middaeg | You said let's revel in our time [closed & open]

[No notes allowed. Interesting. Well, at least Dazai isn't nearly as keen on taking notes as Kunikida, so -- that rule won't be an issue. He's not dissuaded from taking these lessons, after all.

It's pretty much inevitable at this point that he is, in fact, slowly turning into a vampire. Why this is, he still has no idea, and he'd love to figure that out; however, his first priority is getting used to these changes. Blood is messy, after all, so the fact alone that he'll soon have to survive by only consuming that substance is somewhat unnerving. He'd consumed blood once now, back during that first dream, and the one he'd fed from was his closest friend -- the one person he thought he'd truly never see again.

If he could be selfish, he'd state that he never wants to lose him, but he knows that may not be an option. Oda could vanish in the blink of an eye; this place is unpredictable, Dazai knows that much at this point, at least.

Currently, however, he knows one thing for certain -- that he and his closest friend are outside of the city's walls, waiting to be led to the edge of the Wilde.]

I wonder what adventures await us, Odasaku! [He beams; honestly, he's excited to see what he learns today. Even without No Longer Human, he's confident that the two of them will remain unscathed during this excursion, and he's also confident that by the end of the day, he'll have learned something about being a vampire. Perhaps -- some recipes or similar 'mundane' tidbits.]

[Did Dazai agree to trekking through the Wilde for some important and crucial lessons on being the Best Vampire He Can Be with Akutagawa? Apparently, he had, possibly after having one too many drinks, so --

He's currently stuck standing next to his former protege, waiting for a rowboat to take. When it's their turn to hop into one, he does with no hesitation whatsoever, gesturing idly for the other man to follow suit. Once Akutagawa is in the rowboat across from Dazai, the brunette will insist he do most of the rowing.

Yes, Dazai is going to take advantage of the impressionable man's company for this. Why wouldn't he?]

Get us there safely, Akutagawa-kun! We have a long journey ahead of us, and so much information to learn! [He'll just grin like an idiot while he says this.]

[ details, details-- why dazai agreed to this, akutagawa won't question. instead, he vows to use this opportunity to prove to dazai that his trust hasn't been misplaced. akutagawa is going to be the most worthy ally dazai can have in a place like this, totally more worthy than that dork!! oda sakunosuke!!!, and it all starts here...

...by rowing them out to their destination in the wilde. inwardly, akutagawa couldn't be less excited to perform a task, but the disdain doesn't reach his expression. instead, he remains focused, plopping his ass down onto the seat.

as he clutches the handles of the oars-- ]

Yes, Dazai-san. You have nothing to worry about. I will see to it that our journey is swift and--

[ ...why aren't they moving?! akutagawa tries pulling at the handles again, and they simply refuse to budge, as if they were stuck in a river of cement. akutagawa gives a grunt of frustration as he strains at the damned things. SAY THE MAGIC WORD, BOZOS. ]

[Yeah, Akutagawa can keep thinking that he has a chance to become Dazai's most worthy ally here, but that's just not going to happen. Unless Oda leaves, but --

That would present a whole bunch of other problems ~~namely, a sad Dazai~~, so that's not even worth spending a moment of thought over. Instead, Dazai is content enough just using his former protege for his needs. Which in this case, means paddling the rowboat.

He can't help but blink a few times as he watches the other man try (and fail) to get the rowboat started. Hm.

Before Dazai can come up with a Master Plan to help get things rolling, here, the Witch guiding the expedition notices their plight and gestures, uttering some word that he can't really pick up on. But the oars start to move on their own, which both delight and fascinate the detective.]

Oh!

Well, I suppose these oars have some magic in them. [He'll poke at a handle out of curiosity, not that doing so will teach him a thing.

After a short amount of time, the air will turn cool, sending a chill right down Dazai's spine. He's still wearing his standard trenchcoat, but it's thin -- not thick enough to block the bitter cold.]

Cold. It's -- very cold. [Are his teeth chattering a little? Yes, yes they are.]

[ akutagawa is only paying half-attention to his surroundings, so he ends up starting when the boat begins to suddenly move. he gives dazai a tight frown, but otherwise remains silent as usual. he ends up sitting, arms and legs crossed, and watching the scenery as dazai eventually settles down.

the quiet is appreciated, because there really is something curiously beautiful about the tundra-like landscape, and akutagawa is just about to treat himself to some deep and poetic thought, but dazai is once again a distraction. ]

Mm. Yes... It is.

[ akutagawa glances at him, and dazai looks utterly miserable. why he didn't wear any extra layers is beyond akutagawa, but he supposes not everyone gets cold easily like he does-- and anyway, his trench coat is just enough to keep the cold from being uncomfortable.

as much as akutagawa would like to offer dazai his coat (which is, not at all), he knows there's no possible way his sickly body wouldn't catch its borderline death out in these elements. he would definitely get sick, and seriously ill at that knowing his lungs. akutagawa knows how to take care of himself in such situations, but why risk it?

plus, dazai is a big boy with fully operational lungs. he'll be fine. ]

[In a way, Dazai is genuinely impressed with how well Akutagawa is handling the sudden change in temperature. He's a sickly man, very thin in stature (much like Dazai,) so the fact alone that he isn't freezing at all is -- well, it's enough to elicit a comment from Dazai:]

How are you handling this?

[The trenchcoat he's wearing can't be that thick; Dazai remembers it well enough from his days in the Mafia. It's not a winter coat or a puffer jacket, or anything of the like. It's relatively thin, enough to where bitter cold can pierce right through it if it wants.

Wrapping his arms around his chest just a little tighter, Dazai attempts to clench his teeth so they no longer chatter. He doesn't bother to say anything, not even a word, since doing so would break his focus. But thankfully, the boat ride doesn't take long, and before he realizes it, they've arrived at a camp.

Camps tend to have campfires, so he's excited.]

Looks like we've arrived. Hah -- finally!

[When the boat is docked by the power of magic, just like how the oars had moved on their own, Dazai hops out from his seat and restlessly bounces around on his feet while he waits for the other man to follow.]

[ truthfully, akutagawa is cold, but curiously enough, it isn't as painful or all-encompassing as it usually is for him. while he isn't necessarily warm at the moment, he almost feels as if he'd gone for a brisk jog or something to that effect already. this has been the situation for days, honestly, but akutagawa chalked it up to an oncoming fever or something of the sort.

akutagawa looks to dazai at his question, before how cold it really must be truly dawns on him. he has to admit, it is a little jarring to have his body temperature heightened like this, but it isn't a bad thing for right now. that being said, he has no intention of letting dazai in on the minute change in his body, lest the other man fuss him into leaving this excursion. he does not want to look weak in front of dazai!!! ]

I'm fine. There's no need to be concerned for me.

[ he's grateful for the silence, since no conversation means no chance of him saying something balls-to-the-wall crazy or awkward, but akutagawa is grateful as well when they finally make dock. with deliberate, elegant steps, akutagawa follows dazai out of the boat, before looking to and fro. there are a few other boats that had landed before them, akutagawa notes. ]

I wager the camp is that way.

[ he nods towards That Way, a wall of evergreens. ]

There are footprints, coupled by the lingering scent, of other people in that direction. Everything is probably just behind those trees.

[ their fellow monsters and witches sure smell...strong. akutagawa wrinkles his nose. ]

I smell fire as well.

[Considering the fact that Dazai's body has been undergoing changes as well, he wouldn't be surprised at all to hear that Akutagawa's is undergoing something. If anything, Dazai could hazard a guess that there has to be a change of some sort occurring, seeing as how he's handling the sharp temperature change so well.

But for now, he personally needs that campfire. Badly.]

You smell all of that? [Wait.

What?

Since when can his former protege pick up on scents like this? Dazai blinks and tilts his head a moment as he ponders the possibilities. He doesn't have an acute sense of smell, not at all, so if Akutagawa is changing in any way, shape or form, he can't possibly be turning into a vampire. Which means that he may be shifting into a different type of monster altogether.]

Hm. Now I'm curious -- have you felt different since arriving here?

[He'll walk in the direction of those evergreens as he asks this, because he needs the warmth of that fire like, yesterday.]

Change in what you want to eat, perhaps?

[cont from here.

Dazai follows Everett into the first bedroom, and is slightly surprised at the small desk in the corner. The cottage certainly seems well furnished, especially considering that it was free to rent. Which is still incredibly fishy to him, but --

He's a bit too riled up at this point to think too in-depth about the whys or hows behind the cottage being so easily rented, so he'll just make his way over to that bed and sit on the end, crossing his legs with a very wide smile on his face. He'll then shrug off his trench coat and toss it onto the floor. However, his vest and dress shirt will remain on, since -- a near-stranger doesn't need to see his myriad of bandages.]

This will do. Tell me, before we start -- are you in the mood for anything specific tonight?

I'm a versatile man.[and an experienced one, but he won't say that, too uncouth. He closes the door to the bedroom behind him and steps out from his boots. His overcoat and the ribbon looped around his neck are next to be shrugged away, though he'll fold both and set them neatly upon the desk. The ribbon is rather peculiar, far too thin to be a scarf, more like a very long blindfold. One end clatters against the desk as he sets it down, a pair of rings dangling there.

With those out of the way, he has only his tunic, slacks, and gloves left on. And glasses, of course. No getting those or his gloves off of him, which he adjusts with a tug.]

You're the one who seems to have certain preferences. What is it you want?

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[He'll watch Everett remove those (admittedly many) layers of clothing, nodding slowly all the while. He does, at least, kick off his own dress shoes while he observes, so that he's not just wasting time. His pants remain on for the time being, though.]

Oh, I just want to have fun~ [He teases, turning his head to watch where that scarf now lies. It's an interesting piece of cloth, one that could certainly be used in interesting ways.]

But if you need specifics, that cloth you've just placed on the desk -- it looks useful. Bring it here.

[Everett raises an eyebrow at the request, looking back to the ribbon, before firmly denying the request.]

No, it will remain where it is. That is not meant for games. [it didn't have it's magical qualities here, Everett knew, but he still saw it with more significance than any other piece of long fabric.

He crosses to Dazai and pointedly straddles the other man's lap. Stating his intentions outright,]

I shall need to distract you in other ways.

[Dazai pouts at that, since he was genuinely hoping to have that cloth used on him, to cover his eyes and add an extra thrill to all of this. But --

He can't force Everett to indulge, so he quickly smiles again and sighs contentedly when his lap is straddled.]

And what ways are you speaking of?

[He'll lift a hand to place a finger on the other man's lips, but only for a moment. That hand slides away as quickly as it was brought forward, and he leans in to press their lips together for a quick, but still heated kiss.]

[The answer is best given without words. Everett would rather meet the kiss and expression his intentions that way. Dazai may mean for it to be brief, but Everett pushes to length it. His arms wrap around Dazai's shoulders, one cradling the back of the man's fluffy hair. Everett's lips are soft, just he kisses with a demanding manner. A man at his age and experience isn't going to be shy, or at least he isn't going to be.

He'll also let more of his weight relax down into Dazai's lap. He's not grinding against the man, though he had every opportunity too. The restraint is better, he thinks Dazai will find that more intriguing than Everett giving everything away upfront.]

[Even though Dazai had intended for the kiss to be brief, he doesn't protest by action at all when it's prolonged and deepened. Instead, he finds himself gasping a few quiet moans into it, his tongue pushing forward to explore the other man's mouth. Which, interestingly enough, still has hints of that coffee from earlier lingering about.

The weight on his lap is nice, very nice, and he soon tries to push his hips upward a little to start grinding on his own. He's slightly impatient; it'd been a while since he'd done anything intimate, admittedly.]

[Contrasted to the building tension, Everett is relaxing more and more into the act. His hands combs through Dazai's hair with an affectionate touch, encouraging each moan. The older man has a distinct sort of tenderness about him, open and accepting. His lips part around Dazai's tongue, lapping at him in return. That drives a hum of his own, appreciative of the feeling, soft and wet within his mouth. A little bitter from the coffee, but also invigorating.

When he breaks the kiss for air, there's a line of saliva between them. Everett can't help but lean back in briefly to lap it free of Dazai's lips.]

To your liking, sir?

[Dazai had been getting so involved and so lost in that kiss, that when it's broken, he has to blink a few times to even register that realization -- and then he smiles a very wide smile.]

What do you think?

[There's no need for him to blatantly state how that made him feel; he's clearly hard from the kiss and the very gentle lifting of his hips alone, really.]

But that's not all you want to do, right? Don't leave me all bothered like this~

Mmn, no, not all. Not by far. [Everett responds with a light, but promising tone. Another, shorter kiss. The hand not in Dazai's hair slinks forward, palming flat down the other man's chest in a languid motion]

I suppose what I want depends on you more than anything. I'm not going to get on my knees if you're a one-and-done sort. [another hum, playfully sizing Dazai up]

You don't seem that kind. You're a lively man, aren't you? [and would reciprocate in some way, at least, if Dazai wanted any hope of returning to Everett's bed, he wouldn't leave the older man in the cold so to speak]

One and done? [Oh.

Well, Dazai can't say he doesn't give off that sort of vibe, but that's not the case right now. With a chuckle:]

I'm not like that, don't worry! [He's just not one to commit, for various reasons.] But I am kind.

[He'll make a point to run his fingers through the other man's hair, playfully, as he adds:]

I'm lively, too. Quite lively.

If that's so, then I shall treat you. I'll be counting on that to be well reciprocated. [he teases, giving one longer, lewd kiss to punctuate. When that breaks, his lips still wet form it, Everett crawls off the man's lap to rest on his knees. He opens Dazai's thighs to fit between, reaching to undo the man's belt and pants.

Revealing Dazai's cock, he gives it a long look up and down the length. It's always a curious moment, seeing someone exposed for the first time. A curious moment that always turns Everett on.]

Go ahead and count on it. I won't disappoint you.

[That kiss leaves Dazai wanting more, as evidenced by his reaction of leaning forward quite a bit -- nearly toppling over. He manages to catch himself, though, and his eyes simply fall to Everett's hands. When his length is exposed to the air of the room, he lets out a quiet gasp, and then --]

You seem to be inspecting me. Were you expecting that to be bandaged, too?

[Okay, that's get a real laugh out of Everett.]

No, no, I hadn't thought that! I would have been quite surprised, had that been the case. [Everett continues to smile, enjoying the the laughter and breezy mood. He kisses the tip of Dazai's cock and laps it over with his tongue, eyes lidded upward to the man to seek some approval. Everett knows he's a pretty face to have between one's legs.]

[ akutagawa blinks, taken back by how incredulous dazai seems of his observations. the fire, the stench of other people... all of it seems fairly obvious to him. ]

Yes. Of course. Do you mean to tell me you do not?

[ at first he wagers it might have something to do with blood and scent and vampires, some lore he isn't aware of, but the more dazai seems to ponder, the more akutagawa has his doubts about that as well. he, too, assumed he would change in some way since he isn't a witch, but nothing has outwardly appeared, unlike what he's seen happen to others. ]

I suppose I have had a craving for meat and tubers lately...

[ any kind of meat he could get his hands on, really. he's always liked squashes and taters n crap, but he's been ravenous for them lately. ]

Ah, and blueberries. Especially blueberries.

[ meat, squishes, and blueberries......the favorite foods of dogs...or wolves... how peculiar! ]

[continued from here]

[As he listens to those words, Dazai pulls away from the other man to sit dead center on his stool again, turning slightly to finish his drink. The bottle he'd poured into both glasses is about halfway empty, but he doesn't really want any more right now. Figuring that he can just take the remains, and the unopened bottle to their new place, he reaches across the counter to retrieve the cork that had kept the bottle closed and gently sets it into the opening, and then finally turns to face Oda once again.

He's smiling, but it's clear that the threat of tears are lingering in the corners of his eyes. This has been an emotional rollercoaster, of sorts, for Dazai -- something he's not quite used to actually expressing. But with Oda, he feels as if he can express these feelings. He trusts him; he cares about him tremendously.

Which is why, when Oda is finished speaking, Dazai pays for his bottle (he can't afford paying for both, otherwise he would) and jumps off of his stool, reaching for his friend's hand again.]

Let's get that house. Grab the two bottles, please.

[This is all he says; this is all he can say for now -- before even giving the other man a moment to speak, he'll have tugged on that hand to drag him out of the bar and down the block to where he believes one is to go to arrange living situations. Dazai makes a point to request a house, and not an apartment, since he knows he may very well have to bond with at least one other person in the future. He's planning for it; he's planning for needing the extra space.

Thankfully, a house is available, and even though he's sure there has to be some sort of catch involved, he takes it, receiving two keys and handing one to Oda.]

From this moment forward, the two of us have begun a new life.

[He sighs contentedly, and then:]

I know where this house is, I think. Come, let's go and get settled.

[With that, he'll lead Oda to their new house, which isn't too far away. It's fairly big, which should work out, all things considered, but Dazai doesn't feel the need to stand outside and admire how it looks. He wants to unlock the door and celebrate -- celebrate their reunion and their future.]

No.

[Honestly, Dazai's sense of smell has been the same as it has always been, though he has found himself more interested in consuming meat that's closer to rare than well-done. But considering his dream where he'd reunited with Oda, he's not surprised. He's expecting, based off of that dream and his theory about the future, that he'll be turning into a vampire in time.

He's not quite sure how he'll be coping with that, but Akutagawa and Oda have both said that they'll help with the feeding part of the transformation, at least.]

I see. Aren't those the things that -- wolves and dogs eat? [He's no expert on that, but he can guess. And his guess is that Akutagawa may be changing into a dog.

Dazai hates dogs, so --]

You're a dog, aren't you? Taking the nickname of yours literally, hm.

[He makes it to the campfire and sits on a log adjacent to it, rubbing his hands together vigorously.]

Not the way to get on my good side, Akutagawa-kun.

You said let's revel in our time [closed & open]

[closed] Oda - Wilder Training

[closed] Akutagawa - Wilder Training

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[closed] Everett - intro log continuation (NSFW)

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[closed] Oda - intro log continuation

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