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so
are you still up to learn how to play the greatest game ever?
are you still up to learn how to play the greatest game ever?
do you ever feel like you’re going insane? losing time?
( after a little wait, and some sensory brain prodding, )
Louis, your mind is like a jungle gym. Ease up, some of us are nosy.
Louis, your mind is like a jungle gym. Ease up, some of us are nosy.
Nap and a dinner? I'm starting to think you like me.
Unfortunately, ( with a mental nudge that suggests, more than says, they’re mad about each other. lol. ) yes. Not a bad visual, though. I know you’re secretly amused.
Sooo I don't owe you a backlog for ass pics of the past?
Ruined in a cummy way, or a ripped in half way?
[After annoying Parisa sort of on purpose about pie and cake on the network, Gideon feels like he should, perhaps, make a peace offering. So when he receives the pie Carmy made for him he decides that, obviously, he should share it with Parisa.
There is a chance, of course, that she may find being offered pie now, after arguing about pie, is annoying in its own right. But Gideon decides it doesn't matter and will be worth it because he really doesn't want to eat a whole pie on his own.
So he shows up that afternoon at Parisa's door. He doesn't knock or otherwise announce himself, because he figures she will know he's there anyway. He just waits there, figuring she will receive him eventually. Hopefully before he falls asleep and lands face first on this pretty pie.]
There is a chance, of course, that she may find being offered pie now, after arguing about pie, is annoying in its own right. But Gideon decides it doesn't matter and will be worth it because he really doesn't want to eat a whole pie on his own.
So he shows up that afternoon at Parisa's door. He doesn't knock or otherwise announce himself, because he figures she will know he's there anyway. He just waits there, figuring she will receive him eventually. Hopefully before he falls asleep and lands face first on this pretty pie.]
( in fact by the time he pauses outside her door, parisa is already opening it, eyeing gideon with a bland look of complete (enforced) disinterest. as luck would have it embry's out right now, which is lucky, because she would otherwise have to introduce them together and admit — what? there are other people from her world, she knows them, they are borderline if not unarguably a little bit friendly. impossible. kill her first. )
Dreamer. ( she nods a greeting, looking down at his proffered pie, huffing to avoid laughing because gideon is cute, a looking back at him, arching a brow. ) Don't be annoying. Come in.
( she gestures him inside, her room a total mess of girlie and feminine things spilled on the floor and draped around chairs, flopping on her bed and patting the spot beside her. anyone else would probably take it for an invitation for more than just pie, but this is gideon. he has cotton candy and cloud fluff for brains. parisa isn't worried. )
Dreamer. ( she nods a greeting, looking down at his proffered pie, huffing to avoid laughing because gideon is cute, a looking back at him, arching a brow. ) Don't be annoying. Come in.
( she gestures him inside, her room a total mess of girlie and feminine things spilled on the floor and draped around chairs, flopping on her bed and patting the spot beside her. anyone else would probably take it for an invitation for more than just pie, but this is gideon. he has cotton candy and cloud fluff for brains. parisa isn't worried. )
Humiliation kink is what you're looking for.
Curious? It's a favorite.
Curious? It's a favorite.
[ before, when they’d spoken, he hadn’t really been feeling like himself; now, when he extends a thought to her in the middle of the night (prime waking hours for him), he sounds a bit steadier. ]
How many minds can you sense at once, if you put effort into it?
How many minds can you sense at once, if you put effort into it?
( thoughtfully, )
All of them, in a range. If it's crowded I'd have to focus, but I can count, shockingly enough.
You don't have a range, do you?
All of them, in a range. If it's crowded I'd have to focus, but I can count, shockingly enough.
You don't have a range, do you?
Make yourself free this evening.
[Sorry, Parisa, but there's no easing in to it this time. Barely any warmth in his voice, even. Someone is doing his best to tuck his anger away, but failing miserably. So if he can't do that, clearly the best option is to overwhelm it with a whole new emotion instead. And with Parisa, there's no risk of him overstepping her boundaries in the process. Not when she can give as good as she gets.]
[Sorry, Parisa, but there's no easing in to it this time. Barely any warmth in his voice, even. Someone is doing his best to tuck his anger away, but failing miserably. So if he can't do that, clearly the best option is to overwhelm it with a whole new emotion instead. And with Parisa, there's no risk of him overstepping her boundaries in the process. Not when she can give as good as she gets.]
( who says parisa doesn't like a man on a mission? )
Not feeling very social, I take it. Alright. Where would you have me?
Not feeling very social, I take it. Alright. Where would you have me?
i know you’re not there and fuck— just fuck
i really miss you, p
my phone buzzes and i keep hoping
i want to know who did it
i want to make them pay even if they’re saying you didn’t fight
( i want to know if you wanted it, he doesn’t send. people are dead and here he is hoping she had control. but she’d said she didn’t want to die. she didn’t. )
i really just—
i miss you
i’m sorry
fuck whoever and whatever did this
you didn’t want to die
i really miss you, p
my phone buzzes and i keep hoping
i want to know who did it
i want to make them pay even if they’re saying you didn’t fight
( i want to know if you wanted it, he doesn’t send. people are dead and here he is hoping she had control. but she’d said she didn’t want to die. she didn’t. )
i really just—
i miss you
i’m sorry
fuck whoever and whatever did this
you didn’t want to die
Edited (sent too soon) 2024-10-10 17:31 (UTC)
[ Matt stayed awake at the party exactly long enough to figure out what the ritual was and that it didn't need his continued participation to succeed. Then he put himself to sleep with a spell and took a little stress siesta.
Now it's a few days later, and Matt has spent most of the intervening time in Harry's room, working on their scale model of the manor. It's peaceful work--it requires attention to detail, gentleness with small pieces, and it precludes speaking to most human beings. But he does carve out a little time to text. ]
Hey. I'm sorry I missed your big return. I hope you're doing okay.
I wanted to say thanks for talking to me. I don't know if you remember, but it helped.
Now it's a few days later, and Matt has spent most of the intervening time in Harry's room, working on their scale model of the manor. It's peaceful work--it requires attention to detail, gentleness with small pieces, and it precludes speaking to most human beings. But he does carve out a little time to text. ]
Hey. I'm sorry I missed your big return. I hope you're doing okay.
I wanted to say thanks for talking to me. I don't know if you remember, but it helped.
I remember.
( distantly, like a dream. all was death and unconsciousness — and then there was matt's voice, disembodied and strange, but comforting. deeply familiar. )
Was it strange, speaking to the dead?
( it serves parisa's point: people with the power will never let the dead rest. naturally, parisa doesn't bring this up. there's no point in upsetting him over something she isn't mad about. )
( distantly, like a dream. all was death and unconsciousness — and then there was matt's voice, disembodied and strange, but comforting. deeply familiar. )
Was it strange, speaking to the dead?
( it serves parisa's point: people with the power will never let the dead rest. naturally, parisa doesn't bring this up. there's no point in upsetting him over something she isn't mad about. )
[how does one go about reaching out to the woman who bit you and drank your blood while you kind of read her mind and then also you fucked her?
Hyunsu isn't sure, but he's making an attempt. It feels like an asshole move to just ignore that it happened.]
how are you doing?
[did he do it right?]
Hyunsu isn't sure, but he's making an attempt. It feels like an asshole move to just ignore that it happened.]
how are you doing?
[did he do it right?]
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Hyunsu.
( oh. Joy. hot guy you dumped all your trauma on is actually as nice as he seemed to be while you bit at him like a starving, caged animal. )
Well, I'm alive. C'est la vie.
How ( are you?, someone normal would ask. ) is your neck?
( oh. Joy. hot guy you dumped all your trauma on is actually as nice as he seemed to be while you bit at him like a starving, caged animal. )
Well, I'm alive. C'est la vie.
How ( are you?, someone normal would ask. ) is your neck?
Always, Erik.
( it does not feel like always lately. maybe it's been obvious if erik can pick up on. then again, maybe it's charles. )
And you? I've noticed a lack of metal-themed destruction lately.
( it does not feel like always lately. maybe it's been obvious if erik can pick up on. then again, maybe it's charles. )
And you? I've noticed a lack of metal-themed destruction lately.
Hi, Cellar. I’d say "anytime" but I wouldn’t want you to make it a habit.
How are you?
How are you?
[ Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house... one particular vampire was spening his "day" (night) trying to beat Saltburn's tendency to make it difficult to get where you wanna go, so as to drop off gifts.
Daniel isn't looking to get waylaid in the awkward thanks of a direct handover, especially since he's pretty sure most of these people won't have gotten him anything in return. (Don't feel bad. He's also the kind of boomer to mail out Christmas cards to his nephew and dentist and old friend from college.)
So while he'll slip into the rooms of people he can hear are asleep (or can't hear at all), fellow night owls will get the servant who opens their curtains and announces breakfast also bringing in the gift left on the doorstep.
The gift is neatly wrapped and tagged with a generic Merry Christmas label that says From: DM. It contains five boxes of expensive lingerie resting delicately on soft tissue paper, Elias Faas' blood red lipstick, and a version of the coke spoon cross necklace made infamous in Cruel Intentions. ]
Daniel isn't looking to get waylaid in the awkward thanks of a direct handover, especially since he's pretty sure most of these people won't have gotten him anything in return. (Don't feel bad. He's also the kind of boomer to mail out Christmas cards to his nephew and dentist and old friend from college.)
So while he'll slip into the rooms of people he can hear are asleep (or can't hear at all), fellow night owls will get the servant who opens their curtains and announces breakfast also bringing in the gift left on the doorstep.
The gift is neatly wrapped and tagged with a generic Merry Christmas label that says From: DM. It contains five boxes of expensive lingerie resting delicately on soft tissue paper, Elias Faas' blood red lipstick, and a version of the coke spoon cross necklace made infamous in Cruel Intentions. ]
[ What to get the woman who seems to have everything? On the one hand, Emmrich doesn't harbor any illusions as to the fact that this place encourages its guests to be liberal with their romantic attentions, but on the other— well, he's old-fashioned, and Parisa's attention, if flattering before, has taken on a somewhat new shape and tenor, one that brings a slight flush to his face as he leaves a trio of boxes outside her door on Christmas Eve, each wrapped in brown paper and twine, with a paper rose adorning the pile.
— In the first box, a leather-bound notebook with her initials embossed in gold on the cover.A letter sits next to the lot, written in neat, looping script: ]
— In the second, a fountain pen and an accompanying pot of black ink.
— In the third, a ceramic lipstick tube, the shade inside a deep red.
My dear Parisa,
How fortunate I am, to be caught in the sun of your attention. There are few things in this world as pleasurable as the company of a clever woman, let alone one so self-possessed. But let me not trip over my feet — in writing, no less — in declaring my own affection for you. Rather, let me say simply that I hope these gifts please you, and that I look forward to stealing away some more of your time in the coming year.
Yours,
— Emmrich Volkarin
[Alia’s gift is wrapped somewhat clumsily in brown paper, likely taken from the kitchens, and taped excessively to ensure it’s secure. Inside, resting in sparkly, star-studded tissue paper: A suitably vampiric set of lingerie.
A smooth-polished rock from the lake (yes, everyone gets a rock) with the gift-receiver’s initials carefully carved into it (with what? Don’t worry about it.)
A business card for Sol & Scroll, because if you aren’t patronizing it, you should be.
There’s also a note, scribbled on notebook paper stolen from Alina (sorry, babe):]
Parisa -
I feel your mind in this place like a rumble in the desert. Should you wish to enact your rage again on another, you may find me.
- Alia
There’s also a note, scribbled on notebook paper stolen from Alina (sorry, babe):]
Parisa -
I feel your mind in this place like a rumble in the desert. Should you wish to enact your rage again on another, you may find me.
- Alia
[ Erik is by no means a Christmas man, but he has some people he cares for, so he leaves a little gift for Parisa:
🧲 Two pairs of very fancy, very see-through lingerie, with a note saying he would very much enjoy a modelling session.There's no note. ]
🧲 One ankle bracelet, that seems to have been hand-crafted, as it were.
🧲 Various bits of make up that he had peeked at during his time in her room and therefore decided to replenish for her - lipstick, eyeshadow, etc.
🧲 Another piece of jewellery - a necklace, with a hidden clasp at the back, shaped to look like various flowers and vines twisted together.
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