#calefaction

Jack, loon that he was, happily flicking water from his fingertips into Bunny's face at a particularly accurate jibe. 

“Want to keep those hands?” Bunny asked him gruffly as he swatted the other with the face towel beside the sink.

“Why? You don't have enough of your own?” Jack snatched the flicked end of the cloth and used it to tug himself into Bunny's space. “Thought you could make six of them, last I counted.”

“Could always use a new pair.” Not letting Jack win ground Bunny allowed him to crowd in close, assured that it wouldn't take long before that flirty bravado gave out and Jack realized just how little space he had left himself. 

heating la calefacción

It’s a cognate. This is the English word: calefaction n. [ˌkælə’fækʃən] The property of being warming; Synonyms: incalescence. .. but it’s probably easier to think about all the heat in California.

So, looking at the date, it’s like, what, the 3rd of July? At this point the jam’s over. And as you may or may not notice, there’s no Calefaction demo. Turns out that trying to do three things at once means nothing gets out in time. Doesn’t really help when I had days dedicated Calefaction I didn’t do much. It’s really on my end if anything.

But, despite the jam being over I’m still going to work on Calefaction regardless. Really, it would’ve been nice to release the demo on time, or even within the late days, but again, it’s a me thing. Besides, I sorta selfishly used this as an excuse to start making Calefaction anyway, this was a good jump start if anything.

I’d like to thank everyone on the game jam discord for your help. There were things in 2k3 I really didn’t think it’s possible, I wouldn’t have made much progress without you all!

I intended to work on Calefaction post jam anyway, so the real loss was just a playable demo right now. Thank you all despite not being on much. orz

Digressing on, I’ll also start, or at least attempt, to show of more of what I can do. More sketches, more spriteworks, and showing of MIDIs. YEAH if you’re not a fan of the MIDI then you’re so not going to like me.

Anyways, thank you for your time reading this, hopefully I’ll have something out before the end of July. I also want to thank Pinkuboa for starting the jam, if weren’t for that Calefaction would still just be a buried dream in the abyss.

I DO NOT DIE. I MERELY NAP.

Jack had expected to return to find Bunny right where he'd left him, burrowing his way through a mound of busywork while he waited for the little magic egg tulips to bloom. Instead when he followed the eager pull of his Wind he found his favorite grumpy rabbit all curled up around one of his overly large drawing books and squinting through his cute little glasses at the ruins in front of him.

Jack wondered if Bunny even realized they were still on his face, he only wore them when he was reading or working on the really tiny details of his machines, and scrunching up his eyes out at the crumbling stone wall was going to give him a killer headache.

It was, naturally, in Bunny's best interest for Jack to sweep in and pluck them off of his wide flat nose.

Exchanging them for his lips however was a purely selfish act and one which would bring about a different kind of headache altogether.

"Jack." Bunny said in way of greeting, not shifting a smidge under the sudden weight on his back as Jack settled fully onto his shoulders.

From this close and upside down Jack couldn't see the expression Bunny was making, it was still a bit of a marvel to him that he didn't feel any wiggle of anxiety from that, or the carefully neutral voice. It was at times a chore but he had done his best to stop reading into every minute twitch of Bunny's body language. Besides, beneath the dark slashes of his brows were a pair of beautifully expressive eyes the color of fresh growth on a pine, when the needles were still all feathery and soft and charmingly green, and he was more than happy to look at them.

"Why are you wearing your glasses to paint?" he asked, feeling the quick little twitches of Bunny's nose against his brow.

"Some baking eggs broke down, took a moment to fix them was all." Without looking away from Jack at all he reached his hand to the side and picked something from his bag.

Beside him was a satchel of his supplies, Jack had learned to recognize it during their many trips across the world as Bunny would let him out to blow off all his energy while he painted, and Jack knew from experience that Bunny could pluck exactly what he needed from it without ever looking away from his work. Jack had made a game of trying to hand him the wrong thing once, but it was like he had a kind of sense for his tools. As soon as the item had touched his hand he'd declare "no, not that" and pluck the correct item from wherever in the bag Jack had secreted it. Jack was sure there was some magic to it all.  

"Where's Twiner?"

"Slithered off to play," Jack said of their cute little serpent of a child. Though child was a very generous description for a snake spirit of a trillion year old seed. They had called him any number of silly nicknames as they debated on what his name would actually be, but it had been Bunny's somewhat affectionate complaint about his habit of twinning himself around their arms that had stuck, figuring he could complain to them about it if he grew enough sentience to have an opinion.

So far he had the personality of any other tree sapling, interested only in food, comfort, and whatever curiosities he could fit inside his mouth, but that wasn't unusual for human infants either. Given the growth rate and lifespan of a weeping willow tree Twiner should be aging at a rate similar to humans, and at twelve years old it could be argued he’d never gain human characteristics; but those were all cuttings of cuttings from his failed world tree experimentations, and this was a fully rooted and growing seedling of the parent tree, Aster didn't feel qualified to assume anything based on that.

He could have a spaience completely alien to anything they had encountered before.

"You plan on letting me go anytime soon?" Bunny asked, easily moving his hand across the paper without once looking away from Jack's eyes. Jack was certain he was completely blocking the view, but who knew what kind of tricks the old rabbit could do.

"Not really," he smiled and pressed another kiss against the short fur of Bunny's nose. "Why, am I bothering~ you?"

"I'd like to finish this sketch before something else falls apart on me. Easter is righ-"

"Around the corner, yes you've been saying for days."

“Breaks over,” Aster smiled against Jack's mouth, nibbling on the little aggrieved sound that escaped as Jack processed the sound.

“Stay,” Jack whined, trying to cling as Aster raised his head, but while they were similar in height heel to the ground Jack was all leg and Aster was mostly torso, pinned as he was Jack couldn't quite chase after if Bunny arched his neck out of reach.

“I got chores Jack.”

“You didn't even eat.”

“That's debatable.” He admired the ruffled mess he had made of the sprite under him in satisfaction and grinned when Jack realized the full weight of his gaze.

He would be more than happy to continue, bring them both to a more satisfying conclusion, but Spring waits for no one, even a particularly pouty frost spirit, and Easter was right around the corner.

“I have work to do, Frost.” He pressed his nose against Jack's temple, lips against his ear, and breathed deep and loud. “and this isn't a thing I will rush.”

“You always rush everywhere.” Jack complained.

“Speed comes with skill,” Bunny promised, “you need to start slowly,” he draw a claw up under Jack's shirt, the soft skin giving under the pressure like the spongy layer of moss on a boulder, “you need to be precise, and careful when you're starting something new.”

Jack leaned into it where he expected him to arch away, hand leaving the thick fur of his neck to grip at the fingers under his clothes, interlock them together and hold them in place. Aster imagined his palm was hot enough to burn given how cold Jack ran, the frost that glittered like embroidery on his hem long since melted from Bunny's touch.

Still Jack held him there like he could brand his handprint to his ribs.

“So,” Jack breathed his words more than he spoke them, pulling in air with great care not to pant, “we should start practicing right?”

Impatient little bastard.

“After Easter,” Bunny took their laced fingers and pulled them away from Jack's skin, up to his mouth where he could kiss each of Jack's knuckles. “I have a LOT of work ahead of me.” He scraped the barest edge of his teeth across Jack's wrist and listened to Jack's breathing get rougher, like this small contact was in any way laborious.

There were steps you couldn't skip when first making chocolate.

Tempering was one of them.

He had indulged in Jack's novice attempts at seduction the way one indulged novice attempts in a beginners baking class.

But now that Jack had decided to take things a bit more seriously he was going to be stricter about the process.

Jack had put his hands on the fruit of his tree, if he wanted to taste the results of his harvest we would need to stick it out through the whole of the process.

Beginning with the laborious task of fermentation.

heating la calefacción

It’s a cognate. This is the English word: calefaction n. [ˌkælə’fækʃən] The property of being warming; Synonyms: incalescence. .. but it’s probably easier to think about all the heat in California.

heating la calefacción

It’s a cognate. This is the English word: calefaction n. [ˌkælə’fækʃən] The property of being warming; Synonyms: incalescence. .. but it’s probably easier to think about all the heat in California.