chrisisofaith | IC Contact

[ An envelope addressed to Lord Chris Sonom is delivered, with a handwritten letter on nice stationery inside. ]

[ OOC note: Invitations have been sent to anyone Jopson and Stephen would have invited. There is, of course, no obligation to participate. An open log will be made and organized within the next week. Please find me on

pondicusrex for logistics! ]

[ In the end, Caleb knew they had no control over their time in the city. He knew this could happen at any moment to anyone. Knowing that and accepting it though, especially after all this time, wasn't the same thing.

It's been a long time since he's lost someone he's close to and now it's been two in a short time. Nick, his good friend and partner in crime in so many experiments and Nate. It was definitely a sobering reality check. ]

Okay. I just... I spent years being the one in charge and the couple of years here that I spent as his right hand feels more like my life. Things here with us all finally felt like a place where I was part of things.

[ Even with his friends he had been the leader, the one ruining all the fun, unable to full let himself relax. Then he'd come here and found so much more he could be and that he could enjoy. ]

I know I'll be okay. I just hate it. I hate that it's reminded me I have to worry and fear.

[ He'd lived his entire life with those two things and it had been nice without them. ]

There's no brain left in Jacob's head, no room for thoughts or ideas, nothing but the intense feeling of what is happening to him, the huge cock inside him, possessing him, forcing him to bend and stretch to take it. All he can do is keep himself calm, try not to tense, and just accommodate the man inside him, offering to knock him up, offering to make him take something this size, or bigger, again.

He's being asked... things. Words. Directly. He tries to focus, to make himself think, but he feels so good, so full, so used, that thinking is almost impossible.

"Bigger," He gasps out when Chris asks how much he can take. He knows he can- the size of his partners and what he can take is one of his major kinks, and Chris is certainly aware of that. He wants as much as he can take, so much that it fills him up, so much that the shape of it presses against his stomach, so much that for the next few days he feels empty and desperate for it again.

The thrust a moment afterwards makes Jacob gasp again, gasp and half-sob as he's overwhelmed, the pressure against the sweet bundle of nerves inside him too much and he comes, the sensation washing over him but half lost in the press of lips on his skin and words he thinks he imagines.

[...]

Because you intend to shoot him, or...?

[Well, this is surprising, but not unwelcome. He sends a handwritten letter back, sealed with wax that holds the impression of his signet ring with its crossed feathers and cluster of three stars.]

The invitation is much appreciated. I will be in attendance for a time and invite that Mr. Jopson consider if there's a more hands-on role he'd like to take for a time while I'm involved with Mr. Day. No offense will be taken if observation and restraint is all he'd like.

-C.S.

Suppose it depends on how literal. I hadn't thought to try it.
We should.

You could always tease me like that for a bit until I'm owed retribution for your indulgence.

[He could almost sigh in relief for Hawke simply taking the answer, but he buries the urge under a smile.]

I'd love to. Show me your favorite parts, the ones you miss. Tell me of them.

What am I? A savage? No. But some people need incentive to behave.

Just call me an influencer.

[ Well, ever a fan of handwritten letters when there's no immediate urgency, Jopson writes back. ]

Lord Sonom,

Mr. Day and I are both glad to hear that you will be joining us. Mr. Day speaks well of you, and I look forward to making your acquaintance myself. As for my involvement, I am willing to be as involved as you would like, so long as I don't beat Mr. Day to the finish.

Kind regards,

Thomas Jopson

[There's nothing else he can do, nothing else he can say that he hasn't already...and there's no fixing this.]

I'm sorry. Come sit with me, love.

[He can do this, at least, arrange them so he's sitting with Caleb's head or shoulders in his lap so a hand can brush through his hair. Caleb deserved better than Chris' paltry ability to comfort, but he'd try.]

I know you'll be okay too, but it's okay if you're not that for a while as well. Grief takes its time.

I may be contracting. We're contacting the city about some information on her ability to possession Obsidian Port for me. I won't lose the house, even to help a friend. If it works out, I'm going to have it in the contract that should we part ways, the house reverts to mine well.

Her name's Elle Woods. She's a Harvard Law graduate which was my school, as you know, and has become a friend. She's running out of days so maybe this was meant to be.

I’ve seen her around the network and heard her name positively. Sounds like a good match to me, seems like she’ll be good for you.

Plus, not being in jail for either of you is best. I’m glad you don’t have the house question looking over you.

Will she be moving in with you?

She isn't getting me to wear color if that's what you mean.

But yeah, maybe she will be. Worth a try for three months.

I offered her that she could, if she wants to. We just expanded and now it's six bedrooms. I can share some space with her, but being its in the Down she may not want to.

If the city approves it all.

[ What Chris sees as paltry though is everything Caleb needs in that moment. Comfort. Empathy. Someone he loves there, reminding him that things may change but he isn't alone and he isn't going to have to live without someone there for him.

Even if he loses others, he'll survive.

But in that moment, he needs that comfort and all that Chris offers.

So he lets him guide him to the couch, staying close to him. His fingers brushing against Chris' arm, against his shirt. Just needing to be close to him. ]

Thank you. For being here, and for understanding. I'll be okay. I know I can be. Just... not yet.

[She nods and sips her tea. It's not information that necessarily surprises her, but it is something she should have mentioned to Tim as a possibility. Then again, Anduin had his own ways where he was from, too.]

We're both pretty secular in our ways, so I don't think it'll be too much of an issue. Not for me, anyway, but I'll have a talk with him about it. The way I see it, no matter who helps us will have their own ways of doing things, and as long as there aren't any like... live sacrifices?

[She grins.] I think it'll be okay.

[ For once it's quiet. Ish. As quiet as Duplicity ever gets but at least it's between kidnappings and imposed manias so it's as close to it as Hawke ever sees it. There's a part of him that likes it that way, settling back into routine and the comfort that brings, but there's also that nagging voice that comes with it too. That he's not doing enough, that he should be finding some way to make himself useful. Be an example. Fight the system. He has the power so he should use it for good, for change, not the complacent flow of life as is. People are suffering and if he does nothing than he may as well be responsible.

It sits heavy in his mind now, but he knows better than to go out in the night and just look for people to save or SIN guards to fight. It may feel like he's doing good in the moment but it doesn't impose lasting change.

We'll, neither does this, but at least he's trying something else constructive. Someone should be proud of him. Maybe. ]

Are you busy? I've got the evening free if you're not.

[He wasn't expecting the text and thinks a moment as he's taking his jacket off at home. Busy? Not tonight, he'd just come back in from making sure his set up was still ready and finishing up a few more preparations from his big surprise.
He puts his jacket back on.]

Not busy tonight. There's leftovers in the fridge.
Where are we meeting?

[ Somehow he hadn't gotten the impression that Chris did the cooking at Marzipan Terrace. It makes him smile a bit. ]

I'm really not sure since you dissolved your room.
Hotel?
Unless you're not in the mood. We could go for darts and ales instead.

[ Hopefully that make his intentions clear enough with no pressure laid. ]

Hotel’s fine, I know one.

Are we getting fancy? Ties?

I want you to know this conjured an image of us stripping eachother out of formalwear so I have another plan for a later time.

But yes, please.

I have one of those modern suits, look fantastic in it too. Maybe we should use it sometime.

[He sends an address for a hotel a couple blocks from the Dom housing.]

This will fit us. Need a ride?

I've been told I do as well. Clearly we should show each other off sometime before we show each other up privately.

[ Is he proposing a date? Apparently he is. Flames, his stupid fingers. Shouldn't have said that.

It's fine. It's nothing he wouldn't have said anyway. Just a bit of fun and flirting to get them in a mood now with future promises.

It's fine.

Just focus. Motorcycle. That's fun. ]

If it's the motorcycle I'll meet you out front.

Look I'm not going to assume your murderous intent or lack of, that's unkind.

But, sure, an influencer. Intimidator. Aim for the edge of his window so he can't open it come the hot months.

Well, that's good, couldn't possibly do that. It would ruin your style.

Well, just let me know, don't want to scandalize her or scare her if I'm sitting on your roof or sneak in your window.

I don't see why they wouldn't. I'm glad you'll be ok for three months, either it works out and you keep it or you have some time to find something that fits better.

show each other off and then show each other up? How could I say no?
Make a date of it.

[It certainly sounded like a fun time.]

I’ll be there soon

[It doesn’t take long to gather his things, swallow down his nerves, and head out. He pulls silently up in front of Dom housing and waits to greet his friend with a raised brow and a smile.

Before Hawke can get on behind him, Chris reaches out to coax him down so he can brush fingers through snowy hair.]

Got a full head or just looking for some fun?

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