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seasonsrpg2024-11-08 02:52 pm
humbledsamurai) wrote in seasonsrpg2024-11-08 02:52 pm
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*Yoshi-p voice* NIGHTMARE
WHO: Tsutomu and youuuuu
WHAT: Tsutomu is in the wilderness thanks to the concerning noises he is forming from his night terrors. Perhaps they catch your ear?
WHEN: Sometime after Halloween
WHERE: Somewhere half a day's walk away from the city in the Spring segment, but quicker by airship or teleportation.
WARNINGS: Unsure how much Tsutomu is willing to share of himself to someone he's just met, but if it somehow comes down to it, there could be possible mentions of trauma, abuse, and PTSD behaviors
It starts as whimpers.
A small camp is settled nearby. There's a well built fire pit with a good foundation and surrounded by rocks. Whoever made it clearly has experience with the outdoors. A makeshift tent that's crude yet sturdy lies facing the fire. Next to the tent is a makeshift clothesline, holding up a humble, dampened yukata.
The whimpers grow louder, and turn into concerning groans that can be heard from a distance, likely attracting nearby life or passerbys.
Near the fire are sticks stuck into the ground, sharpened at the tip. One of the sticks has a half eaten fish impaled on it. A meal unfinished. Tsutomu is inside the tent, sleeping atop of a cloth protecting him from the ground. He's wearing his hakama, but his torso is bare, his clothes drying outside. What is he doing here? Why is he out in the wild when a safe and warm apartment waits for him in Nightwake? Why is he so troubled in his sleep?
The groans and whimpers turn into a terrified scream. Tsutomu thrashes about, his eyes kept shut.
WHAT: Tsutomu is in the wilderness thanks to the concerning noises he is forming from his night terrors. Perhaps they catch your ear?
WHEN: Sometime after Halloween
WHERE: Somewhere half a day's walk away from the city in the Spring segment, but quicker by airship or teleportation.
WARNINGS: Unsure how much Tsutomu is willing to share of himself to someone he's just met, but if it somehow comes down to it, there could be possible mentions of trauma, abuse, and PTSD behaviors
It starts as whimpers.
A small camp is settled nearby. There's a well built fire pit with a good foundation and surrounded by rocks. Whoever made it clearly has experience with the outdoors. A makeshift tent that's crude yet sturdy lies facing the fire. Next to the tent is a makeshift clothesline, holding up a humble, dampened yukata.
The whimpers grow louder, and turn into concerning groans that can be heard from a distance, likely attracting nearby life or passerbys.
Near the fire are sticks stuck into the ground, sharpened at the tip. One of the sticks has a half eaten fish impaled on it. A meal unfinished. Tsutomu is inside the tent, sleeping atop of a cloth protecting him from the ground. He's wearing his hakama, but his torso is bare, his clothes drying outside. What is he doing here? Why is he out in the wild when a safe and warm apartment waits for him in Nightwake? Why is he so troubled in his sleep?
The groans and whimpers turn into a terrified scream. Tsutomu thrashes about, his eyes kept shut.
no subject
There's intent there. Maybe it's apparent that its focused on Tsutomu now: that ridiculous sex-charisma now dialed down into an earnest attempt at securing comfort and closeness instead of something like usual. Something far less silly and over the top and ostentatious.
"Could I show you?" He asks, head tilted a little. "I find sometimes words are sometimes insufficient in these matters."
no subject
Seriously, what is this?
It's heavy. Intense. Tsutomu feels his entire body freeze and his heart race. When Amahiko touches his face, a very noticeable heat rises to the samurai's cheeks. Tsutomu sharply inhales and finds himself unable to exhale when he sees the shifting shadow of Amahiko's body become close to his.
That odd aura of his makes Tsutomu's mind race a million malms a second.
Eventually he manages to put two and two together, and he grabs Amahiko's wrist to pull his hand away from his face. He doesn't, however, let go of it.
"L-Lord Tendou! Be there no end to thy teasing? Just how persistent canst thou—"
Tsutomu shakes his head, so caught off guard that he dives into his samurai dialect for a second.
"H-how on earth is something like that supposed to help anyway?"
Even his hands are hot from fluster.