the non-sexual intimacy meme

[meme]

Reach out and touch someone.

1. In Bed
- Sleeping and only sleeping? You can hear your partner's heartbeat and listen to their breathing. Are they stubborn and need to be put to bed? Do they have a nightmare to be woken from, or do they sleep peacefully in your arms?

2. Cleaning Up
- This can be anything from bathing, shaving, to hair care! Or even dressing, getting out of your costume after a long day of superhero-ing.

3. Living Together
- Domesticity requires a certain level of weakness. Maybe you're seeing someone without their 'adaptive equipment' on, or their defenses lowered. A shared space comes with shares items: clothes or jewelry, or anything in between. Who keeps the place clean? Who decorates or cooks?

4. Emotional Support
- Someone who you can share your secrets with. Have you lost someone important? Are you risking your life to save theirs?

5. Physical Support
- Holding hands is the simplest show of support, like being held in someone's arms, or carried when you might fall.

6. Chaste Kisses
- A kiss on the hand may be quite continental! Or perhaps the cheek or forehead, or maybe even feet? Nothing's wrong with a little worship.

7. Wild Card
- There are as many ways to be intimate with someone as there are stars in the sky. What's the unique way that you connect?

Comments

why

[failedprotagonist]

[This is the worst thing ever. He is clearly a victim of mind control, his eyes narrowing slightly as if part of him senses something terribly wrong. Yet he doesn't quite realize what it is, and he remains calm.

Kiritsugu runs a hand briefly over Kirei's shoulder before his fingers move to Kirei's front to unfasten his clerical jacket.]

Do you ever wear more traditional clothes?

[True, he's a priest, but he doesn't have to wear his religious garb all the time. For most of his life, Kiritsugu hadn't worn Japanese clothing, not even as a child, but he had taken it up when he'd taken up residence in Fuyuki, perhaps out of desire for a sense of place, of home, of belonging somewhere. For a different kind of life. He has no idea if Kirei has ever wanted something like that.]

O-OH....

[god_damned]

[ This is an unexpected turn of events. The shock keeps him still for a moment, the feel of Kiritsugu Emiya's hand on his shoulder, then his fingers steadily undoing his clothing, is oddly defined. ]

No. Not often. [ He finds it oddly easy to admit it. ] It was not a part of my life; my father traveled frequently.

[ The culture of the church itself was engrained in him more than that of his home country. It does not cross his mind much, to be honest. It is rare that he is even seen in something other than his vestments. As void of a being as he is, he has no preference for what he wears. The clerical clothing is simply what his role requires of him, so it remains his default. The only other clothing which he keeps are remnants of his old life, similar in style to the things his wife bought for him. He does not necessarily continue the pattern out of enjoying them, but simply because it is familiar. ]

Why?

[failedprotagonist]

[The feeling of wrongness fades as he talks to Kirei. No, this is fine. He doesn't know what he was worried about.]

I was wondering, that's all.

[He shrugs.]

We're similar. [At another time, the words would chill him.] I used to be the same. Traveling all the time. Always wearing black.

[He shakes his head, as if amused. He finishes with the fastenings of Kirei's jacket, gently tugging his arms out of his sleeves. He nods down at the yukata he's currently wearing.]

You should try it.

[god_damned]

[ 'We're similar.' The words cause Kirei's brows to raise. That is what he used to think, before Kiritsugu proved him wrong -- before Kiritsugu responded with violent rejection. Now, the man says the exact opposite, with an utterly casual air, and he is stripping him with steady hands.

It seems surreal, and the shock of it leaves Kirei unquestioning and compliant.He shrugs out of his jacket, coaxed on by Kiritsugu's urgings. He is left in a simple undershirt, the Command Spells standing out obviously on his bare arms. ] All right.

[ So, likewise, his hands go to Kiritsugu's yukata. That's what Kiritsugu is implying by that gesture, yes? ]

[failedprotagonist]

[Kiritsugu can't fail to miss the Command Seals, but he only glances at them without comment, as if the reality of them doesn't quite sink in. Usually he wouldn't leave himself so vulnerable, but he has no sense of danger at the moment. Kirei's jacket comes free, and he drapes it over his arm.

He starts as Kirei's hands pull on his own clothes, eyes widening slightly, though he doesn't pull back, shaking his head as if this is some typically odd gesture of Kirei's (not realizing he's the one behaving oddly). Thanks, curse and/or brainwashing!]

Ah--I think we can find you your own...

[Although he's not quite sure where... He glances away, as if to look.]

[god_damned]

[ Alas, meme-land has not provided additional yukatas. Sorry, Kerry. ]

Why not yours? [ His hands work away at the tie around his middle. He has decided to accept Kiritsugu's exceptionally odd behavior and enjoy it for all its worth. After all, why waste such a wonderful thing? ] And you can wear my jacket.

[ This is all very reasonable. ]