pluviosa | [Open] I'm On A Boat

[Open] I'm On A Boat

Who: Casper and ???
What: Boat shenanigans! Digging! Trees!
Where: Several locations
When: Day 3-4ish
Warnings: One prompt has a dead body, one thread is getting into some serious/dark subjects.

Jungle Cruise

[Casper does not have many weapons - certainly not the kinds of powerful magical options other people on the ship have. But he's not out of all options. He heads down towards the bottom of the ship - or at least what he can reach. Deck 9 is about it, so he starts there.]

[The water is a problem. The water might be too much of a problem for him to handle - so he freezes it. At least a good chunk around him is frozen, so anyone coming down there might need to be careful not to slip. That done, he starts digging. He doesn't have a shovel or any tools so it's just him pushing at dirt trying to find some kind of bottom.]

[This is probably not going to work. Come either mock him or help him?] (See next prompt.)

Kill it with Fire

[Casper has been digging and he absolutely does not like what he's found. He's read enough horror books and seen enough horror movies to know that letting this thing spread is an incredibly bad idea. He keeps looking around for anyone, covered in dirt and mud and probably other things with his hair all wild.]

Do you have fire magic? Or the ability to make a fire that's really hot?

[He needs a hand, because a campfire is not going to do it. He needs extremely high temperatures in an extremely controlled environment.]

On the Treetops

[He likes to be up high. Some of these trees are gigantic so he's having fun climbing them. It's very much an easy thing for him - he's just scrambling up them and jumping from tree to tree. He's making a lot of noise though so he might be being too disruptive. Either way he's having fun and it's not like there's a whole crowd to bother.]

[Occasionally he rests, and stares out at the barren wasteland around them. What could be out there? He wants to know, but he also doesn't want to die again.]

Night Sky

[Casper is enjoying himself just chilling out on the deck at night. There are no constellations that he's familiar with, so he starts making up new ones.]

That one's the Cat. That one's the Rabbit. ... Maybe that spot on the moon is the Monkey? It's definitely not the Bunny.

[He's mostly talking to himself - Bob is asleep in his hoodie pocket - but he'd welcome company, if you'd like.]

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"I don't think you would but I wouldn't blame you if you did. ... I'm just..." He shakes his head and leans against the other, seeming to snap out of it a little. "I just... I don't know how to live. On my own. Not... being used. I've never been on my own, and I'm not saying that I'm totally on my own now but I'm... away from the grasp of my parents."

His powers work but he's pretty sure he can't contact them. He's... free, in a way. And it's terrifying to try to make his own decisions. "I don't have a goal or a job or anything right now and I just... I've always had those? And it's not... I... I feel lost." Not the same kind of lost that he feels when he tries to come up with words when he's looking at Shang Qinghua, but still.

"You've lived on your own. You're at least able to be independent. I'm just... I'm a godsdamned tactical missile of a person at this point. A wrecking ball. I can command people and corpses to do what I want, I could freeze this whole tree solid, I can lift half a ton. I'm dangerous and people at home know it. That's why they use me. That's why... I don't know how to live."

"I would blame me. You're not... you don't deserve to be just used. And I wouldn't want to... I'm not a good person, but I don't want to be that kind of bad one. I never-- I don't want to do anything to you that you're not comfortable with."

"I-- honestly I haven't been thinking too hard about the fact that the system can't reach here, because I don't know what I'll do when it sinks in, even though I've been saying all kinds of shit I would have been punished for, like, I told you I'm a transmigrator. But... having to make it up is hard. You're not--it's not that weird that you're lost. Kids with like, controlling parents, it's really common for them to lose it once they get out on their own and no one is telling them what to do." His parents were sort of the opposite, but he's not unfamiliar with the concept.

"And I--I guess I've kind of been trying to slot myself into what's familiar, too. Offering information to people so they think I'm useful enough to protect or not hurt. It's-- easy. I... I don't know if I understand, but..." But he wants to. He wants to be able to help so goddamn badly, seeing Casper like this hurts.

"And I mean, I'm-- used to being around dangerous people. I'm a cultivator, my martial siblings are all good enough to become peak lords. Zhangmen-shixiong could fight Tianlang-jun to a standstill. Liu-shidi is the War God of Bai Zhan and he doesn't even like me. Luo Binghe is like maybe literally undefeatable and he keeps looking at me like he's going to murder me for taking any of his husband's attention. And my king could freeze this tree solid too, could freeze me solid, and I've spent decades trying to be useful enough that he won't. I... you're just a person. Sometimes people are dangerous. Even me, I have a sword and decent cultivation, I could do a fair bit of damage, I just don't like fighting, and I'm a coward, and I'd prefer no one ever see me as a threat." When they don't see you as a threat they're less likely to decide they need to remove the threat. "But I'm not... you're not scary to me."

"I don't know how to-- fucking, I don't know. I don't know how to help. But... I don't want you to do anything for me but be my... my friend. If you-- if you want. Only if you want." He's not much to write home about in terms of friend material, after all. And he's only ever really had the one before.

"... Yeah I just... I don't know. I spent sixteen and a half years just... knowing I was weird and knowing vampires were a thing but not why and having a dad who wanted to track my every move, and then suddenly I get told I have a mother and she's got half a rotting face. And then I get thrown into an adventure for a year or so, where I get told that not only do I have a brother but he's - fuck, what's that one comic?"

He has to think for a moment, not an easy task when his mind is racing. "Like Captain America or whatever? But a failed version. And then I'm told I have to kill him, and then my dad shows up and kills him and surprise! He's actually a powerful mage of a kind I had no idea existed and that he's actually pretty old and he worked for the fucking Nazis in World War II because my pantheon was on the side that was stupid. Even though I've been told 'oh, Loki just wanted to hand Gungnir to someone to see what would happen' and suddenly Hitler got Ideas and Loki was horrified and of course that has to be my grandfather so then I get like, secondhand guilt? Which isn't fair or useful?"

Casper's just rambling but he can't stop. "So like. My whole family is dangerous. And people should see me as a threat. I know none of that stuff is my fault but it kind of makes me want to just... go away into the mountains or whatever until I die except I can't because I'm immune to the cold now." He throws his hands up in exasperation, taking Shang Qinghua's with him. "Can't be poisoned or get sick from anything I eat either. And even if I did I'd get thrown back into stuff and - I don't know, I already don't even have my own soul in my body and I just... my life is a lot? Everything is a lot? I don't know what to do. You're older than me. More experience. Please."

He turns to the other, tearing up a little. "... Please tell me what to do."

Okay. Nazi Captain America and... okay. That was a lot of information at once. Casper has had a bad fucking time in a pretty short span.

"I... I'm older, yeah, but I'm not... fuck. I don't want to like, give you orders. All I've ever known how to do is just... keep going? And try and... figure out how to survive in whatever situation. My parents don't want me around, so I'll try and make my own money. There's a demon killing my martial siblings, so I'll hug his thighs and cry and swear eternal loyalty so he maybe won't kill me too. I... I don't think I'm a very good role model, I'm... everyone knows I'm a traitor, now that Luo Binghe is the Demon Emperor, everyone knows I'm Mobei-Jun's spy. I'm a rat and I always have been. But... rats are pretty good at surviving. I don't... I'm just saying things I'm always just saying things I don't, I don't know how to be helpful, usually no one wants to talk to me at all much less ask me for help with anything other than getting intelligence on military movements or like their roof fixed, and..."

This is awkward up a tree, but he's pretty sure he could use a sword seal to get Kao Ci out in time to catch them if they fell, and-- it feels more useful than running his mouth. He leans over and wraps his arms around Casper. "I don't know why we're here. Maybe someone will turn up and tell us why we were kidnapped and then we have a new job and we don't have to worry about making it up ourselves. But... right now, at least, we just... we can pretend it's a vacation from the things controlling us, I guess. And the... the company is good."

"... Surviving is good enough sometimes. And I didn't even manage that." He leans into the touch, loosening up a little bit. "The company is good..."

Breathe, Casper. Breathe. "Sorry. I shouldn't have put all of that on you. You don't... you shouldn't have to deal with that too because you're kind enough to be, like... secondhand traumatized? Even without all of the details. You... you can be better than you think you are. System or no."

But can he?

"I mean, I didn't manage it either. I died because I spilled my ramen, like, it was completely pathetic." Hesitantly, he rubs Casper's back a little, trying to be comforting.

"You don't have to... it's okay. I don't know how to be like... helpful, but if you want to talk, I can listen? I'm not good for very much, but I can manage that. You're-- a lot better than me, but if you want me around for whatever reason, I'm here." No one has really ever actually wanted him around, not even Cucumber-bro, but... as long as Casper will put up with him, he'll be there.

"I... died at the hands of someone from my group. He shot my leg off. I was trying to prevent him from stealing a car that had kids in it and injecting them with gods know what? And he won the fight. Obviously. So whatever I tried to do didn't matter."

Did anything he did matter?

"I'm just... I'm trying to - like. You're - you and a few others here are the only people who've ever wanted me around? So it's like... what do I even do? My mother wants me as a chess piece, that's it. You... actually give a shit about me."

"Well, apparently that guy was the fucking worst, so it... matters that you know you aren't the fucking worst? Sometimes you... can't stop things. Like I--I tried to make the Immortal Alliance Conference less deadly than in the book, and it ended up being worse and also my king threw me into a tree for trying to protect my protagonist son, which, I should have known better, my bad, and anyway there's no way I could have precluded the Eternal Abyss arc and it was stupid to try, but... the point is sometimes people are shitty and sometimes they're stronger than you and you can't do anything about it, but you can't help trying anyway? I guess? I... you wanted to help people. Because you're a good person. Even if you couldn't--I think it matters."

"I... yeah. I definitely give a shit about you, and I'm not used to people wanting me around either. But... we can at least stick together, then? Two guys fucked over by shit we can't control. I've... never met anyone like you."

"He was. Caspian was... terrible in many ways." He listens to Shang Qinghua and tries to focus. He's... he's not really following, he feels like he's missing a lot of context, but... he squeezes a little tighter in the hug.

"I've... I've never met anyone like you, either. Can I..." No. He turns his face away, flushing. For all he knows this guy has a relationship, and he mentioned a son and he's just... he doesn't want to be That Guy.

Casper squeezes back tighter, so maybe he's doing something right, or at least vaguely useful?

"Can you what?" Oblivious, population Shang Qinghua. But Casper is turning away and blushing and... "I can't imagine there's much of anything you might want to do that I'd object to. I mean, um. Pretend that didn't sound pathetic."

"No, I - you've got a whole... you... you said something about your son, and I'm sure you have someone waiting for you at home, and I... I don't want to mess everything up just because I'm a stupid teenager with a crush and I can't..."

He has to control his inhibitions. He pulls away a bit and moves like he's preparing to hop off the branch, never mind how hight up they are.

"I-- no, my protagonist son, like, because he's the protagonist of my book I made him and he's sort of metaphorically my son and I feel vaguely proprietary about him, but also I'm pretty sure he would kill me if I said that to his face, he doesn't like me anyway. I don't have--I mean, if anyone is waiting for me it's just my king waiting for a report from his spy, and-- crush?" His voice goes up into a squeak. "You-- you're so nice and heroic and handsome and, and I'm a pathetic old cowardly weirdo? You-- please don't jump off the branch, I'm pretty sure I could catch you, but--you-- crush? On me??"

"I -" He pauses, his brain backtracking onto what he just said and covering his face with his hands. "Oh my gods..." His voice is muffled and he can't seem to even look in the other's direction. "And you're not pathetic? And if you're a weirdo so what? I'm also a weirdo. And I'd be fine if I jumped off but..."

He tries to take a deep breath, but there's a lump in his throat. "I... I mean... yeah. You're one of the first people who was ever nice to me, and you're really cute and I don't... I don't care if you're older and - I mean it's not like it would look weird unless people knew about the age gap and - never mind. You probably don't even want to... I just met you and I'm already rushing into... gods, I'm so sorry."

"I-- Casper you're so cute and nice and... nobody likes me, I can't believe you... I just, I, you would really... want? To... be, be associated? with? me?" His voice is cracking with nerves and he's not even phrasing this in a comprehensible way. "There are... presumably someone else on this boat is like, better than me? I... you don't need to be sorry, I'm not..." He reaches out to cover Casper's hands with his own, reasoning that it certainly made him feel some kind of way when Casper did that to him.

"I... I like you a lot." The age gap is... honestly the entire PIDW setting is so bizarre about ages that it doesn't register to him as much as it probably should. Once someone hits adulthood, no one really asks questions about how long they've been there. He's pretty sure some of Bing-ge's wives were like, three hundred years older than him. "I still don't... think there's anything you might want to do that I would... object to." He's pretty sure he is also blushing, now, but he's just going to have to live with that, his hands are busy.

"Well I like you, and I'm not nobody, am I?" He peeks over his hands and - oh, they're being taken from him and his face is still bright red. "I can't believe anyone gives a shit about me, not when I've been kicked by everyone and everything, sometimes literally? Especially when I'm down?"

Oh. Well. Hm. "I... I mean... can I... kiss you? I've never - I'm sorry if I'm terrible, I've never kissed anyone before and I just... you're the first person I've genuinely wanted to..." He's rambling again, so he trails off. Help.

"You're-- definitely not nobody. You're very somebody." Oh god Casper is so fucking cute when he blushes, help. "Somebody and I definitely give a shit and..."

"I--" Shang Qinghua has to swallow hard. "I've, um, never? Either? But-- yes?" He squeaks again, he cannot imagine how the image he is giving here is appealing, but Casper is certainly looking at him like he is. "Very yes?" His face is on fire and he might die? He's definitely leaning closer, he can't help it, not with Casper looking at him like that.

Edited (typo) 2024-02-28 20:03 (UTC)

"You aren't - oh. I. Um." Hm. How does he - you know what, fuck it. He adjusts his balance a little bit and leans forward to meet the other's lips, arms wrapping around his torso. He tugs and picks up the other as easily as he might pick up a bag of groceries and plops him on his lap. Shang Qinghua's lips are gentle and soft and gods does he suddenly just want to shove him against the tree trunk and kiss him until he can't breathe properly.

But he controls his urges - mostly - and tightens his grip around the other. It's protective and fierce and full of the desperate passion that only a repressed teenager can really exhibit.

Holy shit.

Casper's lips meet Shang Qinghua's and, oh. That's why people want to do this all the time, okay. Then Casper picks him up like he weighs nothing and puts him in his lap and Shang Qinghua is pretty sure he makes some kind of embarrassing noise because holy shit that was hot, Casper can mandhandle him whenever he wants. He wraps his arms around the other man's neck and absolutely loses himself in what he's pretty sure is the best first kiss anyone has ever had. Definitely better than Cucumber-bro's, ha ha, Airplane won at this one, his hot boy isn't trying to eat his lips.

...His hot boy? Maybe? He thinks he would really rather like that? He tries to put his sheer affection for Casper into the kiss alongside of his decades of loneliness, and he hopes Casper is keeping track of their balance because he doesn't really want to fall out of this tree but he's kind of too dizzy to be entirely positive whether they're tilting.

He grunts into the other's lips and holds him tightly before finally pulling back and pressing his head into the other's shoulder and... he's trying not to cry? It's only kind of working. "Th... thank you."

To be fair he does want to eat Airplane's lips but he's good enough at controlling himself to not do that. As it is he's doing his best to breathe like a normal person and not do exactly what he wants to do because he doesn't want to scare the other guy. "Um. ... Shit. What now?"

Do you thank people after kissing? Sure, why not. "Thank you, fuck." He's breathless with it, still wobbly.

"Now... uh. I don't know? You could... you can do that whenever you want. I. Um. We... tree. Um." Yeah, his brains have sort of melted, he's making even less sense than usual. "Mm. You're pretty."

"You're.. uh. Welcome?" He's not sure what people do after kissing either. "But. Uh. Yeah. Tree. We should... get down? I think?"

Wait. "Fr - from the tree, I mean!"

Shang Qinghua tries to sit up straighter. "Down. Yeah. I can-- fly back down." He thinks he can balance well enough for that, anyway. "Less-- falling, not in tree. Um. Yeah."

Casper just... gently places the older man on the branch next to him and whistles for Bob. The raven flutters down next to him and he closes his eyes for a moment. Large black wings appear on Casper's back, matching Bob's.

He opens the wings and glides downwards, landing on the deck near the tree. He grins up at the other, stretching his wings out as far as they can go.

Getting picked up and moved around has not gotten less hot.

But that's not the point right now. Shang Qinghua closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, steadying himself and trying to think about something other than Casper's mouth, then forms a sword seal with his hand and summons Kao Ci out to float where he can carefully step onto it, then drop nearly straight down to the ground, angling to land next to Casper, where he then makes Kao Ci float back up into reach and stows it back into its sheath.

"...You look good with wings," he says before he realizes he's going to say anything. But fuck, he does. The black feathers contrast against his blond hair and... god he's pretty.

"Oh." He ducks his head a little a bit. "Th... thanks." He walks over to the other and folds his wings around him. They're warm, if a little itchy. Still it's a good excuse to pull Shang Qinghua close. "Well. You look pretty good on that sword."

Definitely not thinking of something else. "I've got you. You're going to be safe. I promise I'll do everything I can to protect you."

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