PSL Musebox - OTA (wip)

[sandinmyhair]

A place where I dump all my off-game RP ideas! Warnings for... well, just about everything.


ENCANTO-BASED
A Place To Write Stuff In The Canon Setting
Got an Encanto character? Got someone else you can AU into the setting? Try some:

A1. Fluff!
Bruno's back and it's everyone's chance to love on him, now! He needs fed and washed and all manner of happy things, after all. Just be warned, he will wibble and tear up. A lot. He has a lot of catching up to do and a lot of hugging to do....

A2. Angst!
Bruno's back and he's not re-integrating very well. Ten years in the walls has not been kind to him, after all. Maybe he has it out with the others, or he tries to hide again, or starts some unhealthy coping or other. Maybe his Gift finally destroyed his health.

A3. H/C!
Bruno's back and other people are not happy about this fact. There may be, for example, an increasing belief that he's demonic and clearly in need of an exorcism.

MULTIVERSAL MISCELLANY
A Place To Write Stuff In Any Other Kind Of Place, Including Settings Of Current Games

B1. Gives New Meaning To 'Lab Rat'
Someone somewhere decided a person who could do what he does is very much worth studying. Maybe they wanted him to only see the future for them. Maybe they saw him as a way to manipulate time or travel through it or simply tap the immense energy that courses through him.

B2. Wibbly Wobbly.
Maybe the Time Lords sent you to investigate. Maybe you discovered it on your own. Whatever the reason, here you are in 1950s Colombia. Something has been poking at time. And there may or may not be an unregistered TARDIS in the area....

NSFW
Because I Can't Not Have The Occasional Smut Thread

C1. Buried Desire
Somehow you can tell that an incredibly powerful sex drive lurks under that shy, awkward exterior that's just begging to be seduced out. Granted, it won't take much to do this.

C2. Married Bliss
Welcome to the Family Madrigal! Somehow Doña Alma managed to finally marry off her son. But it's not her you have to worry about, it's his sisters and his brothers-in-law and all their wink-wink-nudge-nudge.

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[sandinmyhair]

The rest of the family might not be as keenly and--to be frank--uncomfortably observant as Bruno often is, but that doesn't mean any of them are oblivious. Once Avery's weariness starts to show, the questions noticeably die down. It's the one who'd introduced herself as Julieta who suggests their visitor get some rest.

"It'll be a while before dinner's ready," she says, confident that he'll stay a while. "Maybe you should lie down for a while. Casita can make sure the guest room is comfortable for you." Tiles ripple and clatter in agreement.

The family reach an impasse, though, at this point. Each one has things they need to do to start getting the place ready for nighttime--each one, that is, except Bruno.

"I'll, uh, I'll show you to the guest room, then?" he says a little sheepishly.

Just outside the kitchen, though, Bruno's steps slow and then stop. He goes still, staring sightlessly, and there's another flare of magic, a much stronger one, this time. His eyes glow a brilliant emerald green for a couple beats and his lips move soundlessly. Then it cuts out and he sways before recovering.

When he looks at Avery again, however, he blushes bright red. "Uh... uhm... it's... it's- it's this way." The rest of the way there, Bruno seems partly embarrassed, partly nervous, partly... anticipating?

[wildphase]

He's grateful that it's not too overwhelming before they let him go and also that he doesn't have to awkwardly inquire about where he can stay. It's going to be an adjustment to stay here in the sense that he's usually much more of a loner, but he doesn't mind having people around, he's just not used to it.

Still, he finds that he's grateful it's Bruno that ends up leading him to his room. There's something calming about the man, moreso than the rest of his family, at least to Avery, who's not used to volume, if nothing else. He's turning to give a gentle sort of smile to Bruno and maybe ask if it's always like this when he notices that he's having one of those flare ups again. He steadies him with a warm hand on his shoulder (which... might not actually help with the steadying, actually, considering) and looks concerned when he looks back,

"Are you alright?" it's only then that it clicks for him what a surge of magic like that might mean, "Is that what it's like when you see something from the future?" Luckily for the moment, he's more fascinated by the answer to that question than about the rest of Bruno's reaction.

[sandinmyhair]

Bruno leans slightly into this touch for a moment, without realising it--it almost seems as though he's terribly touch-starved. After a beat, though, he somehow manages to blush even redder.

"Ah, uh... I'm okay...." His gaze darts until the other question follows it. "It... well, this is what it's like sometimes. Other times, I do it on purpose. Have a vision, I mean." Wow, this explanation sure is falling down the stairs.

Thankfully his voluminous clothes are hiding the extent of the effect all of this is having on him.

Bruno opens a rather unremarkable-looking door to reveal a small but cozy and well-appointed room. This manages to make him even more flushed and breathless, and as soon as his guest is inside said room, he pushes the door shut again. Now they're both inside.

"The trouble is," Bruno continues as though simply picking the thought back up from where he left it. The... stuttery, flustered thought. "My- my visions are never wrong. And... and-and now we're here where it takes place, and... really, I have no idea why I had the kind of vision I just had, I usually don't, I mean it honestly blindsided me, it was the last thing I might have expected to see but I saw it anyway, so what I'm trying to say is the future apparently involves you and me and that bed...."

He's probably going to faint. Especially if he twigs to the fact that he's drawn very close to Avery, now.

"Not that I'd mind..." he finishes breathlessly. "If... I mean... if you don't. Mind, that is...."

[wildphase]

The first part he follows with little effort-- sometimes Bruno can control the visions and sometimes he can't. He can at least relate to that a bit with his own powers, though it doesn't seem like it's to the same extent. But why does Bruno seem so flustered about it? Is it possible that he's just not used to someone seeing? It's not as though Avery has picked up every little nuance here, but even he can tell Bruno is different within the family. Is not being able to control the power something shameful?

Similarly, it's easy enough to pick together that Bruno had a vision that happened in this room and that it involved the two of them, just from the first bit as he stumbles through that, but even so, the revelation of what kind of vision Bruno has just had of them hits Avery like a baseball bat. He blinks, staring, mouth slightly open for a moment while his mind races.

It's not something he'd been thinking about before this. The way he relates to his magic and the magic of the world around him is sensual-- touch, sensation, warmth, texture-- and that naturally lends itself to sex, but he rarely considers that in a more partnered, traditional sense. But, once he does, he's certainly not opposed either. It's an intriguing option, if nothing else.

Avery isn't always kind in the same way nature isn't always kind, has always had a sort of wildness about him that occasionally leads to perceived cruelty, and there's a part of him that can't help but push back a little, tease, even if he's already mostly (and quickly) decided that he's not particularly interested in fighting against fate in this case. By the time he's closing his mouth, his lips are already curling into a bit of a smirk, and he reaches up to brush the side of his thumb along Bruno's cheek, the gesture deliberately tender to underscore the truth behind words that are a bit cooler,

"Well, that's certainly a new technique for trying to get into my pants."

[sandinmyhair]

Bruno's skin is warm and softer than one might think; and his scent, woodsmoke and sage, the faint musk of pet rodents, the slight pungency of cannabis, wafts almost reluctantly into the nose. Again, he seems to lean into the touch unconsciously, eyes closing briefly.

At the words, he gives a nervous laugh, still a bit breathless and shaky. "Well, that's me, I never do things the normal way," he quips.

[wildphase]

"Are you sure the vision you saw was from now," he settles the other hand on Bruno's waist, "It's not particularly like me to move that fast." He says that, and that's true, but he's also definitely not protesting either. Bruno's so warm and he smells delightful (rats notwithstanding) and without a sexy vision he's not exactly ready to "perform" as the case might be, but getting into bed, pressing closer, sounds lovely.

He tugs Bruno just a little closer, gently, picking up that he's already gravitating towards him, just encouraging that a little.

[sandinmyhair]

"Well, uhm..." he flounders as he's pulled nearer. "It... they're never really that far out in the future, es-especially the, uh... the involuntary ones."

Before he even realises it, he's slipped an arm around the other man. "If it's not now, it's soon. Soonish. Sometime today...." His gaze drops to Avery's chest and at his own hand as it gently comes to rest on it. "It felt..." his gaze flicks back up. "Near."

Truth be told, he's he's so oddly grateful for just a touch that he could melt into the other's arms and be content with that for quite some time, even in spite of the desire that stirs in him like a sleeping giant, massive but still mostly dormant. Impulsively he pushes himself forward into Avery's embrace, pressing against him, arms going loosely around his neck to pull him in for a kiss.

[wildphase]

Avery spares half a moment of thought to causality and whether or not this is being caused by the fact that Bruno saw it happening. Maybe not, he thinks. Maybe there's a version of the world in which Bruno would have said something different, something about wanting to stay here, without the vision and Avery would have agreed. He knows this isn't coming from him in the sense that there's nothing in particular that would have made him be so bold with his host, even if it had occurred to him to be. But that's not to say there's not an attraction there.

Bruno is... not like the other people he's slept with. He's softer, for one thing, almost sweet, though he's maybe a little too desperate for that. Avery's never had the experience before of someone seeming to just relax into him like this, come a bit unraveled just for his arms around them. It's a bit intoxicating, like caging your fingers around a butterfly. Avery is willing and intrigued and Bruno seems to need it, in some way he doesn't fully understand, and hell, Avery has done a lot worse for a lot less.

So he kisses back right away, warm, heated, the hand on Bruno's face sliding into his hair instead with a loose grip. He's gentle as he winds his own arm around Bruno in return but there's a subtle strength in the way he touches him, as though he could simply move him wherever he wanted and deliberately isn't. This close, he finally also has a smell, mostly clean skin and laundry soap and sunshine, with a hint of some kind of rich cologne applied long enough ago that the smell of it goes no further than his skin.

[sandinmyhair]

Open causality loops never really troubled Bruno--it usually doesn't occur to him to act on his visions, even if he sees himself in any of them, which is rare, indeed. And yet, this time, he'd felt... compelled to act. Somehow. If he looks back on it he'll be puzzled that it even worked.

But right now he doesn't think about much of anything. Not with this need flaring in him, racing across his skin and making him shiver. He lets himself melt into their kiss, a barely audible sound humming into the join of their lips, felt more than heard. This stranger, he... he feels so good, and Bruno can't even describe it. He just knows he wants more.

There's desperation there, yes, but Bruno is soft and small, gentle and very warm. His hands and lips are tender for all the hunger that trembles deep inside him.

Eventually he pulls his lips away just far enough to speak. "I usually don't act on any of my visions," he murmurs, scarcely above a whisper. "But... I... I don't have words for what I'm feeling--this... this need...."

[wildphase]

"Given the evidence we have so far, it's probably why I'm here," he murmurs back, "at least in part." He feels so strangely calm and overall, it lends a strange, otherworldly feel to all of this. Bruno is small and gentle, hungry and forward but in the softest, gentlest way and Avery is tender back, moving with a slow, measured caution that doesn't read as emotional hesitance but rather as though he is something entirely too large trying to be delicate with something precious, a monster with a teacup. Avery isn't even all that big, though he's on the larger side of average, but Bruno is so skinny, all bones and elbows, and something about his skin seems thin, delicate, not as though he's particularly breakable but that he might be easily bruised and Avery doesn't want that. Or at least not right now, not on accident.

He's certainly picked up by now that Bruno enjoys being touched, being physically close, and since it's one of Avery's favorite things too, there's no reason to stop himself from pulling him closer, running his hands warmly over the other man, feeling out the body hiding under those loose clothes. He's more about getting his hands under clothing than trying to remove it at the moment, but he'll push aside whatever he needs to to reach skin, the calluses on his hands dragging along softer textures.

[sandinmyhair]

"Mmmh," Bruno hums in reply, eyes going lidded, and pulls Avery back in for another warm, languid kiss. Occasionally he shivers heatedly at those hands on his skin, a soft sound escaping him.

Hiding under the clothes is a willowy sort of form, ribs almost discernable, the bones of his spine a line of small bumps. He moans as Avery's fingers trace over them, back arching slightly, pressing his chest and small, soft belly against him. What muscle there is on his narrowly-built frame is the kind of ropy sinew of someone who had to regularly navigate a difficult environment on very little food. And yet it's tender and little-defined under smooth, warm skin.

The hands slipping his clothes out of place serves to unravel Bruno further, leaving him glassy-eyed with desire.

[wildphase]

There's a hunger here from his side, too, yawning wider the longer they do this. One of his favorite things in bed is enthusiasm, the more unbridled the better, and he has a bad habit of just going along with it regardless of his feelings on wherever else that enthusiasm leads.

(There's probably a joke here, that all he really needs is for someone to need him. There's probably something unexamined there he really ought to pick apart. But, honestly, it's never much mattered and it's hardly surprising or strange to want to be wanted, after all.)

He likes touching and Bruno clearly likes being touched, so it's a simple thing to do more of that, concentrating more on the path of his hands and the warm skin under them than the kiss, though he does keep up with the kiss as well. It's just secondary to getting Bruno to all but unravel for him with just the sweep of his fingers.

He navigates to the bed mostly sight unseen while he does, topples them down onto it with an aim to not just crush Bruno, but with little other care for how they end up otherwise. The point is to move closer, tangle more together.