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... I'll be honest, I wouldn't really say I'm that great of a person. I'm pretty sneaky, and I do lie a lot. Most of my dearest friends back home don't even really trust me.
[ she will admit this. ]
But there hasn't really been a reason to be like that here, since the situations at home and in this village aren't the same. So, it's a little nice, in that specific way.
[ she will admit this. ]
But there hasn't really been a reason to be like that here, since the situations at home and in this village aren't the same. So, it's a little nice, in that specific way.
[Stands here stewing in his fluster and feelings. Imagine liking someone bold who just says things to you. (dana voice) no he should find out what it takes actually
He grunts gently from the tug, bobbing Lucas's hand in reprimand before pulling it behind his waist.]
I'll consider it then... Entertaining how?
He grunts gently from the tug, bobbing Lucas's hand in reprimand before pulling it behind his waist.]
I'll consider it then... Entertaining how?
[The way that his ass would be tricked so hard by Muelsyse in a different situation because he is both the gaslighter and the gaslightee... There's perhaps a brief little look of surprise, but he still remembers yalls TRAITOR TATTOOS all this week later.
Well. People become liars for a vast number of reasons. Even he isn't hypocritical enough to judge someone else for doing the same thing he does - or maybe he's exactly hypocritical enough to be lenient with someone he feels close to for it.]
Sometimes circumstances have a large hand in who we behave as. I do think that your actions here say a good deal about the parts of you that may have otherwise had a chance to be more prominent, if yours were different. ...So I'm glad that you've been able to enjoy at least one thing in all of this mess. I think you're not alone, either.
[EVEN IN HELL there are some spots of good.]
Well. People become liars for a vast number of reasons. Even he isn't hypocritical enough to judge someone else for doing the same thing he does - or maybe he's exactly hypocritical enough to be lenient with someone he feels close to for it.]
Sometimes circumstances have a large hand in who we behave as. I do think that your actions here say a good deal about the parts of you that may have otherwise had a chance to be more prominent, if yours were different. ...So I'm glad that you've been able to enjoy at least one thing in all of this mess. I think you're not alone, either.
[EVEN IN HELL there are some spots of good.]
[me like how the fuck did we suddenly get here this is awful WHY IS THIS HAPPENINGGGGG
He finds he does not mind Lucas being close. In fact, he rather likes it in this delusion. He is flustered, but there is a kind of feeling of comfort there. Ease?
Trust maybe, despite Lucas's bullying. Or the fact Lucas could probably rip him in half with bare hands.]
It sounds like I will need to punish you for trying to misbehave...
He finds he does not mind Lucas being close. In fact, he rather likes it in this delusion. He is flustered, but there is a kind of feeling of comfort there. Ease?
Trust maybe, despite Lucas's bullying. Or the fact Lucas could probably rip him in half with bare hands.]
It sounds like I will need to punish you for trying to misbehave...
[HE RATHER LIKES IT IN THIS DELUSION HELPPP. WHO DID THIS TO US.
It's fine, Lucas will keep his murderpaws docile until he uses them to kill his actual boyfriend Scien Labeouf. For now, he'll loop both of his arms so they're around Essek's waist and lean in until he's resting forehead to forehead.]
Oh, but you wouldn't be so unkind to me, would you? A little misbehaving is good for the soul.
[The vibes are both FOND and AMUSED and also CHALLENGING THOUGH!! He is a terrible gremlin why didn't he permadie.]
It's fine, Lucas will keep his murderpaws docile until he uses them to kill his actual boyfriend Scien Labeouf. For now, he'll loop both of his arms so they're around Essek's waist and lean in until he's resting forehead to forehead.]
Oh, but you wouldn't be so unkind to me, would you? A little misbehaving is good for the soul.
[The vibes are both FOND and AMUSED and also CHALLENGING THOUGH!! He is a terrible gremlin why didn't he permadie.]
Yes, certainly so... I meant important in the sense that we don't want anyone turning into a child and then having to immediately fight against monsters or cultists and such.
[hides my curse with my hands as i die to pyramid head]
But I suppose that's true, even if there are much better ways to let off steam... [Like binge drinking even though you can't get drunk.]
[hides my curse with my hands as i die to pyramid head]
But I suppose that's true, even if there are much better ways to let off steam... [Like binge drinking even though you can't get drunk.]
[ au memshares them as gymnasts in a circus but lucas falls and breaks his arm and can no longer perform. muelsyse struggles on her own, as a big part of their act had to do with their teamwork. when it seems like their dream is over, lucas grows a third arm and they finish the show. ]
[ scien isn't the type of person who lets himself be dragged around, and so there is still the slightest bit of resistance. his neck bared? like some kind of prey animal? the twist in his emotions is one where arrogance and amusement intermingle.
and because scien has a sense of humor, he allows it. it's a shame when he could benefit from a sense of self-preservation instead.
but he's not going to accept it so one-sidedly. the hand at lucas's back trails around his side, fingertips linger on every last centimeter of skin, until he reaches lucas's front and lets his fingertips splay hungrily against his lower abdomen. the hem of his shirt catches against scien's wrist, the fabric bunching with the motion as his curious hand only trails upward, intending to get his shirt off of him in no time at all.
ironically, his last thought in this moment is only: do your worst. ]
and because scien has a sense of humor, he allows it. it's a shame when he could benefit from a sense of self-preservation instead.
but he's not going to accept it so one-sidedly. the hand at lucas's back trails around his side, fingertips linger on every last centimeter of skin, until he reaches lucas's front and lets his fingertips splay hungrily against his lower abdomen. the hem of his shirt catches against scien's wrist, the fabric bunching with the motion as his curious hand only trails upward, intending to get his shirt off of him in no time at all.
ironically, his last thought in this moment is only: do your worst. ]
[ the apology surprises him. just the smallest hiccup that interrupts scien's otherwise calm, warm feelings. who would ever apologize for slaying the devil?
scien has been killed plenty of times, even though this is only the second time that he can recall. kate was similarly apologetic, but kate did not carry the weight that lucas did. even if they were both out of their minds when they killed scien, lucas's mindset is the type to linger. it's a miracle every time that he's able to shake it off—this time enough to let him belong to scien, and then to say sorry.
not even the person who betrayed scien's trust after decades together gave him any apology. (even though... he has trouble remembering who that was. their face. their name. their importance. who were you?)
so very few people in the world think that scien's life is worth anything on its own merit. hearing it twists his heart into something painful and fond. he presses twin kisses to the corners of lucas's shut eyes, so terribly soft. ]
To hear you say so only makes me adore you more. I am not a person who needs you to do better for me.
[ scien is so many things, but he is not self-centered. the furthest thing from it. his own comfort is at the furthest recesses of his consideration. ]
But if you wish to try, I will not dissuade you.
scien has been killed plenty of times, even though this is only the second time that he can recall. kate was similarly apologetic, but kate did not carry the weight that lucas did. even if they were both out of their minds when they killed scien, lucas's mindset is the type to linger. it's a miracle every time that he's able to shake it off—this time enough to let him belong to scien, and then to say sorry.
not even the person who betrayed scien's trust after decades together gave him any apology. (even though... he has trouble remembering who that was. their face. their name. their importance. who were you?)
so very few people in the world think that scien's life is worth anything on its own merit. hearing it twists his heart into something painful and fond. he presses twin kisses to the corners of lucas's shut eyes, so terribly soft. ]
To hear you say so only makes me adore you more. I am not a person who needs you to do better for me.
[ scien is so many things, but he is not self-centered. the furthest thing from it. his own comfort is at the furthest recesses of his consideration. ]
But if you wish to try, I will not dissuade you.
[ the way i have to prepare myself to write emotionally devastated scien because he's insane and incapable of properly mourning even though the reason lucas is dead is because of robin's feet instead of anything normal ok i guess
unfortunately, he is waiting.
sitting at the cemetery, waiting for any sound of a grave disturbed. in some odd, token attempt at focusing on work knowing that there are a lot of decisions coming ahead, his tablet sits on his lap. but that's all it's doing. sitting. waiting. not being touched as he sits in the dirt, contemplating the merits of ripping out his own memory bank as though he was taking up the bourreau mantle.
scien mourns the people he loses. at some point, even the memory of dahut returned with an ache, a wound that never closed.
but arriving to the wildly stupid massacre and finding lucas somewhere that he couldn't reach him leaves him with a grief that makes his ribcage shudder with every breath. to even begin to adore, to feel a bud of love, and to lose in such quick succession.
it is a new feeling, and it shuts down his every thought until only one remains: how do I see you again?
ok that's the most i can do for now thIS IS KILLING ME SCIEN BE LESS DRAMATIC IT WAS ROBIN'S FEET AND PYRAMID HEAD MY GOD ]
unfortunately, he is waiting.
sitting at the cemetery, waiting for any sound of a grave disturbed. in some odd, token attempt at focusing on work knowing that there are a lot of decisions coming ahead, his tablet sits on his lap. but that's all it's doing. sitting. waiting. not being touched as he sits in the dirt, contemplating the merits of ripping out his own memory bank as though he was taking up the bourreau mantle.
scien mourns the people he loses. at some point, even the memory of dahut returned with an ache, a wound that never closed.
but arriving to the wildly stupid massacre and finding lucas somewhere that he couldn't reach him leaves him with a grief that makes his ribcage shudder with every breath. to even begin to adore, to feel a bud of love, and to lose in such quick succession.
it is a new feeling, and it shuts down his every thought until only one remains: how do I see you again?
ok that's the most i can do for now thIS IS KILLING ME SCIEN BE LESS DRAMATIC IT WAS ROBIN'S FEET AND PYRAMID HEAD MY GOD ]
[YOU MINDBLASTED DAHUT RIGHT THE HELL OUTTA THERE also these soft scien icons take me out
Even though the touch is so delicate and light, Lucas shifts a little out of surprised reflex when the first kiss falls. Both of them are soft, the emotions he's picking up on are warm, and he still doesn't know what to do with any of it. Having accepted all of this is a whirlwind step to take, and Lucas is still mentally and emotionally reeling from what he's done.
But it's grounding. Those kisses, the calm of Scien's heart. Even now, he's too afraid to lift his hands and touch Scien, to try being gentle when he'd just exacted such uncontrolled violence. But letting himself stay even this close speaks to the longing in him, the desire to be near even though it's so selfish.]
I do. [Firmly, near-immediate.] ...It's what I wish for. Even if you don't need me to do better for you, I want to give you more, too.
[More than just himself, which he still thinks isn't worth a whole lot. But doing better for the people you've chosen to let into your life is certainly a bare minimum effort.]
Even though the touch is so delicate and light, Lucas shifts a little out of surprised reflex when the first kiss falls. Both of them are soft, the emotions he's picking up on are warm, and he still doesn't know what to do with any of it. Having accepted all of this is a whirlwind step to take, and Lucas is still mentally and emotionally reeling from what he's done.
But it's grounding. Those kisses, the calm of Scien's heart. Even now, he's too afraid to lift his hands and touch Scien, to try being gentle when he'd just exacted such uncontrolled violence. But letting himself stay even this close speaks to the longing in him, the desire to be near even though it's so selfish.]
I do. [Firmly, near-immediate.] ...It's what I wish for. Even if you don't need me to do better for you, I want to give you more, too.
[More than just himself, which he still thinks isn't worth a whole lot. But doing better for the people you've chosen to let into your life is certainly a bare minimum effort.]
[IT WAS ROBIN'S FEET AND FUCKING PYRAMID HEAD I AM LOSING MY ENTIRE ASS. I HATE IT HERE SCIEN'S REALLY OUT HERE GOING THROUGH IT FOR THIS USELESSASS DEADASS CATHOLIC
Anyway everyone returned at the same time Hawke arrived for the laughs so there's just 17 people popping up like daisies throughout the cemetery at around the same time. Lucas is just going to be trying to climb his way out of his own grave after he says hello to her without having any way of seeing where he's going or even feeling what he's doing so Scien can just come pick up his stupid blind dog easily, at least. For Scien's sake it can be at a distance from the main cluster. i'll get dramatic after this i hate it here]
Anyway everyone returned at the same time Hawke arrived for the laughs so there's just 17 people popping up like daisies throughout the cemetery at around the same time. Lucas is just going to be trying to climb his way out of his own grave after he says hello to her without having any way of seeing where he's going or even feeling what he's doing so Scien can just come pick up his stupid blind dog easily, at least. For Scien's sake it can be at a distance from the main cluster. i'll get dramatic after this i hate it here]
[THIS IS SUCH A SCARY TAG. LUCAS WHERE IS YOUR CATHOLICISM
It's not here right now!! That's for fucking sure!! Because he's distracted by the strength of the urge pushing him forward. The arrogant amusement just makes him smile, and that's sharp, too. He allows the hand skirting along his skin to make its journey, he lets it lift up his shirt as it trails under, he makes no move to stop any of the progress because he wants what Scien wants, and their want together only doubles.
He moves back just a little - just enough to re-situate himself on Scien's lap, and there's a little thrill as he does. He wants to give himself the room to lean down, to rest his lips against the bared expanse of his throat, to run his tongue along the skin there, to taste and explore something new.]
It's not here right now!! That's for fucking sure!! Because he's distracted by the strength of the urge pushing him forward. The arrogant amusement just makes him smile, and that's sharp, too. He allows the hand skirting along his skin to make its journey, he lets it lift up his shirt as it trails under, he makes no move to stop any of the progress because he wants what Scien wants, and their want together only doubles.
He moves back just a little - just enough to re-situate himself on Scien's lap, and there's a little thrill as he does. He wants to give himself the room to lean down, to rest his lips against the bared expanse of his throat, to run his tongue along the skin there, to taste and explore something new.]
[But things change so quickly that it may even be disorienting to feel secondhand.
Lucas leans back and his eyes fall on the sprawling floral pattern of a Reliver tattoo - the Reliver tattoo of the very first Reliver. A mark he's too familiar with. One that finds him in a moment of weakness and want; a finger putting just enough pressure on a mousetrap pad to send the bar snapping down like a guillotine's blade.
The sharp edge of his hunger bursts into the forefront so violently that it's like an explosion, and the want flips on its head into a feeling of purely malicious violence. Scien's experienced it before in the lurking shadow within him, or in the projected internal voice that isn't Lucas's own telling him suffer and die, though never this strongly.
This time, it drives Lucas forward in a bare beat of a heart. He moves with the same lithe, viperous speed, but it's bloodthirst that overrides his sense and sensibility instead of vexing want for a man he still struggles to understand. The hand tangled in Scien's hair pulls sharply at the same time that he's made it close enough to open his mouth, not to pour his affection over the soft skin there with harmless lips, but to sink his sharp teeth into the column of his throat like a true vicious beast, with crushing killing intent and a desire to tear its prey to shreds.]
Lucas leans back and his eyes fall on the sprawling floral pattern of a Reliver tattoo - the Reliver tattoo of the very first Reliver. A mark he's too familiar with. One that finds him in a moment of weakness and want; a finger putting just enough pressure on a mousetrap pad to send the bar snapping down like a guillotine's blade.
The sharp edge of his hunger bursts into the forefront so violently that it's like an explosion, and the want flips on its head into a feeling of purely malicious violence. Scien's experienced it before in the lurking shadow within him, or in the projected internal voice that isn't Lucas's own telling him suffer and die, though never this strongly.
This time, it drives Lucas forward in a bare beat of a heart. He moves with the same lithe, viperous speed, but it's bloodthirst that overrides his sense and sensibility instead of vexing want for a man he still struggles to understand. The hand tangled in Scien's hair pulls sharply at the same time that he's made it close enough to open his mouth, not to pour his affection over the soft skin there with harmless lips, but to sink his sharp teeth into the column of his throat like a true vicious beast, with crushing killing intent and a desire to tear its prey to shreds.]
[ yea that expression is hilariously an exclusive to the end of his own route only we see it like maybe 2 or 3 times
even as lucas shifts in surprise, scien only continues to give him these small, adoring tokens of his affection in some small hope that it is enough to soothe the turmoil of his heart. he presses one more kiss to lucas's forehead. ]
I have never found a reason to deny anything else you might want. So go ahead.
[ the only thing that he refuses to do is leave lucas alone, so he will happily accept this as well. lucas wanting something for himself, even if that is to do better by a demon. ]
But let's return. You need to wash up properly.
[ which is all the warning he'll give before scooping lucas right up into a princess carry ]
even as lucas shifts in surprise, scien only continues to give him these small, adoring tokens of his affection in some small hope that it is enough to soothe the turmoil of his heart. he presses one more kiss to lucas's forehead. ]
I have never found a reason to deny anything else you might want. So go ahead.
[ the only thing that he refuses to do is leave lucas alone, so he will happily accept this as well. lucas wanting something for himself, even if that is to do better by a demon. ]
But let's return. You need to wash up properly.
[ which is all the warning he'll give before scooping lucas right up into a princess carry ]
[ how the fuck do i even write this
the second that pEOPLE START RISING FROM THE GRAVE he just immediately moves. he looks for his stupid dog among them. I'M NOT GOING TO BOTHER WITH SERIOUS META WHEN I KEEP THINKING ABOUT FEET YOU ALREADY GOT THE WORST OF THE CRUSHING GRIEF AND YEARNING!!!!! IT'S JUST MORE OF THAT!!!!!!! ]
Lucas!
the second that pEOPLE START RISING FROM THE GRAVE he just immediately moves. he looks for his stupid dog among them. I'M NOT GOING TO BOTHER WITH SERIOUS META WHEN I KEEP THINKING ABOUT FEET YOU ALREADY GOT THE WORST OF THE CRUSHING GRIEF AND YEARNING!!!!! IT'S JUST MORE OF THAT!!!!!!! ]
Lucas!
[WHEN SCIEN FALLS FOR YOU AND SHOWS YOU THESE RIDICULOUSLY TENDER EXPRESSIONS!!!!! worth the horniness.
Anyway he makes a little startled noise when he's scooped up, still keeping his hands pressed close to himself even though his instinctive reaction is to reach for Scien's shoulder. He does lean against him after a few seconds, though. Almost testing, as if he's still afraid to see just how far he can go without invoking that snapping, biting edge of sharpness back.]
...Alright. [...] Thank you. I think it might be better if I sleep elsewhere at least for the night, but...
[He suspects Scien will argue or just be like nuh uh.]
Anyway he makes a little startled noise when he's scooped up, still keeping his hands pressed close to himself even though his instinctive reaction is to reach for Scien's shoulder. He does lean against him after a few seconds, though. Almost testing, as if he's still afraid to see just how far he can go without invoking that snapping, biting edge of sharpness back.]
...Alright. [...] Thank you. I think it might be better if I sleep elsewhere at least for the night, but...
[He suspects Scien will argue or just be like nuh uh.]
[I HATE IT HERE SO BAD HELP MEEEEEE
Scien truly gets so ruined by even the smallest bud of love though. The way Lucas is not even remotely ready to be bodied by the strength of his grief and yearning. For now, he swings around in the direction of Scien's voice, clearly disoriented.]
Scien...?
Scien truly gets so ruined by even the smallest bud of love though. The way Lucas is not even remotely ready to be bodied by the strength of his grief and yearning. For now, he swings around in the direction of Scien's voice, clearly disoriented.]
Scien...?
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