drown your sorrows in a bar that won't drown you.

[sylphystia]

Who: Everyone's welcome!
Broadcast: No
Action: Málum, Crowley's bar on the Iskaulit
When: The latter half of March, until they leave the system.

[Though there are 'dry bars' down on the water planet, Crowley's bar is still open. Even the apocalypse couldn't close this thing. Whether you're angsting over something you got from home or you just DON'T TRUST THE OCEAN, there is a leather seat at Málum waiting for you.]

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[sylphystia]

[Dezel makes the grumpiest face he can muster, only it makes him look about fifteen years younger. Silver eyes wide, lips and nose scrunched up, jaw set. Little kids get that look when they're trying to be intimidating. Dezel is embarrassed, that much is true, but he absolutely has the right to kiss someone whenever he wants. He knows he's being ridiculous and probably a bit dense. He's just...

He scoffs and looks away. No one else is paying attention. The bar is damned empty, and Crowley's probably off drinking in the back or something if he's even here. Dezel finally looks back over to his partner in crime, seizes him by the shoulders.

And then, because Zaveid deserves to be embarrassed once in a while, Dezel tugs him into a dip-kiss. He won't let Zaveid fall, obviously-- his grip is pretty tight-- but it's pretty sudden.]

[airily]

[ For a moment the only thing that Zaveid can do is just stop and look at Dezel, all scrunched up and furious; there's something incredibly endearing about it and it makes him want to reach out and touch, to let his hand brush over the skin of his cheek, to touch his hair and feel the reality of him being here and being alive. He's wonderful, Zaveid thinks, living and... Existing, and there's something undeniably amazing about how happy he is.

He doesn't know what he would do if he was forced to lose this and he's glad he doesn't have to consider it. For as long as they're here he's going to be around and be with Dezel - for as long as the other seraph lets him have this he'll keep it. He'll hold it close to his heart and never forget it.

Lost in thought, he doesn't notice he's being swept until he's dipped down and there's a mouth pressed over his. He makes a soft noise of surprise but he's quick to lean up, wrapping an arm around Dezel and pressing into the kiss. There's no hesitation; Zaveid trusts Dezel with his life. ]