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.]

[Wildcard]

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"You're a writer, close enough." He chuckles at the question and leans in to press a soft kiss to the other's lips. It's brief and gentle and he pulls back, wrapping an arm around the other's shoulders. "You're amazing."

It's weird. He should be terrified of all of this... but he's not. He's just glad that he's here with Shang Qinghua. It's hard to even believe that someone would care about him like this, but... it's nice.

He leans against Casper. "I'm certainly lucky you think I am. Sort of... unbelievably lucky, honestly, after the kind of bad luck it was to end up having to be Shang Qinghua. I didn't think I could have good luck. But meeting you here was... very lucky."

"... Given my life I wasn't sure I could be lucky either. But you make me feel lucky and happy." He kisses the other man's jaw, letting out a slow breath. "Man, you wrote yourself being gorgeous. Though it'd be nice to know... the you from before, too." Not that he's not happy! He just... really wants to know the other.

He is absolutely melting from the affection. "I-- wasn't much to write home about. Weedy little NEET, like I said. I'm not even that much to write home about as far as cultivators go, it's just that everyone in the webnovel is so beautiful that average looks like this. I--" He bites his lip. "Shang Beida. Was my name, before." He's never told anyone that, not even Cucumber-bro knows. It's... he tries not to think, usually, about the dissonance between who he is and who he's been forced to be, but being able to be so honest with Casper is making the seams show more than he's used to.

"I mean I... was kind of the same. Still am. Skinny nerd... weird hair, and at school I'd always smell like the funeral home." But he listens and nods, stroking the other's hair. "... Which would you prefer I call you?"

Look, he understands people change their names sometimes. He's not fully sure why at times but it'd be rude to not call them what they want to be called.

"Um. I. I don't? Know? The only thing I've been called other than Shang Qinghua is Airplane, after my username, by Cucumber-bro. I... Maybe I could remember how to be Shang Beida and not Shang Qinghua? But I've introduced myself to everyone I've talked to as Shang Qinghua, so it would probably confuse people if. Um. I don't know."

He looks down, blushing bright red. "You... could call me baobei, if you wanted. It's like. Um. Like. A cute thing people call like. People they're. Dating. It means like... treasured or darling kind of thing. Um."

"... Hey. You do what makes you comfortable." He leans against him gently, making sure that he's not using too much force. "I don't want to make you feel weird about it." As for the pet name...

... Well. That's definitely getting his face red. "Baobei... that's cute... I could call you pet names in German but it might be weird. I can... teach you a little if you want. I don't really know any Chinese and I bet you don't know German, so... maybe it'd be fun."

"It's not... bad weird? I'm just... really I'm not used to being allowed to think about what I want? Like, the system would never let me go around trying to not be Shang Qinghua. But it's not... it went on standby after I got here, it just gives me a low battery icon when I try to poke it. But... it might be? Nice? To try and... be my own person, who isn't Shang Qinghua?"

Glancing up through his eyelashes reveals that Casper is also blushing, and god he's so cute... "That sounds? Nice? I don't know German, no. I know, um, some English, I've forgotten a lot of it because I didn't have any use for it for so long." In deliberate English, then, carefully pronounced: "You're cute and I like you."

"I just want you to be you." He smiles and leans his head on the other's shoulder. "Because I like you." He can't help but smile at the English, the corners of his mouth tugging upwards. "Good. I... can't respond in Chinese at all, but I - hm." He runs through all the ways he could say 'I love you' in German and just settles on -

"Ich liebe dich, mein Engel." Then he presses another kiss to Shang Qinghua's lips while he's trying to figure that one out.

Shang (Beida?) knows enough English to know that that German sounds a lot like… oh, and now Casper is kissing him again, and he’s happy to give up amateur mental translation in favor of returning the kiss with interest.

“You being you is… more than I could ever ask for,” he manages breathlessly when he pulls away. “I… did you say… that sounded like ‘angel’?” He’s… he knows it’s a western thing to be more forward with your feelings than just saying ‘like’… he wants to return with… “你是我的心爱.” He’s pretty sure he’s blushing even though he knows Casper can’t understand him.

Oh. Well. He laughs a little bit as Shang pulls away. "Yes. I said 'I l -'" Hang on, he has to say it in English and it's so hard to say. "- love... you, my angel." His face is way too red for this, fuck. He's usually so pale!

"... No idea what you just said, but thank you? Probably?"

He blushes furiously. Casper loves him. “I, um. I said… you are my beloved.” He can’t look at Casper while he says it, speaking too fast.

"O - oh." He feels like he's blushing harder but that's not possible at this point? "I... thank you, schatzi. That's... um. Little treasure."

Fuck, how can Casper be so goddamn sweet. “心爱,” he repeats. “Beloved.” Then he hurls himself at Casper to kiss him again before he can blush any harder, wrapping his arms around his neck.

He wraps his arms around Shang Qinghua's waist and kisses him back, parting his lips a little. His breath is warm, but his face feels warmer. Gods, how did he get so lucky?

Casper’s lips part, and Shang Beida doesn’t really know what he’s doing, but… the man in his arms is sweet and warm and he loves him and… he hesitantly runs his tongue over Casper’s lip.

He's not... sure how to proceed. He just knows that he wants the other's tongue in his mouth and everything feels okay for the moment and he's breathing slowly, closing his eyes. He just wants the other to enjoy this... he groans against the other, widening his mouth and taking slow, careful breaths.

Casper groans into his mouth and opens his lips more, and okay, he’s doing something right. He tangles a hand in Casper’s hair and… he’s written probably thousands of kisses but he doesn’t think he actually wants to establish dominance with his tongue that actually sounds sort of weird now. Why did anyone want to read his never-kissed virgin nonsense when he had no idea it felt like this? He’s… reasonably confident that putting his tongue in Casper’s mouth is a normal thing to do, so he slides it forward and along Casper’s tongue and oh fuck he still doesn’t know what he’s doing but making out is definitely amazing.

Casper... doesn't know what he's doing either, and the realization gets him to laugh. He pauses and pulls back, realizing how that might come off. "Sorry... not laughing at you. Just... laughing at myself. For all the uh... media online... it's not like they teach you how to kiss." Or probably how to do anything accurately.

“I wrote explicit media online and it sure didn’t tell anyone what to do because I certainly didn’t have any idea.” He grins ruefully at his… his boyfriend, cheeks still flushed. “But I think we’re doing an okay job figuring it out.”

"Yeah. I... sorry. I just... maybe we should slow down a little. Not that I don't want... to kiss you. I do. A lot. But um. ... I think we might just be too excited." At being treated decently for once, to start. "... We can't stand here all day and kiss. Maybe we should find somewhere to curl up."

…oh. “Of- of course.” He disentangles himself from Casper and steps back, biting his lip. “Um. We— it’s probably about time for lunch?” He knew he was going to end up coming on too strong. He just— as long as he lets Casper make the decisions it’ll be fine, right? Then he definitely won’t be doing anything the younger man doesn’t want.

"No, I -" Shit. He said something wrong. "Sorry if I made you feel weird about it? I just... I'm just afraid of doing it wrong, or - or something like that. I don't want to hurt you. In... in any way." He squeezes the other's hand. "I just want... I want us to both not have to rush. I mean, I don't know how long we're going to be stuck here, but I... I think - I hope - we have more time to do... stuff like that. And I know there's not a lot of us but this is kind of... um. Public?"

He's already been very embarrassing already. What if someone walks in?

“It didn’t feel wrong.” His voice is kind of small still and he can’t help it. He fucked up, he went too fast, and now he needs to wind himself back in. “We— you can— set the pace. Whatever you want.” He glances around the deck. This probably does kinda count as public, and Casper is from a more homophobic time, and he’s just with his stupid stallion novel sensibilities… “I think some of the, um, rooms have been cleared out, if we wanted… privacy.” Is that too fast? “Or— whatever you want.” He tries not to tighten his hand on Casper’s too much, to be too much of a clingy weirdo. He needs to remember not to follow his instincts. He doesn’t have good ones.

"No, no. It's okay." He considers giving him a kiss now, but that feels too much like trying to make it up to him. "A room would be nice. At least somewhere to relax a little bit... maybe we should sleep to -" Nope. Nope nope nope nope nope. Try that again.

"We could sleep... near each other... so that we feel safe. Unless... unless I made you feel really bad, and I can... I can leave, if you want."

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