limbical: (i'll never disappear)
dirty degenerate furry ([personal profile] limbical) wrote in [community profile] citylogs2023-11-02 12:33 pm

denied the light [OPEN]

WHO: Daan ([personal profile] limbical) & OPEN
WHAT: November catch-all
WHERE: eh you know
WHEN: November
WARNINGS: Discussions of death, body horror, medical autopsies. Will update as needed, additional tags will be used in subject lines.


immortalpoet: (cardinal)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2023-11-07 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Will you?

[Selfish, selfish, selfish. Is it selfish? To have Daan like this? But then again, it isn't selfish if that's what Daan wants too, right...?]

[He turns his head to rest against the other's head, eyes closing.]


You're so precocious about your clothing. Aren't you a doctor? You should invest in a lab coat or something.
immortalpoet: (maroon)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2023-11-07 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[He laughs at that - a little short succession of huffs that rattle warmly through his chest.]

I would be quite heartbroken if you didn't like it.

[He shakes his head, his bangs brushing against the other's head.]

Maybe just pull out a poncho. Same thing, right?

[Obviously joking.]
immortalpoet: (ruby)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2023-11-07 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[I haven't laughed like this for as long as I can remember.]

[He really hasn't. Even now ,with his heart permanently in the well of guilt its made itself, he's never felt so paradoxically light at the same time.]


...I do love you. [He says again, quietly - it may be a joke, but he responds sincerely, as if he wants to taste the words on his tongue again.] But you have to find compromises, Daan.
immortalpoet: (Default)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2023-11-07 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Making requests already. Hmmm. [HMMMM.] I'll see what I can do.

[His hand reaches up to cup the man's cheek, as if he can capture that warmth. A part of him says that it won't last for long.]

[This happiness will be taken away with everything else.]

[...]

[But like he did with his orphanage, he'll nurture this for the time being. Even if he knows its for naught.]

[It feels worth to, in the moment.]


Want to get out of here?
immortalpoet: (maroon)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2023-11-07 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
What can I say? This head has thoughts, sometimes.

[The way the man relaxes - it feels like a pang from a lifetime ago. He held the hands of children, dressed their wounds, handed them gifts. Soft things. Gentle things. His hands could be used for more than just violence.]

[Daan makes him believe, fretfully, that maybe he still has that capacity in him.]


...Of course. Of course you can.
immortalpoet: (crimson)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2023-11-07 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[One last kiss. He takes it. It feels like a little casual thing. He knows for a fact that it holds more meaning for the both of them than they could express in
words.]

[He moves to stand, offering the man a hand.]


We'll see if you last an hour, then.

[Heh.]
immortalpoet: (Default)

me hitting my enter key like no i didn't (yes u did)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2023-11-07 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, so now you mean to test my patience? You clearly want to do more than be a thorn in my side.

[A little squeeze to the hand.]

[A thorn is expected from a rose, after all.]
immortalpoet: (crimson)

[personal profile] immortalpoet 2023-11-08 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
Perhaps you want to exceed them.

[He has truly craved this more than he could ever express. The touch of a hand. The warmth of love.]

I don't mind. I could never mind.