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@fallennewmoon
In your eyes, I saw stars.
A Love and Deepspace rp account for a lost, white haired hunter with constellations for moles and eyes that shift between blues and greys in the light. Gifted with the darkness evol, obsessed with the stars and the moon;
Ilkay L. Kairis
A non-mc, male oc penned by @lostparadis. Set in the game Love and Deepspace, but not entirely canon compliant to it.
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Tella twisted her blonde hair up into a bun as she stared at yet another mission assignment from the Hunter's Association. Her blue eyes already ached from the screen, far too bright for such a late hour. With the start time in two hours, it would be pointless to go back to her studio apartment. Stumbling into the small kitchen on their floor of their spacious office, she didn't even realize that she'd bumped into someone until the force sent her bouncing into the wall.
"I'm so sorry! Are you okay?"
His body felt a couple of pounds heavier than it was. Maybe he shouldn't have pushed it so hard with the missions and trials, but now it was too late for regrets. All he could do was sigh and stretch as he waited for the water to be warm so he could make his tea.
Just one report to finish and—
"Careful!" Although horribly belated, the word still left his mouth as he reached over to steady whoever had bumped into him.
"It's alright." He shrugged her applogy off. He didn't really care about the bump, an accident that could've happened to anyone. Her though, "Are you okay? Did you hit yourself anywhere?"
"I'm pretty sure my headache is from the lack of sleep and bright screens, so I think I'm fine. And elbows are sturdy, they can handle a knock to drywall."
Tella offered a smile with a soft laugh. Murmuring her thanks, she moved to the pantry to search for the stash of hot chocolate she had hidden away.
"I'll be honest, I was surprised to find anyone else here this late."
She emerged from the pantry with her carton of milk hot chocolate mix, tiny marshmallows and a chocolate truffle. Carefully setting the ingredients down, she reached up to pick her mug from the middle shelf on the cabinet before glancing over at him.
"Do you want any?"
dividers by saradika | donatella's disguise
"Alright," he nodded, stepping away to give her space. With a tired but quiet sigh, he moved to pour himself a cup of warm water before letting his tea bag steep in it. And as he watched, physically here but mentally leaving somewhere else, an exhausted numbness started seeping into his body too.
"Hm?" He snapped back into place when she spoke, turning around just in time to see her leave the pantry with her hands full, "I didn't expect to be here at this hour either. But I have reports to write and I'd rather not take work home."
His home, where Tichi was probably waiting for him by the door, or maybe asleep somewhere. God, he wanted to shower and pass out in bed so badly.
Just one more report.
"No," he smiled gently, pulling his tea bag from the cup "but thank you for offering." He said nothing about the hidden stash as he watched her move in the kitchen. As far as he was aware, he hadn't seen anything different happen. Another gentle sigh escaped him when he finished mixing some sugar into his tea. Usually he'd take a moment to enjoy the smell of lemon tea, but right now he was too tired for that. Too tired to stand too, so he headed towards the table with his cup in hands and sat quietly.
Tella smiled sympathetically. It would appear her workload wasn't the only one that had doubled.
Focusing on making her own hot chocolate, she dropped the truffle and hot chocolate mix into her mug before pouring warm water over it. Adding a few ice cubes to cool it down slightly, she sprinkled countless marshmallows on top before returning everything to the pantry.
"If this could stay our little secret about my hidden hot chocolate setup, I'd be forever grateful. Tara is my best friend, but she has such a sweet tooth that this would be gone in two days."
Quietly closing the pantry door behind her, she moved to carry her mug back to her station. Pausing by the door, she glanced back over her shoulder.
"Oh, I was meaning to ask. I was going to turn off the overhead lights and switch on the low lamps and fairy lights. Just until my headache is better, but if that will make your work harder, I'll keep them on."
//no worries. Take all the time you need :)
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He took a small sip of his tea, softening slightly under the warmth of the liquid. Exhaustion no longer felt as crushing with each small sip.
"What chocolate?" He feigned obliviousness with the most dead of expressions he could muster. After taking another sip, he continued, "I only smell coffee with a bunch of marshmallows on it."
Then, with a shrug, he looked up and gave her a small secretive smile, "I know not what you speak of," he hesitated slightly, just now realizing he didn't know her name. In the end, he settled for a brief, "Miss."
"Oh, please," he sighed with relief, forcing himself to get up and go back to his desk. If he took any longer, he'd never make it home, "They're starting to irritate my eyes."
Tella twisted her blonde hair up into a bun as she stared at yet another mission assignment from the Hunter's Association. Her blue eyes already ached from the screen, far too bright for such a late hour. With the start time in two hours, it would be pointless to go back to her studio apartment. Stumbling into the small kitchen on their floor of their spacious office, she didn't even realize that she'd bumped into someone until the force sent her bouncing into the wall.
"I'm so sorry! Are you okay?"
His body felt a couple of pounds heavier than it was. Maybe he shouldn't have pushed it so hard with the missions and trials, but now it was too late for regrets. All he could do was sigh and stretch as he waited for the water to be warm so he could make his tea.
Just one report to finish and—
"Careful!" Although horribly belated, the word still left his mouth as he reached over to steady whoever had bumped into him.
"It's alright." He shrugged her applogy off. He didn't really care about the bump, an accident that could've happened to anyone. Her though, "Are you okay? Did you hit yourself anywhere?"
"I'm pretty sure my headache is from the lack of sleep and bright screens, so I think I'm fine. And elbows are sturdy, they can handle a knock to drywall."
Tella offered a smile with a soft laugh. Murmuring her thanks, she moved to the pantry to search for the stash of hot chocolate she had hidden away.
"I'll be honest, I was surprised to find anyone else here this late."
She emerged from the pantry with her carton of milk hot chocolate mix, tiny marshmallows and a chocolate truffle. Carefully setting the ingredients down, she reached up to pick her mug from the middle shelf on the cabinet before glancing over at him.
"Do you want any?"
dividers by saradika | donatella's disguise
"Alright," he nodded, stepping away to give her space. With a tired but quiet sigh, he moved to pour himself a cup of warm water before letting his tea bag steep in it. And as he watched, physically here but mentally leaving somewhere else, an exhausted numbness started seeping into his body too.
"Hm?" He snapped back into place when she spoke, turning around just in time to see her leave the pantry with her hands full, "I didn't expect to be here at this hour either. But I have reports to write and I'd rather not take work home."
His home, where Tichi was probably waiting for him by the door, or maybe asleep somewhere. God, he wanted to shower and pass out in bed so badly.
Just one more report.
"No," he smiled gently, pulling his tea bag from the cup "but thank you for offering." He said nothing about the hidden stash as he watched her move in the kitchen. As far as he was aware, he hadn't seen anything different happen. Another gentle sigh escaped him when he finished mixing some sugar into his tea. Usually he'd take a moment to enjoy the smell of lemon tea, but right now he was too tired for that. Too tired to stand too, so he headed towards the table with his cup in hands and sat quietly.
"Don’t make me chase you."
Ilkay paused. His brows furrowed slightly as he considered his words, "In what way?"
"Like, I shouldn't run or?" He asked, an idea already brewing in his head, "Be specific."
✱˚｡⋆ ↪ THE 𝐒TAGES OF 𝐈NTIMACY. a collection of various action prompts centered around the varying stages of intimacy. feel free to adjust as desired. heavily mature content, dni with this post if you are under 18, & DO NOT use these prompts for non-con scenarios. )
SETTINGS.
[01.] finding privacy in a cramped dressing room.
[02.] cramming into the backseat of a car together.
[03.] slipping into the lonesome alleyway behind the bar for "time alone".
[04.] pulling them away from a party after hours of relentless teasing.
[05.] getting handsy under the table at a fancy dining establishment.
[06.] taking the long way home and pulling over on a dark stretch of road.
[07.] staying behind at the venue after everyone else has left.
[08.] the hotel room door barely clicks shut before hands are on them.
[09.] a tent in the middle of nowhere where no one can hear anything.
NEW TERRITORY.
[10.] finding yourself staring at their mouth and getting caught.
[11.] pulling back from a kiss to look at them, then immediately going back in.
[12.] memorizing the shape of them for the first time with your palms.
[13.] that exploratory first kiss, reserved and shy.
[14.] a gentle first kiss that morphs into intense want.
[15.] feeling the shape of their body through their clothes.
[16.] asking for permission to remove one of their garments.
[17.] finally succumbing to the thick tension & colliding feverishly.
[18.] fumbling with buttons or zippers because your hands won't stop shaking.
[19.] admitting out loud that you've been thinking about this for a while.
HEATING UP.
[20.] pulling them into your lap in the midst of a heated kiss.
[21.] discovering that they're wearing [ GEAR / LINGERIE ] under their clothes.
[22.] kissing away from their lips, down the length of their neck.
[23.] desperately grinding on them through layers of clothing.
[24.] dirty talking directly into their ear to turn them on even further.
[25.] pushing them onto a piece of furniture before straddling them.
[26.] lifting them onto the countertop while making out.
[27.] tugging their hair to expose more of their throat to your mouth.
[28.] the wrecked way they say your name for the first time.
[29.] fabric tearing because neither of you has the patience for buttons.
[30.] removing an obstacle of clothing with your teeth.
UNRAVELING.
[31.] biting down on their shoulder to muffle how good it feels.
[32.] the sound they make when you find the spot that undoes them.
[33.] begging without any trace of pride left and meaning every word.
[34.] their composure cracking for the first time, they finally stop holding back.
[35.] repeating "don't stop" like it's the only language left in their mouth.
[36.] leaving possessive marks in places only they'll see.
[37.] whispering "look at me" right before you take them apart.
[38.] trying to be quiet and failing, so they clamp a hand over your mouth.
[39.] flipping positions so fast neither of you remembers who initiated it.
[40.] their nails dragging down your back hard enough to sting later.
[41.] being told to open your mouth and doing it before the sentence is finished.
[42.] having your hands pinned above your head.
[43.] the desperate scramble to get closer when there is no closer to get.
COMING DOWN.
[44.] fingers lazily tracing the marks they just left on your skin.
[45.] pulling the blanket over both of you without being asked.
[46.] that silent, dazed smile when they catch your eye across the pillow.
[47.] the shaky laugh when neither of you can remember where your shirt is.
[48.] going to get water and bringing a glass back for them without asking.
[49.] lying chest to chest, feeling their heartbeat slow back down against yours.
[50.] the quiet "hey" that means something completely different now.
[51.] "come here" said softly — not urgently. just wanting them close again.
[52.] the reluctant moment of untangling.
The moon is still out.
Hyuuung, a new hotpot place opened up near the association. Wanna go together?
@fallennewmoon
Xavier's blinks in his direction, heart lighting up at the sound of hotpot immediately but only tilting his head a little.
"I got to taste test it before they opened. They're a little unusual, some kind of fusion menu. I'd be curious to see your expression..." With that he nods, a small smile curling at the corners of his mouth. "Sure. Are you heading there now?"
Disappointment didn't even have a chance to settle in his expression, immediately being shoved aside by curiosity, "Fusion?"
Ilkay gave one last look at his phone, typing the last of his text before sending it and pocketing the device, "Yeah, let's go."
"Did you taste test everything or just a couple of dishes?"
"At first they only gave me their main dish." He replied, shaking his head, while curiosity rises in his brows.
Was Ilkay...worried that he had?
The thought of it almost made him chuckle, but instead he teases. "So I asked to try the rest of their dishes, and gave them a few pointers on their menu." He attempts to catch the man's expressions and lets a smile break while he matches stride.
"They were adamant about me coming back to try everything again, so I don't know what to expect. They might've changed their whole menu. I guess it'll be like visiting a whole new place after all."
Xavier shrugs and lets him lead. "You suddenly wanted hotpot? I thought I was the only one who liked it in this weather."
"Or maybe they did a recipe adjustment? Changed a couple of ingredients around based on your pointers?" He offered, sidestepping a colleague to step into the elevator.
After clicking the button for the ground floor, Ilkay stepped back to lean against the handrails, leaving the button panel accessible to anyone else they might encounter on the way down.
"If it was good then, maybe it'll be even better now." He shrugged with one shoulder.
An unconscious pout formed on his lips as he spoke next, his voice taking on a subtle whine, "At this point, I've stopped caring about the weather, hyung. I've been craving it for so long, I'll blow up into smithereens if I go another day without eating some hotpot."
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*pokes pokes pokes pokes pokes*
What? What are you poking me for?
Tella twisted her blonde hair up into a bun as she stared at yet another mission assignment from the Hunter's Association. Her blue eyes already ached from the screen, far too bright for such a late hour. With the start time in two hours, it would be pointless to go back to her studio apartment. Stumbling into the small kitchen on their floor of their spacious office, she didn't even realize that she'd bumped into someone until the force sent her bouncing into the wall.
"I'm so sorry! Are you okay?"
His body felt a couple of pounds heavier than it was. Maybe he shouldn't have pushed it so hard with the missions and trials, but now it was too late for regrets. All he could do was sigh and stretch as he waited for the water to be warm so he could make his tea.
Just one report to finish and—
"Careful!" Although horribly belated, the word still left his mouth as he reached over to steady whoever had bumped into him.
"It's alright." He shrugged her applogy off. He didn't really care about the bump, an accident that could've happened to anyone. Her though, "Are you okay? Did you hit yourself anywhere?"
Hyuuung, a new hotpot place opened up near the association. Wanna go together?
@fallennewmoon
Xavier's blinks in his direction, heart lighting up at the sound of hotpot immediately but only tilting his head a little.
"I got to taste test it before they opened. They're a little unusual, some kind of fusion menu. I'd be curious to see your expression..." With that he nods, a small smile curling at the corners of his mouth. "Sure. Are you heading there now?"
Disappointment didn't even have a chance to settle in his expression, immediately being shoved aside by curiosity, "Fusion?"
Ilkay gave one last look at his phone, typing the last of his text before sending it and pocketing the device, "Yeah, let's go."
"Did you taste test everything or just a couple of dishes?"
Sun....bae... No I don't mind either. Does this mean we're close? What should I call you?
[Frown] Am I the only one you call that?
I would hope so? I mean, aren't we... friends?
<He winced. They'd never talked about it before. Had he been presumptuous with his assumption? His right hand twitched, and he made the conscious effort to not fiddle with his hands, shoving them into his pockets.>
The same way you've been calling me; Illie or Ilkay is fine.
<He paused at the question, hesitating without knowing the reason why.>
Well... No? I have other older friends.
Xavier thinks he sees white while his eyes grow large before he looks away.
"Ok well..." As he tries to shake off the sky shattering realization that it was not a personal nickname and is in fact something more... honorable, he feels his hand run up behind his neck as if protectively. A beat passes and he shrugs.
"If you call my direction, I'll answer." A fond smile returns as he leans a little closer and ruffles his hair. "So don't hesitate so much, Illie."
<Ilkay stared.
Everything felt like he was missing something, like he'd said something wrong. But what? They were friends, he hadn't assumed wrong. Xavier didn't mind the honorific, he'd said so. What was he missing?>
"On the contrary," Xavier's eyes glistened with mischief, encouraged by that pout that if he wasn't thinking too deeply about it might've even referred to as adorable.
"I'd prefer if you called me first when you are in trouble." Xavier lip tugged into a smirk but quickly covered it with a finger to soften the tease.
"But as for your request, I won't assume you are in trouble when you do. I'll just assume that you wanted to hear from me."
<He hummed, weighing his words before he nodded. A small shift on his chair after, he flicked his head, moving some bothersome strands of hair away from his eyes.>
Alright then. Here's a warning though: I will bother you a lot, so it's too late to take it back.
<He joked, looking up at Xavier with a pleased smile.>
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*Blinks at the missed opportunity, and has to laugh and shake his head* What do you mean you don't have a favorite nap spot. Doesn't everyone? I just sleep wherever's comfortable.
*Thinks for a moment and yawns* Or I could grab some coffee... Hmm.
I didn't say that <he huffed out a laugh, crossing his arms, feeling oddly confused as to what he could've said to make him laugh,> I do have a favorite spot, it's just that naps don't come as easily for me. I can nap on my couch at home, maybe at my desk if I'm tired enough, or one of the bean bags at the association if I'm lucky. Anywhere else is either: too bright, too loud or I'm too uncomfortable.
But I don't know, Xav-hyung, I think you're a special case <he tilted his head, faintly remembering some of the spots he'd seen the elder napping on,> I haven't met anyone else who can nap just about anywhere in the same way you do. Last time I saw you conk out while on your way down on the elevator. Which is impressive, but how do you even do that? Do you just... station yourself into a spot like an android and pass out?
*Face brightens, and nods in approval* Those sound like good spots. I'm glad they decided to keep the bean bags there... It's convenient.
*Shrugs* It just happens. I'm not really sure... I didn't think it was strange but lately I've been hearing otherwise.
So where are you off to today?
I wouldn't say strange <Ilkay amended,> just impressive <after a few seconds he added, with a hint of teasing in his voice,> and maybe a little bit enviable.
<He hummed, shrugging slightly,> I don't know yet, honestly, I'm kind of waiting for... something to happen.
Hey, Xav, if you were... I don't know, reborn or reincarnated into an animal or something, what would you choose?
@fallennewmoon
A falcon.
Chirp!
What's with that look?
Look? What look? I didn't make a look.
«He crossed his arms, and schooled his facial expression into an impassive one, as if his shoulders weren't twitching with poorly contained laughter.»
You're adorable, anywa, are you sure you're not one hiding in a human suit right now? You already got the sound down and everything.
I have human sounds down?
*Glances, then laughs*
I have a lot of bird friends on my balcony at home. *Shrug* I'm just used to communicating with them. Although, I'm sure they can't understand me.
"No– I meant–," he huffed– "Now you got me all tangled up." He uncrossed his arms, reaching out to poke the other man just below the ribs for that.
"Well, I wouldn't know any better–" he paused, rewinding back the conversation in his head, "hold on, why a falcon?"
"They're...fast?" He shrugged, and looked thoughtful another moment. "It just came to mind first. No particular reason."
"What about you?" He asked while stretching his neck to the side. "If you were a type of animal..."
@fallennewmoon
"Alright then, I guess that's fair," he mumbled, "thought you'd say something like 'wanting to fly', it looks freeing."
"Would it surprise you if I said I haven't given it much thought?" He sighed before looking skywards, "I've been told before that I look like a cat so, maybe that. It would be nice to laze around all day without responsibilities."
His smile as he spoke was small and soft, a little dreamy, "But I don't think a cat quite fits. Something more nocturnal, maybe, like an owl or some other thing, I don't want to put up with sunlight in my next life."
