Lord Chris Sonom (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
chrisisofaith) wrote2020-08-20 12:31 pm
chrisisofaith) wrote2020-08-20 12:31 pm
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[He looks instinctively towards Hawke’s desk in the main area, but finds it empty. Right, he’d said…had he gone to do a round upstairs or to go watch the security cameras?
He scrapes back through his memory before nodding to himself and waving a hand to black out the one covering the Archive door and his desk.]
You're clear for now, Wolfe is somewhere upstairs. Camera is temporarily out.
He scrapes back through his memory before nodding to himself and waving a hand to black out the one covering the Archive door and his desk.]
You're clear for now, Wolfe is somewhere upstairs. Camera is temporarily out.
I know a few things innately, I’ve read others, and encountered only one vampire in my works. Though she was very formidable.
She could steal a man’s mind from him without being anywhere near him. Almost had my friend walk himself off a cliff.
She could steal a man’s mind from him without being anywhere near him. Almost had my friend walk himself off a cliff.
I see. Yes, that is an ability that many of us have, in varying degrees.
Vampires in my world are very secretive, for obvious reasons, and not all of us have the same powers, strengths, and weaknesses. It depends on age and bloodline in particular. It seems you know of some abilities, then, from your experience.
Vampires in my world are very secretive, for obvious reasons, and not all of us have the same powers, strengths, and weaknesses. It depends on age and bloodline in particular. It seems you know of some abilities, then, from your experience.
[He's really doing this. God. Jon steels himself before mounting the stairs and moving out of the Archives and crouching swiftly behind the Reception desk. His whole face feels unpleasantly hot as he looks up at Chris.]
Here. This, um... Just do it quickly, and I'll get under the desk.
[The flustered Archivist shoves a simple locking cock cage and it's associated lock and key into the cleric's hands before turning his attention, reluctantly to undoing his trousers. At least he's wearing fairly mundane underwear today, knowing what he'd be getting himself into.]
Here. This, um... Just do it quickly, and I'll get under the desk.
[The flustered Archivist shoves a simple locking cock cage and it's associated lock and key into the cleric's hands before turning his attention, reluctantly to undoing his trousers. At least he's wearing fairly mundane underwear today, knowing what he'd be getting himself into.]
[Praise the gods he doesn’t laugh as Jon all but scuttles over to him.
He can’t quite help the amused smirk that creeps along his lips even as he scoots back to face Jon and lean down to help.]
Of course, love. Here…
[He’s gentle, but nimble-fingered enough to be quick with pulling Jon’s cock free and locking it into the cage. The pressure points inside would provide stimulation that would surely get to him…and the tightness of the base itself would keep anything premature from happening…a good and simple design.
He scoots back further to give Jon room to climb under the deep receptionist desk and doesn’t bother hiding the fact he intends to watch Jon’s awkward shuffle to do it.]
Go on, get comfortable…this is price and punishment for your transgressions…I don’t intend to be too quick with it.
[Though, that wasn’t entirely within his control…]
He can’t quite help the amused smirk that creeps along his lips even as he scoots back to face Jon and lean down to help.]
Of course, love. Here…
[He’s gentle, but nimble-fingered enough to be quick with pulling Jon’s cock free and locking it into the cage. The pressure points inside would provide stimulation that would surely get to him…and the tightness of the base itself would keep anything premature from happening…a good and simple design.
He scoots back further to give Jon room to climb under the deep receptionist desk and doesn’t bother hiding the fact he intends to watch Jon’s awkward shuffle to do it.]
Go on, get comfortable…this is price and punishment for your transgressions…I don’t intend to be too quick with it.
[Though, that wasn’t entirely within his control…]
If you could give me the afternoon until early evening, I would appreciate it. I think my plans were going to be simple.
Some adventure mixed with a lack of technology where possible.
Though I admit you've got me curious about this fantasy.
Some adventure mixed with a lack of technology where possible.
Though I admit you've got me curious about this fantasy.
I'll release him late morning and tell him he's not to return until you've had your fill of him. If you hold him until the sun's begun to get low, all the better for me.
I'm not surprised he hasn't told you. Once, he asked if we could do a bit of roleplay, with me being an assassin come after him, a renegade mage who uses his charms to seduce me from my work instead. I have every intention of giving that to him when he comes back to Shadows' Rest that evening.
[It had been a little surprising in the moment, but now that she's had almost a year to think about it, she's very ready to give it to their mage - with a little warning sprinkled in the week before for good measure.]
I'm not surprised he hasn't told you. Once, he asked if we could do a bit of roleplay, with me being an assassin come after him, a renegade mage who uses his charms to seduce me from my work instead. I have every intention of giving that to him when he comes back to Shadows' Rest that evening.
[It had been a little surprising in the moment, but now that she's had almost a year to think about it, she's very ready to give it to their mage - with a little warning sprinkled in the week before for good measure.]
[A few drinks isn't necessarily a bad thing after a long week. They're probably not a great thing when you've not had many of those in a while. Sasha's feeling all kinds of ways about the people she loves right now. Even if they haven't talked in a long, long time.
Chris has spent time with an inebriated Sasha before. It's a pretty obvious tell in her voice, both flow and tone.]
Chris? [A long sigh.] Chris. It's Sashah. You--you need to know. Have to know that I luv you and? 'm sorry. 'snot fair, you know? Of me. Fair of me. 'snot. I hope you call back. If you don'? [Such a sigh.] I get it. Buht benember that I love you. Moon n' back and all of that.
[End of message.]
Chris has spent time with an inebriated Sasha before. It's a pretty obvious tell in her voice, both flow and tone.]
Chris? [A long sigh.] Chris. It's Sashah. You--you need to know. Have to know that I luv you and? 'm sorry. 'snot fair, you know? Of me. Fair of me. 'snot. I hope you call back. If you don'? [Such a sigh.] I get it. Buht benember that I love you. Moon n' back and all of that.
[End of message.]
[Gods…how many has Sasha had? Why?]
I love you too
Are you alright, darling?
I love you too
Are you alright, darling?
[His question gives her pause, almost if she genuinely has to push through the wobbly of her brain to find the correct thought to answer.]
'm fine. Right ass anythin. Was thinkin' about you, 'sall. Are you alrigh?
'm fine. Right ass anythin. Was thinkin' about you, 'sall. Are you alrigh?
[…]
I was fine, just spending an evening with Jon. Now sounds like you’re calling drunk off your ass.
Just feel like kissing the bottom of your cups, darling?
I was fine, just spending an evening with Jon. Now sounds like you’re calling drunk off your ass.
Just feel like kissing the bottom of your cups, darling?
Comfortable.
[The word is a disbelieving scoff as he tucks himself away awkwardly, pulls up his underwear and trousers and winces. That... that's uncomfortable. And he can feel it squeezing against his length within the cage, rubbing, causing friction. He doesn't have time to really contemplate the matter, though, as he's not sure how long people are going to be absent from the lobby.
He settles on his knees, legs spread, to try to spare himself some of the stimulation. It's not a great deal of help when he can already feel his cock stirring between what's already happening and the general embarrassment and humiliation.]
My knees are going to ache after this.
[Maybe that will induce Chris to make it be a little quicker. As it is, stares up at the other man from beneath the desk, lips a pursed line of discomfort.]
Bring the chair in already.
[The word is a disbelieving scoff as he tucks himself away awkwardly, pulls up his underwear and trousers and winces. That... that's uncomfortable. And he can feel it squeezing against his length within the cage, rubbing, causing friction. He doesn't have time to really contemplate the matter, though, as he's not sure how long people are going to be absent from the lobby.
He settles on his knees, legs spread, to try to spare himself some of the stimulation. It's not a great deal of help when he can already feel his cock stirring between what's already happening and the general embarrassment and humiliation.]
My knees are going to ache after this.
[Maybe that will induce Chris to make it be a little quicker. As it is, stares up at the other man from beneath the desk, lips a pursed line of discomfort.]
Bring the chair in already.
I've met a far wider variety of vampire here than back home. Bloodlines and types of abilities and such don't exist to my mind back home, but you and Grayson and some others have mentioned such a thing to me now and again.
Faerun has older vampires and younger ones and thralls, but no grand cults, as far as I'm aware. They can't be organized enough for that when most clerics can sense an undead when they come across it.
Do you not have clerics with effective abilities against the undead back home?
Faerun has older vampires and younger ones and thralls, but no grand cults, as far as I'm aware. They can't be organized enough for that when most clerics can sense an undead when they come across it.
Do you not have clerics with effective abilities against the undead back home?
Why did he ask when he's now not even sure what to do with the answer? So it could have been anyone...wasn't it better it had been him? Someone who could try and work through this with her as opposed to someone uncaring or cruel? Yet a selfish part of him wishes it hadn't been him as well. It felt like another layer of filth on him. He was capable of knowing he was killing someone he loved and doing it anyway...out of malice. He was capable of assaulting and violating someone he loved while knowing exactly what he was doing and his twisted why. Even if his mind had been not entirely his own in either case...what sort of monster did that make him? What else could he do and rationalize away?
Some of the despair Wolfe had shaken from him settles back into the core of his heart and he gives a small nod and wipes at his eyes to clear them. None of that.
"I'm glad it was me...I'd rather be the one to help you now. What...what can I do to help you with closure now? What will soften the ache to start?"
Some of the despair Wolfe had shaken from him settles back into the core of his heart and he gives a small nod and wipes at his eyes to clear them. None of that.
"I'm glad it was me...I'd rather be the one to help you now. What...what can I do to help you with closure now? What will soften the ache to start?"
I think it is for the best that there are no large gatherings of vampires in my world, either. We are rare, and tend to be very territorial except for small groups. Usually a Master and whatever offspring they care for, plus a small retinue of trusted servants. My Master's household barely numbered a dozen for most of the years I was with him, and he was close to three hundred years old. Ancient, by our standards.
There are some clergy who hunt vampires, but magical ability is not common in my world. There are a few organizations of faith that confront supernatural threats...exorcists, hunters, and the like...but it's rare to find one with genuine abilities beyond their faith and bravado. They come with guns and fire and blessed relics instead of magic.
Many vampires of my kind are warded off by pure faith, holy relics and blessed ground, but killing us takes more than that.
There are some clergy who hunt vampires, but magical ability is not common in my world. There are a few organizations of faith that confront supernatural threats...exorcists, hunters, and the like...but it's rare to find one with genuine abilities beyond their faith and bravado. They come with guns and fire and blessed relics instead of magic.
Many vampires of my kind are warded off by pure faith, holy relics and blessed ground, but killing us takes more than that.
None of that. None of that need to hold himself tall or hide himself away. None of the thought that he has to be strong for her when this is hard for him, too. She won't stand for it.
Without a word, she steps into his space and wraps her arms around him. One around his chest and the other across the back of his shoulders. A grip light enough to escape, but one that speaks of a need to protect and comfort as much as it's a desire to be held. She hugs him, and if he doesn't pull away she tightens her grip, asking and giving reassurance with every part of herself.
"Let yourself feel this with me," she murmurs, just above the sound of the crashing waves. He can't see her face, but he'll hear the tears in her eyes and feel the dampness of her cheeks against his shoulder. "Please. I don't want either of us to be alone right now."
She doesn't want him to think he can't be as upset and sad about this as she is.
Without a word, she steps into his space and wraps her arms around him. One around his chest and the other across the back of his shoulders. A grip light enough to escape, but one that speaks of a need to protect and comfort as much as it's a desire to be held. She hugs him, and if he doesn't pull away she tightens her grip, asking and giving reassurance with every part of herself.
"Let yourself feel this with me," she murmurs, just above the sound of the crashing waves. He can't see her face, but he'll hear the tears in her eyes and feel the dampness of her cheeks against his shoulder. "Please. I don't want either of us to be alone right now."
She doesn't want him to think he can't be as upset and sad about this as she is.
[Ok...that makes him laugh. He thinks back to when Chris had been dressed as a holy man and Wolfe had eagerly fallen into a role of the debauchery-inciting mage come to 'defile' him...they hadn't talked much about it after so much as laughed it off as friends having fun. Now...well, now it made him curious what other fantasies Wolfe held...]
Now that does sound fun. Then, yes, I'll be sure to send him back as the sun is setting so that you might catch your prey 'unawares' and ready for tempting seduction.
Have fun, love.
Now that does sound fun. Then, yes, I'll be sure to send him back as the sun is setting so that you might catch your prey 'unawares' and ready for tempting seduction.
Have fun, love.
That sounds ineffective. For vampires of my world, fire is effective but rarely enough to truly kill a vampire.
Though, for your own longevity, I suppose that's useful.
But I have to ask: 300 is ancient? Our elves and dwarves live longer than that naturally. The vampire we killed must have been at least 800. Why do your vampires only live so long? Or are they killed before they can get older?
Though, for your own longevity, I suppose that's useful.
But I have to ask: 300 is ancient? Our elves and dwarves live longer than that naturally. The vampire we killed must have been at least 800. Why do your vampires only live so long? Or are they killed before they can get older?
Thank you ever so much, my dearest cleric.
[There's a short pause, and then:] Might I ask you dress him for me? It'll give the game away more than likely, but it'll set the mood all the better. I'll give you what you need the day before.
[There's a short pause, and then:] Might I ask you dress him for me? It'll give the game away more than likely, but it'll set the mood all the better. I'll give you what you need the day before.
[He cocks an unimpressed brow.]
Good thing you've got a staff-healer on retainer.
[But he does, at least, bring the chair in to block off his and any other person's easy sight of his Archivist and his compromising position.
Just in time too, before he can think to bring a hand down under the desk to pet through Jon's hair, the main doors open and a slightly confused looking dominant comes in looking for directions. It puts a prickle of excitement down the back of Chris' neck and...honestly, lends itself to a more genuine smile when he greets the man.]
Welcome, how can I direct you?
Good thing you've got a staff-healer on retainer.
[But he does, at least, bring the chair in to block off his and any other person's easy sight of his Archivist and his compromising position.
Just in time too, before he can think to bring a hand down under the desk to pet through Jon's hair, the main doors open and a slightly confused looking dominant comes in looking for directions. It puts a prickle of excitement down the back of Chris' neck and...honestly, lends itself to a more genuine smile when he greets the man.]
Welcome, how can I direct you?
[Jon is in the midst of undoing Chris' trousers when he hears the door open. The Archivist freezes, cold terror running down his spine. What if he's caught like this? What if he knows who this person is? What if they judge him? He's already judging himself, the additional commentary on his apparent 'proclivities' would be too much. He might never show his face in public again. Or at least not for several weeks.]
[The Dom responds:] Yeah, I... sorry, I don't think this is the right spot. I'm usually over on the east side. I was looking for Madame Pussyfoot's Plentiful Pets. Is that... around here?
[Should he move? Keep going? The longer they stay like this, the greater the chance Wolfe is going to return to see something, and that's not someone he'll be able to hide this from easily. As quietly as he can manage, Jon keeps going, opening Chris' trousers and pulling his cock from his underwear. Putting a cock in his mouth while someone is talking above is mortifying, but needs must.
Some petulant part of him also wonders if Chris will be so keen when he's struggling to form words around the pleasure. Jon grasps the base of his boyfriend's length for a moment before dipping his head and shoving as much of it in his mouth as he can take. One or two good sucks just to get things going.]
[The Dom responds:] Yeah, I... sorry, I don't think this is the right spot. I'm usually over on the east side. I was looking for Madame Pussyfoot's Plentiful Pets. Is that... around here?
[Should he move? Keep going? The longer they stay like this, the greater the chance Wolfe is going to return to see something, and that's not someone he'll be able to hide this from easily. As quietly as he can manage, Jon keeps going, opening Chris' trousers and pulling his cock from his underwear. Putting a cock in his mouth while someone is talking above is mortifying, but needs must.
Some petulant part of him also wonders if Chris will be so keen when he's struggling to form words around the pleasure. Jon grasps the base of his boyfriend's length for a moment before dipping his head and shoving as much of it in his mouth as he can take. One or two good sucks just to get things going.]
Hunters of the church are mostly effective by being wealthy, organized and persistent. Most of their success is in killing young, new vampires, or the occasional pack of revenants- vampires that have given in to their bloodlust and lost all sense of self.
Many vampires don't make it past ten years. Fewer still to 100. Creating a new vampire has a very low survival rate to begin with, and hunters and other supernaturals take their toll.
We are also prone to madness as our souls fade, and a mad vampire more often than not has to be executed. We depend on discretion to survive: a vampire who kills without reserve or thought puts us all at risk.
The oldest vampire I've ever actually known was 800 or so, and he was quite terrifying. There are tales of those who are older still, but they are like dragons...none of us are sure they actually exist.
Many vampires don't make it past ten years. Fewer still to 100. Creating a new vampire has a very low survival rate to begin with, and hunters and other supernaturals take their toll.
We are also prone to madness as our souls fade, and a mad vampire more often than not has to be executed. We depend on discretion to survive: a vampire who kills without reserve or thought puts us all at risk.
The oldest vampire I've ever actually known was 800 or so, and he was quite terrifying. There are tales of those who are older still, but they are like dragons...none of us are sure they actually exist.
Dress him?
Sure, why not?
You can give me the clothes the day before and I’ll ensure he’s set for your scene.
Sure, why not?
You can give me the clothes the day before and I’ll ensure he’s set for your scene.
Have I told you lately how wicked and wonderful you are? You spoil me with this. I intend to give you something of great value in return. Something of your choice so it feels all the better to you.
I'll have clothes to you by the day before at the latest. I'll get them to you at Marzipan Terrace so he has no chance of seeing.
Thank you, Chris. I love you dearly for all that you are, but most especially now when you help me spoil our mage like this. I promise you he'll be thoroughly wrecked when I let him sleep that night.
I'll have clothes to you by the day before at the latest. I'll get them to you at Marzipan Terrace so he has no chance of seeing.
Thank you, Chris. I love you dearly for all that you are, but most especially now when you help me spoil our mage like this. I promise you he'll be thoroughly wrecked when I let him sleep that night.
She steps in for a hug and it's instinct over thought to wrap her tightly in his arms. Hadn't they used to simply brush the air near each other without touching? A respect for both of their issues with too much contact...and yet now they had this. Now this kept the pieces together even as they threatened to shake apart again.
They had this, even now...even after all of it.
Couldn't that be enough?
It could be enough for now. For this moment. In the next moment...they could figure something else out.
Chris buries his face into her neck and hair, the scent of her its own balm even for all the complicated and torn emotions he still can't settle. Maybe he never would, a wound he could carry all his own for having given one to her.
"I love you." It's only for her and the wind, but it needs saying. He hadn't responded to her words before, but he needed to now, for both fo their sakes.
They had this, even now...even after all of it.
Couldn't that be enough?
It could be enough for now. For this moment. In the next moment...they could figure something else out.
Chris buries his face into her neck and hair, the scent of her its own balm even for all the complicated and torn emotions he still can't settle. Maybe he never would, a wound he could carry all his own for having given one to her.
"I love you." It's only for her and the wind, but it needs saying. He hadn't responded to her words before, but he needed to now, for both fo their sakes.
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