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]

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[He sees. The burning feet aren't heatless ethereal things. He's not surprised, but he is also surprised actually.]

Impressive. [He does not say this lightly to just anyone.] Have they been able to keep you warm?

[dodgeouttahell]

[Well. That's something that he never actually thought - temperature clash rarely happened unless you were near or in Asphodel. Zagreus considers this for a while.]Well, I do tend to run warm usually, or at least everyone else seems a bit colder.

[Though he now frowns.] Lately, it hasn't been working so well, though.

[damnpire]

[Nooooo, their feet fetish (feetish) method... It's working poorly... He looks again at Zagreus's feet, considering. Then he extends his hand again with the crystal in the palm.]

The cold has been affecting people more differently than usual. It must be another curse from this place.

[dodgeouttahell]

Doesn't that apply to you as well, then? [He takes the offered hand, his fingers actually slender despite how stocky this lad is everywhere else. Zagreus smiles.] I'd like you to have one, too. Only fair, right?

[damnpire]

[Zagreus is a good himbo!! With the crystal between, he holds the slender hand with one which is surprisingly warm despite the aesthetic and tone of skin.]

We can make two each. You will have one to give to someone else if you’d like.

[dodgeouttahell]

That sounds fair. [He gives D a Look, half amused but pointed.] Although that's not what I asked, mate.

[Though, oh. Falling into old habits. That darned hat and those curls that fall down like smoke.] Uh, sorry. Old habit. Hope you don't mind me calling you that.

[damnpire]

I’ll have two of my own.

[He just got mated. “Say it any other way.” He got mated.]

I don’t mind. Who did you think I was?

[dodgeouttahell]

[This avoidance. Though Zag snorts slightly, amused nonetheless. Yes, D is cold. Everyone is. He wants to help, anyway, but he won't push, merely steps a bit closer, him and his space heater feets.]

A… family friend. [Who he thought was his sibling.] I think it's the hat. You both have a similar fashion sense.

[damnpire]

[When Zagreus steps closer, he continues to surprisingly stay where he is, unbothered. They’re already holding hands anyway.

And the proximity offers a strange sense of added warmth? For a moment, he wonders if it really is Zagreus feet that’s causing it.]

I see they understand the merit of a good hat then.

[dodgeouttahell]

[Zagreus looks up at D with a slight smile. Is that humor? That's humor! He grins and nods.] I don't think I remember ever seeing him without it. But it does make you both look very dashing, that's true.

[damnpire]

[No, don’t look. His face hasn’t changed, so therefore, there is NO humor.

Except for the slight glimmer of it in his eyes, briefly.]

Perhaps it’s of some kind of utility to him.

[Zagreus called him dashing…]

[dodgeouttahell]

[That's actually adorable, but Zag isn't going to comment on it out of respect for D's… semblance. However, he does spend some time thinking about the possible utility of the hat.] Maybe, he's a very resourceful person, after all. Comes with the trade, I'd imagine.

Is there any to yours? Some special tricks in there?

[damnpire]

[Thank you, Zag, he is spared.

This family friend sounds like they have quite the job. Familiar. Slightly.]

It protected me from the sun.

[A trade secret usually, but what does he need with any of that here if they’re dead? If there are no suns?]

[dodgeouttahell]

Oh, yeah, the Sun is very bright. I'm sure that does the trick. I wonder if that's why Charon wears it, too.

[Why does it look like he had forgotten about the bright sun? Well.

Should he have asked for a hat when he stumbled upon Charon's shop on his way up? The sun had been so bright on the surface, it actually left a lingering feeling on his skin.

Though, he liked it. It reminded him of someone dear to him. It felt like a reward, in a sense, to see it peaking out the horizon each time as the snow melted underneath his feet.]

I suppose no rabbits will jump out of there, then?

[damnpire]

[A very simple utility at first glance. Of course a hat would protect from sweet sunlight.

But maybe a bit different for a vampire. Half-vampire.]

Charon. The boatman.

[He sees now. It’s charming Charon has a hat, but a little darkly humorous to have parallels to the underworld boatman.

Reaching up with his free hand, D pulls the hat off his head and brings it into the scant space between them, upside down. No rabbits peak out.

With the hat gone, it’s easier to tell how much of a young man D actually is, someone who physically looks just a hop and a skip into adulthood. He seems more human, too, this way.]

I’m only a hunter, not a magician.

[dodgeouttahell]

[Zagreus brightens up, a little amazed, though he supposes he shouldn't be. D seems distinguished enough to know of other worlds, of other times.] Right! You've heard of him, then?

[And oh. No wonder Zag had felt D was somewhat familiar. His features convey some grace that only those Chthonic had to them. He had always felt a little crude around the edges around them, even when he thought Nyx herself had mothered him. It's the hat-flattened hair that betrays his humanity, and Zagreus can't help but be a little endeared.

His feet shift a little, restless little things, as he remembers Artemis, some of the Exalted in Elysium.] What did you hunt?

[damnpire]

I have, a long time ago. He has a rather important duty.

[At least, he’s heard the legends of that sort of mythology. He thinks he understands Zagreus a little more for it.

Carefully, he situated the hat on his head again.]

I hunted the Nobles. Humans would hire me to hunt the ones disturbing them.

[dodgeouttahell]

He does, that's true.

[Excuse him as he tries to peek between their joined hands. Is it visible when the crystal reaches optimal temperature? Or is it just by feeling?

Zagreus, however, peers at D as he tries to recall their conversation while they were fishing (and awakened Chthulu).] Oh. Was it a difficult job?

[damnpire]

[Carefully, without losing the crystal, D opens their hands a little to let Zagreus check on their crystal.

They’ve warmed it pretty well!]

Yes. The life of a hunter isn’t for just anyone. It’s not meant for humans, but many if them do it.