d | a december catchall (open & closed)

[damnpire]

WHO: d & others
WHERE: the stygian hellscape
WHEN: month of december
WHAT: mistletoe kissing, winter cuddling, soulmates(?), spoon threatened me with a good time, trying to make francy stop being mean to rosa, inside d's door maybe
WARNINGS: dr...ug use...? (looks at silco and frowns), possible blood drinking, a claude date, dallisto, laurent's foul and grumpy mouth, problematically kissing heewon, dimitrid being depressed having to hold hands and kiss

OOC plotting post

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[damnpire]

[SPOON?

Can't really say if this is the worst that's ever happened to him honestly. He really sort of just comes to a stop and peers down. The boots are fine; he'd never be worried about the boots. His pride? His dignity?

...

His eyes lift back up to Claude's face. This weird bastard.]

Are you alright?

[IS THERE A MEDICAL REASON FOR THIS?]

[midway]

[ D is such a good boy, he doesn't even get angry or kick him with his now sullied boot. The mild reaction actually gets Claude to feel guilty, and he meets D's face with a grimace. ]

I think so. Seems like the apple is deceptively rotten on the inside.

[ Even though it looks like a perfectly normal apple, he refuses to believe that the problem is him. There's already one Fire Emblem lord with messed up tastebuds.

He fishes a handkerchief from his pocket because he's from the era of handkerchiefs, and holds it out to D. ]

It might be one of the many pranks going around lately. Sorry to get you involved.

[damnpire]

[Good. Claude should feel guilty.

If he were the type of man to blink, D would be blinking considerably. He looks at the apple, then he looks at Claude. Yeah, okay. The apple is the issue here. His eyes lower to the handkerchief. What's he supposed to do with this, Claude? Clean his boot?

He refuses it with a polite shake of his head.]

Did you get cursed from the mistletoe...?

[midway]

[ What, now he's too good to clean his boot? He wants to walk around with spit on his boot? Sicko.

In any case, Claude pockets the handkerchief and resists making a face at the taste of ash still in his mouth.

He doesn't entirely succeed, trying not to sound too sulky when he answers, ] So it would seem. I hardly even noticed that I was under it.

[ And now he has this apple that he doesn't know what to do with. ]

Have you encountered those little sprites too?

[damnpire]

[Shut up, you. He would rather have spit on his boot that cleans off than spit on his face. Don't be jealous because he's a more humble man.]

Yes. Doing anything but kissing under the mistletoe displeases them. They will heckle you if you refuse.

[He does not offer to take the apple from Claude (indirect kiss...) because he doesn't not really prefer to eat or drink. So Claude is left with his sins.]

[midway]

[ D might not want to interact, but Claude's going to make this conversation happen.

He smiles. ]

So you've experienced it then. Had a series of memorable and heart racing kisses?

[damnpire]

[Claude... Why? Somehow without moving his face for any real expression, he just seems so tired.]

Nothing like that. Are you wanting one? A kiss. I don't know if it removes any established curses. I haven't tried.

[midway]

[ He tilts his head. ]

You're not very shy, are you?

[damnpire]

I have no reason to be.

[Should he be shy talking to Claude about the pragmatics of kissing to sidestep an annoying curse...? Claude is a silly little man.]

[midway]

You'll have to pardon me. I just came from an encounter with Felix where I had to fear for my safety if I even uttered the word.

[ Your roomie is so aggro, D. ]

[damnpire]

[☺️]

I see. Perhaps he thought you were a scoundrel because you didn’t court him first.

[midway]

And you take less issue with my being a scoundrel?

[ Since D doesn't seem as bothered. Claude won't deny being a scoundrel anyway. He is the type to hit it (not Felix) and quit it. ]

[damnpire]

I didn’t say I believe you are one.

[Felix may only think he is… which is fair actually. Claude is the worst scoundrel. He stole a couch from a dorm room.]

Felix seems the traditional man.

[midway]

[ stop it's been two years ]

In some ways, I suppose. [ In others, he very much spits on tradition. ]

I'm glad for your flattering opinion of me, in any case. [ He tilts his head. ] And I hope you've been doing well, D. Seems like there's been quite a few terrible occurrences since we saw each last.

[damnpire]

[Spitting in tradition except for courting…

Claude gives him thanks and pats him some respect, and all D detours to is:]

Were you part of the ones who had been arrested?

[midway]

No, I was spared. Were you?

[ He hadn't seen D around the building during that time, but then again he didn't often wander down to the basement. And he sort of assumed that D was some sort of creature of the night. ]

[damnpire]

[What’s wrong with the basement, Claude? Are you too good for the basement? It’s just him and Felix.]

No. I was imprisoned with the others.

[midway]

[ Stop, he just wants to see the sun. ]

I'm sorry to hear that. [ He sounds genuine, brows furrowing. ] At least it seems to be an isolated occurrence, but it couldn't have been easy. You're not the type to play off your injuries, are you?

[damnpire]

[Haha…]

…

[It’s fine.]

I didn’t have any concerning injuries except for the brand they placed on our arms.

[midway]

[ . . .

He looks at D closely. If D is wearing his hat, Claude is peering in right underneath it to get a good look at his expression. ]

Is that so? And you got that looked at?

[ Did he h/c with [redacted]? ]

[damnpire]

[???????

He has the hat, yes. Claude can look under it. His expression is very 🗿, so good luck with that. He looks back.]

Yes. You don’t have to worry.

[midway]

[ i hate him, thanks ]

I was just curious. I'm glad you're all right then.

[ He holds out a hand. ]

Want to dance?

[damnpire]

[Claude is so nice (but weird), and for what?

He looks at the hand, not taking it just yet.]

…Is this another curse?

[For clarification…]

[midway]

Do you think I wouldn't want to dance with you if not for a curse?

[ It's not weird? ]

There are people dancing all around us, it's not that unusual.

[ I don't remember the setting for this thread, so I'm deciding that they're at one of the soirées, with food, music and mistletoe aplenty. ]

[damnpire]

[You made Claude spit apple on D’s shoes at a fucking soirée as a lead up to a date and then he wants to ask him to dance?

I can’t stand you.]

It’s unusual to ask me.

[LOOK at him. This is how he’s certain Claude is probably insane, or just has terrible tastes.

But he

puts his hand in Claude’s.]