dappledleaves | THE WORLD: PSL LIFE

[ Oria smiles as he walks over to where Sinclair is. He's happy. Hearing Sinclair laugh like this is amazing. It fills his heart with so much love. The genuine excitement that Oria can rarely see in others is always a pleasant surprise to encounter.

The waters sparkle in the color of Oria's eyes, twinkling like a night sky full of bright stars. ]

Pretty, right?

[ This blue always reminds him of Oria now, electric and full of life. The water spills from his fingers, glowing blue droplets scattering and he watches fascinated as the waves kiss the shoreline, the ocean glittering with life.]

It's amazing.

[ His heart feels so full; he knows how Oria is. He doesn't get sentimental for these things on his own. So for him to have specifically picked this place...

He reaches out with a damp hand, fingers curling around Oria's as he draws him onto a soft kiss]

Thank you.

[ Regardless of how Sinclair's hands are at the moment, Oria doesn't care. He's been longing to have Sinclair by his head for the past several months. He missed having him so close. The familiarity in how he smells, feels, and just how warm he is physically and emotionally makes Oria feel comfortable and relaxed.

And he only wants more and more.

However, he holds himself back, only leaning in close to Sinclair to return the kiss, short and sweet. ]

Even with everything, you're always on my mind.

[ Longing rises up in his chest but he restrains it, getting his fill by stealing another short kiss. He never doubted Oria would keep loving him over the distance... but it still overwhelms him to know Oria had been thinking of all these things that would make him happy.]

Did you? [ He rests his head against Oria's shoulder. He had missed this too; Oria's steady strength, his warmth, the little gestures he did to show his concern, his lip love...]

I thought about you too. Constantly.

[ Part of his motivation with rehab had been Oria; they had promised a date at a skate park. If he wasn't better soon enough, then there was no way that would be happening]

[ There's really something that hits differently if it's Sinclair saying it. The tips of his ears go red and he feels it stinging, which just heightens his embarrassment a smidge more. He hopes Sinclair doesn't see it with how dark it is, but there's at least a dim light source behind them. ]

You're so sweet.

[ Honeymoon period still hasn't ended despite their distance and time. He turns his head to kiss the side of Sinclair's that's resting on his shoulder, quietly sighs next to his ear and nuzzles his head a little. ]

I love you...

[Sinclair does see a glimpse of it the pink ears and he can't help be a little tickled. After all the lengths Oria went to to show him something new...

He tilts his head to the side to kiss Oria's neck in turn, soft, still chaste]

I love you too.

[The honeymoon period will never end, honestly]

[ Oria doesn't initiate hugs, but when he does, they're very tight and probably more meaningful than not, especially since now they're in their real bodies. He hugs Sinclair tight as if even letting the slightest slip would mean Sinclair had to leave again, but time is always ticking to that countdown regardless.

He quietly breathes out and loosens the hold, but still remains with the hug. ]

... Don't be too surprised when I say this, but... I want you with me more. I missed you so much.

[ In hindsight, this shouldn't be surprising at all with what Oria admitted, but he doesn't want to seem clingy. He's always been an independent person, but he's definitely saying this in a clingy manner. Grats on seeing the new facet, Sinclair. ]

I'm half-tempted to keep you here and force some more leave, but I need to be responsible...

[ Oria does his best to act his age most of the time, but there are moments when it naturally comes out like this. ]

[Sinclair has always loved it when Oria initiates a hug; he knows how rarely Oria does it, but when he does, Sinclair feels safe. Wanted. He doesn't want to let go even once. He lets out a soft noise of agreement, as he holds Oria back just as tightly, eyes closing as the feelings overwhelm him a little. He had been trying to hold back all this time, but when Oria admits to his desires, his own clingy selfish wants come rising up all over again]

...I wouldn't mind if you could steal me away for a little longer. [Sinclair admits, nuzzling onto Oria's next] I wish I was closer...

[ Oria laughs a little. ]

Don't say that... I might really be tempted to do it.

[ And he knows that's wrong. He's rich, so he must be able to do whatever he'd like, whenever he wants. But it's not like Oria to meddle too much. "The rich are all-too powerful and money can solve everything" is often the answer most people often arrive at. Still, his pride won't let him. ]

And you know I will.

Mm... [And it's that knowledge Oria has too much pride to interfere that has Sinclair feeling warm and wistful all at once. He tilts his head up and kisses Oria again]

I know. [Which is why he wont say it again, even if the longing feels overpowering sometimes. He had his own sense of pride in his work too] That's why we should make the most of today and tomorrow morning.

[ Oria sighs and looks at Sinclair before he deflates a little. ]

You know what we should do?

Hmm?

[Sinclair blinks up at him in questioning. He's enjoying this hug]

We should make out.

[ Most unromantic. Ever. ]

[...

Why does Oria always do this]

Ah.

[He pretends to consider it, but he's tugging Oria down for another soft kiss anyway]

Out here?

[ He gives Sinclair a small kiss in return and smiles. ]

I don't hear you saying "no". But if you want, we can go hide behind the rocks. It'll be darker there.

[ Though colder. He doesn't think he has to mention that though. It's breezy and they're right next to the ocean. ]

Why would I say no?

[But he does tug Oria towards the rocks. He does not want Michel or anyone else walking in on them, thanks. It'll be colder, but Oria is plenty warm]

Because you were acting like you had a hard time deciding.

[ Oria isn't too into doing things in public either, but the house has too many people and it has a much higher chance to be walked in on with how chaotic the group is sometimes. He doesn't want that, so he'd prefer it here, hidden behind the rocks. Maybe it'll be nice, since they're approaching summer-like weather, so it's not freezing.

But once they get there, Oria gently pins Sinclair by the shoulders to one of the bigger rocks that's much larger than both of them. He wants to kiss him so bad, so he won't wait any longer. Lips meet lips again, but it's not as gentle as before. He already starts gradually letting go of the inhibition that kept him restrained for so long in public.

After some seconds of that, he parts the kiss briefly. ]

Let's try not to make it too obvious though, hm?

[ And he resumes the kiss right away. ]

[Sinclair feels his pulse quicken immediately when Oria pins him to a boulder. He blinks up at Oria, a little dazed and nods, reaching up to curl his fingers against Oria's neck]

Mm-

[But Oria is already kissing him before he can really voice his agreement, but Sinclair melts into it anyway, kissing Oria just as heatedly. It's been so long and they had been holding back all day]</small.

[ It feels good to kiss Sinclair like this. He missed this so much, particularly in reality. All the moments in thr game felt real, but it was of a construed digital self. It wasn't really him in a sense. Despite that, either way, he presses on in the kiss very insistently. There's no more patience. He will eat him up right now greedily and savor every moment of it. ]

[ He anchors himself against Oria's shoulders, tightening his grip against him as he arches his body up, drinking in every moment of this kiss. This is real, and Sinclair is all the more aware of it now, after two months of living in a different plane of existence, so to speak. His own wants, selfish and greedy, hadn't ebbed one bit in their time apart. So he nips at Oria's lip, coaxing his lips apart, wanting to make it clear that between there and here, nothing had changed for him.]

[ Oria would also want to echo that there isn't anything different from him in the game and here, but there's a glaring difference if you happen to know. He's still bothered by it, even though he knows that Sinclair is always sincere and will love him anyway regarding his problem. He wishes his fears could be processed easily and do away with it, but getting over heights is a little different from this issue in particular.

He parts his lips, welcoming Sinclair's tongue inside. The kiss continues deeply with so much desire and wanting as one of his hands card through Sinclair's hair. ]

[ He's always loved the feeling of Oria's fingers through his hair, and he kisses more intently, licking against the roof of Oria's mouth. The strength of how much he loves Oria and wants him sometimes embarrasses Sinclair. But he knows Oria wants him just as much from this one kiss alone and that sets him at ease too.

His hands squeeze a little more tightly at Oria's shoulders. His own hair is as fluffy as ever, a touch longer from when they had last seen each other in person, but still falling with the same gentle waves as before.

But if Oria touches Sinclair's ears, he might notice Sinclair has a pair of very small and delicate lobe piercings he never had before - fairly recent too since they're still a little tender]

[ He's seen them every since he locked eyes with Sinclair in this place. He's been meaning to ask about it, but he supposes he can find out now. Sort of. After he's had his fill of combing through Sinclair's hair with his fingers, the hand lowers to brush the earlobe with a thumb. With their lips still together: ]

When did you get this?

Nn--

[Sinclair's breath hitches a little more and he makes a soft noise. That...felt like something. Hm.]

A week ago...? [He kisses Oria a little more insistently] Just needed a reminder that...[He trails off in distraction but Oria can probably can infer what he meant; that this was reality. That he wasn't going to vanish into data again at any moment. He hadn't changed much about his actual appearance at all in Fragment, for better or worse, it took too long for the unsettling feeling of not-quite-fitting to fade for his liking.]

Edited 2023-12-09 09:06 (UTC)

[ Oria has a feeling that it could be a reminder for reality, but it could also mean a lot of other things—things he doesn't know about.

He kisses Sinclair rougher than before to the point that he's pushing his head to the rock to make it stay there. He thinks about the time when Sinclair messed with his ear back in Fragment, so he'll just have to do the same. For now, his fingers play with his ear, rushing and squeezing the earlobe but not directly where the piercing is. ]

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