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@treasuredchest
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My Self-Summary

Hello, my name is Olivine. I'm a priest of the God of Klein, and I enjoy helping others in my free time. I'm also a healer, so if you ever find yourself in need, please don't hesitate to seek me out for assistance or conversation or both.

I like to think myself quite easy to get along with, and I'm happy to make friends and acquaintances. I've been told I can be a little too optimistic sometimes, but I can't really help it. Ah, and I've been working on myself of late to become more self-confident, with the help of others around me.

My Future Plans

For the moment, I'm just looking to make connections. If I can, I'd also like to find something to do with myself—I have experience with several creative endeavours.

I may not be able to offer much now, but I hope to become more helpful in the future. Please bear with me in the interim.

My Talents

As I mentioned before, I'm a healer and a priest. I also know a fair bit of magic, at least how it works in my own world. On top of that, I enjoy painting and writing.

I have a penchant for trying new things, even when they may seem strange. I'm quite... resilient, when it comes to that.

Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

Oh, I don't know. I like a lot of fantasy books, especially ones with intrigue and romance in them, as well as tomes and history books. I also quite enjoy church music, though... I suppose I just like music in general. Things that are pleasant to listen to and soothe the heart.

I haven't gotten a chance to experience much in the way of food, personally. I do love home-cooked meals and fresh breads, things that are flavourful and comforting.

My Ideal Partner

Well... I think my ideal partner would be someone strong-willed, confident, and warm-hearted. Someone kind and understanding, who can accept me as I am.

Mm... and it wouldn't hurt if he was someone playful and a bit rough. I like it when I'm taken by surprise, in all senses of the word, by someone I trust. Of course... it's also best if they can handle a little playfulness in return.

Height 176cm Body Type Muscular Smokes Never tried Drinks Sweet and fruity Drugs Never tried Sign Libra Education Priesthood and magic classes Occupation Priest Income Enough Children None Pets None Hobbies Painting, writing, reading, creating toys

art credit: All official NU: Carnival art!

01. WINE OR BEER

WINE

.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES

CLOWNS

.03 SHOWER OR BATH

BATH

.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS

PIRATES

.05 TITS OR ASS

TITS

.06 COFFEE OR TEA

TEA

.07 SPICY OR SWEET

SWEET

.08 SUMMER OR WINTER

SUMMER

.09 LEATHER OR LACE

LACE

10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX

ROUGH SEX

Personality Type
ENFJ-T

ENERGY

79%

Extroverted

MIND

72%

Intuitive

NATURE

88%

Feeling

TACTICS

92%

Judging

IDENTITY

51%

Turbulent

personality test. Official NU: Carnival art

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Peacock overflow: @infernaltouch

[massochism]

[from here]
[Oh. oh. Olivine practically melts into the massage, little hitches and gasps escaping him. It's at once sensual and not, different from the bullyingteasing Eiden usually leans into. That makes sense, really, since it's a whole different circumstance.

He can tell, beyond the achingly pleasant lilt to all of it, how skilled the other is. Okay, maybe there's a chance that's just him talking, but even so.]

Haah... ah... no. I don't usually get—headaches.

[His head does tilt down somewhat though, facilitating the warm dive of fingers against his scalp. Oh, this is just... divine.]

Peacock overflow: @deleau

[massochism]

[from here]
[the issue there, of course, is perspective. a reasonable one, truly, given Teyvat's... everything. it's hard to call a God absent when you've never had one exist within your space, after all.]

It sounds like a fascinating place. [he can't help but laugh, shaking his head.] I don't mean to imply that it would be some sort of obsession... there are many circumstances I don't understand simply because they're different from my own.

But... when it comes to criminals, it truly depends on where you are. The Water Territory is fairly small, and many of its residents are church-goers. For us... usually, it's we priests who take in the accused and hear each side. It's a rarity, in my experience. I haven't lived for that long, but I haven't ever seen a case that wasn't handled well.

I can't speak for the other territories, of course... and we all, more or less, listen to the laws of the Kleinster Kingdom.

[infernaltouch]

Ah. I see. Good to hear. But just in case...

[Skilled fingers slide down to the crook of the skull above the nape, where they press into the little concave and slide down and back up.]

This might feel a touch unpleasant, but it'll help lighten your head.

[Thumbs press into Olivine's temple, making small teasing circles into the muscle, as if trying to distract from the discomfort. Olivine's little gasps and sighs send a small shiver down Koro's spine. The sounds combined with his adorable face...Koro felt like he could melt, unable to resist spoiling this man he just met just a little.]

[massochism]

[unpleasant? it aches a little, certainly, but the noises coming from the priest suggest anything but unpleasant. perhaps they could be misinterpreted, if not for the way Olivine leans into everything, trying to maintain his composure in the face of it all.

when he can look up again, mottled hunger and relief in his gaze, he manages to offer a little smile in turn.]

Ah... haah... thank you... I'm feeling quite... refreshed now.

[refreshed is certainly a word. boxed in and spoilt, body reacting pleasantly to every ache and soothing brush, utterly pliable as he leans in to the demon. how bad off must he have been, he wonders, to feel so utterly drawn in by the simple act of pampering?]

Peacock overflow: @silicone (cw: smut, nu's wet holes thing)

[massochism]

[from here]
[Eiden's weight, pressed against Olivine's own and pinning him to the bath, is both warm and comforting. The other always looks so good above him, taking away any thoughts in the priest's head. How could he have them anyway? When eager bodies meet and lust-drunk eyes rake over the sight before him, the way his cock rises from the water as if in greeting.]

I'll take it all—ah!

[a hand guides his thigh over Eiden's hip and Olivine shifts in his little space, eyelids fluttering as his greedy hole meets the firm press of that length. Eiden's name tumbles from his lips, and before his head lowers Olivine embraces his cheek. He needs it, needs to feel the stretch, almost a reminder of where he belongs.]

Eiden... nngh... you always—uagh!

[hips jolt as the brunet sucks on a nipple, and warm fingers tangle in his hair to tremble with need.]

Wait— [It's almost instant, every other person in this place being forgotten. Someone could look over, could see them, and the priest probably wouldn't even notice. He must already look a mess, nipple soaked with saliva when Eiden pulls off with an audible pop. His cock digs in harder and Olivine only grows louder, reaching to thread trembling fingers in soft hair. Delicate lashes flutter then, eager body feeling hot and aching. If he dug just a little harder, he could—

If he stopped to think, he would fear. If there was active else here, Olivine is sure he would hold some trepidation at least. But with Eiden... his Eiden, his shining star... in his mind, there's nothing that could stop them.]

All... haah...! [He's practically drooling already as fingers dig into his thigh, breath turning harsh and panting at the possessive sensation.] nngh, for you... always.

[It's not hard to think back on it. The things they've done, so often in such close proximity to others. Eiden is so self-assured, unafraid of judgment in these moments, taken with him alone in the space they share. His essence mingles with the priest's and it's as soothing as it is arousing. If not for the water already ensuring it all, he's sure he'd be practically dripping with need by now.]

Haah... please don't... make me wait too long... Eiden...

[don't worship me, he wants to say. Olivine never wanted to be worshiped... and yet he finds he doesn't mind right now. Not with Eiden.]

I'm already going crazy... nngh... waiting for you. I feel so hot... I can't stop thinking about you. Your lips, your hands... your cock... please, Eiden.

[It's almost funny, really. Normally he'd be a little more reserved, at least until Eiden bullied him into his desires. Now... he doesn't want to hold back at all. Maybe he'll chalk it up to the overflow of essence, or the pull of the shampoo, or any number of other oh so convenient excuses. In the end though, all that matters is this, is them.]

[silicone]

[ things like worship are complicated for olivine, eiden knows. but he still deserves it, a personal sort of worship, the kind that he knows is genuine - past holding him up on a pedestal, and walking up to it with him hand in hand instead. eiden would perhaps at least feel a little modicum of shame-cum-possession (every cum pun included) but right now, there's a further sense of pride, warmth in how olivine spreads himself out for him, takes him in so eagerly. ]

It's okay... i-it's okay, I know...

[ stroking his thigh softly, slowly with one hand while the other plays slowly with his chest, dragging fingers to give each nipple its own care, dipping to kiss his way up his chest, along his neck. he can't get enough of him, lips parting to taste the warmth of his skin, breathing him in. the scent of the soap is intoxicating, but the curves, warmth, and slick wetness of olivine's body drive him further than any other aphrodisiac could. a deep blush has bled over eiden's cheeks, down his neck as he pushes his cock fully inside, sheathing himself in the decadent heat. ]

Olivine - hah... ohhhhh... [ a soft gasp as he feels him around him, everywhere, suffused in him. ] - man, fuck everyone else, they can enjoy the show or leave, no skin off my back...

[ said as he draws out to the flared tip of his head and and pushes back in with a sharp snap of his hips, just to delight in the way olivine's flesh bounces with the force of it. over again, and again, a few quick times in succession, he bounces him on his cock fingers dug into his skin as he keeps his eyes trained on him and only him. ]

Just look at me... look at us... down here... [ one hand slides downwards, to where their bodies meet, framing the base of his cock with his fingers poised in a "v" as he bites his lip. ] Look at how we fit... s'perfect, right? Like you were made for me, for my cock to slide right inside... to use you just how you want. You take such good care of me...

[massochism]

[Olivine would be utterly, completely flattered if he knew how Eiden saw it. it might take some time to accept, but... well, so had everything else that's been worthwhile. every word spoken sinks into him, curls around him like the softest, most comforting blanket. even at his worst, teasing and taunting and laughing, the brunet always made him feel... wanted. loved. more than just what he is, what he was told to be.]

Then... nngh...

[his whole body feels like it's on fire as fingers tease nipples, dragging and dipping against soft skin. that's barely soothed by the press of lips over his chest, his neck, and Olivine's head tilts up so prettily in offering. the angle is too sharp to really cling to him, else there's no doubt the priest would right now. aphrodisiacs may as well not exist, either—he'd have been in this space the instant he was alone with Eiden, had been practically since they started talking, alongside the excitement of just... having that time again. to stay with him, to be with him.

finally, though, Eiden's cock pushes inside, and Olivine still half-bites down his moan in turn. it's still so loud in their small space anyway.]

Gggh... ah... oh God, Eiden... [perfect. his whole body poised to take Eiden in, that's the only thing he can call it.] It's—haah!

[it's whatever, really. as Eiden pulls back, every inch of him drawing against Olivine's greedy insides. they could be watching and he... for once, he thinks it wouldn't really bother him. the snap of hips inwards jolts him fully against the bath wall, and it forces a sharp howl of a noise from the priest's lips. cheeks darken all the more and he can't help but reach up to cover his mouth for the second, the third. it really doesn't help, never has.]

Eiden... nnghaah... [it's so much easier to just not be self-conscious. his gaze follows Eiden's hand, down past his cock to where their bodies meet, so alluring in the way they appear just beyond the emphasising fingers there.] Perfect... yes... I still can't really believe it. The way you fill me up... haaah... the way you use me. And you take good care of me, too...

[the fondness on his face is clear as Olivine shifts a hand to cradle his cheek, warmth suffusing against his palm.]

[deleau]

No, you were not far off. For some, it truly is an obsession. There are often reporters who update the public on these ongoing 'sagas'. Perhaps in the future, the courts will become less dramatic, but the shift in public opinion may take time to shift. [Furina had been the one to enjoy and encourage the drama. Without her co-presiding over trials there may be slightly less drama, but he doesn't expect it to stop altogether. Life is often dramatic, especially when it involves a crime.]

I can understand the curiosity in the spectacle for some though I do not possess it myself.

[Neuvillette is obviously curious about how trials are conducted where Olivine is from.] I see. Quite a sensible approach. May I ask who the arbiter of the trial is? Is it someone like you? A priest?

[massochism]

[reporters and dramatics... Olivine truly can't imagine it. even something as simple as the Idol event had caused such a rift that—his wandering thoughts are pulled back as he shakes his head.]

Changing a fundamental part of one's lifestyle often requires a lot of time. But I don't think it's so bad to have such differences.

[his brows furrow in a sort of embarrassment at the following questions; Olivine may not be the best person to ask too much about trials, but he'll do his best.]

Apologies, I'm not sure I know enough to sate your curiosity... but all decisions are adjudicated by the High Priest. Information may be taken by some of the other priests, but it's always brought to the High Priest in the end. [a laugh.] I wouldn't even know how to begin to judge someone that way... I'd much rather help them carry their burdens.

Gives u a tag an hour after Christmas

[infernaltouch]

Oh? Usually people don't feel the effects until some time after I'm done.

[Koro pulls his hands back, finished and feeling satisfied with his work. Seeing a beautiful man with suds streaming down his face while sporting an expression of bliss and ecstasy is...quite a sight to behold. Koro quickly wipes away a bit of drool from the corner of his mouth, and moves Olivine under the running water, running a hand through his hair as he rinses the water out.]

Maybe something else is making you feel refreshed, hmm?

[Teasing fingers strum on Olivine's hip.]

u were well before christmas in my Past Land

[massochism]

Is... is that so?

[Olivine's expression soothes somewhat, though it still maintains that healthy curiosity, the undertone of want brought about with such careful pressure. Koro is either perceptive or confident enough that it doesn't really make a difference, and the priest finds himself quite pleased to just... let himself be cared for again.]

Oh... well, I suppose it could be something else. [fingers strum his hip and his head tilts up a little more. there's a shyness—no, not a shyness. there's something coy about it, and with it a hand rises up to play over Koro's arm, his chest.] It sounds like you have some idea what may be causing it, Koro... perhaps you're willing to share?

[maybe, just little by little, he's learning from Eiden. then again... Olivine always was pretty good at innocently, coyly bringing up his wants. the whole actually expressing them thing is definitely Eiden though.]

[deleau]

Does it? [He cants his head slightly before looking thoughtful like this is news to him.] I apologize. I seem to be a poor judge as to how long it takes a person to change... if they even do.

[He finds it interesting but frustrating that his lack of understanding when it comes to shifts like this has once again come up.]

Wouldn't you? I find that most people are capable of making decent judgements on a situation if they remain neutral. You strike me as the kind of person who would listen carefully to both sides and make a decision based on facts and evidence.

[Neuvillette fixes his gaze on him, silvery slit pupils staring intently.]

What kinds of burdens? And how would you go about helping someone carry them?

[massochism]

You've nothing to apologise for. It isn't that I'm any better at it than you, but... mm. Perhaps more that it's my interpretation of what I've seen. There are so many ways to live our short lives, and most of them need no change to begin with... but in my experience, it can be difficult to change even when the rhetoric you're brought up on is proven... questionable, if not false.

[He hides it better than some things, but there's a touch of guilt there in his own right.]

And when it's a collective change to the morals of society, requiring a number of people to change how they act and explain the world, that would take even longer, don't you think? It happens so slowly that we may not even notice it's changing.

[Olivine blinks as Neuvillette explains—praises him so, and he can't help but smile a little shyly in it. Really, he has too much faith, he thinks...]

I do try to do that... but it would be different if I were in a different position, I think. [The church is...] There is more than just the moral standard of one person to consider, after all. There are doctrines and standards to think of, alliances and treaties that can affect the judgment of one person. It's too much for me.

[He's too soft to be the one person making decisions that affect the whole world. But he smiles more broadly then at the question.]

Mmm... do bear in mind that this is just my personal philosophy—if you're speaking in terms of the church the actual rules are fairly vague. A priest's actual duties are simply to help keep the faithful from straying too far from their path, and to uphold the teachings of our God so that they may live in comfort and grace.

For me... that takes many forms. The relief and comfort of helping someone carry heavy goods they wouldn't be able to, the excitement of children as they grow and learn. Seeing someone smile for the first time because they faced their fears or repaired relationships after what they thought were world-ending arguments. I suppose... in the simplest terms, I help others carry those burdens by taking the time to understand them and what may be done about them. Whatever form they take, I find it exceedingly rare that a burden is meant for one person alone.

[He wonders if it's a little naive, sometimes, but it's hard to argue with how much he's grown since he met Eiden and the other clan members. And he pauses then, cheeks reddening at the realisation of just how long he'd been going on.]

Sorry... that got a little long-winded for a fairly broad explanation, didn't it?

[silicone]

[ the hand on his cheek earns a soft look from eiden - his eyes widening for a moment before he chuckles privately for the both of them, nuzzling into the palm offered to him. eiden closes his eyes for a moment, lavishes in the touch, in being surrounded by olivine's body. he trembles, barely imperceptible, but with how close they are it's likely olivine will feel it. granted, he tries to cover it up, letting his hands span the warmth of olivine's body as he lets the steady rhythm they build up between them take over.

the man never ceases to surprise eiden, truly, every time he looks him in the eye, he can't help but find himself filled with warmth that goes straight to his toes and back up again. ]

Always. I'll always take good care of you...

[ he would never not. never in a million years, as long as he lives. he lets those roving hands, the one framing their intimate connection, slide back up to slip into his hair, strands falling over his knuckles as he presses a slow kiss to his mouth, parting lips to trace his tongue inside.

mid-kiss - ]

Like this... make as much noise as you want... tell me how much you enjoy it, how good it feels for you... [ a kiss, and then another ] I wanna hear every moan, every noise...

[ - leaning in once more, he holds his face. hovering over his lips: ]

I love every little sound you make.

[ he bucks his hips to punctuate the last part: ] Just [ slap ] for [ slap ] me.

[deleau]

[Despite it seeming as though Neuvillette's expression remains unchanged, he also seems to be becoming increasingly uncertain. He finds this incredibly difficult to comprehend. Perhaps it's the 'short lives' factor that creates such a dissonance but he finds he can't even start to guess how long it might take a human to change their core opinions and values, if they even ever would. His eyes move, searching as he tries to reason out an answer when Olivine questions his opinion.]

Y-es, yes, that does follow that more people would take longer to change... [He still doesn't seem positive. Luckily, Olivine comes to his rescue by going back to trials and punishment.]

I understand that your courts are informal, but I believe it's important that the law and justice should be above alliances and treaties. All men are equal under the law. At least, it is so in Fontaine and it has served us well.

But I do acknowledge the situation you and the Water Territory find yourselves in is quite different.

[He is deeply curious about these 'burdens' Olivine claims to help with but he's unsure if he has any better understanding of what he meant. It seemed to cover... anything?]

No need for an apology. I would prefer a detailed response, however, I still find it unclear. It sounds as though the burden could be... anything? Something physical or completely intangible. Surely, there must be a limit to the problems you might solve.

[massochism]

[Eiden trembles, and it only makes Olivine want to hold him more tenderly. it's something he would never call the other on, knows there are things he surely wants to keep to himself. maybe one day, they'll get there.

there's no rush, not with Olivine. not when he thinks he can feel it in the thrust of hips, the jolt of his body and the warmth of hands against it.]

Ei... den... nnnh...

[he's so... sweet. even just like this, threading fingers into Olivine's hair and holding him close. mouths meet and tongues mingle again, and he sighs softly into it. teeth bite down in just the gentlest nip.

ah... but then he says that, and Olivine can't help but flush deeper still, creeping down his neck.]

You're so... ah... how can I ever say no to you? [more kisses, warm and heady, keep him grounded.] I don't want to hide from you...

[he's so close, and Olivine wants so badly to lean up and brush those lips.]

I always feel so good—

[his hands falter, fingers curling against Eiden's back as he bucks his hips and drives half-yelped cries from him.]

Ah... you're so deep... I feel like I'm going crazy. [his lips tilt up this time to brush the brunet's, thumb brushing his cheek.] You're so... perfect for me... Eiden... I've needed you so badly.

[for longer than he likes to admit, honestly.]

[massochism]

I have no doubt that for the High Priest, that is true. It's only why I don't think I could be that person.

[it's not that he can't see the discomfort and uncertainty there, but... well, it's different from person to person, isn't it? and he'll admit quite freely that his idealism comes from a place of privilege, of relative peace.]

Oh! Well... certainly, there are problems I cannot solve, yes. I don't have endless funds to help those who need it, for example... but whatever problems I can solve, I want to. [laughing softly, he sets his utensils down for a moment.] I think, perhaps, your confusion is in the difference between hearing a burden and being able to solve it. We're not required to solve any specific problems, and those who speak with us know that. There's always a chance that we'll have to decline assisting in some cases.

We're only human, after all. Sorry that I can't give more clarity, but I'm not sure what more I would say. I most often take confessions or lead mass, and help with things like carrying supplies to the church and around the city. I also write children's books and create gifts for them for the holidays. Ah... and sometimes I help with teaching them to read.

[it really is just kind of... anything, isn't it.]

[silicone]

[ well he'd like to state for the record that olivine can always say no to him, but at the same time... why would he? why would either of them? eiden watches that beautiful color take to olivine's skin before being subsumed in kisses again. he swallows up the last word with the tip of his tongue pressing into olivine's mouth, a devouring kiss as he braces a hand on the side of the bath and drives into him precisely how he knows he likes it.

he needs him, and eiden is so glad he's here to be just that - what he needs. after everything that's happened... after last seeing him... god... he's so afraid of losing him to anything like that ever again.

so he smiles instead of lingering over the fear of seeing olivine then, fleeing to the woods, the blood trickling down his neck from the stab of a needle. ]

I know... and I haven't been around either. You've been carrying such a heavy burden all on your own shoulders. I should have been there sooner, faster...

[ he leans in and nuzzles him softly, the thrusting of his hips slowing in order to err on the side of being deeper than simply quick. he rolls his hips, driving into him and gazing deep into his eyes now. ]

But I'm here now. I can be here and give you whatever you need, whatever you want. [ his hands don't leave olivine's face, fingers curling at some of his hair that has found its way forward as he kisses his mouth, his forehead, the space between his eyes. ] I'm all yours, okay? You say my name and I'll come... no matter what. Even if it's to read or to work on a project or... or anything. I'll be here at your beck and call.

[ his voice wavers a little bit before he finally gives him a very playful (suitably mean) slap to his ass as it crests out of the water with one thrust. ]

Now... take. Take until you come. I want to see you go crazy in the way I like best. In the way that feels good for you.

[deleau]

Ah, good. That is reassuring. Despite many attempts otherwise, there is no place for politics in the court of law. I'm glad to hear that your High Priest is beyond that.

[Neuvillette listens keenly as Olivine explains further, seeming to hang on every word.]

You aren't required... but you do try. [He looks to the side, eyes moving as he thinks for a moment.] Do you... have regrets? Do you feel guilty if you're unable to help someone?

[He doesn't realize how the deep question might be upsetting. His expression shifts subtly into a hint of a smile.] Reading to children, that's quite a noble endeavor and no doubt quite rewarding.

[massochism]

[he could state it for the record, and Olivine would probably just pinch his cheeks and scold him for even thinking he could be speaking in earnest. it is the reality of it, after all. Eiden, the way that he swallows up the priest's thoughts and fears, devours every second of doubt with tongue and teeth and lips, is practically perfect in his eyes. without ever having to talk it through, he's already figured Olivine out.

hips drive him into the side of the bath and he's stricken by it again. the hapless, hopeless drag of care, want, need, all shared between them. to think, he'd been so close to hurting him, to losing him by losing himself. if he'd left him alone because of his own stubbornness...

they're so alike in that. Eiden speaks of not being around, of leaving him alone, and Olivine has to quash the guilt that threatens to rise up between them.]

Eiden... don't... haah! Ah... you had so much to do... you came exactly when I—needed you.

[he can't help but believe it was God's benevolence, in all his priestly understanding... but that's okay. it's telling, even, that God sees fit to see them together. that's what he thinks, anyway. Eiden nuzzles into him without stopping the thrust of his hips, and Olivine has to hold on to his shoulders a little more tightly to keep from squirming and arching at the new angle, the new depth.

his gaze is hazy and warm, lips parted for panting breaths.]

You're here. That's all I—aah!—care about. [there's a huff of laughter at the words, the offer. all his... all his. it's intoxicating. selfishness rises in his chest and he can just imagine taking advantage of it, seeing how far Eiden meant for it, finding no ending. honestly, it scares him a little, thinking he could be allowed such an indulgence.] Eiden... o—okay. I'll remember. [another kiss to his mouth, reciprocated in kind. his hands move to cover Eiden's on his face, even though it unbalances him.] You... you too, though—I'm all yours, too. Anytime you want me, just call for me. I won't leave you alone. No matter what.

[his thoughts are utterly scattered as Eiden slaps his ass when it rises out of the water, a sharp yelp escaping him before it melts into a groan. half-lidded eyes look upward at the brunet, weight shifting at his order. his request. his declaration.]

Ah... haah... [he barely manages a nod, one trembling hand reaching to find purchase on the edge of the tub. red-cheeked, any remaining sense of propriety is clearly drained out of him by the time he speaks.] Then... nhhaah... keep slapping my ass. I want to—to feel it... for days...♥

[it's hard to keep talking in full sentences, so he stops trying for now. instead, Olivine does what he's asked—greedily, hungrily. his hips roll into every deep thrust, sure he could feel the tip of his cock butting up against his gemstone if he focused. the very thought only makes his reactions more visceral, leg curled tight over Eiden's waist, gaze dropping down to watch the jolt of his cock alongside the way the brunet's slides effortlessly in and out. no, he certainly won't last much longer... but that's alright. more than alright.]

[massochism]

[Olivine... does not have the heart to tell him how weird Kleinster's politics are. they don't show up as much in the handling of criminals related to their territory anyway, probably.]

I do. [his questions earn a softer smile, and he has to wonder what kind of life Neuvillette has led thus far, being so distant from something he finds so natural. actually, he reminds Olivine a little of Blade, struggling to learn how humans work (let alone how his own emotions do) without any assistance at all.] And... I do regret when I can't help someone, but it feels like I "should" be able to. It's easy to do, when you think back on how you could have allocated your resources to better help more people. But guilt isn't a part of it. Guilt is a heavy thing to bear, the knowledge that you had the ability to help someone, but chose not to. We cannot spend our lives wondering how much of our resources we should reserve, just in case something else comes up; it's far more rare that a change would have allowed more assistance than it is that you could never have been able at all.

Moreover... we have no control over someone else. I can offer everything someone needs, but if they're not ready to take the steps to use it, no amount of assistance will solve the problem. Those people... I feel sorrow for, and I hope that their hearts and God will guide them to their wishes in the future.

[that soft expression turns into something rather akin to a beaming smile, warm and kind.] Yes, it is rewarding. I don't know whether it's noble, but it makes me feel happy and that's enough for me. Many of our young children have no one to teach them otherwise, whether their parents are working or passed from some tragedy, but all deserve the same opportunities and respect, I think.

[silicone]

[ he's proud of what satisfaction he can offer the other, his hips bruised and bruising at the same time. he loves looking downwards, watching olivine practically drool over being fucked roughly like this, being held until finger-shaped bruises claim him. eiden wants to claim him, but he also wants olivine to actually feel what this place might have to offer, even if they're going back home.

they have to go back home.

eiden's cock bottomed out presses deep inside, and with a hand raking upwards, eiden slides it over his belly, presses as he bucks forward with a smile on his flushed face. flushed from the bath, from being buried so deep inside of olivine. ]

You can feel it, I know that look on your face... s'okay... just focus on me...

[ keep focusing on me. there are a few people watching from the side, not wildcards, it seems with how normal they seem to treat this. eiden just bows over him more, letting himself laugh. ]

Or maybe you do like a little audience. Just like behind the podium when you sucked me off... you're always so naughty.

[massochism]

[they really ought to talk about it, especially given their broad ideals on the idea of claiming one another. still, leave it to them to say the words practically without registering that they mean them individually too. here, they could be a little more possessive, could fall into some trap, but—it isn't much like Olivine, and he really wouldn't expect Eiden to not be his beautiful, irreverent self no matter what. as far as the priest is concerned, Eiden's heart is far too big for just one person. so as long as they're here, as long as he can just watch over the brunet to ensure that heart doesn't get properly broken or nothing bad happens to him, he's happy.

they have to go back home eventually. there's far too much to do.

Olivine can't help the shudder that slides down his spine when a hand rakes up and over his belly, presses down near the too-sensitive skin around his gemstone. if he wasn't already completely overwhelmed, that would do it—along with the notable shift of his cock driving deep in, caught against the pressure of that hand.]

Ah—I am— Eiden...

[God, he's so impossibly perfect. dirty and lewd and absolutely shameless in teasing Olivine, calling attention to the people watching as he does. it's not that he didn't notice them before, but as Eiden bows over him, bends him over more, he can't—he can't help himself.]

Haah... haah... I like... the feeling of it. Being caught, being watched... I can't help it. Especially with how you look at me... when I'm naughty. [sweetly, despite the tears now welling in his eyes, the ache of his skin where Eiden bruises them both with his pace. as long as they see him with Eiden... as long as Eiden accepts him, that's enough.] Nngh! Eiden, I can't...

[ah, he's close. there's the telltale squirm of it, even with every jolt into him obscuring that for everyone except the brunet. there are people watching, but he just... can't care. they don't know him. they don't need to know him, they're just here to witness this. sure, it still tinges his cheeks a little more red, as though there was much further they could go, but there's not the slightest cooling of desire.]

the goofiest meet cute ever written

[hotproblems]

[It becomes obvious practically immediately that the staff in the resort aren't going to help with more than the basic room cleaning, ah, as soon as Lorenz tries to ask one of them and they brush him off completely. That is a problem for one incredibly pressing reason: it's rude! The gall of these people to ignore him so blatantly! He is a nobleman accustomed to a full household of staff who are at least responsive, so to be ignored is so- so—!

Well, he might have called a staff member an impertinent chestnut with an unflattering haircut, which probably didn't help his case.

The other, less pressing but still important problem, is he doesn't know how to do laundry. At all, as it were, even during the war there had been other people handling all of that kind of thing - but when someone does impatiently point him to the communal laundry room, he doesn't even know what he's seeing. What are these boxes? Why does one of them sound like it's wet inside?

Today, anyone passing down this hall might hear the unmistakable sound of a spectre warbling its despair like one can hear all over the basement - except that it's Lorenz, actually, despairing at a washing machine. His life is over. He has to buy new clothes every time he needs to change, that's it, this machine is a demon...

After a minute of despair he sticks his head into the hall to flag someone down. Hi, hello, please take pity—]

You there! How do you do? I am in dire need of- [a glance over his shoulder] -another pair of hands. If you would spare me a moment of your time, lest I succumb to depravity, I would be in your debt. You have my word, and my word is wrought in iron!

[His tragedy, for the record, is he barely understood how to use the washer and now his sad lump of clothes is... a little too wet, still? It's bad. He mixed whites with purples too but that's the next tragedy.]

so goofy it may as well be a romcom

[massochism]

[the start of everything has just been... well, getting used to it all, for Olivine. he's not used to being ignored, though it doesn't offend him, so much as just... there's a little bit of a sense of uselessness in it for someone who's used to being helpful.

with that in the back of his mind, he's brought to the sound of utter despair, somewhere down the way in the basement. where exactly? he's... really not sure, but it's so mournful as to be concerning. and concerning is a good way to get Olivine to start looking, coming round the hall at just the right time to be called to.]

Ah- [well, extrapolating from the lack of wailing and the plea, the priest suspects he's found the culprit of the latter. concern knits over soft features, though the level of dramatics does cool that feeling slightly, internally. that's good, at least—no one is in danger of dying or anything yet.] what's happened? And—it's fine, you needn't make promises. I'm happy to help.

[especially not to him, he thinks. right now he's just worried about seeing what's going on, thinking about as much over his cropped shirt and mostly bare stomach as ever (which is not at all, this is just normal for him), let alone the prospective state of what he's about to walk into. could it be that bad? probably not, if Lorenz thinks he just needs an extra hand.

(to the taller man's credit though—the machines are confounding, even when you're used to washing clothes. he hasn't even tried to use them yet... and may just stick to hand-washing if he can.)]