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[sesa]

I will make this pretty later

(Spoilers I won't, I always say I will but I won't-)

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INVENTORY:

-Grenade Launcher with 3 ammo stacks (refreshes monthly)

-Nondescript gaming console (it's an offbrand Nintendo Switch)

-Some glowing star rocks from an investigation with Elsword in the Deep Woods

-A little knitted dragon from Elsword that I forgot to link and am too lazy to find now

-1 Kotatsu that he keeps in his room at the lab. It's red with light beige birds on it

-His toolbox from Rhodes

-A workshop that connects to Gnosis' lab via a breezeway. He lives there with Passenger now

-3 erythrites, used to make Passenger a pair of earrings

Comments

[mooninthewater]

[ Sesa is one of those who, unfortunately, gets a Mizuki to crawl under the door like he's made of liquid rather than just knocking on his door like a normal person, but it's only because Mizuki considers the both of them to be close. ]

Sesa! Are you terribly busy? I was rude and didn't take the time to talk to you before about this place and what's going on… I hope you're at least adjusted enough to talk with me?

[sesa]

[As it turns out, Sesa isn't busy...at all. He's actually playing with his handheld, though it's mostly to distract himself from how cold he is. It sucks when you don't realize that your worst fear monster is manifesting as sheer cold that's trying to freeze you to death slowly but hey, we don't have to worry about that. He's busy tending to his virtual farm or whatever.

He sits up from where he'd been laying prone across a chair when Mizuki lets himself in, his expression brightening.]

Not at all! I always have time for you, my friend.

[Sesa of all people isn't even remotely adjusted, but at least he has had time to learn more about this place and get...some measure of understanding. Mizuki won't be coming at someone completely in the dark, thankfully.]

Come, sit!

[mooninthewater]

[ "Come sit," he says, and Mizuki does just that! Expect, directly on Sesa's lap, instead of anywhere more appropriate nearby. ]

I've written a few reports about the situation and such, but then I realized that it might just be better to come talk directly to you. I assume you've seen Gnosis and Irene around? They've both got pretty good notes on this place, too, but… if you had any immediate and pressing questions, I can start there, if you'd like. I've gotten to know a lot of the people here, too, so I can talk about them, as well — like Mister Heimr and Miss Ydalir.

Christmas Day

[simplicitas]

[There's a note attached to Sesa's door in Elsword's shit writing.]

Hi Sesa-hyung!!

I made you this! Thanks for being cool!!

[Attached to the note is a knit plush dragon. It looks terrified to be here.]

Christmas Day

[interestingtimes]

[Sesa will find an envelope taped to his door, with a little red bow on it and a letter taped to it as well.]

Merry Holiday, Sesa! I hope you like it :)

[Inside the envelope is a piece of Tal's sketchbook, and a drawing of Sesa and Tal drinking hot chocolate together.]

[mooninthewater]

[ Sorry to everyone who's definitely sleeping in at the lab, Mizuki's barging in to excitedly knock on Sesa's door. It's not Early Morning, so he figures Sesa and Passenger are likely awake, at least. The two nocturnal losers will just have to suck it up. ]

Se~sa! Sesa!! Hey, hurry and get ready, we're gonna go to the ocean together! [ Apparently. He could say no, but that would break this jellyfish's little heart… ]

[sesa]

[Sesa is awake! He is actually sitting in front of the mirror as opposed to working on his gun or something similar. It looks like he's been trying to braid his own hair for the last while, but every attempt has come out looking lopsided or like it's half falling down.

He lifts his head when he hears Mizuki knocking, prompting him to look over just as the pieces of hair he was braiding together fall out of his grip.]

Oh, Mizuki! The ocean, you say...?

[Hold on, give him just a moment...

There's some rummaging around on the other side before he opens the door proper, appearing to Mizuki with like four half-braided strands in his hair.]

I haven't been since I went with Elsword...what makes you want to go so badly?

[mooninthewater]

You mean, besides the fact I’m a sea jelly? [ A joke. He implies as much with a little giggle, before he shifts a box into view — bright in the etches made into the wood, with carvings of the sun on the lid. Just looking at it fills one with that of warmth. Almost as sunny as Mizuki’s excited smile. ] I gotta gift for the starry snake out there, and I was hoping you could come with me?

april before the doors break lmao // stupid move-in thread

[forwander]

[Cool: Having a workshop with an attached studio apartment type of room for them to live in.
Cool: Moving out of the lab to let Gnosis have his own space with Enciodes and not having to hear those two arguing every morning and fucking every evening.
Not Cool: Having to move out their existing furniture into the new space, because Heimr didn't provide them with another bed or wardrobe because like, duh, you guys already own this.
Double Not Cool: The fact that the mattress is stuck on the doorframe somehow now that they're trying to get it across the damn breezeway and into the workshop and therefore into their home.

Married life must be like this. "you're not married Elliot" he's married Sesa gave him a ring.]

Hold on. It's snagged again.

[Mattresses are large, rectangular, and have to be angled to get through doorways. Elliot realises a split second too late that they should've just gone around the breezeway and to the larger workshop doors where actual large items that don't fit through doorways can exit and enter without this issue. Unfortunately...

The top corner is wedged against the doorway, and Elliot is desperately trying not to let the mattress drag on the ground. Even if this workshop was just built, the floors are likely dirty in some capacity.]

Can you reach the corner and pull it?

[sesa]

[Having someone magically build you a home is easy. Actually moving in is the hard part.

Granted, Sesa isn't used to having this many Things he calls his own that would warrant all of this moving to begin with. When he came to Rhodes, they already had a room set up for him. No need to worry about the bed when you're sleeping on something provided for you. Now, here he and Passenger are, getting their claws dirty for the sake of having somewhere to rest their heads.

Just wait until he realizes too late they're going to have to take the futon apart to get it inside.]

Again? Give me a moment...

[He grumbles from where he's hidden on the other side of the mattress, bending over so he can carefully grab for the corner edge and pull on it to try and shimmy it through where it's stuck against the doorframe.]

How is that? Is it going through?

[forwander]

[There's a grunt as Elliot pushes the corner of the mattress on his side, and then it slides through easily! Easily enough, and he goes to say yes it's going through wonderful job or something to that effect when, after they start to pull it, the last two corners decide it's their turn to get stuck. You know those plastic bits on the corners of mattresses to protect them? That's what gets snagged, on the bottom this time.

Elliot sighs and starts pushing that, too, having to ram his full weight in it to get it to go anywhere...

...which, when it moves, results in him falling forward and catching himself on the edge of the mattress as it slides into the workshop proper.

So moving in is going great.]

happy may // nsfw warning

[forwander]

[Spring is almost over, and soon it'll head right into summer. You know, sunshine and rainbows and probably deadly flowers. Elliot is not thinking of these things today, though.

Today, he's thinking of horny shit. Surprise! This might not be unusual for him considering how he acts, but it's worse lately. It's Spring, which means it's time for heat, and Elliot historically just does not have them. And if he did, he was always able to ignore it and deal with it at his own pace.

...so unfortunately. The thing about dating someone and telling him that you love him is that it makes heat marginally worse. Elliot doesn't think he'll be ignoring it this year, since he's constantly sharing a bed with Sesa and they're in one another's space all the time. The first wave passes easily enough; it's like a mild horny itch, and Elliot simply tells it to go away and sets to work for the rest of the day. Easy. He can deal.

And then night hits and that all goes out the window. He cannot focus on optimizing his machine; he keeps staring daggers at the way Sesa's adam's apple bobs when he swallows, or the way his biceps flex if he lifts something, or his tail swaying...

...

Wherever Sesa ends up at the end of the evening, he will end up with a pigeon in his lap, tailfeathers flared, head tucking into the crook of his neck. He's feverish. He needs assistance. Please help :(]

heeheehoohoo

[sesa]

[Elliot is, at least, not alone in these feelings he's been struggling with. Just like Liberi such as himself, Vouivre also deal with regular heat cycles during these warmer months...and they're typically a lot more intense. As with anything, the intensity mounts when you're sexually active, which they both are, and...honestly somehow, the fact it was coming slipped Sesa's mind. Maybe it's because he's been busy or distracted, or perhaps he'd been trying to not think about it, lest he over think it or something. They'd only fooled around so far, their intimacy- though intimate- hadn't gone all of the way.

Elliot's stolen glances are not missed by Sesa as he works today, able to feel his gaze upon him in a way that makes him want to show off. He flexes unnecessarily as he reaches for things, pulls his hair back off his neck and shoulders to make it more visible, etc. It's all mindless posturing, with the two of them effectively circling one another wordlessly without actually making a move.

...until night falls, and Elliot decides that no, he is going to be the one to make said move. He is going to perch himself pretty in Sesa's lap in a way that demands his full and undivided attention. It would have been impossible to ignore even if Sesa weren't suffering similarly.]

Ellie.

[He croons as he pulls his claws through the back of his hair, letting Elliot bury his face against his neck as he brings his other hand up to rest at the small of his back.]

You could have said something a lot sooner, you know.

surprise, bet you thought you'd seen the last of me // post oripathy spread-

[forwander]

[Sometimes, things just fucking happen to you. Elliot comes into the workshop fuming in a way he normally doesn't — in a way he only does when someone brings up Professor Thorne — with every feather on his body fluffed out. He looks defensive, almost, stomping through the main workshop and into the bedroom, and whether Sesa is in the main workshop or the bedroom itself, he will be brushed past as Elliot heads directly for the bathroom off to the side. And if he follows...

Elliot is scrubbing blood off of his forehead, right around that Originium crystal growing out of it.

So something has happened to him—]

[sesa]

[Sesa is at his work bench tinkering away as usual when Elliot comes in. Incidentally, he's cleaning his gun, having it opened up on the table so he can clean off the components since he hasn't been using it as regularly as he normally might in the field. Elliot coming in is nothing unusual, prompting him to flick his tail and turn his head to greet him-]

Ah, Ellie, could you gra-....b....

[He trails off the moment he spots the Liberi with every feather fluffed out in his anger, stomping past too quickly for Sesa to stop him or get a word in edgewise. He's up to his feet by the time Elliot has disappeared into the bedroom, though he doesn't immediately chase after. He waits for a few seconds before tentatively following in his wake, stepping through the bedroom cautiously and into the bathroom.]

Ellie...?

[...then he stops short, his eyes catching on the blood. Seeing that it's on his forehead immediately leaves Sesa to assume the worst, his heart sinking into his gut as he shoulders the rest of the way into the bathroom.]

Your...Elliot, what happened?

after the boys finish boying

[forwander]

[Elliot is, one would say, kind of strange in the way that he thinks and acts. Sesa already knows this, of course. For as possessive and downright obsessed as Elliot can be, though, when the boys were playing their various Gay Games, Elliot said sure, go ahead, I don't mind. He knows these things are just games and that's why all the taken people are macking on the other taken people. It's not his thing, but Sesa's more than allowed.

It's juuuuuuuuuust...

Sometimes, Elliot surprises himself with how madly possessive he gets over the Vouivre. He'd already jumped Sesa's bones after the wet T-shirt contest for obvious reasons, and that wasn't out of jealous but rather just because he saw beefy titty and acted up about it. The kissing at spin the bottle, though?? It's not like he expects to not share Sesa in that case, of course, but something in his blood starts to simmer at the way the others mack on what's his.

It's unhealthy. Elliot has never shied away from his unhealthy habits in the past, and he's not about to start now. Not a single part of him even realises this is a problem when he pulls Sesa back into the cabana at the night's end, huffing, feathers flared, and just

full-stop bites him on the shoulder through his shirt.

Elliot's teeth are not sharp, this will not leave more than a bruise behind, but that does not change the fact that he's simply Biting now.]

[sesa]

[You know, by now, Sesa likes to think he's gotten used to all of the unexpected curve-balls that Elliot could throw at him. He knows about his past. He knows about the atrocities. He knows, quite well, his obsession with him. He knows it all.

...but he probably underestimated how deep that obsession ran, to the point where it's not just obsession, but possession.

Which is to say: fucking OW?

It's not extremely painful. It won't even break skin. He's Liberi, not Vouivre, but thaat doesn't mean it's expected either. Especially not when it's coupled with Elliot dragging him back into their shared cabana, visibly agitated, before just hauling off and biting him.]

Ah! D-...Dear, if you want to make love, you need only say so-

[But that also doesn't mean Sesa will stop being stupid-]

Sometime before the event

[mooninthewater]

Sesa's Seaborn puppy seems to be rather restless recently. He and Passenger will both find it hard to sleep as the Seaborn will just jump onto the bed and start pacing across the both of them. It seems relentless, where usually it would not be so... annoying.

What does Sesa do?

[sesa]

[It's not the first time Sesa's...."dog" has woken him up at night, which he's learned is just a fact of life when you're a pet owner. Usually, all it takes is getting up to give it some attention, maybe take it outside for a bit, but...

This is different, somehow. Not different enough to be immediately alarming, but Sesa isn't going to try to just ignore and sleep through it either.

He'll carefully sit up so as not to disturb Elliot, holding his hands out and gesturing for the Seaborn to come closer to him.]

Hey now...what's wrong? Do you need some water?

At his Workshop

[bajamutblast]

[Dion has not had the pleasure of meeting Sesa just yet, which makes this... all the more awkward. Nevertheless, he's here on Heimr's recommendation, and he doubts the man would lead him astray. Still, it feels less like a shop and more like a place of a hobbyist. Walking up and asking for a service doesn't feel quite right.

However, the alternative — going to Joshua empty handed — is not really an option so... here he is. Clutched in one hand are the ornamental pieces of his chainmail, baubles made for flair and nothing more. In the other is a bag of carefully collected shells. He doesn't know if it's enough, but if it isn't, he'll gladly chase down more.

He clears his throat as he enters, doing his best to be the picture of politeness despite what feels like an intrusion.]

You are Sesa, yes? I was told you are capable in metalwork by Heimr. I have a request for you, should you be willing to hear it.

[sesa]

[It's funny that Dion feels that way, because Sesa- in contrast- craves having projects to work on. Only just recently has he been given a larger project to keep himself busy, which Dion will actually get to see first-hand as he walks into the workshop. Now typically, he leaves the big door to the "garage" open to the air because he just likes it that way, but he's having to keep things locked down pretty tightly to avoid letting little snakes in. It's unfortunate, but at least it means he can work without feeling like he's bothering people with the noise.

On the table as Dion comes in, he'll see a large cross-shaped pile of metal and exposed machinery of what's clearly a gun that's been taken apart almost completely while he works to replace broken parts and piece it all back together while giving it a good cleaning as he goes. It's taking a while, since Wolfwood's had his gun in a desert for years...so much sand in all of the inner workings, sigh.

Sesa lifts his head from where he'd been tinkering at it with a screwdriver as he hears someone come in, pushing up his goggles onto his head in front of his horns with a friendly smile, despite seeing a face he doesn't recognize.]

Mm? Why yes, the one and only. How apt that he should recommend my services...and you will be serviced well, I can assure you.

[D

don't say it like that-]

What can I do for you, Sir....?

[kingincognito]

[ Roughly two weeks after Sesa has completed Dion's commission, he gets another visitor! This time, it's someone he knows. Vaguely, anyway, but still!

He's been meaning to pay the man a visit, to check on him after everything that happened inside of the arbor. This just gives him another reason to go.

When Joshua arrives, he's standing with a long cord of beads in his hand. Once, this strand was tied to his belt, looping down over his hip and behind his scabbard. Now, he has other plans for... at least part of it.

But he will knock! Politely! Because he isn't about to be rude and enter uninvited. ]

[sesa]

[Thankfully, Sesa is doing quite a bit better now than he was then. He's not...completely okay? But it's mostly old traumas being dredged up, not new ones, so they're reburied easily enough. At least until this place decides to bring them back to the surface, of course.

In the meantime, he has much to occupy himself with. More projects than he's used to, lately, that's for certain. Nevertheless, when he hears a light knock at the garage door, he'll call out from the other side while he works on repairing the dents on a panel that came off of the side of Wolfwood's Punisher.]

Come in!

elliot tries to make a nest // it's nsfw

[forwander]

[So they're in Neo Eden. And Elliot is not watching the calendar, because oops, he's busy trying to make his weapons and play with the city's technology. He's not as technologically inclined as Gnosis is, and he doesn't have time to start a black market (and he hates them too much to try), but! But. That doesn't stop him from playing around, seeing some movies, eating some strange new food... this place reminds him of Lungmen if Lungmen was a little heavy-handed on that Cyberpunk aesthetic Mizuki likes.

All of this is to say that Elliot forgets to shore up, so to speak, for when heat hits. Meaning it suddenly hits like a freight train when he wasn't expecting it, and he's now a victim to instinct, which he could have resolved by simply staying home and telling Sesa to stay with him.

Well! Turns out he's going home anyway, dragging himself to the apartment with his last shreds of dignity, where he simply goes into his room that he's sharing with Sesa even though the bed is too small for two men over 6ft to cram into (he lays on top of the man, he's not afraid). Instead of getting in bed, though, his instincts go: build a nest. Build a nest Elliot.

And so he builds a nest, formed of two (2) pillows, one (1) blanket crumpled up into a ball, and his headscarf somewhere nebulously off to one side.

And then he just. Lays on the floor with his head on one pillow.

Instincts are so weird man.]

[sesa]

[Well! Guess who also wasn’t prepared or thinking about this upcoming? It’s Sesa, it is him. Sesa, who- despite being aware that this happens between Liberi, Vouivre, and all manner of species alike, has honestly had a lot on his mind…and it seems the same can be said for Elliot, who let preparations pass him by, leaving him needing to improvise while here in Neo Eden. Obviously they’re staying in the same apartment despite being given their own, so once Sesa is done with his evening shift at the videogame store, he’ll head straight back to his beloved…

Only to walk inside to find him flat on the fucking floor, and honest to god it scares him so bad initially he almost starts crying. But!! He doesn’t see any blood, and he’s breathing…there’s a pillow? This was deliberate.

…why are there just things haphazardly on the floor.]

…Elliot?