[Open] I'm On A Boat

[helborn]

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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[airplaneskyward]

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.

[helborn]

"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."

[airplaneskyward]

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.

[helborn]

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?

[airplaneskyward]

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.

[helborn]

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.

[airplaneskyward]

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.

[helborn]

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.

[airplaneskyward]

“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.”

[helborn]

"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."

[airplaneskyward]

…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.

[helborn]

"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?

Kicked puppy 4 kicked puppy

[airplaneskyward]

“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.

[helborn]

"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."

[airplaneskyward]

“Don’t go,” he blurts, his hand convulsively tightening around Casper’s before he forces his fingers to loosen. “I mean. Um. Please. I would, um. You do make me feel safe? If you— wanted, I would. Um. It would be. Nice? Um.” He’s staring at the floor, face flushed. Don’t be too much, Airplane.

[helborn]

"It would be. Nice, I mean. I. Um. I just want you to feel safe... you deserve to feel safe." Maybe... maybe he does, too? He's not sure. He feels weird even thinking that. "Hey... it's okay. I'm here, okay?"

[airplaneskyward]

“You deserve to feel safe.” Airplane isn’t sure he has since the moment he died. “I’m sorry I’m… so much.” So fast, so loud, too much. It was bound to happen eventually, that he was too much for Casper. He just needs to be… less. Like he’s used to.

[helborn]

"I like the 'so much'. It's just a little... overwhelming? To go from no one caring to someone caring a lot? I promise you that it's not you, it's me." He wants to kiss the older man. He wants to cuddle. He's just... it's hard. It feels forbidden, off limits, and not just because of the gay thing. It feels like he's off limits, just by being... himself.

[airplaneskyward]

Airplane hesitantly edges a little closer. “I don’t know why anyone wouldn’t care about you. You’re amazing.” He’s still quieter than usual and looking down, holding himself back. “I don’t want to—overwhelm you. I just—as long as you’re happy, I— yeah.” He’s so used to contempt and anger and disgust, to no one liking anything about him, because what is there to like? It’s hard to believe in actually being liked, and so very easy to believe that he shouldn’t delude himself that anyone would want him around.

[helborn]

"No, it's... it's okay. I just... I'm used to people hating me. I could tell you all of the things they called me but I don't think that you'd want to hear it. Gods know I don't. ... But you don't think I'm a failure. You don't... think that my feelings don't matter. You're... so, so sweet." He shakes his head and takes a deep breath.

"I just want you to be happy, too."

[airplaneskyward]

“I don’t think anyone in any universe has ever thought I was sweet before.” He squeezes Casper’s hand a little, looking nervously up at him through his lashes. “You’re not a failure, and you matter so much, and… you make me happy, I just… I know I’m always too much, and I don’t want to come on too strong, and I don’t want to take advantage of you, and you’re so sweet and, and real and— amazing and— I don’t know how anyone could like me, much less someone like you.”

[helborn]

"You're not - if I thought you were taking advantage of me, we wouldn't be having this conversation." He'd either have left or he would have ended up fighting the other to either a standstill or until one of them wasn't able to move. He doesn't like that thought.

"I feel the same. I just... I don't know how anyone could dislike you."

[airplaneskyward]

Airplane smiles wryly. “Very easily. I talk too much and I don’t have much of a filter and I’m a coward and I’m annoying and I grovel too much or too little or…” There are a lot of reasons no one likes him, it’s hard to pick. “And I’m a sleazy scum traitor spy, of course.”

[helborn]

"And I talk too little and when I do I don't have a filter. And I'm a weird kid who's just plain creepy and I don't know anyone because I just moved. And then I became a coward when it came to fighting until I got killed, and then I was just a slightly useful pawn. And then I got too strong and now I'm literally half ichor and... yeah. I get it."

They're both the two losers that no one in the class (or group) likes. ... But losers have to stick together. That's what media's taught him, at least.

[airplaneskyward]

Gay virgin losers unite, or something.

“I don’t think you’re creepy. Honestly if anything you’re… so righteous I don’t know why you’d want anything to do with me. Righteous people generally don’t. Heroes. Not with cowardly traitor scum. You’re a better person than I am.” He pauses, eyes Casper. “Can I ask what ichor is?”