The Hidden

Inventor Dunmer(?) Self-Proclaimed Genius Asshole Secretive

[kinrou-nammu]

General Info

Name: Kinrou Race: Dunmer(?) Age: Adult (says he's 'only' 130) Gender: Male Sex: ...Unknown Height: 5'6" (SHORT ASS)

(Appearance below the cut)

Bio: [REDACTED]

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Sorry about that, his backstory is a HUGE spoiler for everything. Consider him a bit of an enigma and mystery for now!

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

( branch-off thread continuing from here )

"I... I don't know, right now. Odd, I guess? Just wrong." Clearly the worst of the aphrodisiac had yet to kick in, probably because of how huge he was compared to how little he'd drank of the spiked wine.

He whined in relief when they were near the home that Voryn had granted them to stay in, though even in his state he moved as if to try and hold the door open for Kinrou.

@kinrou-nammu

[kinrou-nammu]

Kinrou merely stares at Ilya before shoving him on in before him. He usually would appreciate the gentleman-ness, but not today! "Get in there you big drugged lug!" Once they're BOTH inside, he continues to lead him to somewhere, the bedroom, so he could have a lie down. "Feeling 'off' or 'wrong' is pretty typical of aphrodisiacs, it's trying to leech onto yer libido and bring it up without any mental stimuli. Lemme go get somethin' to cool off yer body heat." He's about to leave to the kitchen to grab a cloth and wet it, but he does linger a moment to make sure Ilya is okay before his planned endeavor.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

Ilya practically melted onto the bed once Kinrou pulled him to it, his eyes fluttering as he curled up over the sheets. He felt far too warm to bother getting under them.

When Kinrou had left to get the cloth, Ilya tugged off his formal attire, tossing it aside without much care while one of the Dwemer spheres popped up to pick up the discarded clothing. He wanted to give Kinrou some sort of decency, so he did pull a blanket over his hips, despite how his senses screamed in offense at the sensation. The blankets were too heavy, they made him too warm, but he wouldn't do that to Kinrou.

[kinrou-nammu]

After returning with a cooled and damp cloth and a bucket full of cold water, Kinrou can't help but to... slightly stare. He's never seen Ilya like this- half naked, at least from his viewpoint. The... scar? He almost wants to trace it, and his mouth gets nearly drooly. Snapping himself out of it and deciding it's the rest of the tainted wine he drank, the dunmer rushes to the other's side and starts to wipe his forehead and face first. "Hope this helps at all..."

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

Ilya flinched at first from the contact, his sensitivity spiking, but he relaxed after a moment as Kinrou managed to cool him off a bit.

"Thank you," he managed, his voice wavering. "I'm... I apologize, for having you see me like this. Normally I am much smarter."

[kinrou-nammu]

Snorting, he returns the cloth back into the bucket of cold water, wringing it out some before starting on his neck. "You act as if yer a pain to look at, at this point I dunno if I wanna yell at that Prince or shake his hand- er, joke by the way. I do NOT wish this was the way I got t' see ya shirtless. Also, you aren't dumb, Sanguine just. Does that to people."

The tip of Kinrou's ears slowly start to gain a darker hue, and maybe it's from touching Ilya, or maybe the aphrodisiacs in that drink were MUCH stronger than he assumed.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

"Yes, well. It's still proper to apologize... Though I do appreciate you taking care of me. I saw you drink the wine, too. Are you not affected?"

Ilya had a look of confusion, and perhaps a slight bit of offense, at the concept of him being the only one to suffer from Sanguine's activities. Not that he would wish this on Kinrou; it's simply a matter of principle.

However, he was promptly distracted by another wave of heat, grabbing Kinrou's wrist, to stop him from continuing, while he tried to shake it off. He didn't want to embarrass himself even further by losing control from simple physical contact, as if he were an adolescent Mer all over again.

[kinrou-nammu]

Looking to Ilya, his glasses now edging towards the tip of his nose, barely hanging on... he kind of just stares a moment at the mer. As if debating his next few actions. "I am, don't get me wrong, I'm just way too used t' this feeling. It'll likely take way longer to properly affect me. It's WHY I'd like to cool you down as fast as possible." Kinrou yanks at his arm after saying that, moving the cloth now from Ilya's neck to his chest. Is the ulterior motive behind his actions? Not even he knows anymore. And to be frank, he's never been drugged by a daedric prince before, so he has no true idea if an aphrodisiac that's this kind of strength really will take longer than usual or not. ...But he does know caring for Ilya sure is helping something.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

Ilya's breath hitched, his eyes fluttering shut when the cloth brushed over the raised lines of his inked scars, as if they were particularly sensitive. "Logic preserve me," he breathed out, his voice strained. "You need... You need to stop touching me like this. Or at all. Not if I'm meant to keep my composure. Kinrou, please, it's too much..."

Clearly, cooling him down wasn't working fast enough. Or at all, considering how he was just barely short of literally writhing under Kinrou's touch, even if it wasn't direct skin contact. Kinrou had probably never heard him like this before, either, his voice thick with arousal so profound that it couldn't be anything less than painful.

[kinrou-nammu]

Kinrou swallows hard when he hears how Ilya is sounding, just from him... wiping his sweat away, trying to just cool him down. His own skin is starting to heat up a touch more, his face finally properly flushing, and not just on specific parts like his ears. "But... you'll get worse if I don't. 'N I can't just leave ya like this, I don't want you to suffer alone." He looks at his own hand now, shaking almost violently. He lets a small noise out. Despite his physical reaction, he seems to somewhat be mentally resilient to the effects, even if not physically. Though... he does feel that slipping as he stares at the mer, and then... a not-so kosher thought slips out. "...And... you don't gotta keep your composure around me. We're both drugged with the same issue, and unfortunately... resistin' it only hurts you more."

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

"I wouldn't want to take advantage of you. If... If you truly, genuinely want, and it's not just the aphrodisiac speaking..." He swallowed roughly, watching Kinrou closely as if to study every inch of the smaller Mer's expression. After all, it was easier to do things you'd regret when inebriated. Ilya refused to be anyone's regret, and he'd take a thousand years of this kind of torture over hurting Kinrou in any way.

[kinrou-nammu]

Kinrou cannot help but to laugh some, taking his glasses off and shakily setting them onto the nearest table. He then runs a hand through one side of his hair and sighs, planting BOTH hands on either sides of Ilya's head, hands firmly now digging into the mattress as he hovers over the mer with those multihued eyes baring down on him. "The aphrodisiacs are just amplifyin what already was there, Ilya. All I've been doin has just been bein' patient and respectin' your want to take it slow." The voice that comes from him is beyond raspy now, almost every word sounded like a growl.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

( branch-off thread continuing from here )

"I... I don't know, right now. Odd, I guess? Just wrong." Clearly the worst of the aphrodisiac had yet to kick in, probably because of how huge he was compared to how little he'd drank of the spiked wine.

He whined in relief when they were near the home that Voryn had granted them to stay in, though even in his state he moved as if to try and hold the door open for Kinrou.

@kinrou-nammu

[kinrou-nammu]

Kinrou merely stares at Ilya before shoving him on in before him. He usually would appreciate the gentleman-ness, but not today! "Get in there you big drugged lug!" Once they're BOTH inside, he continues to lead him to somewhere, the bedroom, so he could have a lie down. "Feeling 'off' or 'wrong' is pretty typical of aphrodisiacs, it's trying to leech onto yer libido and bring it up without any mental stimuli. Lemme go get somethin' to cool off yer body heat." He's about to leave to the kitchen to grab a cloth and wet it, but he does linger a moment to make sure Ilya is okay before his planned endeavor.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

Ilya practically melted onto the bed once Kinrou pulled him to it, his eyes fluttering as he curled up over the sheets. He felt far too warm to bother getting under them.

When Kinrou had left to get the cloth, Ilya tugged off his formal attire, tossing it aside without much care while one of the Dwemer spheres popped up to pick up the discarded clothing. He wanted to give Kinrou some sort of decency, so he did pull a blanket over his hips, despite how his senses screamed in offense at the sensation. The blankets were too heavy, they made him too warm, but he wouldn't do that to Kinrou.

[kinrou-nammu]

After returning with a cooled and damp cloth and a bucket full of cold water, Kinrou can't help but to... slightly stare. He's never seen Ilya like this- half naked, at least from his viewpoint. The... scar? He almost wants to trace it, and his mouth gets nearly drooly. Snapping himself out of it and deciding it's the rest of the tainted wine he drank, the dunmer rushes to the other's side and starts to wipe his forehead and face first. "Hope this helps at all..."

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

Ilya flinched at first from the contact, his sensitivity spiking, but he relaxed after a moment as Kinrou managed to cool him off a bit.

"Thank you," he managed, his voice wavering. "I'm... I apologize, for having you see me like this. Normally I am much smarter."

[kinrou-nammu]

Snorting, he returns the cloth back into the bucket of cold water, wringing it out some before starting on his neck. "You act as if yer a pain to look at, at this point I dunno if I wanna yell at that Prince or shake his hand- er, joke by the way. I do NOT wish this was the way I got t' see ya shirtless. Also, you aren't dumb, Sanguine just. Does that to people."

The tip of Kinrou's ears slowly start to gain a darker hue, and maybe it's from touching Ilya, or maybe the aphrodisiacs in that drink were MUCH stronger than he assumed.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

"Yes, well. It's still proper to apologize... Though I do appreciate you taking care of me. I saw you drink the wine, too. Are you not affected?"

Ilya had a look of confusion, and perhaps a slight bit of offense, at the concept of him being the only one to suffer from Sanguine's activities. Not that he would wish this on Kinrou; it's simply a matter of principle.

However, he was promptly distracted by another wave of heat, grabbing Kinrou's wrist, to stop him from continuing, while he tried to shake it off. He didn't want to embarrass himself even further by losing control from simple physical contact, as if he were an adolescent Mer all over again.

[kinrou-nammu]

Looking to Ilya, his glasses now edging towards the tip of his nose, barely hanging on... he kind of just stares a moment at the mer. As if debating his next few actions. "I am, don't get me wrong, I'm just way too used t' this feeling. It'll likely take way longer to properly affect me. It's WHY I'd like to cool you down as fast as possible." Kinrou yanks at his arm after saying that, moving the cloth now from Ilya's neck to his chest. Is the ulterior motive behind his actions? Not even he knows anymore. And to be frank, he's never been drugged by a daedric prince before, so he has no true idea if an aphrodisiac that's this kind of strength really will take longer than usual or not. ...But he does know caring for Ilya sure is helping something.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

Ilya's breath hitched, his eyes fluttering shut when the cloth brushed over the raised lines of his inked scars, as if they were particularly sensitive. "Logic preserve me," he breathed out, his voice strained. "You need... You need to stop touching me like this. Or at all. Not if I'm meant to keep my composure. Kinrou, please, it's too much..."

Clearly, cooling him down wasn't working fast enough. Or at all, considering how he was just barely short of literally writhing under Kinrou's touch, even if it wasn't direct skin contact. Kinrou had probably never heard him like this before, either, his voice thick with arousal so profound that it couldn't be anything less than painful.

[kinrou-nammu]

Kinrou swallows hard when he hears how Ilya is sounding, just from him... wiping his sweat away, trying to just cool him down. His own skin is starting to heat up a touch more, his face finally properly flushing, and not just on specific parts like his ears. "But... you'll get worse if I don't. 'N I can't just leave ya like this, I don't want you to suffer alone." He looks at his own hand now, shaking almost violently. He lets a small noise out. Despite his physical reaction, he seems to somewhat be mentally resilient to the effects, even if not physically. Though... he does feel that slipping as he stares at the mer, and then... a not-so kosher thought slips out. "...And... you don't gotta keep your composure around me. We're both drugged with the same issue, and unfortunately... resistin' it only hurts you more."

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

( branch-off thread continuing from here )

"I... I don't know, right now. Odd, I guess? Just wrong." Clearly the worst of the aphrodisiac had yet to kick in, probably because of how huge he was compared to how little he'd drank of the spiked wine.

He whined in relief when they were near the home that Voryn had granted them to stay in, though even in his state he moved as if to try and hold the door open for Kinrou.

@kinrou-nammu

[kinrou-nammu]

Kinrou merely stares at Ilya before shoving him on in before him. He usually would appreciate the gentleman-ness, but not today! "Get in there you big drugged lug!" Once they're BOTH inside, he continues to lead him to somewhere, the bedroom, so he could have a lie down. "Feeling 'off' or 'wrong' is pretty typical of aphrodisiacs, it's trying to leech onto yer libido and bring it up without any mental stimuli. Lemme go get somethin' to cool off yer body heat." He's about to leave to the kitchen to grab a cloth and wet it, but he does linger a moment to make sure Ilya is okay before his planned endeavor.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

Ilya practically melted onto the bed once Kinrou pulled him to it, his eyes fluttering as he curled up over the sheets. He felt far too warm to bother getting under them.

When Kinrou had left to get the cloth, Ilya tugged off his formal attire, tossing it aside without much care while one of the Dwemer spheres popped up to pick up the discarded clothing. He wanted to give Kinrou some sort of decency, so he did pull a blanket over his hips, despite how his senses screamed in offense at the sensation. The blankets were too heavy, they made him too warm, but he wouldn't do that to Kinrou.

[kinrou-nammu]

After returning with a cooled and damp cloth and a bucket full of cold water, Kinrou can't help but to... slightly stare. He's never seen Ilya like this- half naked, at least from his viewpoint. The... scar? He almost wants to trace it, and his mouth gets nearly drooly. Snapping himself out of it and deciding it's the rest of the tainted wine he drank, the dunmer rushes to the other's side and starts to wipe his forehead and face first. "Hope this helps at all..."

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

Ilya flinched at first from the contact, his sensitivity spiking, but he relaxed after a moment as Kinrou managed to cool him off a bit.

"Thank you," he managed, his voice wavering. "I'm... I apologize, for having you see me like this. Normally I am much smarter."

[kinrou-nammu]

Snorting, he returns the cloth back into the bucket of cold water, wringing it out some before starting on his neck. "You act as if yer a pain to look at, at this point I dunno if I wanna yell at that Prince or shake his hand- er, joke by the way. I do NOT wish this was the way I got t' see ya shirtless. Also, you aren't dumb, Sanguine just. Does that to people."

The tip of Kinrou's ears slowly start to gain a darker hue, and maybe it's from touching Ilya, or maybe the aphrodisiacs in that drink were MUCH stronger than he assumed.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

"Yes, well. It's still proper to apologize... Though I do appreciate you taking care of me. I saw you drink the wine, too. Are you not affected?"

Ilya had a look of confusion, and perhaps a slight bit of offense, at the concept of him being the only one to suffer from Sanguine's activities. Not that he would wish this on Kinrou; it's simply a matter of principle.

However, he was promptly distracted by another wave of heat, grabbing Kinrou's wrist, to stop him from continuing, while he tried to shake it off. He didn't want to embarrass himself even further by losing control from simple physical contact, as if he were an adolescent Mer all over again.

[kinrou-nammu]

Looking to Ilya, his glasses now edging towards the tip of his nose, barely hanging on... he kind of just stares a moment at the mer. As if debating his next few actions. "I am, don't get me wrong, I'm just way too used t' this feeling. It'll likely take way longer to properly affect me. It's WHY I'd like to cool you down as fast as possible." Kinrou yanks at his arm after saying that, moving the cloth now from Ilya's neck to his chest. Is the ulterior motive behind his actions? Not even he knows anymore. And to be frank, he's never been drugged by a daedric prince before, so he has no true idea if an aphrodisiac that's this kind of strength really will take longer than usual or not. ...But he does know caring for Ilya sure is helping something.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

( branch-off thread continuing from here )

"I... I don't know, right now. Odd, I guess? Just wrong." Clearly the worst of the aphrodisiac had yet to kick in, probably because of how huge he was compared to how little he'd drank of the spiked wine.

He whined in relief when they were near the home that Voryn had granted them to stay in, though even in his state he moved as if to try and hold the door open for Kinrou.

@kinrou-nammu

[kinrou-nammu]

Kinrou merely stares at Ilya before shoving him on in before him. He usually would appreciate the gentleman-ness, but not today! "Get in there you big drugged lug!" Once they're BOTH inside, he continues to lead him to somewhere, the bedroom, so he could have a lie down. "Feeling 'off' or 'wrong' is pretty typical of aphrodisiacs, it's trying to leech onto yer libido and bring it up without any mental stimuli. Lemme go get somethin' to cool off yer body heat." He's about to leave to the kitchen to grab a cloth and wet it, but he does linger a moment to make sure Ilya is okay before his planned endeavor.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

Ilya practically melted onto the bed once Kinrou pulled him to it, his eyes fluttering as he curled up over the sheets. He felt far too warm to bother getting under them.

When Kinrou had left to get the cloth, Ilya tugged off his formal attire, tossing it aside without much care while one of the Dwemer spheres popped up to pick up the discarded clothing. He wanted to give Kinrou some sort of decency, so he did pull a blanket over his hips, despite how his senses screamed in offense at the sensation. The blankets were too heavy, they made him too warm, but he wouldn't do that to Kinrou.

[kinrou-nammu]

After returning with a cooled and damp cloth and a bucket full of cold water, Kinrou can't help but to... slightly stare. He's never seen Ilya like this- half naked, at least from his viewpoint. The... scar? He almost wants to trace it, and his mouth gets nearly drooly. Snapping himself out of it and deciding it's the rest of the tainted wine he drank, the dunmer rushes to the other's side and starts to wipe his forehead and face first. "Hope this helps at all..."

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

Ilya flinched at first from the contact, his sensitivity spiking, but he relaxed after a moment as Kinrou managed to cool him off a bit.

"Thank you," he managed, his voice wavering. "I'm... I apologize, for having you see me like this. Normally I am much smarter."

[kinrou-nammu]

Snorting, he returns the cloth back into the bucket of cold water, wringing it out some before starting on his neck. "You act as if yer a pain to look at, at this point I dunno if I wanna yell at that Prince or shake his hand- er, joke by the way. I do NOT wish this was the way I got t' see ya shirtless. Also, you aren't dumb, Sanguine just. Does that to people."

The tip of Kinrou's ears slowly start to gain a darker hue, and maybe it's from touching Ilya, or maybe the aphrodisiacs in that drink were MUCH stronger than he assumed.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

( branch-off thread continuing from here )

"I... I don't know, right now. Odd, I guess? Just wrong." Clearly the worst of the aphrodisiac had yet to kick in, probably because of how huge he was compared to how little he'd drank of the spiked wine.

He whined in relief when they were near the home that Voryn had granted them to stay in, though even in his state he moved as if to try and hold the door open for Kinrou.

@kinrou-nammu

[kinrou-nammu]

Kinrou merely stares at Ilya before shoving him on in before him. He usually would appreciate the gentleman-ness, but not today! "Get in there you big drugged lug!" Once they're BOTH inside, he continues to lead him to somewhere, the bedroom, so he could have a lie down. "Feeling 'off' or 'wrong' is pretty typical of aphrodisiacs, it's trying to leech onto yer libido and bring it up without any mental stimuli. Lemme go get somethin' to cool off yer body heat." He's about to leave to the kitchen to grab a cloth and wet it, but he does linger a moment to make sure Ilya is okay before his planned endeavor.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

Ilya practically melted onto the bed once Kinrou pulled him to it, his eyes fluttering as he curled up over the sheets. He felt far too warm to bother getting under them.

When Kinrou had left to get the cloth, Ilya tugged off his formal attire, tossing it aside without much care while one of the Dwemer spheres popped up to pick up the discarded clothing. He wanted to give Kinrou some sort of decency, so he did pull a blanket over his hips, despite how his senses screamed in offense at the sensation. The blankets were too heavy, they made him too warm, but he wouldn't do that to Kinrou.

[kinrou-nammu]

After returning with a cooled and damp cloth and a bucket full of cold water, Kinrou can't help but to... slightly stare. He's never seen Ilya like this- half naked, at least from his viewpoint. The... scar? He almost wants to trace it, and his mouth gets nearly drooly. Snapping himself out of it and deciding it's the rest of the tainted wine he drank, the dunmer rushes to the other's side and starts to wipe his forehead and face first. "Hope this helps at all..."

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

( branch-off thread continuing from here )

"I... I don't know, right now. Odd, I guess? Just wrong." Clearly the worst of the aphrodisiac had yet to kick in, probably because of how huge he was compared to how little he'd drank of the spiked wine.

He whined in relief when they were near the home that Voryn had granted them to stay in, though even in his state he moved as if to try and hold the door open for Kinrou.

@kinrou-nammu

[kinrou-nammu]

Kinrou merely stares at Ilya before shoving him on in before him. He usually would appreciate the gentleman-ness, but not today! "Get in there you big drugged lug!" Once they're BOTH inside, he continues to lead him to somewhere, the bedroom, so he could have a lie down. "Feeling 'off' or 'wrong' is pretty typical of aphrodisiacs, it's trying to leech onto yer libido and bring it up without any mental stimuli. Lemme go get somethin' to cool off yer body heat." He's about to leave to the kitchen to grab a cloth and wet it, but he does linger a moment to make sure Ilya is okay before his planned endeavor.

[the-sharmat-dagoth-ur]

The Indoril-Dagoth Reception

Voryn waited until the guests had filed out into the reception hall before visibly relaxing. Even now, after so many centuries he was still nervous around large groups of people Fortunately for him, the most nerve-wracking and largest part of the evening was done. Nerevar was now his husband after over 3000 years.

He let out a soft breath through his nose and looked to Nerevar with love and took his hand. "My husband." he began. "How do you feel?" he knew the answer but wanted Nerevar to say it.

(@thehortatorrrr

Guests can side thread off this one: @unsilent-executioner @thegreatmagevanus @ilindhar-of-the-north @lord-vehk @the-father-of-mysteries @nerevarine-s @teldryn-sero @master-wizard-of-house-telvanni @the-wolf-and-lich-fathers @samguevenne anyone else who came)

[samguevenne]

[Sanguine is eyeing the drinks and debating on if He should spike them.]

[lord-vehk]

I know whose drink you might be able to add a bit of spice to, if you're up for it.

[samguevenne]

Oh? Do tell~

[lord-vehk]

Do you recall the Ilya character I mentioned earlier? Even if you don't manage to sleep with him, he's in a bit of a... Situation, I suppose. He has quite the partner going after him, and yet he is far too shy to initiate anything. I'm sure that even helping a couple manage to indulge each other can help with your satisfaction.

[samguevenne]

Ooh... an excellent suggestion. Much appreciated, Vehk~

[lord-vehk]

Enjoy!

[samguevenne]

[He gives Vehk a final wink before sauntering over to Ilya, a drink magically appearing in Sanguine's hand.]

Hey, darling~ Care for a drink?

@ilindhar-of-the-north

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

Ilya jumped slightly at the sudden new attention. Despite his large frame, he had all the intimidation factor of a kitten about him.

"Hmm? Oh, hello! I'm Ilya, and you are...?" He glanced down at the wine, hesitating. "Well, normally I don't drink, but I do suppose it's a special event... Perhaps just a bit. What kind of wine is that?"

[samguevenne]

[Sanguine smiles.] You can call Me Sam. Pleasure to meet you, darling~

As for the wine... it's pomegranate wine. Specially made, and all. One of My favourite kinds. [He holds our the glass to Ilya.]

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

Ilya took the offered wine, though did not drink from it right away. "It is nice to meet you, Sam. Are you a friend of the grooms?"

[samguevenne]

[Sanguine sipped from His own wine glass before answering.]

Yeah, you could say that. Voryn and I are old pals.

[A lie. He just came for the party. And the drinks.]

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

"Ooh, lovely! He seems like a nice sort."

Ilya sniffed at the wine curiously, though didn't detect anything off about it. Not that he could. He was an engineer among his people, not an alchemist. He took a tentative sip, more to avoid his social anxiety rising too much further than anything.

"Have you enjoyed the event so far? Their vows were amazing."

[samguevenne]

Oh, yes. An inspiring event. Nothing warms the heart more than seeing two lovers united.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

"True! Although, I think I'm a lot more comfortable with my automatons than I am at any sort of party."

He realized that he quite liked the taste of the wine, taking another, deeper drink of it with a joyful hum of appreciation. "So... Was there a reason that you approached me?"

[samguevenne]

[Sanguine smirks, stepping closer to whisper in Ilya's ear.]

You look divine, darling~ Such beauty deserves devoted admiration~

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

Ilya's face flushed a deep mix of rose-red and bronze, darkening his naturally earthy metallic skin tone even further, while his bright blue eyes widened in surprise. He shifted uncertainly, compulsively trying to smooth down his curls. "I... What? Um. Flattering, truly, I..."

Speechless.

@kinrou-nammu

[kinrou-nammu]

"AHEM." Here comes the shorter dunmer, who is now THOROUGHLY wedging himself between Ilya and Sanguine, trying to pry the daedric prince right off the other mer. The look from beneath his red-hued spectacles could blast right through you with the kind of GLARE the height compromised angry creature. It's almost daedric in nature with how vicious it is.

"Kindly back off the shy giant, hedonist extrodinare." Comes the growls and rasp of Kinrou's voice, clocking just who this man is, as if he's got a 'higher being radar' built into him.

@samguevenne

[samguevenne]

[Sanguine is completely unfazed by Kinrou's hostility. He chuckles, as if Kinrou had said something funny.]

And you must be his partner! What an honour to meet two very handsome mer. Each of you have enough beauty to rival the stars themselves~

@ilindhar-of-the-north

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

"Hey, hey. I think he was just being nice, Kinrou, no need to—"

Ilya was cut off by a sudden wave of fever, shaking his head to stave it off as his face and ears turned red again, though less from being flustered and more from the unfamiliar heat.

"Ah... Though, I might need to step away. I think I'm falling a bit ill, curiously enough." Ilya hadn't gotten sick in millenia, so this was certainly a stunning sensation.

@kinrou-nammu

[kinrou-nammu]

"I'm not-" Kinrou's words get lost in his throat when he hears Ilya's lamentations, his head snapping towards the much bigger mer with a sudden look of concern. He gives Sanguine a side eye, brows furrowed deeply as he does. That damn Prince did SOMETHING to his friend... Turning to properly face Ilya, he looks to the glass, then back up at him. "...Did he give you that? How much have y' drank? Lemme see it." He doesn't even wait for a reply, he just takes the glass from the other's hand and sniffs it, tasting a small bit himself... and then roars out an angry response to what he tastes himself. "...SanGUINE!"

@samguevenne

[samguevenne]

Aaaaand that's My cue to leave! Wonderful wedding, wonderful party, and wonderful drinks! See ya!

[Sanguine disappears.]

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

"Sanguine? Like, the Daedric Prin—hhn," Ilya grimaced as another wave of heat washed over his senses, nearly collapsing at this one. His skin felt wrong, and especially his clothes, too tight.

"Can... Can we go? I don't wish to offend the wedded couple by leaving early, but I don't feel right, Kinrou. Perhaps I should make sure to apologize personally once I feel better..."

@kinrou-nammu

[kinrou-nammu]

"M' sure they'll understand if you explain later." Kinrou swiftly decides... fuck it, and drinks the rest of the drink himself. He's had similar potency things before, and even if it DOES affect him... well. He'll deal. After placing the glass down, he carefully starts to usher Ilya out via leading and tugging him via his arm. "...Just uh, how DO ya feel, Ilya?"

[the-sharmat-dagoth-ur]

The Indoril-Dagoth Reception

Voryn waited until the guests had filed out into the reception hall before visibly relaxing. Even now, after so many centuries he was still nervous around large groups of people Fortunately for him, the most nerve-wracking and largest part of the evening was done. Nerevar was now his husband after over 3000 years.

He let out a soft breath through his nose and looked to Nerevar with love and took his hand. "My husband." he began. "How do you feel?" he knew the answer but wanted Nerevar to say it.

(@thehortatorrrr

Guests can side thread off this one: @unsilent-executioner @thegreatmagevanus @ilindhar-of-the-north @lord-vehk @the-father-of-mysteries @nerevarine-s @teldryn-sero @master-wizard-of-house-telvanni @the-wolf-and-lich-fathers @samguevenne anyone else who came)

[samguevenne]

[Sanguine is eyeing the drinks and debating on if He should spike them.]

[lord-vehk]

I know whose drink you might be able to add a bit of spice to, if you're up for it.

[samguevenne]

Oh? Do tell~

[lord-vehk]

Do you recall the Ilya character I mentioned earlier? Even if you don't manage to sleep with him, he's in a bit of a... Situation, I suppose. He has quite the partner going after him, and yet he is far too shy to initiate anything. I'm sure that even helping a couple manage to indulge each other can help with your satisfaction.

[samguevenne]

Ooh... an excellent suggestion. Much appreciated, Vehk~

[lord-vehk]

Enjoy!

[samguevenne]

[He gives Vehk a final wink before sauntering over to Ilya, a drink magically appearing in Sanguine's hand.]

Hey, darling~ Care for a drink?

@ilindhar-of-the-north

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

Ilya jumped slightly at the sudden new attention. Despite his large frame, he had all the intimidation factor of a kitten about him.

"Hmm? Oh, hello! I'm Ilya, and you are...?" He glanced down at the wine, hesitating. "Well, normally I don't drink, but I do suppose it's a special event... Perhaps just a bit. What kind of wine is that?"

[samguevenne]

[Sanguine smiles.] You can call Me Sam. Pleasure to meet you, darling~

As for the wine... it's pomegranate wine. Specially made, and all. One of My favourite kinds. [He holds our the glass to Ilya.]

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

Ilya took the offered wine, though did not drink from it right away. "It is nice to meet you, Sam. Are you a friend of the grooms?"

[samguevenne]

[Sanguine sipped from His own wine glass before answering.]

Yeah, you could say that. Voryn and I are old pals.

[A lie. He just came for the party. And the drinks.]

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

"Ooh, lovely! He seems like a nice sort."

Ilya sniffed at the wine curiously, though didn't detect anything off about it. Not that he could. He was an engineer among his people, not an alchemist. He took a tentative sip, more to avoid his social anxiety rising too much further than anything.

"Have you enjoyed the event so far? Their vows were amazing."

[samguevenne]

Oh, yes. An inspiring event. Nothing warms the heart more than seeing two lovers united.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

"True! Although, I think I'm a lot more comfortable with my automatons than I am at any sort of party."

He realized that he quite liked the taste of the wine, taking another, deeper drink of it with a joyful hum of appreciation. "So... Was there a reason that you approached me?"

[samguevenne]

[Sanguine smirks, stepping closer to whisper in Ilya's ear.]

You look divine, darling~ Such beauty deserves devoted admiration~

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

Ilya's face flushed a deep mix of rose-red and bronze, darkening his naturally earthy metallic skin tone even further, while his bright blue eyes widened in surprise. He shifted uncertainly, compulsively trying to smooth down his curls. "I... What? Um. Flattering, truly, I..."

Speechless.

@kinrou-nammu

[kinrou-nammu]

"AHEM." Here comes the shorter dunmer, who is now THOROUGHLY wedging himself between Ilya and Sanguine, trying to pry the daedric prince right off the other mer. The look from beneath his red-hued spectacles could blast right through you with the kind of GLARE the height compromised angry creature. It's almost daedric in nature with how vicious it is.

"Kindly back off the shy giant, hedonist extrodinare." Comes the growls and rasp of Kinrou's voice, clocking just who this man is, as if he's got a 'higher being radar' built into him.

@samguevenne

[samguevenne]

[Sanguine is completely unfazed by Kinrou's hostility. He chuckles, as if Kinrou had said something funny.]

And you must be his partner! What an honour to meet two very handsome mer. Each of you have enough beauty to rival the stars themselves~

@ilindhar-of-the-north

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

"Hey, hey. I think he was just being nice, Kinrou, no need to—"

Ilya was cut off by a sudden wave of fever, shaking his head to stave it off as his face and ears turned red again, though less from being flustered and more from the unfamiliar heat.

"Ah... Though, I might need to step away. I think I'm falling a bit ill, curiously enough." Ilya hadn't gotten sick in millenia, so this was certainly a stunning sensation.

@kinrou-nammu

[kinrou-nammu]

"I'm not-" Kinrou's words get lost in his throat when he hears Ilya's lamentations, his head snapping towards the much bigger mer with a sudden look of concern. He gives Sanguine a side eye, brows furrowed deeply as he does. That damn Prince did SOMETHING to his friend... Turning to properly face Ilya, he looks to the glass, then back up at him. "...Did he give you that? How much have y' drank? Lemme see it." He doesn't even wait for a reply, he just takes the glass from the other's hand and sniffs it, tasting a small bit himself... and then roars out an angry response to what he tastes himself. "...SanGUINE!"

@samguevenne

[the-sharmat-dagoth-ur]

The Indoril-Dagoth Reception

Voryn waited until the guests had filed out into the reception hall before visibly relaxing. Even now, after so many centuries he was still nervous around large groups of people Fortunately for him, the most nerve-wracking and largest part of the evening was done. Nerevar was now his husband after over 3000 years.

He let out a soft breath through his nose and looked to Nerevar with love and took his hand. "My husband." he began. "How do you feel?" he knew the answer but wanted Nerevar to say it.

(@thehortatorrrr

Guests can side thread off this one: @unsilent-executioner @thegreatmagevanus @ilindhar-of-the-north @lord-vehk @the-father-of-mysteries @nerevarine-s @teldryn-sero @master-wizard-of-house-telvanni @the-wolf-and-lich-fathers @samguevenne anyone else who came)

[samguevenne]

[Sanguine is eyeing the drinks and debating on if He should spike them.]

[lord-vehk]

I know whose drink you might be able to add a bit of spice to, if you're up for it.

[samguevenne]

Oh? Do tell~

[lord-vehk]

Do you recall the Ilya character I mentioned earlier? Even if you don't manage to sleep with him, he's in a bit of a... Situation, I suppose. He has quite the partner going after him, and yet he is far too shy to initiate anything. I'm sure that even helping a couple manage to indulge each other can help with your satisfaction.

[samguevenne]

Ooh... an excellent suggestion. Much appreciated, Vehk~

[lord-vehk]

Enjoy!

[samguevenne]

[He gives Vehk a final wink before sauntering over to Ilya, a drink magically appearing in Sanguine's hand.]

Hey, darling~ Care for a drink?

@ilindhar-of-the-north

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

Ilya jumped slightly at the sudden new attention. Despite his large frame, he had all the intimidation factor of a kitten about him.

"Hmm? Oh, hello! I'm Ilya, and you are...?" He glanced down at the wine, hesitating. "Well, normally I don't drink, but I do suppose it's a special event... Perhaps just a bit. What kind of wine is that?"

[samguevenne]

[Sanguine smiles.] You can call Me Sam. Pleasure to meet you, darling~

As for the wine... it's pomegranate wine. Specially made, and all. One of My favourite kinds. [He holds our the glass to Ilya.]

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

Ilya took the offered wine, though did not drink from it right away. "It is nice to meet you, Sam. Are you a friend of the grooms?"

[samguevenne]

[Sanguine sipped from His own wine glass before answering.]

Yeah, you could say that. Voryn and I are old pals.

[A lie. He just came for the party. And the drinks.]

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

"Ooh, lovely! He seems like a nice sort."

Ilya sniffed at the wine curiously, though didn't detect anything off about it. Not that he could. He was an engineer among his people, not an alchemist. He took a tentative sip, more to avoid his social anxiety rising too much further than anything.

"Have you enjoyed the event so far? Their vows were amazing."

[samguevenne]

Oh, yes. An inspiring event. Nothing warms the heart more than seeing two lovers united.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

"True! Although, I think I'm a lot more comfortable with my automatons than I am at any sort of party."

He realized that he quite liked the taste of the wine, taking another, deeper drink of it with a joyful hum of appreciation. "So... Was there a reason that you approached me?"

[samguevenne]

[Sanguine smirks, stepping closer to whisper in Ilya's ear.]

You look divine, darling~ Such beauty deserves devoted admiration~

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

Ilya's face flushed a deep mix of rose-red and bronze, darkening his naturally earthy metallic skin tone even further, while his bright blue eyes widened in surprise. He shifted uncertainly, compulsively trying to smooth down his curls. "I... What? Um. Flattering, truly, I..."

Speechless.

@kinrou-nammu

[kinrou-nammu]

"AHEM." Here comes the shorter dunmer, who is now THOROUGHLY wedging himself between Ilya and Sanguine, trying to pry the daedric prince right off the other mer. The look from beneath his red-hued spectacles could blast right through you with the kind of GLARE the height compromised angry creature. It's almost daedric in nature with how vicious it is.

"Kindly back off the shy giant, hedonist extrodinare." Comes the growls and rasp of Kinrou's voice, clocking just who this man is, as if he's got a 'higher being radar' built into him.

@samguevenne

[kinrou-nammu]

Kinrou had a bit of free reign to look around the tower finally, after getting his fill of both teasing Ilya and eating his delicious dinner, and thusly decided to peep in everywhere he could. What DOES however catch Kinrou's eyes long-term is... a bathroom. Not your average one either, this one has PLUMMING. He knew the dwemer had made such things, but it was quite rare to see someone making use of it- as it cost a pretty penny to install most of the time. It does make sense to the mer that Ilya would have this however, as he seems downright native to the tech- something he still is a smidge envious over, along with... another feeling. Meandering about the washroom, his eye catches upon the holy grail; the washtub! Zooming to it, he checks the various knobs and finds- water! Hot water at that! With a gleam in his eye, he SWIFTLY disrobes and starts to fill the tub with that glorious steaming hot water... with a few adjustments so he feels the most comfy. He usually doesn't LIKE the heat, but with water... it's different. He hasn't been able to let his hair down in a minute either, so it's due for a washing. After a bit of a wash with whatever he finds nearby, Kinrou slowly just begins to relax, not at all thinking about just how long he's been in here. He doesn't even realize that his presence may be missed, nor that the other mer may be looking for him, and that the steam coming from this room now may be showing just where he's found himself. ( @ilindhar-of-the-north )

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

The bath was plenty large for Kinrou; of course, Ilya probably needed all of it with how much space he took up. A Dwarven sphere construct leapt from the wall to place a couple of soft towels down, along with a folded robe and a few options of fragrant bathing oils (lavender, dragon's tongue, mountain flower, and juniper, judging by the labels on each bottle), before returning to its sphere form and vanishing back into the wall.

Ilya, meanwhile, had been taking notes and helping to repair a few of the Dwemer constructs of their standard wear and tear while letting Kinrou explore. Eventually, his tasks were done, and he decided it was best to make sure that the smaller Mer hadn't wound up lost or trapped somehow.

He hummed to himself as he moved along the halls, his ear twitching as he heard the sound of water moving. Ah. He must have found the bathing room.

Ilya averted his gaze politely as he leaned against the doorframe, tapping his knuckles against the same frame. "Ah, Kinrou? I was coming to see if you'd like to figure out sleeping arrangements..."

Curiosity got the best of him. It was purely clinical, admittedly—he was only going to peek to see if there was anything unique about the other elf. Tattoos, perhaps. All he managed to catch, though, was everything not clinical. The way the steam clung to his skin, water beading up from the condensation. His long hair, finally fully down and damp.

He forced his gaze away with slight difficulty, swallowing anxiously.

[kinrou-nammu]

Knrou nearly had fallen asleep when Ilya's wonderful voice wakes him from his lull, making him rub his eyes as he looks around. Catching the... adverted gaze of the mer, his own multihued stare glimmers with something mischievous. Quickly, he leans forwards and lets the water drain from the bath, soon after standing STRAIGHT up, not caring if the other peeks back and gets an eyeful. He actually hopes he will. "Mn, sleeping arrangements? Can't I just sleep with you?" ...There's... two meaning to that, and Kinrou knows it. "I mean, I'm way smaller than YOU, so I won't take up much space." He fully contextualizes his words finally, and all as he walks... closer to Ilya. Without a DAMN TOWEL.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

Ilya's skin flushes an even deeper reddish-bronze, very tactfully and intently focusing on Kinrou's face. "Well, I've already had a spare cot set up. I was going to let you take my bed while I used that. Um, also, I believe that one of my Spheres put a few towels over there for you. You know, in case you might need it."

His arms come up to cross over his chest, as if he's unsure what to do with his hands and refuses to fidget. "Did you enjoy your bath at least? I put it all together myself. Wasn't originally a bathing room in this place. Figured I might as well pull together something that worked for me with what I had available..." ...aaand, he's rambling.

[kinrou-nammu]

Humming, he eventually decides to go and get that towel as Ilya rambles on, looking towards him as he dries off. Good Gods he's adorable when he gets like this... and hopefully he will get to see him like this more and more. Once his hair is decently dry with the towel, he wraps it around his waist and walks RIGHT BACK UP to the mer. "...You did good, biggun. Next time however I think we should share a bath together, the tub was reeeal big, and I wanna know how cozy it is when the space is all filled." INNUENDO.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

It nearly went right over his head. "Well, that's not very effective. Besides, I barely fit in that tub by myself. Why would—oh. Oh. Logic preserve me. That—You're horrendous, you know this?"

He shook his head, trying to regain his composure as he led Kinrou back towards the main room. Sure enough, there was a new cot set up, where a Dwemer spider was fussing over the lay of the blankets. It chittered in its weird, metallic manner and hopped onto Ilya's shoulder, wriggling under the mane that was his hair like a pet.

"Like I said, you can have my bed. It's the more comfortable option." He gestured to the cot that had been there since they'd walked in. "I don't mind. I'll sleep like a rock either way."

[kinrou-nammu]

Kinrou crosses his arms as he stares up at Ilya, a very visible grumpy expression plastered right on his face now that his glasses aren't obscuring his eyes. Seems someone does NOT wish to sleep alone. "Well, I don't like the idea of sleeping all alone in a big tower I've only been in fer less than a day. Shouldn't ya be a good host and... keep me company?" He tugs at Ilya's arm after that last bit, before GRABBING onto it and batting those long eyelashes at the mer. This up close, one can see all the litany of scars that decorate Kinrou's body- pale marks of varying jaggedness. There's even a strange branching one on his back that looks like a tree.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

"I-I'll be right over there, you know..." Ilya managed, hesitant. His entire body jolted when Kinrou grabbed his arm, swallowing hard. "If I do, I'm gonna have to trust that you won't try anything else funny. I'm not that kind of guy, as I already told you."

His gaze, ever curious, snagged on the sight of the scars. He found himself fascinated, but didn't have the time (nor the comfort of mutual intimacy) to go on asking about all of them.

[kinrou-nammu]

Kinrou moves his head back, an expression of near offence written plainly on him now. Seems like the mere idea of such things makes him upset just thinking about it. "I may have been flirty and a bit forward before, but I would never do that sort of thing to a person. Worst I'll do is like, cuddle you real close. Listen, I'll even go put my clothes back on so you don't feel weird." Seems that despite the mer's horrendous flirt personality, he... knows when to stop. He has a limit.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

Ilya nodded slowly. The Dwemer spider leapt out from under his hair and skittered off. "If you'd like. Though I will say that I don't typically sleep with a shirt on. Perhaps I should change that in this instance... Anyway. It just gets a tad too warm for me with it. So you're free to do as you please, really. As long as you're comfortable."

In reality, Ilya didn't really want to lose his tunic, as he had his own scarring to hide. It was a deliberate one, closer to a brand, and the raised skin had been inked over as well to ensure it to be even more permanent. Heat be damned, that was a bit too personal for him to reveal to a near-stranger.

"But, very well. I suppose I'll join you."

[kinrou-nammu]

He makes a small face before sighing and tapping on Ilya's arm. "...Can... can I have my bag back for a second, my sleep clothes are in there actually." Kinrou presses his cheek now onto there, strangely affectionately. There seems... to be a strange loneliness emanating from the smaller mer at this time, especially with how he stares off into practically nowhere. "You... don't have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable." He murmurs, voice barely able to be heard. "This IS your place after all, right?"

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

Ilya feels his heart clench painfully. "Yes, well. I'm also a host. Basic hospitality standards deem that the guest comes first."

He let out a brief, sharp whistle, and another Spider popped out to drag Kinrou's bag over to them both. He leaned down and picked it up to hand it to Kinrou with an affectionate smile. "Here. Would you prefer to sleep closer to the open or closer to the wall? I don't mind either."

[kinrou-nammu]

Kinrou lets go of Ilya only because he has to grab his bag and riffle around inside it. He produces a decent sized box that lay near the bottom with a latch on it. Opening it shows a rather silken, bright blue and white robe. It differs in the one he wears in style, seeming more like your average robe than being in multiple pieces. "I like the wall. Being enclosed feels... nice. Safe." Placing the box without the robes back into the bag, he stands and places it around his shoulders, removing the towel near the same time. If SOMEONE were to peek they would get a small show... before the silken cloth hides it away. Almost burlesque. Tying the white and blue, snowflake embroidered sash, he turns back to Ilya, a smile returned somehow to his face. ...The robe also is very loosely hanging from him, despite how he tied it; which is... rather 'femininely', being that it rests higher on his frame.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

"Ohh, that looks soft..." Ilya murmured, reaching out briefly as if to touch the fabric, but flinching and drawing his hand back when he remembered that he didn't have permission to touch. As if Kinrou would care, but he wasn't so bold as the smaller Mer.

"Anyway, go ahead and get comfortable. I'll be in bed soon, I have a few more things to work on."

[kinrou-nammu]

"...How long y'gonna be? I can wait on sleeping until yer done." The way he speaks still holds a strange kind of tone like before, the rasp in his voice making him sound more... tired than anything. Not the sleepy kind, a mental kind. Sad, even maybe. Kinrou also looks like he still wants to help, despite... being dressed for bed.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

Ilya hesitated for a moment, watching Kinrou like one would watch a machine acting strangely, though with a tad more emotion than what could be strictly clinical.

"Did I... do something? To offend you? I didn't mean to, if I did—"

[kinrou-nammu]

"No! I just..." He doesn't want to repeat himself, but... Ilya doesn't seem to be getting the bigger picture! "I... did say I didn't... like being alone when I sleep." He's fiddling with his still damp hair as he says this, twirling the slowly curling upwards ends of his hair on his finger, hiding the red painted nails on it slightly as he does. Nervous... he looks nervous.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

"Oh... I suppose the other stuff can wait, then. Come on." He heads over to the bed and hovers beside it, waiting for Kinrou to get in so that he could be against the wall.

[kinrou-nammu]

"I-!" Kinrou tries to say something, but he feels... strange about it. Yes, he's getting his way, but it feels... weird. Wrong. Like he's dictating this BIG HUGE SWEETHEART AND IT'S... eating him alive. "...You. Go do what you needed to do. I understand that... other things y'know, need yer attention 'n all. I'll just lay here 'n wait. I'm uh, patient. Yeah."

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

"Sure you are," Ilya responded with a raised brow. "But, no. Really, it can wait. I've got time tomorrow, and you'll be able to help me better when you've had a decent rest, I'd imagine."

He tapped the bedframe. "Come on, I'm getting tired too. Take too long and I'll take your spot for myself."

[kinrou-nammu]

Slowly Kinrou finally relents and starts to crawl into the bed, plopping right onto it and rolling all the way to the side he chose. He sits up a bit after, shaking his head a bit so his hair doesn't try strangling him. It's rather cute, too. "...Y'better let me work real close with ya tomorrow. I wanna learn from you hands on~" He winks at the mer, not even caring that he's being obvious now. He's made how he feels about him decently known, he imagines, and...w ell, they ARE sharing a bed. So there's clearly SOMETHING going on in Ilya's head about Kinrou.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

Ilya rolled his eyes at Kinrou's comment, climbing into bed beside the other Mer once he'd settled down. He damn near dwarfed the bed when he was on it, unsurprisingly.

"Yes, yes. Now get some sleep." He laid down on his back, one arm pillowed under his head. "Maybe I'll take us to a different dwemer ruin tomorrow, too. If we have time. Which is unlikely if you don't fall asleep soon enough to be up early."

[kinrou-nammu]

Stretching, Kinrou leans to one side- the one closer to Ilya, and decides to be adventurous with his arm and hand. He reaches and clings onto Ilya, letting the limb stretch across the mer's broad chest as he presses closer, capturing him in a devious cuddle! With his soft, silky sleeves being right there to touch. Even one of his legs tries to cling to Ilya's own. "Ooo- yess~" He cheers in a rather cute hiss, pressing his head right near Ilya's body. Man, this mer's a clinger.

[kinrou-nammu]

Kinrou had a bit of free reign to look around the tower finally, after getting his fill of both teasing Ilya and eating his delicious dinner, and thusly decided to peep in everywhere he could. What DOES however catch Kinrou's eyes long-term is... a bathroom. Not your average one either, this one has PLUMMING. He knew the dwemer had made such things, but it was quite rare to see someone making use of it- as it cost a pretty penny to install most of the time. It does make sense to the mer that Ilya would have this however, as he seems downright native to the tech- something he still is a smidge envious over, along with... another feeling. Meandering about the washroom, his eye catches upon the holy grail; the washtub! Zooming to it, he checks the various knobs and finds- water! Hot water at that! With a gleam in his eye, he SWIFTLY disrobes and starts to fill the tub with that glorious steaming hot water... with a few adjustments so he feels the most comfy. He usually doesn't LIKE the heat, but with water... it's different. He hasn't been able to let his hair down in a minute either, so it's due for a washing. After a bit of a wash with whatever he finds nearby, Kinrou slowly just begins to relax, not at all thinking about just how long he's been in here. He doesn't even realize that his presence may be missed, nor that the other mer may be looking for him, and that the steam coming from this room now may be showing just where he's found himself. ( @ilindhar-of-the-north )

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

The bath was plenty large for Kinrou; of course, Ilya probably needed all of it with how much space he took up. A Dwarven sphere construct leapt from the wall to place a couple of soft towels down, along with a folded robe and a few options of fragrant bathing oils (lavender, dragon's tongue, mountain flower, and juniper, judging by the labels on each bottle), before returning to its sphere form and vanishing back into the wall.

Ilya, meanwhile, had been taking notes and helping to repair a few of the Dwemer constructs of their standard wear and tear while letting Kinrou explore. Eventually, his tasks were done, and he decided it was best to make sure that the smaller Mer hadn't wound up lost or trapped somehow.

He hummed to himself as he moved along the halls, his ear twitching as he heard the sound of water moving. Ah. He must have found the bathing room.

Ilya averted his gaze politely as he leaned against the doorframe, tapping his knuckles against the same frame. "Ah, Kinrou? I was coming to see if you'd like to figure out sleeping arrangements..."

Curiosity got the best of him. It was purely clinical, admittedly—he was only going to peek to see if there was anything unique about the other elf. Tattoos, perhaps. All he managed to catch, though, was everything not clinical. The way the steam clung to his skin, water beading up from the condensation. His long hair, finally fully down and damp.

He forced his gaze away with slight difficulty, swallowing anxiously.

[kinrou-nammu]

Knrou nearly had fallen asleep when Ilya's wonderful voice wakes him from his lull, making him rub his eyes as he looks around. Catching the... adverted gaze of the mer, his own multihued stare glimmers with something mischievous. Quickly, he leans forwards and lets the water drain from the bath, soon after standing STRAIGHT up, not caring if the other peeks back and gets an eyeful. He actually hopes he will. "Mn, sleeping arrangements? Can't I just sleep with you?" ...There's... two meaning to that, and Kinrou knows it. "I mean, I'm way smaller than YOU, so I won't take up much space." He fully contextualizes his words finally, and all as he walks... closer to Ilya. Without a DAMN TOWEL.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

Ilya's skin flushes an even deeper reddish-bronze, very tactfully and intently focusing on Kinrou's face. "Well, I've already had a spare cot set up. I was going to let you take my bed while I used that. Um, also, I believe that one of my Spheres put a few towels over there for you. You know, in case you might need it."

His arms come up to cross over his chest, as if he's unsure what to do with his hands and refuses to fidget. "Did you enjoy your bath at least? I put it all together myself. Wasn't originally a bathing room in this place. Figured I might as well pull together something that worked for me with what I had available..." ...aaand, he's rambling.

[kinrou-nammu]

Humming, he eventually decides to go and get that towel as Ilya rambles on, looking towards him as he dries off. Good Gods he's adorable when he gets like this... and hopefully he will get to see him like this more and more. Once his hair is decently dry with the towel, he wraps it around his waist and walks RIGHT BACK UP to the mer. "...You did good, biggun. Next time however I think we should share a bath together, the tub was reeeal big, and I wanna know how cozy it is when the space is all filled." INNUENDO.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

It nearly went right over his head. "Well, that's not very effective. Besides, I barely fit in that tub by myself. Why would—oh. Oh. Logic preserve me. That—You're horrendous, you know this?"

He shook his head, trying to regain his composure as he led Kinrou back towards the main room. Sure enough, there was a new cot set up, where a Dwemer spider was fussing over the lay of the blankets. It chittered in its weird, metallic manner and hopped onto Ilya's shoulder, wriggling under the mane that was his hair like a pet.

"Like I said, you can have my bed. It's the more comfortable option." He gestured to the cot that had been there since they'd walked in. "I don't mind. I'll sleep like a rock either way."

[kinrou-nammu]

Kinrou crosses his arms as he stares up at Ilya, a very visible grumpy expression plastered right on his face now that his glasses aren't obscuring his eyes. Seems someone does NOT wish to sleep alone. "Well, I don't like the idea of sleeping all alone in a big tower I've only been in fer less than a day. Shouldn't ya be a good host and... keep me company?" He tugs at Ilya's arm after that last bit, before GRABBING onto it and batting those long eyelashes at the mer. This up close, one can see all the litany of scars that decorate Kinrou's body- pale marks of varying jaggedness. There's even a strange branching one on his back that looks like a tree.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

"I-I'll be right over there, you know..." Ilya managed, hesitant. His entire body jolted when Kinrou grabbed his arm, swallowing hard. "If I do, I'm gonna have to trust that you won't try anything else funny. I'm not that kind of guy, as I already told you."

His gaze, ever curious, snagged on the sight of the scars. He found himself fascinated, but didn't have the time (nor the comfort of mutual intimacy) to go on asking about all of them.

[kinrou-nammu]

Kinrou moves his head back, an expression of near offence written plainly on him now. Seems like the mere idea of such things makes him upset just thinking about it. "I may have been flirty and a bit forward before, but I would never do that sort of thing to a person. Worst I'll do is like, cuddle you real close. Listen, I'll even go put my clothes back on so you don't feel weird." Seems that despite the mer's horrendous flirt personality, he... knows when to stop. He has a limit.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

Ilya nodded slowly. The Dwemer spider leapt out from under his hair and skittered off. "If you'd like. Though I will say that I don't typically sleep with a shirt on. Perhaps I should change that in this instance... Anyway. It just gets a tad too warm for me with it. So you're free to do as you please, really. As long as you're comfortable."

In reality, Ilya didn't really want to lose his tunic, as he had his own scarring to hide. It was a deliberate one, closer to a brand, and the raised skin had been inked over as well to ensure it to be even more permanent. Heat be damned, that was a bit too personal for him to reveal to a near-stranger.

"But, very well. I suppose I'll join you."

[kinrou-nammu]

He makes a small face before sighing and tapping on Ilya's arm. "...Can... can I have my bag back for a second, my sleep clothes are in there actually." Kinrou presses his cheek now onto there, strangely affectionately. There seems... to be a strange loneliness emanating from the smaller mer at this time, especially with how he stares off into practically nowhere. "You... don't have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable." He murmurs, voice barely able to be heard. "This IS your place after all, right?"

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

Ilya feels his heart clench painfully. "Yes, well. I'm also a host. Basic hospitality standards deem that the guest comes first."

He let out a brief, sharp whistle, and another Spider popped out to drag Kinrou's bag over to them both. He leaned down and picked it up to hand it to Kinrou with an affectionate smile. "Here. Would you prefer to sleep closer to the open or closer to the wall? I don't mind either."

[kinrou-nammu]

Kinrou lets go of Ilya only because he has to grab his bag and riffle around inside it. He produces a decent sized box that lay near the bottom with a latch on it. Opening it shows a rather silken, bright blue and white robe. It differs in the one he wears in style, seeming more like your average robe than being in multiple pieces. "I like the wall. Being enclosed feels... nice. Safe." Placing the box without the robes back into the bag, he stands and places it around his shoulders, removing the towel near the same time. If SOMEONE were to peek they would get a small show... before the silken cloth hides it away. Almost burlesque. Tying the white and blue, snowflake embroidered sash, he turns back to Ilya, a smile returned somehow to his face. ...The robe also is very loosely hanging from him, despite how he tied it; which is... rather 'femininely', being that it rests higher on his frame.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

"Ohh, that looks soft..." Ilya murmured, reaching out briefly as if to touch the fabric, but flinching and drawing his hand back when he remembered that he didn't have permission to touch. As if Kinrou would care, but he wasn't so bold as the smaller Mer.

"Anyway, go ahead and get comfortable. I'll be in bed soon, I have a few more things to work on."

[kinrou-nammu]

"...How long y'gonna be? I can wait on sleeping until yer done." The way he speaks still holds a strange kind of tone like before, the rasp in his voice making him sound more... tired than anything. Not the sleepy kind, a mental kind. Sad, even maybe. Kinrou also looks like he still wants to help, despite... being dressed for bed.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

Ilya hesitated for a moment, watching Kinrou like one would watch a machine acting strangely, though with a tad more emotion than what could be strictly clinical.

"Did I... do something? To offend you? I didn't mean to, if I did—"

[kinrou-nammu]

"No! I just..." He doesn't want to repeat himself, but... Ilya doesn't seem to be getting the bigger picture! "I... did say I didn't... like being alone when I sleep." He's fiddling with his still damp hair as he says this, twirling the slowly curling upwards ends of his hair on his finger, hiding the red painted nails on it slightly as he does. Nervous... he looks nervous.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

"Oh... I suppose the other stuff can wait, then. Come on." He heads over to the bed and hovers beside it, waiting for Kinrou to get in so that he could be against the wall.

[kinrou-nammu]

"I-!" Kinrou tries to say something, but he feels... strange about it. Yes, he's getting his way, but it feels... weird. Wrong. Like he's dictating this BIG HUGE SWEETHEART AND IT'S... eating him alive. "...You. Go do what you needed to do. I understand that... other things y'know, need yer attention 'n all. I'll just lay here 'n wait. I'm uh, patient. Yeah."

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

"Sure you are," Ilya responded with a raised brow. "But, no. Really, it can wait. I've got time tomorrow, and you'll be able to help me better when you've had a decent rest, I'd imagine."

He tapped the bedframe. "Come on, I'm getting tired too. Take too long and I'll take your spot for myself."

[kinrou-nammu]

Slowly Kinrou finally relents and starts to crawl into the bed, plopping right onto it and rolling all the way to the side he chose. He sits up a bit after, shaking his head a bit so his hair doesn't try strangling him. It's rather cute, too. "...Y'better let me work real close with ya tomorrow. I wanna learn from you hands on~" He winks at the mer, not even caring that he's being obvious now. He's made how he feels about him decently known, he imagines, and...w ell, they ARE sharing a bed. So there's clearly SOMETHING going on in Ilya's head about Kinrou.

[kinrou-nammu]

Kinrou had a bit of free reign to look around the tower finally, after getting his fill of both teasing Ilya and eating his delicious dinner, and thusly decided to peep in everywhere he could. What DOES however catch Kinrou's eyes long-term is... a bathroom. Not your average one either, this one has PLUMMING. He knew the dwemer had made such things, but it was quite rare to see someone making use of it- as it cost a pretty penny to install most of the time. It does make sense to the mer that Ilya would have this however, as he seems downright native to the tech- something he still is a smidge envious over, along with... another feeling. Meandering about the washroom, his eye catches upon the holy grail; the washtub! Zooming to it, he checks the various knobs and finds- water! Hot water at that! With a gleam in his eye, he SWIFTLY disrobes and starts to fill the tub with that glorious steaming hot water... with a few adjustments so he feels the most comfy. He usually doesn't LIKE the heat, but with water... it's different. He hasn't been able to let his hair down in a minute either, so it's due for a washing. After a bit of a wash with whatever he finds nearby, Kinrou slowly just begins to relax, not at all thinking about just how long he's been in here. He doesn't even realize that his presence may be missed, nor that the other mer may be looking for him, and that the steam coming from this room now may be showing just where he's found himself. ( @ilindhar-of-the-north )

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

The bath was plenty large for Kinrou; of course, Ilya probably needed all of it with how much space he took up. A Dwarven sphere construct leapt from the wall to place a couple of soft towels down, along with a folded robe and a few options of fragrant bathing oils (lavender, dragon's tongue, mountain flower, and juniper, judging by the labels on each bottle), before returning to its sphere form and vanishing back into the wall.

Ilya, meanwhile, had been taking notes and helping to repair a few of the Dwemer constructs of their standard wear and tear while letting Kinrou explore. Eventually, his tasks were done, and he decided it was best to make sure that the smaller Mer hadn't wound up lost or trapped somehow.

He hummed to himself as he moved along the halls, his ear twitching as he heard the sound of water moving. Ah. He must have found the bathing room.

Ilya averted his gaze politely as he leaned against the doorframe, tapping his knuckles against the same frame. "Ah, Kinrou? I was coming to see if you'd like to figure out sleeping arrangements..."

Curiosity got the best of him. It was purely clinical, admittedly—he was only going to peek to see if there was anything unique about the other elf. Tattoos, perhaps. All he managed to catch, though, was everything not clinical. The way the steam clung to his skin, water beading up from the condensation. His long hair, finally fully down and damp.

He forced his gaze away with slight difficulty, swallowing anxiously.

[kinrou-nammu]

Knrou nearly had fallen asleep when Ilya's wonderful voice wakes him from his lull, making him rub his eyes as he looks around. Catching the... adverted gaze of the mer, his own multihued stare glimmers with something mischievous. Quickly, he leans forwards and lets the water drain from the bath, soon after standing STRAIGHT up, not caring if the other peeks back and gets an eyeful. He actually hopes he will. "Mn, sleeping arrangements? Can't I just sleep with you?" ...There's... two meaning to that, and Kinrou knows it. "I mean, I'm way smaller than YOU, so I won't take up much space." He fully contextualizes his words finally, and all as he walks... closer to Ilya. Without a DAMN TOWEL.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

Ilya's skin flushes an even deeper reddish-bronze, very tactfully and intently focusing on Kinrou's face. "Well, I've already had a spare cot set up. I was going to let you take my bed while I used that. Um, also, I believe that one of my Spheres put a few towels over there for you. You know, in case you might need it."

His arms come up to cross over his chest, as if he's unsure what to do with his hands and refuses to fidget. "Did you enjoy your bath at least? I put it all together myself. Wasn't originally a bathing room in this place. Figured I might as well pull together something that worked for me with what I had available..." ...aaand, he's rambling.

[kinrou-nammu]

Humming, he eventually decides to go and get that towel as Ilya rambles on, looking towards him as he dries off. Good Gods he's adorable when he gets like this... and hopefully he will get to see him like this more and more. Once his hair is decently dry with the towel, he wraps it around his waist and walks RIGHT BACK UP to the mer. "...You did good, biggun. Next time however I think we should share a bath together, the tub was reeeal big, and I wanna know how cozy it is when the space is all filled." INNUENDO.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

It nearly went right over his head. "Well, that's not very effective. Besides, I barely fit in that tub by myself. Why would—oh. Oh. Logic preserve me. That—You're horrendous, you know this?"

He shook his head, trying to regain his composure as he led Kinrou back towards the main room. Sure enough, there was a new cot set up, where a Dwemer spider was fussing over the lay of the blankets. It chittered in its weird, metallic manner and hopped onto Ilya's shoulder, wriggling under the mane that was his hair like a pet.

"Like I said, you can have my bed. It's the more comfortable option." He gestured to the cot that had been there since they'd walked in. "I don't mind. I'll sleep like a rock either way."

[kinrou-nammu]

Kinrou crosses his arms as he stares up at Ilya, a very visible grumpy expression plastered right on his face now that his glasses aren't obscuring his eyes. Seems someone does NOT wish to sleep alone. "Well, I don't like the idea of sleeping all alone in a big tower I've only been in fer less than a day. Shouldn't ya be a good host and... keep me company?" He tugs at Ilya's arm after that last bit, before GRABBING onto it and batting those long eyelashes at the mer. This up close, one can see all the litany of scars that decorate Kinrou's body- pale marks of varying jaggedness. There's even a strange branching one on his back that looks like a tree.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

"I-I'll be right over there, you know..." Ilya managed, hesitant. His entire body jolted when Kinrou grabbed his arm, swallowing hard. "If I do, I'm gonna have to trust that you won't try anything else funny. I'm not that kind of guy, as I already told you."

His gaze, ever curious, snagged on the sight of the scars. He found himself fascinated, but didn't have the time (nor the comfort of mutual intimacy) to go on asking about all of them.

[kinrou-nammu]

Kinrou moves his head back, an expression of near offence written plainly on him now. Seems like the mere idea of such things makes him upset just thinking about it. "I may have been flirty and a bit forward before, but I would never do that sort of thing to a person. Worst I'll do is like, cuddle you real close. Listen, I'll even go put my clothes back on so you don't feel weird." Seems that despite the mer's horrendous flirt personality, he... knows when to stop. He has a limit.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

Ilya nodded slowly. The Dwemer spider leapt out from under his hair and skittered off. "If you'd like. Though I will say that I don't typically sleep with a shirt on. Perhaps I should change that in this instance... Anyway. It just gets a tad too warm for me with it. So you're free to do as you please, really. As long as you're comfortable."

In reality, Ilya didn't really want to lose his tunic, as he had his own scarring to hide. It was a deliberate one, closer to a brand, and the raised skin had been inked over as well to ensure it to be even more permanent. Heat be damned, that was a bit too personal for him to reveal to a near-stranger.

"But, very well. I suppose I'll join you."

[kinrou-nammu]

He makes a small face before sighing and tapping on Ilya's arm. "...Can... can I have my bag back for a second, my sleep clothes are in there actually." Kinrou presses his cheek now onto there, strangely affectionately. There seems... to be a strange loneliness emanating from the smaller mer at this time, especially with how he stares off into practically nowhere. "You... don't have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable." He murmurs, voice barely able to be heard. "This IS your place after all, right?"

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

Ilya feels his heart clench painfully. "Yes, well. I'm also a host. Basic hospitality standards deem that the guest comes first."

He let out a brief, sharp whistle, and another Spider popped out to drag Kinrou's bag over to them both. He leaned down and picked it up to hand it to Kinrou with an affectionate smile. "Here. Would you prefer to sleep closer to the open or closer to the wall? I don't mind either."

[kinrou-nammu]

Kinrou lets go of Ilya only because he has to grab his bag and riffle around inside it. He produces a decent sized box that lay near the bottom with a latch on it. Opening it shows a rather silken, bright blue and white robe. It differs in the one he wears in style, seeming more like your average robe than being in multiple pieces. "I like the wall. Being enclosed feels... nice. Safe." Placing the box without the robes back into the bag, he stands and places it around his shoulders, removing the towel near the same time. If SOMEONE were to peek they would get a small show... before the silken cloth hides it away. Almost burlesque. Tying the white and blue, snowflake embroidered sash, he turns back to Ilya, a smile returned somehow to his face. ...The robe also is very loosely hanging from him, despite how he tied it; which is... rather 'femininely', being that it rests higher on his frame.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

"Ohh, that looks soft..." Ilya murmured, reaching out briefly as if to touch the fabric, but flinching and drawing his hand back when he remembered that he didn't have permission to touch. As if Kinrou would care, but he wasn't so bold as the smaller Mer.

"Anyway, go ahead and get comfortable. I'll be in bed soon, I have a few more things to work on."

[kinrou-nammu]

"...How long y'gonna be? I can wait on sleeping until yer done." The way he speaks still holds a strange kind of tone like before, the rasp in his voice making him sound more... tired than anything. Not the sleepy kind, a mental kind. Sad, even maybe. Kinrou also looks like he still wants to help, despite... being dressed for bed.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

Ilya hesitated for a moment, watching Kinrou like one would watch a machine acting strangely, though with a tad more emotion than what could be strictly clinical.

"Did I... do something? To offend you? I didn't mean to, if I did—"

[kinrou-nammu]

"No! I just..." He doesn't want to repeat himself, but... Ilya doesn't seem to be getting the bigger picture! "I... did say I didn't... like being alone when I sleep." He's fiddling with his still damp hair as he says this, twirling the slowly curling upwards ends of his hair on his finger, hiding the red painted nails on it slightly as he does. Nervous... he looks nervous.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

"Oh... I suppose the other stuff can wait, then. Come on." He heads over to the bed and hovers beside it, waiting for Kinrou to get in so that he could be against the wall.

[kinrou-nammu]

"I-!" Kinrou tries to say something, but he feels... strange about it. Yes, he's getting his way, but it feels... weird. Wrong. Like he's dictating this BIG HUGE SWEETHEART AND IT'S... eating him alive. "...You. Go do what you needed to do. I understand that... other things y'know, need yer attention 'n all. I'll just lay here 'n wait. I'm uh, patient. Yeah."

[kinrou-nammu]

Kinrou had a bit of free reign to look around the tower finally, after getting his fill of both teasing Ilya and eating his delicious dinner, and thusly decided to peep in everywhere he could. What DOES however catch Kinrou's eyes long-term is... a bathroom. Not your average one either, this one has PLUMMING. He knew the dwemer had made such things, but it was quite rare to see someone making use of it- as it cost a pretty penny to install most of the time. It does make sense to the mer that Ilya would have this however, as he seems downright native to the tech- something he still is a smidge envious over, along with... another feeling. Meandering about the washroom, his eye catches upon the holy grail; the washtub! Zooming to it, he checks the various knobs and finds- water! Hot water at that! With a gleam in his eye, he SWIFTLY disrobes and starts to fill the tub with that glorious steaming hot water... with a few adjustments so he feels the most comfy. He usually doesn't LIKE the heat, but with water... it's different. He hasn't been able to let his hair down in a minute either, so it's due for a washing. After a bit of a wash with whatever he finds nearby, Kinrou slowly just begins to relax, not at all thinking about just how long he's been in here. He doesn't even realize that his presence may be missed, nor that the other mer may be looking for him, and that the steam coming from this room now may be showing just where he's found himself. ( @ilindhar-of-the-north )

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

The bath was plenty large for Kinrou; of course, Ilya probably needed all of it with how much space he took up. A Dwarven sphere construct leapt from the wall to place a couple of soft towels down, along with a folded robe and a few options of fragrant bathing oils (lavender, dragon's tongue, mountain flower, and juniper, judging by the labels on each bottle), before returning to its sphere form and vanishing back into the wall.

Ilya, meanwhile, had been taking notes and helping to repair a few of the Dwemer constructs of their standard wear and tear while letting Kinrou explore. Eventually, his tasks were done, and he decided it was best to make sure that the smaller Mer hadn't wound up lost or trapped somehow.

He hummed to himself as he moved along the halls, his ear twitching as he heard the sound of water moving. Ah. He must have found the bathing room.

Ilya averted his gaze politely as he leaned against the doorframe, tapping his knuckles against the same frame. "Ah, Kinrou? I was coming to see if you'd like to figure out sleeping arrangements..."

Curiosity got the best of him. It was purely clinical, admittedly—he was only going to peek to see if there was anything unique about the other elf. Tattoos, perhaps. All he managed to catch, though, was everything not clinical. The way the steam clung to his skin, water beading up from the condensation. His long hair, finally fully down and damp.

He forced his gaze away with slight difficulty, swallowing anxiously.

[kinrou-nammu]

Knrou nearly had fallen asleep when Ilya's wonderful voice wakes him from his lull, making him rub his eyes as he looks around. Catching the... adverted gaze of the mer, his own multihued stare glimmers with something mischievous. Quickly, he leans forwards and lets the water drain from the bath, soon after standing STRAIGHT up, not caring if the other peeks back and gets an eyeful. He actually hopes he will. "Mn, sleeping arrangements? Can't I just sleep with you?" ...There's... two meaning to that, and Kinrou knows it. "I mean, I'm way smaller than YOU, so I won't take up much space." He fully contextualizes his words finally, and all as he walks... closer to Ilya. Without a DAMN TOWEL.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

Ilya's skin flushes an even deeper reddish-bronze, very tactfully and intently focusing on Kinrou's face. "Well, I've already had a spare cot set up. I was going to let you take my bed while I used that. Um, also, I believe that one of my Spheres put a few towels over there for you. You know, in case you might need it."

His arms come up to cross over his chest, as if he's unsure what to do with his hands and refuses to fidget. "Did you enjoy your bath at least? I put it all together myself. Wasn't originally a bathing room in this place. Figured I might as well pull together something that worked for me with what I had available..." ...aaand, he's rambling.

[kinrou-nammu]

Humming, he eventually decides to go and get that towel as Ilya rambles on, looking towards him as he dries off. Good Gods he's adorable when he gets like this... and hopefully he will get to see him like this more and more. Once his hair is decently dry with the towel, he wraps it around his waist and walks RIGHT BACK UP to the mer. "...You did good, biggun. Next time however I think we should share a bath together, the tub was reeeal big, and I wanna know how cozy it is when the space is all filled." INNUENDO.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

It nearly went right over his head. "Well, that's not very effective. Besides, I barely fit in that tub by myself. Why would—oh. Oh. Logic preserve me. That—You're horrendous, you know this?"

He shook his head, trying to regain his composure as he led Kinrou back towards the main room. Sure enough, there was a new cot set up, where a Dwemer spider was fussing over the lay of the blankets. It chittered in its weird, metallic manner and hopped onto Ilya's shoulder, wriggling under the mane that was his hair like a pet.

"Like I said, you can have my bed. It's the more comfortable option." He gestured to the cot that had been there since they'd walked in. "I don't mind. I'll sleep like a rock either way."

[kinrou-nammu]

Kinrou crosses his arms as he stares up at Ilya, a very visible grumpy expression plastered right on his face now that his glasses aren't obscuring his eyes. Seems someone does NOT wish to sleep alone. "Well, I don't like the idea of sleeping all alone in a big tower I've only been in fer less than a day. Shouldn't ya be a good host and... keep me company?" He tugs at Ilya's arm after that last bit, before GRABBING onto it and batting those long eyelashes at the mer. This up close, one can see all the litany of scars that decorate Kinrou's body- pale marks of varying jaggedness. There's even a strange branching one on his back that looks like a tree.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

"I-I'll be right over there, you know..." Ilya managed, hesitant. His entire body jolted when Kinrou grabbed his arm, swallowing hard. "If I do, I'm gonna have to trust that you won't try anything else funny. I'm not that kind of guy, as I already told you."

His gaze, ever curious, snagged on the sight of the scars. He found himself fascinated, but didn't have the time (nor the comfort of mutual intimacy) to go on asking about all of them.

[kinrou-nammu]

Kinrou moves his head back, an expression of near offence written plainly on him now. Seems like the mere idea of such things makes him upset just thinking about it. "I may have been flirty and a bit forward before, but I would never do that sort of thing to a person. Worst I'll do is like, cuddle you real close. Listen, I'll even go put my clothes back on so you don't feel weird." Seems that despite the mer's horrendous flirt personality, he... knows when to stop. He has a limit.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

Ilya nodded slowly. The Dwemer spider leapt out from under his hair and skittered off. "If you'd like. Though I will say that I don't typically sleep with a shirt on. Perhaps I should change that in this instance... Anyway. It just gets a tad too warm for me with it. So you're free to do as you please, really. As long as you're comfortable."

In reality, Ilya didn't really want to lose his tunic, as he had his own scarring to hide. It was a deliberate one, closer to a brand, and the raised skin had been inked over as well to ensure it to be even more permanent. Heat be damned, that was a bit too personal for him to reveal to a near-stranger.

"But, very well. I suppose I'll join you."

[kinrou-nammu]

He makes a small face before sighing and tapping on Ilya's arm. "...Can... can I have my bag back for a second, my sleep clothes are in there actually." Kinrou presses his cheek now onto there, strangely affectionately. There seems... to be a strange loneliness emanating from the smaller mer at this time, especially with how he stares off into practically nowhere. "You... don't have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable." He murmurs, voice barely able to be heard. "This IS your place after all, right?"

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

Ilya feels his heart clench painfully. "Yes, well. I'm also a host. Basic hospitality standards deem that the guest comes first."

He let out a brief, sharp whistle, and another Spider popped out to drag Kinrou's bag over to them both. He leaned down and picked it up to hand it to Kinrou with an affectionate smile. "Here. Would you prefer to sleep closer to the open or closer to the wall? I don't mind either."

[kinrou-nammu]

Kinrou lets go of Ilya only because he has to grab his bag and riffle around inside it. He produces a decent sized box that lay near the bottom with a latch on it. Opening it shows a rather silken, bright blue and white robe. It differs in the one he wears in style, seeming more like your average robe than being in multiple pieces. "I like the wall. Being enclosed feels... nice. Safe." Placing the box without the robes back into the bag, he stands and places it around his shoulders, removing the towel near the same time. If SOMEONE were to peek they would get a small show... before the silken cloth hides it away. Almost burlesque. Tying the white and blue, snowflake embroidered sash, he turns back to Ilya, a smile returned somehow to his face. ...The robe also is very loosely hanging from him, despite how he tied it; which is... rather 'femininely', being that it rests higher on his frame.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

"Ohh, that looks soft..." Ilya murmured, reaching out briefly as if to touch the fabric, but flinching and drawing his hand back when he remembered that he didn't have permission to touch. As if Kinrou would care, but he wasn't so bold as the smaller Mer.

"Anyway, go ahead and get comfortable. I'll be in bed soon, I have a few more things to work on."

[kinrou-nammu]

"...How long y'gonna be? I can wait on sleeping until yer done." The way he speaks still holds a strange kind of tone like before, the rasp in his voice making him sound more... tired than anything. Not the sleepy kind, a mental kind. Sad, even maybe. Kinrou also looks like he still wants to help, despite... being dressed for bed.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

Ilya hesitated for a moment, watching Kinrou like one would watch a machine acting strangely, though with a tad more emotion than what could be strictly clinical.

"Did I... do something? To offend you? I didn't mean to, if I did—"

[kinrou-nammu]

"No! I just..." He doesn't want to repeat himself, but... Ilya doesn't seem to be getting the bigger picture! "I... did say I didn't... like being alone when I sleep." He's fiddling with his still damp hair as he says this, twirling the slowly curling upwards ends of his hair on his finger, hiding the red painted nails on it slightly as he does. Nervous... he looks nervous.

[kinrou-nammu]

Kinrou had a bit of free reign to look around the tower finally, after getting his fill of both teasing Ilya and eating his delicious dinner, and thusly decided to peep in everywhere he could. What DOES however catch Kinrou's eyes long-term is... a bathroom. Not your average one either, this one has PLUMMING. He knew the dwemer had made such things, but it was quite rare to see someone making use of it- as it cost a pretty penny to install most of the time. It does make sense to the mer that Ilya would have this however, as he seems downright native to the tech- something he still is a smidge envious over, along with... another feeling. Meandering about the washroom, his eye catches upon the holy grail; the washtub! Zooming to it, he checks the various knobs and finds- water! Hot water at that! With a gleam in his eye, he SWIFTLY disrobes and starts to fill the tub with that glorious steaming hot water... with a few adjustments so he feels the most comfy. He usually doesn't LIKE the heat, but with water... it's different. He hasn't been able to let his hair down in a minute either, so it's due for a washing. After a bit of a wash with whatever he finds nearby, Kinrou slowly just begins to relax, not at all thinking about just how long he's been in here. He doesn't even realize that his presence may be missed, nor that the other mer may be looking for him, and that the steam coming from this room now may be showing just where he's found himself. ( @ilindhar-of-the-north )

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

The bath was plenty large for Kinrou; of course, Ilya probably needed all of it with how much space he took up. A Dwarven sphere construct leapt from the wall to place a couple of soft towels down, along with a folded robe and a few options of fragrant bathing oils (lavender, dragon's tongue, mountain flower, and juniper, judging by the labels on each bottle), before returning to its sphere form and vanishing back into the wall.

Ilya, meanwhile, had been taking notes and helping to repair a few of the Dwemer constructs of their standard wear and tear while letting Kinrou explore. Eventually, his tasks were done, and he decided it was best to make sure that the smaller Mer hadn't wound up lost or trapped somehow.

He hummed to himself as he moved along the halls, his ear twitching as he heard the sound of water moving. Ah. He must have found the bathing room.

Ilya averted his gaze politely as he leaned against the doorframe, tapping his knuckles against the same frame. "Ah, Kinrou? I was coming to see if you'd like to figure out sleeping arrangements..."

Curiosity got the best of him. It was purely clinical, admittedly—he was only going to peek to see if there was anything unique about the other elf. Tattoos, perhaps. All he managed to catch, though, was everything not clinical. The way the steam clung to his skin, water beading up from the condensation. His long hair, finally fully down and damp.

He forced his gaze away with slight difficulty, swallowing anxiously.

[kinrou-nammu]

Knrou nearly had fallen asleep when Ilya's wonderful voice wakes him from his lull, making him rub his eyes as he looks around. Catching the... adverted gaze of the mer, his own multihued stare glimmers with something mischievous. Quickly, he leans forwards and lets the water drain from the bath, soon after standing STRAIGHT up, not caring if the other peeks back and gets an eyeful. He actually hopes he will. "Mn, sleeping arrangements? Can't I just sleep with you?" ...There's... two meaning to that, and Kinrou knows it. "I mean, I'm way smaller than YOU, so I won't take up much space." He fully contextualizes his words finally, and all as he walks... closer to Ilya. Without a DAMN TOWEL.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

Ilya's skin flushes an even deeper reddish-bronze, very tactfully and intently focusing on Kinrou's face. "Well, I've already had a spare cot set up. I was going to let you take my bed while I used that. Um, also, I believe that one of my Spheres put a few towels over there for you. You know, in case you might need it."

His arms come up to cross over his chest, as if he's unsure what to do with his hands and refuses to fidget. "Did you enjoy your bath at least? I put it all together myself. Wasn't originally a bathing room in this place. Figured I might as well pull together something that worked for me with what I had available..." ...aaand, he's rambling.

[kinrou-nammu]

Humming, he eventually decides to go and get that towel as Ilya rambles on, looking towards him as he dries off. Good Gods he's adorable when he gets like this... and hopefully he will get to see him like this more and more. Once his hair is decently dry with the towel, he wraps it around his waist and walks RIGHT BACK UP to the mer. "...You did good, biggun. Next time however I think we should share a bath together, the tub was reeeal big, and I wanna know how cozy it is when the space is all filled." INNUENDO.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

It nearly went right over his head. "Well, that's not very effective. Besides, I barely fit in that tub by myself. Why would—oh. Oh. Logic preserve me. That—You're horrendous, you know this?"

He shook his head, trying to regain his composure as he led Kinrou back towards the main room. Sure enough, there was a new cot set up, where a Dwemer spider was fussing over the lay of the blankets. It chittered in its weird, metallic manner and hopped onto Ilya's shoulder, wriggling under the mane that was his hair like a pet.

"Like I said, you can have my bed. It's the more comfortable option." He gestured to the cot that had been there since they'd walked in. "I don't mind. I'll sleep like a rock either way."

[kinrou-nammu]

Kinrou crosses his arms as he stares up at Ilya, a very visible grumpy expression plastered right on his face now that his glasses aren't obscuring his eyes. Seems someone does NOT wish to sleep alone. "Well, I don't like the idea of sleeping all alone in a big tower I've only been in fer less than a day. Shouldn't ya be a good host and... keep me company?" He tugs at Ilya's arm after that last bit, before GRABBING onto it and batting those long eyelashes at the mer. This up close, one can see all the litany of scars that decorate Kinrou's body- pale marks of varying jaggedness. There's even a strange branching one on his back that looks like a tree.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

"I-I'll be right over there, you know..." Ilya managed, hesitant. His entire body jolted when Kinrou grabbed his arm, swallowing hard. "If I do, I'm gonna have to trust that you won't try anything else funny. I'm not that kind of guy, as I already told you."

His gaze, ever curious, snagged on the sight of the scars. He found himself fascinated, but didn't have the time (nor the comfort of mutual intimacy) to go on asking about all of them.

[kinrou-nammu]

Kinrou moves his head back, an expression of near offence written plainly on him now. Seems like the mere idea of such things makes him upset just thinking about it. "I may have been flirty and a bit forward before, but I would never do that sort of thing to a person. Worst I'll do is like, cuddle you real close. Listen, I'll even go put my clothes back on so you don't feel weird." Seems that despite the mer's horrendous flirt personality, he... knows when to stop. He has a limit.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

Ilya nodded slowly. The Dwemer spider leapt out from under his hair and skittered off. "If you'd like. Though I will say that I don't typically sleep with a shirt on. Perhaps I should change that in this instance... Anyway. It just gets a tad too warm for me with it. So you're free to do as you please, really. As long as you're comfortable."

In reality, Ilya didn't really want to lose his tunic, as he had his own scarring to hide. It was a deliberate one, closer to a brand, and the raised skin had been inked over as well to ensure it to be even more permanent. Heat be damned, that was a bit too personal for him to reveal to a near-stranger.

"But, very well. I suppose I'll join you."

[kinrou-nammu]

He makes a small face before sighing and tapping on Ilya's arm. "...Can... can I have my bag back for a second, my sleep clothes are in there actually." Kinrou presses his cheek now onto there, strangely affectionately. There seems... to be a strange loneliness emanating from the smaller mer at this time, especially with how he stares off into practically nowhere. "You... don't have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable." He murmurs, voice barely able to be heard. "This IS your place after all, right?"

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

Ilya feels his heart clench painfully. "Yes, well. I'm also a host. Basic hospitality standards deem that the guest comes first."

He let out a brief, sharp whistle, and another Spider popped out to drag Kinrou's bag over to them both. He leaned down and picked it up to hand it to Kinrou with an affectionate smile. "Here. Would you prefer to sleep closer to the open or closer to the wall? I don't mind either."

[kinrou-nammu]

Kinrou lets go of Ilya only because he has to grab his bag and riffle around inside it. He produces a decent sized box that lay near the bottom with a latch on it. Opening it shows a rather silken, bright blue and white robe. It differs in the one he wears in style, seeming more like your average robe than being in multiple pieces. "I like the wall. Being enclosed feels... nice. Safe." Placing the box without the robes back into the bag, he stands and places it around his shoulders, removing the towel near the same time. If SOMEONE were to peek they would get a small show... before the silken cloth hides it away. Almost burlesque. Tying the white and blue, snowflake embroidered sash, he turns back to Ilya, a smile returned somehow to his face. ...The robe also is very loosely hanging from him, despite how he tied it; which is... rather 'femininely', being that it rests higher on his frame.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

"Ohh, that looks soft..." Ilya murmured, reaching out briefly as if to touch the fabric, but flinching and drawing his hand back when he remembered that he didn't have permission to touch. As if Kinrou would care, but he wasn't so bold as the smaller Mer.

"Anyway, go ahead and get comfortable. I'll be in bed soon, I have a few more things to work on."

[kinrou-nammu]

"...How long y'gonna be? I can wait on sleeping until yer done." The way he speaks still holds a strange kind of tone like before, the rasp in his voice making him sound more... tired than anything. Not the sleepy kind, a mental kind. Sad, even maybe. Kinrou also looks like he still wants to help, despite... being dressed for bed.

[kinrou-nammu]

Kinrou had a bit of free reign to look around the tower finally, after getting his fill of both teasing Ilya and eating his delicious dinner, and thusly decided to peep in everywhere he could. What DOES however catch Kinrou's eyes long-term is... a bathroom. Not your average one either, this one has PLUMMING. He knew the dwemer had made such things, but it was quite rare to see someone making use of it- as it cost a pretty penny to install most of the time. It does make sense to the mer that Ilya would have this however, as he seems downright native to the tech- something he still is a smidge envious over, along with... another feeling. Meandering about the washroom, his eye catches upon the holy grail; the washtub! Zooming to it, he checks the various knobs and finds- water! Hot water at that! With a gleam in his eye, he SWIFTLY disrobes and starts to fill the tub with that glorious steaming hot water... with a few adjustments so he feels the most comfy. He usually doesn't LIKE the heat, but with water... it's different. He hasn't been able to let his hair down in a minute either, so it's due for a washing. After a bit of a wash with whatever he finds nearby, Kinrou slowly just begins to relax, not at all thinking about just how long he's been in here. He doesn't even realize that his presence may be missed, nor that the other mer may be looking for him, and that the steam coming from this room now may be showing just where he's found himself. ( @ilindhar-of-the-north )

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

The bath was plenty large for Kinrou; of course, Ilya probably needed all of it with how much space he took up. A Dwarven sphere construct leapt from the wall to place a couple of soft towels down, along with a folded robe and a few options of fragrant bathing oils (lavender, dragon's tongue, mountain flower, and juniper, judging by the labels on each bottle), before returning to its sphere form and vanishing back into the wall.

Ilya, meanwhile, had been taking notes and helping to repair a few of the Dwemer constructs of their standard wear and tear while letting Kinrou explore. Eventually, his tasks were done, and he decided it was best to make sure that the smaller Mer hadn't wound up lost or trapped somehow.

He hummed to himself as he moved along the halls, his ear twitching as he heard the sound of water moving. Ah. He must have found the bathing room.

Ilya averted his gaze politely as he leaned against the doorframe, tapping his knuckles against the same frame. "Ah, Kinrou? I was coming to see if you'd like to figure out sleeping arrangements..."

Curiosity got the best of him. It was purely clinical, admittedly—he was only going to peek to see if there was anything unique about the other elf. Tattoos, perhaps. All he managed to catch, though, was everything not clinical. The way the steam clung to his skin, water beading up from the condensation. His long hair, finally fully down and damp.

He forced his gaze away with slight difficulty, swallowing anxiously.

[kinrou-nammu]

Knrou nearly had fallen asleep when Ilya's wonderful voice wakes him from his lull, making him rub his eyes as he looks around. Catching the... adverted gaze of the mer, his own multihued stare glimmers with something mischievous. Quickly, he leans forwards and lets the water drain from the bath, soon after standing STRAIGHT up, not caring if the other peeks back and gets an eyeful. He actually hopes he will. "Mn, sleeping arrangements? Can't I just sleep with you?" ...There's... two meaning to that, and Kinrou knows it. "I mean, I'm way smaller than YOU, so I won't take up much space." He fully contextualizes his words finally, and all as he walks... closer to Ilya. Without a DAMN TOWEL.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

Ilya's skin flushes an even deeper reddish-bronze, very tactfully and intently focusing on Kinrou's face. "Well, I've already had a spare cot set up. I was going to let you take my bed while I used that. Um, also, I believe that one of my Spheres put a few towels over there for you. You know, in case you might need it."

His arms come up to cross over his chest, as if he's unsure what to do with his hands and refuses to fidget. "Did you enjoy your bath at least? I put it all together myself. Wasn't originally a bathing room in this place. Figured I might as well pull together something that worked for me with what I had available..." ...aaand, he's rambling.

[kinrou-nammu]

Humming, he eventually decides to go and get that towel as Ilya rambles on, looking towards him as he dries off. Good Gods he's adorable when he gets like this... and hopefully he will get to see him like this more and more. Once his hair is decently dry with the towel, he wraps it around his waist and walks RIGHT BACK UP to the mer. "...You did good, biggun. Next time however I think we should share a bath together, the tub was reeeal big, and I wanna know how cozy it is when the space is all filled." INNUENDO.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

It nearly went right over his head. "Well, that's not very effective. Besides, I barely fit in that tub by myself. Why would—oh. Oh. Logic preserve me. That—You're horrendous, you know this?"

He shook his head, trying to regain his composure as he led Kinrou back towards the main room. Sure enough, there was a new cot set up, where a Dwemer spider was fussing over the lay of the blankets. It chittered in its weird, metallic manner and hopped onto Ilya's shoulder, wriggling under the mane that was his hair like a pet.

"Like I said, you can have my bed. It's the more comfortable option." He gestured to the cot that had been there since they'd walked in. "I don't mind. I'll sleep like a rock either way."

[kinrou-nammu]

Kinrou crosses his arms as he stares up at Ilya, a very visible grumpy expression plastered right on his face now that his glasses aren't obscuring his eyes. Seems someone does NOT wish to sleep alone. "Well, I don't like the idea of sleeping all alone in a big tower I've only been in fer less than a day. Shouldn't ya be a good host and... keep me company?" He tugs at Ilya's arm after that last bit, before GRABBING onto it and batting those long eyelashes at the mer. This up close, one can see all the litany of scars that decorate Kinrou's body- pale marks of varying jaggedness. There's even a strange branching one on his back that looks like a tree.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

"I-I'll be right over there, you know..." Ilya managed, hesitant. His entire body jolted when Kinrou grabbed his arm, swallowing hard. "If I do, I'm gonna have to trust that you won't try anything else funny. I'm not that kind of guy, as I already told you."

His gaze, ever curious, snagged on the sight of the scars. He found himself fascinated, but didn't have the time (nor the comfort of mutual intimacy) to go on asking about all of them.

[kinrou-nammu]

Kinrou moves his head back, an expression of near offence written plainly on him now. Seems like the mere idea of such things makes him upset just thinking about it. "I may have been flirty and a bit forward before, but I would never do that sort of thing to a person. Worst I'll do is like, cuddle you real close. Listen, I'll even go put my clothes back on so you don't feel weird." Seems that despite the mer's horrendous flirt personality, he... knows when to stop. He has a limit.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

Ilya nodded slowly. The Dwemer spider leapt out from under his hair and skittered off. "If you'd like. Though I will say that I don't typically sleep with a shirt on. Perhaps I should change that in this instance... Anyway. It just gets a tad too warm for me with it. So you're free to do as you please, really. As long as you're comfortable."

In reality, Ilya didn't really want to lose his tunic, as he had his own scarring to hide. It was a deliberate one, closer to a brand, and the raised skin had been inked over as well to ensure it to be even more permanent. Heat be damned, that was a bit too personal for him to reveal to a near-stranger.

"But, very well. I suppose I'll join you."

[kinrou-nammu]

He makes a small face before sighing and tapping on Ilya's arm. "...Can... can I have my bag back for a second, my sleep clothes are in there actually." Kinrou presses his cheek now onto there, strangely affectionately. There seems... to be a strange loneliness emanating from the smaller mer at this time, especially with how he stares off into practically nowhere. "You... don't have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable." He murmurs, voice barely able to be heard. "This IS your place after all, right?"

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

Ilya feels his heart clench painfully. "Yes, well. I'm also a host. Basic hospitality standards deem that the guest comes first."

He let out a brief, sharp whistle, and another Spider popped out to drag Kinrou's bag over to them both. He leaned down and picked it up to hand it to Kinrou with an affectionate smile. "Here. Would you prefer to sleep closer to the open or closer to the wall? I don't mind either."

[kinrou-nammu]

Kinrou lets go of Ilya only because he has to grab his bag and riffle around inside it. He produces a decent sized box that lay near the bottom with a latch on it. Opening it shows a rather silken, bright blue and white robe. It differs in the one he wears in style, seeming more like your average robe than being in multiple pieces. "I like the wall. Being enclosed feels... nice. Safe." Placing the box without the robes back into the bag, he stands and places it around his shoulders, removing the towel near the same time. If SOMEONE were to peek they would get a small show... before the silken cloth hides it away. Almost burlesque. Tying the white and blue, snowflake embroidered sash, he turns back to Ilya, a smile returned somehow to his face. ...The robe also is very loosely hanging from him, despite how he tied it; which is... rather 'femininely', being that it rests higher on his frame.

[kinrou-nammu]

Kinrou had a bit of free reign to look around the tower finally, after getting his fill of both teasing Ilya and eating his delicious dinner, and thusly decided to peep in everywhere he could. What DOES however catch Kinrou's eyes long-term is... a bathroom. Not your average one either, this one has PLUMMING. He knew the dwemer had made such things, but it was quite rare to see someone making use of it- as it cost a pretty penny to install most of the time. It does make sense to the mer that Ilya would have this however, as he seems downright native to the tech- something he still is a smidge envious over, along with... another feeling. Meandering about the washroom, his eye catches upon the holy grail; the washtub! Zooming to it, he checks the various knobs and finds- water! Hot water at that! With a gleam in his eye, he SWIFTLY disrobes and starts to fill the tub with that glorious steaming hot water... with a few adjustments so he feels the most comfy. He usually doesn't LIKE the heat, but with water... it's different. He hasn't been able to let his hair down in a minute either, so it's due for a washing. After a bit of a wash with whatever he finds nearby, Kinrou slowly just begins to relax, not at all thinking about just how long he's been in here. He doesn't even realize that his presence may be missed, nor that the other mer may be looking for him, and that the steam coming from this room now may be showing just where he's found himself. ( @ilindhar-of-the-north )

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

The bath was plenty large for Kinrou; of course, Ilya probably needed all of it with how much space he took up. A Dwarven sphere construct leapt from the wall to place a couple of soft towels down, along with a folded robe and a few options of fragrant bathing oils (lavender, dragon's tongue, mountain flower, and juniper, judging by the labels on each bottle), before returning to its sphere form and vanishing back into the wall.

Ilya, meanwhile, had been taking notes and helping to repair a few of the Dwemer constructs of their standard wear and tear while letting Kinrou explore. Eventually, his tasks were done, and he decided it was best to make sure that the smaller Mer hadn't wound up lost or trapped somehow.

He hummed to himself as he moved along the halls, his ear twitching as he heard the sound of water moving. Ah. He must have found the bathing room.

Ilya averted his gaze politely as he leaned against the doorframe, tapping his knuckles against the same frame. "Ah, Kinrou? I was coming to see if you'd like to figure out sleeping arrangements..."

Curiosity got the best of him. It was purely clinical, admittedly—he was only going to peek to see if there was anything unique about the other elf. Tattoos, perhaps. All he managed to catch, though, was everything not clinical. The way the steam clung to his skin, water beading up from the condensation. His long hair, finally fully down and damp.

He forced his gaze away with slight difficulty, swallowing anxiously.

[kinrou-nammu]

Knrou nearly had fallen asleep when Ilya's wonderful voice wakes him from his lull, making him rub his eyes as he looks around. Catching the... adverted gaze of the mer, his own multihued stare glimmers with something mischievous. Quickly, he leans forwards and lets the water drain from the bath, soon after standing STRAIGHT up, not caring if the other peeks back and gets an eyeful. He actually hopes he will. "Mn, sleeping arrangements? Can't I just sleep with you?" ...There's... two meaning to that, and Kinrou knows it. "I mean, I'm way smaller than YOU, so I won't take up much space." He fully contextualizes his words finally, and all as he walks... closer to Ilya. Without a DAMN TOWEL.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

Ilya's skin flushes an even deeper reddish-bronze, very tactfully and intently focusing on Kinrou's face. "Well, I've already had a spare cot set up. I was going to let you take my bed while I used that. Um, also, I believe that one of my Spheres put a few towels over there for you. You know, in case you might need it."

His arms come up to cross over his chest, as if he's unsure what to do with his hands and refuses to fidget. "Did you enjoy your bath at least? I put it all together myself. Wasn't originally a bathing room in this place. Figured I might as well pull together something that worked for me with what I had available..." ...aaand, he's rambling.

[kinrou-nammu]

Humming, he eventually decides to go and get that towel as Ilya rambles on, looking towards him as he dries off. Good Gods he's adorable when he gets like this... and hopefully he will get to see him like this more and more. Once his hair is decently dry with the towel, he wraps it around his waist and walks RIGHT BACK UP to the mer. "...You did good, biggun. Next time however I think we should share a bath together, the tub was reeeal big, and I wanna know how cozy it is when the space is all filled." INNUENDO.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

It nearly went right over his head. "Well, that's not very effective. Besides, I barely fit in that tub by myself. Why would—oh. Oh. Logic preserve me. That—You're horrendous, you know this?"

He shook his head, trying to regain his composure as he led Kinrou back towards the main room. Sure enough, there was a new cot set up, where a Dwemer spider was fussing over the lay of the blankets. It chittered in its weird, metallic manner and hopped onto Ilya's shoulder, wriggling under the mane that was his hair like a pet.

"Like I said, you can have my bed. It's the more comfortable option." He gestured to the cot that had been there since they'd walked in. "I don't mind. I'll sleep like a rock either way."

[kinrou-nammu]

Kinrou crosses his arms as he stares up at Ilya, a very visible grumpy expression plastered right on his face now that his glasses aren't obscuring his eyes. Seems someone does NOT wish to sleep alone. "Well, I don't like the idea of sleeping all alone in a big tower I've only been in fer less than a day. Shouldn't ya be a good host and... keep me company?" He tugs at Ilya's arm after that last bit, before GRABBING onto it and batting those long eyelashes at the mer. This up close, one can see all the litany of scars that decorate Kinrou's body- pale marks of varying jaggedness. There's even a strange branching one on his back that looks like a tree.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

"I-I'll be right over there, you know..." Ilya managed, hesitant. His entire body jolted when Kinrou grabbed his arm, swallowing hard. "If I do, I'm gonna have to trust that you won't try anything else funny. I'm not that kind of guy, as I already told you."

His gaze, ever curious, snagged on the sight of the scars. He found himself fascinated, but didn't have the time (nor the comfort of mutual intimacy) to go on asking about all of them.

[kinrou-nammu]

Kinrou moves his head back, an expression of near offence written plainly on him now. Seems like the mere idea of such things makes him upset just thinking about it. "I may have been flirty and a bit forward before, but I would never do that sort of thing to a person. Worst I'll do is like, cuddle you real close. Listen, I'll even go put my clothes back on so you don't feel weird." Seems that despite the mer's horrendous flirt personality, he... knows when to stop. He has a limit.

[ilindhar-of-the-north]

Ilya nodded slowly. The Dwemer spider leapt out from under his hair and skittered off. "If you'd like. Though I will say that I don't typically sleep with a shirt on. Perhaps I should change that in this instance... Anyway. It just gets a tad too warm for me with it. So you're free to do as you please, really. As long as you're comfortable."

In reality, Ilya didn't really want to lose his tunic, as he had his own scarring to hide. It was a deliberate one, closer to a brand, and the raised skin had been inked over as well to ensure it to be even more permanent. Heat be damned, that was a bit too personal for him to reveal to a near-stranger.

"But, very well. I suppose I'll join you."

[kinrou-nammu]

He makes a small face before sighing and tapping on Ilya's arm. "...Can... can I have my bag back for a second, my sleep clothes are in there actually." Kinrou presses his cheek now onto there, strangely affectionately. There seems... to be a strange loneliness emanating from the smaller mer at this time, especially with how he stares off into practically nowhere. "You... don't have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable." He murmurs, voice barely able to be heard. "This IS your place after all, right?"