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* pressé de désespoir, mes yeux flambants je dresse ——

[simioso]

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—— #SIMIOSO.  TO THE ABYSS.  by rowan ( 30+, he/they) . SIMON from CLAIR OBSCUR: EXPEDITION 33. independent  and  selective. canon-compliant but heavily headcanon influenced. —— carrd temp. linking to other blog: RULES. DOSSIER. MEMES.

:: extremely ANTI-AI. DNI if you use generative AI in any capacity. ( graphics, writing, art, etc. )

:: this blog was moved from a sideblog so forgive some dust. LOW ACTIVITY.

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quick portrayal notes under cut !

while i do ship him with clea and consider it to be canon, i won't assume or auto-ship. also more than open to other ships! i ship him good with verso, ocs, expedition zero folks. post-abyss shipping is harder and will need a lot of plotting or a repainted au.

verses: out-of-canvas parisian, pre-fracture, post-fracture during expedition zero, post-abyss.

he's a fisherman's son to a single father, an only child. he's very sturdy, dependable, and well-regarded.

he's 6'4" pre-abyss. 6'10" post-repainting.

[paintedxghost]

"Simon, my dear." Verso smiled brightly, as if he hadn't kicked off the small panic he saw creeping into the larger man's eyes. "If something were on fire, do you really think I would be standing here, calm as day? Me?"

There was no stopping Simon from heading to the kitchen, certainly not while Verso was so precariously balanced. He only stumbled a little when the bigger man pulled away, and dutifully followed afterward. "I suppose you could say there's soup on the ceiling. And... Also probably the roof." Verso clasped his hands together behind him, wondering how he was going to broach this topic to his sister.

Having Maelle repaint the roof was going to be the simplest way to deal with his new pressure-cooker-installed skylight.

[simioso]

Simon doesn't swear often. It's not so much that he's got any kind of moral reason not to, and it's not really a matter of propriety; he just doesn't and never has.

However, when he walks in and sees —— god, how does he even describe it? There's a pot lid wedged halfway into the ceiling, and the whole place looks like a bomb of some variety quite literally went off, and he just stares, and utters an almost impressed, " Bordel de merde," under his breath, the words containing the faintest whisper of awe.

There's a surprisingly intact tomato slice cheerfully plapped into a cabinet, and he reaches over to flick it down and watches it plop to the floor. " Well, " he says at last, measured, though there's still a certain amount of wonder, because holy shit, " I suppose this means we'll be going out. " A beat of silence as he stares up at the cooling lid, the hole, the —— everything. " Verso. " Another beat. " How? "

[dessendreapologist]

preabyss simon !

[paintedxghost]

The suddenness of that denial seemed to have startled Verso. His eyes widened, and he tilted his head to the side. His expression softened as Simon gave him a heartfelt response that felt completely out of sync with the situation Verso had walked in here to bring attention to.

"Well..." He said, placing a hand over Simon's and squeezing it. "I do appreciate that." Verso then reached out and cupped Simon's cheek. "I think you're being a little understated in how often I hurt that pretty head of yours." Now both hands were cradling Simon's face, and Verso was teetering on his tiptoes in order to maintain this position. "Especially when I really am going to cause you an enormous headache.

"I do need to emphasize, however, that I am working on it." Verso paused to give that a little weight. "But... I was... attempting to make dinner. Be a proper host. I think I may have used the pressure cooker incorrectly."

[simioso]

Oh. He barely has time to be relieved that it wasn't something more serious when the implications of what, precisely, that means registers in full, and a quick look snaps towards the doorway to the kitchen — there's brief and vivid images in his mind of a veritable bomb of slow-cooked chicken, but he hasn't heard any explosions, so it can't be that bad, right?

He blinks, taking only a moment to catch up — the warmth of fingers on his face, gentle and sweet, the little compliment, the warning? Ah, but that ticks a little alarm bell and sends it buzzing in the back of his mind, and brows raise.

" Uh, " he begins, slowly turning over that statement in his mind. " —— how incorrectly are we talking? " A pause, and he's only halfway joking when he adds: " Soup on the ceiling kind of incorrectly? Should we be evacuating the flat kind of incorrectly? " It's kind of a tease, but then he can't help himself and starts towards the kitchen, because if he's going to get a headache he's going to see it for himself. " Nothing's on fire, is it? "

[simioso]

@cleamaesta - cont.

Simon is, fortunately, not so sensitive as to take offense to the misinterpretation; he blinks, reaches a hand back to rub the back of his neck, and re-considers the little figure. " Right, the Eiffel Tower, " he says, having to take a moment to put that into perspective. " It was going to be a dog, but it seems to have evolved. "

He exhales a little laugh, turning a sideways look to her as he fishes a couple of the scrap pieces out of his pocket; there's a couple narrow slivers of wood, and he thoughtfully pinches them together and props them atop the poor once-dog's head. " Perhaps if it were taller it would get the idea across more, non? "

[poetiquemotif]

Simon had pressed him down and Verso knows that he's in trouble with the larger man. He doesn't really raise his voice, nor is he harsh or pushy - but the frustration in his voice is so much worse than had he just yelled at Verso. "Ah it's fine - I'm-" he bites his tongue, bites down on the word because if he lets it slip Simon won't be forgiving about it. Even if he does view himself as expendable sometimes. Verso smiles weakly, a grimace pulling his lips down as Simon wrings out a cloth. "Ah I knew you'd show up. I had faith in you, you're the best Si."

[simioso]

" Bleeding, " Simon provides, the word clipped. " You're bleeding, is what you are. "

The trouble is — god, he's frustrated as he cleans the wound, touch gentle despite his size and aggravation — is that he knows he doesn't have any real right to be upset. Verso's grown, he's as strong a fighter as any of them are out here, and he's proven himself again and again. It was a fight Simon himself likely would have stepped into unaided, and while Simon's certainly the more skilled in a fight between the two, that gap is narrowing with all the forced practical experience out here.

Still: that protective need of his has roared into being out here, fierce and unrelenting. So much it burns. He wants nothing more than to end all this so they can all go home ——

His thoughts are running away from him, and it's with a snap back to the present that he realizes the wound's as clean as it's going to get. ( Has it stopped bleeding already? The thought tumbles messily but doesn't stick. )

" Hold this on it, " he instructs as he holds a bandage there, words still short, and when it's in place he moves to find a wrap to keep it in place. " It's not just about that. Wounds out here —— if they go sour, it's not as though we have a physician's office, or proper medicine, or —— " Dark brows draw down, furrowed deep. " We have to be careful. "

[simioso]

"I know I'm a headache but I'm working on it." @paintedxghost / dancing with the devil

Simon's first instinct, of course, is to protest: " You're not, though. " The words, immediate, are almost an impulsive thing —— which, for better or worse, has been a change over the way he was once so measured and cautious and deliberate in every spoken word. That changed more and more around Expedition Zero, and it seems whatever gave him such boldness has stuck beyond the Abyss.

But, too: the words aren't quite the truth. Their new lives are so terribly complex, trauma baked into them all like some fundamental part of their souls had carved there. Simon hides his well enough, saved for dark nights and sleepless hours and shadows that are deeper than the endless seas; Verso's are more plain, at least to him, and it's equal parts frustrating and heart-rending that he has no easy answers.

And so: he exhales, not quite a sigh but almost. " Maybe a little bit of one, " he allows, the corner of his mouth turning in an almost-smile, an almost-apology for the admittance. Almost. " But I've had worse than headaches. " A strong hand squeezes Verso's shoulder, firm, and he allows, a little more wry: " Some caused by you, in fact. And long before where we are now. If you ever stop giving me headaches, maybe that's when I'll worry. "

[justabeatingheart]

DANCING WITH THE DEVIL...THE ART OF STARTING OVER ( sentence starters from the seventh studio album by demi lovato )

ANYONE

"I tried and tried and tried some more."

"Tired of empty conversation 'cause no one hears me anymore."

"Nobody's listening to me."

"I talk to shooting stars, but they always get it wrong."

"I think I cried too many times."

"I just need some more affection, anything to get me by."

DANCING WITH THE DEVIL

"I've been good, don't I deserve it?"

"I think I earned it, feels like it's worth it in my mind."

"I told you I was okay, but I was lying."

"I keep praying I don't reach the end of my lifetime."

"I thought that I could walk away easily."

ICU (MADISON'S LULLABYE)

"I didn't want those innocent eyes to watch me fall from grace."

"You're always here with me."

"I promise I'll be there, don't worry."

"Sometimes I see myself in the little things you do."

"I'm not afraid you'll lose your way 'cause I believe in you."

THE ART OF STARTING OVER

"I'm rewriting another ending, it didn't turn out the way that I wanted."

"I guess I'm mastering the art of starting over."

"New beginnings can be lonely."

"Thank God I got me to hold me."

"He was the cure, I was ready to be sure."

LONELY PEOPLE

"I'm alone, but I'm alive."

"Only thing I'm not is sorry."

"All that love is, is a means to an end."

"Truth is we all die alone."

THE WAY YOU DON'T LOOK AT ME

"I've been to hell and back, but this isn't that."

"You don't think I see the way you don't look at me."

"I'm so scared if I undress that you won't love me after."

MELON CAKE

"There was a time I was livin' as a prisoner inside my own mind."

"I had too much of my fill and turns out, it wasn't cheap."

"People always hung around who only want it skin-deep."

"Finally get to do things my way."

"There was a time I was pulled in all directions and forgot about mine."

"I wouldn't wish those thoughts on my worst enemy."

MET HIM LAST NIGHT

"I don't believe in you."

"I think I love him, though I know it ain't right."

"You got me fucked up, I won't let this happen again."

"This is the last time, you won't take advantage of my innocence."

"You were my only vice, I never feel this way."

"No one ever thought I'd be the one to fall."

"I promise tonight is the last call."

WHAT OTHER PEOPLE SAY

"Thought when I grew up, I would be the same as the one's who gave me my last name."

"I'm livin' the life that I said I wouldn't and I wanna go back."

"Now I'm all fucked up and my heart's changed."

CAREFULLY

"My insecurities don't take vacations."

"If you think you can handle me, please handle me carefully."

"I could be your favorite dream."

"Baby, nobody can love you like I do."

"I know you wanna come and lay with me, fall asleep right next to me."

"Since I met you, I ain't runnin' from nothing."

"You could be just exactly what I need."

"Forever doesn't seem long enough anymore."

THE KIND OF LOVER I AM

"I might not believe in monogamy."

"The moment I fall, that's it for me."

"You can safely put your heart in my hands."

EASY

"I'll tell you not to worry, to make sure that you believe in me."

"The hardest part of leaving is to make it look so easy."

"I'm smiling just in case you see."

"I hope you'll forgive me even though I'm not apologizing."

15 MINUTES

"Always puttin' you first, could've been your future."

"But you didn't even care about me like that."

"I know I'm a headache but I'm working on it."

"It should be an honor I even had the time to bother."

"This is where the sand in the hourglass ends."

MY GIRLFRIENDS ARE MY BOYFRIENDS

"'Til forever do us part, yeah, we'll be partying together."

"I don't have to impress, don't even have to wear less."

CALIFORNIA SOBER

"It didn't work, I'm tryin' something different."

"Happiness it used to be fleeting."

"History was always repeating, not anymore."

"It doesn't have to mean the growin' part is over."

"Used to live in fear of always slipping."

"Living for perfection isn't living."

BUTTERFLY

"You were always like a bye I wasn't ready for."

"I figured this was something I deal with my whole life."

"Forgiveness is the hardest truth, it's something that you have to choose."

"I'm growin' into who I'm meant to be."

"You were never really graceful, now you're just what you're supposed to be."

GOOD PLACE

"I've been called an emotional disaster. By myself and by so many others after."

"I had trials and tribulations mastered."

"Now I'm in a good place, took a while to feel this way."

SUNSET

"If I lost you, it'd be the end of me."

"Long as I got you, you got me."

"Don't let the sun set on our love."

"Thinkin' Heaven must be real from the way you make me feel."

"What would be life without you by my side?"

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM DEAD POETS SOCIETY *  assorted dialogue from the 1989 film, adjust as necessary

show me the heart unfettered by foolish dreams and i'll show you a happy man.

there's a time for daring and there's a time for caution, and a wise man understands which is called for.

i went to the woods because i wanted to live deliberately. i wanted to live deep and such out all the marrow of life.

we don't read and write poetry because it's cute.

the human race is filled with passion.

what will your verse be?

no matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world.

you must strive to find your own voice.

the longer you wait to begin, the less likely you are to find it at all.

o captain! my captain!

sit down! do you hear me? sit down! this is your final warning!

sit down! i want you seated!

close your eyes. describe what you see.

forget them!

don't you forget this.

for the first time in my whole life, i know what i wanna do.

they're not that different from you, are they?

the world is their oyster.

they believe they're destined for great things, just like many of you.

if you listen real close, you can hear them whisper their legacy to you.

carpe diem. seize the day. make your life extraordinary.

what's going on?

is today your birthday? happy birthday!

what'd you get?

my parents gave me this.

they gave me the same thing as last year.

maybe they thought you needed another one.

you can feel it.

why do i stand up here? anybody?

we must constantly look at things in a different way.

sucking the marrow out of life doesn't mean choking on the bone.

now we all have a great need for acceptance, but you must trust that your beliefs are unique, your own, even though others may think them odd or unpopular.

what are the four pillars?

we're not laughing at you. we're laughing near you.

i was good. i was really good.

i just talked to my father.

i can't talk to him this way.

you have to show him who you are, what your heart is!

he'll tell me that acting's a whim and i should forget it.

they're counting on me.

isn't there an easier way?

i'm trapped.

i always thought the idea of education was to learn to think for yourself.

if i don't ask him, at least i won't be disobeying him.

i'll try anything once.

we're just trying very hard to understand why it is that you insist on defying us.

stop it! don't be so dramatic!

i've got to tell you what i feel!

we've been so worried about you!

time to inherit the earth.

it's a tragedy. a girl this beautiful in love with such a jerk.

all the good ones go for jerks. you know that.

i've only met her once, and already she's thinking about me.

tell me why they swoon!

you can't be in here. if they catch you, we're both gonna be in big trouble.

come with me.

they made everybody sign it.

i do believe you.

[poetiquemotif]

They were seeking out survivors, trying to find people from the fracture - whatever the disaster was and Verso knew they weren't gonna find anyone. Truthfully, he was certain they all did - at the very least he and Simon did. But they kept up the pretense, hoping that they find someone. It's the only way to keep themselves going, busy hands to keep from thinking about the fallout, at least at first.

Verso is leaned against a rock beside Simon, trying hard to keep his mind on track - though it races - it feels like something is wrong, somewhere deep in his chest and Verso just can't quite put his finger on what's wrong. But it's easy now, in the quiet of the camp, to watch Simon work, blue eyes watch raptly as Simon carves, hands deft. Verso offers him a soft smile, gentle as he runs a hand through his dark hair. It needs to be tied back, but for now he's forgone it to let dark curls fall around his face.

"Hah, I'm nothing special. There's a dime a dozen of me down Montmartre way." Secretly - though he doubts himself more than he lets on, confidence normally oozing from him - he takes a bit of pleasure in the compliment. Though he doesn't necessarily agree. "But yes, I suppose I understand what you mean, our uniqueness. It's the things that help weave together a song, the notes; the chorus." Verso's fingers dance lightly against his leg, notes bounce in his head, slowly filling in for Simon, a song he hasn't quite pieced together yet. Simon furrows his dark brows and Verso tips his head, curious.

He furrows his brows as well, something is very wrong suddenly and he itches to press his hand to his chest before Simon bumps his shoulder against Verso's. He blinks a little before he offers a soft smile at Simon. "Ooh, an otter. I love watching them swim. Though-" he pauses, a look of consideration on his face before he grins, "-bears are pretty adorable. They look grumpy, but I've read they're quite soft actually."

[simioso]

These little toys he makes are simple, uncomplicated. He has strong hands, steady hands, and he's patient; it's a way to pass time, especially out here where he didn't bring books or anything else to occupy spare moments outside of his nightly record of the day in his journal and cleaning equipment. But he's getting better at it; his first ones were blocky and uneven, but this one is actually looking more and more like an actual animal.

Back home, he gave them to the children — here, there's no kids, and so the ones he's dissatisfied with get left behind, and the few that pass his approval get stowed inside his pack. There aren't many.

" There are dozens of you on Montemarte way? " Dark eyes slide over to meet Verso's pale ones, widening just enough. " Merde. Thank you for the warning. One of you is quite enough. " There's a tease, certainly, but there's no bite to his words; it's fond, and deeply so, and shadowed with a little smile. It's no secret that Simon's loyalties run deep, but even more profound are his appreciations. But, too: it's no secret that Verso is a handful ( and a handful he quite likes to keep his hands on ).

He hums a low agreement, and inspects the creature in his palm. It's crude, still, but after Verso's observation, he decides one way or the other. He doesn't say which direction he falls. " Soft, perhaps. But they also have claws longer than your finger. " He grins, just a little; it's fleeting.

" Have I shown you? Papa has a jar of them, from before my family came from overseas. He showed me when I was little. I couldn't imagine hunting something then that could kill you just with a swipe of the claws. " A pause as he sobers, considering — a brief sweep of his gaze goes outward, towards the borders of the camp, and then falls back towards the little half-finished creature. " Now, a bear hardly seems frightening at all. "

[simioso]

i want to fall asleep like this. ((my hand slipped-

suggestive starters / @paintedxghost

And Simon gives a low, agreeable hum deep in his throat, his palm sliding up Verso's back to settle right at the back of his neck. " You're allowed, " he muses, voice low and quiet; it's a rare reprieve from everything here, tangled together still. There's a night chill seeping in from the cracked window, but it's only pleasant counterbalance to this.

( Besides, he may pride himself just a little on being able to soundly wear the both of them out most enthusiastically. )

He massages fingers into muscle at Verso's shoulder with a firm but not overwhelming touch, words murmured half into his hair. " Perhaps that was just my insidious plan all along. To lure you into actually resting. "

[zachrp]

ᝰ🚬 𝚉𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙿 .ᐟ RANDOM SUGGESTIVE DIALOGUE + ACTION PROMPTS. CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SOME MATURE THEMES MAY BE PRESENT. SEND "REVERSE" TO SWITCH THE ROLES OF SENDER AND RECEIVER.

DIALOGUE

come here, i just want you closer.

don't rush. i want to feel this.

you feel so good inside me.

i've been thinking about this all day.

tell me what you want.

you drive me absolutely insane.

i love it when you look at me like that.

don't stop, please.

i need you right here.

you're doing that on purpose, aren't you?

i can't stop touching you.

you feel perfect like this.

stay with me tonight.

i want all of you.

you make it hard to think straight.

look at me. keep your eyes on me.

i love the sounds you make.

you're being dangerous right now.

i missed you.. missed this part of you, too.

let me take my time with you.

you're warm. you're real.

i don't want this to end yet.

come closer. closer than that.

you feel like home.

don't tease me unless you mean it.

i like it when you lose control like this.

you're everything i want right now.

you're breathtaking when you're like this.

stay still, let me.

i love how responsive you are.

you're making this very difficult for me.

you don't know what you do to me.

say my name again.

can i come inside? please..

you feel even better than i imagined.

i want to hear you.

you're intoxicating.

i could touch you forever.

don't hide from me.

you're mine tonight.

you look incredible like this.

i love being this close to you.

you're shaking, i've got you.

you taste amazing.

i want you exactly like this.

i'm not letting you go yet.

you're taking me so well.

tell me if this feels good.

i love how soft you are.

breathe, you're doing so well.

i can feel your heartbeat.

i want to make you melt.

you're so beautiful it hurts.

stay right there.

i love when you get needy.

you don't have to be quiet with me.

you feel incredible under my hands.

i've wanted this longer than i'll admit.

you're all i can think about.

i want to savor you.

let me show you how much i want you.

you're making me weak.

i love being tangled up with you.

don't pull away.

i could get addicted to this.

you feel even better pressed against me.

you're driving me absolutely feral.

stay. just like that.

i love how you react to me.

i want to make you feel good.

you're mine in this moment.

you feel so right.

let me kiss you again.

you're intoxicating this close.

i love your hands on me.

you're impossible to resist.

don't stop touching me.

i love when you pull me closer.

you make me feel wanted.

i could stay like this forever.

you're everything i need right now.

i want to hear you come.

you're so warm.

let me take care of you.

i love when you relax into me.

you feel incredible against me.

i'm not done with you yet.

you're making this very tempting.

open up for me..

you're perfect right here.

i want you to remember this.

you're all mine tonight.

i love when you lean into me.

you make me ache.

don't hold back with me.

you feel amazing when you're like this.

i want to feel every part of you.

you're driving me crazy.

i love how close we are.

i don't want to stop touching you.

you're exactly where you belong.

let me feel you breathe.

you're making me lose focus.

stay with me a little longer.

you're everything i want right now.

i want you slow.

you feel incredible wrapped around me.

you're so responsive.

don't rush this.

i love when you look at me like that.

you make this feel so easy.

i want you close when you fall asleep.

you're intoxicating like this.

i love your warmth.

stay right here with me.

you make me feel wanted.

i want you to feel how much i want you.

don't go yet.

you're making me want more.

i love being like this with you.

you're everything in this moment.

let me hold you.

you feel so good against me.

i want to remember this.

you're breathtaking this close.

stay tangled up with me.

i love how you fit with me.

you're making me soft.

i want to stay right here.

don't stop touching me like that.

you're incredible.

i love how needy you get.

you feel perfect right now.

let me keep you here.

you're everything i want.

i want to make this last.

you're making me melt.

stay close.

i love your closeness.

you're intoxicating.

don't move.

i want you exactly like this.

you make me feel alive.

i love being wrapped up with you.

you're so easy to love like this.

you're everything to me right now.

i don't want to rush this moment.

you feel so right.

i want to fall asleep like this.

you're mine tonight.

ACTIONS

( fingers ) : for SENDER to lace their fingers with RECEIVER'S.

( lean ) : for SENDER to lean in until their breaths mingle.

( trail ) : for SENDER to trail their fingertips along RECEIVER'S arm.

( slow ) : for SENDER to press a slow kiss to RECEIVER'S mouth.

( waist ) : for SENDER to pull RECEIVER closer by the waist.

( body ) : for SENDER to press their body against RECEIVER'S.

( neck ) : for SENDER to nuzzle into RECEIVER'S neck.

( murmur ) : for SENDER to murmur softly against RECEIVER'S skin.

( cradle ) : for SENDER to cradle RECEIVER'S face in their hands.

( linger ) : for SENDER to linger close without speaking.

( back ) : for SENDER to stroke RECEIVER'S back slowly.

( firmly ) : for SENDER to hold RECEIVER'S firmly in their arms.

( guide ) : for SENDER to guide RECEIVER'S to their lap by the hips.

( forehead ) : for SENDER to rest their forehead against RECEIVER'S.

( sigh ) : for SENDER to sigh softly against RECEIVER'S mouth.

( cup ) : for SENDER to cup RECEIVER'S cheek gently.

( jaw ) : for SENDER to trail kisses along RECEIVER'S jawline.

( arms ) : for SENDER to wrap their arms around RECEIVER.

( tug ) : for SENDER to tug RECEIVER closer by their clothing.

( temple ) : for SENDER to press a kiss to RECEIVER'S temple.

( skin ) : for SENDER to linger with their lips against RECEIVER'S skin.

( chest ) : for SENDER to hold RECEIVER close against their chest.

( thumb ) : for SENDER to brush their thumb over RECEIVER'S lips.

( deep ) : for SENDER to kiss RECEIVER slowly and deeply.

( nudge ) : for SENDER to nudge RECEIVER closer with their knee.

( curl ) : for SENDER to curl around RECEIVER protectively.

( rest ) : for SENDER to rest their hand at RECEIVER'S lower back.

( lap ) : for SENDER to pull RECEIVER into their lap.

( collar ) : for SENDER to kiss along RECEIVER'S collarbone.

( hips ) : for SENDER to hold RECEIVER'S hips firmly.

( hair ) : for SENDER to brush hair away from RECEIVER'S face.

( press ) : for SENDER to press slow kisses along RECEIVER'S neck.

( nuzzle ) : for SENDER to nuzzle closer, seeking warmth.

( stroke ) : for SENDER to stroke RECEIVER'S thigh absently.

( still ) : for SENDER to hold RECEIVER still beneath their hands.

( kiss ) : for SENDER to kiss RECEIVER'S until they both breathless.

( trace ) : for SENDER to trace small circles on RECEIVER'S skin.

( heart ) : for SENDER to rest their hand over RECEIVER'S heart.

( brush ) : for SENDER to brush their nose against RECEIVER'S.

( wrap ) : for SENDER to wrap their legs around RECEIVER.

( hold ) : for SENDER to hold RECEIVER after climaxing.

( savor ) : for SENDER to kiss RECEIVER slowly, savoring it.

( cuddle ) : for SENDER to pull RECEIVER into a tight cuddle.

( cheek ) : for SENDER to rest their cheek against RECEIVER'S shoulder.

( pull ) : for SENDER to pull RECEIVER closer until there's no space left.

[simioso]

i'm at a water park today and omg all i can think of is simon having the time of his life but also his hair being an actual hazard to everyone around him

[paintedxghost]

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cribbed from Great Expectations by Charles Dickens

"If I... or well, I guess if he," Verso plucked at the short grass next to him as he huffed. "Could have settled down. If either of us had settled down and been but half as fond of painting as I- he-" He growled in frustration. "-We had when he was little, I know it would have been much better for me.

"The family would have wanted for nothing, then. I might have even grown to take company with you, and we might have sat on this very bank on a fine Sunday, quite different people."

[simioso]

He sympathizes, he does, and most the time he tries to avoid going down the paths of what ifs; their world and situation is complex, and he doesn't have answers. But now, here, as they lay here in the shorn summer grass with the water trickling and the summer locusts buzzing and the shade from a thick and brilliantly beautiful golden-leaved tree shielding them from the sun, it feels like a place for some philosophical contemplation.

He lets himself loll back, the grass prickly even through his loose light shirt. " But if we were such different people, would we have been here at all? " He wonders, sometimes, who the Simon was on the other side; he exists, or existed, and that much he knows. But he wonders —— " Maybe the you and I who are here and now would never have met, or never gotten along, or never had reason to be if things had been different. " He glances over, studying the man's profile. " Would you, or he, have ever been content just doing what you were told? I think you would have a mess of other regrets. "

[simioso]

“you have a habit of appearing at interesting moments.”

@peindrenoir

" If we keep running into each other at interesting moments, wouldn't it stand to reason that the same could be said of yourself? " The words come swift, just a little shy of breathless — he's come here swiftly, attention riveted to the skyline.

It's less guarded than he normally is, to be certain — the situation at hand certainly robs him of his usual carefully cultivated reservation and caution — but there's a rawness, too. There's a tension that's almost palpable in the air, a sensation that's almost like a coiled spring waiting to burst. He can feel it; the stone underfoot seems to shiver in the aftermath of the rumble that shook the entire city, caused some buildings to crack and the water to crest in the harbor.

" Was that an earthquake? " A twist of unease fills his belly; why does he feel like it's not over? A shred of incredulity slips into his words, and even then he slips an uneasy glance over his shoulder. There's so many people here —— " Do you think it's over? "

[simioso]

#SIMIOSO. the sword of lumiere. a prv. & ind. SIMON from sandfall interactive's clair obscur: expedition 33. wielded by rowan ( he / they, 30+ ).

[paintedxghost]

@simioso (♪)

Before the Expedition, Verso hadn't known a person could feel this tired. Muscles he didn't know could get sore were screaming at him. Today had been a particularly strenuous day of free climbing up sheer cliff faces, or trekking long distances around them when that proved impossible.

So when Simon approached, Verso stared at him with slightly unfocused eyes. At least, right up until a cup was plonked down in front of him.

"Thanks," he said as he picked up the drink that barely qualified for tea. Fighting through a yawn, he asked, "Where the devil did you manage to find alcohol?"

[simioso]

It's a new kind of exhaustion, certainly. Simon's fortunate in that he had some experience in this kind of physical exertion before, but even so — survival in this way is a whole new animal, and it shows on them all. Even he looks rough, and he often hides his exhaustion well; a ghost of scruff on normally clean-shaven jaw, shadows set in his eyes.

" You're asking me to give away my secrets, " he says with a tut of his tongue. " Though I suppose if it's almost all gone, then there's not many secret to be had. It's some of the last I brought with me. " Small comforts, and it's only enough to warm the bones anyway. " It seemed like as good a night as any. Though I don't think any of us will have trouble sleeping tonight. "