OPEN RP POST 2020

[siberia]

1. Post here with the character you want to play with in the header or body
2. Put your prompt in the body of the comment (or leave it to me - i don't mind coming up with something!)
3. ????
4. Profit

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[unghost]

For what? You becoming a fool?

[ They look down at him with exasperation, their hand moving from tugging on his ear to resting on the juncture between his neck and shoulder. ]

That happened way before we met. Don't blame me...

[ They're kidding (sort of.) Their serious worry over this is starting to fade a little more after seeing how affected he really is - his dazed stare and childish clinging don't seem becoming of him at all, but they're not foolish enough to think the root of all this is coming out of thin air, or put more literally, out of that wine glass. ]

Are you really so worried over me?

[ There's a faint surprise in their voice, because truly, they never thought they'd see him so insecure - at least by his standards. If he feels worried that they'll run off so easily, then it's surely their own fault for not expressing themself well enough. From their prospective, they're the one that should feel concerned over him finding someone better, not the other way around. While they speak, they move their free hand to cover one of his on the glass, trying to get him to hand it over to them. Somebody's had enough, even they can understand that. ]

[heartsteals]

[ cairngorm... so mean... he loves it.

he was looking to put the glass down, anyway, so they'll find it easy to take it from him, even if the quadrant of his brain that's thinking straight is mortified to realize that Cairngorm (who barely knows what alcohol is) has figured out that he's a little drunk and is trying to stop him. Seriously uncool. On the other hand, it's nice to have both of his hands free. Lupin immediately shifts to wrap that arm around their waist and unabashedly hug them closer. Their skin feels nice and cool against him. ]

Dear Cairngorm, a day doesn't go by where I don't worry about you, [ he sighs, with a lovelorn affectation that may or may not be the real thing (it becomes even harder to tell when he's got a few drinks in him.) But after a moment, he continues, returning back to something that's probably closer to how he'd actually speak if he weren't a gentleman thief. ] I wanna make you happy. It should be enough, just seeing you be happy, but I want it to be me. You can smile all you like, but I'll - I'll steal all your best and brightest for myself. That's a promise.

[ he's heavy against them, nuzzling in more, cheeks flushed. He's almost forgotten Sholmes now, in the moment; he's thinking about Cairngorm, their shy smile, their biting wit, the way they blush when he teases them - they're so lovely, he'll work as hard as he needs to if it means keeping them here with him. Yes. Of course he's jealous! Who wouldn't be protective of someone like them? It's perfectly sensible. Maybe he can be selfish for a little bit. ]

[unghost]

[ With him leaning more onto them, they have to stretch their arm slightly to let the glass down onto the table. Really, they can't help but look down at him with some exasperation, shifting slightly when his breath tickles their neck, moving their arms to better support his weight. Idly, they think of the times when him leaning on them like this would feel like nothing - now, he feels so solid, such that him draping himself over them like this feels all the more real and weighty.

Their hand, finally free from the wine, comes to card through his dark locks, brushing wayward strands away from his face. ]

I know that.

[ They murmur. But it wouldn't be like them to admit that they're already happy, that he's already privy to the most guarded and sensitive parts of them. Truly, they didn't know he felt so - not competitive, but protective over it. As if anyone could ever usurp the place he already won. ]

Did you already forget what I said before? [ Their tone is one that's almost playfully scolding, even if the pitch doesn't stray too far from their typical dry monotony. ] You're the only one. Maybe I'll have fun or talk with others... but there won't be anyone else but you. Not that I'll feel this way around.

[ Cairngorm says this with the utmost certainty, serious even when he's clearly out of it. Maybe he won't even remember this happening. All the more reason to be upfront about their feelings, for once. There simply won't be anyone else they'd ever let in to this extent, it's impossible, unthinkable. That truth had been very simple to them, but maybe not so much to him. Their brow furrows, wondering if it's normal for humans to worry over their partners in this way, wondering if they're doing an okay job at assuaging his fears. A conversation like this just wouldn't happen between gems. ]

So, you're worrying for no reason. Really, it's not like you to be this way...

[heartsteals]

[ their touch only makes him melt against them more; he sighs happily, despite his tipsy complaints, relishing the rare delight of having them baby him a little bit, even if it only comes when he's had enough wine to take his pride down a few notches. Normally, he'd be more cognizant of their difference in size, but right now, he seems perfectly happy to drape all over their delicate frame, warm and eager to monopolize their space.

He's... probably still listening. He's still Lupin, after all. ]

I told you, you've made me a fool. Even a magnificent man like me has his worries... [ but he's smiling, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he looks up at them sideways from their shoulder. ] ... I know. I believe you. I really do.

[ tomorrow, he's going to regret not responding more seriously to this heartfelt confirmation of their feelings. but tonight's Lupin isn't concentrating that hard; he only hears them reassuring his drunken concerns and feels their fingers in his hair. He'll have to make it up to them later. For now, he gives a small, somewhat self-deprecating chuckle. ]

God, but you're too good. Listen to you, humoring me. Cairn, you're nothing short of perfection.

[unghost]

[ They meet his drunken gaze with a disbelieving snort, weaving their fingers through his hair to pull back his bangs from his face fully. ]

You've had way too much of that, [ Predictably, they deflect when it comes to praise, and the silly way he's draping himself over them and his dazed smile from earlier don't make them take his comment too seriously. To them, these are the confessions of a drunk man. Not that it's out of the realm of possibility for him to say something like this when he's normal, but in the moment, it's only endearing because he's acting strangely. ] Should I tell Impey not to give you any more in the future?

[ They make it sound like a joking threat, always feeling comfortable to sidestep back away from worded affection whenever they make themself vulnerable for a moment. Besides, it's kind of fun to baby him a little, if only because they know he'd never stand for it under normal circumstances. ]