gonna go all night

[vaporous]

[Mikleo did not discuss bedroom exploits with Zaveid by choice-- rather, when it came up, he was the unsuspecting victim of the latter's utter lack of tact when it came to choosing to just keep his mouth shut. So when he was bragging about his ability to entertain a certain lovely lady all night, Mikleo just rolled his eyes. At least he waited for her to be gone before he flatly told him that was not only physically unrealistic, but impossible. The wind seraph however laughed and with no real grace, explained that yes, technically he was right-- but...

Though he still would have liked to avoid most of the conversation. Admittedly he did learn something from it.

He wouldn't say he was very creative by instinct in the bedroom. Nothing particularly kinky. But the idea of prolonging sensations for them both-- enjoying each other longer-- it had a real nice appeal.

This is what resulted in Mikleo sitting on their shared bed, two long ribbons in his hands; staring at the door and waiting for Sorey to return. Well... and maybe thinking just a little bit about how he's going to explain this one. He knows Sorey won't push him to say much, but he probably deserves a little explanation.

One with absolutely no mention of the source.]

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rip in pieces, both of them

[pastoralist]

[Sorey, having no idea what he's in for, returns to their shared home after a successful day spent hunting prickleboar. It's true that neither of them need to eat anymore, but old habits die hard, he supposes. Even 600 years later, he can still remember how good their meat tastes, and how useful their skins are for making bags and clothing.]

Mikleo? I'm back!

[He pushes in through the front door and makes his way into the house proper, turning 'round the corner to find an odd sight- Mikleo, with one of the most stiff and concerned expressions he's ever worn... sitting on their bed with ribbons in hand. Sorey has no idea what to think.]

Is... everything alright?