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Halloween is the best day of the year (Open)
Who: Reaper, Soldier: 76 & anyone at the Wild Harvest
Which: Open Log
Where: Wild Harvest
What: Reaper makes a big public play for Soldier: 76's hand.
Warnings: Reaper being Reaper
The Wild Harvest was set up for the appropriate festivities and because it was Halloween – a favourite of so many – the place was decked out with decorations on the walls, on the edges of tables and on the bar. It was all very festive and the tables had plenty of people dropping in the enjoy a good meal, good company and good atmosphere.
The noise of the Harvest was a swell of people enjoying themselves between chatting and enjoying a meal or a drink. There is spooky music, and if anything, it’s a normal festivity kind of night at the place. Aside from the Halloween decorations, the only thing potentially attention grabbing is that the animals that frequent the place are also in Halloween costumes.
Reaper, who tosses out unruly patrons and makes drinks at the bar, finally left his post when it seemed that the Harvest was full enough and people were mostly settled into their meals. He moved through the spaces between tables to head towards the door where food was being taken out by to patrons by the waiting staff.
He pushed open the door and called back into the kitchen “Hey, you need to come out here to see the new fairy kitten that just came in.”
The familiar old man cook that was well-known around these parts and had been a staple of the place wandered out from the kitchen wiping hands on a towel. Jack wasn’t dressed up as he was all business in the kitchen and keeping everyone well fed and merry on this night. There were a few stains on his uniform from the evening preparation, and he was looking around for this mysterious new kitten he had been informed of.
“Over there,” Reaper stated and instead of waiting for the other old man to make the connection, the pair of them were swept up into black smoke as Reaper teleported them both to stand on the bar. It was one of the highest points in the place, which made certain to give everyone a good view of the pair of them.
Suddenly Reaper, being ever dramatic, reached up and pulled off his mask – a first for a public viewing. That alone created a hush in the room as people nudged each other and stared at his old and burn-scarred face. He even went so far as to push back his hood so there was no denying his white hair, and he was going to use the shock value to both hold the person he was standing on the counter with.
"Jack, since the day that I met you decades ago, I knew there was something special about you. We’ve been through many battles together: fought, bled, and served. You were one of the few people that stood by me even when you had no reason to. You’re an idiot, of course. However, you’re my idiot, and I would literally burn this place down and kill everyone here for you." Reaper didn’t care how many red flags that would generate from that because he was dropping to one knee on the bar and pulling out a small jewelry box, which he flipped open to reveal a ring, which he held up to Jack.
"I want to spend the rest of this cursed life with you, Jack. Will you marry me?"
Of course, not only was this his favourite holiday, but Reaper knew that making a very big public display would pressure Jack to having to say yes. That’s the kind of guy he was. Sweet, right?
Jack stared with wide eyes and mouth slightly ajar. The entire Harvest was silent and also staring, and there were several minutes that passed as the two silver haired old men watched each other. Then, Jack suddenly muttered in disbelief, "Of all of the stunts you have ever pulled…."
Reaper smirked, maintaining his one-knee pose, fully aware of what position he had put Jack in. He waited, aware an answer would eventually come if he held it long enough.
Suddenly, Jack cocked a hand back and punched Reaper square in the face. The other man rocked backwards before his collar was snatched by Jack’s hand to hold him upright.
There was a gasp from several in the room, but honestly, this was all very normal and expected behaviour between them. Of course, it was on full display for the entire Harvest to see as they both were still there on the bar.
"Yes, you giant asshole, I’ll marry you."
Reaper rose with the pull to his collar, and the pair of them were kissing. Even before the kiss had gone for a few seconds, the ring was pulled from the small box and slipped on the appropriate finger before Reaper was dipping Jack backwards dramatically.
Which: Open Log
Where: Wild Harvest
What: Reaper makes a big public play for Soldier: 76's hand.
Warnings: Reaper being Reaper
The Wild Harvest was set up for the appropriate festivities and because it was Halloween – a favourite of so many – the place was decked out with decorations on the walls, on the edges of tables and on the bar. It was all very festive and the tables had plenty of people dropping in the enjoy a good meal, good company and good atmosphere.
The noise of the Harvest was a swell of people enjoying themselves between chatting and enjoying a meal or a drink. There is spooky music, and if anything, it’s a normal festivity kind of night at the place. Aside from the Halloween decorations, the only thing potentially attention grabbing is that the animals that frequent the place are also in Halloween costumes.
Reaper, who tosses out unruly patrons and makes drinks at the bar, finally left his post when it seemed that the Harvest was full enough and people were mostly settled into their meals. He moved through the spaces between tables to head towards the door where food was being taken out by to patrons by the waiting staff.
He pushed open the door and called back into the kitchen “Hey, you need to come out here to see the new fairy kitten that just came in.”
The familiar old man cook that was well-known around these parts and had been a staple of the place wandered out from the kitchen wiping hands on a towel. Jack wasn’t dressed up as he was all business in the kitchen and keeping everyone well fed and merry on this night. There were a few stains on his uniform from the evening preparation, and he was looking around for this mysterious new kitten he had been informed of.
“Over there,” Reaper stated and instead of waiting for the other old man to make the connection, the pair of them were swept up into black smoke as Reaper teleported them both to stand on the bar. It was one of the highest points in the place, which made certain to give everyone a good view of the pair of them.
Suddenly Reaper, being ever dramatic, reached up and pulled off his mask – a first for a public viewing. That alone created a hush in the room as people nudged each other and stared at his old and burn-scarred face. He even went so far as to push back his hood so there was no denying his white hair, and he was going to use the shock value to both hold the person he was standing on the counter with.
"Jack, since the day that I met you decades ago, I knew there was something special about you. We’ve been through many battles together: fought, bled, and served. You were one of the few people that stood by me even when you had no reason to. You’re an idiot, of course. However, you’re my idiot, and I would literally burn this place down and kill everyone here for you." Reaper didn’t care how many red flags that would generate from that because he was dropping to one knee on the bar and pulling out a small jewelry box, which he flipped open to reveal a ring, which he held up to Jack.
"I want to spend the rest of this cursed life with you, Jack. Will you marry me?"
Of course, not only was this his favourite holiday, but Reaper knew that making a very big public display would pressure Jack to having to say yes. That’s the kind of guy he was. Sweet, right?
Jack stared with wide eyes and mouth slightly ajar. The entire Harvest was silent and also staring, and there were several minutes that passed as the two silver haired old men watched each other. Then, Jack suddenly muttered in disbelief, "Of all of the stunts you have ever pulled…."
Reaper smirked, maintaining his one-knee pose, fully aware of what position he had put Jack in. He waited, aware an answer would eventually come if he held it long enough.
Suddenly, Jack cocked a hand back and punched Reaper square in the face. The other man rocked backwards before his collar was snatched by Jack’s hand to hold him upright.
There was a gasp from several in the room, but honestly, this was all very normal and expected behaviour between them. Of course, it was on full display for the entire Harvest to see as they both were still there on the bar.
"Yes, you giant asshole, I’ll marry you."
Reaper rose with the pull to his collar, and the pair of them were kissing. Even before the kiss had gone for a few seconds, the ring was pulled from the small box and slipped on the appropriate finger before Reaper was dipping Jack backwards dramatically.
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You're lucky I sleep hot enough that cuddling an ice cube makes it comfortable when I crush my face into your chest or something while asleep.
[Help everything sink in that much more firmly; he had been proposed to, he had said yes, and it had been Gabriel after everything they'd managed to work through an get to during so much time in this world.
Fingers curled, just idly massaging along Reyes' upper back to just help that much more with his normal aches and pains.]
Something a little more closer to being traditional than that, thanks.
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There are plenty of reasons that I'm lucky related to you, old man. Shall I give a wildly cheesy speech or serenade you in Spanish?
[He leaned his face in so could he add another playful kiss to Jack's lips, adding little nip for good measure. He was in a good mood because it was Halloween and Jack had accepted his proposal. He was pushing back into those fingers massaging his back too, rumbling in his chest.]
Oh, you want to be in a dress? I would lean into pulling a garter belt from that sexy leg of yours.... How's that for traditional?
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[Because right now? Jack wanted that mouth bust with something else, given how he chased that playful kiss to pull Gabriel back into it. Turned it into something filled with that affection while still keeping it a bit playful, let it linger a bit. Didn't want any doubt he meant those words after all.
Jack always found it so much easier to show than tell when it came to more personal feelings after all.
Did snort a bit of a laugh when his head finally tilted back again—]
Well, you never got the chance to see me in one- wouldn't the first time after all.
[Dark Fairy Queen costume in that realm f stories and all.]
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[But he was pleased, and his tone made it clear despite his word choice. This was why he and Jack were together, damaged but still finding ways to support each other on a deeper level than even when they were fresh out of SEP. If he had to survive this hell hole of a dream world with anyone, he was glad that it was Jack.
He didn't hesitate the let Jack come at him, slamming their mouths together for his part as he played his tongue over the younger man's lips and reached up to drag his fingers through his lover's hair to give a little tug. His other hand gripped and squeezed Jack's ass cheek affectionately. If they weren't at work....
He made a sound of absolute disappointment, keeping their lips brushing against each other when they spoke based on proximity.]
Much to my lifelong regret. Perhaps a private showing when we're at home because currently we can't have any real fun.
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[Meant every word of it, even with their rough patches and everything that was far worse than that. They managed something here and, well, something he never imagined having and Jack wasn't going to let go of it easy given a choice here.
Was a little swat at the ass squeeze because they were still currently at the Harvest, but still so willing to remain close—]
Throw something together whenever and you'll get that private showing.
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[He grinned as if pleased with his own poke. He didn't say how much they both benefited from the physical closeness and affection that they both enjoyed because of one another. Just as they were right now. They were mostly alone aside from some curious pets that might wander in, so he was taking full advantage kissing Jack deeply again.
He smirked at the swat though, pressing Jack flush to the wall with his own body. He was in a good mood (how could he not be?), so he was willing to take extra risks; hell, he'd already shown his face to the world of the Harvest so that was extra freedom.]
Oh will I? Careful, we might not make our full shift tonight with talk like that.
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Still so easy to get caught up in that kiss, even as he was being pressed back against the wall so very securely, head tipping back just a bit after a moment-]
Don't think you can keep patient for the sake of building further anticipation?
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He tipped his head back when Jack did, leering at his soon-to-be-husband. Wow, even thinking that sent a shiver down his spine. It was happening. The universe was insane for this alone.]
Excuse you, Morrison, patience is basically my middle name. I can wait, but do I want to is another question? It's our favourite holiday of the year. However, because you're a tease, I'll wait and show you patience.
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Your hand says otherwise, but I'll give you the benefit of a doubt, Gabe. We will enjoy our favorite holiday, and once we're back at the treehouse you can get a private show.
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A private show, you say? Well, I guess I need to be on best behavior now. I have something to look forward to after our shift is over. I think break time is over though.
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An amused roll of eyes at that wink all the same.]
Nice after work reward for you, given you're going on your best behavior for the rest of the work day. You're right though.
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No, they had to get back to work. He could wait. He had waited for longer for many things that he wanted.]
Alright, old man, let's get back to helping out. We can do this again at closing if need be.
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[Didn't stop Jack from pressing a kiss to Gabriel's cheek after catching him by the coat collar for a quick tug as he passed by. Something brief and sweet, but the warmth of the gesture would likely linger.]
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[His eyes fluttered closed at the kiss, savouring the warmth of Jack's lips especially. A hand lifted to stroke his lover's arm and wrist before he withdrew and formed his mask back on his face.
Then he eased away to head back to work.]