Is there? I hadn't thought it too alike... but I don't have that much experience in any case.
[His head tilts thoughtfully at the question though, reaching to pull his braid forward and loosen the tie at its end.]
If you don't mind, you could help me comb through it... I just use my hands first, and a brush after it's properly conditioned. You can help me make sure I get it properly washed too, since I can't really see it nearer to my head.
Nor do I, but it's something I've observed in others. Not...the carnal part of course. But the closeness.
[ He nearly trails off, watching Olivine flip his long braid over his shoulder, suddenly self-conscious. Hair is certainly not a thing he's skilled with, but the invite to help groom is one he deeply wants to fulfill. Washing hair, at least, he mostly knows how to do.
He lets Olivine start, then tentatively raises his hand to join, very gently tugging through the strands. ]
I don't mind any task you'd like assistance with, truthfully.
That makes sense, I think. I just... hadn't really thought about it.
[he's also just... so glad to get to share that with Basch. not just someone, but someone he's come to value so much.
and to the blond's benefit, there's a relative ease to caring for Olivine's hair. it's soft and silky, plainly well cared for—a fact that's no doubt completely unsurprising under the circumstances. he shivers pleasantly as fingers tug through strands of hair, helping to unravel them a little at a time.]
Thank you... I don't want it to feel like assisting me is necessary at any given time, though. I'm happy as long as you're enjoying yourself being with me. [glancing up, he inclines his head lightly as they work through his mass of hair.] I'll try to make sure I don't take on too much alone though.
[they're both bad at being idle, he knows—so he doesn't want Basch to think he doesn't want his help, just as much as he doesn't want it to seem the only reason he wants him around.]
I like taking care of people who matter to me [ Basch corrects gently, his eyes finding Olivine's even as their fingers continue to brush and move. ] The task doesn't need to be enjoyable to be valuable to me, though this one is. If you want assistance, ask me. I will strive to tell you if I am unable or overstretched.
[ Olivine's concern is not entirely misplaced. Basch is prone to being exploited because of his tendency to support. But his words are true. He gets a deep sense of satisfaction from it. It's a way he feels able to give affection. ]
[His expression shifts a little at that correction, kind of bemused alongside appreciation.]
That's good to know... though I meant what I said. That you enjoy your time with me, regardless of task. [It's harder to admit than he expected. Being self sufficient and needing nothing from anyone else has been so important for so long, after all.] And thank you. That brings me relief—I wouldn't want to overwork you.
[especially not when all he really wants is company. But his hair is easy to untangle and prepare, and soon enough both they and the bath water are ready, steaming invitingly nearby.]
[ Basch flushes deeper, but his hand comes to cup Olivine's face, eyes tracing his long hair and how...intimate this feels. ]
The tasks are...as much for me as for you. I don't always know how to spend time with people. I deeply enjoy your company, though. I was...dreading losing it, when I planned to leave.
[ Which feels heavy to admit, but...so is Basch staying at the church. So is Olivine having slept with him when he was half-monster.
The bath is almost a relief; he had been honest. Tasks were easier to fill space with. And so he relinquishes his touch only to strip off his own clothes. ]
[the heaviness in that admittance is palpable. it's something Olivine takes gently and graciously as he can, acknowledging in movements and touches more than in words. honestly, they both seem more able to communicate that way in some measures.]
Then I'll keep that in mind. I confess, I only know much myself because it was part of my training, since I would be spending considerable time with people.
[once they separate, it's easier to focus on those very tasks, Olivine folding his clothes neatly to set aside before rejoining him. after all, he isn't in any hurry to get into the water alone.]
[ They're naked together again, and while it takes Basch's breath, it also comforts him that it feels...familiar. He lifts a hand to Olivine, brushing back his long hair. ]
You look so different with it down and wild. Shall we?
[ He offers the other a hand to step into the tub, only really thinking of his comfort. ]
It always feels different, too... does it really look wild?
[He's still more than pleased, eyes closing briefly as fingers brush his hair back. Then he's taking that offered hand, squeezing gently before he climbs into the tub to get situated. The warmth pulls a contented sigh from him, easing faintly sore muscles instantly.]
Good wild [ Basch clarifies. Like trees or a storm or fur.
Is...that something he likes now? Because of what he is?
It's easy to ignore it, to slip into the tub behind Olivine and wrap around him, shifting to try to fit them together comfortably. The water is blissfully warm, and without thinking, he buries his face in that swathe of hair, breathing in Olivine's scent. ]
I didn't think you meant it badly, hehe. But I'm glad to hear it's good.
[maybe that's something you always liked, Basch, and you just didn't have a chance to like it before.
anyway, fitting in comfortably with the blond is a joy and a simple task, his hands coming to rest around the other's arms. he even giggles pleasantly at the press of Basch's face in his hair, eyes closing. at least scent is a pretty commonly known feature of Klein natives, although he doesn't precisely know what he must smell like to him.]
I think I see why you feel it's similar in some ways, now. This feels so comfortable...
Good [ he murmurs, shifting only to hold Olivine even more comfortably, nose still to his hair. For a moment, he forgets to be self-conscious. It's been like that from the start with Olivine, like something about them is rooted, out of time or social pressure or any of the rest of it. ]
I want you to always be comfortable, if I can help it.
[ He presses a kiss to the other's hair, and as surreal as it feels, it's nice, too. Easy. An intimacy that is different from bedding each other. ]
[a hand reaches up to brush through Basch's hair in turn, fond and warm. it's true, it really does just feel so... impossibly simple. like this is all as it should be.]
I'm glad that it's not too... boring or anything. [not that he has a reason to worry about that. more, he's just happy. they're both here, and... and he can start to put things in motion, slowly but surely. starting tomorrow.]
If you'd told me a month ago I was going to agree to try to stay with someone, around other people, I wouldn't have believed it. [ It's murmured, something that still feels like a huge risk. But it's the best he can offer to affirm his very real comfort with Olivine.
Which, of course, is selfish. But leaving the other would be even more selfish, and so he's able to keep himself from fleeing.
He shakes his head, sighing into Olivine's hair. ]
Uneventful peace is bliss. I will never complain for that. [ Not in his life had he complained about being bored, not since the first war had started. This -- this is a luxury. ]
Hehe. I know how you feel... I couldn't even fathom the idea of asking someone to stay with me then. Not for the church or their own safety, but... just with me.
[The prospect of autonomy feels so taboo, even though he knew he'd surely find someone eventually. It was just... presumed it would be another from the church. And yet, here he is. Not only with someone not affiliated with the church, but with someone for whom his status doesn't really matter. Who sees so much more of him and takes it in stride.
He hopes he can keep that agreement solid as time passes.]
I'm glad, then. [a little laugh.] We'll be busy soon enough, I'm sure... monsters aren't as common here, but I do handle them from time to time, and there's my other duties to balance.
I know you wouldn't ask that of me. Any changes I make will be because I want them to change, one way or another.
[with his weight comfortably supported, he relaxes easily, enjoying the lean of their heads to rest together. For a moment, he's quiet.]
Me, too. No matter how heavy the burden, I want to help you carry it.
[He's not even considering how fast and hard he's fallen for Basch, honestly. It's just a fact of life, and as long as it's reciprocated, what does it hurt? Nothing at all, judging by the comfortable quiet he lapses into, time plodding on as warmth seeps into muscle and bone.]
[ That's...newer. Someone else wanting to help him in turn. But he knows better than to protest, because it would be hypocritical when he's asking Olivine to let him in. ]
You may have to help me learn how to share it, but I am willing to learn. Thank you.
[ And it is easy to fall in calm, gentle quiet. The kind that doesn't need to be filled. ]
I think it's good... we both have things to learn from one another. You're welcome, and thank you too.
[contentment reigns then, a slow and idle shift toward the prospect of rest. and eventually, the water cools and sleep beckons—visibly, for Olivine. after all, he's truly, completely enjoying just leaning against Basch, basking in his warmth and moving only as needed to clean himself up and wash his hair.
he may even be dozing a little by the time they're done, a little embarrassed when he suggests they settle in for the night.]
[ Basch is a little embarrassed too, but only from shyness, and the sudden almost-public nature of their attachment. But the church is mostly empty, and there is no difficulty -- relaxed and clean -- heading back to Olivine's room hand-in-hand.
His heart picks up a little as they shut the door and disrobe again, turning down the bed. Soon They're snuggled in together, Olivine back in Basch's arms, and he sighs against the other. ]
[albeit for... very different reasons, he knows. his voice is just slightly muffled against Basch's chest, head tilted up enough to watch him quietly as he does.]
But I'm glad anyway... it feels nice to even get this chance.
The rest of the month passes in a blur. Basch is plenty busy getting used to this place, starting to map out the church and the town for areas of potential concern, learning Olivine's routines, and -- most surreal -- spending most evenings in each other's company.
But he keeps an eye on the progression of the moon. Even before he feels his blood start to stir, he says his temporary goodbye, arranging with Olivine to leave him clothes outside of town and to return as soon as he can.
It...hurts. More than he expected to. And privately, he thinks maybe it would be nice to find a way to safely stay. He just isn't sure he believes there is one.
The transformation hurts too. Without Olivine's magic to soothe it, his limbs twist sharply, and his body aches. But he remembers, this time, in a way he hasn't before, that there's something he wants, more than just hunting and sleeping and evading men, and for reasons he doesn't quite understand, he's careful not to leave tracks or take livestock from farmers. ]
[It's really too soon when they're seeing their temporary goodbyes, in Olivine's opinion. He says nothing of it, of course, refuses to press against Basch's reasonable discomfort at staying near—but he still thinks it when the church is quiet and he returns to bed alone.
Imagining the day of return helps a little, at least—even if it sees him in a particularly urgent state practically nightly. It's another relief not to hear of unusual tracks or unexpected losses... but he does worry about the blond anyway.
His distraction is forcibly set aside by monsters and essence-crazed animals making a return—not wholly unexpected, but not the best timing either. Naturally he volunteers to go take care of it, reminding citizens to remain in the city by dusk. The wooded area is easy to traverse, but he finds himself in a little deeper than usual.
Almost like the creatures are... wary? Something like it. Detritus crunches beneath his feet as his pursuit takes him further afield, clothing... slightly damaged from repeated efforts. Olivine himself isn't terribly hurt though—there's a scratch here and there but his clothing has taken the brunt of it.]
[ It's the smell that gets him. It shouldn't be here, and the moment he gets whiff of it, he's single-mindedly stalking it. Not for the hunt; Olivine should not be here, and gods help anything that tries to cross his path.
That's as much as his wolf brain can manage. His efforts to remain unseen are forgotten, and the essence-crazed animals or monsters who cross his path are dealt with swiftly and bloodily.
When he finally catches up to the other, his nostrils flare, protective rage searing through him. There's blood. Olivine's blood.
He bounds through the underbrush, a growling yip his only warning, and tackles Olivine to the ground, snout immediately searching the other for serious wound, large weight pinning him on his back. If he tries to move, Basch growls lowly, continuing to press his nose to every inch of Olivine's body in search of damage. ]
[He very nearly retaliates against the noise, turning to find its source as the werewolf leaps onto him. There's a shimmer of something, a buffer between himself and the ground, that cushions the fall.
It takes a moment to register what's happening, though. His first thought is to move, growl giving him pause enough to stop trying. Where did he even come from??? Still, the other's form is unusual and familiar, to say the least.]
Basch— [He's doing his best to keep his voice even, at least, reaching to stroke through long fur.] I'm fine. There's nothing to worry about.
[granted, the position and sensation of his nose against delicate skin has his mind wandering a little, his usual milky scent growing stronger with each passing moment. It's funny, how much he'd missed him in such a short time...]
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[His head tilts thoughtfully at the question though, reaching to pull his braid forward and loosen the tie at its end.]
If you don't mind, you could help me comb through it... I just use my hands first, and a brush after it's properly conditioned. You can help me make sure I get it properly washed too, since I can't really see it nearer to my head.
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[ He nearly trails off, watching Olivine flip his long braid over his shoulder, suddenly self-conscious. Hair is certainly not a thing he's skilled with, but the invite to help groom is one he deeply wants to fulfill. Washing hair, at least, he mostly knows how to do.
He lets Olivine start, then tentatively raises his hand to join, very gently tugging through the strands. ]
I don't mind any task you'd like assistance with, truthfully.
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[he's also just... so glad to get to share that with Basch. not just someone, but someone he's come to value so much.
and to the blond's benefit, there's a relative ease to caring for Olivine's hair. it's soft and silky, plainly well cared for—a fact that's no doubt completely unsurprising under the circumstances. he shivers pleasantly as fingers tug through strands of hair, helping to unravel them a little at a time.]
Thank you... I don't want it to feel like assisting me is necessary at any given time, though. I'm happy as long as you're enjoying yourself being with me. [glancing up, he inclines his head lightly as they work through his mass of hair.] I'll try to make sure I don't take on too much alone though.
[they're both bad at being idle, he knows—so he doesn't want Basch to think he doesn't want his help, just as much as he doesn't want it to seem the only reason he wants him around.]
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[ Olivine's concern is not entirely misplaced. Basch is prone to being exploited because of his tendency to support. But his words are true. He gets a deep sense of satisfaction from it. It's a way he feels able to give affection. ]
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That's good to know... though I meant what I said. That you enjoy your time with me, regardless of task. [It's harder to admit than he expected. Being self sufficient and needing nothing from anyone else has been so important for so long, after all.] And thank you. That brings me relief—I wouldn't want to overwork you.
[especially not when all he really wants is company. But his hair is easy to untangle and prepare, and soon enough both they and the bath water are ready, steaming invitingly nearby.]
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The tasks are...as much for me as for you. I don't always know how to spend time with people. I deeply enjoy your company, though. I was...dreading losing it, when I planned to leave.
[ Which feels heavy to admit, but...so is Basch staying at the church. So is Olivine having slept with him when he was half-monster.
The bath is almost a relief; he had been honest. Tasks were easier to fill space with. And so he relinquishes his touch only to strip off his own clothes. ]
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Then I'll keep that in mind. I confess, I only know much myself because it was part of my training, since I would be spending considerable time with people.
[once they separate, it's easier to focus on those very tasks, Olivine folding his clothes neatly to set aside before rejoining him. after all, he isn't in any hurry to get into the water alone.]
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You look so different with it down and wild. Shall we?
[ He offers the other a hand to step into the tub, only really thinking of his comfort. ]
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[He's still more than pleased, eyes closing briefly as fingers brush his hair back. Then he's taking that offered hand, squeezing gently before he climbs into the tub to get situated. The warmth pulls a contented sigh from him, easing faintly sore muscles instantly.]
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Is...that something he likes now? Because of what he is?
It's easy to ignore it, to slip into the tub behind Olivine and wrap around him, shifting to try to fit them together comfortably. The water is blissfully warm, and without thinking, he buries his face in that swathe of hair, breathing in Olivine's scent. ]
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[maybe that's something you always liked, Basch, and you just didn't have a chance to like it before.
anyway, fitting in comfortably with the blond is a joy and a simple task, his hands coming to rest around the other's arms. he even giggles pleasantly at the press of Basch's face in his hair, eyes closing. at least scent is a pretty commonly known feature of Klein natives, although he doesn't precisely know what he must smell like to him.]
I think I see why you feel it's similar in some ways, now. This feels so comfortable...
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I want you to always be comfortable, if I can help it.
[ He presses a kiss to the other's hair, and as surreal as it feels, it's nice, too. Easy. An intimacy that is different from bedding each other. ]
I like this too.
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[a hand reaches up to brush through Basch's hair in turn, fond and warm. it's true, it really does just feel so... impossibly simple. like this is all as it should be.]
I'm glad that it's not too... boring or anything. [not that he has a reason to worry about that. more, he's just happy. they're both here, and... and he can start to put things in motion, slowly but surely. starting tomorrow.]
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Which, of course, is selfish. But leaving the other would be even more selfish, and so he's able to keep himself from fleeing.
He shakes his head, sighing into Olivine's hair. ]
Uneventful peace is bliss. I will never complain for that. [ Not in his life had he complained about being bored, not since the first war had started. This -- this is a luxury. ]
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[The prospect of autonomy feels so taboo, even though he knew he'd surely find someone eventually. It was just... presumed it would be another from the church. And yet, here he is. Not only with someone not affiliated with the church, but with someone for whom his status doesn't really matter. Who sees so much more of him and takes it in stride.
He hopes he can keep that agreement solid as time passes.]
I'm glad, then. [a little laugh.] We'll be busy soon enough, I'm sure... monsters aren't as common here, but I do handle them from time to time, and there's my other duties to balance.
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[ He wanted to slide into it, support what he could. Get to know who Olivine was in the other facets of his life.
He leans his head against the other, just enjoying the warm water and having Olivine tucked in his arms. ]
But I want to be a place of rest, when you need it.
[ Shy, a flush to his skin. It seems and odd thing to offer when they've known each other such a short time, but he can feel how deeply it's true. ]
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[with his weight comfortably supported, he relaxes easily, enjoying the lean of their heads to rest together. For a moment, he's quiet.]
Me, too. No matter how heavy the burden, I want to help you carry it.
[He's not even considering how fast and hard he's fallen for Basch, honestly. It's just a fact of life, and as long as it's reciprocated, what does it hurt? Nothing at all, judging by the comfortable quiet he lapses into, time plodding on as warmth seeps into muscle and bone.]
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You may have to help me learn how to share it, but I am willing to learn. Thank you.
[ And it is easy to fall in calm, gentle quiet. The kind that doesn't need to be filled. ]
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[contentment reigns then, a slow and idle shift toward the prospect of rest. and eventually, the water cools and sleep beckons—visibly, for Olivine. after all, he's truly, completely enjoying just leaning against Basch, basking in his warmth and moving only as needed to clean himself up and wash his hair.
he may even be dozing a little by the time they're done, a little embarrassed when he suggests they settle in for the night.]
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His heart picks up a little as they shut the door and disrobe again, turning down the bed. Soon They're snuggled in together, Olivine back in Basch's arms, and he sighs against the other. ]
It doesn't feel like it should be this easy.
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[albeit for... very different reasons, he knows. his voice is just slightly muffled against Basch's chest, head tilted up enough to watch him quietly as he does.]
But I'm glad anyway... it feels nice to even get this chance.
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The rest of the month passes in a blur. Basch is plenty busy getting used to this place, starting to map out the church and the town for areas of potential concern, learning Olivine's routines, and -- most surreal -- spending most evenings in each other's company.
But he keeps an eye on the progression of the moon. Even before he feels his blood start to stir, he says his temporary goodbye, arranging with Olivine to leave him clothes outside of town and to return as soon as he can.
It...hurts. More than he expected to. And privately, he thinks maybe it would be nice to find a way to safely stay. He just isn't sure he believes there is one.
The transformation hurts too. Without Olivine's magic to soothe it, his limbs twist sharply, and his body aches. But he remembers, this time, in a way he hasn't before, that there's something he wants, more than just hunting and sleeping and evading men, and for reasons he doesn't quite understand, he's careful not to leave tracks or take livestock from farmers. ]
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Imagining the day of return helps a little, at least—even if it sees him in a particularly urgent state practically nightly. It's another relief not to hear of unusual tracks or unexpected losses... but he does worry about the blond anyway.
His distraction is forcibly set aside by monsters and essence-crazed animals making a return—not wholly unexpected, but not the best timing either. Naturally he volunteers to go take care of it, reminding citizens to remain in the city by dusk. The wooded area is easy to traverse, but he finds himself in a little deeper than usual.
Almost like the creatures are... wary? Something like it. Detritus crunches beneath his feet as his pursuit takes him further afield, clothing... slightly damaged from repeated efforts. Olivine himself isn't terribly hurt though—there's a scratch here and there but his clothing has taken the brunt of it.]
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That's as much as his wolf brain can manage. His efforts to remain unseen are forgotten, and the essence-crazed animals or monsters who cross his path are dealt with swiftly and bloodily.
When he finally catches up to the other, his nostrils flare, protective rage searing through him. There's blood. Olivine's blood.
He bounds through the underbrush, a growling yip his only warning, and tackles Olivine to the ground, snout immediately searching the other for serious wound, large weight pinning him on his back. If he tries to move, Basch growls lowly, continuing to press his nose to every inch of Olivine's body in search of damage. ]
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It takes a moment to register what's happening, though. His first thought is to move, growl giving him pause enough to stop trying. Where did he even come from??? Still, the other's form is unusual and familiar, to say the least.]
Basch— [He's doing his best to keep his voice even, at least, reaching to stroke through long fur.] I'm fine. There's nothing to worry about.
[granted, the position and sensation of his nose against delicate skin has his mind wandering a little, his usual milky scent growing stronger with each passing moment. It's funny, how much he'd missed him in such a short time...]
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