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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

ENERGY79%
Extroverted
MIND72%
Intuitive
NATURE88%
Feeling
TACTICS92%
Judging
IDENTITY51%
Turbulent

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[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 ~~bullying~~teasing 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.]

[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.

Edited 2023-12-25 00:55 (UTC)

[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.]

Edited 2023-12-25 00:57 (UTC)

[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.]

Hey, Olivine, This is Eiden. Meet me in the lobby? 💚

[ eiden keeps it simple, there's nothing like these watches in klein, so he hopes olivine is doing ok with handling them (and of course he's willing to help) but he figures meeting in a familiar place in this strange resort is a good launching pad.

he'll wait for him, or answer any questions, but will also just be draped in a chair in some comfortable clothes, looking out for olivine almost too eagerly from his it looks, glancing in so many directions (so many hallways... he could
be anywhere?) ]

Olivine. This is Jin Guangyao It seems as though we are the same suite and rank. Your room must be near mine. You look lovely. I hope you are doing well.

( sorry, this might come a little late in the evening. hopefully not after olivine's gone to sleep or anything. but, something's keeping him awake and his curiosity is getting the better of him and olivine's the only one he can think to talk to about this considering his profession. )

You got a minute?

[from here]

[welcome to the dilemma of Olivine being... well, the way he is, Jin Guangyao. maybe the best (worst?) part is the fact that most of this isn't even an act.]

Nngh... painfully badly. I need—haangh!

[fingers tease his entrance, slipping easily into the wet confines of his hole. too soon, they pull back out, and Olivine exhales a needy whine in turn. the other hand releases his hair, and the priest's head dips, a shudder running down his spine.]

A-ah... yes, master. Which way should I prepare myself...?

[oh, his voice is an absolute purr at that, heartbeat picking up at the prospect. granted, it'll require quite a thorough fucking, but even if he doesn't actually end up completely useless, it won't bother him.

as it stands, he already has to push himself up, to step over to the bed, waiting for his next order. after all, he does want to behave... probably.]

Father Olivine. Are you free right now?

so what kind of worship

Treasured chest, hmm? That's.. quite the profile picture.

They are certainly right about you being a treasure.

That profile was quite lavish in its praise of you, but you seem far sweeter than its words could ever convey.

May I ask if you've had the opportunity to write anything new, lately?

[it's one of those rare times rei comes out of his lab. he looks well fed at least! 100% thanks to olivine, of course. he looks a little sleepy but that's about par for the course once he's emerged from a 12-hour experiment with little to no breaks other than the olivine-mandated ones.

he meanders around all his shit, spotting olivine puttering around in the kitchen. he slides into a bar seat, slumped over the bar and watching as olivine does whatever he's doing.]

Do you know anyone who's a 6 or 7 of diamonds? Not having Father around is starting to get inconvenient, so the sooner I can get him, the better.

[ Moving his things upstairs had taken all of one trip - it's not like he had a lot of possessions, after all - but before he attempts to settle in, he makes one more trip back downstairs to the lower levels. Heading for the familiar door he swings by with almost as much frequency of his own.

On one hand, it's meant to be a lighthearted visit, but on the other hand, he really hopes he can coaxe Olivine to do something he might see as 'selfish' considering it would result in getting him out of the lower levels, too.

Now Sylvain just has to figure out how to spin it in such a way that Olivine would consider it. ]

[ tseng has no expectation of remaining anonymous considering their discussion on corsets and corset piercings, but because he's unfortunately a terrible gift-giver, he doesn't think to leave a note in the box that he delivers to olivine's suite in the early hours on friday morning.

inside the box are two items. the first is a corset; following their conversation on the subject all those weeks ago, tseng had spent some time doing his due diligence, and while the one he's found won't be great for waist training, it's not like priest olivine of the sluttiest waists in klein exactly needs it, so tseng thinks it will be fine. the fabric is a slightly lighter shade of green than in the picture, and the embroidery is pink and gold with traces of blue, all shades meant to compliment olivine's natural coloring. it's easy to wear on its own, or atop a shirt or something like that, leaving enough room between the laces for his gemstone to rest undisturbed.

the second item is just something tseng had seen in the same shop, something that made him think of olivine immediately. it's been modified slightly to fit his body type, but otherwise looks basically like it does in the picture, delicate florals and ribbons, accenting his chest and waist and hips while leaving plenty of room for his jewelry (and, notably, easy access without removing the garment).

both of these items are neatly wrapped in soft white tissue paper and packed into a blue garment box for olivine to open at his leisure. ]

( As much as Olivine tries to keep that blissful aura seducing Sunday’s senses, it is the power of his halo which radiates to absorb and pick up on those wretched feelings. He takes a steady breath to keep himself from acting out, he’s a master of bottling everything and repressing desires. He will suffer through this time if he has to, and he will give himself to him if there is no other choice. )

That is a predicament you’re in, and I’m no doctor but given the fine print of this place, medicine wouldn’t help you, would it?

Or us.

( He squeezes his hand, feeling how heated Olivine’s and glancing down at them. Curiosity and conflict both keep glistening deep in his eyes as he gazes the man’s thighs beside him. The masculinity in his hands, his torso and ultimately his face. )

How bad of a request could it be? You’re allowed to speak up. Keeping silence won’t take us anywhere. Besides, I also sense I’m starting to feel… Unwell? My heart keeps accelerating for no apparent reason.

[(from here)

The sheer number of weird things Klein natives already accept on the daily certainly makes this easier for them both. And honestly, a lot of what Kleken says here sounds pretty reasonable to him? There's a thread of doubt still there, hair thin with his pleasant buzz but still existing.]

Mm, I see. It makes sense, with that sort of depth... was it a trait your family shared, this interest?

["is that how they got into such debt?" He's still sober enough to not give Kleken every answer on a silver platter, for now.]

[Ring. Ring. Ring. Maybe one day Rinne will borrow his watch and put a custom ringtone for it. For now, as soon as Olivine answers, he'll hear Rinne's chipper tone that seems a little breathless. Probably from laughing earlier. Who knows?]

Father, ya busy right now?

[Knocking is for polite people, a category Felix separates himself from. He kicks the door with a couple times instead to announce himself.]

Priest, you in there?

Olivine?
it's Kaveh
I was wondering if you had any free time.

[ So... Weiss is hitting up Olivine's Open Season profile because she doesn't know his username and tried to find him elsewhere LOL GASDFGFDSHF ]

I somehow didn't think you'd be into lace.

It's Weiss. I was wondering if I could ask a favour of you? Rather, if I could commission you to make me some jewellery.

[Hiyori likes getting gifts for people, so on the 25th, Olivine will receive a small package. The first Christmas-slash-Kleinmas gift is a simple set of colored pencils. The second is a two-pack of stick-on rhinestones that look like gems. For anything you might want to bedazzle! he writes, calling back to the conversation they had on their Mating Season date.

Merry Kleinmas!

The note is signed with Hiyori's signature.]

[ a day or so after tseng has discovered his ~helpfully submitted~ ai meme submission and summarily deleted it— ]

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