Burning down the house

[mo_cara]

WHO: The Makaras and anyone else who wants to join in!
TONE: Fun ... wild and crazy fun
RATING: PG to R, depending on shenanigans
WHEN: December 20th
WHERE: Near the edge of the Forbidden Forest
WHAT: Since there're so many new adults around, the Makara boys decide to throw an impromptu bonfire night!

The bonfire set on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and the boundary of the school property, rivals the one set for Guy Fawkes. But there are no frozen flames spells here, and the heat roars off it, sending sparks crackling and dancing toward the sky. Two remarkably similar young men dance around the fire, and even in the December weather, the heat allows them to do so without their shirts on, revealing extensive tattooing. The shorter, more muscular one is decorated with white bones, echoing what's under his skin, and the taller, more slender one has similar bones tats, but done in black ink, along with occult symbols. White bones, Kurloz, has a fiddle, and black bones, Gamzee, has a drum, and the music is as wild as their movements.

There are a few flasks of liquor being passed around the fire, and an ominous figure in black robes with giant horns spiraling up from his silver-shot black mane sits some distance away, gripping an ebon wood staff, but the overall mood is celebratory. Any excuse for a party, after all!



((OOC: Anybody can show up to the bonfire, and pretty much anyone who knows the Makaras or has run into them over the last day has been invited. But ex-professor Rhydderch will be keeping an eye out for underage craziness - those who are still students won't be turned away, but they won't be allowed to get riproaring drunk, either, as this is more aimed at adults than kids.))

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[mo_cara]

[Gamzee leans forward, bracing on his hands on the cold ground, suddenly smiling.] Well, shit, motherfucker, I guess you tried exactly hard enough, because here you be, and here I be, and I'm feeling all kinds of wicked good that we're both here.

[He leans in even further, pressing his forehead to the smaller man's, his voice dropping to something low and intimate and warm.] So I guess I should be saying thank you, yeah?

[littlefairybull]

-=it takes a minute for the concept to sink in, but then his face splits into a bright smile again=- It took long enough.

[mo_cara]

[The taller man laughs, and his fingertips glide over Tavros's lips and the smile he had been wanting to see, clear and bright as the sun.]

Patience, bro! You brought me back, so I guess I can't be going nowhere no more.

[littlefairybull]

-=he swallows thickly when gamzee touches his lips, heart pounding wildy in his chest. his eyes go a little wide, but he doesn't tense up like he used to=-

Promise?

[mo_cara]

[At 29, Gamzee is a lot more observant and a lot less oblivious than he used to be, and he notices the way Tavros's eyes widen. It brings a sly edge to his smile, something knowing and purringly pleased, like a cat that's just noticed the canary's cage door has been left open.]

Pins in my heart and hoping I'll die. [agrees, and holds his fist up for a bunp]

[littlefairybull]

-=and he feels like the canary in that cage, caught but with a chance at freedom at last. he lifts his hand and gives gamzee a good, firm bunping=-

I think it's time, we should start having fun, and stop being gloomy, yeah?

[mo_cara]

Truer words ain't never been expelled from no protein chute. [he traces the line of Tavros's jaw with one finger, curious to see the reaction, then he pulls a flask from his pocket and holds it up in offering] I am all for motherfuckin' fun.

i hate the fucking ascot in these icons blargle

[littlefairybull]

-=the way gamzee is acting makes him feel a bit uncertain, he never did know exactly what went on in his friend's head, since it always seemed to change at any given moment. he doesn't pull away though, tilting his head slightly without even realizing it=-

What is it?

-=he takes the flask, opening the top to take a smell of it's contents=-

Yeah, it's pretty weird looking and out of place.

[mo_cara]

Good shit. [It smelled of liquor, obviously, the heady scent of spiced rum, and something else, something even spicier that tickled at the nose and promised a burn on the way down.] I make this for the Baron, but he don't mind me sampling some.

i'll edit them out if i ever find the motivation

[littlefairybull]

Will he mind, if I do?

-=he smirks and takes a drink anyway. he caught a bit, but grins, it's harsher than what he's used to but it's clear he likes it=-

You make this?

[mo_cara]

Yeah, ain't right if I don't do it myself. [The rum is ridiculously hot - Gamzee steeps scotch bonnet peppers in it - but flavorful.] And that motherfucker is cool with it, he knows why I'm sharing, it's in his realm.

[Again, that sly smile, and he takes the flask back, swigging some himself before handing it back to Tavros.] Take as much as you like, annwyl. We got all night.

[littlefairybull]

To the Barron, then?

-=he takes another drink, and it goes down easier this time. the heat rolls slowly through his body, relaxing him bit by bit=-

You keep... calling me that.

[mo_cara]

[Gamzee watches, his mouth, his throat working, still smiling.] To that wicked motherfucker!

[He cocks his head to the side, then.] I guess I do. [There's something coy about his expression, made eerie by the skull paint, as he looks at Tavros from under lowered lashes. He assumes the other man knows what the endearment means, being from Northern Wales himself, where there are entire towns that are primarily Welsh speaking.]

[toreadorkabull]

-=he does know, which is why he doesn't ask what it means. at first he brushed it off as gamzee just being eccentric, but now it just makes his chest ache and fairies buzz around in his stomach. like it could mean something, which it couldn't possibly.

clearly he needs another drink=-

Feels like so long ago.

[mo_cara]

Forever and a day. [agrees, and then reaches out with languid, liquid grace to dance his tattooed fingers over Tavros's knuckles] Some shit don't change, though. Some shit been the same since I first laid eyes on a brother, so fine and so motherfuckin' strong.

[littlefairybull]

-=he swallows and pulls in a deep breath, handing the flask back over. his eyes dart down to their hands, and he just faintly brushes his thumb against gamzee's hand=-

Strong? Naaah. Strong is not a word... I would think to use. In reference to myself.

-=neither is 'fine' come to think about it=-

[mo_cara]

[Gamzee takes a long swallow, glancing down then trailing his eyes back up to Tavros's, smiling at the feel of the thumb against his hand.]

I know you wouldn't. But that shit be the stone cold truth just the same. You stood up when your motherfuckin' legs weren't working - and don't give me no rubbish about how it was all being them braces.

[The smile grows a little more playful and knowing, and then he reaches out with his free hand and squeezes one of the smaller man's biceps, letting his fingers linger.] Besides, what be all this if it ain't solid muscle?

[littlefairybull]

Uhh...

-=he's kind of at a loss for words, especially if he's not allowed to argue, so he just smiles and shrugs half heartedly, face flushing a faint red=-

[mo_cara]

[grins at him, and adds, teasingly] Damn, bro, if you ain't got the prettiest blush I ever laid peepers on.

[littlefairybull]

-=that only makes it worse, and he shoves at gamzee's shoulder affectionately=-

Flatterer.

[mo_cara]

[leans against that shove, then in until he's nearly nose to nose with Tavros, still grinning] You calling me a liar?

[toreadorkabull]

-=headbutts, then lets their foreheads stay together=-

Hoetwyr.

[mo_cara]

Prydferth. [counters, pressing his finger lightly under Tavros's chin, more of a caress than anything else. The younger man is right, he is flirting, and enjoying it immensely. It's so different from when they were younger, when he was awkward and unsure, and he can't help but feel a surge of both triumph and excitement that his friend is actually responding, or at least seems to be.] You complaining, bro?

[littlefairybull]

-=he's still awkward and unsure, he just hides it better. flirting he's gotten better at, as long as someone else starts it. it's like a game, and he likes games. though it's gotten him no more than the occasional one night stand where he's the one left behind in the morning. it's just what he's come to expect from life at this point=-

Does it look like I am?

[mo_cara]

Nah. Don't know if I'd stop even if you did. [teases] Been waiting awhile to try.

[He tips his head to the right a little, keeping them pressed together at the forehead, and nuzzles his nose alongside Tavros's. It is a game, playing with how far he can push without outright grabbing the smaller man and jumping into his lap, and Gamzee's not sure he gives a rat's arse who wins it.]