#ourguard

[odditymuse]

cole casidy ꒰ @ourguard꒱ sent : ⤷ 🎲 a kiss while one or both parties are crying

The dampness around dark eyes had yet to settle away, even long after the fight was over and done with. Hanzo couldn't even register the fact the wetness was there for him, considering how long it had been since he'd allowed himself such a visceral emotion as sadness. At least to the extent it physically began to show itself in his body language. Formed in tears that had yet to spill because even now he was so opposed to letting that happen in front of someone else. Even if it was just Cassidy. Cassidy -- who he had almost just lost to those damned bandits they'd been going after. A miscalculation on Hanzo's part, and look at what it had almost cost him. . . Hands were on tanned cheeks, holding carefully while the other man tried to groan out a sense of being fine. Hanzo knew he would chalk this up to nothing serious. Leaning in to their foreheads met, the archer didn't think when bringing their lips together. He needed to shut Cassidy up and he needed to. . . to feel him. To know he was still there. In one piece and alright. It didn't last, but every emotion he felt was put into that simple press before he was pulling back. "You speak too much for someone who nearly died today, cowman. . ."

[odditymuse]

gale dekarios ꒰ @ourguard꒱ sent : ⤷ 🎲 WILDCARD! a kiss to a scar, birthmark, injury or other marking

The camp was as quiet as it could be, when they had a gaggle of misfits like their own around. Quieter at least, thanks to Astarion currently being holed up in Gale's tent instead of his own. Further from the main area, the hustle and bustle. A place for calm. a place for them. Whatever it is they were, really. It was clear Astarion hated labels. . . Still, Gale allowed him this. Allowed him closeness with another. Allowed the vampires lips to trail across his tanned skin like it was second nature. All up until cold, wet grazes landed just in the center of that orb just low enough to almost be scandalous. Rested there curiously as he listened to a heartbeat. Smelled the blood under that skin. Blood he knew now was far more appetizing by scent, for some strange reason. "You still don't talk much about this, you know. Makes a man all the more curious." In reference to what could be disguised as a very intricate tattooing along Gale's chest.

[odditymuse]

"Naw, you're wearin' it wrong. Here. Like this." Cassidy won't pretend it's not an excuse to step further into the archer's space. That the folding and smoothing of fabric isn't a way to soothe himself of his own worries. The elder Shimada is an expert, he's been running for just about as long as Cole himself and fighting just the same. He'd keep his worry to himself. Though he has a hunch Hanzo knows what he's up to.

"There. " His hands find his hips and Cassidy hums as he slides a gaze dooooown the length of Hanzo and right back up, meeting the archer's eyes from beneath the brim of his hat. "Now don't you look good. Suits ya." An awkward clearing of this throat has him reaching one hand out, lightly tugging the poncho fabric around Hanzo's neck. "Make sure to take care of it, I only got so many of 'em."

Hanzo was well aware of what this was. An excuse above anything else. After all, while ponchos weren't exactly his style at the end of the day, he wasn't lacking knowledge in how to drape one over himself. No, what Cassidy wanted, and perhaps needed in that moment, was to be within touching distance. To be allowed to fiddle with the thick material while Hanzo silently allowed him. Watched him all the same as it happened. Hands settled away once the job was done, and eyes make a telling sweep of his form. Their height difference wasn't much, but it was enough that the archer still had to tip his head just slightly to meet those dazzling eyes with his own. "So you don't own many of these? What kind of cowman are you, then?" It was. . . a joke, surprisingly. Lighthearted in a way Hanzo had found himself allowing around the other man lately.

[niitoryuu]

@ourguard sent: " your hands are freezing " / sanji @ zoro 👀

hands that had been resting on his face lingered with a gentle weight, shaping his delicate grace, thumbs lightly caressing his cheeks. zoro gives him a look of ‘ you can't be serious’ , one eyebrow rising in a defiant tone, as this phrase was usually said by him. his hands run down in search of sanji's, fingers intertwining as he pulls their hands, now joined, into his jacket pocket, tugging him closer.

" you're too sensitive " he grumbles, but by force of habit, you could see he was clearly enjoying himself " we've got time. are you going to let me freeze , cook ? "