RYSLIG - IC INBOX

[blackplantasia]

WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, HIVERENMARS. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 248.72.446.37 *** HIVERENMARS has joined 248.72.446.37 <HIVERENMARS> ohhh do i have this set up correctly? <HIVERENMARS> i do believe so! <HIVERENMARS> this is the inbox of edward atlus! <HIVERENMARS> feel free to send me messages <HIVERENMARS> as often as you like!

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[endette]

yes

but I will remind u I've been drinking is tha rly ok?

[blackplantasia]

i decided
an exception for new years
would be good for both of us

and anyway maybe it's best to have someone
making sure you don't do anything stupid
unless that stupid thing is me i guess!!!

[endette]

[WOAH NOW.

...YEAH, OKAY.

knock knock.]

[blackplantasia]

[He doesn't do anything particularly flirty when he answers the door. He just opens it, as dressed as he normally is at night. Which is to say, pants and open coat with no shirt. You know, the usual.

It's suddenly a lot more embarrassing though.]

H... hey there...!

How, uhm...

How are you feeling?

[endette]

[don't say horny

don't say drunk

maybe say excited??? hmmm.

whatever he's going to say, he should probably say it soon, because he's been, uh, doing a little too much staring, probably. Feels like he's been doing a lot.]

...Good? Uh. [...] Little weird. First time I'll be starting a new year in a new world...and, um. Human...experiences.

[ahem]

[blackplantasia]

[To this, Edward can't help but laugh. He's nervous, and that comes across in his chuckle for sure as he rubs the back of his neck.]

Y-yeah, I... hadn't gotten all caught up in fae stuff to get to have a new year experience outside of town... It's all pretty new to me, too!

[All of it, for sure.

He coughs.]

...I don't, um... [He backs up to sit on the edge of his bed.] ...know where to start, or what to do, or...

...i-is that all okay...? [That this is his first time?]

[endette]

[He's eager to share with Ed -- share many, many things -- but he manages to linger in the door a moment before closing it behind him and drifting over to plop down next to him.]

Ssssooo... I don't know if this is something I should, uh, be saying, but... Before here, I'd never even kissed a guy before. Some girls... Um. But we never...you know. I don't really know what I'm doing, either.

[blackplantasia]

Oh! Cool!

[He genuinely looks relieved.]

I've kissed a guy before, but I've never... Yeah! So it should be okay...!

[There's a pause, and eventually, Ed leans against Jörgen's side - lightly, in case he's too tipsy to keep upright from his full weight. He reaches forward to take Jörgen's hand into his own, gently rubbing circles into his palm with his thumb. There's at least one place he knows how to start from, but...]

...it's okay if you take your time. I'll need to take my time too.

[endette]

[Awesome, sharing worked!! But he's still grateful he managed to bite back the thing about that time his girlfriend of two weeks thought awkward car sex was on the menu, and then he blew it by just being an awkward car nerd and she decided he was too weird and flighty. He doesn't really want to focus on her! He wants to focus on Edward and how his hand feels warm and tingly wherever the other's thumb presses.

He's not so unsteady that he can't handle the pressure, even if his brain feels floatier by the second, but he props himself up with his free hand anyway as he nuzzles into the older's temple and prays that his breath didn't smell as potent as the drink had been.]

Yeah... Heh. We'll just do what feels right... Mnso... Wanna kiss a while? To get started...

aaaaaand fade to black babey

[blackplantasia]

[It does smell just as strongly, but Edward keeps that to himself as he returns the nuzzle. It's not worth mentioning here; he already knew Jörgen was drunk before he walked in here. That was their whole point of tension in the first place. He's nervous because of it, yeah, and he has a general feeling that this isn't a good idea, but he wants to at least give it a try. For him.

Edward lifts his head up and draws his tongue over Jörgen's lower lip. He doesn't ever answer the question formally. He'd rather just get started and remove the doubt in his mind.]