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((OOC: Zell may show messages to Jim Hawkins. If you do not want Jim to see/know, then please let me know.))

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WOW RUDE IT WAS FULL OF HIS AFFECTION

[swatsflies]

[He would do it if asked.

Erasing the words before typing in a response.]

Not sure if they can actually pick what to use from our heads.

[Taking a moment to press a kiss against Jim's shoulder. Hi boyfriend. Resuming typing.]

Could do both anyways. Codes and I can mark you.

[If they can't pick through everything in people's heads, then they should probably double up just to be sure.

And Zell really likes the idea of writing on Jim.]

JIM HAS PLENTY OF THAT

[rattlingthestars]

Winter's program was pretty precise.

[ Even so, Jim's standing, trailing his fingers along Zell's shoulder as he does before stepping over to rummage in his bag. He comes back with a marker and presents it to Zell. ]

Where do you want to draw?

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[He'll churn that over in his head. Winter seems special. Might be because she's smart?

All thoughts go to a screeching halt as Jim moves. Going to be very distracted with letting his gaze drop to Jim's rear as he rummages through his bag. When Jim turns back, Zell is going to fail on looking inconspicuous. Whoops.

Sitting up and then taking the marker. Only to swallow a bit as he looks Jim over slowly.]

Where do you want me?

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[ Zell is certainly very conspicuous, but Jim can't for the life of him figure out what he's being conspicuous about since there's nothing back there to stare at. He settles for giving Zell a slightly odd look that turns to a flush as Zell's gaze travels and oh.

Oh, that's what was happening. Jim swallows, his throat suddenly dry and most thoughts of @admin and anomolies fleeing his head. ]

-Uh. Anywhere?

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[Reaching up to place his hand on Jim's hip and looking up at him as he really thinks about that anywhere. There are a lot of places Zell would love to mark, and with more than just a marker. Flushing a bit and trying to reign his mind from going further as gives a nod.] Turn around.

[Nudging him around and letting his fingers trail lightly against Jim if he does listen. He'll make it difficult to see without the use of mirrors. Speaking of-] How many mirrors do you have?

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None. [ Jim turns, shedding the oversized coat as he goes. It's freezing without it, but Zell will probably be quick. Unsure of what Zell means to do, he leaves the shirt tucked in. ] Do you-?

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Yeah, I'll let you have it so you can see. [Putting the pen in his mouth a moment as he grabs the layers he can feel and pull them out of being tucked in Jim's pants. Once it's free, he hooks his fingers under it to lift up. It's skin he rarely gets to see, so it's pretty exciting in a self-indulgent, untoward thoughts way. Pulling the cap off of the pen with his teeth and placing the tip of the marker against his skin. What to even write or draw? Humming a moment before starts to write out each letter carefully. Once it's finished, he'll tug the shirt higher to press a kiss against Jim's back.] All done. I can do more if you want.

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[ Jim makes a noise at the kiss to his back, wordless, and curls into himself a little to hide the smile that comes. That's why it's a little muffled when he asks: ] What did you write?

[ Hopefully not 'kick me.' Or drew a dick, like House suggested. ]

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[He's not yelling, but the withdrawing into himself and the muffled voice is concerning. Tucking the pen behind his ear as he takes the time to inspect his handiwork. Releasing his top and dragging his hand down along Jim's spine. He can already tell Jim needs a back rub.]

I'll tell you if you turn around. [He wants to make sure Jim is okay.]

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[ Jim looks fine, if a little bashful, when he turns around and presents himself. ] Gonna tell me now?

[ He's already snagging the marker from behind Zell's ear as he asks and twirling it easily between his fingers as he tries to think of what to write or draw. ]

[swatsflies]

[He relaxes once he sees Jim looks okay. He almost wants to see where else he could maybe touch or kiss.]

Te amo.

[Latin for earth, but it's the language of the people of Centra for Zell. Moving his hands to Jim's hips as he thinks about that stomach for a moment. Liftinfg his gaze to Jim's face and then the marker in his hand.]

Do you know where you want to mark? [Leaning close to kiss his chin.]

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What's that mean? [ Jim asks as he leans forward and reaches out a hand toward Zell's coat buttons. It hovers there, unsure of its welcome, before Jim drops it and looks up through his hair at Zell. ]

Can you take off your coat? I was gonna - on your hip...

[ Jim is absolutely not flushing. ]

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My feelings for you. It's in the language from Centra. They were wiped out about a century ago. [Dead civilizations was super romantic, right? Having caught sight of the movement, Zell snags his hand to put it on his coat buttons.] Whatever you want, baby.

[Planting a kiss on the corner of his mouth as he worked on the bottom buttons, while letting Jim take the top ones.]

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How?

[ Romantic, no. Interesting, yes. A lot more interesting than what had started this entire activity, right? Or at least better to think about. Jim works the buttons until he can get it off Zell. He leaves Zell's short-sleeved jacket alone, though he does pause to admire it for a second. It's cool and doesn't look like anything from Jim's world. ]

Can I-?

[ He tugs slightly at Zell's tanktop to untuck it, if Zell doesn't stop him. ]

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[How to even explain this?]

A piece of the moon fell onto them, bringing with it a concentration of monsters. Some of them were able to escape, but the rest of the continent was wiped out.

[He gives a nod to Jim to give him the okay. Reaching over to run his fingers through his hair.]

That's also where the orphanage is. Matron used one of the old buildings next to a light house for it.

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Sounds kind of spooky.

[ No more than Captain Flint, and of course being in Snowhell has skewed Jim's ideas of what's scary and horrifying, but going to school in a building that belonged to dead people still seems a little off.

Jim doesn't think about it too hard after Zell runs his fingers through his hair, though, because then he's thinking about that and it takes up a lot of his brain power. The rest is spent tugging Zell's clothing until he can expose a hipbone for his marker. ]

Is that - uh - [ Train of thought, where did it go? ] - is that why it flies?

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[He's helping. Tracing the outer edge of his ear. Playing with his hair and massaging his scalp might be his second or third favorite thing to do Jim.]

Yeah. They were the escape ships. You would love it, man. We had to crawl around to get it all working, but it's pretty cool in there.

[The gears, the machines, and all the water; Zell really wants to check the entire thing out from top to bottom, but now he wants to do it with Jim if he can. Pulling up on his top to let Jim see both hips and his stomach. Very helpful, right?]

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Sounds ah - uh - [ Yeah, Zell's hand in his hair as he leans over him with the marker is pretty distracting, enough that Jim totally loses whatever he was going to say when confronted with Zell's bare skin.

He has to stare for a moment to remember what it was he was going to draw. Finally he clears his throat and looks away as if bracing himself before spreading a hand wide to hold the skin on Zell's hip taught so that he can draw a collection of dots of varying sizes - a constellation - and beyond that a tiny, stylized sun. ]

-There.

[swatsflies]

[For a moment he’s a little concern, but soon the pieces fall into place and he realizes why Jim is reacting the way he is. He finds himself beaming with affection at the idea that he’s the reason Jim is having issues with finishing his train of thought. He might have to remember this next time he wants to get Jim’s attention during training.

The touch of the marker against his skin is ticklish. He has to bite his lower lip and keep both hands holding up his shirt to keep from reacting. Zell is holding still like a good canvas as he waits for his boyfriend to finish. He’s trying to puzzle out the pattern to each mark, but it’s hard from this perspective.

Once he’s finished, Zell will gesture for Jim to get back up there. He does like Jim down there, but it might inspire some less than wholesome ideas.] What did you draw?

[Waiting for Jim to get back up before seeking out his lips with his own.]

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[ Thankfully, this time Jim doesn't notice Zell noticing, or he might be too flustered to even finish what they're doing. At least this activity has completely distracted them from worrying about reality and monsters.

Jim gently blows on the 'tattoo' just once to make sure the ink is dry - so much for not inspiring less-than-wholesome thoughts - and then follows the gesture to join Zell again. He's quiet for a moment, more thoughtful than he had been a hormone-fueled minute ago, before he answers. ]

It's... a map. One to lead you - [ home, he nearly says, though that's not quite right. Not yet. ] - to where I'm from. If you ever needed it.

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[He almost chokes at the blow job Jim gives the ink. So much for not going down that path, brain. Swallowing hard as his cheeks grow warm. It takes a moment for him to finally absorb Jim’s words thanks to it.

Pausing to really let the weight of what he said sink in.] Really? [Ensnaring a hand to put it over the marks on his hip.] Could you should me? [He wants to get it memorized just in case. He’s hoping that Jim will be there to guide him, but just in case…]

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[ Don't die, Zell. Really don't die as Jim raises a more-or-less innocent eyebrow at the noise Zell makes, because, what. He was just making sure the ink was dry.

Zell dragging his hand around and putting it where he wants it does make Jim blush for a moment and rub the back of his neck with his free hand. ]

-Yeah. I can. These are the Pleiades cluster. If you start here, at Alcyone - [ Jim taps the largest of the dots, apparently intended as the closest. ] sail around it and then straight through the rest of the cluster - [ He demonstrates, using a fingernail to trace the impossibly small path. ] for a few months, you end up at my sun.

[ He makes a soft amused noise. His sun at his sun. ]

Anybody can tell you how to get to Montressor from there.

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[He's going to die. Clasping a hand on Jim's shoulder and giving a light squeeze. The light short touches from Jim down on his hip isn't helping in the least. He did notice that raised brow earlier, but the directions come first.]

Pleiades cluster, Alcyone, and your sun. Think I've got it. [He's pretty great at committing things to memory. He misses the humor in the whole sun part though. Now to actually address the look Jim gave him, Zell leans close to blow against Jim's neck.]

T-this. [And the whole Jim touching him. It's amazing how aware Zell is of touching when it's his boyfriend doing it.]

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[ The quizzical look increases at the shoulder squeeze, but Jim's too busy giving directions to comment until -

Oh. He's now replaying the last few minutes in a slightly different light and laughing softly. ]

Sorry, Sunshine. [ Jim only sounds half-sorry, really, and the other half's smug. Zell wouldn't love him if he wasn't a butt, right?

To make up for it, though, he puts Zell's shirt back down and keeps his hadns to himself for the moment. ]

Jim is a terrible influence <3

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[That’s not making up for it. Zell snags Jim’s hands to place them back on him. The laughter does make it worth it. ] It’s ok.

[He can endure it, but the temptation to touch more skin is there. He did catch that smugness mixed in there. It’s pretty exciting that Jim might actually be proud of the feelings he inspires in Zell. Giving a grin as an idea pops in his head as he wraps both arms around Jim as he leans his chest against his. Nuzzling his neck before pressing his lips against it to give a repeat of what happened their reunion. Tracing a hand down Jim’s spine to lay flat against where he knows he wrote his feelings down.] Love you, Stars.