HINJAKU.

Yes, exactly. With those hides, I think we’ll be able to sleep a lot more comfortably. It’ll be really warm.

[Lifting a hand up to stroke his cheek fondly, she sighs contently.]

Anything to make you happy, dear… I’ll definitely do it.

Very warm.

[Having her resting on his lap like that is incredibly useless for him, so he makes use of this by wrapping his broad arms around the waist and hoisting her body up so that she's sat comfortably upon the chill of his lap.]

[A petite cheek kiss is given.]

Your loyalty is unending, how admirable.

Mm, it was. I like hunting in winter, but it can just be so exhausting… I managed to land us a few bears, but still…

[Rolling about, she looks up at him with a tired smile on her face.]

It’s all worth it, right?

Of course, it means food for the winter and bear hide for us both.

[He shuffles when she rolls around his lap much like that of a cat, but overall he pays no mind.]

All worth it.

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[She’s clearly very comfortable, nudging up into his hand and letting out a content sigh.] Very.

[Closing his eyes and relaxing his shoulders, he brushes his thumb accross her cheek.]

Long day hunting?

♗

♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.

[Ah yes, clearly he's fairly amused with having her head on his lap like this. Brushing her hair over her ears, he chuckles softly to himself and preens her endlessly.]

Comfortable?

#Askbox #sunlightmaiden

Nonsexual acts of Intimacy - Select from the following for my muse to respond to...

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes

♕: Holding hands

♖: Having their hair washed by your muse

♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.

♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort

♙: Sharing a bed

♚: Head scratches

♛: Sharing a dessert

♜: Shoulder rubs

♝: Reading a book together

♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)

♟: Patching up a wound

♤: Taking a bath together

♧: Your muse playing with their hair

♡: Accidentally falling asleep together

♢: Forehead or cheek kisses

♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.

♣: Back scratches

♥: Your muse crying about something

♦: Slow dancing

#Games.

I won’t, I won’t.

[Her tone jubilant, she leans against him as they walk into the dining hall, hugging his arm close to her breast briefly before she takes in the magnificence of the feast before them. The array of meats already has her mouth watering, and she takes the seat nearest to him almost immediately, reaching out to seize as many of the plates as she could and digging in.]

[As expected, she’s messy and borderline feral, wolfing down the food with a speed unheard of, her cheeks puffing out with each mouthful of food she shoveled in.]

[Making noises of approval, she tries to at least remember some of her manners by not talking with her mouth full, swallowing down yet another bunch of meat before letting out a satisfied breath.]

Absolutely marvelous! The servants really outdid themselves tonight, don’t you think?

[He appears to be only mildly perturbed by how she wolfs down the meal like a vacuum and grunts as a use of 'formal communicating' and before his eyes. The plates begin to stack and he slowly chews on his pig piece as he watches her strip the meat from the carcass.]

[And before he knows - there's nothing left for him. Only the ribs of a pig and a half eaten apple that served as decoration.]

[Swallowing his piece, he lifts his glass and takes a loooong sip before talking agaiN.]

...

Dessert?

I do suppose we have. It’s remarkable—though, I wouldn’t really expect to see me drinking blood any time soon, if I were you.

[She’s quite used to the loud hustle and bustle of the undead help, so much so that she barely even flinches when it starts up. She nods, slipping her hands up to take hold of his arm. Like a real lady would do—though, she only does it because she enjoys the feeling of holding him like this.]

Why, certainly.

Oh dear. Please don't drink my copper.

[He chuckles and gladly guides her into the next room and as expected, the dining room is golden for the both of them with a fine selection of meats stretching to each end. Clearly this makes him feel proud of his efforts as his chest flares out like that of a bird.]

[Sitting on his high throne at the rear end of the table, he takes his goblet in one hand and guzzles down the blood inside with barely a second to spare. Wiping off the trickle off his chin with his napkin, he takes his specially made cutlery and slices off a sizable chunk with it.]

[As he waves his fork around, the silverware glitters in the candlelight and he grins for all to see.]

Then let us feast.

[She ruffles at his hair happily, following it up by getting close and kissing at the corner of his mouth.]

As long as I sleep with you, you can definitely sleep easily.

Ah!

Oh, yes, yes! I’ve been wondering when we were going to really gorge ourselves. I’ve worked up quite an appetite after wrestling with that bear and those men.

Other the years we have become akin, haven't we? It's marvelous.

[He chuckles softly and with his neck erect like that of a crane, he slaps both of his hands together and sends the kerfuffle of feet and rotting toes in the dining room to rumble like a great thunder but as soon as it begins it's other with a nice scent of fresh meat and gravy carried on the bitter wind.]

Come and join me in the dining room, won't you?

Oh, goodness, never.

How could I suplex someone so sweet, after all? Well, sweet to me, anyway…

[Giggling, she reaches up to mirror his action.]

You don’t ever have to worry about that. I don’t have any reason to want to do that to you.

[Obediently, he leans down for her and lets her ruffle his hair.]

Good. Such thoughts could make me sleep uneasy.

...

Also, I believe we are due for a feast?

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…. Not now?

Oh, well, I mean…

Back when we first met and couldn’t stand each other, I might’ve. Not now, though.

Oh yes back then.

I thought you meant that as in you were planning to suplex me in my sleep.

[He chuckles softly and reaches forward to ruffle at her hair.]

I was honestly worried there for a second.

... you don't think they'll grow even a little bit...?

[He seems crestfallen at this; if he was going to be a vampire, he sort of hoped that he could at least be somewhat intimidating. Apparently, that wasn’t in the cards for him. He mopes about this somewhat—until the topic changes.]

... well, it might... not be a good idea to do anything extravagant. Even if my blood has made you feel better, perhaps we should rest a bit more... perhaps stay home today.

Maybe a little if you continue to drink fresh blood. But I like your petite fangs, so keep that in mind.

[Ruffling his hair, he's quick to relax again in the grip. Arms return to wrap around him and squeeze as he nuzzles into the cushion that he rests upon.]

Good idea. But if you get hungry, tell me.

... not necessarily.

[He lets out a soft noise at his cheeks being squished. Blinking several times, he wonders why he’s staring at him so hard—had he done something wrong, or was there something on his face?]

Ah--?

[Drool pools down his chin as his lips are pulled at, nubby fangs standing out. He squirms a little, making soft whines and whimpers.]

W-Well... p-perhaps they are still... growing?

I doubt it.

[He rubs against the tooth before retreating with a smile on his face. Obviously amused with his sounds and the excess salivation, he muses.]

So Jojo, what do you wish to do today?

[He doesn’t move to push his hands away—he merely allows him to cup his face in his hands, eyes only opening a crack. He’s docile, non-confrontational, and about as prickly as a fluffed-up cat.]

[The affection he shows is confusing—well. Not exactly “confusing,” more along the lines of befuddling. But he doesn’t stop him from leaning in for a kiss—it’s legitimately the one thing that brings color to his cheeks as he lets his head rest on the pillow.]

... you've grown quite attached to me.

#gentlemanstears #Baby teeth.

That's not exactly a bad thing, is it?

[Again, he curiously squishes his claws against his cheeks as he appears to be amused by the blush as it is such a foreign concept to him. The undead blushing? Nonsense, well, it would be to him anyway.]

[Deciding to show off more of his childish nature, he presses underneath his lip and tugs him to a force smile with the use of his nail as he chuckles under his breath.]

Your vampire teeth are so small, Jojo.

[He shuts his eyes once more, fangs sinking into his lip as he tries blocking out the odd sensation. Whatever little humanity he had left in him was being drained so easily… and he couldn’t do anything to stop it. He could, perhaps, but what on earth would that accomplish? He’s tried fighting. He’s tried everything—but admitting defeat was something that was more painful, more humiliating to him than death.]

[Even if that was what his life… his unlife has come to. Even if he hasn’t admitted defeat, he knows that that is what this is. Complete and utter failure.]

[He doesn’t even fight him off when he snuggles close. Instead, he sighs and sinks into his grip.]

... mhn...

[Closing his eyes and relaxing instantaneously, he sluggishly laps the traces of blood from his lips as he raises his hands to cup at Jonathan's cheeks that to his joy still had the fatness to them.]

[Eyes opening, his thumbs rub and his gazes at him with red, inhuman orbs. Breathing cold air as he coos a sickening song, he leans forward to press a chilly kiss against the bridge of his nose as his bare legs tangle with the other's.]

Mine.

... I was attempting to forget about it, but now that you bring it up... I suppose that makes sense. I had told you not to overexert yourself, knowing that something such as this might happen, but--

[He lets out a yelp, initially trying to struggle—but inevitably being unable to, not with the quilts bound around him like that. Squeezing his eyes shut, he expects to be bitten into without restraint; and yet, the bite he does receive is… surprisingly tender. Enough so that he opens his eyes to glance down at him, gulping shallowly as he’s drained.]

[Of course, it isn’t meant to last, with his state. The fingers settling on his hips and the veins worming under his skin shouldn’t have come as a surprise to him—and yet, they did, forcing a quiet gasp out of him.]

... please do. Those sorts of environments are quite uncomfortable for me...

Understandable.

[He grumbles to himself and flashes his fangs during a yawn and the more he drinks, the less groggy he appear. Stress winkles fade and the blackness under his eyes become a a chilled fog.]

[Filled with his blood, he pops his fingers out of the holes and rubs his pads over the wounds to aid with the healing. But even if he is up to full health, he doesn't plan on leaving Jojo anytime soon.]

[So he snuggles up close to him.]

[He stares.]

Dio, since when have you ever been tired?

Since the activities I participated in yesterday. You know, when I started chasing and laughing with the virgin women like an average bloke without vampirism. You watched me the entire time in my drunken stupor whispering "stop, dio" under your breath like an embarrassed child.

[Muffling something unintelligible, he grabs him by the hand and forces him under the quilts with him. And if his brother wanted to leave? Too bad, they are already wrapped tightly in lavish quilts with no possible escape and before one could argue, his jaws are already around his neck like an animal going for the jugular.]

[But despite this display, he's oddly gentle as his fangs timidly peck at the buttery flesh and make small pin sized wounds to drink from. His tongue laps up the syrup and he is't afraid to drool all over him as he does so but sadly all things must come to an end as the wounds close up because surely his vampirism is against his side.]

[So he shrinks further down with his arms now wrapped against him, lubricated fingers slip under the fine skin of his hips and tickle at his insides, veins quickly appear as he drinks the life away from his kin.]

I hope you know that I'm locking you in the bedroom the next time I have a house party, Jojo.