he's going to sketch it out first. He wouldn't just freehand it, God no.]

So...do you know what kind of thing you might. Want?

[thebladebringstheflame]

Hell no, I just wanna see if you'll be down bad if I'm shirtless. I think a spine tattoo would go hard, but you seem like you're gonna fluster if you touch my back muscles. [And then he smirks, oh no.] Might have to do some practice there, don't you think?

[foreversembrace]

Ye...yeah, maybe. I'd uh. I'd need to sketch it out first anyway...

[Practice...he thinks about that for a moment, then feels his heart leap into his throat just in time for him to try to force his mind onto something else as he quickly digs around in his pockets for some shells to pay for his half of the meal with. Buddy this is a date you don't pay-]

I wouldn't...trust me with a whole spine.

[thebladebringstheflame]

[Flamebringer snort-laughs and takes Till's hand, then pushes his shells back to him.]

It's a date. Let me get it, yeah? You can get the next one.

[Let's pay and blow this popsicle stand.]

[foreversembrace]

[A date...another date.

Before Till has time to process that, Flamebringer is both taking his hand and offering to pay for their meal, which he isn't going to argue. Mostly because he's distracted by his hand being held.

Ough. Is this legal. Holding hands...with a GUY...]

Y...yeah, okay...

[Time to walk out with Flamebringer and realize he feels very small next to him, somehow exacerbated by the fact they're holding hands. And also boyfriends, now.

H-]