TDM 04

[goldmods]

【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.

Due to a high volume of check-ins, temporary accommodations have been made on our brand new beachfront for new guests. We will endeavor to have all guests moved into their reserved rooms as soon as possible. We apologize for any inconvenience. Affected guests may convene with the nearest lifeguard or reception for a complimentary swimsuit, at their earliest convenience.

Please remember that beach-appropriate attire is mandatory. Guests found breaking dress code may be escorted off the beach until they return in proper swimwear. We hope you enjoy your stay, and have a beachy keen experience. 】

BEACHFRONT PROPERTY

A BRAND NEW DEVELOPMENT

As the resort moves into what it claims is summer, the days grow longer. The sun is projected well into the evening, the heat of its warmth dialed up to a level some guests complain is unreasonable. Then there’s the most excessive transformation of all – half the Cloud Dwelling Gardens have been transformed into a sparkling beach of white sands and blue waves, seemingly overnight. Statues nearby have been dressed up with wide hats and stylish sarongs. Upbeat music fills the air without any discernible source.

A section of the beach has been reserved for a collection of bungalows. These cute pastel homes open straight onto the sand, and are comparable in size and amenity to a rank 7 or 8 suite. All screens within these bungalows are fixed to a channel that airs reruns of Boobwatch around the clock, a classic TV series about blue-footed boobys running in slow-motion across the beach. Staff and long-standing guests all agree — there’s no better summer programming than this!

IT’S FREE REAL ESTATE

▷ Thanks to a classic move called “overbooking,” new arrivals are being checked in to all this wondrous new property that’s just opened up. The catch? Why, characters are stuffed up to 4 in a room, of course. Don’t worry, that’s what the bunk beds are for!

▷ Characters still wake up naked save for a robe, as is standard for the Golden Peacock. This round’s robes are a light and breezy linen, patterned with tropical flowers and colorful designs. Some of these robes are more sheer than others. Watch out that the gentle breeze on the beach doesn’t reveal more than you wanted.

▷ Existing characters are welcome to temporarily take up residence in any empty slots in these homes. The staff understand that sometimes you want to pretend to be a brand new guest again, all bright-eyed and ready for adventure. They can even lock you out of your real room for an extra bit of authenticity. No need to ask! It’s all taken care of already.

THOSE WHO POUND SAND

▷ Several lifeguards have been newly hired to protect the beach and its visitors. These burly fellows and lasses all have three things in common: skimpy swimwear, rippling muscles, and seagull heads. They spend most of their time hanging out in groups, flexing and gossiping loudly. If characters approach them for their complimentary swimwear, they will provide whatever they’re currently wearing for them to use... by force, if necessary.

▷ Characters who seem particularly vulnerable or are holding something particularly tasty may find themselves surrounded by these lifeguards out of nowhere. The seagulls are relentless, pushing and shoving and pulling hair until they get what they want. Hope you didn’t like your sand castle very much. Those on the lower end of the rank scale will suffer the worst harassment, and they may even go out of their way to harass wildcards, 2s, and 3s just for the heck of it.

▷ Being new hires and fairly low on the resort staff hierarchy, these troublemakers can be easily chased off by someone of a high enough rank, or an assertive enough presence to pass as one. T-they’re not scared! They just remembered they have a mandatory group cawing session to get to! Buzz off!

FUN IN THE SUN

DON'T FORGET TO OIL UP

What’s a beach without fun and games? Dreadfully boring! That’s why all of the beach classics have been expertly set up by staff, including strip volleyball nets, giant boob-shaped beach balls, and plenty of floaties for use in the shallower areas of the temporary ocean. A row of parasols with paired lounge chairs underneath them are placed in some prime viewing areas for festivities. Any time you get thirsty, there’s always a cooler full of canned drinks conveniently nearby, courtesy of Cock-a-Doodle-Doo’s. Sometimes you can hear the staff whispering to each other, “What if it’s too perfect? We won’t be able to deal with the ratings dip once the beach ends!”

Seashells have been arbitrarily scattered along the shoreline, coming in both natural shapes and ones a little more... erotic. The sexiest ones of all are conch shells that let you hear the moans of another guest when held up to your ear; supposedly, if you hook up with the person on the other end of the shell, you’ll be extra lucky in the casino for the rest of the summer. All in all, it’s a carefully tailored creation that can be called nothing short of paradise.

THE BEACH BUNNY BARBECUE BONANZA

▷ This booth constantly has smoke billowing out the top and is manned during the entire day by one man – Steve, formerly from reception. It seems this is his punishment duty for be-bathrooming all of the arrivals, last time. Those willing to lend Steve a sympathetic ear will be entreated to bring him water, since the sweltering heat of the booth dries him out like nobody’s business. No matter how characters try to help him, though, a tragedy always occurs and the water always ends up spilled across the sand. That curse really is something, huh?

▷ The signature item at this cookout are the Flamin’ Hop Skewers. Made due to the current overpopulation in the Conservatory, these spicy-sweet — emphasis on the spicy — glazed skewers temporarily grant those who consume them the soul of a rabbit, including their insatiable desire to mate. Any rabbits that resort-goers have formed an attachment with have not been culled, so don’t worry about your precious buns!

▷ The booth also boasts several other exotic meats and vegetables that are considerably safer to eat, for guests who find themselves unable to overcome their attachment. Some of these skewers also feature fruits, including the hybrid ones from the previous gardening collab with the Dizzy Pigeon. Characters are free to revisit any of the Orchard prompts under the Smoky Nectar section of our PREVIOUS TDM.

A SHOW OF STRENGTH

▷ When the projected sun is at its highest, staff members will start bringing out tarps and watermelons, fresh from the gardens. What’s that, you ask? Oh, of course these were donated willingly! What a strange question!

▷ The goal is to smash the watermelon the staff give you until the succulent red fruit inside is splattered all across the tarp, perfect for falling comically into or... eating, if you’re into that. The rules are that you must use your buttocks to do so, and you only get two tries. Successfully cracking open the watermelon on the first try will earn characters a large payout, and if it’s on the second try, a medium payout.

▷ Failing to bust a watermelon at all won’t have any penalties associated with it, and you can always try again tomorrow! In order to keep their watermelon supplies steady for the duration of the beach festivities, the staff do ask that guests attempt this no more than once per day.

DAYDREAM PARASOLS

▷ Every umbrella set up on the sands has two lounge chairs set up underneath it, with a shared table between them. The chairs are padded and oh-so-comfy — sitting in them for too long while another person is present will result in both characters falling into a deep sleep.

▷ While asleep, characters will discover they’re sharing a dream with their umbrella-mate. The dream is always set on the same beach as the waking world, but there are floating clouds and sparkles in a range of pastel colors. Other beachgoers are faceless, if not entirely absent. It’s just the two of you.

▷ Anything the characters think of can drift in and out of the dreamscape, including but not limited to items from home, scary monsters to dramatically rescue your partner from, and strange abilities to fly or float through the air. However, characters will also be at full suit activation in the dream. Once both characters orgasm or they naturally wake up from their naps, they’ll find things are entirely back to normal, as much as they ever are in the resort.

NOTES

▶ All new arrivals have been issued four food and four clothing vouchers. These vouchers are as good as money around the resort. The staff will strongly insist on characters picking out "summery" attire with it, though.

▶ Existing characters may be booted into the bungalows or locked out of their room against their will. We leave it up to player discretion if this happens and the degree to which they're removed from their normal suite.

▶ For the Daydream Parasols, wildcards may be afflicted by whichever suit their player prefers for the duration of the dream. This will have no bearing on their suit selection when applying, and suit effects should not manifest once back in the waking world. It's just a dream, after all!

▶ The dreamscape has no explicit time limit, so feel free to make them as long or as short as desired. Dreams should also be sexy first and foremost. While you can include your mom dying in the background if you'd like, you have to be horny about it too.

TWINKLING CURRENTS

THE PARTY NEVER STOPS

As the sun sets in a cascade of colors over the water, lamps are lit and floating lights surface from the depths. Stars twinkle in the sky, and Steve is finally released from his smoky shackles. Though the daytime amenities have gone to sleep, the night promises its own set of beachy wonders sure to please even the most distinguished of vacationers.

Flyers posted in the lobby and in the hallways promise of a bar ran by the most enchanting mermaids you could ever want to fuck, as well as a fireworks show in every color, including ones you’ve never heard of. With the seagulls gone to bed, peace settles across the sands, tinted blue, yellow, and pink from the myriad of lights. For those seeking a more subdued, romantic air — this is the beach for you.

SWIM UP TO THE BAR

▷ While the advertisements promised mermaids, they were careful not to include any photos or illustrations. Wading out into the sea to the floating bar quickly illustrates why: these merfolk are fish on top, not the bottom! If asked about this configuration or accused of being unsexy, they’ll lift their elegant legs out of the water and exclaim, “How else would you be able to fuck us if not for these!” Though a few guests seem unsatisfied by this clarification, there are no complaints about the drinks themselves.

▷ HOLDING ON TO SUMMER. This cocktail brings seaberry-gin, limoncello, white crème de cacao, and freshly squeezed lemon juice over pebbled ice, wrapping you in decadent flavors accenting the season. Drinking this cocktail can cause you to be overcome with the desire to lean back and sink into the ocean itself, but fret not! It also grants you the wonderful ability to breathe underwater, no gills required! And it’s topped with a yummy little ball of white chocolate.

▷ MANGO STAR. A delightfully bright drink in a highball glass, the combination of elderflower rose syrup and seaberry-gin floats a summery pink over the orange mixture of mango juice, lime juice and honey syrup on the bottom. On top are two cute little stars cut out of mango, accented with mint leaves. Guests who drink this cocktail report some confusion in the identity of other guests, as just one drink is enough to shift perception of others. Other characters may appear to be different guests of the resort, or familiar faces from home.

▷ SEABERRY FLORADORA. This is a vibrant cocktail made of seaberry-gin, ginger beer, lime juice and raspberry syrup, highlighted by floral ice cubes and edible flowers. Despite its bright pink color indicating a level of cheerfulness for the summer, this flavorful cocktail causes guests to be quickly overwhelmed with a sense of loneliness. The longer this sensation goes on, the more guests will try to seek out company to aid in the ache, even if it means appearing quite desperate in the process. Each successive drink will increase the severity of the effect.

▷ BLACKBERRY ROSEMARY GIMLET. Blackberries, rosemary sprigs, simple syrup, and a combination of seaberry-gin and lime juice make this aromatic cocktail. It’s double strained over ice and garnished with a blackberry on a pick, giving it a regal appearance. Drinking this cocktail causes obsessive and possessive behavior, however — sometimes to extreme levels. Should your partner choose this cocktail to drink, you may not want to mention anything that could make them jealous. Each successive drink will increase the severity of the effect.

▷ JUST SOME SEAWATER? Questioning the mermaids and mermen on how they came to be the way that they are will result in them offering you an item off the sea-cret menu. Taking a glass from the bar, they dip it into the ocean and offer it right over to you. Drinking the seawater does, in fact, turn you into a very sexy reverse merman or mermaid. This occurs whether or not you drink it from the glass or take in a gulp while swimming, so watch out!

ACROSS THE NIGHT SKY

▷ Where else could you get a perfect view of the stars? Despite the sea of lights below, the artificial nature of the skies in the resort means that all guests get an unrivaled view of the galaxy. Which galaxy? Why, any of them — characters will see a shifting range of constellations from night to night, including ones they don’t recognize, ones shaped a bit like something you might find in Love Dove, and ones that are identical to those from their home. Happy gazing!

▷ A fireworks show is held every night, from 10PM until 1AM. The noises are just loud enough to block out a whispered confession timed correctly, but aren’t quite enough to inhibit conversation. Most of the fireworks are from a design series known as Matteo’s Masterpieces, and range from the standard burst to abstract shapes to... well, you know. Unlike the sloppy doodles found in the margins of books while Swan Lake was decaying, all of the boobs and dicks blasted across the sky are very well rendered. For fireworks.

SANDY SCAVENGING

A GAME OF BEACHES

It wouldn't be the Golden Peacock without a game for guests to play! All guests that wander into the beach area may find themselves receiving one of two Watch messages. Some very special guests may even receive both challenges — or continuously receive a new challenge when the last 24 hours is up. The resort just wants you to have the most fun possible!

SCAVENGER HUNT: EASY MODE (SFW)

Hello, dear guest. You have been randomly selected to play our EASY MODE: SCAVENGER HUNT! You have 24 hours to complete this hunt. Once completed, please submit your collected items to the nearest SEAGULL LIFEGUARD to claim your reward of Great Tit! Dessert Vouchers and a large payout.

Guests who do not complete the hunt in 24 hours will be hunted down and then publicly spanked by a SEAGULL LIFEGUARD.

Please note that items scavenged may not be personal items. They must be collected from other sources. Good luck!

1. Collect one unfinished drink.

2. Collect two kisses.

3. Collect three pairs of sunglasses.

4. Collect four sets of sandals.

5. Collect five feathers from a lifeguard.

SCAVENGER HUNT: HARD MODE (NSFW)

Hello, dear guest. You have been randomly selected to play our HARD MODE: SCAVENGER HUNT! You have 24 hours to complete this hunt. Once completed, please submit your collected items to the nearest SEAGULL LIFEGUARD to claim your reward of Naked Yolk Kink Vouchers and an extra-large payout. Winners will also be given a limited edition WINNER pin. Any guests wearing a WINNER pin will be treated as kings and queens of the beach, and be permitted to command any other guests as they see fit.

Guests who do not complete the hunt in 24 hours will be hunted down, stripped, and then strapped into the fuck pillory by our SEAGULL LIFEGUARDS. Losers will be free game for other guests to use for their pleasure.

Please note that items scavenged may not be personal items. They must be collected from other sources. Good luck!

1. Collect one cup of cum.

2. Collect two bite marks.

3. Collect three pubic hairs.

4. Collect four nudes (nude images).

5. Collect five bathing suit bottoms.

NOTES

▶ All effects from the swim-up bar last around 2-3 hours, but may be extended by having another drink.

INTO THE DEPTHS

IT'S HIGH TIDE WE GET OUT OF HERE

Though the beach experience is perfect on the surface, things are less elegant behind the scenes. Wave-making machines pulse and rattle down below, shaking the ceiling of the basement suites. Water leaks from pipes, streaking across walls and pooling on the uneven floors. The maintenance levels are abuzz with staff setting out buckets and pans, shooing lost guests away with a heightened level of urgency. Someone got a little too enthusiastic with mopping, they claim. Nothing to worry about at all!

Even the ocean itself isn’t without its issues. Despite appearing as a boundless expanse from the shore, the walls of the Golden Peacock are a very real factor. To avoid any undue damage to the screens that comprise the sky, the sea stops abruptly before it reaches them, cascading into a waterfall all the way down to the depths of the resort. Gentle currents become swirling vortexes and choppy waves, sure to pull down any guests that aren’t careful about where they swim. A few gull-guards patrol the line of buoys that mark the end of the safe swimming area, but the primary line of defense the resort relies on is the utter disinterest most of its guests have.

TUMBLING DOWN

▷ Characters who stray past the line of buoys out in the far sea will find themselves caught in a riptide that sucks them straight over the edge of the water. This applies both to characters swimming, or characters in some sort of vessel, such as a small rowboat borrowed from the staff.

▷ Feel free to make up any sort of vehicle rentals in general, as long as they’re reasonable in size — they should be able to accommodate 1-2 characters at most. A waverider would be okay, but a yacht would not.

▷ While falling down the waterfall, characters will temporarily black out before hitting anything solid. They will resurface anywhere there is standing water, whether that be a flooded hallway, in the Crane’s Respite, or even in someone’s open toilet bowl. There are no limitations on where in the resort the resurfacing can happen; even the bathrooms at Roost aren’t safe from this teleportation.

A RISING FLOOD

▷ Drainage is a difficult aspect to manage. Though the majority of the seawater is recycled to maintain the ocean above, enough of it is siphoned off for deeper filtration that the resort’s plumbing systems simply can’t handle the volume. Leaks are happening on all floors below ground, increasing in depth the further down into the basement characters go.

▷ Characters living in the rank 2, 3, and 4 suites may notice that in addition to having leaks in the hallway, their own rooms are also flooding. This can range anywhere from a constant, unpleasantly damp floor, to having an entire cascade of water blow them and any other unsuspecting guests down several hallways the moment their door is opened. Life vests are recommended.

▷ The flooding will intensify as the event goes on, culminating in some of the maintenance levels being entirely underwater towards the end of the event. Once the event is over, the flooding will recede within about a day, leaving only a few water stains here and there as evidence of their presence.

NOTES

▶ Any amount of standing water is a valid target for a character’s resurfacing, even something as minor as a glass of water. For situations where a character would not actively fit into the source of their arrival, they will be violently flung out of it, knocking over or spilling it in the process if that’s possible.

▶ As always, players are free to control the level to which their individual characters are affected, and being flooded out of their space is not mandatory.

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OOC NOTES

INVITES | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS

▶ BLANKET CW: alcohol; altered states; aphrodisiacs; breeding urge; delusions; forced clotheswearing; hallucinations; harassment and bullying; jealousy; thalassophobia; transformation; unreality

▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. The house is still observing and deciding. As rank and suits are assigned upon acceptance your character's suit will not manifest until they are accepted into the game.

▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's June event. The beach will ICly be present from June 15th - June 30th.

▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.

▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention!

▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort! There are recent additions to the locations page as well, for those who have yet to see them!

▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!

▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.

▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.

▶ Don't forget your sunscreen! We'd hate for any chicken wings to come out burnt.

NAVIGATION • LOG • NETWORK • OOC • MEME

Comments

[wray]

[ There's hardly any pain, but Six can tell that Sunday is delicate with his touches, treating him as if he might shatter at any moment. And maybe he will, given how much of a mess his mind is now. He tries not to think about it, tries not to listen to the phantom whispers from those he belongs in the past.

He chooses to focus on Sunday's voice instead. There's something soothing about it, but maybe that's just wishful thinking. (Or the ever-darkening effects of his suit's mark on his back.) ]

... You can keep going.

[ Their eyes meet this time, pale lilac gazing into golden hues. It's like he's searching for something. Why does Sunday want to look after a stranger? ]

[befehl]

You shouldn't have put yourself through this because of me.

( He scolds again under his breath, worn into a rasp from the dire situation they're still experiencing. Trapped in this convoluting dream. Sunday's bare finger pads dab over the scratches, the scars and the bruising. He might be a stranger, yes, and the beginning might have been rocky but here, they are a team.

He glances up at him, finding himself locked on his gaze while he ponders. )

They managed to rake their talons on your face, too.

( He moves away so he can squeeze out bloodied water from the towel. It's not much, just pink, but he rinses it again so he can start the process over. )

I can clean it for you, too. You can't possibly keep going all dirty like this. It might get infected.

[wray]

What if there was no escape? It was the quickest way to deal with them.

[ They could have ran, sure. There were places they could've gone to just so they could seek shelter there instead, but that was a risk they barely had any time to consider. Meanwhile, Six figured he could handle a few birds. There were many of them, but it was hardly the toughest fight he ever experienced.

But with every admonishment that comes from Sunday, he doesn't think he'll be able to convince the other man that it was fine. That it was better he got hurt instead of Sunday. Keeping the Halovian safe was all that mattered.

He drops his gaze to his now-cleaned hands, slowly clenching them into fists. ]

Go ahead.

[ He'll allow himself this moment of vulnerability. If this is all a dream, then maybe there's a chance neither of them will remember this when they wake. ]

[befehl]

( If they will end up forgetting this encounter, Sunday hopes returning to reality will give him back his mask in full.
It's in the past now and useless to dwell so much on what ifs, so Sunday lifts a portion of the folded towel over his jawline to wipe off traces of blood. He's meticulous, treating him as if he were a glass sculpture underneath pressure. At least, that's what his fists seem to be displaying. If Sunday can show him warmth, maybe he'll be able to relax. )

You can close your eyes if it helps.

( That way Sunday can slide the towel up towards what is exposed of the bridge of his nose, and across towards his cheekbone. The wounds themselves don't appear as deep as he thought. )

[wray]

[ Six can sense the guilt in every touch.

It's in the way that Sunday treats him like glass, as if he's bound to shatter at any moment. Maybe that's true, maybe it isn't and the other man is just being too careful, but Six can't help but lean into his touch. He doesn't close his eyes when told. not yet, at least.

He's more entranced by how Sunday cleans his wounds. It's so rare for others to be this kind to him— or rather, it's rare for Six to allow it to ever get to this point.

If this is a dream, maybe it won't hurt to remain asleep for a little bit longer. ]

[befehl]

( His flesh is tender behind the mask, and he traces the cloth across his wounded jaw, up near his temple and over his hairline. Tending to others is a delicacy and a must for any leader. In his heart, he can’t shake his duty as Family Head.

After he’s mostly done, he dabs a part of the clean towel over his chin and bottom lip. He tests which areas he’s allowed to touch carefully, ready to pull back at the hint of a twitch. )

Feeling better?

[wray]

[ This is already much further than he would have usually allowed others to touch him, but there's something about this moment that compels him to seek solace from another. A soft exhale escapes him once Sunday asks him a simple question, followed by a nod. ]

I am. [ The memory of those who called him a monster has all but faded, but their echoes still linger if there's nothing else to distract him. So he chooses to focus on Sunday instead. ] Are you?

[ A beat passes before he continues. ]

I could sense your fear earlier— it felt tangible when I fought the crows.

[ Maybe it's because they're in a dream, but it felt suffocating out there. Like it wasn't just him who wanted the earth to swallow him whole. ]

[befehl]

( He pulls away enough to give him back some space but remains close enough to note the different shades of red surrounding every scratch. Someone's presence in a place like this, where loneliness begins to creep into Sunday's heart is where he keeps that focus.

The sensation is uncomfortable and he'd normally keep it at bay where he can control it. Away from his safe haven where everything is turning against him and others pull strings, is the worst thing that could happen. Not only that, he's also unable to guarantee Robin's safety above it all. )

I'm fine. In order to control this dream we must first control our minds, but I can't seem to do that... And it's scary, yes.

( He glances down at their hands, pulling over the other chair so he can sit closer to him, knee to knee. He holds onto his beaten up hand between their bodies, caressing his bones and flesh while he keeps sinking into a mass of guilt. He can't bring up the shadowy figure he saw, not when he barely knows how to handle it himself. )

What if I never get to control my own mind here and put you in danger again?

[wray]

[ Six studies Sunday's face, the unease evident in the other man's eyes. It's easy enough for a protective urge to rise within him, but he doesn't know what he can offer in terms of reassurance. He's never been good at that, and yet he tries regardless. ]

If this is all a dream, we'll wake up from it eventually.

[ He moves closer, their faces nearly inches apart, his breath mingling with Sunday's. There's a sense of vulnerability in the air, but also the presence of something else. Something softer, sincere. Lilac eyes search for golden hues, looking for any hint of doubt, wanting to banish it if he could. ]

What are you afraid of, Sunday?

[befehl]

( What is he truly afraid of? It's a difficult question to process at first, especially as Six's features gradually get closer. So close his heart starts throbbing in his throat, taking away the words that feel like they're on the tip of his tongue. He's unsure how to answer and if he were able to, should he expose his fragilities? )

It is a dream, yes. This almost feels like a part of my home.

( Part of it is comforting, knowing this isn't reality - and perhaps if they stay here, Sunday could learn and master the threads that make this place come together. He could rebuild the sweet dream, no?

His gaze lowers from Six's eyes, hard as it is because they are a beautiful sight. Yet something else grabs Sunday's attention. Those lips of his. Does he want a kiss? Perhaps that would make his wounds feel better. He swallows dryly, leaning closer and tilting his head and barely letting his words skirt over his lips. )

What if I don't want to wake up?

[wray]

[ They're so close at this point that it would be easy enough to lean in and slot their mouths together, silencing their words before they become something else. Six doesn't know why he holds himself back from doing so. Maybe because there's something he needs to address first. He reaches out with one hand, framing the side of Sunday's face with it, hoping it will help ground him just as much as it does with him. ]

Are you afraid of what will greet you when you wake?

[ This feels like it goes beyond simply waking up on the beach where they last were. Those crows from earlier— could they have been a manifestation of what Sunday fears? Six doesn't know, and he likely never will if Sunday doesn't want to speak of it. He won't force him to.

All he can do is try to string something vaguely reassuring, even if he doesn't have the full picture. ]

You can't stay here. You'd be no closer to finding your way home if you don't wake up.

[befehl]

( Instinct keeps him there, so close to a tentative kiss that Sunday practically feels his warmth against his lips. This is no sweet dream, but it is enough of a dream that his halo is solid and radiant, yet it is not enough of a dream where he could levitate at will if he wanted. He tried doing so already - earlier. That's why his only choice was to hide and allow Six to get battered up like this in his behalf. )

This almost feels like home.

( He utters low, golden eyes lifting so they're eye to eye. ) But you're right.

( He cradles his hand over Six's, running fingers between his so they're laced together. Maybe this is the key to escape, touching one another or kissing. Considering Six's reaction to exposing his features to him, he's unsure of how welcoming it would be to push themselves together. But he does so, hastily pulling back as soon as their lips touch - paler than ever despite the rush of blood pooling down. )

I thought this might work. I apologize.

[wray]

[ This close, it's easy enough to see just how beautiful Sunday is.

His golden eyes can captivate many souls, and even Six finds himself willing to get lost in their depths, curious to know what it is that makes the man want to stay here in a sweet dream rather than wake up from it. His breath gets caught in his throat when their fingers intertwine together, still so unused to such simple intimacy that it catches him off-guard whenever it happens.

Heat gathers around the diamond mark on his back when Sunday leans in to kiss him. This is exactly what it has been craving, because Six pulls the other man back, slotting their lips together once more.

When he breaks away from it, he barely moves an inch. ]

... Considering how this place usually is, you might be right.

[ A beat passes. ]

Should we keep trying?

[befehl]

( It could be the festering fear still lingering at the depths of his mind creeping up, or simply the rush of blood leaving his face whenever their mouths come together again. Whatever it is, he feels shrouded in this fog that only hones onto the man in front of him. Sunday's wings unfurl, tense and vivid and riddled with sensitive nerves at the root of each feather. The electrifying chill runs down his spine as his lips linger close against Six's. Golden eyes lock onto him, momentarily focused on every scratch against half his face. Intimacy is hard on its own, and even harder with a person he barely knows. )

I'm not very good at it.

( He admits, and it's more of a warning because why should Six subject himself to someone who barely knows how to kiss? )

...It is the way of the House, though. We can keep going before the crows come back. If you still want to.

[wray]

That's fine. That doesn't matter to me.

[ It's not like Six is doing any better.

This is a part of life that he remains inexperienced in despite the situations that he's managed to get himself into in this place, but even then— it feels like the right move to make. Not only because he thinks it will take them out of this dream, but also because it brings solace to the other man. Or so he thinks, anyway.

A curious hand caresses the length of the closest wing he can reach, feeling the way those feathers unfurl at the lightest touch. They're soft, just like Sunday is— his lips, his hair, his skin. Six can't get enough of it.

He kisses Sunday again, bringing him closer to him by winding an arm around his waist, wanting to feel his warmth until everything is eclipsed by it. Tentatively, he nips at the man's bottom lip lightly, wondering how he'd react. ]

[befehl]

( The reassurance does put Sunday at ease. One must always start somewhere, no? A body so unused to any semblance of affection is bound to melt at the slightest touch. From the slight twitch of his wing enjoying the careful attention, fluttering nerves through it and down his spine, to his arm curling around his waist bringing him closer to his body.

He also can't get enough, pushing his lips against him as soon as he feels the heat of them. It's like an orchestra playing each part perfectly, resulting in Sunday's nerves to pool a rush down his groin, especially as he's bitten. He only flinches because he doesn't expect himself to react like this - to like it. So much so that he sucks in a gasp and sighs, lifting his hands up through hair so he grab onto his perked ears. He's not so rough with them, knowing full well how sensitive body parts can be, but he also appreciates their shape while he delves back against his lips. He's careful with his mask. )

Keep going.

[wray]

[ A soft noise escapes him when Sunday reaches out for his ears, admiring the shape of them, and just as the man assumed, they're deliciously sensitive, quivering underneath the gentlest touch. He doesn't move away from Sunday's reach, even leaning into it as if encouraging him to keep exploring.

Six is careful with the feathers he touches too, his teeth worrying Sunday's bottom lip lightly. But when the other man flinches against him, he pauses everything that he's doing, unsure if he just went too far— only to be reassured that Sunday doesn't mind, even urging him to keep going. So he does it again, nipping at the man before delving his tongue deeper into that warm mouth.

He murmurs against the kiss, soft and cautious. ]

Should we move?

[ The bed isn't too far from where they are, and the bathroom is hardly the place for something like this. He doesn't wait for Sunday to answer before he's already guiding the other to stand up. ]

[befehl]

( He's unsure why there's this bubbling heat of fear still left in him after facing all those crows. All those countless souls from the Oak Family seeking their revenge against him. Six's tongue rolling into his mouth again momentarily distracts him, and Sunday takes the cue of him leaning against his hands to keep on tugging on his ears, and scratching down the back of his head. Every gasp is heady between them and he pulls away, nodding, as they're already on their way back to the bed.

It is truly a dream with every step taken, lit across his cheeks while he swallows down the knot curling inside his throat. Everything about this is unreal, and soon they will forget all this once they wake, right?

Part of him doesn't want to, though. Why forget the unforgettable?

He lands on his back on the bed and guides Six's face lose to him again, watching that singular eye peeking from the broken side of the mask. Heat pulses everywhere as he slides a hand around his nape again to pull him to his lips. He doesn't feel particularly strongly about kissing him, but he finds that it's better to keep himself distracted of his cock tight in those trunks. )

[wray]

[ It's hard to say whether or not they'll forget everything once the dream is over, but Six doesn't want to forget about this either. If anything, he'd rather keep it as their own little secret, tucked underneath fragile hearts and soft kisses.

He doesn't resist when Sunday pulls him close again, slotting their mouths together in another kiss. Sunday tastes like fear and yearning, but the erune doesn't know how to fix that. Even if he kisses him more, even if he holds him close, he doubts he can ever give him what he truly wants. But what they have is all they've got, and it'll have to be enough for now.

When he pulls back, he keeps their foreheads pressed together. ]

Sunday— [ Only after he murmurs the other man's name does he give enough distance between them to get a good look at his face. ] Are you sure?

[ He can feel the hardness pressed against him, something that earns an equally aroused reaction from him too. But he doesn't make a move to reach out for it just in case Sunday doesn't want this at all. ]

[befehl]

( This secret shall be buried between every kiss, even if Sunday's lips tremble with uncertainty. He can only hide so much from him, and Sunday is a master of staying in the shadows, shouldering everything on his own. Every nightmare, or every nagging weight that keeps pulling him deeper into this dream.

Feeling Six's body against him is a weight that releases some of that tension, so he wants it more. His gaze darts down between them as he rolls his hips with involuntary pleasure. )

I'm sure. Just not all the way...?

[wray]

... We won't go all the way. I've got you.

[ Once permission has been granted, Six locks lips with Sunday once more, kissing him hungrily this time around. He rolls their hips together just as the other man does, creating friction for them both because he knows how good it feels. When he's satisfied, that's when he starts tugging down Sunday's trunks to free his cock.

His fingers wrap around it, tentative and careful, stroking it nice and slow. The hard outline of his own length is obvious underneath fabric too, but he wants to coax Sunday to full arousal first before handling himself. ]

[befehl]

( He sucks in gasps between every ardent kiss, seeking out every hot roll of their hips to feel Six’s cock against him. He keeps a fist right through his bushy hair, hoping to steer or control him down the line if he needs to.

He mirrors the way his tongue gives him the attention, kissing him and sucking in his bottom lip before momentarily halting. The rush of cold greeting his erection and Six’s hot hand easily makes him swell harder for him. It’s entirely different leaving his pleasure in the hands of another. The exhilaration makes him prop himself up on his elbows, inching against the pillow for some leverage. Is it dirty that he wants to peek at him, too? )

That feels good…

[wray]

[ Maybe it's sinful to have Sunday sneaking a peek at him, but it only spurs him on, encouraging the erune to satisfy his partner's desires. He kisses him briefly, just as a reassurance that he'll receive more of that pleasure, especially as Six continues to stroke his cock.

It's soon after that he leans back just to fish out his length from his trunks, and then he's coming closer to Sunday again to guide the other man's hand to wrap around it. ]

... If you'd like, you can do the same.

[ He'll leave it up to Sunday whether or not he wants to touch him too. But he's going back to jerking him off, wanting Sunday to feel good the entire time. ]

[befehl]

( Precum smears so easily around the curve of his glans and down his slit, snugged by flesh with every tight stroke. The pleasure splits between every nerve of his, radiant. Even the colors around them within the dream begin to shift and phase so only they exist within the realm itself. To think he'd become this helpless around a stranger, giving himself into that hand. Sunday doesn't think to kiss back, he's too busy gasping, even his halo becomes a display of vibrant lights as it rests behind the back of his head in its solid form. He feels pleasure through it, too.

Whenever he feels the movement between their groins, Sunday's hand traces down Six's whole cock as it is freed, soon guiding it against his down so they're slotting and sliding against one another, gripping both swollen heads together while staring right into his visible eye. )

I just…

[wray]

[ Soft noises begin to spill out of him, almost uncontrollable as Sunday guides their cocks to slide against one another. The pleasure is overwhelming for him too, causing a shiver to crawl down his spine as he tries to get used to the rhythm. This always feels like a novel experience to him no matter how many times he's become intimate with another person.

He doesn't think he'll ever grow used to it, numb to the kind of connections this place wants them to establish. When Sunday tries to speak, he's almost grateful for the distraction. ]

You...? Tell me, I'll give you anything you desire.

[ It's not like him to speak so boldly, but with his suit mark a bright red on his skin, there's no stopping him now. Not when he's slowly figuring out a pace that glides his length down against Sunday's in an exquisite way. ]