[dan feng may or may not be carting one (1) little bastard who somehow insists on looking for supplies while RECOVERING FROM INJURY back into his house]
[Jing Yuan is still FUCKIN BLIND but he's gotten ready for bed and is now being a loser sitting around waiting for Dan Heng to come back. He can't text/call him because his EYES DO NOT WORK.
Sleeping fully clothed? Why Dan Feng, how charmingly pure of you. And here the Dan Feng I knew was almost certainly doing far more inappropriate things with someone...
[rounding on jing yuan, putting a hand gently on his forearm.]
You - ! [he gives dan heng a determined look.] Jing Yuan! You should be ashamed of yourself! Did you not court him properly?! This is highly inappropriate-
[he starts ranting. you see, dan feng is a born and bred traditionalist.]
And you! [gesturing with his other hand at dan heng.] You should not be consorting without- without-
[He may be blind but he's got a strong enough sense of his immediate surroundings to find a part of both of them to pinch.]
Honestly, you two.
[He's still amused, but he supposed he may as well be the grownup here...]
Dan Feng, we are neither married nor lovers of any kind. Sharing a bed is no different than sharing a bunk on the field, you know. And you shouldn't complain, given I moved into Dan Heng's room because you were prowling outside my window.
And as for Dan Heng, you are very much marriageable! If you continue to put yourself down I shall force you to stand in the middle of the green and recite your virtues five hundred times.
[jing yuan catches him by the arm, and it startles dan feng enough that off-balances and just barely misses crushing dan heng with his weight. he favors jing yuan with an annoyed look that yingxing is the usual recipient of.]
Oh. [uhhhh. scooting to the very edge of the bed.] I apologize for any skulking. [his tail does poke dan heng’s, unsure.]
Dan Heng. Objectively you are a man with attractive qualities, even if you have the most annoying tendency to ignore your own well-being. [sorry he is bad at this.] Cease your self-flagellation.
[he huffs at dan heng, and then proceeds to manhandle dan heng’s tail so he can twine his own with it. jing yuan gets polite dan feng. you get overbearing predecessor dan feng.]
I have been quite well-behaved, thank you. The past few hours, at least. [a pause.] May I touch your face, Jing Yuan?
[stubbornly, like he didn't also let dan feng work himself up for a bit. his ears burn, with the TAIL TWINING, but he doesn't struggle, as he is far too busy doing emotional and instinctive calculus about that particular gesture.]
[dan feng gently cradles jing yuan’s jaw, holding him in place, as he looks the injuries over. the urge to kiss the crown of jing yuan’s head is all-consuming for the five seconds he spends just staring jing yuan in his sightless eyes, and he sighs, before giving in and doing it anyway.
jing yuan’s hair is too fluffy to know if he feels it or not, and it’s not like dan feng has experience to draw from… he’d seen baiheng do it a lot. she does it to him too, to his consternation.
his face is very red when he draws back.]
I am sorry that you both experienced such adversity.
[Between Dan Feng & Bladex2 there are so many injuries... But he's taking it in stride. Mostly.
He can feel Dan Feng lean in, and sorta feel the headkiss, but it takes a couple of seconds for him to register what it was.
He tilts his head, in genuine curiosity instead of the usual mean girl attitude, and... touches his own head... It's a very "???????" gesture, and now all three of then are flushed.]
[dan feng gives dan heng a supremely bitchy look, which he is very good at. and dan heng is probably very good at it too, but screw you. he yanks at dan heng’s tail for good measure.]
… nothing. [he lets go of jing yuan’s face, feeling awkward.] Anyway.
[squawks?! if dan feng was hoping for subtlety, he should have considered dan heng is not used to having a physical tail (a detail he may not even know)!]
[dan feng can’t help it: he growls, in a way he’d only done as a, yes, difficult child - when he was too young to be taught etiquette, and he wanted to be paid attention to, to be played with.
he tugs at dan heng’s tail again. abandons all propriety to crawl over jing yuan’s legs - their tails wound together now within touching distance - and swipes at dan heng’s fluffy head.]
[Jing Yuan sits placidly while they climb around him. This feels exactly like having kittens...
He can't help but laugh. He'll provide stories, but whether they're true or not (and whether they remain the same across timelines) only Dan Feng can say.]
You haven't? Well then... I heard when he was small he once stood up in the middle of a lecture from a particularly boring tutor and declared he would no longer endure such torment. Then he climbed a tree and refused to come down until the preceptors provided a "tutor worthy of the High Elder's attention."
[dan feng manages to reach a pitch previously unknown to man, and abandons his pursuit of dan heng to sit at jing yuan’s side and to (gently) cover his mouth.]
dan feng narrows his eyes. removes his hand, reaches out for dan heng; pauses because this is descending into juvenile behavior that would horrify every single preceptor he’d had, but the levity it seems to bring into the room cannot be understated.
he then quickly leans in, sandwiching jing yuan between the two of them, and reaches around to flick a fingernail directly at the base of dan heng’s tail, a place that he knew from experience would be a jolt at the very least.]
[jerks bodily with a gasp, which does in fact plaster him against jing yuan's back, where his previous contact was feather-light, almost polite save for the fact he was using the general as a shield.
enjoy your lion sandwich with dragon bread, jing yuan.]
[dan feng subsides against one of jing yuan’s sides with an extremely petulant glare at dan heng. he uncurls his tail to drape across jing yuan instead.]
[jumps a little bit when jing yuan touches his tail ?? ?? ?]
No. [he sniffs.] You just have no spatial awareness when it comes to your tail. [vaguely the memories of why is swimming at the back of his head but he doesn’t want to think about those at the moment.] I will teach you starting tomorrow.
[...Y'know. Jing Yuan already has Dan Feng's tail, so. He just feels around for Dan Heng's too. Gonna pet and cuddle both tails at once while they argue.]
[with the confidence of a man who’s used to most of his orders being followed all of his life, he moves to pick up jing yuan’s hand where it’s petting dan heng’s tail, and places it on a slightly flaky patch of scales further up.]
Tell me how that feels, Jing Yuan. [u better answer right, my guy.]
[it is one thing if he is manhandling jing yuan with tail, and if dan feng is manhandling his tail (he has decided that's fine even if he has also decided he can be a brat about it), but jing yuan reaching for his tail feels different, and dan feng guiding his hand around is,,,
look, it's a lot. he's going red again, somewhere between scandalized and embarrassed.]
[How is it that Dan Feng can be so traditional and pure but also such a monster?? He can hear how embarrassed Dan Heng is, and he's a little red himself from the intimacy of this gesture. But he's dying much less than these weenie dragons...]
It's a little scratchy. You could use a nice moisturising bath, I think.
[Like. He kind of is, in that it hurts and he has to refrain from stretching the bad arm, but he's doing it anyway because it gives him some personal space. He's not ready to confront his apparent dragon kink right now.]
[dan feng: a man whose qualities tip heavy so far in one way that there is nothing quite left in the direction of emotional intelligence.]
You should be taking better care of your horns. [at least he’s not touching them. for now. his propriety way of tilting dan heng’s face from side to side like he’s merely judging if a persimmon is ripe makes up for it.] Buff them like you would with your claws.
[he’s still holding dan heng’s chin when he turns towards jing yuan.] I can help you stretch if you want, Jing Yuan. [surely it’s just the same way he did it to the entirety of the quintet when they were deployed: exceedingly medical in nature.]
[He's making a show of stretching real big just so he can avoid being accused of needing help. It looks very nice given he's just got his undershirt on at this point but that isn't actually the point, you little monsters.]
Try not to take offense, Dan Heng. Tact has never been one of Dan Feng's skills.
[dan feng spends so long Looking at that show that he sort of forgets dan heng is there. did jing yuan always look like that? when did that happen? what????]
As High Elder, I am a diplomat. [he remembers he still has dan heng’s face in hand. oops. he pats dan heng’s cheek with a fond condescension one usually affects with small toddlers.] Your claws, Dan Heng. I am not sure if they have been sealed too, in your case.
[He can't see them, but he can feel their stares boring into his back. It's flattering, but also embarrassing. If this was just Dan Heng -- just his Dan Heng -- he'd be tempted to make a move, but alas, he hasn't been blessed that much.
With these two, it's best to pretend he doesn't notice anything, and that he doesn't have any such problems himself. Everything here is Pure and Chaste.]
My point, Dan Feng, is that it's rude to scold someone for the way they feel comfortable in their own skin. If he wants to be vain like we are, that's all well and good, but he has the right to be rugged if he'd rather. Give advice when it is requested.
You sound like one of the Elders. [annoyed huff. he was not the sort of man who waited for permission or for things to be requested of him.] How did that happen. Where the awkward little Lieutenant go.
[the hand on dan heng's cheek sways out of range of his teeth to. go for a horn, trying to tilt his head by one finger on it.]
[his brows furrow, less at the choice in words he's actually grumping over and more over what dan feng is saying-- that's uncomfortable. he doesn't like that comparison.
but that means he makes a startled little noise at horn contact, head tipping without resistance.]
[he's too busy manhandling dan heng by horn inspection to pay complete attention to what he's saying, but this is certainly a dan feng who has been untouched by a bleak future that would come to pass, no matter how much of it he's heard secondhand.]
Do not fret, Jing Yuan. I certainly would not think of the Preceptors the way I think of you. Come back here and stop sulking.
[he rubs a thumb over one of the nubs at the base of dan heng's horns, brow furrowed.] Sticky.
[exasperated. he does knock it off, but not before flicking one of dan heng's ears, with a fangy little smirk that suggested he was teasing the other vidyadhara on purpose.
he makes space for jing yuan, hands hovering to help him if he went off-balance.]
[glowers at dan feng, then reaches to simply gently tug jing yuan into the space that's been made for him. fuck you, being polite about the lion but not the smaller lizard. no manners here.]
It was for his own good. [there's the snotty tone again as dan feng moves to gently put his arm over jing yuan's shoulders.] That is what you get for disobeying your doctor's orders.
[there is, but they'd all be plastered against each other, and while he'd shared cramped spaces with the quintet before, there was no immediate threat of the enemy here. here it would be... inapproriate.]
I can sleep on the floor, as you are both injured.
[the problem with being so pale was that the shade of bright red that's quickly spreading down his face is very visible.]
I do wish to stay; I am loathe to leave either of you out of my sight.
[he takes his hair down. presses close against jing yuan - he's blushing hard enough that the heat of his face is mortifyingly obvious - and crosses their ankles together.]
I will not be able to sleep soon, but I will be here when you both wake.
[The closeness is A Lot, but he's the one who invited it so he's going to deal. He just flops between them and gets comfortable, a big nice comfy body pillow for them both.
He's studiously thinking about the most boring things he can think of, so he doesn't have to think about how badly he wants to roll onto Dan Feng and kiss him stupid. That would be unacceptable behaviour. He'll blame the urge on the concussion.]
[dan feng opens his eyes to a ceiling he doesn't know and to a feeling of incredible wrongness. this is, however, how he has woken up about half his life so far so it's not that different; what is different, here, is the two other companions he has.]
[They're all piled into this bed that barely fits them, nice and snug. Jing Yuan is snuggled close, too, his good arm flopped over Dan Feng's chest and his face against his shoulder. A soft lion.]
[tucked against jing yuan in turn, a tail looped over the both of them, is dan heng. this bed really isn't big enough for two people, let alone a giant like the general plus two high elders, so he's essentially velcroed to jing yuan's back, forehead pressed to his shoulderblade like it can protect him from drowning in fluff.]
[his own tail, too, is somehow draped over the two occupants of the bed. dan feng cannot remember the last time he’d woken up so warm.
so he turns. squirms around in this too-small bed until he can face jing yuan, watching the sleep-slack face of his beloved. he’s never been up this close either, and he’s spellbound by their proximity.]
[It's a very pretty sleeping face, although it's still marred by the injuries Dan Feng himself caused. Most importantly, it's peaceful -- Jing Yuan isn't used to sleeping beside anyone, but the scent of Imbibitor Lunae is such a comfort he can't help but feel safe, off in happy dreams.]
[dan heng has, occasionally, been kidnapped into march's bed, so sleeping tucked up against another isn't entirely foreign to him, but it did take a little adjustment to settle into sharing a bed with jing yuan, when he was firmly denied the floor on that first night.
dan feng lifts his head a little bit. twines his tail gently with dan heng’s, across jing yuan. sinks back down, into the warmth, luxuriating in their combined scents.
and then he leans in to slot his and jing yuan’s mouths together, in the same way he’d done centuries ago, in the same way he’d seeded jing yuan with the mara than ran through him then.]
[The worst part, in retrospect, will be that for a few brief seconds in the haze between sleeping and waking, Jing Yuan kisses back. What a nice dream, says a foggy thought in the back of his mind. A dream he's had for seven hundred years.
But then his body registers that the contact is real and he jerks away with a gasp, sitting up all at once with a bright red face. Too bad for Dan Heng, who most likely gets shoved off of the bed entirely. At least Jing Yuan can see now?]
[this room has no windows, but now dan feng knows where it is in the house layout. knows that there is one way into it. one way out.
and his side of the bed is the one closest to the door.
dan feng had taken his hair down, before sleeping, and it falls over his shoulders as he sits up, too. sleep-rumpled is, unfortunately, a very good look on him.]
Do you not want me? [he cants his head in dan heng's direction.] Look at what you did to A-Heng.
[his wrist is caught, because quite honestly jing yuan will always be the one single person who can command his attention wholly and immediately-
dan feng twists the hand in jing yuan’s grip abruptly, moving to dig his nails viciously into jing yuan’s forearm, trying to pull him close with a fanatical smile.
but he has enough peripheral awareness to at least whip out his tail, a little late, to try clothesline dan heng.]
[Jing Yuan is going to be kicking himself for letting his guard down for the next year. Absolutely.
For now though he's letting himself be pulled on, because he's doing his best to distract. And also that's his not-busted forearm, so he'd rather it not get mangled too badly. He keeps his eyes on Dan Feng, but is still Aware of Dan Heng.]
[dan heng is typically quite graceful, but the room is not really large enough for effective dodging, so while he tries- instead of being clotheslined he's swatted into the wall. ow.]
You’re not my Jing Yuan. We’re strangers. Why should I listen to you?
[but dan feng’s pupils are huge like this. a different jing yuan is still jing yuan: he is unable to make the distinction. he sways close, his free hand crawling upwards to -
he pauses, eyes crinkling like he’d thought of something amusing. (jing yuan had always been careful to never have personal relationships, simply because dan feng had the tendency to slaughter them, just to see jing yuan’s face twist in despair.) his eyes slant towards where dan heng is crumpled against the wall.
that’s all the warning either of them are getting before he lunges for the other vidyadhara.]
[Jing Yuan was braced for whatever action that hand was going to take, so the pause is alarming. He can't read Dan Feng's mind, but he can see the change in his expression, and he knows something is about to happen--
When it does, he reacts swiftly, scrambling off the bed to chase after Dan Feng.]
[he's still reeling, but his focus is on the door, staggering towards it to try and get there first while the other two scuffle with single-minded determination.]
[grabs at the nearest things- looks two tin cans of something - and throws them without hesitation and in quick succession: one aimed at dan heng’s head, the other aimed and jing yuan’s knee.]
[Jing Yuan deftly avoids the can! He's serious now, with Dan Heng at risk. He'll stand up to Dan Feng for someone else much more quickly than he will for himself -- and for someone he cares about, especially. For Dan Heng, who he's already promised to protect, there's no question. He's decisive and willful and angry when he reaches out in an attempt to get a handful of Dan Feng's hair and yank him backwards.]
[dan feng saying his name like that actually helps dan heng catch on better, turns his attention back to the struggle. not that it helps much, when cans are being tossed in such close quarters, but dan heng is quick. he doesn't need to dodge by a large margin if he simply doesn't get hit.
unfortunately, he is not yet accustomed to his horns being a very physical, present target. the crack as the can strikes a horn is painfully loud.]
[the sound dan feng makes when jing yuan catches him by the hair is low and throaty and really, uncomfortably close to a moan. his centre of gravity follows, and he tilts back to crash in jing yuan’s direction.
he’s laughing as he goes down.]
Does it hurt, darling? [because his own horn breaking off was the worst pain he’d ever felt. a rotten tooth compounded a thousand, thousand times. a raw nerve scraped with dozens of knives. even now, the jagged stump was unbearable to touch.]
[That sound is horrifying. Jing Yuan wants to attend to Dan Heng immediately, but he can't even afford to look in his direction when Dan Feng is still able to move. He releases the hair and lets the old fool hit the floor, then drops to sit on him, straddling his waist and using his knees to try and pin Dan Feng's arms. Only then can he look over at Dan Heng.]
Dan Heng! Are you--
[He'd say alright, but that's probably a stupid question.]
[dan feng goes down easy as anything. he could swipe at jing yuan with his tail, he could buck him off, he could do several dozen things and not break a sweat, but the look on jing yuan’s face is intoxicating.]
That was your fault, a-Yuan, for letting me into your bed.
[He'd resist that verbal blow, if he hadn't already been thinking exactly that. He wanted to soak in that kinder, more familiar Dan Feng so badly he let himself be reckless, and now this. It's his fault for being a fool, and it's also his fault because he knows a big part of Dan Feng's motivation in hurting Dan Heng just now was his desire to hurt Jing Yuan.
It's gut-wrenching, and he doesn't know what to do besides clapping his good hand over Dan Feng's mouth to silence him. Dan Feng can lay there and enjoy seeing this Jing Yuan going through the earliest stages of breaking down, just like his own had done hundreds of years ago.]
When I let you up, you will leave this house. Do you understand me?
[it doesn’t matter if jing yuan stops him from talking. dan feng knows he already won this scuffle, even if he’s the one pinned to the ground.
it shows in the way dan feng’s eyes crinkle in deranged joy up at jing yuan. he lifts his hands as best as he can in the universal gesture for surrender.]
[He startles at the sudden loud noise, and when he looks up at Dan Heng there's a half-second where his expression is unfiltered hurt. But he covers it in a blink, looking back to Dan Feng as he cautiously gets to his feet, unpinning him.]
[dan feng climbs to his feet, docile in the way predators are after a fresh kill.]
I’ll see you soon, baobei.
[he picks up his boots. slants a triumphant smile at dan heng, tail curling happily behind him.] You too, my cute little successor. Do look for me when the pain starts being unbearable.
[and he actually leaves without further violence, in and out of this room.]
[Jing Yuan clenches his hands into tight fists, barely containing the urge to scream at Dan Feng. Stay away from Dan Heng, he thinks. Don't call me that! But he holds it in, to make sure the encounter is over and to avoid giving Dan Feng extra ammo.
When Dan Feng has gone (and they've heard the front door close), he grabs his hair ribbon from wherever he'd stashed it before bed and comes over to check Dan Heng's horn.]
We should tie this. Stabilise it, so the fractures don't spread.
[his lip curls in a snarl to match dan feng's smile, but he doesn't make a sound, more focused on watching him leave, then fixing his attention on jing yuan.
he's shaking, in that way that he couldn't force himself not to even if he was really aware of it, from the pain of his larger wound and the adrenaline and the bone deep agony in his horn. his breaths are forcibly even, but too deep and slightly too fast, dan heng trying so very hard to keep it together.]
Of course I don't. You just focus on bearing the pain for now.
[It's more than a little awkward, wrapping the ribbon around Dan Heng's horn and tying it. He's careful not to make it too loose or too tight, but it still takes longer than it ought to, since he's working with one busted arm.
Dan Heng seems so upset. He's in so much pain, and Jing Yuan is desperately wishing he could roll back the clock and keep him from ever encountering this horrible version of Dan Feng.]
[dan heng opens his mouth- closes it. all he can think of to say are apologies, but he's keenly aware jing yuan won't want them. won't accept any of dan heng's own blame in this.
he twitches, grits his teeth. jing yuan is being achingly careful, but there's really no way to engage with his horn right now that doesn't make him want to scream with the pain lancing into his skull, so he leans against the wall and keeps forcing himself to breathe as even as he can.]
[It's true, he wouldn't accept it. Dan Feng was right that he won this battle. The seed of self-blame has already taken root.
At least he also chooses not to apologise. He doesn't want to hurt Dan Heng any more than he already has -- more than he has to even in this moment. He gets the ribbon tied as quickly as his fumbling will let him, then gently takes Dan Heng's hands to tug him towards the bed.]
Come and lie down. Would you like me to fetch a doctor of some kind?
She would. But Miss Megumi is also a healer. You'll have help no matter what.
[He does unfortunately take his hands back, so he can go find whatever shitty otc painkillers they may have a bottle of.
He's very carefully staying calm, but internally he's thinking about the future, and all that could go wrong or right with it. Without any outward indication, the anxiety is rising into a choking, black cloud he can't see past at all.]
closes it. he won't do either of them good if he's genuinely nasty about this.]
...I would have encountered him anyway. And I brought him back. His affection for you is stronger, but he is still interested in myself. So please don't bear this alone.
[He goes quiet at that, staring at the floor as he formulates a response. He knows he's being petulant, and he's irritated at himself for not keeping his relaxed front up. Another mistake. He shouldn't have shown weakness.
And yet he did, and Dan Heng is trying so hard to drag him out of the emotional pit Dan Feng threw him into. But... he doesn't know how to let him do that. He's been bearing everything alone for far too long.
He can, at least, put his smile back on when he elects to lie.]
[And he walks out! At least he's just going down the hall. Y'know, so he can do his embarrassing crying in the shower where no one will hear him. Then he's gonna flop in his room and brood.]
[not for the first time, dan feng contemplates dismembering gowther. it’s a comforting thought that complements what is fufufu and do i own this baby now? what do i do with a baby?.]
[dan feng is not moving from his little blanket/pillow/clothing fort/nest/cocoon in the bed. he’s a good bit sicklier-looking than the last time they’ve spoken, and he’s buried under bedcover paraphernalia from the shoulders down.
he squirms to at least brace himself on an elbow, wincing.]
[ unwraps the bundle. it's a book on human fashion! random shit ranging from Earth's 1950s to the 2020s. all the dates are scrubbed out and there's no real categorization. every page brings a different vibe and time period for maximum whiplash. ]
These are fashion customs from a world named 'Earth'. I thought you might find it enriching.
[2 minutes later, after dropping his phone on his face, watching it bounce off the mattress and under his bed, and after fishing it out, all the while feeling a really absurd combination of happiness and suspicion,]
Imbibitor Lunae: it is fine Imbibitor Lunae: i am not good at chatting, yuan’er Imbibitor Lunae: general
Jing Yuan: I'll practice with you. Jing Yuan: I did tell you I'd pay you attention if you behaved. Jing Yuan: You've MOSTLY behaved, so here's your attention. Jing Yuan: If it's like this, then you can't see or feel me, so it'll be easier to resist madness, right??
Imbibitor Lunae: yes, but the more i speak with you, the more i want to put my hands on you Imbibitor Lunae: in every way possible Imbibitor Lunae: i have wanted you for centuries Imbibitor Lunae: Imbibitor Lunae: i do not know what to say. i have never spoken to yuan'er like this over text
Imbibitor Lunae: if i don't have the Imbibitor Lunae: rage, or the obsession, or the greed, or the madness, or Imbibitor Lunae: all i have Imbibitor Lunae: is the guilt
[he stops typing here. his hands are shaking too violently]
Imbibitor Lunae: hundreds of thousands of millions lost be cause I wasn't strgong enough Imbibitor Lunae: i have nothing to offer you like this
Imbibitor Lunae: i have told you dozens of times image is part and parcel of leadership Imbibitor Lunae: do you think my robes were practical or comfortable in any way
[you: hello, first time caller, long time listener here. is it inappropriate to tell the love of your immortal life that you want to perform a nice little lobotomy on the previous love of your life (you seem to have too many of those. stop that), scoop his scrambled egg brain cells out, and crawl into that space because you have never stopped loving him?
underpaid ipc dj: what the fuck?]
Imbibitor Lunae: it is the sentiment that counts Imbibitor Lunae: what are you doing outside?
Imbibitor Lunae: yuan'er you are a weapon you can never be unarmed do you remember you strangled me with your bare hands on extalla-884 Imbibitor Lunae: i loved it. i love you Imbibitor Lunae: Imbibitor Lunae: i need a moment
Jing Yuan: take one Jing Yuan: I'll be around when you can think straight Jing Yuan: [two photos of fat squirrels, just to push his actual name and messages off the screen]
[he snaps it like the insult it is. there's a silence where he wants to say so many things like i've been in so much pain i threw up earlier because someone ate my tail or i'm hungry but i just ate and i think it's the other mouth do you have another mouth too or is it just a gluttony thing or yingxing isn't answering his phone. he hasn't changed one bit how many times did we have to drag him out of the forge or i just want to see you all the time but he doesn't say any of these because he doesn't know how to deal with a jing yuan whose concern did not have the edge of bereaved, tortured misery.]
No, I think I just caught something, honestly. Contagious.
[He knows that was an insult, but it's not something he thinks should be an insult. He's proud of maintaining his ability to care after all these painful centuries. But... But he doesn't want to make it a point to argue about, so he doesn't defend himself on that point.
There's the sound of leaves crunching in the background, as Jing Yuan starts to angrily stomp his way back through the trees towards the cabins.]
[there's several attempted calls, before dan feng scrambles out of the scant nest of blankets and pillows and clothing he'd made in his room.
his balance issues have vanished in the morning, but the tightly bandaged tail he'd manifested for aphelios still could not be dissipated- he'd probably need to solve the hunger thing but he's been busy with soaking in jing yuan's attention to care.
he remembers, extremely belatedly, stumbling to lock the front door, that since his usual clothing was out drying from all the blood, and he refuses to wear whatever absurd excuses for clothing that were left to him by shadowpeaks- he is wearing the robes of his long-former office, a prize from the very first game here he'd died in.
his hair is unbound, his earrings nowhere in sight. the bandages are streaked with the rust brown of dried blood. he looks like he hasn't slept in ten thousand years. he absolutely cannot let jing yuan see him like this.]
[And he's gotten Jing Yuan quite irritated, so he just shoves the door open further. He's still wearing the mwm outfit but that's not important right now. He is CONCERNED... and also, he'll feel a lot safer around Dan Feng if he keeps himself in the aggressive position.]
[excuse me??? you're only a few centuries younger??
dan feng is not looking at his face. he is looking at the swathe of skin visible down jing yuan's side, down to the cut of his hip. his fangs ache; he wants.]
Huh? [he blinks himself back to the conversation.] Er. Nothing happened. [good job being convincing.] Can you keep it down?
[Jing Yuan ignores Dan Feng's hungry gaze the same way he's ignoring how much he looks like the old Dan Feng in that outfit -- poorly. Both of these things make his stomach turn and his heart ache, and he shivers visibly for a moment before he reins it all in.]
I can lower my voice, but I won't listen to your nonsense. Let me take care of you a little, you old fool.
[If Dan Feng can scold him for not respecting Yingxing as his senior, Jing Yuan can call Dan Feng old.]
[dan feng steps back, then, his actual tail curling up high behind him, the tip swaying lazy: I'm happy to see you.]
Come in, then. [he is carefully not looking at jing yuan's face. in fact, he turns away, showing him his back. if jing yuan can just ignore the hastily bandaged, suspiciously mangled tail below his intact one that will be great thanks. ] Tea?
[there's no other way to describe it: dan feng's entire countenance turns shifty, ears pinning back, and his shoulders round, curling up into himself.]
My- room is at the end of the hall. The only open door. [it's a mess but.] Let us not talk of it here.
[there is a suspicious lack of drinkware in the kitchen, but dan feng manages to make tea with scavenged lipton bags, and start to steep them in a red solo cup and a vaguely barney shaped mug - if barney was exposed to nuclear radiation.]
This way.
[off he goes, completely, unsettlingly silent on bare feet.]
[he is not looking back up or answering until he's undone one of jing yuan's boots completely because if he looks up he is directly face level with his crotch and dan feng really was the king of bad choices wasn't he.
he can feel his ears heat so like. wait patiently sir.]
You are welcome. [the throatiness was there before ok it is not because of this.]
[the last time he was this close to jing yuan there was a not insignificant amount of violence and he could feel it and the urge to bite and the urge to make him cry and the urge to make him scream and the urge to fuck every single brain cell out of his ears for the first time and
okay.]
These are so impractical. [he says, carefully even, even if his hands are shaking visibly as he stands back up. his mouth is a thin line across the paleness of his face.] Dan Heng helped you into them, then?
[He should probably lie about that, given Dan Feng's expression, but what's the point? He's mad, not stupid, and the other reminders of Dan Heng are still there -- the freshly re-darkened marks on Jing Yuan's skin and the lingering scent of him.]
We should consider blindfolding you. It helps Jingliu.
jing yuan will be able to see dan feng's pupils immediately constrict into slits, and he looks at jing yuan, almost helplessly, for a long moment, before he reaches behind himself and digs his fingers violently into the bandaged gouges on that tail.]
One moment. [he whispers, turning around to rummage through the mess of medical supplies on a rickety desk, looking for more bandages to use as a blindfold.]
[He flinches when Dan Feng hurts himself that way, but doesn't stop him. He lets him walk away, taking a moment to kick the boots off the rest of the way. Then he just leans in the doorway to watch him.
It hasn't stopped being heartbreakingly surreal to see him solid and alive. The grief is sharp in his chest.]
[he finds a fresh roll of gauze, and quickly wraps it twice around his head. it's not enough to block his vision completely, but he is not blinding himself around someone who wears the face of his favorite murderer.]
Ah. [he turns back around, holding his heavy sleeves close, a motion borne from centuries of accidentally knocking things off desks.] That does help.
I can still smell him on you, but we smell mostly the same, so that is fine. You can come in.
[Jing Yuan is not mara-struck, but he's still feeling a powerful urge to reach out and touch Dan Feng. That's just plain old nostalgia and longing. He settles for approaching slowly, hovering just barely out of reach.]
[it happens faster than he can stop it: his good tail uncoils from where it was in the process of wriggling under pillows, and snaps out- aiming to whap jing yuan on a thigh, with the fluffy tip.]
[There's a sharp cracking sound when the tail thwacks him, and Jing Yuan jumps -- but he doesn't look upset about it. He's not taking it as an actual attack, just a scolding.]
Ow! I was very angry at you at the time, you know!
[He goes quiet and still when asked to, of course. Dan Feng can't help the madness, so if Jing Yuan wants to be close to him he's going to have to do his part to help with it. He waits, patiently, just as he's always waited.]
What is the point of this? [he murmurs, bitterly.] I might have to be like this every time we see each other. I may never be able to untangle you from him. I may always have the urge to hurt you. This is folly.
[Dan Feng is not wrong. This is doomed to be messy at best. It's stupid. Jing Yuan should be staying as far away as possible. But...]
But I am selfish. I watched my Dan Feng die. I stood by and let him go-- It is folly, but I cannot bear to let you go too. Even Dan Heng understands that, and refused to condemn it.
He tenses while the knife is in Dan Feng's hand, ready to flee. But then he flips it, and Jing Yuan takes it with a sigh of relief. Good. No violence just yet.]
[dan feng stops himself from saying bleeding heart, and sighs instead, unfolding himself from his sitting position and leaning on his side with a wince, propping up his head on a hand.]
Anyway. Do not fault little Aphelios for the- meal. He was very shy about it. I heard he spent the night at Sloth?
[there's a long silence, where dan feng contemplates how much of an insult it would be to say 'i can have someone else get it', but he knows jing yuan knows dan feng's lost this particular battle.]
You know I do not mind helping you into or out of anything. [he cants his head slightly in jing yuan's direction.] But there is no rush.
[dan feng wishes he could say the same. he is, of course, happy to share the same cubic standard units of air with jing yuan, but he doesn't quite remember how to have conversations with him that weren't emotionally or physically fraught with pain.
he's too old to be awkward about it though.]
The last thing I remember before waking up here: I found another animal that reminded me of you. It was called a polar bear cub. Very, [he shapes an imaginary ball... thing... with ears... with his hands.] round.
[Although being reminded of himself at that age makes him blush a bit -- as does hearing Dan Feng laugh. Hopefully it's subtle enough to be blocked by the gauze.]
[you really picked the most traditionalist dragon in this godforsaken hellhole to ask]
You young people! Back in my day we would not even have thought of considering a mate without the intention of matrimony Is Neuvillette a mere dalliance for you He seems delicate. Do not play with him like that
I never said I hadn’t considered it, [ a brief thought, maybe, but nothing more because they’d only started dated a few days ago. ]
I just… we only… This is all new! I wanted to do something nice for him. My intention was not to ‘play with him’. Neuvillette means a great deal to me. If you’re the expert… then help me.
Perhaps you are not as useless as I thought after all Nests are a personal preference. I suggest only providing materials and letting him arrange them. Do not make one on your own How attached are you to that coat of yours
Alright. I’m actually out looking for materials now. I was told to look out for soft and fluffy materials. Furs, too. Maybe cotton stuffing and plush toys.
[ stares at the phone at the mention of his coat, because he has a brief flashback of neuvillette asking for it if he’d won their little gaming session. ]
[ there is no response… just several ominous minutes of nothing. that is until wriothesley appears at his window and bangs on it. he has to pull his punch, because he doesn’t want to break the glass… only get dan feng’s attention. ]
Draconic species usually have the ability to both fertilize and carry. [you know it's serious when the resident homicidal bastard is looking at you with Great Concern.]
Why do you think it is called a nest, you incompetent excuse for a betrothed?
[ bites back a sigh as he pinches his brow. ] ...enough with the name calling. It's not necessary. [ he gets the point loud and clear. ] I wanted to curate a nice, safe, and comfortable space for him. [ he wasn't even thinking about eggs. ]
I'm not answering that. [ his face colors just a little bit red. ] This is already an incredibly personal matter, and I'm only asking for help, because you're also a dragon. [ and you live with him. ]
That's what everyone says. [oops he accidentally snaps the pencil in half. picking up a blue pencil then.] It will end poorly for the both of you, either way.
[scribbling...] Soft items, soft fabrics, maybe if you can get furs of some sort?
You’re right. Our jobs back home make having a relationship difficult, but beside that I’m not going to live as long as Neuvillette. I’m only human. Even knowing this he’s decided to date me. [ he’s lucky. ] Which is why, despite knowing next to nothing about any of this, I’m still going to make what time we have together count.
[ he goes over to the desk and picks up the broken pencil. ] You’ve already helped me plenty. What can I help you with? Are you speaking from experience? [ what did the lion do to you? ]
[dan feng slowly looks up from the piece of paper, right at wriothesley - right through him, for a moment.]
I was like your dear Iudex once. I loved a man who would live but a tenth of my lifespan, and we lived in a present bracketed by my loneliness. [he sways into wriothesley's space, voice going soft. quiet.] And when he left me, I could not bear it. I did not bear it. I snuffed out hundreds of thousands of millions of lives because I loved him too much to let him go.
I'm not sure what the future holds... for him, but I'm sure we'll discuss it at some point. [ for now he's just going to set a hand on dan feng's shoulder, keeping him in his space. this is fine. ]
I have wanted to ruin you in all the ways possible for centuries, Jing Yuan.
[he says this matter-of-factly, like he’s discussing the weather. when he goes back to removing jing yuan’s other boot, he leans in dangerously close to jing yuan’s crotch, so close that his breath condenses on the material.
this is all, of course, happening in the front doorway, so good luck with that.]
[he finishes undoing said boots, and helps jing yuan out of them with a gentleness that is very at odds with the succeeding ass grope. oops!
he takes off his boots, too, and neatly parks their shoes at the door. if valencia got angry at him he would once again lose heater privileges and he does not like that.]
You should really look for more sensible boots.
[picking his way through the living room... to the hall... scratching at the tag at the back of his sweater...]
[He doesn't mind the ass grope, at least. In fact it makes his breath stall for a moment and his face turn just a shade brighter pink. He follows along after Dan Feng, staying close and preparing himself for whatever might happen once they go through that bedroom door.]
[wow o ye of little faith. dan feng behaves himself! all the way down to his room! look, it's all neat, and tidy, and there's several knives on his bedside table, but that's not important.
the important thing is: as soon that door closes behind jing yuan, he is getting crushed against it, dan feng pressing against him, one long, sinuous line of heat from hip to chest. both hands slide into his hair, fisting at the roots, to pull him down, so dan feng can claim his mouth with animal need.]
[See this is exactly what he was preparing himself for. He lets himself be pulled down without protest, places his hands on Dan Feng's face, and kisses back with a fervor that is much more controlled but no less intense underneath. This is something he's wanted nearly his entire life, and that he thought he'd never get. Even if it's a twisted form of the love he wanted, he'll still take it.]
[dan feng wastes no time, desperation in every move, and he's already trying to get jing yuan's sweater off. however, this would involve actually separating their faces and dan feng is really fucking invested in mapping out the entirety of jing yuan's palate with his tongue.
the decision is too difficult for his lizard hindbrain, and he whines wordlessly, rucking up jing yuan's sweater up under his armpits.]
[If Dan Feng is stuck, Jing Yuan will have to make the choice for him. He breaks the kiss, pulling his head back just enough to give space to get his sweater off. The terrible tanktop is under it, but he doesn't give Dan Feng time to admire it before he's trying to get his atrocious sweater off as well.]
[there's a continuous, annoyed grumble from the depths of the sweaters being removed from his person, but underneath it he is still wearing his skin-tight compression top, because yaoshi forbid he show any skin from the neck down.
he's very squirmy under jing yuan's hands.] But I want you now.
[he does cooperate better, though, removing his top with fluid grace. it catches on his ponytail, and there's an ominous rumble before dan feng snaps the hair tie. off the shirt goes into some corner of his room he will worry about later!
dan feng has been frozen in one moment in time for far longer than he'd been yaoshi's emanator, and it shows in the unnatural, symmetrical perfection of his body: almost like a doll's, inhabited by a revolving door of prisoners. it's marred, now, by the gluttony brand on his nape, and by several bruises on his ribs and shoulders.
his hands crawl up into the cutouts on the sides of jing yuan's top again.]
This infernal - thing - I wanted to tear it off the first time I saw it on you -
[Somehow, the bruises and the brand make Dan Feng all the more beautiful. Those are imperfect. They belong to Dan Feng, not to Long or Yaoshi, and as fucked up as it is it's nice to see individual traits.
Jing Yuan is still bruised, too. Mostly they're week-old, yellow-green stains on his skin across his shoulders and the side of his face -- those also belong to Dan Feng. There are a few that belong to Blade's fists too, equally old. But the fresh ones are all Dan Heng's: the love bites and faint impressions of fingers on his hips that barely peek out from the waistband of his jeans.]
Don't actually tear it. Do take it off.
[He murmurs, content, shivering at Dan Feng's touch and running his hands greedily up his back.]
[dan feng grumbles, petulant, but he does manage to control himself long enough to actually get the top off in one piece. after that, though, his mouth is immediately on jing yuan's pulse, sucking dark, possessive bruises into his skin - directly over ones that dan heng already left.]
I can smell him on you. [he inhales in the crook of jing yuan's neck, and when he pulls back, his pupils are enormous, golden coins against a thin ring of blue.] I like it? [he sounds confused, and to deal with said confusion, goes back to mauling jing yuan's neck.]
[His voice has gone hoarse with desire, as the bites on his neck make him gasp. They hurt, a third layer of bruise over two layers of Dan Heng, but it's a pleasant enough hurt to keep him flushed and holding Dan Feng close.]
[dan feng would have rambled about how it's probably because:
a) jing yuan had conceded this battle, and dan feng had won b) dan heng lives in a very confusing box in dan feng's head, labelled 'mine' and 'part of me' and 'actually me?' and 'family' and 'i want to fight him' and 'i want to fold him in half' and 'extremely aggravating' c) jing yuan is in his arms and his taste is in dan feng's mouth and that is basically enough to make dan feng compliant with anything.
however he is very busy with biting kisses down jing yuan's chest, his abs - he's going down to his knees, hands fumbling with jing yuan's fly.]
[He doesn't press Dan Feng for more commentary -- he's enjoying himself too much. Every kiss makes him shiver, and by the time Dan Feng is getting his jeans open he's already mostly hard. He's easy to get going. This is a sort of realisation of his adolescent fantasies, after all, so he just leans his head back against the door and combs the fingers of his good hand through Dan Feng's hair, carefully avoiding the broken horn (but not avoiding brushing against the whole one).]
[jing yuan's fingers brush against his good horn, and dan feng stills for a moment, eyes closing against the heady rush of sensation. it really was different when he was aroused--]
I have never been called cute in all of my lives. [The sheer offence in his voice is ruined by how rough it is. Dan Feng cups Jing Yuan through his jeans just on the edge of painful, in retaliation, really Jing Yuan, don't provoke the guy whose sharp everything is inches away from your dick.]
[It's mumbled, though, against his waistband, and Dan Feng continues to be cute by undoing the button and- looking right up at Jing Yuan, as he tugs the zipper down with his teeth, hands braced heavy against his hips.]
[Well. That might be one of the hottest things he's ever seen. He swallows hard, and his cock has reached full attention, right there in front of Dan Feng's face, hidden only by his underwear.
He isn't sure if that was a "cease arguing" or "cease the compliments" or a general "shut up" so he just. Puts his hands over his face to semi-hide how red it is.]
[Well. Jing Yuan was small and cute until he wasn't, and Dan Feng had only realized this all at once when Lieutenant Jing Yuan, ever tactile, had gone in for a hug, and Imbibitor Lunae was engulfed in a warm, smiling bulk that he did not ever remember??? Seeing??? Happening???]
Luckily, I love all of you.
[He says, before tucking his hair behind a pointed ear and leaning in to lick a delicate wet stripe up Jing Yuan's cock, from root to head, enveloping the tip with his mouth, like he's trying the taste.]
[He can't return that "I love you" yet. He did love his Dan Feng, but unfortunately Jing Yuan is sane and can't forget this one is different. But it's still Dan Feng enough that hearing it in this context, without the violence, makes him melt. He presses one hand flat against the door when he feels that tongue on his cock, tensing with the effort not to immediately fuck into Dan Feng's mouth. His other hand clamps down over his mouth to stifle his breathless moan]
[That's all very cute and gentlemanly of his little Yuan'er, but Dan Feng is quickly reaching his quota of slow and sweet.
He leans in, fangs carefully tucked behind his lips; he's only halfway down Jing Yuan's shaft when the head hits the back of his throat. A hand then reaches out, blindly, for Jing Yuan's on the door, to drag it towards the top of Dan Feng's hair.
Specifically, to his whole horn, to wrap Jing Yuan's hand around it. Dan Feng would be flushed down to his collarbones, when he mimes pushing his own head down, towards Jing Yuan's groin.]
[He looks down at Dan Feng, his flush peeking out from behind the hand on his face. He holds that horn as requested, but hesitates to follow through on the rest, at least for a few moments. There's a part of him that resists the idea of being rough with any Dan Feng -- the part of him that's never stopped seeing him as a lofty thing to admire from a distance.
But he's being told what Dan Feng wants, and it is incredibly hot to see him with Jing Yuan buried in his mouth. He rubs his thumb along his horn for a moment, then takes a slow breath before using it to yank Dan Feng forward til his nose is nestled in the coarse white hair at the base of his cock. He gasps at the feeling of sliding into his throat, and loosens his hand on his mouth just enough to quietly mumble at him.]
[When Dan Feng looks up at Jing Yuan like this, he looks ruined; the red eyeliner is starting to smudge, and his eyes are shuttered halfway, already drunk on Jing Yuan's scent and his soft touches. He has wanted this for centuries, for Jing Yuan to look at him like he's the only abhorrent creature in the world.
He moans around Jing Yuan, then starts fucking himself on his cock, keeping eye contact the entire time, like he's waiting for Jing Yuan's approval.]
[Approval he certainly has. Jing Yuan is trembling, leaning his whole weight on the door as he stays trapped in that heated eye contact. He's still muffling it, but he's begun to pant and make soft, breathless sounds into his injured hand, while the more functional one shakily strokes Dan Feng's horn. The atmosphere isn't quite what he'd dreamed of way back when, but it doesn't really matter when it's Dan Feng looking at him like that, wanting him and touching him.]
[There's a soft whine when Dan Feng pulls his mouth away, followed by a hiss of pain at the nails in his skin. He nudges Dan Feng with his leg to prompt him to move, so Jing Yuan can get away from the door.]
[He leans in to kiss the marks he'd left, first, before he gets to his feet. He's flushed red nearly all the way down to his chest, and he stares at Jing Yuan for a moment - before reaching to take both of his hands, to bully him towards the bed.]
[Oh good they're both completely red. Jing Yuan is agreeable, too, letting Dan Feng guide him to the bed without resistance. He stops and takes his hands back there though, so he can shimmy out of his pants entirely.]
[This time he sounds less imperious and more... unsure? Bewildered? And he angles himself away when he undresses, finally putting a name to what he's feeling: self-conscious.]
[He sits on the edge of the bed, naked as the day he was hatched, his tail curled on his lap.]
Is that what you like? [He doesn't think anyone would have called him, specifically, cute at all. But for Jing Yuan he could be anything.] Cute things? I... [He squirms a little.] do not know how... to be cute.
[Scotting a little closer, he reaches over to place a hand on Dan Feng's cheek, leaning in to kiss him on the forehead.]
You just are, by your nature. But cuteness alone is not "what I like", in any case... I like people who are both very cute and very strong. Like Dan Heng, and like you.
Don't say another man's name when you're naked in my bed.
[Grumbly, but tempered with the fact that there's no flare of violent jealousy. The forehead kiss pleases him immensely, though, and he climbs into Jing Yuan's lap, bracketing his thighs with his own.]
[The lack of violence is a nice touch! He appreciates the improvement quite a bit. Not as much as he appreciates just having Dan Feng naked in his lap, though. His face is pleasantly pink as he rests his hands on his partner's hips and smiles warmly at him.]
But I am naked in your bed, no? Right now, I am all yours to play with.
[How does Jing Yuan know just what to say? Dan Feng can't help it: he smiles back, a little crooked, feeling so happy that he could just float away.]
All of this for me. [He walks two fingers up Jing Yuan's sternum, and his hand makes a detour to get a good grope at a pec in, before he grinds down on his cock, flush against the slick of Dan Feng's vent.]
[That Dan Feng is, completely consumed with Jing Yuan's warmth and scent. He peppers his face with brief, fleeting kisses, rocking their hips together. It's almost sweet, as he whispers Jing Yuan's name between the affections, until it's not.
He pushes Jing Yuan down, into the pillows, a look of raw hunger on his face, like he's the only creature worth anything in the universe.]
Do you promise? [He slicks a hand between his legs, and wraps it around Jing Yuan's cock, stroking him with a practised hand.]
[Being looked at like that is both terrifying and intoxicating, and Jing Yuan throws reasonable caution aside to chase that feeling. He shivers and squirms, being pushed down driving his own hunger just as much as Dan Feng's actual touch -- but he doesn't say so, so it may be hard to tell. Instead of confessing he just makes small whiny noises in the back of his throat, and nods.]
Do not injure me. Or stop me from walking away after. But... aside from that, I will take what you give me.
I would give you the world. I would give you anything. Just ask.
[His own cocks are barely out, but he's already raising his hips, holding Jing Yuan's length in place so he can lower himself on it. He needs the stretch, the burn of it, so that he would feel Jing Yuan inside of him for days--]
[It's frankly too tight, but Jing Yuan doesn't mind. The squeeze is pleasantly uncomfortable, dragging a throaty groan out of him and making his hands clench hard on Dan Feng's hips. His breath is trembling, and his voice strained as he lifts one hand from that bruising grip to tug at the back of his neck, just above his brand.]
...Kiss me.
[That's his only request -- the emotional intimacy along with the physical pleasure.]
[It seems like so simple a request- but Dan Feng answers it anyway, cradling Jing Yuan's face with a trembling hand.
When he slots their lips together, he tries to say what he can't: I think I have loved you all your life. I want to stay. Please shelter me. I don't know how not to hurt you. I'm sorry.
He doesn't realize he's crying. Maybe he doesn't care. It's hard to think at this point, reduced to a creature of sensation and need.]
[He notices when that warm wetness touches his nose, but he doesn't comment just yet. He's not too far off from tears himself, when he can feel so much from that kiss -- he can't read it precisely, but there's a tenderness and love there he wasn't sure actually existed til now. Dan Feng says he loves him, but his madness makes his actions so painful and erratic that a part of Jing Yuan has remained convinced that any love here is his own foolish delusion.
He has no doubt now, and that both highlights the wrongness between them and makes it certain that Jing Yuan will never, ever be able to truly let go. That love binds him more tightly than any physical chain could.
He's not sure how to express that, or if he even should. For now, he just puts as much warm and gentle affection into the kiss as he can, as he rocks his hips up into Dan Feng until there's no space left between them at all.]
[His only experience with sex was as a weapon; he'd never bedded anyone Before, and After, well. (Thinking about Jing Yuan was a jumbled mess of I want him and Does he want me? and Why does he keep on wanting to kiss me even if I already told him about the mara? and I want to take him apart, etc, etc.)
He didn't think that the emotional intimacy would be such a factor, but the more Jing Yuan claims him, the hotter he feels. Relaxes, his cocks slick and hard against Jing Yuan's belly. Until he has to break the kiss and pull back just enough to pant wetly against Jing Yuan's mouth.]
You feel so good. [Mumbled, dazed, like he doesn't quite understand what's happening.] Aeons, Jing Yuan.
[There's something really cute about how much this has thrown Dan Feng off. This attitude from him is more reminiscent of the real Dan Feng, behind the madness, and it makes Jing Yuan's whole body jolt just to imagine that.]
So do you.
[He lets go of Dan Feng's hips entirely to put both hands on his face, pressing their foreheads together.]
Do you want to stay up there or should I take over?
[He steals a kiss first. Two kisses. Bites at his lower lip. Wait what was the question again.]
...No. [He pushes himself upright, chin tipping up with a haughty arrogance that was all Imbibitor Lunae. It doesn't quite land, because he still has that sex-drunk look on his face.] Stay there. [Petting his way up Jing Yuan's wrists as he starts rocking his hips in earnest.] ...hold my hands. Please.
[As soon as Dan Feng starts to move Jing Yuan gasps, flopping back fully into the pillows as his breath stutters. Aeons that feels amazing. He squeezes Dan Feng's hands for a moment before dragging one up to his face so he can kiss his fingertips.]
[He tosses the chair back into the room and doesn't flinch at the crash.]
Are you giving me another blade? [He asks, closing the door behind him, and following Wriothesley with the self-assurance of a man used to being a predator.]
Not a blade, no, but it's some kind of a weapon. [ it's not meant to be a weapon, but he could hit somebody with it and it'll hurt. ] We're going for a ride. [ he approaches the car parked to the side of greed and opens the passenger seat, ] Do you want to kill some zombies or do you want to destroy a house?
Hospital then. [ he goes around to the driver’s side and starts it, some eurobeat coming through the speakers, but he turns it down. ] We’ll kill them until we get tired, and then we’ll kill a few more.
[ there is a map that makes no sense in there. like it was cut and clipped back together with spots from all different places in real and ‘fake’ worlds. a flashlight. and an airhorn. ]
[He takes out the map. Turns it over, turns it upside down. Folds it back up neatly and puts it back. The flashlight he filches, and the airhorn he leaves alone.]
Wriothesley. [He reaches over to him... to fasten his seatbelt for him.] If you wanted to get me killed there are easier ways. Just so you know.
I’m not interested in getting you killed. But killing somebody is going to create a domino effect, and only put you and the rest of Gluttony in a bad spot. If you need to kill something then let’s kill these things. [ since featherface isn’t going to appear out of nowhere for them to beat on. ] If you’d rather not, Dan Feng… then all you have to do is say so. [ he slows the truck and turns to him. ] I’m doing this for you.
And then reaches out to pat him on the cheek, indulgent.]
Whatever you say. [Kind of bad form for Wriothesley to think Dan Feng would believe him so easily, but Dan Feng really was itching for violence, and was willing to take any kind that came his way.] Lead the way. If you die, I'm taking your coat.
If I wanted you dead, [ his double leans over the seat to dan feng’s right. ] then we would have killed you already. But the help you gave me regarding Neuvillette was appreciated. [ he stops the car a ways from the hospital, because the noise will likely alert the zombies. ]
[ he climbs out and his double hands him the metal bat from the back seat, which he offers to dan feng as he rounds the truck. ]
We can still go somewhere else. [ he motions to a small cluster of houses. ] And if you want to try to kill me… [ he has his double. ]
[The amount of childish excitement on his face in anticipation of killing things - with a chance of being killed, himself - is Absolutely Not Normal. He takes a picture of the hospital, fiddles with his phone.
And he then hefts the bat and tests the weight - by swinging it at the clone, telegraphing the way he's going to stop the swing well before it hits.]
Then stop complaining. [ the clone doesn’t flinch, but instead just gives him a look as he stops the swing just shy of hitting him. ] We stick together, alright. [ wrio sets his hand on the truck as his double disappears - the metal creeping up his arm. ] Even if we don’t always see eye to eye I don’t want anything happening to you. Let’s go.
[He's never been in the hospital, actually. He's just heard things, and he keeps the bat in an easy hold by his side, looking out for equipment, too, that he can take.]
I have your back. [Faintly amused, and just following Wriothesley inside, almost docile.]
[ as they near the hospital wriothesley brings his fists up. a few of the regulars zombies mingling around the front door turn to them, moaning their hunger and beginning to shamble toward them. ] Ready… [ he rushes in, punching one of them straight in the face and prompting its already half rotten head to burst. ]
[The urge to educate outweighs the urge for indignation for the moment.]
It is a victory gesture. One would repeatedly crouch on the enemy's corpse. The teabag is the person's scrotum, physically or symbolically. Who taught you this.
[ but the boomer is no usual creature. the boomer killed his own teammate, in a situation that did not warrant the act. and now the boomer has threatened infanticide. a serious, deadly threat.
humans would describe the act as "heartless". devoid of empathy. devoid of remorse.
this act, Gowther can understand.
if he must retaliate seriously -- then so be it. ]
Imbibitor Lunae: He has acquired animal traits, you may have already seen them Imbibitor Lunae: Panthera leo, if I remember correctly Imbibitor Lunae: He is very handsome. I want to make him cry Imbibitor Lunae: I want to make him scream Imbibitor Lunae: Can we have dinner together Imbibitor Lunae: Oh Imbibitor Lunae: Yes, he is angry because I pulled his tail... Imbibitor Lunae: I don't understand. He is so finicky
dan heng: No, he shouldn't. dan heng: And he shouldn't get used to it. dan heng: He isn't the Jing Yuan you tormented. dan heng: You should get used to showing him some shred of respect.
Imbibitor Lunae: WHY WOULD ANYBODDDY DESERVE MY RES PECT Imbibitor Lunae: I GAVE ALL MY LIFE IN THEIR SERVICE AND W WWH AT DID I GET IN RETURN Imbibitor Lunae: THE ABUNDANCE CAN TTAKE THEM
Imbibitor Lunae: THEY ARE ALL THE SAME Imbibitor Lunae: THEY ARE ALL THE SAME Imbibitor Lunae: THEY ARE ALL THE SAME Imbibitor Lunae: THEY ARE ALL THE SAME Imbibitor Lunae: THEY ARE ALL THE SAME Imbibitor Lunae: THEY ARE ALL THE SAME Imbibitor Lunae: THEY ARE ALL THE SAME Imbibitor Lunae: THEY ARE ALL THE SAME
I've begun keeping my own records here. On the Express, I manage the data bank, you see. It's the kind of work I took up to make myself useful when fleeing Blade.
There are the community efforts to keep records in place, of course, and I'm not so people-minded that I'm willing to coordinate, though I am making an effort to keep a backup of their work just in case. My own, though, I've been continuing in my notebook from home.
I'm intrigued by the manner through which new things are introduced to our confinement. We aren't under a curfew, and so theoretically we are, collectively, present to notice such things being installed, but things like, say, the snowmen, or those energy drinks nonetheless manage to appear. It isn't as though they can go through the usual shipping channels or anything, either.
[What do you Mean he doesn't need to say anything? He's always needed to say something. Always had to counter with an offer or a threat for attention because how else would Jing Yuan look at him.
You know how that saying ends. He's kinder than that. He wants to spend time with you too, not harm you, so hurting you in retaliation would be hurting him twice.
Imbibitor Lunae: HAVE YOU TOUCHED HHHIM INSIDE HAVE YOU PARTED HIS FLESH HAVE YOU MADE HIM WHIMPER Imbibitor Lunae: ANSWER ME Imbibitor Lunae: ANSWER ME Imbibitor Lunae: ANSWER ME
[After spending his day tending to others and worrying about how badly he may have fucked things up, and having fitful night of bad sleep, Jing Yuan texts Dan Feng:]
Jing Yuan: I would like to speak to you, if you'll allow it.
[That response is exactly why they need to meet!! He doesn't want that kind of formality, not even a little.]
Jing Yuan: The old theater, perhaps? Jing Yuan: It's neutral, but we should have privacy enough. Jing Yuan: I would not object to your house, but I think it would be unwise to invite you here at this exact moment.
Imbibitor Lunae: We can have our meeting at the theatre in two hours.
[It's not that far of a walk at all, but while the game's injuries have healed, Dan Feng has gotten what's coming to him after trying to murder Megumi, so he's still beat up to shit. Coupled with a sleepless, exhausted night- he'll take. A while. To get himself together.]
[He doesn't mind the extra time. He wouldn't have argued about being told no, either. Dan Feng deserves some space if he wants it, after all. But he can't help being anxious anyway, imagining all the ways the relationship might have broken already, and all the ways he might fuck it up worse today.
He wants to try, though, so he arrives early and patiently waits, trying and failing not to pace.]
[His horrible dragon slinks into the theatre lobby on the dot, steps light and deliberate, in the way of one absolutely trying to hide how much every step takes out of him. He's very good at it.]
General. [Coming up to him and stopping a polite ten feet away.]
[He is SO good at it, but Jing Yuan knows him too well -- and knows about hiding pain, too. But he doesn't jump to tend to Dan Feng just yet. He needs to know it's wanted first. The concern is written all over his face, though.]
[Today in Jing Yuan Finds Out Further How Fucked Up This Dynamic Is.
Dan Feng really wants to throw himself at Jing Yuan and hold him and really it would have been better for him if he had never known how firm Jing Yuan embraces him and.]
[It is SO fucked up. Jing Yuan leans against the ticket counter, folding his arms to stop himself from reaching for Dan Feng. It's all so... messy. Unhealthy. He shouldn't let himself get so wound up in it, when it's destined to hurt him -- in the worst case, he could be entirely destroyed by it. And yet just the act of standing a few feet apart when he wants to hold Dan Feng close is making him feel desperately cold.]
I know you said there's no reason to apologise, but that isn't true. You're keeping a distance from me, so... I am sorry for hurting you. I know better than to let my temper get away from me like that.
Yuan'er did not apologize to me any one of the times he killed me by shutting me out of an airlock into space. Compared to that, I see no reason why you should apologize for something that did not hurt me at all.
[Was that the right thing to say? Internally, Dan Feng is panicking: maybe Jing Yuan wanted it to hurt? Should he grovel? He was very good at that.
He makes an aborted motion to come closer, but he's waiting for the other shoe to drop.]
[He's right. The wound Jing Yuan had inflicted was deep, but Dan Feng would accept and cherish anything his beloved gave him, so it wasn't a problem, really.
It's a little pathetic how quickly he goes, eager to get back into Jing Yuan's good graces. He carefully does not think how similar this is to how he'd do anything to pacify his preceptors, or the Vidyadhara.]
Yes? [He stops, just shy of arms' length. Closer like this, it's impossible to miss the mottled bruising up his jaw, or the way he's moving the bare minimum.] What is it?
[Jing Yuan gives a sad little sigh, and steps forward into Dan Feng's space himself. He avoids touching any obviously bruised areas, but does lightly rest his hand against his cheek, thumb brushing his cheekbone.]
What I said yesterday was true, but... I had not intended it as an insult. Your weakness is not inherent to who you are, and you needn't punish yourself for succumbing to the damage your preceptors did to you.
To tell the truth, as angry as I am that you made Bailu doubt herself, I am much more angry at them for making you so critical of yourself. I don't like hearing you act as if all that happened to you was the consequence of you not holding yourself to a strict enough standard. It is not your fault. Not entirely, at the very least.
[That touch may be light, but it's Dan Feng who presses his bruises into Jing Yuan's hand anyway. He's glad he had the foresight to have the worst of the injuries healed, because Kaine did not hold back.]
It is the nature of my being, Jing Yuan. My very face has been molded to the regulations of the Imbibitor Lunae. Holding myself to that standard was my purpose. [He inhales, as if gathering himself.]
You were right. I was... afraid. For Bailu. To walk in my footsteps is something I would not have wanted for Baiheng's legacy.
I understand that. If I could spare her all of it, I would, but... that is beyond my power. Still, there is division amongst the vidyadhara leadership that I personally think will do them a world of good in the end. Due to that, while Bailu struggles with her role, she is still a child with her own mind... and Baiheng's force of will as well.
[He adjusts his hand away from those bruises. Dan Feng is only getting gentleness from him right now.]
I have done all I can to shield her from your fate. I only wish someone had done that for you. You could have been Imbibitor Lunae without stripping you of your personhood.
[Why won't you ever do what he wants why are you like this you're a terrible man HORRIBLE UNMANNERLY AWFUL,]
You - and the rest of the Quintet... helped. [He fidgets, chasing Jing Yuan's hand, like one of his finches, only very large, and full of homicidal tendencies.] If not for you all, I suspect I would have forgotten my own name, at some point. [Frown?? Seems like he's feeling bold enough to be petulant.] Stop moving your hand.
[He does, however, wish to tease him. Instead of touching the bruises he's now just repeatedly poking Dan Feng's face wherever there's a clear space. Pokepokepoke. :3]
I am glad that we helped. I hope to be helpful in the future, too.
[Dan Feng blinks every time the finger touches skin, and he gradually gets annoyed enough to growl under his breath - he catches himself immediately, and his face morphs into pathetically hopeful.]
...I do not like not being in your favor. How do I fix it.
[He ceases the poking in favour of leaning in for a forehead kiss. Dan Feng is a lump and Jing Yuan is genuinely worried about losing him, so he's clinging in his own also-fucked-up way.]
[There's a sharp inhale, Dan Feng stilling, and then he more or less throws himself at Jing Yuan, arms wrapping around his waist. His ears are very warm; and he frantically tries to slow down his breathing, because he did not know he'd like being called gege so much.]
I love you too. [Internal keysmash??????????????????????????] Do I have to apologize to.. . your team.
[And because, really, there's nobody else there but them, Dan Feng hides his face into Jing Yuan's neck, and tightens the embrace so violently it's like he's trying to get them to meld together.]
I missed you. It was only a day; it should not have been so awful, it should have been barely the blink of an eye. But I find it harder to suffer your disappointment rather than your glaive.
[This is a really damning weakness to confirm to someone like Jing Yuan, but Dan Feng is tired, and wants to be happy for once.]
[It is inherently risky to admit that kind of thing to someone like Jing Yuan, yes. But while he absolutely use it if he feels it necessary, he doesn't want to. For now at least it's safe.
He weathers that tight grip without complaint, returning it as much as he can without causing harm, and lays a soft kiss on the tip of one long ear.]
I felt horrible as soon as I said it. I thought you wouldn't want to see me, so I gave it some time, but... I missed you too. I could barely sleep, thinking I'd ruined things.
[He pulls back, presses hands neatly on the lapels of Jing Yuan's jacket, and his face is all startled confusion.]
You could never ruin things. [Yes he can, but Dan Feng was extremely new to having someone feel sorry for him. Or to having his emotions actually acknowledged. He tips his head down, trying to hide how pleased he is, but the way his newly-un-rottened tail literally wags behind him betrays him.] A-Yuan, I love you, you could never. If you were to lose sleep on my behalf I would rather it be because we- I- uhm. [he shuts up, oops, ok he's Normal.]
[It's hard to maintain being sad when Dan Feng is so weird and also cute... Some tension goes out of Jing Yuan's shoulders and his ears perk up, as he stifles a laugh into one hand.]
You have a standing invitation for that, you know.
[He laughs again, and rests his free hand at Dan Feng's hip, just to tease.]
I would be more than happy to simply sleep beside you, of course. But... Since you brought it up, I thought it appropriate to remind you my body is available to you. Perhaps next time I'll tell you all the things I like...
[He can't help being a slut if it's going to get such adorable reactions out of Dan Feng. He simply cannot. Look at this dragon.]
We are outside! [And the theatre is deserted and dark inside but the point is that. Dan Feng looks around furtively and looks back at Jing Yuan. Looks at his mouth. Looks back up at his eyes. Help.] I, do you want. What do you want? I would like to learn.
We're less likely to be overheard here than in our rooms.
[Especially in Sloth with the CATS. Still, in the name of being quiet (and murdering his darling) he takes Dan Feng's hands, laces their fingers together, and leans in to whisper in his ear.]
I want to be held down and taken, until all I can feel is how much you love me.
[And then he straightens up and leans back like he didn't just say something incredibly lewd.]
But that's for later, hmm? Right now, you could just take a nap with me.
Dan Feng makes a sound like a squeaky toy being stepped on, and he chases Jing Yuan's hands with his own, because if he didn't hold on to something, he felt like he'd float away.
When did this happen? When did his Yuan'er become so shameless? He can't help but imagine it, Jing Yuan trusting and pliant and out of his mind with pleasure under him and-]
Uh? [????????????? ??? ? ? ??? You expect him to say anything coherent?????] Here? I, we could go inside? [He does need sleep, but he also needs to never let go of Jing Yuan.]
You are going to get what's coming to you, you insolent creature.
[This would be a lot more threatening if Dan Feng hadn't laced their hands (imagine that. Holding hands. He didn't even need to die for this. Imagine that!!!) together, trying to shoulder him towards the theatre proper doors, like someone would spot them thinking lewd thoughts such as cuddling.]
I am not cute. I have never been called such a juvenile term. [Ineffectual glaring.] Why are you like this.
[Why is he smiling like that. Dan Feng now understands the term 'butterflies in his stomach', and it does not involve carnivorous butterflies from that one temperate planet he'd gone on a mission on.
The theatre he's bullying Jing Yuan into is ominously playing something that involves a serial killer and copious amounts of fog, at a glance. The seats are stained with something Dan Feng does not want to know, but they look... passable, aside from that.]
You are more shameless than Baiheng! [He whisper-yells, even though they're the only ones in there.] You were the cute one! You were smaller than me!
[He is concerned about the injuries, sir! But like. Jing Yuan would also ignore injuries and has done so for much more vigorous activity than cuddling, so he decides to indulge Dan Feng and sits in his lap.]
Calling you gege brought back a lot of memories, hmm? Did you like it that much?
[The sound that Dan Feng makes when he takes Jing Yuan's weight is a low, rumbling roll of pleasure, and as he curls his arms around him, he leans in to inhale at the curve of Jing Yuan's neck.]
I do. It reminds me of a time when I was able to protect you.
[He gets comfortable there in Dan Feng's arms -- he may be bigger now, and far less innocent or energetic, but he's still the same fluffball at core. His presence isn't all that different, nor is the way he turns into a happy puddle when held.
"I wish I could've protected you in turn", he thinks but doesn't say. He's too content to ruin the mood.]
[Why does he have to say it like that? What kind of strategic torment is this. His entire face turns red, and his tail smacks happily against the outside of Jing Yuan's flank.]
Shameless! [Hissed! He's trying to stay indignant but he can't stop his mouth from twitching into a not-smile.] I. I love you too. May I kiss you?
[He laughs softly, staying close but letting Dan Feng make his move. It's important for Dan Feng to make decisions and have agency when he's being good, and Jing Yuan just likes feeling wanted.]
I do. [he doesn't care about his clothes, and this shirt is already fucked anyway. one of his hands stays in Dan Feng's hair and the other drops down to his waist, spanning it easily with his hand, fingers digging in.
[Not going to lie, Dan Feng had fantasized about those hands a lot, imagining how easy it would be for him to grab Dan Feng by the waist like a doll. He pulls at the shirt, ripping it, and immediately fits his fangs over Blade's pulse, sucking possessive bruises into his collarbone.]
You've done this before. With your Dan Feng. [Please answer wisely it will directly influence how much mauling will happen thanks.]
[the noise he makes at having the bruises sucked into his collarbone is a low groan, and he definitely lets go of Dan Feng's hair to put both his hands on that slim waist and definitely grabs him like a doll.] I have. [they were married, so...yeah??? not trying to be smug, but it's Ren, so...yeah.] Your Yingxing had unfathomably awful taste.
[The room - the night - the space between them seems to hold its breath, as Dan Feng freezes, eyes wide, pupils slits of gold in a sea of blue.
What did he say? What is he saying? He can feel the oily tide of mara crawl up his throat, can feel his heart seize: yes, he should have died, Yingxing should have killed him, but the betrayal, the pain, the mere thought that someone he had loved so much would hurt him--]
I am going to tear you to pieces.
He digs his nails in, scrapes them down Blade's ribs, snarling. A knee tries to shove itself between Blade's thighs, and the way Dan Feng claims his mouth again is no longer a kiss but more of a murder attempt, violently hungry.]
[he wouldn't have explained himself unless pressed, and perhaps now not even then, given his own mara, so very close at all times, flaring dark as ever with the pain and being so very close to Dan Feng, always at the edges and bubbling up.]
Good.
[and will respond both to the violence hungrily in the way that a man that constantly craves death does, and with his own, hands digging into Dan Feng's waist with force that's beyond bruising.]
[He moans into Ren's mouth - hopes that he breaks skin, leaves a mark on him, because Dan Feng would have killed to have something of Yingxing's other than the memory of his death - and yanks Ren from the door, walking him towards the bed.
Dan Feng is never going to wash these sheets again. In fact, he is going to take those shredded pieces of Ren's clothing and hide them away.]
[he's trying very hard to break skin, leave marks. and is walked towards the bed, but doesn't relax his grip at all.
'missing' cannot properly encompass everything he feels. the yearning, the love, the resentment - both his own and someone else's grudges passed to him-the desire to lie in the same grave when their sin is at last cleansed.]
[He can feel the bites draw blood on his neck, the bruises pressed into his waist. When they're close enough- he practically throws Ren onto his bed, he immediately rolls the palm of his hand between Ren's legs, his other hand pressing heavy against the other man's collarbone, trying to keep him down.]
[pretty chill with being thrown - and honestly when Dan Feng's hand is between his legs, it's already pretty obvious that he's half-hard already. despite the fact that he can't match vidyadhara strength and doesn't really have the leverage, he is going to try to push back against Dan Feng anyway, trying to roll them both over.]
[He lets Ren do as he pleases, and his back hits the mattress; Dan Feng stills, eyes huge and wet and startled. He'd dreamt of this even as Yingxing's hair started graying, but to be bracketed and covered by Ren's sheer bulk in reality makes him feel - ]
I - [He tries for bravado, but his hands tremble violently when he reaches up to cup Ren's face.] You're really here.
[leans over him, long black hair falling to curtain them both. he can feel those slender, strong, familiar hands cupping his face and he reaches for one, fingers digging in tightly because he will leave marks.] I am.
[and he intends to leave so many marks all over Dan Feng's white jade skin. all of the marks. but for now, he leans down, mouth against his slender neck, and bites down hard enough to draw blood.]
[As a consequence of being the Plagues Author's Emanator, Dan Feng's inhuman perfection had been elevated and frozen in time: he'd been less of a living thing and more of a doll, unable to acquire any sort of scar or sign of time passing, no matter how hard he tried.
It was here he'd managed to get his first lasting mark in centuries. With Ren ever so gallant with his violence, Dan Feng wants more. He throws his head back and moans, arousal jolting up his spine as he feels Ren's blunt teeth break skin.]
More. [He fists a hand in Ren's hair, scrapes nails against his scalp to keep him against his skin.] If you tried hard enough, maybe you could rip my throat out--
Maybe if you beg prettily enough, I'll consider it. [murmured, like a promise, against Dan Feng's skin. bites a little harder, if only tantalizingly so, another promise with his teeth.
with his other hand - the one not digging into Dan Feng's hand - he reaches between the other man's legs, feather-light between his thighs. he's just out here being an asshole today.]
[ She makes a small noise in her throat, arching into that feeling-- and turns her head just slightly so she can speak more easily, though her face goes entirely red with heat at the touch of his lips. This close he can easily smell the faint smoke-scent of her skin, though overlayed almost entirely with the (at this point) near-permanent scents of Sett and Aphelios, and their more recent outing. ]
-- You wouldn't want to have me tied up there when you bring Jing Yuan home.
[ That hand at the back of his neck shifts to the side of his head, delicately feeling her thumb over the edge of his ear. ]
That man gets upset over the most trivial of things.
[Can she stop touching things that make him lose his train of thought. Or perhaps Dan Feng should stop being so easy. He has been very easy the entire time he's been here so far. His breath hitches, and he nips at her lower lip with a fang.]
I can smell your owners on you. [Which MEANS he is going to smother her with his own scent in an attempt to piss them off. He is going to start by tilting his head, and slotting their mouths together.]
[ She's cataloging his responses and weaknesses. You know. For reasons.
She hums a little at the nip but-- honestly seems a sight shyer about his potentially kissing her than him feeling her up, because her blush only steadily deepens, creeping down her neck. ]
I would-- hope so, we--
[ Oh,
Her breath catches as he firmly closes that gap, and she surprises herself by eagerly pressing back up in to it-- the hunger is undeniable now, hot in the pit of her stomach and her chest and the tips of her fingers. She settles her hand behind Dan Feng's ear, into his hair, and parts her lips her him with a warm noise of encouragement. ]
[Dan Feng is an extremely aggressive kisser, so much so that it quickly turns less of a kiss and more of him fucking her mouth with his tongue, like a promise of what he can do later on.
He makes an annoyed sound into her mouth, after some moments of this, and he pulls back to pant into her jaw.]
[ good lord. Yknow what though that's fine, she lets herself be pressed back into the door, breath caught in her throat while she feels that-- the edges of his teeth, the almost ticklish movement of his tongue, so different from either of her lovers.
When he finally pulls back she's dazed, pulling in a long and needed breath, looking up at him with hazy confusion-- then, ]
W-wait. Wait, you're going so fast? I--
[ she gives him a bit of a helpless whine, shifting her hand to his collar. She speaks quickly, like she's worried he won't listen if she doesn't. ]
-- We should go to your room. We won't be interrupted and-- please?
[Her fears are not unfounded: the more brain power anything takes to process, the less a horny Dan Feng listens to it, on top of Dan Feng's general tendency to not listen to anything.]
I want to have you now.
[Petulant, and with how tight his pants are, there doesn't seem to be any (?) indication (?) that he's as aroused as he says (?) She does interest him with the privacy, so he backs off- just enough to reach for a towel and wrap it around her shoulders, careful not to jostle her bite.]
Fine. [He's already moving to pick up her clothes and things, grimacing at the pull on his shoulder.]
[ yeah the lack of evident arousal sure is ???? Something especially when Sett said he should have two... you'd expect double bulges right... things to consider later. The same can't really be said for her, though; she can already feel the dampness in her panties, now that his leg is gone.
... she is relieved when he relents though, and feels some kind of way that he's taking the care to gather their things. (He's cute?????) She zips her bra back up and wraps the towel around herself, carefully unlocking the door to let him go first. She keeps her voice quiet. ]
Thank you...
[ a pause, though, as they head to his room. ]
... If possible-- if we're going to do this, it's fine if I touch you, isn't it?
[Dan Feng looks at her like he thinks she's a moron. Frankly speaking, that's how he looks at her most of the time; he reaches out to tug at one of the locks of hair framing her face.]
Are you a virgin and all of that waxing poetic about Settrigh's - his - their - you know - just wishful thinking, or?
[Girl please be as nosy as him and read people's profiles...
Dan Feng checks if the door is locked (even though he's seen and heard her physically lock it), sets their things on the single rickety table, and sits down on the edge of his bed. Which was less of a bed and more of a nest situation, considering the small whirlpool of soft things on it.]
Then fine. [He looks so amused. He makes grabby hands at her- well, as much as he can with one bad shoulder.] I don't understand why you need to ask, [Thank you Mr I Don't Understand Consent] just come here.
[ She looks very relieved by this, frankly. But when he beckons, she comes, dropping her towel on the edge of the bed and reaching up to unzip her bra again, so they're about where they'd left off. ]
Because I just wanted to be sure you were okay with it, that's all. Something you could learn to do.
[ A pause, as she carefully climbs into his lap, resting her weight on one knee on the sheets. She settles her bad hand against his shoulder for careful support, while she drags her fingers against that ticklish, scaled spot again. ]
... Someone mentioned your-- body was a little different, from humans. I don't want to go in not knowing what I'm dealing with.
[Her making sure she's okay with things makes something warm unfurl from under his breastbone - people here seemed to be very adamant about that, and it was nice.
His tail curls up and around him to brace around her back, and to keep her there, the fluffy tip of it nosing curiously up her side.]
Is it about my. [Dan Feng tips his chin down, brow furrowing.] That I have two? Does everyone know that? This place is full of gossipmongers. It is not even that rare in several galaxies. [He's rambling, now, definitely not because he's nervous. It cuts off into a startled bark of laughter, and his hand covers hers.] What are you doing?
Is it not...? It's not really a thing, where I'm from.
[ that she knows of, anyway. She's never slept with a reptile back home. She shivers, squirming a little ticklishly with the feel of his tail.
The laughter is cute, and she presses her palm warmly against his skin under his hand, her face warming with a smile.
But she doesn't have the patience to wait too long; she moves it carefully down his belly, to his hip, then the edge of his pants so she can start undoing those to push them down. ]
[Normally he would not allow someone near the soft, unprotected parts of his body so easily, but Valencia still doesn't quite register as a threat to him, and besides. He's fascinated by the concentration on her face.]
A little. I am not fragile, Valencia, do what you want. [He leans his weight back, on his good hand, to give her more space; the hand on the injured side rests on her thigh. He is doing absolutely nothing to help with the pants, and she's going to discover very soon he's wearing nothing under them.
There's scales trailing further down, amidst skin blushed blue - and three things are immediately apparent:
1) There is no bulge because there is... no dick?? (?) 2) The scales lead directly down into a slit 3) He is really fucking wet with sea-brine smelling slick]
It's not that I think you're fragile, but doesn't being gentle feel good too?
[ that's fine she'll struggle a bit to tug those down enough to free his cock except. Well.
There's a long moment where she just stares because she genuinely has no idea what she's looking at. The words she has in mind don't generally apply to humanoids, and-- don't generally act like this besides.
Carefully, she reaches down, bracing her hand above what would be his pubic area so she can rub the pad of her thumb along the outside of the slit, absolutely fascinated-- by the sight, the smell, the slippery slick. It's not that unlike a human woman, right? So maybe... well, if he doesn't actually have a penis that does simplify the issue of condoms but it does complicate things from the angle of her knowing how to handle it. ]
... There doesn't even seem to be one, much less two?
[He manages to give her a look that feels like he's looking down on her, and he rolls his hips into her touch, all sinuous movement. Dan Feng rumbles a sigh, as his cocks slip slickly out of the vent, one after the other, half-hard.
They're stacked on top of one another, the smaller one on top fitting into the larger one on the bottom, tips shaped like spades and ridged all the way down the shaft. There's no visible balls in sight, and she'll see them fill out, each into a respectable, humanoid size, as Dan Feng stares at her hungrily.]
You can - [He's panting, now, the hand on her thigh moving flat up her side.] We can stop. If this is not pleasing to you.
She watches that happen with unabashed fascination as well, her eyes wide and face blotchy and flushed. It's a little embarrassing, actually-- how much she's fixated, as the pair harden alongside the press of her thumb. She shifts that finger just a little, to graze against them, to feel them as they push and fill out in the open air.
This is definitely not made for a human body, in a way different than Sett's was. The shape is entirely foreign, and the ridges-- the way they fit into each other-- are the females meant to take both at once? Separately? Maybe Sett was right, and they have multiple holes for this sort of thing? That hunger doesn't fade; she's not looking at Dan Feng's face, but frankly, her own pants are starting to feel entirely uncomfortable by this point. He isn't too terribly large. She could take that, surely.
She leans into his touch, as her finger carefully brush over the ridges, testing their softness-- she almost doesn't hear him, and belatedly looks up. ]
I-- oh. No, it's-- It's just... unknown to me? I mean, I don't, um. It's not that I don't want to.
[The ridges have some sort of give, but they're substantial enough that whoever is taking a cock will be feeling every single one of them.]
I don't know if you have noticed, but I am a dragon. And I do not expect you to take me, you look intimidated. [Yeah there's the undertone of a challenge and a lecture, before Dan Feng bucks his hips up into her touch. Can you have mercy on him and use more than a finger. Come on.]
You can only take one, anyway, otherwise I think I'll break you? Other people here have said they can take both during estrus, but I am not aware if your species has heat or rut cycles.
It's not like I have any sexual experience with dragons, before now.
[ She looks... oddly pleased when he responds to her touch, rewarding him with the soft curl of her fingers dragging one long pull over the both of his cocks, from the lips of his vent to the spade tips, marveling at... well, all of it. Curiously, her fingers drift down again-- her hand turned upwards, warm palm supporting the underside of his larger length-- to press her fingers curiously between the folds of his vent. Given he's so wet, maybe...? Or perhaps it just inverts entirely? It's so strange, but she truly can't help the spike of lust, her ears perked attentively forward and her tail, though not as dexterous, doing its best to curl up against his.
She's paying attention to his words now, but-- barely. More interested in exploring. She hums, a bit. ]
You're not as big as Sett, but you're shaped a lot differently. So if you were careful about it, it would probably be okay... Ah? Oh, no. Humans don't have heat cycles like animals or nonhumans. My understanding is that if you want to warm someone up to taking something so large, it's mostly practice and arousal.
[ a pause. ]
... Just one will be fine, though. For now, anyway.
[He perks up like a dog that's been told it's going out for walkies.]
Good. You have some sexual appeal, that I would give y-
[Once she sinks her fingers into him far enough, Dan Feng throws his head back and moans, a throaty, desperate sound, and he sits up all at once, trying to haul Valencia further up on the bed.]
[ Oh that's nice. Her breath catches, and she lets herself be hauled forward a little. It makes her reach a little awkward, but she presses two slim fingers firmly in, curling them up into the slick flesh.
-- Is it like a pocket? A functional vagina? How deep can she go? If she presses in a little more, to her knuckles, can he feel that the way she can feel Aphelios' long fingers in her? She gently rocks them in, pressing the pads of her fingers up on the downstroke, feeling the firmness of the root of his cocks hidden in the muscle.
Her whole body shivers, at his noise, her breath coming a bit quick-- excited. ]
[Her fingers brush against that spot (where he liked to bully Dan Heng) (and now he understands why he'd been so petulant) and he has to muffle a whine into the base of her ear. This isn't really one of the ... orifices... people go for, when they see his dicks, and his brain can't decide whether to pull away or to beg for more.
He lets her go, lying fully on the bed, and tries to squirm off her fingers; his tail seems to have a life of its own, however, and wraps around that arm.]
[ She laughs as he falls back, eyes bright, delighted, hungry for that reaction. He's blushing, and insulting her-- so he likes it? She shifts just slightly to settle against one of his thighs so she can better finger-fuck him; his body's squirming but his tail is keeping her close, and she uses her injured hand to place a warm palm against his lower belly. ]
You like it. [ It's a statement, not a question, and she feels a little dizzy with the feeling of power over him that grinding her palm against his vent gives her. She isn't particularly skilled, but she is persistent, tracking his reactions with her eyes and thrusting her fingers accordingly.
She leans over him, her tail lashing; predatory, focused, aroused. ]
[The still-functioning logical part of his brain is saying This is a bad idea. Bad. Horrid. Showing her weakness. The lizard part of his brain is saying Start begging NOW NOW NOW NOW.
Dan Feng looks up at her with eyes so darkened gold that there's barely a ring of the azure in it, and his gaze darts from her mouth, to her chest, to the planes of her stomach, and back to her face, panting openmouthed, fangs extended.]
I- [He reaches out with his good hand, to fold over the one pressed over his stomach. He spreads his legs wider. He's flushed a splotchy red all the way down to his sternum. More importantly, he's about 0.00043579 seconds from biting the nearest part of Valencia he can reach.] Hurry up. Is t-that all you can give me?
[Dan Feng tosses his head to get rid of the hair sticking to his sweaty temples, and stares at her, looking more incredulous than he ever has before. The audacity?]
If you don't fuck me now I am not going to fuck you later.
[ Oh, that's a good look. He's really gorgeous, isn't he? She stares at him for what seems like minutes too long, her lips parted and exhaling a long, soft breath.
She leans down to kiss him, suddenly, as her fingers delve back in. She doesn't hesitate now, thrusting them back in-- he seemed to like that, to like it when she pressed up into that spot, dragged the pads of her fingers down over it on the outstroke. So she puts a little more force into it, firm and unrelenting, grinding the heel of her palm under the base of his cocks. ]
[He opens his lips to the kiss hungrily, but it doesn't take long for that to dissolve into breathless gasps of her name into her mouth. He curls a hand over her shoulders to keep her close, wanting her warmth and attention and all of it, and blunted fingernails scrape into the roots of her hair as he falls apart with a groan.]
Val-- [Dan Feng whines, slick wet down the insides of his thighs as he contracts tight around her. (Those dicks are not going down. Unfortunately.) The Mouth at the inside of his right thigh yawns open, quite suddenly, revealing a void of nothing - and then chomps down, as if eating something.]
[ She dutifully fucks him through that orgasm, her thighs squeezing tight around his leg as if that were enough friction for herself, relishing in the grip of his muscles. In this what it was like for Aphelios, for Sett? When her body clamped down vice tight around their generous motions? And oh, her name.
She whines soft into his mouth as well, peppering kisses there and over his jaw and his neck, her face hot with pleasure even with just this much.
She slows to a stop though, once the waves of orgasm have subsided, her fingers still buried deep in him and just gently, gently rocking against him. ]
[He squirms off her fingers for real this time, but he doesn't go far - he circles fingers around that wrist, so he can bring it to his mouth.
And clean himself off her fingers, long, hotwet swipes of his tongue, while he folds that thigh between her legs, pushing into the apex of them. When he finishes, he teeths a little on her pointer finger, before smiling, a little crooked.]
[ she looks only a little disappointed, that she couldn't do that herself; she rocks slowly down against his leg, blushing at the praise. Her eyes are a little hazy with need at this point, though, so when he releases her fingers from his mouth she draws them back to cup his jaw, to lean in and kiss him again and taste that slick on his tongue with a soft, low hum. ]
[This woman is full of surprises, he thinks, falling into her warm kisses for several long moments, and then he's slowly coaxing her on her side - thankfully her uninjured side is the opposite of his, so they can stay facing each other.]
Hm. Let me try something.
[He pets a hand down her flank, fingers teasing down her waistband. His tail folds long over the both of them, seeking, and twining around hers, warm with body heat.]
[ She's only slliiiightly resistant to that, going tense very briefly-- but the kisses, soft touches, the coaxing relax her enough that she goes relatively easily, relaxing down into that soft nest he's created.
She arches, just slightly, into his hand, makes a warm little noise of embarrassment at the feel of his tail, lifting her hips and, unlike him, using her hand to help ease her waistband down so much as she can. It takes a second for the words to register, though, blinking back up at his face. ]
[He smiles at her again. This time it's his normal, infuriatingly smug, asshole smile, and he pushes her just a little bit, on her back, his hair unbound and falling over them like a curtain.]
[ There's a loooong pause, staring at him, turning over that offer in her head. It's a bit (a lot) distracted because-- well. The smile is one thing, of course it's not as cute as his blush but it is familiar, but the way his hair falls, long and silky, is so pretty.
She reaches up, just a bit, to run her fingers through it, before remembering-- right. he asked a questionOH HE'S OFFERING TO EAT HER OUT.
She blinks owlishly at him for a second, steadily going red again. ]
Like I said. You can touch whatever you want, except for that [Points to the broken one,] horn.
[Dan Feng knows how beautiful he is; he's started several fights via honeypot. But there's something quite different about seeing someone he... doesn't... hate? isn't apathetic about? fascinated with him.
He dips his head to steal a kiss. And then to bite at her lower lip, hoping to nick and draw blood, before trailing kisses down her jaw, and suckling a bruise in the soft hollow of her throat.]
[ She knows it does, if he's willing to tell her enough to not touch it. She doesn't reach for his head just yet though, settling her hand instead against his shoulder-- she presses eagerly into the kiss but gives a sharp noise at the bite, jerking back, tonguing the droplet of blood off of the tiny wound.
It's not so much the pain that stirs that warmth up again between her legs as the attention, the way her instinctive danger alarms start ringing when his mouth presses near her neck. She's distracted again for that moment: she doesn't tilt her head back to bare her throat for him but she doesn't tuck her chin to prevent access either, her whole body shivering and goosebumps rising along her flesh at the feeling. After that she remembers oh, yeah, her pants are only half off before she shifts her legs to kick them off entirely.
[He makes an unamused growl at her moving (even if it was to take her pants off?? can he just not tear them off?? Useless???), and as soon as she stills he slots his legs between hers again.]
It's- [He visibly fights with himself for a moment.] Very sensitive. [He rests his cheek over the curve of one breast, looking up at her face, expecting derision.] Every touch to it for the past seven hundred years was to hurt. And it did. If you touch it I might hurt you on reflex.
[And since he can't abide by such vulnerability he's going to turn his face and nip at the nearest nipple, like it's Valencia's fault, thanks.]
[ Well congratulations she's very very very wet this is like. Barely contained by her panties. Probably more important than her arousal for him though is that without the fabric barrier he can feel that the space between her legs isn't just warm, it's almost hot against him.
The nip gets a sharp little hiss, pushing the pert thing up against his mouth in reflex. The expression he gets when he looks isn't derision, though-- it's earnest attention, even with the desire still clouding her gaze, her brows creased just slightly in sympathy.
Her thigh shifts up a bit, to graze against his cocks, and her hand finally slides into the hair atop his head, brushing her thumb along the base edge of his unbroken horn. Her expression, now, has softened. ]
... Do you know that I wouldn't ever touch it to hurt you, in bed with you? I don't want to hurt you at all, like this. I won't lie and say I wouldn't ever, if you tried to kill me, but here...
Edited (words have meanings and I'm stupid) 2024-03-12 21:56 (UTC)
Valencia, it does not matter what you intend. When you pick up a shard of broken glass every angle will cut you. It is for your own sake that I warn you this one time.
[His face is creased with confused arousal, but he cants his head into her touch anyway, breath hitching when her thumb touches the translucent keratin. She's warm under him and she is warming him with these stupid little things she's saying like Dan Feng's paranoia wouldn't ruin them.
He cups her other breast, firm, and takes a nipple into his mouth again, swirling his tongue around it (a punctuation) (a distraction) (she is very. hot. in all earthly aspects. she should stop talking because all this talk of gentleness makes Dan Feng lightheaded, unused to that kind of attention.)]
... Mm, I get it. I'm just letting you know. I'll do my best to avoid it regardless.
[ She obligingly runs the pad of her thumb feather-light over his horn when he leans into her touch, a smile on her lips and a warm hum in her throat that he can probably feel through her sternum.
Her breath hitches when he puts his mouth over her breast, though, squeezing her thighs lightly around his as she arches up into it. Her fingers curl in his hair instead, encouraging, and she gives a a shivery little laugh once she catches a breath again. ]
You're-- oddly docile. You're really cute like this. It's it because you're enjoying it?
[He's not answering that. He's not answering it, but the way he sort-of hides his face behind a tit gives him away. Dan Feng is extremely touchy like this: where his lips aren't pressed against her skin, his fingers are mapping her freckles out, spaced out as they are.
The kisses trail down her stomach - and then he pillows his head on the jut of a hip, trailing a now-sharp nail up the outside curve of her thigh.]
[ She laughs-- and again when his lips press against her stomach, squirming a bit ticklishly under it. Her tail twitches-- tries to, wrapped up in his-- and her ears are upright with attention as she watches him move down, pleased by his apparent, if brief, bashfulness. It's cute? It's really cute. She's actually a little alarmed how much she's enjoying seeing him like this buuuut also. Also. What if he was like this more. The touches, the attention, all of it-- it's fine to indulge, isn't it? God, she wants.
The fur on her tail poofs out a bit when his nail grazes sharply against her skin, goosebumps raising over the rest of her, and she. Makes a small, embarrassed noise, turning her head to hide her face. ]
[He presses a smile that turns into fang at the crease of her hip and thigh.]
Just being observant.
[He lolls his head heavy against the inside of her thigh, and then taps on her hip, his tail uncurling from hers to wrap around one of her knees, possessive.]
Valencia. [Dan Feng murmurs.] Look at me.
[Because when she looks, he's going to start pulling her panties down. With his teeth.]
[ She arches a little into that feeling, the pressure of him against the inside of her thigh making her instinctively spread her legs for him. Freed, her tail curls up a little against his neck-- almost like it's trying to tuck shyly between her legs but waylaid by his body in the way.
She obediently turns her head a little to look back, though, peering through her hair at him. And holy shit, dude. She watches, the color high in her face and her eyes wide and awed, shivering as she's exposed to the air as his movement drags her fingers from his hair.
maybe. maybe. she is starting to understand POV porn a little. ]
a) literally bites a hole into her panties and tears it off one thigh b) bites a kiss first directly over where her femoral artery is closest to the skin, in the crease of her thigh, and c) starts dragging those kisses down the inside of her thighs, just short of anywhere close where she'd want them.]
[ SHE CAN'T EVEN BE MAD. IT'S REALLY HOT IS THE THING. she can maybe be offended later but she can also bully him into fetching her new undies from foodland, probably. maybe.
The bite (kiss) gets a different reaction entirely-- she gasps, goes stiff under him, her tail bristling a little. Maybe fortunately for him, the red mark quickly blooms on her skin under his mouth, sure to bruise. She watches him in rapt attention though, as his mouth trails its slow way down, face still dark with color and breath caught in her throat, her ears perked upright and shivering with interest (her whole body is, actually). Down there, her unnatural warmth is concentrated into a heat he can easily feel on his skin that close, and... without further action, she unconsciously rolls her hips down towards him, encouraging. Or more like hopeful. ]
[She's like a furnace, and Dan Feng just barely restrains himself, because he's a petty little fucker and the need to get back at her is greater than how horny he is (thanks for the orgasm).
So, now: he presses a kiss just above her clit, the ghost of slick muscle over the sensitive nub, and he parts her lower lips with his tongue, slowly opening her up like he has all the time in the world. She'll be able to see the way his eyes crinkle up at her - he knows how annoying on purpose he's being.]
[ Val makes a face at him-- an attempt at a scowl, disrupted entirely by the redness of her cheeks and she way she arches beneath him. But-- he's at least touching her, which is leagues better than not touching her, and she relaxes back against the blankets with a soft sigh.
She shivers as that smooth tongue brushes over her, just enough to entice, her head laid back but tilted so she can still watch him. It's not as rough as Sett's-- or as wide-- but she's a little surprised by the... strength? of it? As it pushes between her lips. She barely manages to hold back a louder groan than intended, her ears pressed flat with embarrassment at the look he's giving her.
... So she reaches down, carefully, to brush her fingers down along the curve of his horn and into his hair a bit. Her voice is a little strained. ]
[The touch at his horn makes him twitch, eyes shuttering, and he lolls his head against her thigh. He is not very good at all with controlling his reactions with his horns, and he makes up for it by being even more of an ass.]
What do we say when we want something? [Like he doesn't have his mouth half-open, realizing that he's depriving her just as much he's depriving himself.]
[ Well. Her face heats up, but unlike Dan Feng she is not at all ashamed of asking for what she wants. Or begging, as the case may be. It's embarrassing, sure, but the desire in her right now, with the feel of his breath hot against her skin, far exceeded any shame. Not when he was already between her legs, and certainly not when hunger chew, sharp-fanged, the edges of her self-control.
She only hesitates a moment, leg straining a little against the grip of his coiled tail and her hand curling into his hair, before she mumbles. ]
[See, Dan Feng's easy, but he's especially weak to people submitting to him.]
Good girl.
[He then slides his hands under her thighs and yanks her down, holding her in place, as he fucks his tongue into her cunt. It's definitely longer than a human's, prehensile and muscular like his tail, and like this, all traces of his shame are gone, as he falls further into her scent and how hot she is inside.
He pulls out after a few moments of this, then, lower half of his face slick with both of them. A mischievous slide of tongue over her folds, ending with a broad stroke over her clit, starting an enthusiastic, steady rhythm, looking up at her as he watches her face.]
For all that his tongue feels great (more than great, frankly), it really seems to be the praise that does... Something More, her expression twisting a little into something simultaneously embarrassed to all hell and desperately horny. She bucks up against his mouth as his tongue fucks into her in an unconscious movement, her grip on his hair briefly tightening as she's yanked down against his mouth; she releases him quickly enough because covering her face with her arms to muffle her sharp cry of pleasure is a higher priority at this moment.
It's a little like Phel's tentacles, isn't it? Thinner-- no suction cups, obviously-- but still dextrous in a way that makes her arch up towards him, press him deeper, feel the length of him as she squeezes down, coils that pleasure even hotter, tighter. She whimpers when he pulls out-- a noise that trails into a shaky moan muffled into her arm as his focus shifts, her thighs trembling under his grip like she's doing her very best to hold on.
But, well. Not good enough, because it truly only takes a few moments or so of that sustained pressure for her control to collapse entirely inward with her orgasm. She bites her lip with a high, sharp noise as her thighs grip the side of his face, yanking one of his myriad soft things down to cover hers in some effort to mask that embarrassment (as if she wasn't entirely blotchy red down to her chest).
Though not quite as obvious as his, if Dan Feng's paying attention he can absolutely see the way her Mouth seems to "bite" nothing, tongue licking its teeth. ]
Imbibitor Lunae: HARLLLLOT Imbibitor Lunae: I HADE GATEHRED YOU WRE A WHORE Imbibitor Lunae: AAARE YOU PROD OF YOREUSELF
[Is it ass o clock in the morning? Yes. Has Dan Feng sequestered himself in one of the darkest little corners of the theatre with ominously sticky floors? Also yes.]
[ no reply. instead angel kicks in the doors of the theater, so some light gets shined directly at dan feng. ] Ain’t nothing wrong with being a porn star, Danny. It pays da’ bills. [ he strolls over to him. ] And I’m still a great lay. [ he takes a seat across from him, staring. ] Why are ya’ bison’ out here?
[He curls his tail up to block the light, and once the doors swing closed, he gives Angel a look that suggested he was thinking about visiting violence upon his person.]
Harlot. [Muttered, but he goes back to lounging on the seats (he'd raised the armrests) like someone who was very used to lounging like he was the demigod ruler of some civilization.] I'm decompressing. If you had been looking for me - I did die. Consensually.
If yer tryin' t' make me feel bad fer bein' good at suckin' dick, then yer failin' spectacularly. [ he turns toward dan feng. ] Need help t' decompress? [ he walks his fingers up his calf. ] Now that yer done dyin' I can help make sure that'cha feel alive.
No, but I didn’t t’ink it would hurt t’ ask. [ he tries ripping his hand free. ] I came t’ check up on ya’, idiot. It ain’t like I got close t’ most people here, … [ and as great as the lust kids are he misses hanging out with adults. especially shitty adults. ]
[He lets his hand go, and puts up his boots on the seats, lying across three of them.]
You're pathetic. [That makes two of them, he doesn't say. Dan Feng studies him for another moment, giving him a clinical once-over that isn't discreet at all.] Were you in that horrid little bomb game?
…says da’ guy sulkin’ in a movie theater. [ he fixes himself up once he’s got his arm back. ] I played fer about half of it, ‘cause I got wriggled t’ pieces…
Makes me glad that nobody bothered t’ try on me, but, d’en again… I was in about a hundred pieces… all wriggling around on an active minefield. I don’t t’ink it would’a been worth it.
Time kind’a stopped fer me, but if fin’ I had to quantify it… maybe another half hour… hard t’ say, …
At least ya' were put out'a yer misery fer a little bit. [ ... ] Real shit'a them t' give it t' ya' again though. I t'ink I might'a met a similar fate had I not been paired wit' Sloth. [ eyes him as he talks about his murders. ] D'ems real friends. Da' ones ya' can always count on.
Not too long... but it ain't like I wasn't in a shit place before d'is. I was in Hell, and I gotta regularly worry about fuckos tryin' t' kill me. [ but most know better than to fuck with him because 1) he could kill them and 2) valentino would kill them. maybe even charlie too now. ]
Imbibitor Lunae: my 'condition' already spans all of those stages Imbibitor Lunae: i can function until stage 3. 4 is unpleasant Imbibitor Lunae: did you need anything?
Valencia: It's one thing to be hurt as retribution for your actions, when you're violent with someone else Valencia: But it's another to lose your mind and body to something outside of your control. Valencia: Of course I'd worried. I don't like that it could happen to you doubled over even if you would be particularly useful as a "testbed"
[ Hhhhesitates. the little typing bubble pops up frequently as she tries to figure out the best way to word this, but. ]
Valencia: It may come as a shock to you, after all of whatever this nonsense is between us Valencia: But I do care about you, and it upsets me to see you in distress.
Imbibitor Lunae: why, did you think it was mutual? Imbibitor Lunae: if you want me to fret over you ask someone else
[It's as mutual as someone with scrambled egg brain cells as him can get, which isn't much, and involves hurting whoever hurts Val a lot, among other things.]
Imbibitor Lunae: good. so you understand Imbibitor Lunae: things like me have nothing to offer you Imbibitor Lunae: save your concern for those who deserve it
Valencia: You don't get to decide who deserves me. Valencia: So don't try to turn this around into self-pitying rejection. Valencia: If I'm going to be forced to live beyond death in this place I'm going to take what I want. Please kindly deal with it like an adult.
Imbibitor Lunae: ???? Imbibitor Lunae: i am speaking objectively here you are very confusing Imbibitor Lunae: i am dealing with it like an adult Imbibitor Lunae: oh Imbibitor Lunae: Imbibitor Lunae: Imbibitor Lunae: i am part of the things you want?
Valencia: For all the wisdom you pretend to spout you're not actually very attentive. Valencia: I would not worry about you if I didn't care. I would never go to bed with someone I don't like or want to be around, in general, and I especially wouldn't let them touch me like you have. Valencia: You're an ignorant fool.
Imbibitor Lunae: I have the accumulated wisdom of THOUSNADS O F YEARS cease your slander Imbibitor Lunae: perhaps i was not aware. when I slept with someone it was usually to incapacitate or kill them Imbibitor Lunae: not that i want to incapacitate or kill you Imbibitor Lunae: i slept with you because i think you are not completely abhorrent Imbibitor Lunae: and you look beautifully incandescent when you get what you want
Valencia: Well Valencia: Thank you for the compliment, I think. Valencia: Such weak flattery will not get you back into my bed, however. You are still a fool. Valencia: I don't like being jerked around, so decide eventually whether you "don't find me completely abhorrent" or don't care at all. It can't be both.
Valencia: And for god's sake don't let yourself be treated like a lab rat for vaccines.
Imbibitor Lunae: wwhen did I leave your bed? I want to Imbibitor Lunae: Imbibitor Lunae: Imbibitor Lunae: I enjoy your company. I find most things completely abhorrent. i want to teach you how to make my favorite food so you can make it for me ... ! Imbibitor Lunae: donot tell me what to do i am much older than yuo
[ i want to stay mad because he's a jerk but he's being actually cute and this seems like the sort of thing thats huge for him and im weak as hell. lord help me ]
Valencia: I'll do what I want, grandfather. Valencia: I don't think it's a good idea to let me cook something you like either as I'll just ruin it Valencia: Valencia: Valencia: Valencia: That makes me happy, I think. That you enjoy being around me. I enjoy your company as well, as you know.
Imbibitor Lunae: if yuo do some things enough times you are bound to get good at it after 75 years at least
[long lifer things...]
Imbibitor Lunae: so do not worry. you will get there. i m very good at motivating people Imbibitor Lunae: it is idiottic for you to be around me as yuo know what kind of person ii am Imbibitor Lunae: hmm i thiink i am being. followed. hunted by soemthing . stay indoors. if yuou see dan heng outside yell at him to go back inside Imbibitor Lunae: be safe. i want to be the only one who hurts yuo
[He goes down easily, and he's already reaching out to wrap his arms around her waist, trying to wrangle her that she's bracketing his hips with her knees with as little space between them as possible.]
That's - [There's a mouth wet on her neck, fangs scraping against the artery, breath hot against her skin.] - very forward - of you? You feel so good under my hands? I want to knead you but you're the cat here?
[ Her tail bristles all up, bottle-brush, with alarm at the feeling of his fangs against her neck-- but she's so overwhelmed with something that she can't even focus on the potential danger. It's exciting, that instinctive fear, and the urge to grab him by the throat and pin him down is strong... but not quite as strong as pressing flat against him and rocking against him for some, any, stimulation.
She wants to put her mouth somewhere. She wants to bite, or-- no, that wouldn't be nice. His head it there, so she breathes soft against his ear, gently kissing up along to its pointed tip before gently pinching it between her teeth. ]
[Dan Feng makes a high, almost wounded sound, muffled into her collarbone, and this time his pants aren't tight enough to prevent her from feeling how fast he's getting hard.]
H-harder. [His hands are frantically grasping at the hem of her top, trying to ruck it upwards, skimming over her ribs and chest.] Make it hurt- Why do you smell so nice? What is that?
[ She has no idea what he's talking about, so she just makes a small noise in response, noncommittal; she's dressed but frankly still wearing depression clothes so it's easy enough to ruck up her shirt and bra and feel her skin; there are buds of vines here, soft and pliable when he feels over them, feeding and growing on her excitement. The flowers that have taken up residence in her hair are, too, beginning to unfurl and bloom.
She hears his request and-- ignores it, yes, because "making it hurt" is not a priority for her during sex. She does give him a sharp little nip, if nothing else, but her focus changes again once he manages to push her shirt up enough to expose her breasts to the air. She shivers, threads her fingers through his hair, pulls back enough to look at him and--
Oh, perfect. She leans up; the action has the dual purpose of getting his face into her chest and helping her reach his horn. She can feel his cocks hardening below her (for once; that was interesting) but she needed something in her mouth now and she only had so much patience for the moment. She kisses his hair, then up, gliding the tip of her tongue up along the blueish extension. ]
[Dan Feng is having all sorts of conflicted emotions here: first, holy shit, tits, his favorite, second, oh there's plants in there, and that reminds him of mara, pushing branches and leaves and horror out of skin and muscle and she is so warm and Dan Feng wants to sink in her and then he lets out a true, frightened whimper at her tongue, pushing at Valencia's shoulders, canting his head out of her reach.]
W-wait--
[His eyes are glossy with tears. The sensation was so drastically foreign and so much; it was like someone touching his broken one, but good, and Dan Feng did not know what to do with that.
[The hands on her shoulders are trembling finely, but he still leans into her touch. He doesn't know how to tell her this will cross a line of vulnerability that he's not sure he wants her to see and have her think less of him.]
Like - like you said, earlier. I do not do this. M-my horns. [He bows his head slightly. Maybe he now understands, a little bit, of what she was talking about.] With everyone. But with you, I - [He squirms. It doesn't help.] - it's. I will be in your care.
[ ... Oh, really cute. She wishes she could have had time to reduce Aphelios to this. No, think about the now, the now.
Her tail does curl, pleased, at his acquiescence, and she shifts one hand back to cover his on his shoulder and give his arm a reassuring stroke. The other hand, more carefully, slides through his hair. Cups his cheek, strokes up along his ear and temple, her thumb smoothing feather-light against the base of his horn like she did the first time they'd done this. The self-control involved right now in keeping herself from just lurching back in is frankly phenomenal; she fights the temptation by rocking, hot and meaningful, down against his bulge. ]
... Thank you. I really, really want to make you feel good.
[ And then she shifts forward again to press her lips to his horn. Much more carefully this time, her tongue light over the surface of it only in that one place. ]
[Even when he's expecting it, it's still like a bolt of lightning going directly down between his legs. Dan Feng's mouth mindlessly finds one of her nipples, his hand warm on the round of her breast as he laves attention to the peak of it.]
More. [How he manages to sound petulant when panting, the world will never know.]
[ Yaaaay she makes a shivery little noise as he does that, eagerly arching towards the warmth of his mouth, the noise a soft reverberation against the horn.
He asked for more though, so she easily gives: her palm cradles the back of his head while her lips travel upwards along the length of it, leaving small, wet kisses in their wake. And once she reaches the curved tip she tilts her head down again to repeat the motion from earlier, running the tip of her tongue up along the whole of it.
He'll get maybe a minute to adjust to that before she just wraps her lips around what she can of it wholesale, though. Good luck buddy! ]
[A minute is not enough to adjust to that. His horns are just - translucent, slightly warm keratin, why is it so - what is she doing -
The moan he stifles into the valley of her breasts is absolutely pornographic, and all of a sudden, he goes boneless under her, hands digging bruises into her hips. The scent of sea brine winds thick into the air.]
V-Val-- Valencia-?!
[Anyway yeah so that one single thing just made him come, clenching violently around nothing, and his cocks are now straining painfully against the apex of her legs.]
The moan shoots an electric line of pleasure, through her chest and down, and she groans lightly around his horn-- sucks a little, tongue curled around it. She doesn't notice the sudden change in his posture until his fingers are digging hard into her flesh, and she pulls off of the horn with an obscene pop, licking her lips as she looks down at him with a curious noise.
-- Which quickly turns into a soft laugh, pressing firm down against him, her whole face and neck gone red and her eyes delighted by the mess he's made of himself. Her hand slides through his hair again, fingers curling gently around his horn to rub along it. ]
[Dan Feng looks up at her with a fucked-out expression, mouth slightly open, pupils blown dark gold, hands loose around around her waist. He looks at her like someone who's had a religious experience, actually, and there's no snarky remark from him this time.
Instead, he strains upward, trying to kiss her with wordless, desperate breaths, but her hold on his horn is stopping him. He'll regret this later, letting Valencia know how stupid and pliant he gets after an Aeons-damned hornjob, but right now he just really wants--]
[ Perhaps the view isn't helped by the indulgent way she smiles at him, ears perked forward, or the fully-bloomed glories dotting her hair. When he tries to move though she lets her hand slip from the horn, terribly gentle, and slide back into his hair.
It's good. It's really good; in the back of her mind this is solidified as an increasingly effective way of handling him, the same way pulling on Sett's ears are. More importantly, though, it feels powerful to reduce someone to this. To make them want her.
She lets him move again, and meets his lips with hers with a soft, needy noise, her tail curling down against his thigh. ]
[He's the one who deepens it, tilting his head to the side to fit their mouths together, chasing after her taste and breath and that memory of her saying, I want you to feel good.]
Minx. That was incredible-- [Purred, as he breaks the kiss, carding a hand through and tugging her hair loose, nails firm down her scalp, at the base of an ear. His other hand slides under her waistband, curving over her ass, pulling down as he grinds up into her.]
You're wearing too much. [Now if only Dan Feng can rub enough brain cells together to realize the way he's clinging to her prevents this from being rectified...]
[ The -- compliment? Nickname? Purr?-- gets a full-bodied shiver from her, panting a little as they separate, the flavor on her tongue all the subtle sweet of mooncake and the bitter smokiness of her tea.
She makes another little noise at his words-- yes, she agrees, she is wearing far too much, especially when that bulge is pressing so intently between her legs, where she aches with the need to be filled. It's a strange sensation-- yes, she's been intensely horny before, but this went beyond simple desire-- but not one she's willing to ignore. ]
Nn-- let me--
[ She kisses him again, leaning forward into him for support as she raises herself up onto her knees-- just enough to awkwardly shuffle her pants down and off one leg, which is about as far away from his touch as she can stand.
She reaches down to pull on his waistband, to lower it enough that she might free him from its confines (pants) so he can sheath it or them into BETTER confines (her). ]
[While she's trying to get his cocks out, Dan Feng will be helpful (?) by giving her motivation (?) - a hand between her spread legs, two fingers pushing the crotch of her panties to the side, up into her, hilting, his thumb on her clit all at once.]
[ oh god. okay. She's completely waylaid by the sudden attention because-- yes, she is dripping, thank you for noticing. He might be pleased to find that she's practically furnace-hot, too-- more than usual.
More importantly though when he sinks both fingers in at once she gives a sharp, desperate noise, burying her face into his neck and clamping vice-tight down on him with a jerk of her hips. She tries to say something, she really does, but it mostly gets slurred into the noise of pleasure, her ears flat and tail curling-lashing-curling in confused repetition. ]
[His inflection goes up at the end, because he's never seen her lost in sensation like this, and quite frankly, it's making him lose his mind, because it's really fucking hot.
His thumb starts moving in slick, featherlight circles, and he threads fingers through her hair to try and tug her head far away enough so he can see her face.]
It's just two fingers? Are you this much of a slut?
[ she shudders against him, rocking into his touch to chase that sensation, stirring little sparks of pleasure through her in waves.
She winces when he pulls her back though, face flushed and panting, another plea on her lips--
-- which quickly dies as what he says permeates the fog of lust, cooling her blush rapidly and her ears pinning flat. ... Was she? Did this make her a slut? Maybe he was right-- after all her protest before, here she was, letting herself be finger-fucked practically in public. It couldn't be all the tea, could it? Certainly things felt different-- far more intense than usual-- but if she wasn't... that kind of person, surely she could have just...? ]
[Her body language doesn't react the way he thinks she will, and while this has never stopped Dan Feng before with anyone he'd slept with for missions, this feels- different. He pulls his fingers out, cleaning them with hydromancy with a flick of his hand, and tries to wrangle her hands so he can hold them.]
[ She just looks COMPLETELY baffled by the handholding, with a confusing mix of desires-- the appreciation that he stopped to question, the embarrassment of being questioned and ruining the moment for him, the confusion of him caring enough to stop at all and why did he stop? The lust doesn't care about her feelings; she still needs, which is frustrating, when her brain and her heart is battling it. ]
Nn. No, I-- sorry, I didn't mean--
[ What the fuck do you even say to that. She looks at their joined hands, her fluster slowly returning. ... Ah, this was embarrassing. ]
[There's a long, awkward pause, where Dan Feng cools off a little, too, because he's thinking hard about what to do. What would Jing Yuan do in this situation. That was a really weird thing to think about when he'd been knuckle deep in someone else less than five minutes ago, but that was the downside of having another living creature as your moral compass.]
I can call you other things? [He kind of bounces her hands?] I do not know much of what you like.
[ how has filthy outdoor sex with a dragon become so embarrassing so quickly. Her fluster quickly deepens, at least, because he's trying to be sweet and that's really fucking cute and god maybe she is a slut she wants to fuck him into the dirt so fucking bad.
She. Whines, just a little, her tail lashing. What does she like? Oh, this is a new level of embarrassment. ]
I-I.
[ A long pause, clearly struggling, but. ]
... When Sett and I-- I. I do like it, when you talk, and-- I don't mind... some of the things you say, but when we would he'd. He'd do things like say it felt great or call me a good girl...
[Dan Feng looks at her with a concentration one would normally reserve for calculating tax returns, before sliding his hands up the insides of her wrists, leaning in very close so there's barely an inch of space between them.
He can't really sound not dangerous, with his voice low and silky like this, but Dan Feng is very good at taking care of his things.]
Does that mean you'll do your best for me, my treasure?
[ Well. That certainly does something, because her whole face and neck flush red-hot, her breath catching in her throat. The confusion doesn't quite leave her eyes, because wow this has gone SO far in the opposite direction and it's also never something that's been said to her before, but leave it to Dan Feng to take anything to some sort of extreme.
She stumbles over her response at first, surprised by just how much that struck a chord of desire straight through her, but-- ]
[He dips his head to take her lower lip between his teeth, gently tugging at it, pressing their foreheads together.]
Good girl. I'll take care of you.
[Today in Valencia Reaps What She Sows,]
Kneel like you've done before. Hands behind your back. [His tone takes on of one who is used to being obeyed, a little haughty. He tugs the middle of the hem of her shirt and bra up, holds them up to her mouth.] Hold these up for me so I can see all of you.
[ Oh we've swerved again. Her ears perk-- flick, confused-- perk, with a shivery little noise as he pulls off her lip. She doesn't... particularly want to get off his lap, to do what he asks, but we're really discovering some new fun things about ourselves today huh. It's embarrassing because, objectively, he sounds stupid. This sounds like bad YA male leads in books her college friends like. She is so fucking horny however.
She slowly shuffles back, onto her knees-- stares at the cloth in his hand before obeying, biting them between her teeth-- and quickly cycles through a few thoughts. The miserable lack of contact now, like this, when all she wanted was to melt against him. The raising goosebumps as cool air washes over her mostly-nude body, fingers digging into her own wrists to keep them locked behind her.
And the intense desire fighting with the embarrassment of being "on display" for someone, posed, for their pleasure of viewing. She mumbles a little, muffled around the shirt: ]
[His tail curls around them, wrapping around one of her thighs, the fur of it just barely brushing against the apex of her legs. One warm hand hefts the weight of a breast, kneading it with the impartiality of one picking out fruit at the market.
And then: his other hand palms down her belly, a finger dipping into her, the meat of his palm rolling over her clit.]
That fluster deepens as he gropes her, her hips shifting slightly forward as the fur brushes over her flesh. She watches his hand move down again, eyes half-lidded and quickly hazing over with pleasure, stomach fluttering under his touch.
It doesn't take much to work her back up to where she was a few moments ago, honestly: his finger presses into her and she gives him a muffled, needy noise in response, squeezing around him and pressing down against it. But even without that his words do seem to be having quite the effect-- even if her expression looks more embarrassed than anything having to hear it, her ears and tail give away the intense interest. ]
[Incredibly enough, she feels warmer than usual, inside, and she'll be able to see him jerk visibly when he clenches around his finger.]
So wet and hot for me. [Without warning, he fucks four fingers into her, grinding his thumb into her clit, almost leisurely; the hand on her breast rolls a nipple meanly between his thumb and forefinger.] You are not to come until I say so. You will take only what I will give you. Understand?
[ -- She jolts with a sharp yelp of surprise, unable to stop herself from grabbing Dan Feng's arm for support and dropping the clothing from her mouth. There's that same expression of deeply-confuse-but-SUPER-into-it, her ears folding and thighs trembling as she struggles to stay upright.
An ear perks at his words, and she looks up at him; she's already reduced, somewhat, to a panting mess; the stretch of his fingers was a lot, all at once, and the insistent pressure on her clit isn't exactly helping-- how is she supposed to stop herself from coming, when she can't even stop herself from leaning into his touch?
[He folds fingers over her nape, and guides her down, to lean her forehead against his collarbone, leaving her no leverage to squirm away from his hand.
This is because the fingers in her cunt curl to press against the walls of it, close to her navel, as his thumb starts to move in quick, maddening circles. He takes one of her ears between his teeth, sharp, dangerous sensation; Dan Feng wants her to beg, wants to see if she would start to cry.]
[ She lets him lead her, too eager by half at the praise, and sort of-- mindlessly mouths at his neck simply because it's there. It doesn't last long, though; she's focused once more on the ache of his fingers pressed deep and tight into it, holding her in place. Her own fingers clench, digging into his arm, her other hand finding purchase in his shoulder in some form of grounding herself because, frankly, the moment he really starts going she almost loses the strength in her legs entirely.
She cries out against his neck, hips jerking into his unrelenting movements in quick, shuddering motions-- and the teeth on her ear don't help, an already sensitive area made moreso by the intensity of the tea's effects driving electric pleasure straight down to her cunt. She clenches tight around him, already obviously close, tail curled and taut and panting sharply against his skin. ]
[Dan Feng murmurs directly in her ear, and unfortunately for her, has stamina in spades. His rhythm is merciless, tail jerking her knee out further, so more of her weight pushes down on his hand. He doesn't bite off the groan at taking more of her warmth, the sensation spiking up his arm.]
[ She trembles-- and it's clear now that she's trying to hold herself back, in some way, breath caught in her throat in her focus and only releasing in hurried, desperate gasps. She can't help the way her voice rises, at his words, shivering in her throat.
There's not much for her, outside of the sensations and his solid mass supporting her-- everything has reduced down to this microcosm of pleasure, hot and sharp and so good it was nearly painful. Don't come, don't come, she distantly remembered that command but it was getting progressively hard to fight it off, her whole body tense and shaking, his hand soaking wet with slick.
He barely gets the word out before she complies, her voice barely more than a whimper. ]
[He draws it out for a long moment - the thought of We'll have to work on your endurance turning into Wait this is going to be a standing engagement turning into Is she going to be mad if I told her I'm going to touch myself to the memory of her begging turning into I want to take her now - before he laves a tongue into the shell of her ear, and murmurs, in the same tone he'd cowed a hall full of alliance-wide politicians:]
Come.
[And he's going to rub her through it, straight into overstimulation, because he's mean and terrible and he really likes her shivering weight against him.]
The words-- another small push-- and she's less pushed over the edge so much as thrown with great prejudice, the relatively cool sensation of his tongue against her entirely lost in the clenching waves of pleasure between her legs. She gives him a long, high noise of desperation because frankly this might be the hardest she's ever come in her life thus far and there's truly not much in her mind but the explosive pleasure pulsing through her nerves.
She's not that much of a stranger to overstimulation-- it was something Sett was surprisingly fond of doing, as well-- but if he'd wanted her to cry he's finally getting that wish granted. As the pleasure slides from "really good" to "raw and painful" she whines against his neck, sweat beading over her skin and her fingernails starting to dig crescents into his arms and shoulder.
And it quickly, quickly forces her to that peak again-- a hitched sob catches in her throat, only slightly muffled as she sinks her teeth into the join of his neck and shoulder and holds on for dear life as she comes a second time in quick succession. ]
[That bite makes him groan deep, and his fingers spasm inside her-- once she comes that second time, though, Dan Feng eases off, drawing his hand out gently. A flick of the wrist and it's with a damp, clean hand that he gathers her against him, bracketed by his legs, one hand scratching at her scalp, the other one wound around her waist.]
Well done. Such a good little whore for me.
[He finds that his arousal isn't as urgent as the urge to hold her close and pet her, against her warmth, crawl into her ribcage and curl up under her beating heart and soak in her bloodstream and he licks at the tears on her face with an expression that says maybe I want to wear your skin just a little bit.]
[ It takes a long, long moment for her to fully come back to earth, letting herself be manipulated against him, her grip slack and barely holding on and clearly grateful for the support of his body. She pants, swallowing hard as she gets her breath back, opening her eyes to look at him, bleary, as he licks her face, and-- ]
You keep calling me horrible names, as if I'll just-- let anyone do this to me! You were doing so well with-- whatever the hell you were saying to me, before, and then!
[ Grabs his shirt, still caught between irritated disbelief and fucked-out exhaustion, and gives him a little shake.
... While she also grinds down against him shuddering as the ridge of his cocks rub up against her oversensitive lips. ]
Of what is acceptable? Did you not just - do you not need more rest? I do not mind, I like you in my arms? [His questions lilt up into whining, and he's practically huffing her scent, and with every cant of her hips he can feel the jolt of arousal like a lightning bolt. The way he's lightheaded with it is not normal--]
Hold still. [Lower cockhead against her cunt.] One of these days you'll take all of me and you'll scream with it.
[ It is weird, that all of her muscles still feel like jelly and her legs are cramping in this kneeled position and. She grimaces a little at his words because, yeah, she probably should rest some more, but the tip of his cock is already sinking into her, soaked with slick and pliant in the wake of All Of That, and still the need to be full of him was ratcheting back up into nearly intolerable levels. Ah, something was wrong with her.
She does not hold still, pressing forward, draping against his front with a languid groan as she presses down against him. He was saying something, wasn't he? She should answer. At length, she manages to rumble out, voice rough and only somewhat nonsensical: ]
It's-- easy. Stop calling me a-- loose woman. Or a prostitute. Or nnnh-- or-- that stuff... please. All of you...
[Hilting into her makes his eyes roll back back into his head, his other cock trapped between them, maddening slick-wet-hot friction. His hips rock once, twice, before he leans forward impatiently, hand cradling the back of her head as he bears her down into the dirt.]
[ Still well into the realm of oversensitivity, the deep press of his length and the shallow movements making his ridges tug at her walls makes her shudder, clenching tight around him. Then she's on her back-- and she sighs with relief, tension oozing out of her even as she lifts her hips up for him, her hand sliding down her stomach to curl over his upper cock and keep it trapped between her palm and crotch.
Her cheeks go redder, somehow, as she watches his eyes when he speaks again. She's frozen for a moment before she turns her head to hide in her own mess of hair, embarrassed, and mumbles back-- ]
[Dan Feng bends down, one elbow next to her head, the other one under her knee. He leans forward, almost like he's going to kiss her - and he dips his head to press their overheated cheeks together, nuzzling against her jaw.]
My dear. [And then he slots their mouths together, growling into her lips as he starts to move, long, powerful strokes, almost pulling out completely before fucking in.]
[ ... Cute... She makes a soft noise, turning her head enough to press affectionately back against him. Her cheeks burn a little hotter, as she lifts her free hand to curl against the back of his neck, in his hair.
And with great timing, too, because once he starts moving she needs the handhold, a high whine leaving her throat when he hilts himself back into her. She parts her lips for him easily, a full-body shiver traveling down her spine with the growl, her ears back and tail curling lightly around one of his thighs. It's the pull of his ridges that really makes this delicious; her body grips him tight with each outward pull, as if desperate to keep him in, little jolts of pleasure that make her whimper into his mouth. ]
[It's not like this is the first time Dan Feng has had her. It's not even the first time Dan Feng has fucked anyone, far from it, but every thrust makes him see stars, almost immediately, on the razor edge of too much too fast. She's much hotter, almost searing, and his pace kicks up into a brutal pounding, the sort that both of them will regret later on.]
Something's - different. [He can't do much else than pant against her cheek. Already he can feel the familiar heat of orgasm coil in his belly.] Feels like I'm in - rut-
[ She has NO idea what that means-- and can only make a distracted, curious noise as he picks up the pace, wincing with every slap of his hips against hers-- but it's good that edge of pain, paired with the quickly-rising warmth between her legs, and she doesn't particularly want him to slow down. Not with his panting breath hot on her cheek, not with the obscene wet sound of flesh meeting in her ears.
Her hand, where it had been acting as a sleeve for his second cock to thrust into, pulls back suddenly to wrap her arm over his back and cling, her fingers digging in near the base of his tail. She ducks her head against him, panting herself with a sharp cry on every exhale, that pleasure coiling tighter and tighter. ]
Mnnn-- p-please-- Like that, like that, keep-- please--
[He slides a forearm under her head, fingers cradling her skull, curving over her and folding her in half as he clutches her closer, like he couldn't bear to have any space between them.]
Take it. You're so good for me, fuck, Valencia -- [His voice goes low, nearly feral with lust, as his pace judders and goes erratic, grinding deep into her. And then he's cumming, taking even him by surprise, judging from the garbled hhnnguh???? into her ear, painting her hot inside and out.
And - it's a lot. His cum is pearlescent and, like the rest of him, smells like the deep sea, but this amount is approaching levels of pornographic.]
[ She makes a soft, whimpering little noise as he bears down against her, her fingers clutching him tight, feeling over his muscles and a sales with restless need and dodging flexing in against his flesh when the tip of his cock nudges into the deepest spots within her. She can feel the rumble of his words through her ear and down her spine, feels the heated weight of his body atop her, the way the full length of him grinds in-- and she comes.
It's with less fanfare than before, certainly, as if most of her energy had been sucked dry for that but it's no less powerful; she gives a warbling little cry against his neck,and take it she does, the clenching waves of orgasm drawing him-- and his load-- firmly in.
Her grip on his only loosens when she seems spent of it, boneless and panting against the dirt, looking a fair mess both from the leaves that've tangled into her hair and the splattered mess all over her bare stomach. ]
[He holds her against him well past both their orgasms, until he can catch his breath, and a little further, luxuriating in their combined scent and her beating heart, warm and fresh blood just under her skin and yeah he's rumbling happily, satiated.
He could lay like this for days, actually, but after pressing a kiss to the crown of her head, stealing a chaste one from her mouth--]
Breathe in for me, my dear. And out. [And he's going to pull out on the exhale, while she's still loose and relaxed. And. He's going to make zero effort to clean either of them up and maybe he'll card fingers through the mess on her belly and maybe start. Rubbing his come into her skin. So she can smell like him all the time. Ah.]
[ she doesn't seem to mind just being held at all, smoothing her hands over his back and shifting her hips just slightly, feeling how he moves within her and squeezing gently around him.
She does as asked, shuddering on the exhale as he pulls out with a sated groan. She watches him make a further mess of her, using her thumb to rub some off of her stomach to look at (it's weirdly pretty??). She's pretty used to having come on her front at this point, so it's only when she feels it seep out of her that she freezes, her eyes wide with sudden realization.
So... interbreeding is impossible, because I don't produce eggs like your kind does?
[ shivers, spreading her legs a little wider for him despite the embarrassed flush on her cheeks; his come oozes sluggishly out, over the fucked-red flesh (not that the surrounding area is looking much better either after his roughness). ]
I can lay the eggs in you, of course, and you can incubate them.
[Come on, did you not take extraterrestrial biology. He pulls her closer to him, then, bending down and hiking her legs up over his shoulders. He nips at the inside of her thigh. Time for a Scientific Lesson while he cleans her up close and personal!]
It is impossible, but not because of that. It's impossible because I am Vidyadhara. [He licks over her, contemplatively.] My species - all of us - are barren.
[ she goes to sit up but is waylaid once more by him pulling her to him-- she makes a petulant little noise as he draws her hips up, but settles, interest sparking in her gaze once more. She shudders as he licks, lifting her hips to his mouth, her ears perked forward. ]
... You could have just led with that, you know. Instead of worrying me. You're positive?
Valencia. [His tone goes dangerously low, and he cants his head against her thigh. The hands wrapped around her legs prick claws gently against her skin as a warning.] No, you cannot bear my child, nor will I ever be able to bear anyone's. I would know, very well, how my people have dwindled, and will go extinct. I am certain, as their patriarch, for millennia.
[ a soft throaty noise, embarrassed even as she squeezes around him. ]
It's-- a big commitment, even ignoring the social aspects? Or anything else? And I can't... I don't know that I'd live long enough, in the first place, to do that. And.
[ trails off a moment, uneasy, looking away. Her tone comes carefully even, now. ]
... I would be a terrible mother. I was raised well, for my purpose, but I would not do the same for any child of mine but I don't think-- I would be able to avoid doing so, and hurt it in the process the same way I've been damaged.
... As well, a nonhuman child would certainly see me excommunicated from my faith, and rejected by my family, and likely most of society. Humans don't tolerate "monsters" well.
Discrimination happens in almost all species, I find. All valid reasons.
[Encouraging pet as he fucks a second finger in, crooking it to get some of the come out... Okay he might be just scissoring it for fun and the look on her face.]
I do not know enough about parenthood to comment about it, since I have never had them, either. But it is commendable of you to know your limits.
[ she's very red, brow furrowed, and glancing back at him even as she jerks away just slightly from the sensation, still sensitive. She doesn't try very hard, though, apparently content to be touched.
Unsettled, slightly, by his calm acceptance of discrimination though. But maybe it's the idea of something close to her experiencing it that rouses her ire, even in the hypothetical. ]
It's... less knowing my limits and more about practicality, I think... I could not be a good parent, but any measure. Even if I wanted it.... It would-- prolong fulfillment of my duty, and then leave behind a motherless child... it's abject cruelty, I think.
[He still has enough social graces to know that this was not a topic that should be broached casually, and while he wants to know more - for better, or for worse - now he just presses a kiss to her stomach, just below her navel.]
Well - now that you know, that there is no chance, with me; there is no place for what-ifs.
[ It isn't that it isn't a relief. Objectively-- and even emotionally-- it's ideal, and broaches no issue with continuing on in this way, especially when there was no question of whether she liked being fucked like this. But the what-ifs have already anchored somewhere in the back of her mind, a little disappointed by the lack of future option whether for her or for him.
... For him, most certainly. Impossibility was far different than shouldn't.
She blushes lightly, at the kiss, and reaches down after a beat to sink her fingers into his hair, affectionate. ]
[What was with this woman and thanking him for everything? Or being so nice, or responsive, or making Dan Feng feel warm not only physically, or making him want her approval, or--
Anyway. Clearly the way to deal with this is to nip at the delicate, thin skin of her pelvis, where the artery was closest, and suck a possessive bruise there. And then he fits his mouth over her cunt, for good measure, so she can stop thinking as he cleans her out.]
Bailu: Death doesn't usually have a cure. Bailu: But in a place like this, where it seems impermanent? Bailu: I don't have a cure, but my recommended treatment after is to surround yourself with loved ones and your favourite foods.
[He does want a kiss but there is a GIANT GODDAMN HAND on his sternum and Dan Feng does not appreciate the way it makes him feel that someone stronger than him is holding him down?? Feels weird? Good weird?]
I do, but. In front. Of? You two are? [His braincells are overheating.]
[ Teasing, but leans down to his hand so he can touch her, warm and a little flushed. She does roll her eyes a bit at his complaining, and immediately goes back on her words to press down and gently kiss him anyway. This is basically being in the middle now, right.
Her hand doesn't pause its motion on Sett's head either, though, gently rubbing the base of his ear. She has two hands for a reason. ]
[Sett just makes a filthy little noise at that attention at the ear that- frankly started all this. There's a moment, as Val is kissing Dan Feng, that the solid pressure of being held down eases.
There's just not much time before Sett himself sinks back down on him, expression blissed out.]
[That comes out more throaty than he'd like, seeing as they're pressed chest to chest and Sett is so warm and Dan Feng is already cool to the touch, being a Vidyadhara. The expression on his face doesn't help. Dan Feng gives Val a despairing look.
So. Logically, the next thing to do here is to slide a hand around Sett's back, down into the divot of his spine, to scritch curiously at the base of his tail.]
[ She huffs a laugh, and pauses on the ear-petting for a moment to turn enough to kiss his head. But mostly so she can scooch herself back into bed properly with them, tucking herself in against Dan Feng's side and under one of Sett's arms. She reaches back up to keep petting him again, head against Danny's shoulder. ]
[Sure they're SAYING things but Sett is absolutely not listening. There's the petting and the kiss and it doesn't matter if it's Dan Feng's or Valencia's fingers drawing those electric little shudders down his spine from his tail-
But it IS Dan Feng that he grinds down against, growling.
And the one he kisses, a little blind and hungry, before he can actually answer Val.]
[Dan Feng makes an indignant sound into Sett's mouth - apparently actions have consequences, who knew - before tilting his head into the kiss, hand sliding upwards to fist in his hair.
Dan Feng kisses him like it's a fight: all teeth and fangs clacking, forked tongue pushing against his - longer than a human's - he might nip a lip, or tongue, and when he breaks for air, he growls.]
I can taste you in his mouth. [He mutters, at Val, sounding like he has no idea what to make of this.]
She watches this happen with her face going bright red, ears perked upright-- and when Dan Feng speaks she goes an entire shade darker, her tail lashing. It wasn't... that odd, and sensation she knew well from sleeping with both Sett and Aphelios, but none of them pointed it out. ]
[Putting a hand on Sett's mouth thanks, as he kind of props himself up and then proceeds to. Uhhh.]
Language! [He says, while switching his gaze between them, like he's contemplating something. Said contemplation results in the faint smell of sea-brine, because, Aeons forbid, that kiss Did Things to him between his legs.]
I like all the ways you taste, Valencia, this is not new information. [Hh-h-hhh-] You aren't very good at that, Sett.
[ ////// OKAY. IS IT NOT NEW INFORMATION BECAUSE SHE LOOKS SURPRISED TO BE LEARNING THIS
she ducks her head, flustered, both because of That and also because the saltwater-scent is very obvious to even her, now. But she just reaches for Sett again, even if he'd settled, to draw him towards her. ]
He's-- great at it with me.
[ maybe he isn't. she doesn't know. she likes it though so thats what matters. ]
[HIS NOSE INFORMS HIM DIFFERENTLY, but if he's gonna be a shit, SO IS SETT.]
Hey, if you don't want any attention-
[Honestly, even without the lil spark of ire causing his tail to lash, he's MORE than happy to push himself up again to lean over and kiss Valencia. It's a little nuzzles against her lips before he kisses her - again - like it has been years between now and then last-
it would be very sweet if not for like, the QUITE DELIBERATE nearly 3 feet of red, fluffy tail thwapping DF in the face.]
[Do you know the thing Dan Feng hates the most? It's being ignored. dog_jealous_of_man_petting_toy_dog.gif
This will result in the following:
Dan Feng shoving blindly at the both of them, Dan Feng making a grab for that tail, and Dan Feng biting at said tail, while trying to wrestle the owner of the tail away from whatever sweet thing is going on (No Longer Allowed) so he can climb on him and slide a knee between his legs.]
[ Well she had gently pulled Sett down to her, pressing into the nuzzle and the kiss with a desperation that she's like just barely managing to keep control over, but--
Then Sett is wrestled away and Dan Feng is doing ???? something???? and she's just left laying there like. What.
[That knee is good but it's BESIDE THE POINT. (and his interest is hard and obvious in that brief grind before Sett grabs him by the shoulders) HE'S GOING TO TRY AND DRIVE DAN FENG BACK INTO THE MATTRESS.]
[His mouth opens again like he's going to say something else, and the he realizes what he just said, and then he flushes a violent shade of red, and then he proceeds to -
Put a hand on Val's chest. Strategically.]
You can't have premarital relations in my bed without me! That is rude and indecent!
[ So. funny thing about that. He goes to reach for val, somewhere beyond Sett's bulk, and he's sure to meet the tits he's seeking.
Except he gropes at empty air, because sometime between Sett yowling and their wrestling continuing, she's apparently left the bed. and the room entirely. ]
[To be clear, it's totally Sett's fault, and Dan Feng is completely blameless, thank you very much. He climbs over Sett on purpose - whapping him in the face with his tail - and off the bed, going off in barefoot search of his sentient space heater.]
[ If him being absolutely at fault for their abandonment wasn't CRIMES AGAINST NATURE ENOUGH, it's just as Dan Feng is padding towards the door, the very tuft end of his tail is GRABBED AND HE IS HAULED BACK MID STEP. ]
I did not! [He picks up pillows and starts throwing then blindly in Sett's direction.] Your cat is mangy and needs enrichment and he smells [Really good but you can't get that out of Dan Feng even if you withheld heater time from him.] -- !
[Oh. OH! He's happy to meet that, mouth opening and that rough tongue greeting hers. It's not enough, it hasn't been enough.
There's a little sound from him, and it's all the warning she gets before he picks her up- And it's likely entirely novel, being able to not only kiss him without the neck strain, but from above.
It's only after he's had a few sweet moments of this that he breaks it with a grin, and starts walking both of them back to Dan Feng.]
[Intellectually Dan Feng understands that he's supposed to be jealous - Jing Yuan as his point of comparison, who he is capable of getting jealous over with literally anything (Dan Heng included) - but just seeing them being affectionate like that makes him feel oddly warm. He doesn't mind watching. Maybe he likes to watch. This is all very confusing.
He waits for them to come back with a vaguely appreciative look on his face that he will deny he has on.]
I did want to ask how you two- [Pause. Opens mouth. Malfunctions. Turns red.] - Ah. Spend time together, given your difference in stature.
[ it IS novel and it's really nice, actually. So she does take advantage of that while she can, her cheeks red when they part and burying her face in his neck to hide a little as Sett brings her back to bed.
She looks up when Dan Feng speaks, ears perked, but her blush no less intense. ]
She's. [Pause... looks away... the tip of his tail excitedly whaps a throw pillow clear across the room. He ignores this. Please also ignore it. He is dying inside.] She's not bad.
[He sits up and crawls around to drape over both their legs.] Is gentle all you are capable of, Sett?
[ her ears pin. She pouts a little, tugging on his ear, even as she settles in to smooth a hand up under Sett's shirt and along his back, just feeling him. ]
You called me incredible the other day. You called me a minx. And I like gentle. He's so big it's-- just as intense, anyway.
[Why do you look so excited about this, Sett? Hello?]
I am never calling you a minx again, Valencia.
[Spoilers: he will do it again and with great enthusiasm. He sits back up, though, his pupils dilating into hungry, golden pools as he settles at their feet.]
[ gives him a doubtful look. But doesn't respond to that, because the look in his eyes and Sett's clear excitement are making her blush, called on her bluff.
She hesitates a long moment, curled in against Sett's side. ... it'll just be like with Phel, won't it? Even if Dan Feng's stare is marginally more unsettling and attentive, and she offered it to begin with.
But she's also not going to let Danny win here-- or pass up a chance to have the man she missed so much again-- so once Dan Feng moves off of their laps she gets up. Just on her knees, enough to slide her leg over Sett's and straddle his waist, meaningfully rocking down against him (and also hiding her face in his tits, intensely embarrassed and red but very much wanting to squish them). ]
[If he has a room with a window, someone has left a gift on the windowsill (if not, it's at gluttony's door and whoever finds it is whoever finds it!). What better way to make up for using someone as a little life juice box than to give them some tea to help them stay awake? Nothing but the highest-quality tea available! It has one of her flowers secured by tucking the stem under the box.]
My apologies for all the trouble. I will not contact you again. If you have need of me or my abilities, please contact Kafka and she will pass your message on to me.
[This hurt because he'd really thought they were- friends? He sought her out specifically to find joy in her company, and to see her smile, not to hurt or to see her miserable or...
She was probably terrified of him and he blinded himself to it.]
You no longer have to placate me. You are free. Take care, Megumi, and good hunting.
[He doesn't answer her, and he's not at Gluttony, either, but the scent of the deep ocean is extremely strong, all the way to the lake, where he's looking out over the waters, unseeing. He's wearing those incredibly ornate robes again, with his hair loose. Dan Feng won't notice her approach either.]
[ Since she is determined, she's going to chase his scent— and she'll look like she's been running a while. She's in her blue halter with her cloak today, and glaring at his back before she gets ready to tackle him.
[Dan Feng goes down like a sack of popoto, and reacts just like one too: he doesn't. He sort of focuses on Megumi for a moment, before his eyes slide to the side, taking whatever she's going to give him.]
[ Getting him on his back and pinning her hands down on his shoulders. ]
What in the hells are you on?! Did you knock your head against the wall more than once?! Why're you acting like some sorry character in a Yanxian Tragedy Drama all of a sudden?!
[It's like propping up and cleaning off a six-foot ball jointed doll thrown into the recycling heap.]
He said- [He seems to have trouble focusing on her face, so he just looks down at her knees.] Why would anyone-- I'm sorry. I can tell now. Only the strangling was real.
[ How her heart races in that moment, her ears lowering... she's not sure what to focus on, except for the echo of what he's saying, embracing her own emotions that she's been pushing aside for days.
( I dreamt that I loved you )
Focus. She has to focus. ]
But.. But you are betrothed! He's been so happy! So has Dan Heng!! They're delighted at the thought of being with you! Surely...
[ The words spill out, shaky, as she looks at him. ]
How can it be a dream? I'm right here. Dan Feng... Why would I be here if I didn't love you, too?
[Now he comes alive, of a sort - his hands come up to push at her shoulders, to bear her down into the dirt, covering her with his bulk. His tail winds up high behind him, lashing at nothing.]
What sweet words you say, that will turn to poison on a whim. Such are the natures of my delusions.
[ Damn it... she only struggles a little, mostly to get herself in a position she needs to escape from and she moves her hands up to his chest ]
Of course I'm here! There's no swiving delusion in this! Jing Yuan loves you, Dan Heng loves you— They were willing to find a way to be with you somewhere that wasn't where you began!!
How dare you doubt them?? How dare you doubt my feelings after all I've allowed?! Do you think I'd let just anyone treat me this way?!
[ She clutches the front of his clothing. ]
What made you think like this? Tell me! Did— did someone say something to hurt you?
Kaine just said the truth. [He braces a hand over her breastbone, eyes unfocusing, focusing again - he's struggling. His pupils are so dilated his eyes are nearly fully golden.] I'd been dreaming all along. There is nobody in their right mind who should give me the time of day. Why should they? I am a murderer.
[ Kaine... she pales when she hears his name, her heart hammering in her chest. Why would Kaine...
No, she knows why. She knows exactly why. And that's what makes this more difficult because she understands that Kaine's correlation of Dan Feng to his father made him more than likely to lash out at him... ]
Dan Feng. Kaine... doesn't know. All this time I've been sneaking you in- to see me, to see Jing Yuan and Dan Heng. Just so he won't be upset. He has his reasons. I won't say he's wrong for it.
[ She moves her hands to his wrists, clutching them but not tightly— just enough to remind him of when she held him down. ]
But we wouldn't take that chance if we didn't want to be with you. We wouldn't even let you in if we thought you were anything worse.
And we don't. Except when you are.
[ She'll draw his hands off and to the sides of her neck, covering them with hers. ]
I told you I'd kill you myself if you tried to hurt me in a way I don't want. So I know you won't risk my anger- or Jing Yuan's and Dan Heng's. You know how upset we'd all be.
You'd hurt if I truly died too. You know I'm here. You can feel mine breaths. You know I'm here.
[The repetition is important, because it's the only way to make sure it gets to Dan Feng, who no longer had the capability to think far enough into the future beyond the immediate consequences of his actions. There was no point, for someone who had an endless, cruel eternity before him.]
I like seeing you upset. [He whispers, his thumbs pressing unerringly into the arteries of her neck. Enough to be a warning. His fingers tremble violently against her skin.] I like seeing you angry. I like seeing you smile, I like seeing you laugh, I like seeing you breathe, I like seeing you under me, over me, with me, I like - [Dan Feng rattles a wheeze.] You promised you'd bring me back. Kill me or I will kill you.
[ This is such a risk. If he snaps and kills her, there's a chance she won't return. There's a chance she'll be held here and not see her children again...
There's a chance she'll never see any of Sloth or any of the people she's found herself loving here, as friends and more... but her fingers subtly move over his wrists, ready to move under his hands so even if he applies pressure, he's unlikely to damage her windpipe. However...
She just watches him quietly. ]
If you kill me, I may disappear for good. Then you'll never see any of it again. Be upset... be angry. Smile and laugh. Breathe. [ Each word is spoken pointedly. ] Under... over... with. And I won't get to see you do any of that either. Most importantly... I won't get to tell you I love you again.
[ Her tail wraps around his waist as she lifts one hand to his cheek. ]
So... if you take my breaths, I expect you to give me yours. If it makes you happy to have mine, you owe me yours too. If I have to bring you back, then so do you. Dan Feng.
Can you do that? Or will you lose me forever?
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[There is a long, fraught moment- Dan Feng's panting starts to be edged with hysteria as his grip tightens- before he lets go, to clutch at his head as he twists to slump beside her, heels scrabbling into the dirt.]
I don't- [He reaches for her skirts, fists a hand in the fabric.] I can't lose anyone else. You can't go. Don't leave me. [He grabs for her, desperate, her hand, her arm, shoulder, anything, eyes fracturing with tears.] Megumi. Please don't leave me.
[ She exhales softly, getting up as he moves off and letting him grab at her. Somehow it's easier to be calm like this, and she reaches for his hands to keep them still, but then-
She moves her face close to push their foreheads together and purr. ]
Idiot... then keep me with you. As long as we're here in this cursed place, or otherwise.
[ She doesn't expect to see Jing Yuan and Dan Heng and him once they leave for the world they've chosen, should that happen. ]
If you ever want a home on Hydaelyn... Etheirys... you'll find me there, too. So come back to me here, too. And don't doubt that I'll love you just as much wherever you'll be.
[There's the sliver of his old petulance there, as he leans into her, foreheads pressed together. His hands curl cold into hers, between them.]
Even if you are just the waxing of the moon, I will rise with the tide to meet you. [How blessed he is, to have recovered enough of a heart to share beyond his obsessions. He tilts his head, and closes the distance between them with a kiss, warm and a little wet with tears.]
[ That warms her- the part of her that puts her faith in Menphina cherishing his words, and she squeezes his hands before he moves to kiss her— and she returns it fully, tasting the tears on his mouth and savoring it all.
She doesn't withhold her own emotions there, kissing him until he's breathless, and when he finally does focus, she wiggles her ears at him. ]
[He pulls back just enough so he can look at her face without going cross-eyed, and she can watch in real time as he starts to flush a violent shade of red, realizing what he'd just confessed.]
[ Ah, there he is. She pulls back just enough to watch the change in his expression, and her sweet smile turns devilish— followed by a flick of her ears.
And she dramatically raises a hand to her cheek- ]
Goodness, we did. And here you insisted 'twouldn't happen... my, my. I'm all a-flutter, Dan Feng.
[ Acting like a shite should help bring him back to normal... she also wipes his cheek with her free hand. Don't cry, big old man grandpa baby who she loves... ]
[Like any self-respecting, emotionally repressed immortal, he shies away from her touch, at first- before pushing into it, needy.]
It is because I. [He opens his arms, making grabby hands at her, a gesture incongruent with how formal and intimidating his robes are.] I do want all of I have said. I meant them. But before this place, I did not understand what it was like to love someone without hating them.
[ She gives his cheek a squeeze with her palm and moves in to press her cheek against his chest, and draws her arms around his waist instead. What do you have this beautiful waist for, Dan Feng, to grab? Slut. ]
What changed? I know you've others here besides Jing Yuan and Dan Heng, but... what changed with us?
[Dan Feng, thankfully, has not checked his team's group chat yet; he's blissfully unaware of any deaths not by his hand, so he is just ????? at his phone. Huh?]
[ You know somethings wrong when Sett doesn't even roll with an opening like that to be a dumbass. The voice on the line is definitely Sett's, but its distorted by fangs and fangs and fangs ]
... Hey. I need you to go to the graveyard. Val's... [ He trails off. ]
I don't see why you murdering her precludes you being there when she wakes? My cute little Jing Yuan has done the same many times. It is very romantic. [Pause.] Unless you are injured? Are you injured?
[What do you mean this is a great bonding experience!!!!
Dan Feng's lounging on one of the graves like it's the finest daybed, but there's an air of faint anxiety around him, the way his tail is switching back and forth giving him away.]
[ He could have hung up? But he didn't. Because what if Val came back and everything was fine and she DIDN'T want to see him til he was more himself. That would make sense. Save some steps!!
But no, eventually, a hulking figure slouches out of the cover of the trees and steps into the graveyard, already tasting the air for her.
He looks... not at all like himself. More beast than anything, more canine than the cat he usually clocks as, muzzle and teeth and bare bone in spots slowly healing. Part of his hand is missing and still dripping blood, the other burned. He isn't paying attention to either.
Just watching Danny's reaction with yellow, slitted eyes.]
[His tail stills, though, as Dan Feng tenses abruptly, the predatory instinct in him rankling at the arrival of another one, beastly like this. It takes a lot for him to keep lounging, turning his head just enough to look at Sett.]
[ Actually he feels GREAT. But THAT makes him feel worse. He takes a few more steps into the graveyard and- ah. Dan Feng's instinct was right at least. Sett's ears pin back and he shakes his head, and sinks down onto his haunches some careful distance away from him.
[He inhales deeply, which is a mistake, because even this far, Sett smells like blood and flesh and danger and Dan Feng's pupils slit so thin they're nearly nonexistent.]
Don't come any closer or I will maul you and she'll be mad at both of us. [He sits up.] Just give me a moment. Is this a form of yours?
[Dan Feng closes his eyes and prays for patience.]
No growling. [He says, while growling a low, animal sound under his diaphragm.] I really want to tear your throat out and I cannot heal that fast enough to keep you from dying.
[This feels good. He can see how tightly Sett is holding himself, how much he's straining to hold himself back, out of what? Politeness? Loyalty to Valencia? Loyalty to the human part of him?
He stops, crouching in front of Sett. Less than a thought and there's two tails winding behind him, woven into existence with Gluttony's magic. Dan Feng smiles like a knife.]
It's the slither of a new tail that snaps that fine control out of him. That's HIS he knows it's his. His prey says something but he doesn't care.
Sett's fast like this. Faster than when they'd fought, and somehow stronger. Maybe it's the transformation and maybe it's just the desperation. That maw opens wide, flecks of foam collected on the gums, and he's going to try and pounce Danny, snapping for that new appendage. ]
[They end up rolling in the dirt some, and Dan Feng will have at least gotten in a good swipe - but he ends up scratched bloody, too, a single, truly massive hand spanning the breadth of his waist holding him, face-first, against a slab of granite.
There is literally zero give, considering the difference in their sizes, and his feet scrabble against the scant grass here. He could call his hydromancy forward, or spit acid, or frankly a dozen other things, but he did promise Sett his help, and he liked him enough to follow through with it.]
[ There's a little squeeze around DF's ribs at the struggling, but it's more like a cat patting something they've already caught.
Then something furry brushes along his tail, even as his other hand wraps around the tip of the tail to hold it steady. It's an appreciative nuzzle, cheek pressing past, perhaps a thanks, maybe just savoring.
[It's not the first time someone's done this to him, even beyond this place. He's a literal, physical extension of his Aeon's grace, and his flesh held the same unnatural healing powers, albeit tinged with the poison granted with it.
But it hasn't happened enough for him to get used to it. And there's nobody else here to see, so the whimper comes out full-throated, and perhaps when Sett comes back enough to his senses, he'll come to the questionable realization that Dan Feng makes the exact same sounds when he's in great pain and when he's in bed.
There's a lot of meat there, at least; three, nearly four feet of pure muscle, cradled by vertebrae.]
[ It's the best. It's the BEST. The TEXTURE of the resistance and give, the scrape of muscle on his teeth, the sounds in his ears. There's a fondness that colors it, that tongue occasionally lapping between bites... the hand that rubs along Dan Feng's flank, as if trying to soothe or gentle him through the sharp lances of pain and dull relief. ]
[There's a moment of ragged breathing at that hand, and then a last fond lick with that sandpaper tongue.]
I.. [What IS he going to say? He doesn't know. He feels a bit drunk. Content and SATED. Then the massive hand removes itself from that impossible pin- only to replace by the warm weight of Sett settling over him.]
Full. [ He says it on an exhale, like it was something that felt impossible or maybe just indecent. ] I feel full...
[ The brain cells haven't quite finished starting up, because when he shifts back off of Dan Feng, it's just to gather him up to hold, like he does a lover. ]
[Dan Feng goes easy into Sett's bulk, burying his face into the fur at his collarbone. He can't actually tell which way is up, with how lightheaded he is, and his head lolls back as he lifts a hand to try and clumsily pet at Sett's muzzle.]
's she back yet? [The smell of blood is thick in the air, underscored by the sweet, overripe scent of Dan Feng's healing magic, trying and failing to close over whatever Sett has left of his tail, on account of, you know, going into shock.] Go look.
[ That jolts him out of that odd little euphoric mood that comes when a suffering ceases.VAL. It shocks through him, heart racing, clutching Dan Feng a little closer-
And then realizing the weak loll of the man's head-
He's been in enough fights to know what shock looks like. ]
SHIT. No, hang on.
[His hands are too sharp and too clumsy to stop the bleeding, but after a fumbling attempt, there's shadow slithering up around it and constricting.]
[ their side heads have their mouths closed and their eyes have grown dim. their center head has its mouth closed and yet it still talks, gold smoke expelled from its 'nostrils'. ] What's going on here? What have you two been doing?
[ their side heads speak in unison, ] D̵o̶ ̸n̵o̴t̸ ̷l̵i̴e̶ ̸t̷o̶ ̸u̶s̴.̸ [ said to dan feng specifically. ]
[ vastella looks sett over to, but he asked about dan feng first so that takes priority. ] Let me have a look at him and then we will talk more about this deer lady and your own injuries. [ she scruffs dan feng and lifts him up and away from sett. ] Tell me of your ailments. [ but she's looking at his tail. does it look eaten? is it mangled?? ] What did he do to you? And I want the truth.
[YOU CAN'T SCRUFF MIETTE LIKE THIS. THIS IS SO UNDIGNIFIED
Dan Feng's face twists ugly with annoyance for a moment, baring his fangs, and he visibly struggles to contain himself - but this is kind of hard when you've lost as much blood as he has. He'd conjured a second tail with his Gluttony abilities, but that tail is little more than a foot-long affair of mangled muscle and scale and bone, compared the his original one, which is a little less than four feet.
It's not a neat injury. It's visceral gore and sinew and weakly pumping arterial blood. The ragged edges of it are dripping with a sickly-sweet magic, of Dan Feng trying to regenerate it, but he's just succeeding with draining himself further.]
[ HE WAS NOT EXPECTING THE 'NOT HIS FAULT.' He REALLY wants to argue that but he takes one look at their skulls and just continues sitting where he is. ]
[ for this... vastella has to channel a lot of their healing capability. sett has seen it before - a halo and a golden glow - but this time a faint visual of their own moth wings appear and the halo is much larger and more intricate. even the glow is much brighter, almost blinding. dan feng will find his tail slowly but surely regenerating... he'll feel a pleasant warmth spread throughout the appendage as it forms, but the shock comes all at once, like a swift kick in the ass, and then all three heads are glaring at him. ]
[ and then they turn to sett. ] Why did you need to feed on him? You mentioned a deer woman. Explain.
[There's a visceral relief at watching Danny get pulled back from, probably quite literally, the brink of death.
Setts ears pin down further. Somehow.]
I ran across her when I was... [The fur over Sett's brow furrows as he realizes he doesn't KNOW. He rubs at his muzzle and then shakes the thought out. Not important.] All I remember is her eyes. They were glowin' and then I think I saw her memories?
She an' her bro drown, and she woke up somewhere like some fucked up research place or lab. Dunno, there was a lot of blood. But she came out wrong. And hungry.
And then... then I was too. At first it was so bad I couldn't think. I didn't even know my own name, man.
... [ for a moment vastella looks thoughtful. research lab. ] If the deer woman that you encountered is the same deer woman I encountered in the strange place I took a group of Acedia from, then she is incredibly powerful. I had my little moths leave, so I could try to keep her at bay. Even without her powers she is strong. You wouldn't think so with her decrepit physique.
[ but it's interesting that he managed to see into her mind... her memories... ]
It sounds like she possessed you to an extent. [ but why. she's capable of hunting. ] Who did you kill, how many, ...and did your hunger not recede after the murders? Or was Dan Feng just eager to be mutilated? [ FUCKEN EYES HIM. ]
[ dan feng should be fine riding that warm high for a moment, because vastella is approaching sett. ] Who else then? [ all three heads speak in unison. ] Ẁ̵̫̪̈̊̾̐̿̏͗͂̌͂̉ẖ̸̛͉̭͚̳̎̈́́̌͗̐̅̐̔͘̚͘͜͝͝ờ̶̭̬̻͇̯̈́̑̀͑͑͐͋̔̉̉̉̆̎͑͋ ̶̢̰̝̲̜̮̰͍̻̘̝̆̓͂͛̉́̏̈́̽̉̉͘͠͝ͅé̸̘͕̙̬̘͙͍̖̤͍͈̳̖̍̊͌̀̈͒̆͛̋͘̕͠ͅḽ̸̢̨̞̜̝̺̿͑͊͆̕͜͝s̶̢̼̩̮̳͍̩̰̹̣̟͛̅̀̀͗́̋͌̅͊̐̅̌̊ȩ̸̬̟̼̠̖̬͍͉̻͊̈́̈́͊̂͛̌͘͝ ̷̢̽̎̉̃t̶͓̱̤̤͎͚̮͌̒̃͗̋͌͋̔̐̾̓͂͝͝͝͝h̴̡̛̬͖́̆̀̄̈́͂̊̇̑̏͛̉̃́͝͝ḛ̴̛̛̗̭͈͚̼̹̗̙͕̟̜́̿͊̅͗̾̒͒̈́͆̈́̎͛̿͘͜ṋ̷̛͍̘̰̳̠̣͔̹̌̈́̀̿͊̕̚͜͝?̸̲̀̅͐͋͗̀͊͂̕͘͠
[He flinches back for a moment, the pressure of that intimidation strong even for him. He rallies but only because of a lifetime of experience that weakness will only make it last longer.]
Sloth got hurt! If you-
I'll do whatever y'need. You can take it out on me if you want.
Have you no restraint? [ vastella walks him back into the nearest tree and then slams onto of her paws against its trunk above his head... except that her paw just goes through it and the tree snaps, tumbling backwards. tiiiiiimber. ] I need you to exercise restraint. You were no longer under her spell and though your hunger still persisted you [ shoves their snouts into his face and huffs gold breath ( which is eerily cold ) at him. ] f̴e̴a̶s̶t̶e̶d̵ ̴o̴n̸ ̴y̸o̴u̴r̶ ̷f̵r̴i̵e̴n̸d̸s̶
[There's no where backwards to go. His twisted paw braces himself on the shattered stump left by Vastella's temper, and his muzzle his forced into his ruff.
Every word hits like a club. It's not like they aren't ones that had been swishing around in the back of his mind since. But out loud they're more visceral. More real. ]
i did. [It doesn't matter what the explanation was. That's the truth of it.]
[ vastella takes a step back. ] I am disappointed in you and Sloth... but I am glad that nobody died, and that you are feeling more like yourself. [ they take another deep breath. ] Please tell me where your are hurt.
Save it for them. If it gets worse again, I'd rather be easier to take down.
[Though the bite on the hand is obvious. He's missing a part of it, though the bleeding has stopped. The burns are cooled and skin closed. He's guarding his ribs and several new lacerations and bites look. Dan Feng like.]
Hands burned and the other's half bit out, ribs are broke but I healed em myself enough t'move around and breathe easy. I got plenty of bites, bruises and slashes because wrestling with Dan Feng's like snuggling a blender.
[ their hands start glowing again as they set them on his shoulders. he'll feel a warmth spread throughout him as his chest burns just a little. it doesn't hurt, but he'll feel any pain in his chest start to fade as his bones are healed. the warmth spreads to his chest as the healing takes care of his burns. they don't really focus on any minor cuts, bites, and bruises, but if they're in the way... then they'll be taken care of. ] Let him wrestle with a pillow.
[Dan Feng, being Dan Feng, sways into their personal space, and buries his face in their side. His voice is a combination of pathetic and petulant, like a toddler at the start of a tantrum.]
[ d- dan feng??? vastella does keep petting them... and if he leans into their touch, then he will get stroked more vehemently. ] I don't know. Is it? I'm not well versed in that sort of thing... so you'll have to explain.
[Sett can watch this interaction all he likes because Dan Feng is going to be unavoidably Dan Feng at the both of them now and in the future.]
It is! [please vastella do not take etiquette lessons from dan feng.] Think about it. You have rows upon rows upon rows of jaws and teeth and if you bury them in a soft thing and swallow pieces of it does it not mean you like it.
[ vastella also has much fluff, so if dan feng is still cold he can press up against their side as he receives his pets for some extra warmth. ] But there is a difference between a ' love bite ' and... eating someone. Swallowing is... taking things too far. A nibble I suppose is... alright. Marking something or someone you love as a means of... showing them off, hm, I can see the appeal, I guess. It's like giving them a gift. But ripping a chunk out of them. I still think that is not right. Do you want to be eaten, Dan Feng? Wouldn't you rather wear a mark given to you by your beloved as a badge of honor and pride? instead of lining their belly and ending up literal [ hesitates and then whispers, ] shit.
[Okay, the idea of having half eaten Danny as putting a claim on him is an IDEA and he's got some WILDLY CONFLICTING EMOTIONS TO DEAL WITH. Thank goodness the fur hides the blush.]
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[Dan Feng draws himself up, chin tilted in defiance - or at least tries to, because it's pretty hard to look intimidating when not more than ten minutes ago he'd been curled up like an anemic shrimp.]
I dare. [ vastella is taller and bulkier, so dan feng ( healed though he is ) still looks like a little shrimp baby. ] You can do nothing to intimidate me, Dan Feng. And if you don't change your tune then I won't warm you.
megumi: my medicine box is in your room bring it over please megumi: window is open
[ she does not want him coming in through the door and alerting anyone else also the medicine box is the one she keeps in her bag for emergencies with the painkilling powders and dressings and such. ]
[ What he might initially see is just her holding her arm (which is bandaged all the way to her shoulder) and her in her miqo'te separates outfit, which is the easiest outfit to bandage herself in. And wearing a cloak over herself.
She does seem flushed, though, and when she spots him, she moves over to the window, trying to play it off though her eyes do adjust to the darkness to look over him. ]
[Surely parroting it back at her will distract her yes? He climbs up, over, into the room, in careful, measured, movements. Sets the medicine box and thermos down to gently close the window..............
[ It's a relief to have his cold, but even she can tell this is more than usual. ]
I did. See him, that is. Seems like you did, too...
[ She grimaces a bit, pulling back a moment to look at him and scanning his body, then she sighs and draws back her cloak to reveal her bandaged arm and shoulder. ]
[He doesn't let her see his injured tail, but the blanket is already draped oddly around the both of them, and he's pretty sure she's going to be able to tell immediately what he'd done once she notices, but the virtue of her patching him up several weeks ago.]
I do have some of it. But it's - like I said, a while back. Tempered. I can heal you completely, but there you will acquire some lesser injury.
[Starting to bully her back towards her bed, to sit her down.]
[ She lets him move her back to the bed, but once she is there, she'll move to tug his blanket to take a look at his back and tail because that was the only part she couldn't see- ]
[His face is doing that weird thing where he's trying not to pout but his self-control is Absolutely Gutted so he wants to pout but he needs to somehow come out on top of the incoming argument so he just ends up grimacing.
[ It's instinctive- the way her free hand rises and - she instantly casts a cure with her regen on him. At least to start easing his pain to begin with, before frowning and-
She nods. ]
I probably wasn't the only one, if he got you too. You let him, then?
[ Pointed look. You know, just in case she can get one up over him to scold him... which she can't because she, in fact, allowed Sett to eat her. ]
Jing Yuan and Dan Heng were also... introduced to his hospitality.
[He goes to sit down next to her, then, their knees touching each other as he reaches out to draw her hair over her uninjured shoulder. The spell she'd cast lifts some of his pallor, gradually, and he cants his head to the side.]
You already know the answer to that. Better me than someone else at the time. I don't mind.
[ She watches him sit, the numbing powder having been doing some amount of work through the day to ease her and leaning into his touches without hesitating or even leaning away. ]
But the thought of Jing Yuan and Dan Heng in pain isn't one I like, either... Jing Yuan had been eaten through, too. And you... I couldn't help anyone at all in this state.
I'm the best healer here, even without all mine magic at hand. Get it right, arse.
[ There's a smirk- though what he'll reveal (despite it being very well dressed for the kind of wound it is) is most of her left arm devoured enough to reach bone but just stopping short of cracking it- enough that she still has some use and motion in it though she hasn't been using it. And so she's covered it, all the way to her shoulder, which is also suffering the same fate.
Once revealed, it's a rather painful sight; she sighs. ]
Do what you can... Vastella will have to do the rest, but I don't want them to have to drain themselves more than necessary if we can do it halfway through.
[Dan Feng's face twists into - something. Inhuman, and violently unsettling, eyes focused on the scraps of flesh and sinew and pink bone.
His mouth opens quiet, fangs with threads of saliva. His hands curl into claws. He wants to see more, he wants to see her marrow, he wants to strip the muscle and fat and hear her scream and cry under the same pain he had to endure all of those centuries and
He looks up at her face. Looks back down, and visibly struggles with himself, hands trembling.]
[There's the sweet, overripe smell of his magic, a brief feeling of euphoria, and the flesh on her arm regenerates. There's still swathes of raw skin, but now it's more surface-level injury, like a bad abrasion, or burns.
She'll feel it immediately: her warm-bloodedness seems to evaporate, and she'll plummet into chills instantly.]
[ Though there isn't any change to her body language, or resistance, she is vigilant, ears lowered to the sides of her head as she watches the reaction on him.
And then the chills begin, making her sit up in alarm, feeling like ice has run right through her and she closed her eyes, feeling like any tears she might shed will end up frozen with how sharp that chill is. It happens so suddenly, but almost immediately, she clutches his arm with her hand, feeling desperate for contact, any kind... ]
... cold. Don't go...
[ He's not going anywhere, what's wrong with her... ]
That is the consequence of my magic. [He curls his hands under her thighs, and tugs her close, trying to get her to sit on his lap.] How cold? [Dan Feng chalks up the don't go to her just being her normal self.]
[ She's shaking like a leaf, though flushed for some reason?? Everything feels wrong, and when she's pulled onto his lap, she quickly pushes herself against him. ]
'tis better... like this. I feel like I can't be away from you. 'tis painful.
[????? is this some weird short lifer romance thing? Dan Feng presses the back of a hand up under her bangs - she's cold to the touch - and then changes his mind to try and nudge her off, going to stand to get fresh bandages.]
[ SHE'S NOT THIS NEEDY FOR COMFORT. But when he starts to pull away she almost instinctively reaches out to grab him back but it's the raw soreness in her arm that stops her. ]
[Dan Feng, who is used to patients doing odd things, breaks their contact completely to crouch at her medicine box. It's true that even he doesn't know what side effects his healing has, but he has a rough idea of the threshhold of seriousness.]
[He stills, then, and then immediately stands back up, medicine kit in hand, to go back to her; he sits back down and reaches out to take her hand, and continues to dig for bandages with the other.]
It may take a day to resolve. Or- longer. [Dan Feng murmurs, quiet, but not out of guilt.]
[He's long given up on understanding the Abundance. For now, he looks down at their joined hands, bemused.]
I cannot know what the effects are beforehand, but the healing is potent enough to justify it for some. [A pause.] We need to clean your wounds off before bandaging them again. Or perhaps your healing will be able to take care of the rest?
[ It mostly just has medical dressings and fabrics turned into such, but it also has some little hand sewn finger-sized plushies that haven't been completed in a pouch. ]
How would my healing undo it... 'twould only help you and doesn't injure me.
[ Frowning. ]
How would you feel if I said I'll let myself hurt when I could be healed, just because I'm used to it? Hurt that someone else caused and needed healing, no less? Just because you're used to it, doesn't mean you ought to be in pain. 'tis not like a lover's mark that you can wear and enjoy the ache of.
[ ... pause. ]
And if that's how you're seeing this, then tell Sett to give you one that doesn't cause you damage. Your body isn't yours alone to hurt anymore.
[He turns back to her, supplies in hand, and spreads the items between them as he holds out a hand for hers.]
It is different. I am immortal and ever-rejuvenating. A stagnant pond. It makes no difference if I hurt today or the next; it is all the same.
[His good tail curls across the bedspread, to slink into her lap.]
Yuan'er, he- my Yuan'er, used to run me through like a lover. I can't tell the difference. If you decided to hurt me now I would not love you any less.
[ Did he run him through like a lover or because he was trying to fight him off??? U immortals are kinda weird about this.
She sighs and moves her hand into his, her own coming to settle atop his as he works. ]
I'm not, though. Ever-rejuvenating. What may be fine for you in the long run, is something I see in mine limited days with you, a pain you have while in mine company. I don't like seeing you bear with something I can't help you with at that time. Feels like I'm being imposed on and denied caring for someone I love.
[ Basically: My time with you should be my time with you. Even in pain.
She also has no idea what the dragon's blood in her veins has done to her lifespan but shh. ]
... Dan Feng? If I ask you something about your feelings, will you answer me honestly? No lies, no excuses?
[That makes him pause; he'd never quite thought of it that way, that it was a form of hurting other people, too, the way he would not allow them to care for him.
She doesn't need much bandaging, but he works fast and efficient all the same, and if he sits closer than needed, well, she already knows how touch-starved he's been.]
It would be a disservice to the both of us if I said yes. [He looks up, though, tilting his head to the side like a puppy hearing a sound.] But I will try. What is it?
She thanks him, slowly moving her arm- it does feel better even if it's raw and sore, before shifting so he can come in closer and squeezes his hand.
She follows his movements tilting her own head, but fixes her blue gaze on his. ]
I don't think we'll be trapped here forever... so if there's a way for us to enter each other's worlds... and if I asked you to come and stay with me in Etheirys... even for a little while... how would you feel?
[There's a long moment, where he just looks at her like he doesn't comprehend the question. The hand in hers spasms tight, painfully so for a moment, before he inhales, and looks away.]
You have to understand, half of my waking moments for centuries had been for Jing Yuan. And now that I have him, and Dan Heng...
[He trails off. Looks down at their joined hands, and he ducks his head further, unable to hide how pleased he is. What a novelty, to be sought out for one's company...]
We are reading the same book, Megumi, only that you are several chapters ahead. [His tailtip swishes in her lap.] Ask me again, later on, when I have worked on myself enough to be worthy of your offer.
[ The reaction is cute, even if part of her only asks with the expectation that he'll *refuse* (because why would anyone want to stay with her for any longer than necessary?) — and yet, if she can ask, why shouldn't she?
(Even if she's asking someone so, so dangerous for her, and not in the way he is... but she will never forgive Marcellus in this lifetime, no matter what she feels for him.)
Her gaze softens, and she finally lowers her head with a chuckle. ]
... then, how would you feel knowing I feel something for Jing Yuan and Dan Heng now, too? 'Tis not the same as what I feel for you... doubt anything could come close. And they obviously do not see me in the same light they do you.
[ At most, she's their playmate, even if her own feelings have grown noticeably, but curbed. ]
I'm used to being the one left behind and not being taken seriously, because I love so easily. Surely, I'll find someone else to fill mine time, aye? As long as I'm "sweet and beautiful".
[ Things said to her. She stresses on them, mockingly. ]
But I'm selfish and demanding. I can be warped and ugly when I want someone to be mine. You...
[ She touches his face with her free hand. ]
I want you to be as happy as you can be. Whatever happens. You've longed for this for so long. So I'm not sure how much I'm permitted to want where it comes to you... to everyone I care for here. I'll never ask you for anything you can't give, so...
I suppose I just needed to hear if you would at least consider it. If not now, then before mine life has burned out.
I will not make you wait long. I know very well what it is like to love a short-lifer.
[He's not going to thank her for waiting, but he turns his face into her hand to hide in it briefly, like a small bird.]
If you told me you felt something for my betrotheds half a year ago I would have killed you instantly. I do always have the urge to kill you and take you apart and sleep in your ribcage [ok sidetracked, he blinks himself back to the conversation] but I like you better alive.
[ What a silly dragon. There is some amount of alarm at his words enough to raise her ears, but she gives his face a squeeze at his words, a wry smile on her face. ]
Full glad am I for it, then.
[ She chuckles, moving her thumb over his cheek. ]
I'd be very cross if death took me sooner than I had the chance to spend with someone I love, aye.
[ She draws his head down to kiss the corner of his mouth, her body temperature warm on the surface again. ]
... even if this place may not even let us choose who kills us when we need to. But I'd rather you do it before anyone else does if I ever end up needing so. Because I'll come right back to you if you do it.
Just don't kill me if I don't have to be dead. I'd prefer your embrace instead.
[ Why is she saying that? It's probably nothing. ]
[ But she tries to hide the blush rushing to her face on top of the heat in the kiss, sinking against him- until they have to regretfully part, and she blinks before sighing. ]
Sometimes I think you'll find any excuse to undress me.
[ She's already in the least amount of clothes she owns!! The miqo'te separates, just without the leather supports. She does move to carefully remove the stockings that she wore when her feet felt cold, though. ]
... Vastella is going to be so angry with me. And you for that matter.
My woman is a beautiful creature, why would I not want to see all of her when we spend time together?
[Unfortunately he sounds really sincere about that, less of a flirt and more of an actual question. He digresses, though, batting her hands away so he can remove them.]
I am not under their jurisdiction. [He mutters, Absolutely Not Worried. (Spoilers: he is very worried, he doesn't know how they manage make him feel bad for doing stupid shit, but it's awful.)] I do not regret offering. Sett is [Pause.] Not that annoying.
[ She appreciates the aesthetic appreciation- feeling a pleased flush run through her at the praise, and nudges him lightly, even if her tail is moving excitedly. ]
"Your" woman, is it. Then mine gorgeous man ought to give me the same delight.
[ He is so worried, though, and she gently tugs him back further onto the bed, sliding her hands under his top to feel across his skin there so she can cool herself some more, and sets her face against his shoulder. ]
I don't regret it either. He's precious to me. Been finding that I won't lay with someone I don't feel that way for, if I don't have to.
[ She doesn't have to do missions here that require it. ]
But I hate making Vastella sad... be sure to give them the best cuts of meat you have, too. Preferably not from your own body.
[ JOKING. She'll kiss along his jawline with a purr for it! ]
I do not think they would appreciate any more cannibalism, recreational or not.
[She's healed him enough so he doesn't really bleed through his bandages on her sheets, but he's still clumsy as he tries to remove his shirt, knowing that he runs several degrees cooler than what short-lifers determine to be normal.]
You should not do things you do not want to. [Become ungovernable like Dan Feng. There's several more attempts to get the hem of his shirt to cooperate. He huffs.] Take this off me.
She'll shift and carefully help him off with his top, before moving and looking over at his tail, then reaching for her dressings. ]
Hold still while I re-do your dressings first.
[ Healers just don't quit. But she will lean in to kiss the side of his neck, and give his ear a nip, before moving to take his tail over her lap. ]
... I've no concern with you having other lovers... not that 'tis a surprise. But know that I'd come to you first, before any others. 'tis important to make that clear to one's partners.
[ Beginning to wrap him up properly and securely. ]
There are others among mine company, and who I care for dearly. But you are the only one I've... said I've loved back, this way. Just so you know.
[He stays silent for a long moment, digesting this confession, all the way until she's nearly finished with his tail.]
It is very novel to me, to find that I do not love Jing Yuan any less - that I would never love him any less - to have affections for others.
I did not understand, until one day, I woke up, and you were the first one I thought of, because I wanted to tell you about what inane thing I had dreamt, and to see what you thought about it. A part of me shared with you, and so I hoped, that you would share more of yourself with me...
[His ears are red. He squirms a little at the vulnerability.] It is not something I would afford so easily. [What he wants to say is, she's special to him too, but he's allergic to saying it out loud, so this is the best she's going to get outside of murder attempts when his mara acts up.]
Aye, 'tis the way we've always known- miqo'te, that is. To love one is precious... but to love many, equally, with respect and without reducing anyone else's feelings... 'tis a blessing.
[ That confession is sweet, and she feels her heart race, picking up on what he's saying but also not wanting to assume.
She's been left behind so easily every time she's wanted, after all. The bandages are securely fastened, and she carefully moves his tail back before shifting and moving back to wrap her arms around him sideways, head under his. ]
'tis a bit frightening, in truth. All of this. But full glad am I to have it. Suppose such feelings are always frightening, aren't they?
[ And Dan Feng is... definitely that. ]
But I am here. Whatever happens, I am here. You're mine now, too. Know that any hurt you give yourself is hurt on me, too. And I will make you regret it next time.
[ Pretend-scold! She does smile wryly, cheek against his shoulder. ]
... can't keep calling you "Shushu" as mine younger self did, I suppose. Back to being mine little treasure of a menace, then...
[ extremely cute of him. being demanding goes both ways
she jolts when he slams the door open from where she's sitting on the edge of his bed-- then huffs, relaxing. ]
You could be a little calmer? If you break the door I'm not going to be the one to fix it.
[ And it's probably immediately noticeable why she called him in; her cat ears and tail have gone, replaced by black keratin horns curving back over her hair, and a red-scaled tail curled over the bed beside her, about the length of her legs. ]
[Dan Feng immediately malfunctions while he's standing in the doorway, standing stock still like he's trying to comprehend what he's looking at. One can almost see the braincells overheat.]
Uh? [He says, intelligently, one hand still on the doorknob.]
[He closes the door and locks it behind him without taking his eyes off her.
It's another dragon, in his nest, but it's also Valencia, who is also in his nest, and his get this dragon/enemy/other creature/intruder out of my space instinct is going haywire. He wants to do something but he's not sure what. His fangs start to ache, and his claws extend, and he pads soundlessly up to the bed, up to her, eyes dilated so broadly there's practically nothing of the azure left.]
You should leave. [Distantly he's aware of how he's already reaching out to haul her up higher into the bed, off the edge, trying to push her down, trying to cage her against the sheets--] Valencia.
[ Oh, he likes it way too much. She's keenly aware of the strangely predatory nature of his approach, but chooses to let him handle her anyway; unfortunately there's not much in the way of making herself look more submissive like with the cat or wolf ears and tail.
Instead, she stretches out against the sheets, watching him, her palms smoothing over his upper arms to his shoulders. ]
[He's saying her name oddly, going for reproachful but ending up a little bit drunk, mouth working like he's trying very, very hard not to bite her.]
You must. I cannot control myself like this. [With Dan Feng it's always a toss-up of which way he could not, but judging from the way he braces himself with an elbow beside her head, just so he can cradle her face and pet at her temples, he probably does not mean in the violent, stabby way.] What happened? Are you all right?
[ She smiles, her heart rate picking up-- but it's nervous excitement more than fear, seeing him at the edge of control and knowing she's the reason. She's seen him needy before but this was different-- is this how he was with Dan Heng? It's it truly just because she looks like a dragon, or did she call him while he was affected by something else...?
She chooses to believe the former when he touches her, leaning into his hand with her eyes half-lidded as her own delicately settle at the base of his neck, one thumb stroking his pulse point. Her horns aren't particularly large and don't seem all that sensitive when he brushes against them, but her tail, with some effort, curls over Dan Feng's thigh.
The color is high in her face when she speaks again, skin hot. ]
-- I'm fine, it's temporary... I knew you would like it, but this exceeded my expectations?
You call me into my own nest and lie in it like an offering. Your appearance tells me we are biologically compatible and it is taking all of my self-control not to fuck you stupid into the mattress.
[Yes he is that down bad that he's immediately skipped the 'I cannot say hanky panky without shriveling like a raisin' phase.]
She goes entirely bright red, from ears to what's visible of her neck, and-- it does give her pause. The intensity of his stare, his voice-- it isn't exactly helping cool off that desire, not really, but she is trying to think about it logically.
-- He says he can't be gentle, but she wouldn't exactly call him gentle while fucking her to begin with. Before, yes, and after, but during? How violent, exactly, is he talking? Is that normal for dragons? She can't remember ever seeing Jing Yuan or Dan Heng terribly injured after the nights he'd been missing from Gluttony and almost certainly spent with them, but how much more resilient were they in the face of that sort of treatment compared to her to begin with?
There's a long pause, before both of her hands shift up to cup his jaw, rubbing her thumbs delicately over his cheeks. ]
I think-- there's much that I can handle, and seeing you so excited is--
[ a brief fluster; she's trying to speak quickly, knowing his control is a bit tenuous. ]
-- It makes me want you, too. Badly. If you think you'll truly hurt me then I'll... go, as you wish, but-- but I do trust you.
[He leans into her touch, eyes closed, and he makes - a sound. A low, inhuman trill that he's never made in her presence before, and he turns his head to catch one of her hands, so he can mouth at her wrist, suckle a bruise into her pulse.]
You can take it. You will take it. [Rumbled.] Take responsibility.
[ Cute noise??? She has to fight a bit of a smile at that, and she lets him mark up her wrist, her tail coiling some around his thigh to urge him closer over her. She's blushing fiercely at his words, but-- well. She can probably take it. Right? Right. Okay. Yeah, she can. If she can handle Sett she can handle just about anything. ]
-- It's your fault I'm like this?
[ She sinks her free hand into his hair, behind his ear, and finally tugs him back up to her face to pull him into a kiss. ]
[Perhaps Valencia will look back at this very moment hours later when she tries to walk and can't because of one (1) very enthusiastic dragon and realize ah I made a mistake, but for now:
Dan Feng kisses her like a storm. There is no buildup, or slow, sweet drugging kisses. He kisses her like how he intends to fuck her, desperately hungry. He's already rucking up her shirt without so much as a by-your-leave, his claws in danger of tearing the fabric.]
[ -- oh, goodness. She gasps into his mouth, her cheeks hot but lips easily parting for him. It sends a sharp jolt of arousal through her-- and fortunately when he pauses to command her she at least seems in agreement.
She lets go of him to pull off her shirt and bra in the same motion over her head, tossing them to the floor. And after a very brief thoughtful pause she does the same for her pants, hastily kicking them off of her legs.
And-- as she does this, a bit breathless, ]
-- Dan Feng, how do your females-- I mean, how do I make this good for you...?
[Good, she has initiative, because Dan Feng would not have had the patience to deal with her pants. He gets distracted for a moment by the fall of her breasts - hnng - before he sheds his clothes too, immediately naked. He goes back in to put a hand on one of her horns, thumbing the material of it with an awed look on his face.]
You already are very good for me, Valencia. If you would indulge me - I want to hear you. [He smiles at her, one of his fangs catching at his lip. What a gift that she's given him. Dan Feng is so pleased that his ears bounce as he settles in between her ankles - and yanks her close, clean across the sheets, sending pillows flying.] Mark me as I mark you.
[ She ducks her head for him to feel, watching him through the fall of her hair even as she reaches up to gently trace the smattering of scales over his hips. Sadly, her horns don't seem very sensitive at all; but they are pleasing to touch, at least, smooth-ridged and almost warmer than her skin, almost acting like a heat sink.
The yank catches her by surprise though, and she gives a small yelp, her tail whipping sharply against his leg with alarm-- and with an eager look on her face, more excited and aroused by that then she would have thought. This fucking rules, actually? Being manhandled is great when you decide you want it in the first place? She watches him with wide eyes, intent, squirming down some to curl a leg around his hips and press herself a little closer... Noises certainly weren't going to be an issue, probably, but marking? ]
[He's already slick between his thighs, his slit swollen and flushed blue. He puts a hand on her hip - bruising grip as he slots them flush together, hauling her thighs over his.
His free hand comes up - to press a thumb into her mouth, feeling over her canines.]
Your nails - teeth. Anything. So as I claim you, you are to claim me.
[ ... Ahhh, he's going to shred her up. Well, she's been through worse, right? And he's so excited about it...
She makes a soft noise at the feel of his slick against her skin; she's not quite as wet as usual but surely you understand this moved very quickly. Even so, it's not like he doesn't produce his own, so what's the issue... She arches a little, to press down against him. The last few times they'd waited until he was already out and erect, so if it's like this-- will it just slide in? Is this how his kind would normally do it, to begin with? That's so convenient...
She opens her mouth to let him do that-- her teeth aren't any sharper than usual-- and considers his words... then she bites down on his thumb, with gentle pressure. ]
[He makes a sound at that - pleased, the rest of his fingers cupping her cheek.]
Good girl.
[He leans down - nips at her lower lip as he pulls his thumb out. Dan Feng contemplates her for a moment (stares at her, more like, like he's still not actually believing what he's seeing (he isn't)), and then he presses his hands flat against her inner thighs, spreading her wide. It isn't gentle; some of his strength is behind it.
If she's still wearing underwear that is getting ripped clean off - because he's going gather some spit in his mouth and let it drip on the mound of her cunt, slick down the valley of it, with a fascinated, hungry look on his face.]
[ She chases the kiss behind that nip with another small noise; down her body there is some patches of scales, keeled unlike his smoother ones, scattered much in the same way her freckles are.
She shifts just a bit to get an elbow under her to watch him, legs spreading easily under his touch and-- goes bright red when he lets his saliva drip over her. She impatiently baps her tail sideways against his thigh, with an embarrassed groan. ]
[Dan Feng grins up at her toothily, his tail curling around hers and squeezing; it would be enough force to break a mammalian tail, but for Dan Feng, personally, felt very good.]
Am I not allowed to enjoy my present? [He thumbs the slick over her clit, downwards, dipping lightly into her lips.]
[ She shudders-- it's a weird feeling, having his tail constrict hers. It doesn't hurt, per se, but it does restrict the movement, the muscle flexing under his grip as it tries to curl slightly against his. This, combined with the pressure of his thumb over her clit and down, sends a shiver of pleasure straight up her spine.
Only some dragons had tails as prehensile as Dan Feng's, right, so-- maybe this was something to facilitate breeding? To hold the tail out of the way, to gain access, prevent the muscular limb from dislodging them? Ah, she's thinking too much, but it's kind of fascinating to witness the subtle difference in behaviour from him... She reaches down to curl her hand delicately over his, nails lightly scraping over his inner wrist. ]
Ah, well-- there's many more ways to enjoy such a thing...
[The nails scraping over the delicate skin make him jerk visibly, and he instinctively bares his fangs, his jaw opening just a little bit further than what is humanly possible before he catches himself.
Petulantly, he grinds the heel of that hand against her clit, his other hand spreading her lips open before gently hilting a finger into her. It's almost perfunctory - the bare minimum sort of stretching.]
There is one that I like the most. Did you think of what you would do to me, seeing you like this? I am a creature of base instinct.
[ Ohhh finally. Her hips jerk a bit, with the intense and sudden pressure of his palm-- but she sighs with some sort of relief as he presses the finger in, rolling up towards him with an indulgent groan. If she notices the way his mouth moves she doesn't say anything, just keeping her hand down and over his, soft and encouraging.
She really didn't think about it, no. She blushes a bit, closing her eyes, clearly a bit embarrassed. ]
Mn, I thought-- you would be... cute, and maybe a little possessive, and maybe try to bite me... and if I didn't show you, you would have pouted? I was prepared for that. I didn't realize this-- sort of thing was so strong, for you.
[ A sharp noise, tucking her chin-- she does tilt her head away some so he can still bite at her neck, so she isn't entirely rejecting that advance even if it makes her visibly nervous (and not to mention her heart rate spikes). It stings and-- ah, Mark. Mark. She should...
A moment's hesitation before she reaches her other hand up under his arm and behind his shoulder, hugging, her nails digging sharply into that flesh. This, though, gets interrupted by his words, and his hand, and the slick heat heat of his length resting against her flesh-- she's blushing fiercely now, stuttering. ]
[Dan Feng leans back just enough to give her a judgmental look, before dipping his head to steal a kiss, soft and closemouthed, because he can't help it. She's great fun to tease, and her flush is adorable, and okay here he goes again with another kiss, and another, like little knocks on a door.
These might distract her from the three fingers fucking in between her legs, slightly cool - because Dan Feng is using his own slick to ease her open.]
I think of taking you with both cocks, amongst many things, like someone of my own kind can.
N-no, I just didn't think you-- liked me enough, for--
[ Ohhh. Those kisses are nice and definitely more than welcome, and she responds eagerly in kind, her hips rocking up into his hand; even the extra fingers only gets a pleased, high noise, because somehow that's still gentler than the last time he fucked her with his hands. The coolness of his fingers fades quickly enough, though, in the unrelenting heat of her body. ]
I-- can. If you're careful, I...
[ perhaps a little too confident by half but it's hard not to be when she can take Sett like a champ. Her tail squirms in his grip, and she reaches down with her other hand, to curl her fingers over his cocks and stroke him. ]
... I think you can be gentle. If you try. I'd like to see you try.
[Gentle? Now? He laughs in her ear - low and dangerous, as he draws his hand out - and smacks the flat of it against her inner thigh, soothing it over with a grip hard enough to bruise.]
Presumptuous. [But she's given him permission, that counts as permission, right? His expression turns hungry. He's looking between her legs, covers her hand with his.] Submit to me, then. Trust me.
[ The smack gets a-- well it can only be called a squeal, her grip on his cocks flexing too-tight for a moment in response and her face flushing bright. Her other hand curls over the wrist of the one against her thigh, dragging her nails down along it.
Her eyes glance back up to his face as he speaks, though-- if she wasn't well and truly soaked before the hunger in his face would have solved that issue swiftly, from the way her body clenches around nothing in response. She exhales a long breath, shifting her fingers to gently sandwich her ring finger between both of his cocks and separate them as she rubs, even as his hand covers hers. ]
[It's easy to see the surprise on his face, followed by confusion, and then a smile, small and sincere and crinkling the corners of his eyes. He slides his hands under both of hers, gently disengaging them, lacing their fingers together.]
You are always too good to me, my dear.
[He leans in to kiss her forehead. And then his gaze sharpens, eyelids shuttering, as he looks at her mouth.]
[ She lets him pry her hands away with only slight disappointment, because entwining their fingers IS also very good and she does like it... and she makes a small noise at the kiss, tilting her head up into it. ]
I want to be good for you.
[ And it kind of seems like she was going to say more, until his next command, which-- well. She kind of stares blankly at him for a beat too long, lips parted and uncomprehending. ...Turn over? So he means to...
Her body wastes no time flushing entirely through, from her face and even a bit blotchy down her chest, thoroughly embarrassed, but. She wiggles out from their position a bit so-- well first so she can stretch, gone a bit stiff, before carefully pushing herself over onto her stomach and up onto her hands and knees. Her shoulders hunch a bit, which does well enough to hide her face as she contemplates what exactly he considers "presenting herself" (she settles for spreading her legs a bit and lifting her tail...?).
On her back is the large tattoo, as usual, but-- newer are the keeled overlapping red scales dusted over her shoulderblades and down the length of her spine and, apparently unnoticed, a pair of wings. Or, what may have once been wings; evidently vestigial and from some kind of ground-dwelling species, reduced from any sort of flight capability to strong, gripping claws in hand-like formation. ]
[To be honest he expected more resistance, or she'd need some coaxing, but Dan Feng's brain cells start leaking out of his ears at her easy compliance; what a gift she's giving him... Here is a low, rumbling sound from behind - then Dan Feng's hair, curtained around them, brushing her sides as he curves over her. One hand curls around her ribcage, cupping a breast roughly, while the other settles at her flank.
A kiss at the nape of her neck, turning into him mouthing wetly down her shoulderblade, those scales, and the join of wing to back, teeth scraping gently against the delicate skin.]
[ Listen. If she suspected how far gone he actually was she would, perhaps, be putting up a bit more resistance, but-- as it is he's saying the right things, easing her in enough for the desire to overtake some reasonable thought, pushing just enough at the edges of what she'd usually tolerate to make it feel more intense than jarring. She shivers at the feel of his body over hers, her heartrate picking up a steady and excited rhythm once again. It was exciting, to do something new, and stirred her interest in much the same way having Sett press over her did: the feeling of being small and malleable in someone's grasp, of someone stronger and larger wrapping around you and, in the end, being terribly gentle about it regardless.
Even his groping doesn't upend that view; the roughness is fondness in her (slightly) lust-addled mind, and she shifts to one hand to give a very small noise of... what would have been protest, maybe, if her own hand didn't come up to curl over the back of his, encouraging and digging into his flesh in turn.
But it's the kiss along her back that gets the biggest reaction. He mouths against that wing and it jerks on reflex, stretching claws grasping at empty air. Her whole body curves back towards him with a startled gasp, glancing back over her shoulder at him with a simultaneously look of confusion and intensely red-faced interest, her tail trying its very best to curl against the closest part of him it can reach. And, probably only of any real notice to him; the increase in scent, heady, as that interest sparks even further wetness between her legs. ]
[He laughs mischievously against her spine, like he's found out a secret.]
You know how horribly sensitive my tail is, do you not? Did you think yourself safe from the same weaknesses?
[He punctuates this by sliding the hand at her flank up her back, and then digging blunt nails firmly into the muscle she would have acquired to support those wings.]
[ but she lets it trail off as he touches her, goosebumps raising under his touch. It's weird, being suddenly aware of limbs you had not noticed before, especially ones as sensitive as this-- she makes a whimpering little noise as his fingers dig in, the wings giving a useless little series of flaps and clawing at her own flesh for lack of anything else in range to grab.
She lets go of his hand-- reaches blindly back to try to grab at his head, but-- perhaps unfortunately for him-- his horn is the only thing close enough for her to reach. So she just fully tries to grip it. ]
[Three things happen in quick succession: Dan Feng moans, full-throated; one hand curls around her wrist to wrench it off and pin it to the mattress; and his other hand clamps down on the back of her neck to shove her face-down into the sheets.]
[ Ah. She hadn't been thinking, really-- it was hard to think, with so much sensation happening at once, so she's certainly not on her usual game when he pins her to the mattress. The hand on the wrist is one thing, and her hand flexes against the sheets under his grip-- but the grip on her neck is another. It takes, it seems, a full minute for her to properly register what exactly just happened, because at first she moans, high and muffled by the blanket, and her tail instinctively whips against him as her hips raise.
-- And then some of the lust subsides he'll probably be able to feel the change before he sees it; the way the muscles up her spine and neck go tense and her breathing goes shallow through her nose, her free hand half-frozen as if she had been reaching back to grab his arm. She doesn't, though, caught between her that deeply instinctive fear of you're pinned you're in danger he's got your neck and the confusingly just as deep instinct of you're pinned and he's going to take you and you want it so so so bad. She makes a noise-- or exhales, or something-- as a very faint tremble runs through her shoulders. ]
Dan Feng.
[ It's small, and breathless, and impossible to tell if it's a plea or a warning. ]
[The hand on her nape tightens, briefly, claws digging into delicate skin - before he curls over her, pressing himself front to back, his cocks slick between the apex of her legs.
But he doesn't force her further. Instead, he hooks his chin over her shoulder, pressing a wet kiss to the base of a horn, to her temple. The hand pinning her wrist lets it go, opting instead to press warm under her navel, just holding her against him, skin against skin.]
I have you, don't I? Say it. Come on. [It's less of an order, and more coaxing, though the strain of holding himself back can be heard in the gravel of his voice.] I have you.
[ The burst of panic flares higher for the brief moment his claws dig against her, heart pounding but-- the way he curls over her, the release of her wrists, the slick firmness of him rubbing between her legs in a way that makes her want to impulsively trap him between her thighs. It soothes that tension enough to replace that gap in her mind with heat and lust again and, more confusingly, a fondness that makes her heart ache for him even in the awkward position of her cheek pressed to the blankets.
Her awareness isn't entirely focused but-- but he's trying. She can tell that much, and it warms her, and while she can't really shift her arms comfortably enough to touch him she does manage to twist a wing backwards to grip its blunt claws firmly into his side. She wonders how much of this is the dragon-courtship, the act of "capturing" the chosen mate, and how much is simply Dan Feng; she tries to turn her head a bit more, to kiss him, and makes a shivery noise of complaint when she can only manage to brush her lips against his hair. Her voice is still a bit strained, breathless, when she speaks again. ]
[The capture and mounting is millennia-old instinct, but the kindness dressed as force is all Dan Feng. The greed, though, is both biological and learned, and the way he wheezes a laugh into her sweat-damp hair is all Valencia's.]
Good girl.
[He kneels back upwards. There's kisses on her shoulder, over her nape, before his hand spreads warm between her wings, keeping her pushed down as he holds his lower cock steady to breach her.
Well, he tries to go slow, he really does, but with a garbled whine of her name he fucks in to the hilt and freezes.]
[ There's a certain relief in the tension of her shoulders as he leans back again, shifting just enough to watch him out of the corner of her eye as he pulls out of the gentle grip of her wing to properly take her. Her face is flushed red almost more than before from just the kisses, and feeling his cock head hot between her lower lips.
It's almost cute, the way he loses focus-- if she had been watching and not the one under him she'd have teased him for it, but as it is the too-quick intrusion of him makes her jolt with a high, sharp whine of pleasure. But she's had him before, and she's soaked through dripping with need, so the familiar heavy length of him is adjusted too quickly enough even if she's inclined to clench around him as she exhales a wavering moan.
She manages to twist her shoulders a bit, to bring her arm down-- down between her legs, stretching delicately over where their bodies join and her fingertips pressing gently into the base of him. And, well, it's not that he's not being gentle, or not trying... ]
[She'll be able to feel how both of his dicks twitch and fatten even more with the praise, and the embarrassment thick in his voice. He didn't actually know he liked that. But he's not saying it out loud, because that's terrible.
Because this is Val's fault, he starts fucking into her to cut off any more horrible little praise-adjacent words, the hand not holding her down pressing bruises into a hip.]
[ if there was an actual question somewhere in that noise it's gone now in the wake of his movement: the first thrust drives the air out of her lungs swiftly enough, and her wings (and tail) submissively flatten and shift aside to allow him to properly have his way. Her fingers tremble as she feels his movements into her against them; she can't quite reach far enough at this angle to push her fingers into his entrance when he hilts himself in her but she can certainly dip along the slick edges.
She gets enough breath back as she adjusts, though, to speak again and-- unfortunately-- ignore his command entirely, because why shouldn't he be praised when she feels so fucking good? ]
Good-- good boy, good, keep-- like that, please-- be good, keep going...
[Why can't she be a normal person and just take it? Why do her fingers have to skirt around there? Why is she making the effort? Why does she have these draconic features? Why is she still talking?!
He fists a hand roughly at the base of her skull - yanks like he wants to turn her head and smother her into the sheets, but he just ends up trying to manhandle her with his full strength, on her back.]
[ It's an awkward position, to try to be flipped over with him still deep in her. she hisses in pain, her whole body going taught with it as she's twisted; her hips and legs only half- turned, pushed down onto the bed, but her torso twisted around to more or less face him (and what a nice view of her breasts, truly). The slick-covered hand that had been trying to toy at his entrance jerks up to the hand gripping her hair and skin to dig her own fingers harshly into it.
And she just sort of looks at him with overwhelmed confusion, still breathing hard and shivering with a bit of a wince. ]
What-- wh...
[ a pause, gritting her teeth in a growl that's only somewhat made ineffectual by the way she squirms her hips. ]
[Her confusion is mirrored on his face, too, the splotchy red of it going down all the way to his chest. His scales have shown themselves a lot more than any time he'd been with her, and his tail is lifted high behind him, lashing from side to side.]
I was only - [His brain cells are visibly overheating. He looks at her face, then down at where they're joined, and back up at her, hands tightening on her flanks, and then:]
Oh. [Mumbled. The embarrassment makes his ears dip.] You're not Vidyadhara. [He pulls out slowly, and instead of waiting for her to turn over, he kind of just flops on her, trying to bury his face into her neck.] Forgot.
[ Ah... She's more surprised once she takes in the look on his face, and she relaxes significantly-- more, when his releases her. She does make a small noise of complaint when he pulls out of her, back and tail curving on instinct, but she manages to twist herself just enough to let Dan Feng lay down on her more comfortably.
She's quiet for a long moment, getting her breath back while her arms wrap around him, delicately smoothing over those newly-visible scales and rubbing soothingly over his back. At length, she tilts her head against his temple to murmur: ]
I'm sorry. [ "That I can't be what you want" goes unsaid. ] ... We can pretend a bit more, and I won't complain. You're being so good. I don't want you to stop.
[Dan Feng props himself up on his elbows, bracketing her ribcage. He looks up at her, the pupils of his eyes enormous, and tilts his head to the side, like a puppy trying to listen for something.]
Pretending? [His brow furrows.] Do you think I would use you like that? [He looks down at her mouth, and away, mouth twisting.] I suppose that is warranted.
[ Blinks at him, wide-eyed herself. She keeps contact with him even as he pushes himself up-- letting her arms slide off his shoulders so her fingers can smooth over his chest instead. ]
Ah... no, I didn't mean... I just-- since you were so excited, and I look like this right now... but I'm still human, right? So it's kind of like-- ... like role-play, I thought? Not that I'm very good at it, but...
[ Hesitates, moving her hand to curl her fingers in his hair and tug him back down towards her. ]
... You said-- you'd mark me, and I could mark you back, and even though you scared me before I wanted you so badly. I still want you. ... But if you want to stop...?
[Clearly the only reason to pretend that you're someone you're not in bed is to commit acts of violence or financial treason. Dan Feng leans back down, easy as anything, dropping a kiss on her nose, on her brow, on a cheekbone, on her chin...]
I want you too. But as Valencia. The draconic accoutrements are ... hmm. [He leans in to lick at her lower lip.] Flowers on a grave. Seatbelt on a pilot's seat? A good addition?
[ She closes her eyes under those kisses, blushing furiously, and when he finally gets to her lips she huffs a breath, exasperated. Where's my kiss!!
But she contents herself with just smoothing a thumb over his cheek instead, through his hair to his ears, just... looking over his face. His words don't help the blush any, obviously, but she does try to calm down the strange warmth that rises in her chest because of it. ]
You just seemed-- so excited, when you saw? And it felt...
[ trails off a bit... then lays her head back with an embarrassed frown, tilting her head to look anywhere but directly at him for the moment. ]
... I've never seen you look so-- hungry, before. Not towards me, not like that. And the way you were acting... I-- like it, I think...? I don't mind being treated like a-- like one of your kind, for a while, even if I'm less sturdy.
[Dan Feng seems to digest this for a moment, looking at her as she's turned away.
And the he props himself up on his hands, bracketing her shoulders as his hair falls down like a curtain around them, eyes (literally) luminous. He knocks her knees apart with his tail so he can settle between them, dropping his hips so he can slide a cock against the crease of hip and thigh.]
Then you will let me know if I hurt you, and you start minding it. [There's the undercurrent of a growl as he breathes out.] Otherwise you shall take what I give you whether you like it or not. I will not stop until you are round with my seed.
[ She takes in a sharp breath as his tail spreads her legs again though and she does go along eagerly, even if she's so red she kind of looks like she's about to die. Who says something like that??? In some weird way in the back of her mind the idea of being filled to the brim stirs something hot within her, aching between her legs, or maybe it's just the teasing closeness of his cocks, close but not nearly close enough to press into her? Hasn't he already left her empty long enough, as sweet as he's been...?
She makes a little bit of a face at "whether you like it or not" but she also can't deny the electric tingle of pleasure it sends up her spine and along her scalp, making her shiver; she keeps one hand warm against his collar and the other slides down, to curl over the heads of his lengths. Even as she wiggles her hips down a bit more, urging.
She can't keep the stutter out of her voice, unfortunately, but-- ]
[Unlike the dark and sexy protagonist of a terrible harlequin romance, however, what she said makes Dan Feng visibly take in a deep breath and hide his face in one of her tits, so as to not come. He realizes this is counterproductive, and worries at a nipple with a sharp fang, laving the red marks with his tongue, because once again this is her fault.
After said moment, he finally sits back up, and hoists one of her knees over his shoulder.]
Look at me, darling. [Because he's thumbing her cunt open wide with one hand, and pressing his cocks together with the other, slowly pressing into her - watching her face.]
[ cute...? The effect on him isn't lost on her, and she can't stop the private little smile as he hides against her-- his fang on the sensitive nipple is met with a sharp hiss of pain, though she only digs her fingers against his neck instead of trying to stop him.
But she does look at him when asked, even if she can't stop her gaze from drifting down, pulling her hand back to rest over her stomach so she can sneak glances at his combined cocks as he prepares. And when he presses in...
She exhales, long and slow, visibly relaxing back as he stretches her. It is similar to Sett, at least, but the difference in shape make it feel all that more intense, sparking little shivers of pleasure up along her spine. She makes a soft noise as he sinks into her, eyes half lidded and lips parted, both of her hands stretching to drag her fingers over the scales on his hips. ]
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NIGHT 2/DAY 3 - ONE LAST TIME
NIGHT 2
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And then they come in.]
Dan Heng? Is that you?
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[says dan feng as he sweeps into the room, fighting the urge to drop dan heng on the floor and Be Done with Him.]
Jing Yuan. I caught him overexerting himself.
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[he says, in the most petulant fucking tone]
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[He's so unimpressed.]
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It is far when you consider it has not even been a day since you were impaled. Insolent creature.
[sets him down at the foot of jing yuan’s bed though.]
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[pouty.
the worst part is it's dan heng's bed. he has been escorted to his own room that is now Their Room like the scruffed kitten he is. damnit.
carefully easing himself up the bed.]
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It's just funny that they're like this when the whole point of consolidating was trying to hide from Dan Feng.]
You can help by staying here and looking after the rest of us.
[Jing Yuan scoots over to make room, and very gently swats whichever part of Dan Heng he happens to be closest to.]
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That is inappropriate.
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to just
Look. at him.]
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1/2
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I was just. [gesturing at them???????????] It is inappropriate for me to intrude into someone else’s marital bedchambers.
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my god]
Marital bedchambers?
[sry to both of you but Jing Yuan just starts laughing his beautiful butt off]
Really!?
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[at this, dan feng makes a truly affronted gasp.]
Are you having relations outside of wedlock?!
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this is what a keysmash sounds like from a humanoid mouth]
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Oh, how I wish I could see your faces right now!
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You - ! [he gives dan heng a determined look.] Jing Yuan! You should be ashamed of yourself! Did you not court him properly?! This is highly inappropriate-
[he starts ranting. you see, dan feng is a born and bred traditionalist.]
And you! [gesturing with his other hand at dan heng.] You should not be consorting without- without-
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hold on
sorry
little bitch mode engaged]
Without what?
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Help. They're both adorable.]
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he kind of. looms? at the edge of the bed? IS THIS A DEN OF SIN?????]
Have you made your bows? Listen to me!
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Honestly, you two.
[He's still amused, but he supposed he may as well be the grownup here...]
Dan Feng, we are neither married nor lovers of any kind. Sharing a bed is no different than sharing a bunk on the field, you know. And you shouldn't complain, given I moved into Dan Heng's room because you were prowling outside my window.
And as for Dan Heng, you are very much marriageable! If you continue to put yourself down I shall force you to stand in the middle of the green and recite your virtues five hundred times.
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Oh. [uhhhh. scooting to the very edge of the bed.] I apologize for any skulking. [his tail does poke dan heng’s, unsure.]
Dan Heng. Objectively you are a man with attractive qualities, even if you have the most annoying tendency to ignore your own well-being. [sorry he is bad at this.] Cease your self-flagellation.
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cheek pinched, since jy has a very solid idea of where he is.]
...
Anyway, we're not fucking.
[tail paffs dan feng's.]
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[he huffs at dan heng, and then proceeds to manhandle dan heng’s tail so he can twine his own with it. jing yuan gets polite dan feng. you get overbearing predecessor dan feng.]
I have been quite well-behaved, thank you. The past few hours, at least. [a pause.] May I touch your face, Jing Yuan?
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[stubbornly, like he didn't also let dan feng work himself up for a bit. his ears burn, with the TAIL TWINING, but he doesn't struggle, as he is far too busy doing emotional and instinctive calculus about that particular gesture.]
I didn't realise it was my turn 😭
[His face is still hurty... He's scooting up close to them both though. Dragons for lion plz.]
FISHPET
jing yuan’s hair is too fluffy to know if he feels it or not, and it’s not like dan feng has experience to draw from… he’d seen baiheng do it a lot. she does it to him too, to his consternation.
his face is very red when he draws back.]
I am sorry that you both experienced such adversity.
another smaller fishpet
still, this does not keep him from squirming closer for lioncuddles.]
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He can feel Dan Feng lean in, and sorta feel the headkiss, but it takes a couple of seconds for him to register what it was.
He tilts his head, in genuine curiosity instead of the usual mean girl attitude, and... touches his own head... It's a very "???????" gesture, and now all three of then are flushed.]
Dan Feng...? Now what was that about?
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… nothing. [he lets go of jing yuan’s face, feeling awkward.] Anyway.
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What? I am- I do not- I- He is my successor, that is inappropriate—-
[he makes a faint dying sound.] He has my face!
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then, in a dubious tone:]
He pulled my tail.
[JING YUAN IS THAT FLIRTING? HE NEEDS TO KNOW?]
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As we established, it is a handsome face. Flirting would be a reasonable decision, and rough-housing is a fun way to do it.
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[yeah that tail tho… still twined and everything… yeah…]
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considering......
pulls df's tail.]
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Oh? But I believe I've heard stories of you being a difficult child.
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[dan feng can’t help it: he growls, in a way he’d only done as a, yes, difficult child - when he was too young to be taught etiquette, and he wanted to be paid attention to, to be played with.
he tugs at dan heng’s tail again. abandons all propriety to crawl over jing yuan’s legs - their tails wound together now within touching distance - and swipes at dan heng’s fluffy head.]
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[with a tone of amused interest, as he (mostly) bites back another squawk and ducks that swipe, wiggling behind jing yuan to try to use him as cover.]
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He can't help but laugh. He'll provide stories, but whether they're true or not (and whether they remain the same across timelines) only Dan Feng can say.]
You haven't? Well then... I heard when he was small he once stood up in the middle of a lecture from a particularly boring tutor and declared he would no longer endure such torment. Then he climbed a tree and refused to come down until the preceptors provided a "tutor worthy of the High Elder's attention."
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[dan feng manages to reach a pitch previously unknown to man, and abandons his pursuit of dan heng to sit at jing yuan’s side and to (gently) cover his mouth.]
That- that was - I was a hatchling!
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[peering over jing yuan's shoulder, eyebrows up again.]
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Jing Yuan's happier in this moment than he's been in quite some time, actually.]
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dan feng narrows his eyes. removes his hand, reaches out for dan heng; pauses because this is descending into juvenile behavior that would horrify every single preceptor he’d had, but the levity it seems to bring into the room cannot be understated.
he then quickly leans in, sandwiching jing yuan between the two of them, and reaches around to flick a fingernail directly at the base of dan heng’s tail, a place that he knew from experience would be a jolt at the very least.]
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enjoy your lion sandwich with dragon bread, jing yuan.]
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Alright, you two. Isn't this getting a little too physical?
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He started it.
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You pulled my tail first!
[stops leaning quite so hard against jing yuan's back but doesn't otherwise move.]
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Are you both children now...?
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[jumps a little bit when jing yuan touches his tail ?? ?? ?]
No. [he sniffs.] You just have no spatial awareness when it comes to your tail. [vaguely the memories of why is swimming at the back of his head but he doesn’t want to think about those at the moment.] I will teach you starting tomorrow.
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[DRY!!!!]
...How do you teach spacial awareness?
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[Says a very good teacher of martial arts...]
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[scooting a little closer so he can press his and jing yuan’s thighs together but like. in a lan-fearing way.]
And like I said. I would not have accused you of having marital relations with Jing Yuan had I not thought you were worthy of him.
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I'm just going to put it away again if that becomes at all possible...
[sssssighs.]
Not that we know if or when that will happen.
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[Although Jing Yuan is also avoiding the notion that he's someone other people have to try to be worthy of. That's dumb.]
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Six hundred virtues, then. [the look and sound of abject disgust that follows, unfortunately, kills that vibe.]
Do not put it away, you barbarian. It is already in terrible shape.
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There's no need for that.
-What do you mean it's in terrible shape? It's clean!
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[with the confidence of a man who’s used to most of his orders being followed all of his life, he moves to pick up jing yuan’s hand where it’s petting dan heng’s tail, and places it on a slightly flaky patch of scales further up.]
Tell me how that feels, Jing Yuan. [u better answer right, my guy.]
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look, it's a lot. he's going red again, somewhere between scandalized and embarrassed.]
It's fine!
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It's a little scratchy. You could use a nice moisturising bath, I think.
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[he’s be more embarrassed if he didn’t literally think of dan heng as a weird amalgamation of family and sentient body part.]
Now this place definitely would not have any sort of moisturising agent but at least soak in warm water once every week.
[and this is his lecturing i-am-your-doctor tone. screw your embarrassment. he’s now going to use jing yuan’s hand to point out more patchy scales.]
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. . .
he's just going to bury his face in jing yuan's hair and make a teakettle noise.]
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Ahaha... It's alright, Dan Heng. You don't have to be as uptight as Dan Feng.
[Now. He's taking his hand back and suddenly standing up because he's feeling a little... warm.]
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I am not uptight. Merely thorough. Come back to bed, Jing Yuan. You are convalescing. [yeah.]
And you. [don’t think you’re safe dan heng. dan feng reaches over to tip his chin down so dan feng can look his horns over.]
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Huh?
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[Like. He kind of is, in that it hurts and he has to refrain from stretching the bad arm, but he's doing it anyway because it gives him some personal space. He's not ready to confront his apparent dragon kink right now.]
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You should be taking better care of your horns. [at least he’s not touching them. for now. his propriety way of tilting dan heng’s face from side to side like he’s merely judging if a persimmon is ripe makes up for it.] Buff them like you would with your claws.
[he’s still holding dan heng’s chin when he turns towards jing yuan.] I can help you stretch if you want, Jing Yuan. [surely it’s just the same way he did it to the entirety of the quintet when they were deployed: exceedingly medical in nature.]
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[flummoxed enough it takes him a moment to process the CLEAR FLIRTING, but then his tail is slapping the bedding in irritation.]
Hey!
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[He's making a show of stretching real big just so he can avoid being accused of needing help. It looks very nice given he's just got his undershirt on at this point but that isn't actually the point, you little monsters.]
Try not to take offense, Dan Heng. Tact has never been one of Dan Feng's skills.
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As High Elder, I am a diplomat. [he remembers he still has dan heng’s face in hand. oops. he pats dan heng’s cheek with a fond condescension one usually affects with small toddlers.] Your claws, Dan Heng. I am not sure if they have been sealed too, in your case.
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...I keep my nails short.
[they will start growing rudely soon tho so rip him.]
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With these two, it's best to pretend he doesn't notice anything, and that he doesn't have any such problems himself. Everything here is Pure and Chaste.]
My point, Dan Feng, is that it's rude to scold someone for the way they feel comfortable in their own skin. If he wants to be vain like we are, that's all well and good, but he has the right to be rugged if he'd rather. Give advice when it is requested.
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You sound like one of the Elders. [annoyed huff. he was not the sort of man who waited for permission or for things to be requested of him.] How did that happen. Where the awkward little Lieutenant go.
[the hand on dan heng's cheek sways out of range of his teeth to. go for a horn, trying to tilt his head by one finger on it.]
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[his brows furrow, less at the choice in words he's actually grumping over and more over what dan feng is saying-- that's uncomfortable. he doesn't like that comparison.
but that means he makes a startled little noise at horn contact, head tipping without resistance.]
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The awkward little lieutenant grew up and got a little lieutenant of his own.
But really, Dan Feng. The position of general has certainly made me a more boring person, but I am still far more fun than your Elders.
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Do not fret, Jing Yuan. I certainly would not think of the Preceptors the way I think of you. Come back here and stop sulking.
[he rubs a thumb over one of the nubs at the base of dan heng's horns, brow furrowed.] Sticky.
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If you're going to call them sticky, knock it off!
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[He can't seeeeeeee!! But he does awkwardly make his way back towards the bed without bumping into anything, so. He's doing fine.]
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[exasperated. he does knock it off, but not before flicking one of dan heng's ears, with a fangy little smirk that suggested he was teasing the other vidyadhara on purpose.
he makes space for jing yuan, hands hovering to help him if he went off-balance.]
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[glowers at dan feng, then reaches to simply gently tug jing yuan into the space that's been made for him. fuck you, being polite about the lion but not the smaller lizard. no manners here.]
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Lan help him remain pure tonight.]
If you don't want me to point it out, don't do it.
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It was for his own good. [there's the snotty tone again as dan feng moves to gently put his arm over jing yuan's shoulders.] That is what you get for disobeying your doctor's orders.
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[flatly, crowding against jing yuan's other side. no personal space for lions.]
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In any case, it's just about bedtime for me. Will you both join me?
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[there is, but they'd all be plastered against each other, and while he'd shared cramped spaces with the quintet before, there was no immediate threat of the enemy here. here it would be... inapproriate.]
I can sleep on the floor, as you are both injured.
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If you mean to stay the night at all, it can be in the bed.
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I do wish to stay; I am loathe to leave either of you out of my sight.
[he takes his hair down. presses close against jing yuan - he's blushing hard enough that the heat of his face is mortifyingly obvious - and crosses their ankles together.]
I will not be able to sleep soon, but I will be here when you both wake.
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dan heng makes himself comfortable at jing yuan's back. smug cat energy.]
All right.
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He's studiously thinking about the most boring things he can think of, so he doesn't have to think about how badly he wants to roll onto Dan Feng and kiss him stupid. That would be unacceptable behaviour. He'll blame the urge on the concussion.]
That's fine with me.
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so he turns. squirms around in this too-small bed until he can face jing yuan, watching the sleep-slack face of his beloved. he’s never been up this close either, and he’s spellbound by their proximity.]
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still, he seems pretty well out of it now.]
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dan feng lifts his head a little bit. twines his tail gently with dan heng’s, across jing yuan. sinks back down, into the warmth, luxuriating in their combined scents.
and then he leans in to slot his and jing yuan’s mouths together, in the same way he’d done centuries ago, in the same way he’d seeded jing yuan with the mara than ran through him then.]
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But then his body registers that the contact is real and he jerks away with a gasp, sitting up all at once with a bright red face. Too bad for Dan Heng, who most likely gets shoved off of the bed entirely. At least Jing Yuan can see now?]
Wh-- Dan Feng! What is the meaning of this!?
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and then he's shoved off the bed with a thump and a yelp, that cute tailhold wrenching free abruptly.]
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and his side of the bed is the one closest to the door.
dan feng had taken his hair down, before sleeping, and it falls over his shoulders as he sits up, too. sleep-rumpled is, unfortunately, a very good look on him.]
Do you not want me? [he cants his head in dan heng's direction.] Look at what you did to A-Heng.
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But that was a different time, and a different Dan Feng. This Dan Feng is frightening, and Jing Yuan does not want him at all.]
Dan Heng is fine, and you're disgusting.
[Jing Yuan grumbles, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He glances at Dan Heng, at Dan Feng, and at the door... The gears are turning.]
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an expression that begins as petulant indignation visibly slips more into wariness.]
What happened?
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[he smiles widely at jing yuan, deeply enjoying the look on his face. dan feng then slides gracefully off the bed. starts towards the door, barefoot.
To lock it.]
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Wait--
He has returned to how he was the first day, Dan Heng.
[So like. Go get the door before this dickhead can make things worse??]
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first off, dan heng is still injured. second, he's on the wrong side of the bed.
but jing yuan is trying to delay their bedmate, so he's darting for the door as best he can, injury be damned.]
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dan feng twists the hand in jing yuan’s grip abruptly, moving to dig his nails viciously into jing yuan’s forearm, trying to pull him close with a fanatical smile.
but he has enough peripheral awareness to at least whip out his tail, a little late, to try clothesline dan heng.]
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For now though he's letting himself be pulled on, because he's doing his best to distract. And also that's his not-busted forearm, so he'd rather it not get mangled too badly. He keeps his eyes on Dan Feng, but is still Aware of Dan Heng.]
Cease this tantrum, Dan Feng.
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[but dan feng’s pupils are huge like this. a different jing yuan is still jing yuan: he is unable to make the distinction. he sways close, his free hand crawling upwards to -
he pauses, eyes crinkling like he’d thought of something amusing. (jing yuan had always been careful to never have personal relationships, simply because dan feng had the tendency to slaughter them, just to see jing yuan’s face twist in despair.) his eyes slant towards where dan heng is crumpled against the wall.
that’s all the warning either of them are getting before he lunges for the other vidyadhara.]
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When it does, he reacts swiftly, scrambling off the bed to chase after Dan Feng.]
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[grabs at the nearest things- looks two tin cans of something - and throws them without hesitation and in quick succession: one aimed at dan heng’s head, the other aimed and jing yuan’s knee.]
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Leave him alone.
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unfortunately, he is not yet accustomed to his horns being a very physical, present target. the crack as the can strikes a horn is painfully loud.]
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he’s laughing as he goes down.]
Does it hurt, darling? [because his own horn breaking off was the worst pain he’d ever felt. a rotten tooth compounded a thousand, thousand times. a raw nerve scraped with dozens of knives. even now, the jagged stump was unbearable to touch.]
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Dan Heng! Are you--
[He'd say alright, but that's probably a stupid question.]
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That was your fault, a-Yuan, for letting me into your bed.
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It's gut-wrenching, and he doesn't know what to do besides clapping his good hand over Dan Feng's mouth to silence him. Dan Feng can lay there and enjoy seeing this Jing Yuan going through the earliest stages of breaking down, just like his own had done hundreds of years ago.]
When I let you up, you will leave this house. Do you understand me?
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I'm okay. General, don't let him- talk to you like-
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it shows in the way dan feng’s eyes crinkle in deranged joy up at jing yuan. he lifts his hands as best as he can in the universal gesture for surrender.]
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...Go.
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(his horn isn't broken, at least. but there's a chip now, with hairline fractures spidering out.)]
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I’ll see you soon, baobei.
[he picks up his boots. slants a triumphant smile at dan heng, tail curling happily behind him.] You too, my cute little successor. Do look for me when the pain starts being unbearable.
[and he actually leaves without further violence, in and out of this room.]
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When Dan Feng has gone (and they've heard the front door close), he grabs his hair ribbon from wherever he'd stashed it before bed and comes over to check Dan Heng's horn.]
We should tie this. Stabilise it, so the fractures don't spread.
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he's shaking, in that way that he couldn't force himself not to even if he was really aware of it, from the pain of his larger wound and the adrenaline and the bone deep agony in his horn. his breaths are forcibly even, but too deep and slightly too fast, dan heng trying so very hard to keep it together.]
...If you don't mind.
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[It's more than a little awkward, wrapping the ribbon around Dan Heng's horn and tying it. He's careful not to make it too loose or too tight, but it still takes longer than it ought to, since he's working with one busted arm.
Dan Heng seems so upset. He's in so much pain, and Jing Yuan is desperately wishing he could roll back the clock and keep him from ever encountering this horrible version of Dan Feng.]
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he twitches, grits his teeth. jing yuan is being achingly careful, but there's really no way to engage with his horn right now that doesn't make him want to scream with the pain lancing into his skull, so he leans against the wall and keeps forcing himself to breathe as even as he can.]
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At least he also chooses not to apologise. He doesn't want to hurt Dan Heng any more than he already has -- more than he has to even in this moment. He gets the ribbon tied as quickly as his fumbling will let him, then gently takes Dan Heng's hands to tug him towards the bed.]
Come and lie down. Would you like me to fetch a doctor of some kind?
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...Just painkillers, for now. Miss Bailu will probably know best.
[but he's scared to let jing yuan out of his sight. he's the one who let dan feng in, and he knows who his predecessor has the most interest in.]
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[He does unfortunately take his hands back, so he can go find whatever shitty otc painkillers they may have a bottle of.
He's very carefully staying calm, but internally he's thinking about the future, and all that could go wrong or right with it. Without any outward indication, the anxiety is rising into a choking, black cloud he can't see past at all.]
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She did mention knowing others with horns...
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[He comes back with a bottle and hands it to Dan Heng.]
Just don't take tips from Dan Feng, no matter what he says.
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...
[struggling. not to apologize.]
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...I should've kept you two apart from the beginning.
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Because that would have worked.
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Judging by his reactions, I may have been the first to encounter him. Rather than warn you or contain him, I... ran away.
Even if I wasn't the first, I was still a coward.
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[stops. reconsiders his words.]
You realize I also ran away from him, yes?
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You are not responsible for him. You should run.
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I'm the one who brought him inside.
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...And the one he loves.
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[This is quickly turning into an argument Jing Yuan doesn't actually want to have. He's pretty openly eyeing the door at this point.]
This is different.
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I don't particularly enjoy prying, but I may have to, at this point.
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Have you ever been in love, Dan Heng?
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ah we're going down that road.]
Not personally.
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closes it. he won't do either of them good if he's genuinely nasty about this.]
...I would have encountered him anyway. And I brought him back. His affection for you is stronger, but he is still interested in myself. So please don't bear this alone.
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And yet he did, and Dan Heng is trying so hard to drag him out of the emotional pit Dan Feng threw him into. But... he doesn't know how to let him do that. He's been bearing everything alone for far too long.
He can, at least, put his smile back on when he elects to lie.]
Alright, I hear you. Thank you, Dan Heng.
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[the wind goes right out of his sails. he doesn't know whether he should believe it. he doesn't know jing yuan well enough to contest it, not really.]
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[He tries to relax a little, and sighs softly.]
I am going to take a long shower, and then a nap in my own bed.
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...All right. Rest well, general.
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[And he walks out! At least he's just going down the hall. Y'know, so he can do his embarrassing crying in the shower where no one will hear him. Then he's gonna flop in his room and brood.]
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this and more questions remaining unanswered as he lays alone in his bed in unimaginable pain.]
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i am cur rently
ind isposed
so yu will need to co me to the glut tony resid enc
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see you soon (⁎ ⚈᷀᷁ ᴗ ⚈᷀᷁ ⁎)
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the doors are u nlocked. my room is at th eend of the hall.do not st eal any thing . I will know
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how
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you re too young to un derstsnd. mayb e when you’re olderno subject
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human tradition forbids it
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i have standardsno subject
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if you are this timeless infant pl ease kn ow I do not care
do not t ext while yo u are walking
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why would i walk when i can teleport
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yes
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why do y ou want to know?[if you turn him into a two week old dragon hatchling actually that sounds great]
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i wondered if age was a factor. that is all
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however i thank you for your worry. if i had a heart, i would undoubtedly be experiencing a warm feeling right now (◕‿◕)♡
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i am a heartless human baby
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[ the spoken words come from just outside Dan Feng's bedroom door. how long has he been there? it's a mystery~ ]
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something bangs against the door from the other side; dan feng had thrown a (thankfully) plastic bowl at it.]
Brat?
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[dan feng is not moving from his little blanket/pillow/clothing fort/nest/cocoon in the bed. he’s a good bit sicklier-looking than the last time they’ve spoken, and he’s buried under bedcover paraphernalia from the shoulders down.
he squirms to at least brace himself on an elbow, wincing.]
What is it?
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You look terrible.
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[the baby doesn’t need to see how awful of a state he’s in, so he does his best impression of a caterpillar.]
What were you delivering to me?
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These are fashion customs from a world named 'Earth'. I thought you might find it enriching.
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Come here. Let me see. Sit.
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Imbibitor Lunae: why would you s end me this
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[2 minutes later, after dropping his phone on his face, watching it bounce off the mattress and under his bed, and after fishing it out, all the while feeling a really absurd combination of happiness and suspicion,]
Imbibitor Lunae: it is fine
Imbibitor Lunae: i am not good at chatting, yuan’er
Imbibitor Lunae: general
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Jing Yuan: I did tell you I'd pay you attention if you behaved.
Jing Yuan: You've MOSTLY behaved, so here's your attention.
Jing Yuan: If it's like this, then you can't see or feel me, so it'll be easier to resist madness, right??
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Imbibitor Lunae: in every way possible
Imbibitor Lunae: i have wanted you for centuries
Imbibitor Lunae:
Imbibitor Lunae: i do not know what to say. i have never spoken to yuan'er like this over text
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Jing Yuan: It's your actions I wanted to work on.
[There's a brief pause, where he starts typing and deletes it several times.]
Jing Yuan: It's foolish of me, but I don't want to have to run from you.
Jing Yuan: Can't we try to build something new?
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Imbibitor Lunae: i am not your dan feng
Imbibitor Lunae: i will hurt you eventually
[is this what it feels like to be on the other side of denial. this is weird.]
Imbibitor Lunae: that is all i know
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Jing Yuan: I know that.
Jing Yuan: But I'm not your Jing Yuan either.
[There is EVEN MORE typing and stopping now. It goes for awhile before he finally sends just this:]
Jing Yuan: sorry
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Imbibitor Lunae: i miss you
Imbibitor Lunae: and yingxing
Imbibitor Lunae: and jing liu and bai heng
Imbibitor Lunae: i want to go home
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He takes a bit to work up to responding too. We're doing fine.]
Jing Yuan: me too
Jing Yuan: maybe thats why i cant leave you alone
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Imbibitor Lunae: rage, or the obsession, or the greed, or the madness, or
Imbibitor Lunae: all i have
Imbibitor Lunae: is the guilt
[he stops typing here. his hands are shaking too violently]
Imbibitor Lunae: hundreds of thousands of millions lost be cause I wasn't strgong enough
Imbibitor Lunae: i have nothing to offer you like this
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Jing Yuan: you have you
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Imbibitor Lunae:
Imbibitor Lunae: you need my services as an emanator?
Imbibitor Lunae: that is fine
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Jing Yuan: please return what's left of your brain to your thick skull
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Jing Yuan: 😾💔
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Jing Yuan: i like those
Jing Yuan: they're comfortable
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Imbibitor Lunae: do you think my robes were practical or comfortable in any way
[wait. wait they're actually talking. wai]
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Jing Yuan: I wear what I want and somehow I'm still a highly regarded leader 720 years on
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Imbibitor Lunae:
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[he is not typing cute aggression]
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Imbibitor Lunae: you already know what i feel about your face
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Jing Yuan: [grainy photo of a woodpecker]
Jing Yuan: this is loud
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Imbibitor Lunae: yingxings
Imbibitor Lunae: blades
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underpaid ipc dj: what the fuck?]
Imbibitor Lunae: it is the sentiment that counts
Imbibitor Lunae: what are you doing outside?
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Jing Yuan: taking a walk
Jing Yuan: enjoying nature
Jing Yuan: I was training earlier, so now I'm relaxing
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Imbibitor Lunae:
Imbibitor Lunae: maybe one day we can spar
Imbibitor Lunae: i have never
[start typing. stop typing.]
Imbibitor Lunae: mmmm
Imbibitor Lunae: maybe not
Imbibitor Lunae: maybe meditate together
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Jing Yuan: but I would like to spend time with you
Jing Yuan: very much
[They SHOULDN'T but y'know whatever. They can sit back to back.]
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Imbibitor Lunae: i loved it. i love you
Imbibitor Lunae:
Imbibitor Lunae: i need a moment
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Jing Yuan: take one
Jing Yuan: I'll be around when you can think straight
Jing Yuan: [two photos of fat squirrels, just to push his actual name and messages off the screen]
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Imbibitor Lunae: they are very round
Imbibitor Lunae: is that normal?
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Jing Yuan: how are you feeling?
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Imbibitor Lunae: i want to see you but i cannot
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Imbibitor Lunae: call me?
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CALLS HIM???]
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General?
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[source: trust me bro]
I am just incapa- indisposed at the moment.
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[he snaps it like the insult it is. there's a silence where he wants to say so many things like i've been in so much pain i threw up earlier because someone ate my tail or i'm hungry but i just ate and i think it's the other mouth do you have another mouth too or is it just a gluttony thing or yingxing isn't answering his phone. he hasn't changed one bit how many times did we have to drag him out of the forge or i just want to see you all the time but he doesn't say any of these because he doesn't know how to deal with a jing yuan whose concern did not have the edge of bereaved, tortured misery.]
No, I think I just caught something, honestly. Contagious.
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There's the sound of leaves crunching in the background, as Jing Yuan starts to angrily stomp his way back through the trees towards the cabins.]
I could ask your teammates.
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[wait where's he going WAI]
Where are you going now?
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[brace yourself you horrid creature]
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[shit wait now he just did.]
I am fine, General, go back to your stroll.
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HANGS UP ON HIM
he's coming over though]
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his balance issues have vanished in the morning, but the tightly bandaged tail he'd manifested for aphelios still could not be dissipated- he'd probably need to solve the hunger thing but he's been busy with soaking in jing yuan's attention to care.
he remembers, extremely belatedly, stumbling to lock the front door, that since his usual clothing was out drying from all the blood, and he refuses to wear whatever absurd excuses for clothing that were left to him by shadowpeaks- he is wearing the robes of his long-former office, a prize from the very first game here he'd died in.
his hair is unbound, his earrings nowhere in sight. the bandages are streaked with the rust brown of dried blood. he looks like he hasn't slept in ten thousand years. he absolutely cannot let jing yuan see him like this.]
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Leave!
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[He's using his most Authoritative Military Leader tone here.]
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I-
[if he draws the attention of the rest of the house, he knows himself too well- the chance that he would escalate would rise exponentially.
the lock tumbles loudly and the door cracks open. dan feng stays out of sight, hiding behind the door like a hatchling.]
As you can see- hear- I am fine, General.
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[And he's gotten Jing Yuan quite irritated, so he just shoves the door open further. He's still wearing the mwm outfit but that's not important right now. He is CONCERNED... and also, he'll feel a lot safer around Dan Feng if he keeps himself in the aggressive position.]
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fine. fine. this absurd tenacity from his cute yuan'er dan feng knew how to deal with.
he opens the door all the way, bracing himself for violence- and he stops short, staring at - what is jing yuan wearing?]
Why are you dressed like a harlot?
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It's what was provided when we arrived. What happened to you? You're a mess!
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dan feng is not looking at his face. he is looking at the swathe of skin visible down jing yuan's side, down to the cut of his hip. his fangs ache; he wants.]
Huh? [he blinks himself back to the conversation.] Er. Nothing happened. [good job being convincing.] Can you keep it down?
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I can lower my voice, but I won't listen to your nonsense. Let me take care of you a little, you old fool.
[If Dan Feng can scold him for not respecting Yingxing as his senior, Jing Yuan can call Dan Feng old.]
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[dan feng steps back, then, his actual tail curling up high behind him, the tip swaying lazy: I'm happy to see you.]
Come in, then. [he is carefully not looking at jing yuan's face. in fact, he turns away, showing him his back. if jing yuan can just ignore the hastily bandaged, suspiciously mangled tail below his intact one that will be great thanks. ] Tea?
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He resists. Mainly because he has a better sense of decorum than that but also because he is very much looking at the extra mangled tail.]
Yes, thank you. How did you get hurt?
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My- room is at the end of the hall. The only open door. [it's a mess but.] Let us not talk of it here.
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Alright. Lead the way, then.
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This way.
[off he goes, completely, unsettlingly silent on bare feet.]
Shoes off before you come in.
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He just. Pauses at the door and looks down at his thigh-high boots and his still-busted arm...]
...Do I have to?
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and then he gracefully goes down to his knees to start unlacing his boots.]
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help how is he supposed to just stand here and look down at Dan Feng and not DIE?????]
...Thank you...?
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he can feel his ears heat so like. wait patiently sir.]
You are welcome. [the throatiness was there before ok it is not because of this.]
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R-Right... hmm.
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okay.]
These are so impractical. [he says, carefully even, even if his hands are shaking visibly as he stands back up. his mouth is a thin line across the paleness of his face.] Dan Heng helped you into them, then?
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[He should probably lie about that, given Dan Feng's expression, but what's the point? He's mad, not stupid, and the other reminders of Dan Heng are still there -- the freshly re-darkened marks on Jing Yuan's skin and the lingering scent of him.]
We should consider blindfolding you. It helps Jingliu.
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jing yuan will be able to see dan feng's pupils immediately constrict into slits, and he looks at jing yuan, almost helplessly, for a long moment, before he reaches behind himself and digs his fingers violently into the bandaged gouges on that tail.]
One moment. [he whispers, turning around to rummage through the mess of medical supplies on a rickety desk, looking for more bandages to use as a blindfold.]
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It hasn't stopped being heartbreakingly surreal to see him solid and alive. The grief is sharp in his chest.]
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Ah. [he turns back around, holding his heavy sleeves close, a motion borne from centuries of accidentally knocking things off desks.] That does help.
I can still smell him on you, but we smell mostly the same, so that is fine. You can come in.
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Thank you. Will you tell me what happened?
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Aphelios was hungry.
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I did kill him. [in a quieter voice:] It is not the first time someone has sought me for such.
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[He may as well admit his crime...]
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Ow! I was very angry at you at the time, you know!
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Stop. Stop, give me a - give me another moment. [the tail retreats, and obediently drapes over dan feng's lap. he inhales.]
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[Dan Feng is not wrong. This is doomed to be messy at best. It's stupid. Jing Yuan should be staying as far away as possible. But...]
But I am selfish. I watched my Dan Feng die. I stood by and let him go-- It is folly, but I cannot bear to let you go too. Even Dan Heng understands that, and refused to condemn it.
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Next thing you would tell me is that he has reconciled with Blade.
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[His laugh is soft, tired, and tinged with sorrow, but there's a cautious affection in it, too.]
But who knows? There is more reason in him, too, than he's been given credit for.
...Unfortunately, the reasonable part of him is just as infuriating as his old self ever was.
[And the grumpy pout on Jing Yuan's face is exactly the same as when he was a boy, frustrated by being bested by Yingxing.]
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Sit next to me?
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[He comes and perches on the edge of the bed, on alert for signs of danger but still very much willing to be close. Despite his better judgement.]
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[he leans in, reaches into the crumpled bedding, to retrieve a-
hunting knife.
he points it at jing yuan for about two seconds longer than he has to, before flipping it deftly in his hand and holding it, handle out, to him.]
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He tenses while the knife is in Dan Feng's hand, ready to flee. But then he flips it, and Jing Yuan takes it with a sigh of relief. Good. No violence just yet.]
What do you want me to do with this?
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[he shrugs, looking way too comfortable for someone who just gave the love of his life carte blanche to give him grievous injury.]
But do give it back when you leave, I like how it handles.
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[That's understandable -- giving it to Jing Yuan, anyway. Because this one has no reason or desire to use it.]
I'm glad you have it. I'd rather not see you hurt more than necessary.
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Anyway. Do not fault little Aphelios for the- meal. He was very shy about it. I heard he spent the night at Sloth?
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[But still. Look at that mess of a tail.]
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[there is a lingering but floating in the air there.]
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[He can FIGURE IT OUT. The math is easy.]
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not say anything. and not look at jing yuan. actually what if he just pretended to be a sentient bedsheet.]
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[this man.
sets the knife on the floor and then reaches over and PINCHES DAN FENG'S CHEEKS]
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Ah-ah-ah! [swatting at jing yuan's hand hello?????] I did not even say anything!
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Exactly why I am pinching you. Silence will not deter me, Dan Feng!
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[it's all muffled, on account of the cheek pinching may lan dropkick you jing yuan]
I don't know! Maybe! I've been hungry since I first arrived!
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Den Feng.
[He lets go of his cheek, at least!]
Hungry for what? Does it have to be a person's flesh, or shall I hunt you something?
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[he covers his face with one of his sleeves. muffled:]
It is craving alcohol.
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The odds of finding something like baijiu here are astronomically low, isn't it.
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[he shrugs, and glances over at the doorway...]
...You'd have to help me with my boots again, though.
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You know I do not mind helping you into or out of anything. [he cants his head slightly in jing yuan's direction.] But there is no rush.
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[dan feng wishes he could say the same. he is, of course, happy to share the same cubic standard units of air with jing yuan, but he doesn't quite remember how to have conversations with him that weren't emotionally or physically fraught with pain.
he's too old to be awkward about it though.]
The last thing I remember before waking up here: I found another animal that reminded me of you. It was called a polar bear cub. Very, [he shapes an imaginary ball... thing... with ears... with his hands.] round.
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Yes.
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Where?
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specifically, his massive assets.]
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Dan Feng.
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It was not just those, you brat. I found the cub asleep, under all that snow, all cozy. You used to do that, too, with my sleeves.
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[Although being reminded of himself at that age makes him blush a bit -- as does hearing Dan Feng laugh. Hopefully it's subtle enough to be blocked by the gauze.]
It was comfortable.
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You grew up so quickly.
[he sounds wistful. a little far away, but not in the way madness lies.]
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[But despite being so old, a big part of Jing Yuan still wants to fall asleep under Dan Feng's sleeves. He misses feeling that safe and at peace.]
Day 6.
Not in being a menace.
But in being a dragon.
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[ that's a stupid question. ]
No. What do you want?
I'm not putting myself in that position.
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You are so useless.Get me a hunting knife.
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I have kids and a mate to take care of.
And I can't have you asking me to do something stupid and reckless
whenever you want.
Fine.
Will a machete do?
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This is a really odd place to take your family on vacation.
But yes. A machete will do nicely. You may have your owner pass it on to me if you'd like
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not my real kids.
Greed.
Haven't you noticed it's mostly kids? [ and bailu?? ]
My 'owner' is who I want to talk to you about.
I want to help him nest.
I'd like pointers.
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I only care about exactly one person here you know.[gotta maintain the image or whatever.]
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[ whatever you've got to tell yourself. ]
[ there is a lapse in replies, because
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What,
married?!
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No, you're not.
[ dan feng can hear him WHEEZE from across the cul-de-sac. ]
It's that serious?
I need to ask him to marry me?
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You young people! Back in my day we would not even have thought of considering a mate without the intention of matrimony
Is Neuvillette a mere dalliance for you
He seems delicate. Do not play with him like that
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I just… we only…
This is all new!
I wanted to do something nice for him.
My intention was not to ‘play with him’.
Neuvillette means a great deal to me.
If you’re the expert…
then help me.
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Perhaps you are not as useless as I thought after all
Nests are a personal preference. I suggest only providing materials and letting him arrange them. Do not make one on your own
How attached are you to that coat of yours
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Alright. I’m actually out looking for materials now.
I was told to look out for soft and fluffy materials.
Furs, too.
Maybe cotton stuffing and plush toys.
[ stares at the phone at the mention of his coat, because he has a brief flashback of neuvillette asking for it if he’d won their little gaming session. ]
He wants it, doesn’t he…
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It is not the materialHe will want things that make him feel safe
Ergo
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Some of my clothes then.
Anything else I should know?
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Do you mean to tell me not only you are nesting out of wedlock but also you did not eVEN KNOW THE MOST IMPORTANT BIOLOGICAL MARKER FOR NESTING1/3
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opening his window...]
Doors. Do you know how to use them?
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I hadn’t finished, no, I barely started getting things, so I can’t come in through the front empty handed. But that’s besides the point right now.
What are you talking about, gestation period? [ he’s kidding right? ] How?
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Why do you think it is called a nest, you incompetent excuse for a betrothed?
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You love him very much, don't you?
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do you need a snickers? ]
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[dan feng gives him an amused look, but he crosses the room, to his desk, reaching for a shitty red colored pencil and paper.]
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I don't want to mess this up.
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[scribbling...] Soft items, soft fabrics, maybe if you can get furs of some sort?
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You’re right. Our jobs back home make having a relationship difficult, but beside that I’m not going to live as long as Neuvillette. I’m only human. Even knowing this he’s decided to date me. [ he’s lucky. ] Which is why, despite knowing next to nothing about any of this, I’m still going to make what time we have together count.
[ he goes over to the desk and picks up the broken pencil. ] You’ve already helped me plenty. What can I help you with? Are you speaking from experience? [ what did the lion do to you? ]
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I was like your dear Iudex once. I loved a man who would live but a tenth of my lifespan, and we lived in a present bracketed by my loneliness. [he sways into wriothesley's space, voice going soft. quiet.] And when he left me, I could not bear it. I did not bear it. I snuffed out hundreds of thousands of millions of lives because I loved him too much to let him go.
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I have wanted to ruin you in all the ways possible for centuries, Jing Yuan.
[he says this matter-of-factly, like he’s discussing the weather. when he goes back to removing jing yuan’s other boot, he leans in dangerously close to jing yuan’s crotch, so close that his breath condenses on the material.
this is all, of course, happening in the front doorway, so good luck with that.]
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[Must he be this way at the front door though? The proximity makes Jing Yuan blush but the location makes him very nervous.]
But please wait til we've made it to your bed.
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he takes off his boots, too, and neatly parks their shoes at the door. if valencia got angry at him he would once again lose heater privileges and he does not like that.]
You should really look for more sensible boots.
[picking his way through the living room... to the hall... scratching at the tag at the back of his sweater...]
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[He doesn't mind the ass grope, at least. In fact it makes his breath stall for a moment and his face turn just a shade brighter pink. He follows along after Dan Feng, staying close and preparing himself for whatever might happen once they go through that bedroom door.]
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the important thing is: as soon that door closes behind jing yuan, he is getting crushed against it, dan feng pressing against him, one long, sinuous line of heat from hip to chest. both hands slide into his hair, fisting at the roots, to pull him down, so dan feng can claim his mouth with animal need.]
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the decision is too difficult for his lizard hindbrain, and he whines wordlessly, rucking up jing yuan's sweater up under his armpits.]
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One thing at a time. I'm not going anywhere.
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he's very squirmy under jing yuan's hands.] But I want you now.
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[Time to peel off that compression top then!!]
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[he does cooperate better, though, removing his top with fluid grace. it catches on his ponytail, and there's an ominous rumble before dan feng snaps the hair tie. off the shirt goes into some corner of his room he will worry about later!
dan feng has been frozen in one moment in time for far longer than he'd been yaoshi's emanator, and it shows in the unnatural, symmetrical perfection of his body: almost like a doll's, inhabited by a revolving door of prisoners. it's marred, now, by the gluttony brand on his nape, and by several bruises on his ribs and shoulders.
his hands crawl up into the cutouts on the sides of jing yuan's top again.]
This infernal - thing - I wanted to tear it off the first time I saw it on you -
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Jing Yuan is still bruised, too. Mostly they're week-old, yellow-green stains on his skin across his shoulders and the side of his face -- those also belong to Dan Feng. There are a few that belong to Blade's fists too, equally old. But the fresh ones are all Dan Heng's: the love bites and faint impressions of fingers on his hips that barely peek out from the waistband of his jeans.]
Don't actually tear it. Do take it off.
[He murmurs, content, shivering at Dan Feng's touch and running his hands greedily up his back.]
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I can smell him on you. [he inhales in the crook of jing yuan's neck, and when he pulls back, his pupils are enormous, golden coins against a thin ring of blue.] I like it? [he sounds confused, and to deal with said confusion, goes back to mauling jing yuan's neck.]
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[His voice has gone hoarse with desire, as the bites on his neck make him gasp. They hurt, a third layer of bruise over two layers of Dan Heng, but it's a pleasant enough hurt to keep him flushed and holding Dan Feng close.]
Good. I want you both.
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[dan feng would have rambled about how it's probably because:
a) jing yuan had conceded this battle, and dan feng had won
b) dan heng lives in a very confusing box in dan feng's head, labelled 'mine' and 'part of me' and 'actually me?' and 'family' and 'i want to fight him' and 'i want to fold him in half' and 'extremely aggravating'
c) jing yuan is in his arms and his taste is in dan feng's mouth and that is basically enough to make dan feng compliant with anything.
however he is very busy with biting kisses down jing yuan's chest, his abs - he's going down to his knees, hands fumbling with jing yuan's fly.]
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You're cute when you're this excited, you know.
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I have never been called cute in all of my lives. [The sheer offence in his voice is ruined by how rough it is. Dan Feng cups Jing Yuan through his jeans just on the edge of painful, in retaliation, really Jing Yuan, don't provoke the guy whose sharp everything is inches away from your dick.]
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It was a compliment, you--
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[It's mumbled, though, against his waistband, and Dan Feng continues to be cute by undoing the button and- looking right up at Jing Yuan, as he tugs the zipper down with his teeth, hands braced heavy against his hips.]
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He isn't sure if that was a "cease arguing" or "cease the compliments" or a general "shut up" so he just. Puts his hands over his face to semi-hide how red it is.]
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He stops, mouth open, as Jing Yuan's finally freed from that constraint, visibly taken aback.]
Oh. [He tilts his head back to look up at Jing Yuan's face, then back down to his cock. Nudges at it with a cheekbone.] Big.
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He peeks from between his fingers to see Dan Feng's face, shivering at the slight touch.]
All of me is big.
[He says with a slightly pouty tone. Why wasn't he born a cute small animal...]
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Luckily, I love all of you.
[He says, before tucking his hair behind a pointed ear and leaning in to lick a delicate wet stripe up Jing Yuan's cock, from root to head, enveloping the tip with his mouth, like he's trying the taste.]
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He leans in, fangs carefully tucked behind his lips; he's only halfway down Jing Yuan's shaft when the head hits the back of his throat. A hand then reaches out, blindly, for Jing Yuan's on the door, to drag it towards the top of Dan Feng's hair.
Specifically, to his whole horn, to wrap Jing Yuan's hand around it. Dan Feng would be flushed down to his collarbones, when he mimes pushing his own head down, towards Jing Yuan's groin.]
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But he's being told what Dan Feng wants, and it is incredibly hot to see him with Jing Yuan buried in his mouth. He rubs his thumb along his horn for a moment, then takes a slow breath before using it to yank Dan Feng forward til his nose is nestled in the coarse white hair at the base of his cock. He gasps at the feeling of sliding into his throat, and loosens his hand on his mouth just enough to quietly mumble at him.]
You look... so good like that...
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He moans around Jing Yuan, then starts fucking himself on his cock, keeping eye contact the entire time, like he's waiting for Jing Yuan's approval.]
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No. Not like this. [His hands dig nails painfully into Jing Yuan, raking red lines down his hipbones.] Be good for me and let me ride you.
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If that's how you want it...
noooo i thought i sent this tag
[He leans in to kiss the marks he'd left, first, before he gets to his feet. He's flushed red nearly all the way down to his chest, and he stares at Jing Yuan for a moment - before reaching to take both of his hands, to bully him towards the bed.]
unintentional crimes
That's surprisingly adorable of you.
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[This time he sounds less imperious and more... unsure? Bewildered? And he angles himself away when he undresses, finally putting a name to what he's feeling: self-conscious.]
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[He settles comfortably onto the bed, watching Dan Feng finish undressing with no shame at all.]
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Is that what you like? [He doesn't think anyone would have called him, specifically, cute at all. But for Jing Yuan he could be anything.] Cute things? I... [He squirms a little.] do not know how... to be cute.
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[Scotting a little closer, he reaches over to place a hand on Dan Feng's cheek, leaning in to kiss him on the forehead.]
You just are, by your nature. But cuteness alone is not "what I like", in any case... I like people who are both very cute and very strong. Like Dan Heng, and like you.
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[Grumbly, but tempered with the fact that there's no flare of violent jealousy. The forehead kiss pleases him immensely, though, and he climbs into Jing Yuan's lap, bracketing his thighs with his own.]
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But I am naked in your bed, no? Right now, I am all yours to play with.
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All of this for me. [He walks two fingers up Jing Yuan's sternum, and his hand makes a detour to get a good grope at a pec in, before he grinds down on his cock, flush against the slick of Dan Feng's vent.]
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Ah-- Mmhmm. As much as you want me, however you want me.
[Within limits of course, but right now Dan Feng is focused on the enjoyable part and Jing Yuan would rather not water down his dirty talk.]
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He pushes Jing Yuan down, into the pillows, a look of raw hunger on his face, like he's the only creature worth anything in the universe.]
Do you promise? [He slicks a hand between his legs, and wraps it around Jing Yuan's cock, stroking him with a practised hand.]
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Do not injure me. Or stop me from walking away after. But... aside from that, I will take what you give me.
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[His own cocks are barely out, but he's already raising his hips, holding Jing Yuan's length in place so he can lower himself on it. He needs the stretch, the burn of it, so that he would feel Jing Yuan inside of him for days--]
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...Kiss me.
[That's his only request -- the emotional intimacy along with the physical pleasure.]
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When he slots their lips together, he tries to say what he can't: I think I have loved you all your life. I want to stay. Please shelter me. I don't know how not to hurt you. I'm sorry.
He doesn't realize he's crying. Maybe he doesn't care. It's hard to think at this point, reduced to a creature of sensation and need.]
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He has no doubt now, and that both highlights the wrongness between them and makes it certain that Jing Yuan will never, ever be able to truly let go. That love binds him more tightly than any physical chain could.
He's not sure how to express that, or if he even should. For now, he just puts as much warm and gentle affection into the kiss as he can, as he rocks his hips up into Dan Feng until there's no space left between them at all.]
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He didn't think that the emotional intimacy would be such a factor, but the more Jing Yuan claims him, the hotter he feels. Relaxes, his cocks slick and hard against Jing Yuan's belly. Until he has to break the kiss and pull back just enough to pant wetly against Jing Yuan's mouth.]
You feel so good. [Mumbled, dazed, like he doesn't quite understand what's happening.] Aeons, Jing Yuan.
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So do you.
[He lets go of Dan Feng's hips entirely to put both hands on his face, pressing their foreheads together.]
Do you want to stay up there or should I take over?
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...No. [He pushes himself upright, chin tipping up with a haughty arrogance that was all Imbibitor Lunae. It doesn't quite land, because he still has that sex-drunk look on his face.] Stay there. [Petting his way up Jing Yuan's wrists as he starts rocking his hips in earnest.] ...hold my hands. Please.
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[As soon as Dan Feng starts to move Jing Yuan gasps, flopping back fully into the pillows as his breath stutters. Aeons that feels amazing. He squeezes Dan Feng's hands for a moment before dragging one up to his face so he can kiss his fingertips.]
I'm here.
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Oh. [He blinks.] A present?
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this wouldn't be the first time he was hit with a chair. ]
A present. Follow me.
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Are you giving me another blade? [He asks, closing the door behind him, and following Wriothesley with the self-assurance of a man used to being a predator.]
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... what are you doing?
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I want to kill someone.
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[ there is a map that makes no sense in there. like it was cut and clipped back together with spots from all different places in real and ‘fake’ worlds. a flashlight. and an airhorn. ]
I got you a metal bat.
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Wriothesley. [He reaches over to him... to fasten his seatbelt for him.] If you wanted to get me killed there are easier ways. Just so you know.
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And then reaches out to pat him on the cheek, indulgent.]
Whatever you say. [Kind of bad form for Wriothesley to think Dan Feng would believe him so easily, but Dan Feng really was itching for violence, and was willing to take any kind that came his way.] Lead the way. If you die, I'm taking your coat.
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[ he climbs out and his double hands him the metal bat from the back seat, which he offers to dan feng as he rounds the truck. ]
We can still go somewhere else. [ he motions to a small cluster of houses. ] And if you want to try to kill me… [ he has his double. ]
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[The amount of childish excitement on his face in anticipation of killing things - with a chance of being killed, himself - is Absolutely Not Normal. He takes a picture of the hospital, fiddles with his phone.
And he then hefts the bat and tests the weight - by swinging it at the clone, telegraphing the way he's going to stop the swing well before it hits.]
Not bad. Thank you.
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I have your back. [Faintly amused, and just following Wriothesley inside, almost docile.]
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You aren't squeamish at all!
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What is teabagging?
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Hello?
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My question first.
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It is a victory gesture. One would repeatedly crouch on the enemy's corpse. The teabag is the person's scrotum, physically or symbolically. Who taught you this.
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Consider yourself teabagged.
[ uwu nuzzles you ]
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You should not be learning such obscene drivel!
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Oh...? What's this?
[ reaches across to tap Dan Feng's cheek with his other ear ]
Is the capricious boomer's protective side showing~?
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I am capable of infanticide just so you know.
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That is very sweet, Mister Boomer.
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Just tell me so I can kill them.
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Am I not soft enough?
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What are these things coming out of your mouth. Cease.
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[ bites him ]
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again, he blinks up at the boomer. his eyes shimmer.
thus far, Envy's powers have proved immeasurably useful, whether the objective is deception, escape, or simply to convey a message.
basic cosmetics and glitter text suffice, usually. ]
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the boomer killed his own teammate, in a situation that did not warrant the act.
and now the boomer has threatened infanticide.
a serious, deadly threat.
humans would describe the act as "heartless".
devoid of empathy. devoid of remorse.
this act, Gowther can understand.
if he must retaliate seriously -- then so be it. ]
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ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ʏᴏᴜ.
ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ.
ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴜᴛᴛᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅs,
ᴀs ɪ sᴛᴏᴏᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ,
ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ sʟᴇᴇᴘ?
ᴅᴀɴ ғᴇɴɢ.
ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ғᴏʀɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ?
ᴊᴜsᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ʟᴏsᴛ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʙʏ ɴᴏᴡ?
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He pushes Gowther away - only to lift a hand, to try and backhand him across the face.]
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the text disappears. Gowther lays in a heap on the floor.
is he gonna try again? ]
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Do not test me.
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Ah! Judging by the series of expressions decorating your face... I have touched on a spot of unresolved trauma, perhaps...?
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dan heng: Why was there a peace offering on our porch?
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Imbibitor Lunae: It is for a-Yuan
Imbibitor Lunae: Did he like it
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Imbibitor Lunae: Panthera leo, if I remember correctly
Imbibitor Lunae: He is very handsome. I want to make him cry
Imbibitor Lunae: I want to make him scream
Imbibitor Lunae: Can we have dinner together
Imbibitor Lunae: Oh
Imbibitor Lunae: Yes, he is angry because I pulled his tail...
Imbibitor Lunae: I don't understand. He is so finicky
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dan heng: I realize this may come across as absurd, but please hear me out.
dan heng: Did you apologize for hurting him?
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dan heng: Because you care about him.
dan heng: And you upset him.
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Imbibitor Lunae: But why should I apologize for that
Imbibitor Lunae: He should be used to it
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dan heng: And he shouldn't get used to it.
dan heng: He isn't the Jing Yuan you tormented.
dan heng: You should get used to showing him some shred of respect.
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Imbibitor Lunae: Least of all Yuan'er
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Imbibitor Lunae: I GAVE ALL MY LIFE IN THEIR SERVICE AND W WWH AT DID I GET IN RETURN
Imbibitor Lunae: THE ABUNDANCE CAN TTAKE THEM
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Imbibitor Lunae: THEY ARE ALL THE SAME
Imbibitor Lunae: THEY ARE ALL THE SAME
Imbibitor Lunae: THEY ARE ALL THE SAME
Imbibitor Lunae: THEY ARE ALL THE SAME
Imbibitor Lunae: THEY ARE ALL THE SAME
Imbibitor Lunae: THEY ARE ALL THE SAME
Imbibitor Lunae: THEY ARE ALL THE SAME
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dan heng: Stop it, Dan Feng.
dan heng: Breathe.
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Imbibitor Lunae: please
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Dan Heng. [He sounds as distraught and deranged as his texting.] Dan Heng. I can't. [He inhales, breath rattling.]
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[voice low and even, not conveying his own tension.]
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Tell me something. Anything. I need to stop thinking.
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I've begun keeping my own records here. On the Express, I manage the data bank, you see. It's the kind of work I took up to make myself useful when fleeing Blade.
There are the community efforts to keep records in place, of course, and I'm not so people-minded that I'm willing to coordinate, though I am making an effort to keep a backup of their work just in case. My own, though, I've been continuing in my notebook from home.
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What is the most interesting so far, that you have found?
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[He hums, his breathing slowing.] You have a calming voice.
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I'm glad I'm able to help.
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[brain dial up noises]
Huh?
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Why?
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Oh. [There is a long, awkward silence from his end.] I... do not know what to say. To that.
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Bewildered:] All right. Tell me what to do, then.
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I don't understand why Jing Yuan is angry at me.
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Imbibitor Lunae: ANSWER ME
Imbibitor Lunae: ANSWER ME
Imbibitor Lunae: ANSWER ME
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done..........
Imbibitor Lunae: Do you also want birds xiaoheng
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dan heng: Have you settled down a little?
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Imbibitor Lunae: But you know I will ask again eventually
Imbibitor Lunae: I will rememememmember
[typing bubble...]
Imbibitor Lunae: I need a bit
[ten minutes later]
Imbibitor Lunae: It comes and goes. Kafka has to calm me usually
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dan heng: But it was not fun or attractive.
dan heng: Thank you for trying.
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Imbibitor Lunae: Change the subject
Imbibitor Lunae: All right...
Imbibitor Lunae: What do I do about a-Yuan
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[Dan Feng goes willingly, even though his face scrunches up with a mix of disgust and thinly veiled interest.]
We are not. [INHALES. He tries to convey having sex to Belial through sheer force of will. Please be merciful.] We are not doing that in the cold.
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[ Belial's tugging him toward Wrath's place, anyway. It's Dan Feng's turn to see the inside of his room. ]
Day 15 morning
Jing Yuan: I would like to speak to you, if you'll allow it.
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Jing Yuan: I hurt you more than I intended to yesterday.
Jing Yuan: I want to apologise for that.
Jing Yuan: May I see you in person?
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Imbibitor Lunae: There is no cause for apology, General.
Imbibitor Lunae: Where do you wish to meet?
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Jing Yuan: The old theater, perhaps?
Jing Yuan: It's neutral, but we should have privacy enough.
Jing Yuan: I would not object to your house, but I think it would be unwise to invite you here at this exact moment.
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[It's not that far of a walk at all, but while the game's injuries have healed, Dan Feng has gotten what's coming to him after trying to murder Megumi, so he's still beat up to shit. Coupled with a sleepless, exhausted night- he'll take. A while. To get himself together.]
Imbibitor Lunae: I will see you then. Be safe.
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[He doesn't mind the extra time. He wouldn't have argued about being told no, either. Dan Feng deserves some space if he wants it, after all. But he can't help being anxious anyway, imagining all the ways the relationship might have broken already, and all the ways he might fuck it up worse today.
He wants to try, though, so he arrives early and patiently waits, trying and failing not to pace.]
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General. [Coming up to him and stopping a polite ten feet away.]
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Please don't call me that...
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[Today in Jing Yuan Finds Out Further How Fucked Up This Dynamic Is.
Dan Feng really wants to throw himself at Jing Yuan and hold him and really it would have been better for him if he had never known how firm Jing Yuan embraces him and.]
Good morning.
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[It is SO fucked up. Jing Yuan leans against the ticket counter, folding his arms to stop himself from reaching for Dan Feng. It's all so... messy. Unhealthy. He shouldn't let himself get so wound up in it, when it's destined to hurt him -- in the worst case, he could be entirely destroyed by it. And yet just the act of standing a few feet apart when he wants to hold Dan Feng close is making him feel desperately cold.]
I know you said there's no reason to apologise, but that isn't true. You're keeping a distance from me, so... I am sorry for hurting you. I know better than to let my temper get away from me like that.
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[Was that the right thing to say? Internally, Dan Feng is panicking: maybe Jing Yuan wanted it to hurt? Should he grovel? He was very good at that.
He makes an aborted motion to come closer, but he's waiting for the other shoe to drop.]
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[He spots that little motion, and in response he tentatively holds a hand out in offering.]
Come here?
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It's a little pathetic how quickly he goes, eager to get back into Jing Yuan's good graces. He carefully does not think how similar this is to how he'd do anything to pacify his preceptors, or the Vidyadhara.]
Yes? [He stops, just shy of arms' length. Closer like this, it's impossible to miss the mottled bruising up his jaw, or the way he's moving the bare minimum.] What is it?
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What I said yesterday was true, but... I had not intended it as an insult. Your weakness is not inherent to who you are, and you needn't punish yourself for succumbing to the damage your preceptors did to you.
To tell the truth, as angry as I am that you made Bailu doubt herself, I am much more angry at them for making you so critical of yourself. I don't like hearing you act as if all that happened to you was the consequence of you not holding yourself to a strict enough standard. It is not your fault. Not entirely, at the very least.
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It is the nature of my being, Jing Yuan. My very face has been molded to the regulations of the Imbibitor Lunae. Holding myself to that standard was my purpose. [He inhales, as if gathering himself.]
You were right. I was... afraid. For Bailu. To walk in my footsteps is something I would not have wanted for Baiheng's legacy.
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[He adjusts his hand away from those bruises. Dan Feng is only getting gentleness from him right now.]
I have done all I can to shield her from your fate. I only wish someone had done that for you. You could have been Imbibitor Lunae without stripping you of your personhood.
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You - and the rest of the Quintet... helped. [He fidgets, chasing Jing Yuan's hand, like one of his finches, only very large, and full of homicidal tendencies.] If not for you all, I suspect I would have forgotten my own name, at some point. [Frown?? Seems like he's feeling bold enough to be petulant.] Stop moving your hand.
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[He does, however, wish to tease him. Instead of touching the bruises he's now just repeatedly poking Dan Feng's face wherever there's a clear space. Pokepokepoke. :3]
I am glad that we helped. I hope to be helpful in the future, too.
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...I do not like not being in your favor. How do I fix it.
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[He ceases the poking in favour of leaning in for a forehead kiss. Dan Feng is a lump and Jing Yuan is genuinely worried about losing him, so he's clinging in his own also-fucked-up way.]
Stay close to me, gege.
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I love you too. [Internal keysmash??????????????????????????] Do I have to apologize to.. . your team.
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[He's reassured by this attention, and reacts by gently hugging Dan Feng close and pressing his face to the side of his head, careful of the horns.]
But not right now. There's no one here but us.
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I missed you. It was only a day; it should not have been so awful, it should have been barely the blink of an eye. But I find it harder to suffer your disappointment rather than your glaive.
[This is a really damning weakness to confirm to someone like Jing Yuan, but Dan Feng is tired, and wants to be happy for once.]
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He weathers that tight grip without complaint, returning it as much as he can without causing harm, and lays a soft kiss on the tip of one long ear.]
I felt horrible as soon as I said it. I thought you wouldn't want to see me, so I gave it some time, but... I missed you too. I could barely sleep, thinking I'd ruined things.
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You could never ruin things. [Yes he can, but Dan Feng was extremely new to having someone feel sorry for him. Or to having his emotions actually acknowledged. He tips his head down, trying to hide how pleased he is, but the way his newly-un-rottened tail literally wags behind him betrays him.] A-Yuan, I love you, you could never. If you were to lose sleep on my behalf I would rather it be because we- I- uhm. [he shuts up, oops, ok he's Normal.]
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You have a standing invitation for that, you know.
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Honestly I would just like to wake up with you in the morning but that is also fine.
[He says all this in one breath and then covers his face with both hands.]
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I would be more than happy to simply sleep beside you, of course. But... Since you brought it up, I thought it appropriate to remind you my body is available to you. Perhaps next time I'll tell you all the things I like...
[He can't help being a slut if it's going to get such adorable reactions out of Dan Feng. He simply cannot. Look at this dragon.]
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We are outside! [And the theatre is deserted and dark inside but the point is that. Dan Feng looks around furtively and looks back at Jing Yuan. Looks at his mouth. Looks back up at his eyes. Help.] I, do you want. What do you want? I would like to learn.
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[Especially in Sloth with the CATS. Still, in the name of being quiet (and murdering his darling) he takes Dan Feng's hands, laces their fingers together, and leans in to whisper in his ear.]
I want to be held down and taken, until all I can feel is how much you love me.
[And then he straightens up and leans back like he didn't just say something incredibly lewd.]
But that's for later, hmm? Right now, you could just take a nap with me.
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Dan Feng makes a sound like a squeaky toy being stepped on, and he chases Jing Yuan's hands with his own, because if he didn't hold on to something, he felt like he'd float away.
When did this happen? When did his Yuan'er become so shameless? He can't help but imagine it, Jing Yuan trusting and pliant and out of his mind with pleasure under him and-]
Uh? [????????????? ??? ? ? ??? You expect him to say anything coherent?????] Here? I, we could go inside? [He does need sleep, but he also needs to never let go of Jing Yuan.]
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[He is just oozing catlike smugness now. His tail is waving slowly and his smirk is self-satisfied as can be.]
Come cuddle with me. With a face as cute as the one you're making, I can't help but want to smother you with affection.
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[This would be a lot more threatening if Dan Feng hadn't laced their hands (imagine that. Holding hands. He didn't even need to die for this. Imagine that!!!) together, trying to shoulder him towards the theatre proper doors, like someone would spot them thinking lewd thoughts such as cuddling.]
I am not cute. I have never been called such a juvenile term. [Ineffectual glaring.] Why are you like this.
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[He laughs about it though, happily going along as prompted.]
As for me, all I am is the result of the four of you... Except perhaps my legendary wit.
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The theatre he's bullying Jing Yuan into is ominously playing something that involves a serial killer and copious amounts of fog, at a glance. The seats are stained with something Dan Feng does not want to know, but they look... passable, aside from that.]
You are more shameless than Baiheng! [He whisper-yells, even though they're the only ones in there.] You were the cute one! You were smaller than me!
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[Alas, he could not be cute and small forever. He wishes he could've.]
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Sits down. Pats his lap, and opens his arms expectantly. Fuck the burns and bruises and whatever.]
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Calling you gege brought back a lot of memories, hmm? Did you like it that much?
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I do. It reminds me of a time when I was able to protect you.
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[He gets comfortable there in Dan Feng's arms -- he may be bigger now, and far less innocent or energetic, but he's still the same fluffball at core. His presence isn't all that different, nor is the way he turns into a happy puddle when held.
"I wish I could've protected you in turn", he thinks but doesn't say. He's too content to ruin the mood.]
Should I say it more often?
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Yes. [One of his hands spasm on Jing Yuan's thigh.] It- helps. Yuan'er does not call me that.
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[He's absolutely enjoying being a bully right now. The reactions are worth every moment.
He puts his hands on Dan Feng's face, and leans in to press their foreheads together.]
I love you, Feng-ge~♥︎
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Shameless! [Hissed! He's trying to stay indignant but he can't stop his mouth from twitching into a not-smile.] I. I love you too. May I kiss you?
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[He laughs softly, staying close but letting Dan Feng make his move. It's important for Dan Feng to make decisions and have agency when he's being good, and Jing Yuan just likes feeling wanted.]
DAY 15 nsfw !!
Tell me you want this as badly as I do.
[He's already pawing at Blade's shirt, hands curling at the hem, groping at his abs, threatening to rip it apart and off.]
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beware, he's probably like not far from poetry.]
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You've done this before. With your Dan Feng. [Please answer wisely it will directly influence how much mauling will happen thanks.]
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Don't talk about him like that.
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Think about what you say next very carefully.
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and he has been thinking about what he is going to say, a lot.]
He killed the wrong person.
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What did he say? What is he saying? He can feel the oily tide of mara crawl up his throat, can feel his heart seize: yes, he should have died, Yingxing should have killed him, but the betrayal, the pain, the mere thought that someone he had loved so much would hurt him--]
I am going to tear you to pieces.
He digs his nails in, scrapes them down Blade's ribs, snarling. A knee tries to shove itself between Blade's thighs, and the way Dan Feng claims his mouth again is no longer a kiss but more of a murder attempt, violently hungry.]
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Good.
[and will respond both to the violence hungrily in the way that a man that constantly craves death does, and with his own, hands digging into Dan Feng's waist with force that's beyond bruising.]
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Dan Feng is never going to wash these sheets again. In fact, he is going to take those shredded pieces of Ren's clothing and hide them away.]
Do you miss him? Do you miss me?
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'missing' cannot properly encompass everything he feels. the yearning, the love, the resentment - both his own and someone else's grudges passed to him-the desire to lie in the same grave when their sin is at last cleansed.]
Missing is not a strong enough word.
[unhinged as fuck, as always.]
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I - [He tries for bravado, but his hands tremble violently when he reaches up to cup Ren's face.] You're really here.
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[and he intends to leave so many marks all over Dan Feng's white jade skin. all of the marks. but for now, he leans down, mouth against his slender neck, and bites down hard enough to draw blood.]
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It was here he'd managed to get his first lasting mark in centuries. With Ren ever so gallant with his violence, Dan Feng wants more. He throws his head back and moans, arousal jolting up his spine as he feels Ren's blunt teeth break skin.]
More. [He fists a hand in Ren's hair, scrapes nails against his scalp to keep him against his skin.] If you tried hard enough, maybe you could rip my throat out--
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with his other hand - the one not digging into Dan Feng's hand - he reaches between the other man's legs, feather-light between his thighs. he's just out here being an asshole today.]
DAY 16 NSFW
[He leans down, then, tipping her face upwards, so that every word is spoken against her mouth. The tip of a clawed nail ghosts against a nipple.]
What if I asked every day?
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-- You wouldn't want to have me tied up there when you bring Jing Yuan home.
[ That hand at the back of his neck shifts to the side of his head, delicately feeling her thumb over the edge of his ear. ]
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[Can she stop touching things that make him lose his train of thought. Or perhaps Dan Feng should stop being so easy. He has been very easy the entire time he's been here so far. His breath hitches, and he nips at her lower lip with a fang.]
I can smell your owners on you. [Which MEANS he is going to smother her with his own scent in an attempt to piss them off. He is going to start by tilting his head, and slotting their mouths together.]
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She hums a little at the nip but-- honestly seems a sight shyer about his potentially kissing her than him feeling her up, because her blush only steadily deepens, creeping down her neck. ]
I would-- hope so, we--
[ Oh,
Her breath catches as he firmly closes that gap, and she surprises herself by eagerly pressing back up in to it-- the hunger is undeniable now, hot in the pit of her stomach and her chest and the tips of her fingers. She settles her hand behind Dan Feng's ear, into his hair, and parts her lips her him with a warm noise of encouragement. ]
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He makes an annoyed sound into her mouth, after some moments of this, and he pulls back to pant into her jaw.]
Legs around my waist, come on.
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When he finally pulls back she's dazed, pulling in a long and needed breath, looking up at him with hazy confusion-- then, ]
W-wait. Wait, you're going so fast? I--
[ she gives him a bit of a helpless whine, shifting her hand to his collar. She speaks quickly, like she's worried he won't listen if she doesn't. ]
-- We should go to your room. We won't be interrupted and-- please?
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I want to have you now.
[Petulant, and with how tight his pants are, there doesn't seem to be any (?) indication (?) that he's as aroused as he says (?) She does interest him with the privacy, so he backs off- just enough to reach for a towel and wrap it around her shoulders, careful not to jostle her bite.]
Fine. [He's already moving to pick up her clothes and things, grimacing at the pull on his shoulder.]
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... she is relieved when he relents though, and feels some kind of way that he's taking the care to gather their things. (He's cute?????) She zips her bra back up and wraps the towel around herself, carefully unlocking the door to let him go first. She keeps her voice quiet. ]
Thank you...
[ a pause, though, as they head to his room. ]
... If possible-- if we're going to do this, it's fine if I touch you, isn't it?
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Are you a virgin and all of that waxing poetic about Settrigh's - his - their - you know - just wishful thinking, or?
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I'm-- not, no! Sett is completely different from you-- I've never... with anybody else.
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I didn't wax poetic. The point is, I don't... I'm new to all of this in the first place and especially with-- with nonhumans. Okay?
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Dan Feng checks if the door is locked (even though he's seen and heard her physically lock it), sets their things on the single rickety table, and sits down on the edge of his bed. Which was less of a bed and more of a nest situation, considering the small whirlpool of soft things on it.]
Then fine. [He looks so amused. He makes grabby hands at her- well, as much as he can with one bad shoulder.] I don't understand why you need to ask, [Thank you Mr I Don't Understand Consent] just come here.
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Because I just wanted to be sure you were okay with it, that's all. Something you could learn to do.
[ A pause, as she carefully climbs into his lap, resting her weight on one knee on the sheets. She settles her bad hand against his shoulder for careful support, while she drags her fingers against that ticklish, scaled spot again. ]
... Someone mentioned your-- body was a little different, from humans. I don't want to go in not knowing what I'm dealing with.
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His tail curls up and around him to brace around her back, and to keep her there, the fluffy tip of it nosing curiously up her side.]
Is it about my. [Dan Feng tips his chin down, brow furrowing.] That I have two? Does everyone know that? This place is full of gossipmongers. It is not even that rare in several galaxies. [He's rambling, now, definitely not because he's nervous. It cuts off into a startled bark of laughter, and his hand covers hers.] What are you doing?
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[ that she knows of, anyway. She's never slept with a reptile back home. She shivers, squirming a little ticklishly with the feel of his tail.
The laughter is cute, and she presses her palm warmly against his skin under his hand, her face warming with a smile.
But she doesn't have the patience to wait too long; she moves it carefully down his belly, to his hip, then the edge of his pants so she can start undoing those to push them down. ]
I'm exploring. You're sensitive here, huh?
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A little. I am not fragile, Valencia, do what you want. [He leans his weight back, on his good hand, to give her more space; the hand on the injured side rests on her thigh. He is doing absolutely nothing to help with the pants, and she's going to discover very soon he's wearing nothing under them.
There's scales trailing further down, amidst skin blushed blue - and three things are immediately apparent:
1) There is no bulge because there is... no dick?? (?)
2) The scales lead directly down into a slit
3) He is really fucking wet with sea-brine smelling slick]
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[ that's fine she'll struggle a bit to tug those down enough to free his cock except. Well.
There's a long moment where she just stares because she genuinely has no idea what she's looking at. The words she has in mind don't generally apply to humanoids, and-- don't generally act like this besides.
Carefully, she reaches down, bracing her hand above what would be his pubic area so she can rub the pad of her thumb along the outside of the slit, absolutely fascinated-- by the sight, the smell, the slippery slick. It's not that unlike a human woman, right? So maybe... well, if he doesn't actually have a penis that does simplify the issue of condoms but it does complicate things from the angle of her knowing how to handle it. ]
... There doesn't even seem to be one, much less two?
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[He manages to give her a look that feels like he's looking down on her, and he rolls his hips into her touch, all sinuous movement. Dan Feng rumbles a sigh, as his cocks slip slickly out of the vent, one after the other, half-hard.
They're stacked on top of one another, the smaller one on top fitting into the larger one on the bottom, tips shaped like spades and ridged all the way down the shaft. There's no visible balls in sight, and she'll see them fill out, each into a respectable, humanoid size, as Dan Feng stares at her hungrily.]
You can - [He's panting, now, the hand on her thigh moving flat up her side.] We can stop. If this is not pleasing to you.
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She watches that happen with unabashed fascination as well, her eyes wide and face blotchy and flushed. It's a little embarrassing, actually-- how much she's fixated, as the pair harden alongside the press of her thumb. She shifts that finger just a little, to graze against them, to feel them as they push and fill out in the open air.
This is definitely not made for a human body, in a way different than Sett's was. The shape is entirely foreign, and the ridges-- the way they fit into each other-- are the females meant to take both at once? Separately? Maybe Sett was right, and they have multiple holes for this sort of thing? That hunger doesn't fade; she's not looking at Dan Feng's face, but frankly, her own pants are starting to feel entirely uncomfortable by this point. He isn't too terribly large. She could take that, surely.
She leans into his touch, as her finger carefully brush over the ridges, testing their softness-- she almost doesn't hear him, and belatedly looks up. ]
I-- oh. No, it's-- It's just... unknown to me? I mean, I don't, um. It's not that I don't want to.
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I don't know if you have noticed, but I am a dragon. And I do not expect you to take me, you look intimidated. [Yeah there's the undertone of a challenge and a lecture, before Dan Feng bucks his hips up into her touch. Can you have mercy on him and use more than a finger. Come on.]
You can only take one, anyway, otherwise I think I'll break you? Other people here have said they can take both during estrus, but I am not aware if your species has heat or rut cycles.
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[ She looks... oddly pleased when he responds to her touch, rewarding him with the soft curl of her fingers dragging one long pull over the both of his cocks, from the lips of his vent to the spade tips, marveling at... well, all of it. Curiously, her fingers drift down again-- her hand turned upwards, warm palm supporting the underside of his larger length-- to press her fingers curiously between the folds of his vent. Given he's so wet, maybe...? Or perhaps it just inverts entirely? It's so strange, but she truly can't help the spike of lust, her ears perked attentively forward and her tail, though not as dexterous, doing its best to curl up against his.
She's paying attention to his words now, but-- barely. More interested in exploring. She hums, a bit. ]
You're not as big as Sett, but you're shaped a lot differently. So if you were careful about it, it would probably be okay... Ah? Oh, no. Humans don't have heat cycles like animals or nonhumans. My understanding is that if you want to warm someone up to taking something so large, it's mostly practice and arousal.
[ a pause. ]
... Just one will be fine, though. For now, anyway.
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[He perks up like a dog that's been told it's going out for walkies.]
Good. You have some sexual appeal, that I would give y-
[Once she sinks her fingers into him far enough, Dan Feng throws his head back and moans, a throaty, desperate sound, and he sits up all at once, trying to haul Valencia further up on the bed.]
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-- Is it like a pocket? A functional vagina? How deep can she go? If she presses in a little more, to her knuckles, can he feel that the way she can feel Aphelios' long fingers in her? She gently rocks them in, pressing the pads of her fingers up on the downstroke, feeling the firmness of the root of his cocks hidden in the muscle.
Her whole body shivers, at his noise, her breath coming a bit quick-- excited. ]
... Only some?
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[Her fingers brush against that spot (where he liked to bully Dan Heng) (and now he understands why he'd been so petulant) and he has to muffle a whine into the base of her ear. This isn't really one of the ... orifices... people go for, when they see his dicks, and his brain can't decide whether to pull away or to beg for more.
He lets her go, lying fully on the bed, and tries to squirm off her fingers; his tail seems to have a life of its own, however, and wraps around that arm.]
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You like it. [ It's a statement, not a question, and she feels a little dizzy with the feeling of power over him that grinding her palm against his vent gives her. She isn't particularly skilled, but she is persistent, tracking his reactions with her eyes and thrusting her fingers accordingly.
She leans over him, her tail lashing; predatory, focused, aroused. ]
Is this motivation enough? Will you ask for more?
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Dan Feng looks up at her with eyes so darkened gold that there's barely a ring of the azure in it, and his gaze darts from her mouth, to her chest, to the planes of her stomach, and back to her face, panting openmouthed, fangs extended.]
I- [He reaches out with his good hand, to fold over the one pressed over his stomach. He spreads his legs wider. He's flushed a splotchy red all the way down to his sternum. More importantly, he's about 0.00043579 seconds from biting the nearest part of Valencia he can reach.] Hurry up. Is t-that all you can give me?
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and she pulls out her curled fingers in a slow, slow, drag with an incredibly self-satisfied smile. ]
Well, if you're not enjoying it, maybe I should just stop...
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If you don't fuck me now I am not going to fuck you later.
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She leans down to kiss him, suddenly, as her fingers delve back in. She doesn't hesitate now, thrusting them back in-- he seemed to like that, to like it when she pressed up into that spot, dragged the pads of her fingers down over it on the outstroke. So she puts a little more force into it, firm and unrelenting, grinding the heel of her palm under the base of his cocks. ]
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Val-- [Dan Feng whines, slick wet down the insides of his thighs as he contracts tight around her. (Those dicks are not going down. Unfortunately.) The Mouth at the inside of his right thigh yawns open, quite suddenly, revealing a void of nothing - and then chomps down, as if eating something.]
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She whines soft into his mouth as well, peppering kisses there and over his jaw and his neck, her face hot with pleasure even with just this much.
She slows to a stop though, once the waves of orgasm have subsided, her fingers still buried deep in him and just gently, gently rocking against him. ]
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[He squirms off her fingers for real this time, but he doesn't go far - he circles fingers around that wrist, so he can bring it to his mouth.
And clean himself off her fingers, long, hotwet swipes of his tongue, while he folds that thigh between her legs, pushing into the apex of them. When he finishes, he teeths a little on her pointer finger, before smiling, a little crooked.]
Not bad.
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Hm. Let me try something.
[He pets a hand down her flank, fingers teasing down her waistband. His tail folds long over the both of them, seeking, and twining around hers, warm with body heat.]
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She arches, just slightly, into his hand, makes a warm little noise of embarrassment at the feel of his tail, lifting her hips and, unlike him, using her hand to help ease her waistband down so much as she can. It takes a second for the words to register, though, blinking back up at his face. ]
... "Try something"?
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Do you want to know how long my tongue is?
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She reaches up, just a bit, to run her fingers through it, before remembering-- right. he asked a questionOH HE'S OFFERING TO EAT HER OUT.
She blinks owlishly at him for a second, steadily going red again. ]
-- Yes.
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[Dan Feng knows how beautiful he is; he's started several fights via honeypot. But there's something quite different about seeing someone he... doesn't... hate? isn't apathetic about? fascinated with him.
He dips his head to steal a kiss. And then to bite at her lower lip, hoping to nick and draw blood, before trailing kisses down her jaw, and suckling a bruise in the soft hollow of her throat.]
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[ She knows it does, if he's willing to tell her enough to not touch it. She doesn't reach for his head just yet though, settling her hand instead against his shoulder-- she presses eagerly into the kiss but gives a sharp noise at the bite, jerking back, tonguing the droplet of blood off of the tiny wound.
It's not so much the pain that stirs that warmth up again between her legs as the attention, the way her instinctive danger alarms start ringing when his mouth presses near her neck. She's distracted again for that moment: she doesn't tilt her head back to bare her throat for him but she doesn't tuck her chin to prevent access either, her whole body shivering and goosebumps rising along her flesh at the feeling. After that she remembers oh, yeah, her pants are only half off before she shifts her legs to kick them off entirely.
Unlike some people she wears underwear though. ]
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It's- [He visibly fights with himself for a moment.] Very sensitive. [He rests his cheek over the curve of one breast, looking up at her face, expecting derision.] Every touch to it for the past seven hundred years was to hurt. And it did. If you touch it I might hurt you on reflex.
[And since he can't abide by such vulnerability he's going to turn his face and nip at the nearest nipple, like it's Valencia's fault, thanks.]
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The nip gets a sharp little hiss, pushing the pert thing up against his mouth in reflex. The expression he gets when he looks isn't derision, though-- it's earnest attention, even with the desire still clouding her gaze, her brows creased just slightly in sympathy.
Her thigh shifts up a bit, to graze against his cocks, and her hand finally slides into the hair atop his head, brushing her thumb along the base edge of his unbroken horn. Her expression, now, has softened. ]
... Do you know that I wouldn't ever touch it to hurt you, in bed with you? I don't want to hurt you at all, like this. I won't lie and say I wouldn't ever, if you tried to kill me, but here...
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[His face is creased with confused arousal, but he cants his head into her touch anyway, breath hitching when her thumb touches the translucent keratin. She's warm under him and she is warming him with these stupid little things she's saying like Dan Feng's paranoia wouldn't ruin them.
He cups her other breast, firm, and takes a nipple into his mouth again, swirling his tongue around it (a punctuation) (a distraction) (she is very. hot. in all earthly aspects. she should stop talking because all this talk of gentleness makes Dan Feng lightheaded, unused to that kind of attention.)]
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[ She obligingly runs the pad of her thumb feather-light over his horn when he leans into her touch, a smile on her lips and a warm hum in her throat that he can probably feel through her sternum.
Her breath hitches when he puts his mouth over her breast, though, squeezing her thighs lightly around his as she arches up into it. Her fingers curl in his hair instead, encouraging, and she gives a a shivery little laugh once she catches a breath again. ]
You're-- oddly docile. You're really cute like this. It's it because you're enjoying it?
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[He's not answering that. He's not answering it, but the way he sort-of hides his face behind a tit gives him away. Dan Feng is extremely touchy like this: where his lips aren't pressed against her skin, his fingers are mapping her freckles out, spaced out as they are.
The kisses trail down her stomach - and then he pillows his head on the jut of a hip, trailing a now-sharp nail up the outside curve of her thigh.]
I can see how wet you are.
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[ She laughs-- and again when his lips press against her stomach, squirming a bit ticklishly under it. Her tail twitches-- tries to, wrapped up in his-- and her ears are upright with attention as she watches him move down, pleased by his apparent, if brief, bashfulness. It's cute? It's really cute. She's actually a little alarmed how much she's enjoying seeing him like this buuuut also. Also. What if he was like this more. The touches, the attention, all of it-- it's fine to indulge, isn't it? God, she wants.
The fur on her tail poofs out a bit when his nail grazes sharply against her skin, goosebumps raising over the rest of her, and she. Makes a small, embarrassed noise, turning her head to hide her face. ]
-- You don't have to point it out...
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Just being observant.
[He lolls his head heavy against the inside of her thigh, and then taps on her hip, his tail uncurling from hers to wrap around one of her knees, possessive.]
Valencia. [Dan Feng murmurs.] Look at me.
[Because when she looks, he's going to start pulling her panties down. With his teeth.]
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She obediently turns her head a little to look back, though, peering through her hair at him. And holy shit, dude. She watches, the color high in her face and her eyes wide and awed, shivering as she's exposed to the air as his movement drags her fingers from his hair.
maybe. maybe. she is starting to understand POV porn a little. ]
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a) literally bites a hole into her panties and tears it off one thigh
b) bites a kiss first directly over where her femoral artery is closest to the skin, in the crease of her thigh, and
c) starts dragging those kisses down the inside of her thighs, just short of anywhere close where she'd want them.]
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The bite (kiss) gets a different reaction entirely-- she gasps, goes stiff under him, her tail bristling a little. Maybe fortunately for him, the red mark quickly blooms on her skin under his mouth, sure to bruise. She watches him in rapt attention though, as his mouth trails its slow way down, face still dark with color and breath caught in her throat, her ears perked upright and shivering with interest (her whole body is, actually). Down there, her unnatural warmth is concentrated into a heat he can easily feel on his skin that close, and... without further action, she unconsciously rolls her hips down towards him, encouraging. Or more like hopeful. ]
Hey...
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So, now: he presses a kiss just above her clit, the ghost of slick muscle over the sensitive nub, and he parts her lower lips with his tongue, slowly opening her up like he has all the time in the world. She'll be able to see the way his eyes crinkle up at her - he knows how annoying on purpose he's being.]
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She shivers as that smooth tongue brushes over her, just enough to entice, her head laid back but tilted so she can still watch him. It's not as rough as Sett's-- or as wide-- but she's a little surprised by the... strength? of it? As it pushes between her lips. She barely manages to hold back a louder groan than intended, her ears pressed flat with embarrassment at the look he's giving her.
... So she reaches down, carefully, to brush her fingers down along the curve of his horn and into his hair a bit. Her voice is a little strained. ]
Stop-- looking at me like that... come on.
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What do we say when we want something? [Like he doesn't have his mouth half-open, realizing that he's depriving her just as much he's depriving himself.]
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She only hesitates a moment, leg straining a little against the grip of his coiled tail and her hand curling into his hair, before she mumbles. ]
-- Please. Dan Feng.
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Good girl.
[He then slides his hands under her thighs and yanks her down, holding her in place, as he fucks his tongue into her cunt. It's definitely longer than a human's, prehensile and muscular like his tail, and like this, all traces of his shame are gone, as he falls further into her scent and how hot she is inside.
He pulls out after a few moments of this, then, lower half of his face slick with both of them. A mischievous slide of tongue over her folds, ending with a broad stroke over her clit, starting an enthusiastic, steady rhythm, looking up at her as he watches her face.]
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For all that his tongue feels great (more than great, frankly), it really seems to be the praise that does... Something More, her expression twisting a little into something simultaneously embarrassed to all hell and desperately horny. She bucks up against his mouth as his tongue fucks into her in an unconscious movement, her grip on his hair briefly tightening as she's yanked down against his mouth; she releases him quickly enough because covering her face with her arms to muffle her sharp cry of pleasure is a higher priority at this moment.
It's a little like Phel's tentacles, isn't it? Thinner-- no suction cups, obviously-- but still dextrous in a way that makes her arch up towards him, press him deeper, feel the length of him as she squeezes down, coils that pleasure even hotter, tighter. She whimpers when he pulls out-- a noise that trails into a shaky moan muffled into her arm as his focus shifts, her thighs trembling under his grip like she's doing her very best to hold on.
But, well. Not good enough, because it truly only takes a few moments or so of that sustained pressure for her control to collapse entirely inward with her orgasm. She bites her lip with a high, sharp noise as her thighs grip the side of his face, yanking one of his myriad soft things down to cover hers in some effort to mask that embarrassment (as if she wasn't entirely blotchy red down to her chest).
Though not quite as obvious as his, if Dan Feng's paying attention he can absolutely see the way her Mouth seems to "bite" nothing, tongue licking its teeth. ]
Day 19 text
So are you alive or not?
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Day 20, early
Where are you?
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You can be wherever the hell you want metaphorically.
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Imbibitor Lunae: hhhhhhhhh
Imbibitor Lunae: mm wwwwtching a movei. Do yOU likee theeatre
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Did I ever tell you that I’m a porn star?
I know all about acting.
[ he’s heading there. ]
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Imbibitor Lunae: I HADE GATEHRED YOU WRE A WHORE
Imbibitor Lunae: AAARE YOU PROD OF YOREUSELF
[Is it ass o clock in the morning? Yes. Has Dan Feng sequestered himself in one of the darkest little corners of the theatre with ominously sticky floors? Also yes.]
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Harlot. [Muttered, but he goes back to lounging on the seats (he'd raised the armrests) like someone who was very used to lounging like he was the demigod ruler of some civilization.] I'm decompressing. If you had been looking for me - I did die. Consensually.
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Did you just seek me out to satisfy your carnal urges?
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You're pathetic. [That makes two of them, he doesn't say. Dan Feng studies him for another moment, giving him a clinical once-over that isn't discreet at all.] Were you in that horrid little bomb game?
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[He then proceeds to flop on the seats, petulant. Finally someone who can understand how terrible of an experience it was.]
I hope it did not last long for you.
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Time kind’a stopped fer me, but if fin’ I had to quantify it… maybe another half hour… hard t’ say, …
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[He sighs dreamily. How fortunate that he had so many people willing to murder him. He props his head up on an armrest.]
You've not been here long, have you? 'tis likely they will outdo themselves next game. You should prepare yourself.
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Not too long... but it ain't like I wasn't in a shit place before d'is. I was in Hell, and I gotta regularly worry about fuckos tryin' t' kill me. [ but most know better than to fuck with him because 1) he could kill them and 2) valentino would kill them. maybe even charlie too now. ]
late day 20
Valencia: Will your condition worsen, with the current happenings?
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Imbibitor Lunae: i can function until stage 3. 4 is unpleasant
Imbibitor Lunae: did you need anything?
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Imbibitor Lunae: who told you about the mara
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Valencia: Jing Yuan did, after you told me to ask him about you. We talked a bit about long-life species.
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Imbibitor Lunae: I suppose
Imbibitor Lunae: Don't get too angry if I don't recognize you
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[ pauses. Angry... would she get angry? She'd never really thought about it before, what she'd do if someone forgot her.
It hurt to think about. ]
Valencia: I won't be angry.
Valencia: I'm just worried.
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Imbibitor Lunae: if anything, I can be a testbed for vaccines
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Valencia: But it's another to lose your mind and body to something outside of your control.
Valencia: Of course I'd worried. I don't like that it could happen to you doubled over even if you would be particularly useful as a "testbed"
[ Hhhhesitates. the little typing bubble pops up frequently as she tries to figure out the best way to word this, but. ]
Valencia: It may come as a shock to you, after all of whatever this nonsense is between us
Valencia: But I do care about you, and it upsets me to see you in distress.
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Imbibitor Lunae: if you want me to fret over you ask someone else
[It's as mutual as someone with scrambled egg brain cells as him can get, which isn't much, and involves hurting whoever hurts Val a lot, among other things.]
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Valencia: I have never deluded myself into thinking you care.
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Imbibitor Lunae: things like me have nothing to offer you
Imbibitor Lunae: save your concern for those who deserve it
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Valencia: So don't try to turn this around into self-pitying rejection.
Valencia: If I'm going to be forced to live beyond death in this place I'm going to take what I want. Please kindly deal with it like an adult.
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Imbibitor Lunae: i am speaking objectively here you are very confusing
Imbibitor Lunae: i am dealing with it like an adult
Imbibitor Lunae: oh
Imbibitor Lunae:
Imbibitor Lunae:
Imbibitor Lunae: i am part of the things you want?
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Valencia: I would not worry about you if I didn't care. I would never go to bed with someone I don't like or want to be around, in general, and I especially wouldn't let them touch me like you have.
Valencia: You're an ignorant fool.
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Imbibitor Lunae: perhaps i was not aware. when I slept with someone it was usually to incapacitate or kill them
Imbibitor Lunae: not that i want to incapacitate or kill you
Imbibitor Lunae: i slept with you because i think you are not completely abhorrent
Imbibitor Lunae: and you look beautifully incandescent when you get what you want
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Valencia: Well
Valencia: Thank you for the compliment, I think.
Valencia: Such weak flattery will not get you back into my bed, however. You are still a fool.
Valencia: I don't like being jerked around, so decide eventually whether you "don't find me completely abhorrent" or don't care at all. It can't be both.
Valencia: And for god's sake don't let yourself be treated like a lab rat for vaccines.
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Imbibitor Lunae:
Imbibitor Lunae:
Imbibitor Lunae: I enjoy your company. I find most things completely abhorrent. i want to teach you how to make my favorite food so you can make it for me ... !
Imbibitor Lunae: donot tell me what to do i am much older than yuo
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Valencia: I'll do what I want, grandfather.
Valencia: I don't think it's a good idea to let me cook something you like either as I'll just ruin it
Valencia:
Valencia:
Valencia:
Valencia: That makes me happy, I think. That you enjoy being around me. I enjoy your company as well, as you know.
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[long lifer things...]
Imbibitor Lunae: so do not worry. you will get there. i m very good at motivating people
Imbibitor Lunae: it is idiottic for you to be around me as yuo know what kind of person ii am
Imbibitor Lunae: hmm i thiink i am being. followed. hunted by soemthing . stay indoors. if yuou see dan heng outside yell at him to go back inside
Imbibitor Lunae: be safe. i want to be the only one who hurts yuo
1/2
this may have been a mistake. ]
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Valencia: In any case I'll do my best. You be safe as well.
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[He goes down easily, and he's already reaching out to wrap his arms around her waist, trying to wrangle her that she's bracketing his hips with her knees with as little space between them as possible.]
That's - [There's a mouth wet on her neck, fangs scraping against the artery, breath hot against her skin.] - very forward - of you? You feel so good under my hands? I want to knead you but you're the cat here?
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[ Her tail bristles all up, bottle-brush, with alarm at the feeling of his fangs against her neck-- but she's so overwhelmed with something that she can't even focus on the potential danger. It's exciting, that instinctive fear, and the urge to grab him by the throat and pin him down is strong... but not quite as strong as pressing flat against him and rocking against him for some, any, stimulation.
She wants to put her mouth somewhere. She wants to bite, or-- no, that wouldn't be nice. His head it there, so she breathes soft against his ear, gently kissing up along to its pointed tip before gently pinching it between her teeth. ]
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H-harder. [His hands are frantically grasping at the hem of her top, trying to ruck it upwards, skimming over her ribs and chest.] Make it hurt- Why do you smell so nice? What is that?
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She hears his request and-- ignores it, yes, because "making it hurt" is not a priority for her during sex. She does give him a sharp little nip, if nothing else, but her focus changes again once he manages to push her shirt up enough to expose her breasts to the air. She shivers, threads her fingers through his hair, pulls back enough to look at him and--
Oh, perfect. She leans up; the action has the dual purpose of getting his face into her chest and helping her reach his horn. She can feel his cocks hardening below her (for once; that was interesting) but she needed something in her mouth now and she only had so much patience for the moment. She kisses his hair, then up, gliding the tip of her tongue up along the blueish extension. ]
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W-wait--
[His eyes are glossy with tears. The sensation was so drastically foreign and so much; it was like someone touching his broken one, but good, and Dan Feng did not know what to do with that.
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That's alarming enough that it cuts through the fog of want, looking at him with surprise.
... her fingers gently curl into his hair, secure. ]
... No?
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[The hands on her shoulders are trembling finely, but he still leans into her touch. He doesn't know how to tell her this will cross a line of vulnerability that he's not sure he wants her to see and have her think less of him.]
Like - like you said, earlier. I do not do this. M-my horns. [He bows his head slightly. Maybe he now understands, a little bit, of what she was talking about.] With everyone. But with you, I - [He squirms. It doesn't help.] - it's. I will be in your care.
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Her tail does curl, pleased, at his acquiescence, and she shifts one hand back to cover his on his shoulder and give his arm a reassuring stroke. The other hand, more carefully, slides through his hair. Cups his cheek, strokes up along his ear and temple, her thumb smoothing feather-light against the base of his horn like she did the first time they'd done this. The self-control involved right now in keeping herself from just lurching back in is frankly phenomenal; she fights the temptation by rocking, hot and meaningful, down against his bulge. ]
... Thank you. I really, really want to make you feel good.
[ And then she shifts forward again to press her lips to his horn. Much more carefully this time, her tongue light over the surface of it only in that one place. ]
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More. [How he manages to sound petulant when panting, the world will never know.]
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He asked for more though, so she easily gives: her palm cradles the back of his head while her lips travel upwards along the length of it, leaving small, wet kisses in their wake. And once she reaches the curved tip she tilts her head down again to repeat the motion from earlier, running the tip of her tongue up along the whole of it.
He'll get maybe a minute to adjust to that before she just wraps her lips around what she can of it wholesale, though. Good luck buddy! ]
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The moan he stifles into the valley of her breasts is absolutely pornographic, and all of a sudden, he goes boneless under her, hands digging bruises into her hips. The scent of sea brine winds thick into the air.]
V-Val-- Valencia-?!
[Anyway yeah so that one single thing just made him come, clenching violently around nothing, and his cocks are now straining painfully against the apex of her legs.]
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The moan shoots an electric line of pleasure, through her chest and down, and she groans lightly around his horn-- sucks a little, tongue curled around it. She doesn't notice the sudden change in his posture until his fingers are digging hard into her flesh, and she pulls off of the horn with an obscene pop, licking her lips as she looks down at him with a curious noise.
-- Which quickly turns into a soft laugh, pressing firm down against him, her whole face and neck gone red and her eyes delighted by the mess he's made of himself. Her hand slides through his hair again, fingers curling gently around his horn to rub along it. ]
I really love it when you're cute like this.
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Instead, he strains upward, trying to kiss her with wordless, desperate breaths, but her hold on his horn is stopping him. He'll regret this later, letting Valencia know how stupid and pliant he gets after an Aeons-damned hornjob, but right now he just really wants--]
Kiss me?
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It's good. It's really good; in the back of her mind this is solidified as an increasingly effective way of handling him, the same way pulling on Sett's ears are. More importantly, though, it feels powerful to reduce someone to this. To make them want her.
She lets him move again, and meets his lips with hers with a soft, needy noise, her tail curling down against his thigh. ]
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Minx. That was incredible-- [Purred, as he breaks the kiss, carding a hand through and tugging her hair loose, nails firm down her scalp, at the base of an ear. His other hand slides under her waistband, curving over her ass, pulling down as he grinds up into her.]
You're wearing too much. [Now if only Dan Feng can rub enough brain cells together to realize the way he's clinging to her prevents this from being rectified...]
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She makes another little noise at his words-- yes, she agrees, she is wearing far too much, especially when that bulge is pressing so intently between her legs, where she aches with the need to be filled. It's a strange sensation-- yes, she's been intensely horny before, but this went beyond simple desire-- but not one she's willing to ignore. ]
Nn-- let me--
[ She kisses him again, leaning forward into him for support as she raises herself up onto her knees-- just enough to awkwardly shuffle her pants down and off one leg, which is about as far away from his touch as she can stand.
She reaches down to pull on his waistband, to lower it enough that she might free him from its confines (pants) so he can sheath it or them into BETTER confines (her). ]
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You're dripping. [He sounds a little in awe.]
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More importantly though when he sinks both fingers in at once she gives a sharp, desperate noise, burying her face into his neck and clamping vice-tight down on him with a jerk of her hips. She tries to say something, she really does, but it mostly gets slurred into the noise of pleasure, her ears flat and tail curling-lashing-curling in confused repetition. ]
Hhhh-- nnnggh please--
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[His inflection goes up at the end, because he's never seen her lost in sensation like this, and quite frankly, it's making him lose his mind, because it's really fucking hot.
His thumb starts moving in slick, featherlight circles, and he threads fingers through her hair to try and tug her head far away enough so he can see her face.]
It's just two fingers? Are you this much of a slut?
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She winces when he pulls her back though, face flushed and panting, another plea on her lips--
-- which quickly dies as what he says permeates the fog of lust, cooling her blush rapidly and her ears pinning flat. ... Was she? Did this make her a slut? Maybe he was right-- after all her protest before, here she was, letting herself be finger-fucked practically in public. It couldn't be all the tea, could it? Certainly things felt different-- far more intense than usual-- but if she wasn't... that kind of person, surely she could have just...? ]
... I--
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[Her body language doesn't react the way he thinks she will, and while this has never stopped Dan Feng before with anyone he'd slept with for missions, this feels- different. He pulls his fingers out, cleaning them with hydromancy with a flick of his hand, and tries to wrangle her hands so he can hold them.]
Have you not been called that before?
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Nn. No, I-- sorry, I didn't mean--
[ What the fuck do you even say to that. She looks at their joined hands, her fluster slowly returning. ... Ah, this was embarrassing. ]
... It. Surprised me, that's all.
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I can call you other things? [He kind of bounces her hands?] I do not know much of what you like.
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She. Whines, just a little, her tail lashing. What does she like? Oh, this is a new level of embarrassment. ]
I-I.
[ A long pause, clearly struggling, but. ]
... When Sett and I-- I. I do like it, when you talk, and-- I don't mind... some of the things you say, but when we would he'd. He'd do things like say it felt great or call me a good girl...
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He can't really sound not dangerous, with his voice low and silky like this, but Dan Feng is very good at taking care of his things.]
Does that mean you'll do your best for me, my treasure?
1/2
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She stumbles over her response at first, surprised by just how much that struck a chord of desire straight through her, but-- ]
Y-y-yyy. Yes. Yes? Yes. Please?
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Good girl. I'll take care of you.
[Today in Valencia Reaps What She Sows,]
Kneel like you've done before. Hands behind your back. [His tone takes on of one who is used to being obeyed, a little haughty. He tugs the middle of the hem of her shirt and bra up, holds them up to her mouth.] Hold these up for me so I can see all of you.
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She slowly shuffles back, onto her knees-- stares at the cloth in his hand before obeying, biting them between her teeth-- and quickly cycles through a few thoughts. The miserable lack of contact now, like this, when all she wanted was to melt against him. The raising goosebumps as cool air washes over her mostly-nude body, fingers digging into her own wrists to keep them locked behind her.
And the intense desire fighting with the embarrassment of being "on display" for someone, posed, for their pleasure of viewing. She mumbles a little, muffled around the shirt: ]
It's-- nothing you haven't seen...?
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[His tail curls around them, wrapping around one of her thighs, the fur of it just barely brushing against the apex of her legs. One warm hand hefts the weight of a breast, kneading it with the impartiality of one picking out fruit at the market.
And then: his other hand palms down her belly, a finger dipping into her, the meat of his palm rolling over her clit.]
Such a beautiful spitfire of a creature.
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That fluster deepens as he gropes her, her hips shifting slightly forward as the fur brushes over her flesh. She watches his hand move down again, eyes half-lidded and quickly hazing over with pleasure, stomach fluttering under his touch.
It doesn't take much to work her back up to where she was a few moments ago, honestly: his finger presses into her and she gives him a muffled, needy noise in response, squeezing around him and pressing down against it. But even without that his words do seem to be having quite the effect-- even if her expression looks more embarrassed than anything having to hear it, her ears and tail give away the intense interest. ]
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So wet and hot for me. [Without warning, he fucks four fingers into her, grinding his thumb into her clit, almost leisurely; the hand on her breast rolls a nipple meanly between his thumb and forefinger.] You are not to come until I say so. You will take only what I will give you. Understand?
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An ear perks at his words, and she looks up at him; she's already reduced, somewhat, to a panting mess; the stretch of his fingers was a lot, all at once, and the insistent pressure on her clit isn't exactly helping-- how is she supposed to stop herself from coming, when she can't even stop herself from leaning into his touch?
Even so: ]
Y... yes.
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[He folds fingers over her nape, and guides her down, to lean her forehead against his collarbone, leaving her no leverage to squirm away from his hand.
This is because the fingers in her cunt curl to press against the walls of it, close to her navel, as his thumb starts to move in quick, maddening circles. He takes one of her ears between his teeth, sharp, dangerous sensation; Dan Feng wants her to beg, wants to see if she would start to cry.]
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She cries out against his neck, hips jerking into his unrelenting movements in quick, shuddering motions-- and the teeth on her ear don't help, an already sensitive area made moreso by the intensity of the tea's effects driving electric pleasure straight down to her cunt. She clenches tight around him, already obviously close, tail curled and taut and panting sharply against his skin. ]
D-Dan Ffffff-- haa...
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[Dan Feng murmurs directly in her ear, and unfortunately for her, has stamina in spades. His rhythm is merciless, tail jerking her knee out further, so more of her weight pushes down on his hand. He doesn't bite off the groan at taking more of her warmth, the sensation spiking up his arm.]
Beg.
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There's not much for her, outside of the sensations and his solid mass supporting her-- everything has reduced down to this microcosm of pleasure, hot and sharp and so good it was nearly painful. Don't come, don't come, she distantly remembered that command but it was getting progressively hard to fight it off, her whole body tense and shaking, his hand soaking wet with slick.
He barely gets the word out before she complies, her voice barely more than a whimper. ]
P-please. Ple-hease, ple-- haa...
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Come.
[And he's going to rub her through it, straight into overstimulation, because he's mean and terrible and he really likes her shivering weight against him.]
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The words-- another small push-- and she's less pushed over the edge so much as thrown with great prejudice, the relatively cool sensation of his tongue against her entirely lost in the clenching waves of pleasure between her legs. She gives him a long, high noise of desperation because frankly this might be the hardest she's ever come in her life thus far and there's truly not much in her mind but the explosive pleasure pulsing through her nerves.
She's not that much of a stranger to overstimulation-- it was something Sett was surprisingly fond of doing, as well-- but if he'd wanted her to cry he's finally getting that wish granted. As the pleasure slides from "really good" to "raw and painful" she whines against his neck, sweat beading over her skin and her fingernails starting to dig crescents into his arms and shoulder.
And it quickly, quickly forces her to that peak again-- a hitched sob catches in her throat, only slightly muffled as she sinks her teeth into the join of his neck and shoulder and holds on for dear life as she comes a second time in quick succession. ]
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[That bite makes him groan deep, and his fingers spasm inside her-- once she comes that second time, though, Dan Feng eases off, drawing his hand out gently. A flick of the wrist and it's with a damp, clean hand that he gathers her against him, bracketed by his legs, one hand scratching at her scalp, the other one wound around her waist.]
Well done. Such a good little whore for me.
[He finds that his arousal isn't as urgent as the urge to hold her close and pet her, against her warmth, crawl into her ribcage and curl up under her beating heart and soak in her bloodstream and he licks at the tears on her face with an expression that says maybe I want to wear your skin just a little bit.]
1/2
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-- And then headbutt him, as what he said penetrates, her tail bristling up and out. ]
Don't call me that!
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You're so picky!
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[ Grabs his shirt, still caught between irritated disbelief and fucked-out exhaustion, and gives him a little shake.
... While she also grinds down against him shuddering as the ridge of his cocks rub up against her oversensitive lips. ]
-- Now just put it in me already. I want-- more.
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[Stop distracting him!]
Of what is acceptable? Did you not just - do you not need more rest? I do not mind, I like you in my arms? [His questions lilt up into whining, and he's practically huffing her scent, and with every cant of her hips he can feel the jolt of arousal like a lightning bolt. The way he's lightheaded with it is not normal--]
Hold still. [Lower cockhead against her cunt.] One of these days you'll take all of me and you'll scream with it.
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She does not hold still, pressing forward, draping against his front with a languid groan as she presses down against him. He was saying something, wasn't he? She should answer. At length, she manages to rumble out, voice rough and only somewhat nonsensical: ]
It's-- easy. Stop calling me a-- loose woman. Or a prostitute. Or nnnh-- or-- that stuff... please. All of you...
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And if I just called you mine?
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Her cheeks go redder, somehow, as she watches his eyes when he speaks again. She's frozen for a moment before she turns her head to hide in her own mess of hair, embarrassed, and mumbles back-- ]
... I'm yours.
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My dear. [And then he slots their mouths together, growling into her lips as he starts to move, long, powerful strokes, almost pulling out completely before fucking in.]
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And with great timing, too, because once he starts moving she needs the handhold, a high whine leaving her throat when he hilts himself back into her. She parts her lips for him easily, a full-body shiver traveling down her spine with the growl, her ears back and tail curling lightly around one of his thighs. It's the pull of his ridges that really makes this delicious; her body grips him tight with each outward pull, as if desperate to keep him in, little jolts of pleasure that make her whimper into his mouth. ]
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Something's - different. [He can't do much else than pant against her cheek. Already he can feel the familiar heat of orgasm coil in his belly.] Feels like I'm in - rut-
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[ She has NO idea what that means-- and can only make a distracted, curious noise as he picks up the pace, wincing with every slap of his hips against hers-- but it's good that edge of pain, paired with the quickly-rising warmth between her legs, and she doesn't particularly want him to slow down. Not with his panting breath hot on her cheek, not with the obscene wet sound of flesh meeting in her ears.
Her hand, where it had been acting as a sleeve for his second cock to thrust into, pulls back suddenly to wrap her arm over his back and cling, her fingers digging in near the base of his tail. She ducks her head against him, panting herself with a sharp cry on every exhale, that pleasure coiling tighter and tighter. ]
Mnnn-- p-please-- Like that, like that, keep-- please--
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Take it. You're so good for me, fuck, Valencia -- [His voice goes low, nearly feral with lust, as his pace judders and goes erratic, grinding deep into her. And then he's cumming, taking even him by surprise, judging from the garbled hhnnguh???? into her ear, painting her hot inside and out.
And - it's a lot. His cum is pearlescent and, like the rest of him, smells like the deep sea, but this amount is approaching levels of pornographic.]
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It's with less fanfare than before, certainly, as if most of her energy had been sucked dry for that but it's no less powerful; she gives a warbling little cry against his neck,and take it she does, the clenching waves of orgasm drawing him-- and his load-- firmly in.
Her grip on his only loosens when she seems spent of it, boneless and panting against the dirt, looking a fair mess both from the leaves that've tangled into her hair and the splattered mess all over her bare stomach. ]
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He could lay like this for days, actually, but after pressing a kiss to the crown of her head, stealing a chaste one from her mouth--]
Breathe in for me, my dear. And out. [And he's going to pull out on the exhale, while she's still loose and relaxed. And. He's going to make zero effort to clean either of them up and maybe he'll card fingers through the mess on her belly and maybe start. Rubbing his come into her skin. So she can smell like him all the time. Ah.]
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She does as asked, shuddering on the exhale as he pulls out with a sated groan. She watches him make a further mess of her, using her thumb to rub some off of her stomach to look at (it's weirdly pretty??). She's pretty used to having come on her front at this point, so it's only when she feels it seep out of her that she freezes, her eyes wide with sudden realization.
But she just covers her face, mortified. ]
We forgot protection.
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I am clean, if you must know, because of the mara...?
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I-- what?
[ zoonotic sti is genuinely on the bottom of her worries list ]
No, I-- is it not alarming, the idea someone might get pregnant in this place? Do you not worry about this...?
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First of all, there weren't any eggs, and if there were, you would need to take both of my appendages at the same time for fertilization.
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[ shivers, spreading her legs a little wider for him despite the embarrassed flush on her cheeks; his come oozes sluggishly out, over the fucked-red flesh (not that the surrounding area is looking much better either after his roughness). ]
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[Come on, did you not take extraterrestrial biology. He pulls her closer to him, then, bending down and hiking her legs up over his shoulders. He nips at the inside of her thigh. Time for a Scientific Lesson while he cleans her up close and personal!]
It is impossible, but not because of that. It's impossible because I am Vidyadhara. [He licks over her, contemplatively.] My species - all of us - are barren.
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[ she goes to sit up but is waylaid once more by him pulling her to him-- she makes a petulant little noise as he draws her hips up, but settles, interest sparking in her gaze once more. She shudders as he licks, lifting her hips to his mouth, her ears perked forward. ]
... You could have just led with that, you know. Instead of worrying me. You're positive?
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... I'm sorry. [ Then, after a lengthy pause, uncertainly: ] But you-- you understand, why I may worry about this sort of thing...?
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No...? [He punctuates this by slowly sliding one finger up into her.] I thought short-lifer species would be overjoyed to have offspring?
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It's-- a big commitment, even ignoring the social aspects? Or anything else? And I can't... I don't know that I'd live long enough, in the first place, to do that. And.
[ trails off a moment, uneasy, looking away. Her tone comes carefully even, now. ]
... I would be a terrible mother. I was raised well, for my purpose, but I would not do the same for any child of mine but I don't think-- I would be able to avoid doing so, and hurt it in the process the same way I've been damaged.
... As well, a nonhuman child would certainly see me excommunicated from my faith, and rejected by my family, and likely most of society. Humans don't tolerate "monsters" well.
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[Encouraging pet as he fucks a second finger in, crooking it to get some of the come out... Okay he might be just scissoring it for fun and the look on her face.]
I do not know enough about parenthood to comment about it, since I have never had them, either. But it is commendable of you to know your limits.
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Unsettled, slightly, by his calm acceptance of discrimination though. But maybe it's the idea of something close to her experiencing it that rouses her ire, even in the hypothetical. ]
It's... less knowing my limits and more about practicality, I think... I could not be a good parent, but any measure. Even if I wanted it.... It would-- prolong fulfillment of my duty, and then leave behind a motherless child... it's abject cruelty, I think.
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Well - now that you know, that there is no chance, with me; there is no place for what-ifs.
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... For him, most certainly. Impossibility was far different than shouldn't.
She blushes lightly, at the kiss, and reaches down after a beat to sink her fingers into his hair, affectionate. ]
Mm. ... Thank you, for telling me.
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[What was with this woman and thanking him for everything? Or being so nice, or responsive, or making Dan Feng feel warm not only physically, or making him want her approval, or--
Anyway. Clearly the way to deal with this is to nip at the delicate, thin skin of her pelvis, where the artery was closest, and suck a possessive bruise there. And then he fits his mouth over her cunt, for good measure, so she can stop thinking as he cleans her out.]
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[ But at least she's successfully distracted by that. She whimpers, softly, her fingers curling firm and gently against his scalp. ]
Day 25 Post-game
Bailu: I wanted to check in with you.
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Bailu: But in a place like this, where it seems impermanent?
Bailu: I don't have a cure, but my recommended treatment after is to surround yourself with loved ones and your favourite foods.
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Imbibitor Lunae: wwwhats yo ur favorite food?
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Bailu: Tuskpir wraps!
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Bailu: But yes. I have.
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[He does want a kiss but there is a GIANT GODDAMN HAND on his sternum and Dan Feng does not appreciate the way it makes him feel that someone stronger than him is holding him down?? Feels weird? Good weird?]
I do, but. In front. Of? You two are? [His braincells are overheating.]
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... Well... I don't mind, if I'm with both of you. I'm used to this setup... but if you'd rather not, that's okay too.
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Heeeyyyy. He leans into those scritches, tail curling a little. But now he's ALSO looking with a little warm evaluation. Both of them kissing?
THIS SEEMS LIKE A WIN FOR SETT. SETT LIKES WINNING.]
Don't let me be in the way.
[Says the man absolutely in the way right now.]
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[He says, while he reaches with one hand for Val, and his other one sort of (maybe) (tentatively) curls around Sett's forearm.]
I should have been in the middle. I was so cold. [He was not but HE COULD HAVE BEEN WARMER?????? IF HE HAD TWO HEATERS?????]
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[ Teasing, but leans down to his hand so he can touch her, warm and a little flushed. She does roll her eyes a bit at his complaining, and immediately goes back on her words to press down and gently kiss him anyway. This is basically being in the middle now, right.
Her hand doesn't pause its motion on Sett's head either, though, gently rubbing the base of his ear. She has two hands for a reason. ]
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There's just not much time before Sett himself sinks back down on him, expression blissed out.]
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[That comes out more throaty than he'd like, seeing as they're pressed chest to chest and Sett is so warm and Dan Feng is already cool to the touch, being a Vidyadhara. The expression on his face doesn't help. Dan Feng gives Val a despairing look.
So. Logically, the next thing to do here is to slide a hand around Sett's back, down into the divot of his spine, to scritch curiously at the base of his tail.]
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It's comfortable though, right?
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But it IS Dan Feng that he grinds down against, growling.
And the one he kisses, a little blind and hungry, before he can actually answer Val.]
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Dan Feng kisses him like it's a fight: all teeth and fangs clacking, forked tongue pushing against his - longer than a human's - he might nip a lip, or tongue, and when he breaks for air, he growls.]
I can taste you in his mouth. [He mutters, at Val, sounding like he has no idea what to make of this.]
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She watches this happen with her face going bright red, ears perked upright-- and when Dan Feng speaks she goes an entire shade darker, her tail lashing. It wasn't... that odd, and sensation she knew well from sleeping with both Sett and Aphelios, but none of them pointed it out. ]
... Do you like it?
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He can't help a bit of a shit eating grin as they part and ONLY THEN is he finally getting off the dragon, easing to the side.]
Sure fuckin' hope so.
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Language! [He says, while switching his gaze between them, like he's contemplating something. Said contemplation results in the faint smell of sea-brine, because, Aeons forbid, that kiss Did Things to him between his legs.]
I like all the ways you taste, Valencia, this is not new information. [Hh-h-hhh-] You aren't very good at that, Sett.
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she ducks her head, flustered, both because of That and also because the saltwater-scent is very obvious to even her, now. But she just reaches for Sett again, even if he'd settled, to draw him towards her. ]
He's-- great at it with me.
[ maybe he isn't. she doesn't know. she likes it though so thats what matters. ]
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Hey, if you don't want any attention-
[Honestly, even without the lil spark of ire causing his tail to lash, he's MORE than happy to push himself up again to lean over and kiss Valencia. It's a little nuzzles against her lips before he kisses her - again - like it has been years between now and then last-
it would be very sweet if not for like, the QUITE DELIBERATE nearly 3 feet of red, fluffy tail thwapping DF in the face.]
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This will result in the following:
Dan Feng shoving blindly at the both of them,
Dan Feng making a grab for that tail,
and Dan Feng biting at said tail, while trying to wrestle the owner of the tail away from whatever sweet thing is going on (No Longer Allowed) so he can climb on him and slide a knee between his legs.]
This is my bed? I should get the attention?
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Then Sett is wrestled away and Dan Feng is doing ???? something???? and she's just left laying there like. What.
She slowly sits up again, watching them. ]
Ah...
1/2
And then it's interrupted with a YOWL AS HORRIBLE LITTLE TEETH ASSAULT HIS TAIL. ]
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YOU ALREADY SAID YOU WEREN'T INTERESTED!!
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[His mouth opens again like he's going to say something else, and the he realizes what he just said, and then he flushes a violent shade of red, and then he proceeds to -
Put a hand on Val's chest. Strategically.]
You can't have premarital relations in my bed without me! That is rude and indecent!
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Except he gropes at empty air, because sometime between Sett yowling and their wrestling continuing, she's apparently left the bed. and the room entirely. ]
1/3
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[THERE'S NO VAL?????]
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Specifically how this isn't HIS fault.]
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[To be clear, it's totally Sett's fault, and Dan Feng is completely blameless, thank you very much. He climbs over Sett on purpose - whapping him in the face with his tail - and off the bed, going off in barefoot search of his sentient space heater.]
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OH! No you don't!
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[There is a sheer look of confusion at the unbridled audacity of this man??? Hello????]
This is your fault? You were not paying enough attention to her?
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[He's going to check on her now thanks.]
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... Is something wrong?
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Maybe I'll just sleep in the basement tonight. You two seem to be busy.
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Or just postponed.]
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You'd leave us cold like this? Valencia?
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Hesitates... but hugs him back, with a huff. ]
You're both getting rowdy. ... besides, Sett was mine first, so I should get a much attention from him as I want. Right?
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Ah, like all the laws - manmade or celestial - I have not broken before.
[You know what he's going to curl up into a ball and sulk and push his face into where Sett was sleeping before. Imperiously:]
Get back in here. Both of you.
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[ because she's standing on tiptoe to drag sett's face down to finish that sweet kiss from earlier. my time now. ]
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There's a little sound from him, and it's all the warning she gets before he picks her up- And it's likely entirely novel, being able to not only kiss him without the neck strain, but from above.
It's only after he's had a few sweet moments of this that he breaks it with a grin, and starts walking both of them back to Dan Feng.]
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He waits for them to come back with a vaguely appreciative look on his face that he will deny he has on.]
I did want to ask how you two- [Pause. Opens mouth. Malfunctions. Turns red.] - Ah. Spend time together, given your difference in stature.
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She looks up when Dan Feng speaks, ears perked, but her blush no less intense. ]
... Well-- he's. Very gentle, so...
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She's amazing. Like really really amazing.
[Is Sett's answer.]
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[He sits up and crawls around to drape over both their legs.] Is gentle all you are capable of, Sett?
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You called me incredible the other day. You called me a minx. And I like gentle. He's so big it's-- just as intense, anyway.
[ a pause, red, looking away from them. ]
Maybe you should watch and learn something.
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He gives Danny a sharp grin at that. Maybe he was going to say something entirely INAPPROPRIATE AND LEWD-
But lets be real, Val beats him to it.
She wants to- Oh. LIKE THAT. AND WITH HIM WATCHING AND.
BIG HEAD SENDS QUERY SOUTH: WE INTO THIS LIL DUDE?
HEAD IN CHARGE: BIG DUDE WE ARE SO INTO THIS.
All systems go.]
Right now? I mean. YEAH.
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I am never calling you a minx again, Valencia.
[Spoilers: he will do it again and with great enthusiasm. He sits back up, though, his pupils dilating into hungry, golden pools as he settles at their feet.]
Well? Hurry up.
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She hesitates a long moment, curled in against Sett's side. ... it'll just be like with Phel, won't it? Even if Dan Feng's stare is marginally more unsettling and attentive, and she offered it to begin with.
But she's also not going to let Danny win here-- or pass up a chance to have the man she missed so much again-- so once Dan Feng moves off of their laps she gets up. Just on her knees, enough to slide her leg over Sett's and straddle his waist, meaningfully rocking down against him (and also hiding her face in his tits, intensely embarrassed and red but very much wanting to squish them). ]
You can't rush this.
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Dan Feng! Let me draw you!
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So I got mine burden quest from little Sloth!!
She says I've to draw someone. I asked Jing Yuan too.
The way I've to draw him, I think you'll like, as well!
So I wanted to draw you too! I'm not very good at it, but 'tis been good practice trying!
And I'll draw Wriothesley and Leon too! Have you seen the tits on them? Of course you have!
But then I'll get back something I can use for you too! You'll love it! Bet you can't guess what 'tis going to be too.
>:3
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Why aren't you answering?
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What are you talking about?
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Is this some kind of joke? Who the hells is Kafka and why should I go through anyone to talk to you?
Dan Feng, this isn't funny!
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I could kick your arse tenfold right now, you wanker!! Where are you?! I'm coming over!! Don't you dare hide!!
[ If he doesn't tell her, she's heading to Gluttony and she's going to chase his scent until she locates him if he's not there!! ]
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Screw it she's going to tackle him. ]
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What in the hells are you on?! Did you knock your head against the wall more than once?! Why're you acting like some sorry character in a Yanxian Tragedy Drama all of a sudden?!
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[He turns his head and stares up at her.]
Are you real?
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[ She relaxes her hold, ears lowering in confusion. ]
Of course I'm real, you oaf. I've sat on you like this many times already.
[ Give her a moment. She's going to help him sit up and dust the grass and dirt off him. ]
What's wrong?
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He said- [He seems to have trouble focusing on her face, so he just looks down at her knees.] Why would anyone-- I'm sorry. I can tell now. Only the strangling was real.
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[ Dusting off her hands and holding his face. ]
Look at me. What happened?
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[His head lolls in her palms, almost like he's sleepy.]
I dreamt that I loved you.
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( I dreamt that I loved you )
Focus. She has to focus. ]
But.. But you are betrothed! He's been so happy! So has Dan Heng!! They're delighted at the thought of being with you! Surely...
[ The words spill out, shaky, as she looks at him. ]
How can it be a dream? I'm right here. Dan Feng... Why would I be here if I didn't love you, too?
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[Now he comes alive, of a sort - his hands come up to push at her shoulders, to bear her down into the dirt, covering her with his bulk. His tail winds up high behind him, lashing at nothing.]
What sweet words you say, that will turn to poison on a whim. Such are the natures of my delusions.
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Of course I'm here! There's no swiving delusion in this! Jing Yuan loves you, Dan Heng loves you— They were willing to find a way to be with you somewhere that wasn't where you began!!
How dare you doubt them?? How dare you doubt my feelings after all I've allowed?! Do you think I'd let just anyone treat me this way?!
[ She clutches the front of his clothing. ]
What made you think like this? Tell me! Did— did someone say something to hurt you?
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No, she knows why. She knows exactly why. And that's what makes this more difficult because she understands that Kaine's correlation of Dan Feng to his father made him more than likely to lash out at him... ]
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[ She moves her hands to his wrists, clutching them but not tightly— just enough to remind him of when she held him down. ]
But we wouldn't take that chance if we didn't want to be with you. We wouldn't even let you in if we thought you were anything worse.
And we don't. Except when you are.
[ She'll draw his hands off and to the sides of her neck, covering them with hers. ]
I told you I'd kill you myself if you tried to hurt me in a way I don't want. So I know you won't risk my anger- or Jing Yuan's and Dan Heng's. You know how upset we'd all be.
You'd hurt if I truly died too. You know I'm here. You can feel mine breaths. You know I'm here.
[ The repetition is important. ]
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I like seeing you upset. [He whispers, his thumbs pressing unerringly into the arteries of her neck. Enough to be a warning. His fingers tremble violently against her skin.] I like seeing you angry. I like seeing you smile, I like seeing you laugh, I like seeing you breathe, I like seeing you under me, over me, with me, I like - [Dan Feng rattles a wheeze.] You promised you'd bring me back. Kill me or I will kill you.
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There's a chance she'll never see any of Sloth or any of the people she's found herself loving here, as friends and more... but her fingers subtly move over his wrists, ready to move under his hands so even if he applies pressure, he's unlikely to damage her windpipe. However...
She just watches him quietly. ]
If you kill me, I may disappear for good. Then you'll never see any of it again. Be upset... be angry. Smile and laugh. Breathe. [ Each word is spoken pointedly. ] Under... over... with. And I won't get to see you do any of that either. Most importantly... I won't get to tell you I love you again.
[ Her tail wraps around his waist as she lifts one hand to his cheek. ]
So... if you take my breaths, I expect you to give me yours. If it makes you happy to have mine, you owe me yours too. If I have to bring you back, then so do you. Dan Feng.
Can you do that? Or will you lose me forever?
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I don't- [He reaches for her skirts, fists a hand in the fabric.] I can't lose anyone else. You can't go. Don't leave me. [He grabs for her, desperate, her hand, her arm, shoulder, anything, eyes fracturing with tears.] Megumi. Please don't leave me.
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She moves her face close to push their foreheads together and purr. ]
Idiot... then keep me with you. As long as we're here in this cursed place, or otherwise.
[ She doesn't expect to see Jing Yuan and Dan Heng and him once they leave for the world they've chosen, should that happen. ]
If you ever want a home on Hydaelyn... Etheirys... you'll find me there, too. So come back to me here, too. And don't doubt that I'll love you just as much wherever you'll be.
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[There's the sliver of his old petulance there, as he leans into her, foreheads pressed together. His hands curl cold into hers, between them.]
Even if you are just the waxing of the moon, I will rise with the tide to meet you. [How blessed he is, to have recovered enough of a heart to share beyond his obsessions. He tilts his head, and closes the distance between them with a kiss, warm and a little wet with tears.]
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She doesn't withhold her own emotions there, kissing him until he's breathless, and when he finally does focus, she wiggles her ears at him. ]
Welcome home then, my little Menace.
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[He pulls back just enough so he can look at her face without going cross-eyed, and she can watch in real time as he starts to flush a violent shade of red, realizing what he'd just confessed.]
I- ah? I, we, did we just-
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And she dramatically raises a hand to her cheek- ]
Goodness, we did. And here you insisted 'twouldn't happen... my, my. I'm all a-flutter, Dan Feng.
[ Acting like a shite should help bring him back to normal... she also wipes his cheek with her free hand. Don't cry, big old man grandpa baby who she loves... ]
Looks like so are you.
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[Like any self-respecting, emotionally repressed immortal, he shies away from her touch, at first- before pushing into it, needy.]
It is because I. [He opens his arms, making grabby hands at her, a gesture incongruent with how formal and intimidating his robes are.] I do want all of I have said. I meant them. But before this place, I did not understand what it was like to love someone without hating them.
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[ She gives his cheek a squeeze with her palm and moves in to press her cheek against his chest, and draws her arms around his waist instead. What do you have this beautiful waist for, Dan Feng, to grab? Slut. ]
What changed? I know you've others here besides Jing Yuan and Dan Heng, but... what changed with us?
[ Now she's the blushy one. ]
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The Boss: werwer
[??????????????]
[After another frustrating moment of trying to type with hands like this, he finally just fucking calls. Ring ring ring]
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Is this some slang you youngsters use, or?
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... Hey. I need you to go to the graveyard. Val's... [ He trails off. ]
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She's dead and you need to be with her when she comes back.
[SHE BETTER COME BACK.]
Be careful, there's- something out here.
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Any reason why it should be me instead of you?
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[There's an odd, inhuman growl under it.]
I did it... I don't- I lost it. I don't remember a lot. But- [ He remembers that. How she TASTES. ]
She aint gonna want me there.
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Are you a moron? What do you mean she's not going to want you there? What did you do?
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What do you THINK I did with an opener like that!!
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Mstillkindahungry
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Is the hunger specifically for - intelligent creatures?
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Its not... Not intelligent creatures? But she didnt bring us to anything that wasn't??
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[There's the sound of leaves crunching.]
She would be better off seeing you here.
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I was good enough for Aphelios! Am I not good enough for you!
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THAT'S what happened... Duuuuuude
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Fine. I ain't far.
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Dan Feng's lounging on one of the graves like it's the finest daybed, but there's an air of faint anxiety around him, the way his tail is switching back and forth giving him away.]
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But no, eventually, a hulking figure slouches out of the cover of the trees and steps into the graveyard, already tasting the air for her.
He looks... not at all like himself. More beast than anything, more canine than the cat he usually clocks as, muzzle and teeth and bare bone in spots slowly healing. Part of his hand is missing and still dripping blood, the other burned. He isn't paying attention to either.
Just watching Danny's reaction with yellow, slitted eyes.]
No sign?
[Carefully he palms his phone closed.]
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[His tail stills, though, as Dan Feng tenses abruptly, the predatory instinct in him rankling at the arrival of another one, beastly like this. It takes a lot for him to keep lounging, turning his head just enough to look at Sett.]
You look pathetic.
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[ Actually he feels GREAT. But THAT makes him feel worse. He takes a few more steps into the graveyard and- ah. Dan Feng's instinct was right at least. Sett's ears pin back and he shakes his head, and sinks down onto his haunches some careful distance away from him.
The dragon smells delicious.]
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Don't come any closer or I will maul you and she'll be mad at both of us. [He sits up.] Just give me a moment. Is this a form of yours?
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No. Not this far. She did that.
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[Dan Feng closes his eyes and prays for patience.]
No growling. [He says, while growling a low, animal sound under his diaphragm.] I really want to tear your throat out and I cannot heal that fast enough to keep you from dying.
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Assuming y'win. Big assumption.
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He gets to his feet. Snicks claws out as he starts walking closer, his tail flicking behind him.]
Assumption? It's a fact. You think you can overpower me?
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Bone claws dig furrows into the ground as he tries not to get up but he's getting so CLOSE and he can HEAR Dan Feng's PULSE. ]
Don't care.
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He stops, crouching in front of Sett. Less than a thought and there's two tails winding behind him, woven into existence with Gluttony's magic. Dan Feng smiles like a knife.]
Mindless little creature.
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It's the slither of a new tail that snaps that fine control out of him. That's HIS he knows it's his. His prey says something but he doesn't care.
Sett's fast like this. Faster than when they'd fought, and somehow stronger. Maybe it's the transformation and maybe it's just the desperation. That maw opens wide, flecks of foam collected on the gums, and he's going to try and pounce Danny, snapping for that new appendage. ]
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There is literally zero give, considering the difference in their sizes, and his feet scrabble against the scant grass here. He could call his hydromancy forward, or spit acid, or frankly a dozen other things, but he did promise Sett his help, and he liked him enough to follow through with it.]
Neatly, you mongrel!
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Then something furry brushes along his tail, even as his other hand wraps around the tip of the tail to hold it steady. It's an appreciative nuzzle, cheek pressing past, perhaps a thanks, maybe just savoring.
The crackle of scales come a moment after. ]
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But it hasn't happened enough for him to get used to it. And there's nobody else here to see, so the whimper comes out full-throated, and perhaps when Sett comes back enough to his senses, he'll come to the questionable realization that Dan Feng makes the exact same sounds when he's in great pain and when he's in bed.
There's a lot of meat there, at least; three, nearly four feet of pure muscle, cradled by vertebrae.]
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Say something. [He mumbles, drowsy, reaching back to grab at Sett's claws with a shaking hand.] I'm lonely and cold.
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I.. [What IS he going to say? He doesn't know. He feels a bit drunk. Content and SATED. Then the massive hand removes itself from that impossible pin- only to replace by the warm weight of Sett settling over him.]
That was... That was good?
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[Smacking him in the hip weakly, but his other tail settles over Sett's waist.]
How are you feeling?
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[ The brain cells haven't quite finished starting up, because when he shifts back off of Dan Feng, it's just to gather him up to hold, like he does a lover. ]
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's she back yet? [The smell of blood is thick in the air, underscored by the sweet, overripe scent of Dan Feng's healing magic, trying and failing to close over whatever Sett has left of his tail, on account of, you know, going into shock.] Go look.
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And then realizing the weak loll of the man's head-
He's been in enough fights to know what shock looks like. ]
SHIT. No, hang on.
[His hands are too sharp and too clumsy to stop the bleeding, but after a fumbling attempt, there's shadow slithering up around it and constricting.]
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[The constriction helps, but not immediately; Dan Feng tries to sit up and does a good impression of a drunken toddler.]
'm fine. Not the worst. [Petulantly:] I taste better.
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First. We are not ever, EVER comparing tastes.
Second. I don't want to know what the worst is.
Third. We're going to a healer. Tinea okay?
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[He pets blindly down Sett's ruff, purring despite what just transpired between them.]
Oh, Sett. Were you really like this all along.
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I told you somethin' happened.
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It's fine if you confess. [How a guy on the verge of shock manages to croon is a mystery.] It's just us.
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You've seen my memories. I aint good.
But I aint THIS.
Not even remotely sorry to disappoint.
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Turns his face into Sett's fur???]
Nothing?
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I got messed up by some weird deer lady and I hurt him.
... He needs help. I can't pay right now, but I'll bring it soon.
[Sett's ALSO injured, but kind of NOT ON THE SAME PRIORITY AS THE DEFLATING LIZARD]
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[ vastella looks sett over to, but he asked about dan feng first so that takes priority. ] Let me have a look at him and then we will talk more about this deer lady and your own injuries. [ she scruffs dan feng and lifts him up and away from sett. ] Tell me of your ailments. [ but she's looking at his tail. does it look eaten? is it mangled?? ] What did he do to you? And I want the truth.
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Keep him warm... he aint good with t'cold.
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[ but back to dan feng. ] I'm aware of his distaste of the cold. I will take care of things, but first. [ the truth. ]
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Dan Feng's face twists ugly with annoyance for a moment, baring his fangs, and he visibly struggles to contain himself - but this is kind of hard when you've lost as much blood as he has. He'd conjured a second tail with his Gluttony abilities, but that tail is little more than a foot-long affair of mangled muscle and scale and bone, compared the his original one, which is a little less than four feet.
It's not a neat injury. It's visceral gore and sinew and weakly pumping arterial blood. The ragged edges of it are dripping with a sickly-sweet magic, of Dan Feng trying to regenerate it, but he's just succeeding with draining himself further.]
...it's not Sett's fault. I offered.
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[ and then they turn to sett. ] Why did you need to feed on him? You mentioned a deer woman. Explain.
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Setts ears pin down further. Somehow.]
I ran across her when I was... [The fur over Sett's brow furrows as he realizes he doesn't KNOW. He rubs at his muzzle and then shakes the thought out. Not important.] All I remember is her eyes. They were glowin' and then I think I saw her memories?
She an' her bro drown, and she woke up somewhere like some fucked up research place or lab. Dunno, there was a lot of blood. But she came out wrong. And hungry.
And then... then I was too. At first it was so bad I couldn't think. I didn't even know my own name, man.
She took us huntin' with her.
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[ but it's interesting that he managed to see into her mind... her memories... ]
It sounds like she possessed you to an extent. [ but why. she's capable of hunting. ] Who did you kill, how many, ...and did your hunger not recede after the murders? Or was Dan Feng just eager to be mutilated? [ FUCKEN EYES HIM. ]
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And... no. No it didn't.
[Then in a sotto voice to Danny.] bro how often do you end up here?
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Sloth got hurt! If you-
I'll do whatever y'need. You can take it out on me if you want.
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Every word hits like a club. It's not like they aren't ones that had been swishing around in the back of his mind since. But out loud they're more visceral. More real. ]
i did. [It doesn't matter what the explanation was. That's the truth of it.]
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[ in. ]
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Save it for them. If it gets worse again, I'd rather be easier to take down.
[Though the bite on the hand is obvious. He's missing a part of it, though the bleeding has stopped. The burns are cooled and skin closed. He's guarding his ribs and several new lacerations and bites look. Dan Feng like.]
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Do not try my patience anymore than you already have, Sett.
I will not ask again.
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That poor pillow...
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Thanks... I'll bring some food by. I aint been around nearly enough anyway.
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Bring it to the church. I spend much of my time there.
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[Not that he may not go hunting with him anyway-]
That's ah... good to know. I was gone for a bit. I might have been heading to find your cave again
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I don't really spend much time there anymore...
If you two are feeling better, then you should go back home. I'm sure there are plenty of people worried about you.
But I don't want to hear that you nibbled on anyone else. [ looks to dan feng. ] Either of you.
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But what if I asked their permission........
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Is that not a sign of affection? I like biting my Yuan'er. He makes very good sounds.
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It is! [please vastella do not take etiquette lessons from dan feng.] Think about it. You have rows upon rows upon rows of jaws and teeth and if you bury them in a soft thing and swallow pieces of it does it not mean you like it.
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[From the guy who absolutely held DF down and ate him.]
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And I know. I gotta come by with a sewing kit and patch like thirty-
... oh fuck I can't sew with hands like this!!
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Dan Feng stares at him. More accurately, he stares at Sett's teeth.]
Are you going to be like this permanently! [He flushes red for some reason.] You need to fix my little Yuan'er! I put things in his stuffing!
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[He hopes not, AND IGNORING DAN FENG STEAMY ROMANCE WITH HIS OWN DESTRUCTION FOR A MINUTE HERE]
What did you put in....!?
Actually, nevermind I'll just wear gloves.
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[Dan Feng draws himself up, chin tilted in defiance - or at least tries to, because it's pretty hard to look intimidating when not more than ten minutes ago he'd been curled up like an anemic shrimp.]
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megumi: window is open
[ she does not want him coming in through the door and alerting anyone else also the medicine box is the one she keeps in her bag for emergencies with the painkilling powders and dressings and such. ]
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[But it is literally less than ten minutes before he's peeking through her windows, huddled in a thick blanket and holding a thermos.
He's just going to stand there though.]
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She does seem flushed, though, and when she spots him, she moves over to the window, trying to play it off though her eyes do adjust to the darkness to look over him. ]
... what did you do.
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[Surely parroting it back at her will distract her yes? He climbs up, over, into the room, in careful, measured, movements. Sets the medicine box and thermos down to gently close the window..............
Definitely not avoiding the question.]
I am not your delivery man.
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[ Blunt, but his reaction is confirming he did, in fact, do something stupid (like her, not that she knows he did the same stupid thing).
She thanks him for what he's brought under her breath, though for a moment she just. Pushes her head against his chest. She is burning up. ]
I know you were helping Settrigh.
[ With what, she doesn't know yet, but she actually means to be appreciative that he was. How Dan Feng translates that, though... ]
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You've no right to be mad, you should've seen him.
[He parts her bangs to press his lips to her forehead, half in affection and half to take her temperature.]
What do you need?
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I did. See him, that is. Seems like you did, too...
[ She grimaces a bit, pulling back a moment to look at him and scanning his body, then she sighs and draws back her cloak to reveal her bandaged arm and shoulder. ]
...you've your healing. Heal me.
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I do have some of it. But it's - like I said, a while back. Tempered. I can heal you completely, but there you will acquire some lesser injury.
[Starting to bully her back towards her bed, to sit her down.]
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... Dan Feng.
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He shucks off the blanket, folding it neatly.]
Did he do that to you.
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She nods. ]
I probably wasn't the only one, if he got you too. You let him, then?
[ Pointed look. You know, just in case she can get one up over him to scold him... which she can't because she, in fact, allowed Sett to eat her. ]
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[He goes to sit down next to her, then, their knees touching each other as he reaches out to draw her hair over her uninjured shoulder. The spell she'd cast lifts some of his pallor, gradually, and he cants his head to the side.]
You already know the answer to that. Better me than someone else at the time. I don't mind.
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[ She watches him sit, the numbing powder having been doing some amount of work through the day to ease her and leaning into his touches without hesitating or even leaning away. ]
But the thought of Jing Yuan and Dan Heng in pain isn't one I like, either... Jing Yuan had been eaten through, too. And you... I couldn't help anyone at all in this state.
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Why does it matter if you can help or not? You are not the only healer in this place. Don't think of yourself so highly.
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[ There's a smirk- though what he'll reveal (despite it being very well dressed for the kind of wound it is) is most of her left arm devoured enough to reach bone but just stopping short of cracking it- enough that she still has some use and motion in it though she hasn't been using it. And so she's covered it, all the way to her shoulder, which is also suffering the same fate.
Once revealed, it's a rather painful sight; she sighs. ]
Do what you can... Vastella will have to do the rest, but I don't want them to have to drain themselves more than necessary if we can do it halfway through.
1/2
His mouth opens quiet, fangs with threads of saliva. His hands curl into claws. He wants to see more, he wants to see her marrow, he wants to strip the muscle and fat and hear her scream and cry under the same pain he had to endure all of those centuries and
He looks up at her face. Looks back down, and visibly struggles with himself, hands trembling.]
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She'll feel it immediately: her warm-bloodedness seems to evaporate, and she'll plummet into chills instantly.]
How are you feeling?
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And then the chills begin, making her sit up in alarm, feeling like ice has run right through her and she closed her eyes, feeling like any tears she might shed will end up frozen with how sharp that chill is. It happens so suddenly, but almost immediately, she clutches his arm with her hand, feeling desperate for contact, any kind... ]
... cold. Don't go...
[ He's not going anywhere, what's wrong with her... ]
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'tis better... like this. I feel like I can't be away from you. 'tis painful.
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...something else is wrong...
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Any other discomfort? Pain? [Rummaging...]
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[ Focus, focus... she somehow manages to express it, though, realizing what could be wrong. ]
Anxious. 'tis an abnormal anxiety. Perhaps 'tis one triggered by lack of contact?
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It may take a day to resolve. Or- longer. [Dan Feng murmurs, quiet, but not out of guilt.]
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... what are these symptoms? Now mine body feels hot inside.
[ Holding his hand- not tightly but still HOLDING to make sure he doesn't go anywhere. ]
The only time I've seen anything like this in mine patients is on the battlefield.
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I cannot know what the effects are beforehand, but the healing is potent enough to justify it for some. [A pause.] We need to clean your wounds off before bandaging them again. Or perhaps your healing will be able to take care of the rest?
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[ Motioning to the nightstand. It's not like she has much else here. ]
'tis just harder to use mine own healing for myself when I'm not at full health... but I can give it out. How is your tail?
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No. No more healing from you to me. Hush.
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Why not.
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[Haughty sniff as he reaches into her nightstand (rooting a little in it. Because he's curious) and takes out what he needs.]
And I have been injured far worse. It is not an issue.
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How would my healing undo it... 'twould only help you and doesn't injure me.
[ Frowning. ]
How would you feel if I said I'll let myself hurt when I could be healed, just because I'm used to it? Hurt that someone else caused and needed healing, no less? Just because you're used to it, doesn't mean you ought to be in pain. 'tis not like a lover's mark that you can wear and enjoy the ache of.
[ ... pause. ]
And if that's how you're seeing this, then tell Sett to give you one that doesn't cause you damage. Your body isn't yours alone to hurt anymore.
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It is different. I am immortal and ever-rejuvenating. A stagnant pond. It makes no difference if I hurt today or the next; it is all the same.
[His good tail curls across the bedspread, to slink into her lap.]
Yuan'er, he- my Yuan'er, used to run me through like a lover. I can't tell the difference. If you decided to hurt me now I would not love you any less.
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She sighs and moves her hand into his, her own coming to settle atop his as he works. ]
I'm not, though. Ever-rejuvenating. What may be fine for you in the long run, is something I see in mine limited days with you, a pain you have while in mine company. I don't like seeing you bear with something I can't help you with at that time. Feels like I'm being imposed on and denied caring for someone I love.
[ Basically: My time with you should be my time with you. Even in pain.
She also has no idea what the dragon's blood in her veins has done to her lifespan but shh. ]
... Dan Feng? If I ask you something about your feelings, will you answer me honestly? No lies, no excuses?
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She doesn't need much bandaging, but he works fast and efficient all the same, and if he sits closer than needed, well, she already knows how touch-starved he's been.]
It would be a disservice to the both of us if I said yes. [He looks up, though, tilting his head to the side like a puppy hearing a sound.] But I will try. What is it?
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She thanks him, slowly moving her arm- it does feel better even if it's raw and sore, before shifting so he can come in closer and squeezes his hand.
She follows his movements tilting her own head, but fixes her blue gaze on his. ]
I don't think we'll be trapped here forever... so if there's a way for us to enter each other's worlds... and if I asked you to come and stay with me in Etheirys... even for a little while... how would you feel?
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You have to understand, half of my waking moments for centuries had been for Jing Yuan. And now that I have him, and Dan Heng...
[He trails off. Looks down at their joined hands, and he ducks his head further, unable to hide how pleased he is. What a novelty, to be sought out for one's company...]
We are reading the same book, Megumi, only that you are several chapters ahead. [His tailtip swishes in her lap.] Ask me again, later on, when I have worked on myself enough to be worthy of your offer.
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(Even if she's asking someone so, so dangerous for her, and not in the way he is... but she will never forgive Marcellus in this lifetime, no matter what she feels for him.)
Her gaze softens, and she finally lowers her head with a chuckle. ]
... then, how would you feel knowing I feel something for Jing Yuan and Dan Heng now, too? 'Tis not the same as what I feel for you... doubt anything could come close. And they obviously do not see me in the same light they do you.
[ At most, she's their playmate, even if her own feelings have grown noticeably, but curbed. ]
I'm used to being the one left behind and not being taken seriously, because I love so easily. Surely, I'll find someone else to fill mine time, aye? As long as I'm "sweet and beautiful".
[ Things said to her. She stresses on them, mockingly. ]
But I'm selfish and demanding. I can be warped and ugly when I want someone to be mine. You...
[ She touches his face with her free hand. ]
I want you to be as happy as you can be. Whatever happens. You've longed for this for so long. So I'm not sure how much I'm permitted to want where it comes to you... to everyone I care for here. I'll never ask you for anything you can't give, so...
I suppose I just needed to hear if you would at least consider it. If not now, then before mine life has burned out.
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[He's not going to thank her for waiting, but he turns his face into her hand to hide in it briefly, like a small bird.]
If you told me you felt something for my betrotheds half a year ago I would have killed you instantly. I do always have the urge to kill you and take you apart and sleep in your ribcage [ok sidetracked, he blinks himself back to the conversation] but I like you better alive.
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Full glad am I for it, then.
[ She chuckles, moving her thumb over his cheek. ]
I'd be very cross if death took me sooner than I had the chance to spend with someone I love, aye.
[ She draws his head down to kiss the corner of his mouth, her body temperature warm on the surface again. ]
... even if this place may not even let us choose who kills us when we need to. But I'd rather you do it before anyone else does if I ever end up needing so. Because I'll come right back to you if you do it.
Just don't kill me if I don't have to be dead. I'd prefer your embrace instead.
[ Why is she saying that? It's probably nothing. ]
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[He says this in a tone that's faintly bewildered, still unused to such blatant declarations - from anyone - of actually wanting his affections.
Dan Feng turns his head to catch her lips against his, luxuriating in the contact, before pulling back and frowning.]
You are very warm. Too warm. Take off your clothes.
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[ But she tries to hide the blush rushing to her face on top of the heat in the kiss, sinking against him- until they have to regretfully part, and she blinks before sighing. ]
Sometimes I think you'll find any excuse to undress me.
[ She's already in the least amount of clothes she owns!! The miqo'te separates, just without the leather supports. She does move to carefully remove the stockings that she wore when her feet felt cold, though. ]
... Vastella is going to be so angry with me. And you for that matter.
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[Unfortunately he sounds really sincere about that, less of a flirt and more of an actual question. He digresses, though, batting her hands away so he can remove them.]
I am not under their jurisdiction. [He mutters, Absolutely Not Worried. (Spoilers: he is very worried, he doesn't know how they manage make him feel bad for doing stupid shit, but it's awful.)] I do not regret offering. Sett is [Pause.] Not that annoying.
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"Your" woman, is it. Then mine gorgeous man ought to give me the same delight.
[ He is so worried, though, and she gently tugs him back further onto the bed, sliding her hands under his top to feel across his skin there so she can cool herself some more, and sets her face against his shoulder. ]
I don't regret it either. He's precious to me. Been finding that I won't lay with someone I don't feel that way for, if I don't have to.
[ She doesn't have to do missions here that require it. ]
But I hate making Vastella sad... be sure to give them the best cuts of meat you have, too. Preferably not from your own body.
[ JOKING. She'll kiss along his jawline with a purr for it! ]
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[She's healed him enough so he doesn't really bleed through his bandages on her sheets, but he's still clumsy as he tries to remove his shirt, knowing that he runs several degrees cooler than what short-lifers determine to be normal.]
You should not do things you do not want to. [Become ungovernable like Dan Feng. There's several more attempts to get the hem of his shirt to cooperate. He huffs.] Take this off me.
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She'll shift and carefully help him off with his top, before moving and looking over at his tail, then reaching for her dressings. ]
Hold still while I re-do your dressings first.
[ Healers just don't quit. But she will lean in to kiss the side of his neck, and give his ear a nip, before moving to take his tail over her lap. ]
... I've no concern with you having other lovers... not that 'tis a surprise. But know that I'd come to you first, before any others. 'tis important to make that clear to one's partners.
[ Beginning to wrap him up properly and securely. ]
There are others among mine company, and who I care for dearly. But you are the only one I've... said I've loved back, this way. Just so you know.
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It is very novel to me, to find that I do not love Jing Yuan any less - that I would never love him any less - to have affections for others.
I did not understand, until one day, I woke up, and you were the first one I thought of, because I wanted to tell you about what inane thing I had dreamt, and to see what you thought about it. A part of me shared with you, and so I hoped, that you would share more of yourself with me...
[His ears are red. He squirms a little at the vulnerability.] It is not something I would afford so easily. [What he wants to say is, she's special to him too, but he's allergic to saying it out loud, so this is the best she's going to get outside of murder attempts when his mara acts up.]
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[ That confession is sweet, and she feels her heart race, picking up on what he's saying but also not wanting to assume.
She's been left behind so easily every time she's wanted, after all. The bandages are securely fastened, and she carefully moves his tail back before shifting and moving back to wrap her arms around him sideways, head under his. ]
'tis a bit frightening, in truth. All of this. But full glad am I to have it. Suppose such feelings are always frightening, aren't they?
[ And Dan Feng is... definitely that. ]
But I am here. Whatever happens, I am here. You're mine now, too. Know that any hurt you give yourself is hurt on me, too. And I will make you regret it next time.
[ Pretend-scold! She does smile wryly, cheek against his shoulder. ]
... can't keep calling you "Shushu" as mine younger self did, I suppose. Back to being mine little treasure of a menace, then...
[ Teasing. ]
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Valencia: It'll be temporary, before you get too excited.
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Also he is too excited, why would you tell him not to get overly excited, this is mean and terrible and his bedroom door SLAMS open]
What is it.
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she jolts when he slams the door open from where she's sitting on the edge of his bed-- then huffs, relaxing. ]
You could be a little calmer? If you break the door I'm not going to be the one to fix it.
[ And it's probably immediately noticeable why she called him in; her cat ears and tail have gone, replaced by black keratin horns curving back over her hair, and a red-scaled tail curled over the bed beside her, about the length of her legs. ]
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Uh? [He says, intelligently, one hand still on the doorknob.]
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... Don't like it?
[ Surely not. that would be insane of him. ]
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It's another dragon, in his nest, but it's also Valencia, who is also in his nest, and his get this dragon/enemy/other creature/intruder out of my space instinct is going haywire. He wants to do something but he's not sure what. His fangs start to ache, and his claws extend, and he pads soundlessly up to the bed, up to her, eyes dilated so broadly there's practically nothing of the azure left.]
You should leave. [Distantly he's aware of how he's already reaching out to haul her up higher into the bed, off the edge, trying to push her down, trying to cage her against the sheets--] Valencia.
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Instead, she stretches out against the sheets, watching him, her palms smoothing over his upper arms to his shoulders. ]
You don't look like you want me to leave.
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[He's saying her name oddly, going for reproachful but ending up a little bit drunk, mouth working like he's trying very, very hard not to bite her.]
You must. I cannot control myself like this. [With Dan Feng it's always a toss-up of which way he could not, but judging from the way he braces himself with an elbow beside her head, just so he can cradle her face and pet at her temples, he probably does not mean in the violent, stabby way.] What happened? Are you all right?
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She chooses to believe the former when he touches her, leaning into his hand with her eyes half-lidded as her own delicately settle at the base of his neck, one thumb stroking his pulse point. Her horns aren't particularly large and don't seem all that sensitive when he brushes against them, but her tail, with some effort, curls over Dan Feng's thigh.
The color is high in her face when she speaks again, skin hot. ]
-- I'm fine, it's temporary... I knew you would like it, but this exceeded my expectations?
Do you want me, Dan Feng?
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[Yes he is that down bad that he's immediately skipped the 'I cannot say hanky panky without shriveling like a raisin' phase.]
I - I can't be gentle. I am telling you this now.
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She goes entirely bright red, from ears to what's visible of her neck, and-- it does give her pause. The intensity of his stare, his voice-- it isn't exactly helping cool off that desire, not really, but she is trying to think about it logically.
-- He says he can't be gentle, but she wouldn't exactly call him gentle while fucking her to begin with. Before, yes, and after, but during? How violent, exactly, is he talking? Is that normal for dragons? She can't remember ever seeing Jing Yuan or Dan Heng terribly injured after the nights he'd been missing from Gluttony and almost certainly spent with them, but how much more resilient were they in the face of that sort of treatment compared to her to begin with?
There's a long pause, before both of her hands shift up to cup his jaw, rubbing her thumbs delicately over his cheeks. ]
I think-- there's much that I can handle, and seeing you so excited is--
[ a brief fluster; she's trying to speak quickly, knowing his control is a bit tenuous. ]
-- It makes me want you, too. Badly. If you think you'll truly hurt me then I'll... go, as you wish, but-- but I do trust you.
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You can take it. You will take it. [Rumbled.] Take responsibility.
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-- It's your fault I'm like this?
[ She sinks her free hand into his hair, behind his ear, and finally tugs him back up to her face to pull him into a kiss. ]
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Dan Feng kisses her like a storm. There is no buildup, or slow, sweet drugging kisses. He kisses her like how he intends to fuck her, desperately hungry. He's already rucking up her shirt without so much as a by-your-leave, his claws in danger of tearing the fabric.]
Off. Off or I will tear these off you.
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She lets go of him to pull off her shirt and bra in the same motion over her head, tossing them to the floor. And after a very brief thoughtful pause she does the same for her pants, hastily kicking them off of her legs.
And-- as she does this, a bit breathless, ]
-- Dan Feng, how do your females-- I mean, how do I make this good for you...?
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You already are very good for me, Valencia. If you would indulge me - I want to hear you. [He smiles at her, one of his fangs catching at his lip. What a gift that she's given him. Dan Feng is so pleased that his ears bounce as he settles in between her ankles - and yanks her close, clean across the sheets, sending pillows flying.] Mark me as I mark you.
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The yank catches her by surprise though, and she gives a small yelp, her tail whipping sharply against his leg with alarm-- and with an eager look on her face, more excited and aroused by that then she would have thought. This fucking rules, actually? Being manhandled is great when you decide you want it in the first place? She watches him with wide eyes, intent, squirming down some to curl a leg around his hips and press herself a little closer... Noises certainly weren't going to be an issue, probably, but marking? ]
Mark you how?
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His free hand comes up - to press a thumb into her mouth, feeling over her canines.]
Your nails - teeth. Anything. So as I claim you, you are to claim me.
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She makes a soft noise at the feel of his slick against her skin; she's not quite as wet as usual but surely you understand this moved very quickly. Even so, it's not like he doesn't produce his own, so what's the issue... She arches a little, to press down against him. The last few times they'd waited until he was already out and erect, so if it's like this-- will it just slide in? Is this how his kind would normally do it, to begin with? That's so convenient...
She opens her mouth to let him do that-- her teeth aren't any sharper than usual-- and considers his words... then she bites down on his thumb, with gentle pressure. ]
aiya i forgot nsfw warning
Good girl.
[He leans down - nips at her lower lip as he pulls his thumb out. Dan Feng contemplates her for a moment (stares at her, more like, like he's still not actually believing what he's seeing (he isn't)), and then he presses his hands flat against her inner thighs, spreading her wide. It isn't gentle; some of his strength is behind it.
If she's still wearing underwear that is getting ripped clean off - because he's going gather some spit in his mouth and let it drip on the mound of her cunt, slick down the valley of it, with a fascinated, hungry look on his face.]
we both did... rip
She shifts just a bit to get an elbow under her to watch him, legs spreading easily under his touch and-- goes bright red when he lets his saliva drip over her. She impatiently baps her tail sideways against his thigh, with an embarrassed groan. ]
-- Must you?
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Am I not allowed to enjoy my present? [He thumbs the slick over her clit, downwards, dipping lightly into her lips.]
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Only some dragons had tails as prehensile as Dan Feng's, right, so-- maybe this was something to facilitate breeding? To hold the tail out of the way, to gain access, prevent the muscular limb from dislodging them? Ah, she's thinking too much, but it's kind of fascinating to witness the subtle difference in behaviour from him... She reaches down to curl her hand delicately over his, nails lightly scraping over his inner wrist. ]
Ah, well-- there's many more ways to enjoy such a thing...
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Petulantly, he grinds the heel of that hand against her clit, his other hand spreading her lips open before gently hilting a finger into her. It's almost perfunctory - the bare minimum sort of stretching.]
There is one that I like the most. Did you think of what you would do to me, seeing you like this? I am a creature of base instinct.
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She really didn't think about it, no. She blushes a bit, closing her eyes, clearly a bit embarrassed. ]
Mn, I thought-- you would be... cute, and maybe a little possessive, and maybe try to bite me... and if I didn't show you, you would have pouted? I was prepared for that. I didn't realize this-- sort of thing was so strong, for you.
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[He says, while pouting, leaning down to press biting kisses at the column of her throat; they'll bruise, and Dan Feng would make sure of it.]
Foolish woman. I already spend time with a hand between my legs to your name, why would this be any different?
[Two fingers in, scissoring; against her thigh she'll start to feel the weight of one of his cocks burgeoning out.]
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[ A sharp noise, tucking her chin-- she does tilt her head away some so he can still bite at her neck, so she isn't entirely rejecting that advance even if it makes her visibly nervous (and not to mention her heart rate spikes). It stings and-- ah, Mark. Mark. She should...
A moment's hesitation before she reaches her other hand up under his arm and behind his shoulder, hugging, her nails digging sharply into that flesh. This, though, gets interrupted by his words, and his hand, and the slick heat heat of his length resting against her flesh-- she's blushing fiercely now, stuttering. ]
You-- you-- what? I-- ngh-- w-why would...
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[Dan Feng leans back just enough to give her a judgmental look, before dipping his head to steal a kiss, soft and closemouthed, because he can't help it. She's great fun to tease, and her flush is adorable, and okay here he goes again with another kiss, and another, like little knocks on a door.
These might distract her from the three fingers fucking in between her legs, slightly cool - because Dan Feng is using his own slick to ease her open.]
I think of taking you with both cocks, amongst many things, like someone of my own kind can.
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[ Ohhh. Those kisses are nice and definitely more than welcome, and she responds eagerly in kind, her hips rocking up into his hand; even the extra fingers only gets a pleased, high noise, because somehow that's still gentler than the last time he fucked her with his hands. The coolness of his fingers fades quickly enough, though, in the unrelenting heat of her body. ]
I-- can. If you're careful, I...
[ perhaps a little too confident by half but it's hard not to be when she can take Sett like a champ. Her tail squirms in his grip, and she reaches down with her other hand, to curl her fingers over his cocks and stroke him. ]
... I think you can be gentle. If you try. I'd like to see you try.
[ which is more of a goad than a plea, really. ]
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Presumptuous. [But she's given him permission, that counts as permission, right? His expression turns hungry. He's looking between her legs, covers her hand with his.] Submit to me, then. Trust me.
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Her eyes glance back up to his face as he speaks, though-- if she wasn't well and truly soaked before the hunger in his face would have solved that issue swiftly, from the way her body clenches around nothing in response. She exhales a long breath, shifting her fingers to gently sandwich her ring finger between both of his cocks and separate them as she rubs, even as his hand covers hers. ]
... I already trust you.
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You are always too good to me, my dear.
[He leans in to kiss her forehead. And then his gaze sharpens, eyelids shuttering, as he looks at her mouth.]
Turn over and present yourself.
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I want to be good for you.
[ And it kind of seems like she was going to say more, until his next command, which-- well. She kind of stares blankly at him for a beat too long, lips parted and uncomprehending. ...Turn over? So he means to...
Her body wastes no time flushing entirely through, from her face and even a bit blotchy down her chest, thoroughly embarrassed, but. She wiggles out from their position a bit so-- well first so she can stretch, gone a bit stiff, before carefully pushing herself over onto her stomach and up onto her hands and knees. Her shoulders hunch a bit, which does well enough to hide her face as she contemplates what exactly he considers "presenting herself" (she settles for spreading her legs a bit and lifting her tail...?).
On her back is the large tattoo, as usual, but-- newer are the keeled overlapping red scales dusted over her shoulderblades and down the length of her spine and, apparently unnoticed, a pair of wings. Or, what may have once been wings; evidently vestigial and from some kind of ground-dwelling species, reduced from any sort of flight capability to strong, gripping claws in hand-like formation. ]
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[To be honest he expected more resistance, or she'd need some coaxing, but Dan Feng's brain cells start leaking out of his ears at her easy compliance; what a gift she's giving him... Here is a low, rumbling sound from behind - then Dan Feng's hair, curtained around them, brushing her sides as he curves over her. One hand curls around her ribcage, cupping a breast roughly, while the other settles at her flank.
A kiss at the nape of her neck, turning into him mouthing wetly down her shoulderblade, those scales, and the join of wing to back, teeth scraping gently against the delicate skin.]
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Even his groping doesn't upend that view; the roughness is fondness in her (slightly) lust-addled mind, and she shifts to one hand to give a very small noise of... what would have been protest, maybe, if her own hand didn't come up to curl over the back of his, encouraging and digging into his flesh in turn.
But it's the kiss along her back that gets the biggest reaction. He mouths against that wing and it jerks on reflex, stretching claws grasping at empty air. Her whole body curves back towards him with a startled gasp, glancing back over her shoulder at him with a simultaneously look of confusion and intensely red-faced interest, her tail trying its very best to curl against the closest part of him it can reach. And, probably only of any real notice to him; the increase in scent, heady, as that interest sparks even further wetness between her legs. ]
-- Dan Feng...
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You know how horribly sensitive my tail is, do you not? Did you think yourself safe from the same weaknesses?
[He punctuates this by sliding the hand at her flank up her back, and then digging blunt nails firmly into the muscle she would have acquired to support those wings.]
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[ but she lets it trail off as he touches her, goosebumps raising under his touch. It's weird, being suddenly aware of limbs you had not noticed before, especially ones as sensitive as this-- she makes a whimpering little noise as his fingers dig in, the wings giving a useless little series of flaps and clawing at her own flesh for lack of anything else in range to grab.
She lets go of his hand-- reaches blindly back to try to grab at his head, but-- perhaps unfortunately for him-- his horn is the only thing close enough for her to reach. So she just fully tries to grip it. ]
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You are testing my self-control, Valencia.
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-- And then some of the lust subsides he'll probably be able to feel the change before he sees it; the way the muscles up her spine and neck go tense and her breathing goes shallow through her nose, her free hand half-frozen as if she had been reaching back to grab his arm. She doesn't, though, caught between her that deeply instinctive fear of you're pinned you're in danger he's got your neck and the confusingly just as deep instinct of you're pinned and he's going to take you and you want it so so so bad. She makes a noise-- or exhales, or something-- as a very faint tremble runs through her shoulders. ]
Dan Feng.
[ It's small, and breathless, and impossible to tell if it's a plea or a warning. ]
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But he doesn't force her further. Instead, he hooks his chin over her shoulder, pressing a wet kiss to the base of a horn, to her temple. The hand pinning her wrist lets it go, opting instead to press warm under her navel, just holding her against him, skin against skin.]
I have you, don't I? Say it. Come on. [It's less of an order, and more coaxing, though the strain of holding himself back can be heard in the gravel of his voice.] I have you.
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Her awareness isn't entirely focused but-- but he's trying. She can tell that much, and it warms her, and while she can't really shift her arms comfortably enough to touch him she does manage to twist a wing backwards to grip its blunt claws firmly into his side. She wonders how much of this is the dragon-courtship, the act of "capturing" the chosen mate, and how much is simply Dan Feng; she tries to turn her head a bit more, to kiss him, and makes a shivery noise of complaint when she can only manage to brush her lips against his hair. Her voice is still a bit strained, breathless, when she speaks again. ]
You-- have me. I'm yours.
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Good girl.
[He kneels back upwards. There's kisses on her shoulder, over her nape, before his hand spreads warm between her wings, keeping her pushed down as he holds his lower cock steady to breach her.
Well, he tries to go slow, he really does, but with a garbled whine of her name he fucks in to the hilt and freezes.]
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It's almost cute, the way he loses focus-- if she had been watching and not the one under him she'd have teased him for it, but as it is the too-quick intrusion of him makes her jolt with a high, sharp whine of pleasure. But she's had him before, and she's soaked through dripping with need, so the familiar heavy length of him is adjusted too quickly enough even if she's inclined to clench around him as she exhales a wavering moan.
She manages to twist her shoulders a bit, to bring her arm down-- down between her legs, stretching delicately over where their bodies join and her fingertips pressing gently into the base of him. And, well, it's not that he's not being gentle, or not trying... ]
D-Dan Feng-- good, good boy, like that...
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[She'll be able to feel how both of his dicks twitch and fatten even more with the praise, and the embarrassment thick in his voice. He didn't actually know he liked that. But he's not saying it out loud, because that's terrible.
Because this is Val's fault, he starts fucking into her to cut off any more horrible little praise-adjacent words, the hand not holding her down pressing bruises into a hip.]
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[ if there was an actual question somewhere in that noise it's gone now in the wake of his movement: the first thrust drives the air out of her lungs swiftly enough, and her wings (and tail) submissively flatten and shift aside to allow him to properly have his way. Her fingers tremble as she feels his movements into her against them; she can't quite reach far enough at this angle to push her fingers into his entrance when he hilts himself in her but she can certainly dip along the slick edges.
She gets enough breath back as she adjusts, though, to speak again and-- unfortunately-- ignore his command entirely, because why shouldn't he be praised when she feels so fucking good? ]
Good-- good boy, good, keep-- like that, please-- be good, keep going...
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He fists a hand roughly at the base of her skull - yanks like he wants to turn her head and smother her into the sheets, but he just ends up trying to manhandle her with his full strength, on her back.]
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And she just sort of looks at him with overwhelmed confusion, still breathing hard and shivering with a bit of a wince. ]
What-- wh...
[ a pause, gritting her teeth in a growl that's only somewhat made ineffectual by the way she squirms her hips. ]
-- That hurts!
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I was only - [His brain cells are visibly overheating. He looks at her face, then down at where they're joined, and back up at her, hands tightening on her flanks, and then:]
Oh. [Mumbled. The embarrassment makes his ears dip.] You're not Vidyadhara. [He pulls out slowly, and instead of waiting for her to turn over, he kind of just flops on her, trying to bury his face into her neck.] Forgot.
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She's quiet for a long moment, getting her breath back while her arms wrap around him, delicately smoothing over those newly-visible scales and rubbing soothingly over his back. At length, she tilts her head against his temple to murmur: ]
I'm sorry. [ "That I can't be what you want" goes unsaid. ] ... We can pretend a bit more, and I won't complain. You're being so good. I don't want you to stop.
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Pretending? [His brow furrows.] Do you think I would use you like that? [He looks down at her mouth, and away, mouth twisting.] I suppose that is warranted.
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Ah... no, I didn't mean... I just-- since you were so excited, and I look like this right now... but I'm still human, right? So it's kind of like-- ... like role-play, I thought? Not that I'm very good at it, but...
[ Hesitates, moving her hand to curl her fingers in his hair and tug him back down towards her. ]
... You said-- you'd mark me, and I could mark you back, and even though you scared me before I wanted you so badly. I still want you. ... But if you want to stop...?
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[Clearly the only reason to pretend that you're someone you're not in bed is to commit acts of violence or financial treason. Dan Feng leans back down, easy as anything, dropping a kiss on her nose, on her brow, on a cheekbone, on her chin...]
I want you too. But as Valencia. The draconic accoutrements are ... hmm. [He leans in to lick at her lower lip.] Flowers on a grave. Seatbelt on a pilot's seat? A good addition?
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[ She closes her eyes under those kisses, blushing furiously, and when he finally gets to her lips she huffs a breath, exasperated. Where's my kiss!!
But she contents herself with just smoothing a thumb over his cheek instead, through his hair to his ears, just... looking over his face. His words don't help the blush any, obviously, but she does try to calm down the strange warmth that rises in her chest because of it. ]
You just seemed-- so excited, when you saw? And it felt...
[ trails off a bit... then lays her head back with an embarrassed frown, tilting her head to look anywhere but directly at him for the moment. ]
... I've never seen you look so-- hungry, before. Not towards me, not like that. And the way you were acting... I-- like it, I think...? I don't mind being treated like a-- like one of your kind, for a while, even if I'm less sturdy.
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And the he props himself up on his hands, bracketing her shoulders as his hair falls down like a curtain around them, eyes (literally) luminous. He knocks her knees apart with his tail so he can settle between them, dropping his hips so he can slide a cock against the crease of hip and thigh.]
Then you will let me know if I hurt you, and you start minding it. [There's the undercurrent of a growl as he breathes out.] Otherwise you shall take what I give you whether you like it or not. I will not stop until you are round with my seed.
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[ what kind of fanfiction have i found myself in ]
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[ She takes in a sharp breath as his tail spreads her legs again though and she does go along eagerly, even if she's so red she kind of looks like she's about to die. Who says something like that??? In some weird way in the back of her mind the idea of being filled to the brim stirs something hot within her, aching between her legs, or maybe it's just the teasing closeness of his cocks, close but not nearly close enough to press into her? Hasn't he already left her empty long enough, as sweet as he's been...?
She makes a little bit of a face at "whether you like it or not" but she also can't deny the electric tingle of pleasure it sends up her spine and along her scalp, making her shiver; she keeps one hand warm against his collar and the other slides down, to curl over the heads of his lengths. Even as she wiggles her hips down a bit more, urging.
She can't keep the stutter out of her voice, unfortunately, but-- ]
T-then, you-- you should f. Fill me-- up.
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[Unlike the dark and sexy protagonist of a terrible harlequin romance, however, what she said makes Dan Feng visibly take in a deep breath and hide his face in one of her tits, so as to not come. He realizes this is counterproductive, and worries at a nipple with a sharp fang, laving the red marks with his tongue, because once again this is her fault.
After said moment, he finally sits back up, and hoists one of her knees over his shoulder.]
Look at me, darling. [Because he's thumbing her cunt open wide with one hand, and pressing his cocks together with the other, slowly pressing into her - watching her face.]
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But she does look at him when asked, even if she can't stop her gaze from drifting down, pulling her hand back to rest over her stomach so she can sneak glances at his combined cocks as he prepares. And when he presses in...
She exhales, long and slow, visibly relaxing back as he stretches her. It is similar to Sett, at least, but the difference in shape make it feel all that more intense, sparking little shivers of pleasure up along her spine. She makes a soft noise as he sinks into her, eyes half lidded and lips parted, both of her hands stretching to drag her fingers over the scales on his hips. ]