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chrisisofaith) wrote2020-08-20 12:31 pm
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He's quiet again as he thinks that over. The span of timelines and the structure of the society itself might be well beyond him, but the core concepts given were not. They were terribly familiar and he's reminded of the gods back home. All of their strife and struggles were on such a massive scale, it seemed beyond mortal comprehension...but when looked at on paper, they were really not so different from every day issues. He wasn't aware of any great vampire cabal back home besides maybe the ones used by the Red Wizards, but perhaps it wasn't so different there either.
He didn't like the thought.
"Sometimes that is the only way to burn out all the rot. Even after Melvaunt burned and a good portion of the Mercantile leadership with it, we were still cleaning up the leftovers of rotten choices and corruption that had escaped with their lives. We're hopeful we can build something new and better, as you said, from the ashes. If you can manage to net a decent group together, you might be able to as well." He pauses briefly and looks back to Grayson. "What will you do if there's still poison in your ranks?"
He didn't like the thought.
"Sometimes that is the only way to burn out all the rot. Even after Melvaunt burned and a good portion of the Mercantile leadership with it, we were still cleaning up the leftovers of rotten choices and corruption that had escaped with their lives. We're hopeful we can build something new and better, as you said, from the ashes. If you can manage to net a decent group together, you might be able to as well." He pauses briefly and looks back to Grayson. "What will you do if there's still poison in your ranks?"
He nods. Yes, he understands that all too well. Virtually every consequence they face right now is ultimately due to the poor decisions of leadership spanning back centuries, grudges that could have and should have been avoided. Would have without certain heads in the mix. Tremere himself made questionable choices in his Council of Seven.
His mouth firms a line. "I will do as I have done in the past. I will root it out, and this time, power will not stand in the way, for of the truly powerful, only two are left, one my sire and one the vampire to whom we have pledged our assistance. Schrekt is a brute, but a brute with a head for politics and what ought to be done beyond his own appetites. As long as he keeps that firmly in mind, he'll have Meerlinda and me at his side, holding the line of the treaty."
His mouth firms a line. "I will do as I have done in the past. I will root it out, and this time, power will not stand in the way, for of the truly powerful, only two are left, one my sire and one the vampire to whom we have pledged our assistance. Schrekt is a brute, but a brute with a head for politics and what ought to be done beyond his own appetites. As long as he keeps that firmly in mind, he'll have Meerlinda and me at his side, holding the line of the treaty."
Amnos' arms come up to encircle Chris readily when his forehead bonks softly against his pecs. "If you're hearing me, that makes me some kind of real, doesn't it?"
Not the best logic, but earnest at least. His palm rests against the back of Chris' neck while the other arm holds him close and tight in support. "Just live your life, Chris. How you want it. No one can ever ask more of anyone than that. Know that if there's a way where you don't have to choose, then that's what we'll work towards too. And if there isn't-"
He leans in then, closer to Chris' ear but not so close as to hit his friend in the face with his horns. Or maybe he is that close and the horns are just no obstacle in dreams. Things are getting a bit indistinct. "If you choose for yourself, then you made the right choice."
Not the best logic, but earnest at least. His palm rests against the back of Chris' neck while the other arm holds him close and tight in support. "Just live your life, Chris. How you want it. No one can ever ask more of anyone than that. Know that if there's a way where you don't have to choose, then that's what we'll work towards too. And if there isn't-"
He leans in then, closer to Chris' ear but not so close as to hit his friend in the face with his horns. Or maybe he is that close and the horns are just no obstacle in dreams. Things are getting a bit indistinct. "If you choose for yourself, then you made the right choice."
Chris tugs before he's ready and he stumbles from the elevator like a foal, flashing the couple an awkward smile that's only half for show. He's usually poised, but this sort of thing is very new and with his mind already jumbled and his making barely more than a token effort to force it to rights, he's slower to recover. It's why Chris is able to get behind him so quickly, or so he decides in the moment before his thoughts spiral away further and disappear altogether, dominated only by the feeling of Chris against his ass and the growling purr of threatened enticement. He shudders, already moving to hardness and considering the wisdom in letting Chris have his way right here.
The licentious grin of the dominant as he disappeared into the elevator flashes before his mind's eye and he thinks the better of it. Not because he's concerned of said dominant getting his hands on himself, but on Chris, and then causing them a great deal of legal trouble thereafter when they're forced to take the transgression out on his hide. It's a symptom of a bigger problem, and to cools Hawke's temperature for a moment.
"Another time for that. I'd rather succumb to your plans tonight than your whims." He twists in Chris' grip, grasping the cleric's hand in a tight grip and turning to kiss him appreciatively. Maybe a bit protectively.
The licentious grin of the dominant as he disappeared into the elevator flashes before his mind's eye and he thinks the better of it. Not because he's concerned of said dominant getting his hands on himself, but on Chris, and then causing them a great deal of legal trouble thereafter when they're forced to take the transgression out on his hide. It's a symptom of a bigger problem, and to cools Hawke's temperature for a moment.
"Another time for that. I'd rather succumb to your plans tonight than your whims." He twists in Chris' grip, grasping the cleric's hand in a tight grip and turning to kiss him appreciatively. Maybe a bit protectively.
[He nods, an image coming together in his mind of something....simple. Elegant but not over the top. With some of her flowers, some purple to match her dress...]
I can make that happen for you. Simple, not too much, but still lovely enough to make a nice backdrop for what's meant for a memorable day.
[He shoots her a smirk and raises a brow.]
Oh are you? Good girl.
I can make that happen for you. Simple, not too much, but still lovely enough to make a nice backdrop for what's meant for a memorable day.
[He shoots her a smirk and raises a brow.]
Oh are you? Good girl.
[Come February 2, two packages appear literally out of thin air on the porch of Marzipan Terrace. One's addressed to Jon, the other to Chris. Chris's delivery consist of a bottle of traditional mead, one of mead spiced with peppers, and one of elderberry mead.]
He's quiet again, weighing his words carefully before he picks them. "You trust your sire enough for this? You would include her despite the...problems she's posed to you in past? You would work with her still?"
He doesn't mean to ask that last question, it's implied enough in the rest, but it slips out, quiet and a bit more exposed than he'd intended, but he can't help it. He needs to know the reasoning, if he can.
He doesn't mean to ask that last question, it's implied enough in the rest, but it slips out, quiet and a bit more exposed than he'd intended, but he can't help it. He needs to know the reasoning, if he can.
Doing my best.
[It's all she can do. Right? She sighs quietly and smiles.]
At least I have a dress, a groom, an officiant and a friends. That's all that really matters in the long run.
[It's all she can do. Right? She sighs quietly and smiles.]
At least I have a dress, a groom, an officiant and a friends. That's all that really matters in the long run.
Amnos' words echo and hang in the face of Silver's earnest plea over four years ago now...how the people of Melvaunt needed him and Rhyt, how the power vacuum needed filling and the people needed an advocate. He'd wanted to leave then and hadn't in the face of that argument. In the face of this one...he felt sick. And unsure and it was such a silly thing to be overwhelmed with. His eyes sting.
"I hope so...I'm just- Im not-" He straightens up again, intent on saying something, anything more. Yet when he looks, his friend is nearly gone, a hue of bronze skin and bright emerald eyes and it fades along with the bar into white...which gives way to the black he's grown accustomed to. It's not until he wakes with tear tracks dried by his eyes that it occurs to him he didn't get a chance to say bye or that he missed him or any of the thousand things he should have said instead of selfishly focusing on his own guilt.
At least he has enough time in the twilight hour to put himself back together and bury the whole thing deep in his chest.
"I hope so...I'm just- Im not-" He straightens up again, intent on saying something, anything more. Yet when he looks, his friend is nearly gone, a hue of bronze skin and bright emerald eyes and it fades along with the bar into white...which gives way to the black he's grown accustomed to. It's not until he wakes with tear tracks dried by his eyes that it occurs to him he didn't get a chance to say bye or that he missed him or any of the thousand things he should have said instead of selfishly focusing on his own guilt.
At least he has enough time in the twilight hour to put himself back together and bury the whole thing deep in his chest.
Pressed this close, he can feel the slight change in temperature, like an isolated breeze sweeping over his arms and it's there in the tips of Hawke's fingers, more than the chill they already usually carry. It's whatever he catches in the kiss itself that has his brow furrowing in concern.
The fingers of his other hand rise to brush along Hawke's cheek as he tries to search his friend's expression. "My efforts for you..." Something defensive with how there's a bit of tension in Hawke's neck.
Well...whatever the cause, Chris had a cure.
"Come on, let's get you out of your head a while, darling."
He leads them on to the room without further incident and what awaits them is something something just this side of decadent. A four poster bed with canopy, rich satin white bed dressings and a sitting area of a couple plush lounge chairs. The ensuite is a dark slate with a double-headed shower arrangement. Chris inspects the room as he sets his bag aside and gives a thoughtful hum. "Ah...so this is what they meant by 'Luxury.' Good to know."
The fingers of his other hand rise to brush along Hawke's cheek as he tries to search his friend's expression. "My efforts for you..." Something defensive with how there's a bit of tension in Hawke's neck.
Well...whatever the cause, Chris had a cure.
"Come on, let's get you out of your head a while, darling."
He leads them on to the room without further incident and what awaits them is something something just this side of decadent. A four poster bed with canopy, rich satin white bed dressings and a sitting area of a couple plush lounge chairs. The ensuite is a dark slate with a double-headed shower arrangement. Chris inspects the room as he sets his bag aside and gives a thoughtful hum. "Ah...so this is what they meant by 'Luxury.' Good to know."
Darling squeezes his insides too and he's glad Chris has turned away to find the door and let them in. Seeing the room is a nice distraction. Luxury is certainly right. He'd thought they'd end up in one of those hokey sort of rooms with a theme and silly trappings. He'd seen one awhile ago that was forest themed with painted walls and a tree branch chandelier. This is tasteful though and he wanders a meandering weave around the room, ending up by the bed to touch the soft fabric of the canopy. It's the wrong colors, but it reminds him a bit of the home he'll never get back even if he does end up returning to Thedas.
He drops his hand back to his side and turns around, a gentle smile on his face. "It's much nicer than I expected, actually. Not that I expected anything poor quality but they theme these things sometimes and I don't think I'm in the mood for waves projected on the ceiling and an enormous aquarium flanking the bed."
Walking over to Chris, Hawke leans in for a kiss. He probably shouldn't, not with starting a scene and all. Boundaries, something like that, but... he simply wants the kiss. From this man, right in this moment. So he silently asks with his body instead of his words and hopes Chris won't make him say it. Or maybe he hopes that he will.
He drops his hand back to his side and turns around, a gentle smile on his face. "It's much nicer than I expected, actually. Not that I expected anything poor quality but they theme these things sometimes and I don't think I'm in the mood for waves projected on the ceiling and an enormous aquarium flanking the bed."
Walking over to Chris, Hawke leans in for a kiss. He probably shouldn't, not with starting a scene and all. Boundaries, something like that, but... he simply wants the kiss. From this man, right in this moment. So he silently asks with his body instead of his words and hopes Chris won't make him say it. Or maybe he hopes that he will.
Chris debates with himself a fraction of a second on if he should make Hawke earn his kiss...but they hadn't officially started yet, so he couldn't expect the rules to still apply. He leans in to meet Hawke's lips with his own in something soft and uncomplicated for now.
He pulls back slowly, his fingers coming up to brush the backs against Wolfe's jaw in a mirror of how he sometimes did to himself in thought.
"Tell me what we're meant to be doing here so I know you understand, and then tell me your safeword for if it becomes too much and I'm to cut you free."
He knows it, but hearing it again is part of this ritual they're...establishing. They should have talked about this a long time ago, shouldn't they? Making it up as they go wasn't safe...
He presses the thought down for later and gestures to his bag. "When you've done that, go retrieve the collar I've brought for you and hand it to me so I might put it on you."
He pulls back slowly, his fingers coming up to brush the backs against Wolfe's jaw in a mirror of how he sometimes did to himself in thought.
"Tell me what we're meant to be doing here so I know you understand, and then tell me your safeword for if it becomes too much and I'm to cut you free."
He knows it, but hearing it again is part of this ritual they're...establishing. They should have talked about this a long time ago, shouldn't they? Making it up as they go wasn't safe...
He presses the thought down for later and gestures to his bag. "When you've done that, go retrieve the collar I've brought for you and hand it to me so I might put it on you."
Soft, yes, but more complicated for that instead of less. It's all he can do not to let it show on his face even if he can't help how he presses perhaps just a little harder than he meant, a little more desperately. It can be read as eagerness, he hopes. Anticipation.
Chris pulls back and softly touches his face with his knuckles. It's grounding and Hawke's eyes focus their stormy blue on green and finds some semblance of peace there already.
"We're meant to get me from my head." He rumbles, taking a shallow breath and exhaling slowly. "Bind me so I have no choice but to be still and know that's all I'm meant to be for awhile."
He fixes his gaze on a point past Chris' head for a moment, unfocused again as he thinks over his safe word. Sloth seems too much right now, with the weight of his inaction baring down. The word has more meaning than he wants, but that's the point isn't it? It would certainly bring him out of anything else. "My safeword is sloth."
He swallows, looking down and trying not to lean into that hand on his jaw. He's not sure he's relieved or bereft for Chris moving it to gesture to the bag, but if he hadn't Hawke may have said something he'd regret. He takes another breath, flashing a smile and trying instead to focus on what they're doing, the point of it, and not how it may make him ache. What he has no thought for is feeling safe because it's not a feeling here. It's knowledge, an immutable fact in this moment that Chris knows what he's doing and the only wrong Hawke can commit is not to follow directions. Simple. Easy. Chris, at least, will not hurt him. Hawke does enough of that all on his own.
Retrieving the collar is its own sort of satisfaction. A small task to perform, and so he goes to rummage in the bag, head already feeling a bit clearer for his fingers wrapping around the leather band. He returns to give it to Chris, holding the strip with two hands almost as a knight presenting a prize to his lord, though he doesn't kneel just yet.
Chris pulls back and softly touches his face with his knuckles. It's grounding and Hawke's eyes focus their stormy blue on green and finds some semblance of peace there already.
"We're meant to get me from my head." He rumbles, taking a shallow breath and exhaling slowly. "Bind me so I have no choice but to be still and know that's all I'm meant to be for awhile."
He fixes his gaze on a point past Chris' head for a moment, unfocused again as he thinks over his safe word. Sloth seems too much right now, with the weight of his inaction baring down. The word has more meaning than he wants, but that's the point isn't it? It would certainly bring him out of anything else. "My safeword is sloth."
He swallows, looking down and trying not to lean into that hand on his jaw. He's not sure he's relieved or bereft for Chris moving it to gesture to the bag, but if he hadn't Hawke may have said something he'd regret. He takes another breath, flashing a smile and trying instead to focus on what they're doing, the point of it, and not how it may make him ache. What he has no thought for is feeling safe because it's not a feeling here. It's knowledge, an immutable fact in this moment that Chris knows what he's doing and the only wrong Hawke can commit is not to follow directions. Simple. Easy. Chris, at least, will not hurt him. Hawke does enough of that all on his own.
Retrieving the collar is its own sort of satisfaction. A small task to perform, and so he goes to rummage in the bag, head already feeling a bit clearer for his fingers wrapping around the leather band. He returns to give it to Chris, holding the strip with two hands almost as a knight presenting a prize to his lord, though he doesn't kneel just yet.
He nods for the confirmation and smiles in return when Hawke does and waits for his friend to do as he's been instructed, the order of the actions a balm of their own. They were always fine and this was no different.
He takes the strip of leather and brushes his fingers back through the right side of Hawke's hair. "Very good, thank you. Now, get on your knees for me so I can affix this around your neck. You won't be having my cock just yet, I'm afraid you'll have to earn it...but I'm sure you'll make me proud and do just that. Won't you?"
It's not a rhetorical question, but the firmness of his tone is matched with the softness of his touch when he moves to affix the collar around Hawke's neck, leaving the simple metal ring facing him. Chris loops a finger through it without pulling too much just yet.
He takes the strip of leather and brushes his fingers back through the right side of Hawke's hair. "Very good, thank you. Now, get on your knees for me so I can affix this around your neck. You won't be having my cock just yet, I'm afraid you'll have to earn it...but I'm sure you'll make me proud and do just that. Won't you?"
It's not a rhetorical question, but the firmness of his tone is matched with the softness of his touch when he moves to affix the collar around Hawke's neck, leaving the simple metal ring facing him. Chris loops a finger through it without pulling too much just yet.
Hawke obeys. He kneels without question, watches Chris' face quietly as he fastens the collar, but in so doing he notices something a little off. It's not anything big, just an unfocused quality to Chris' gaze, something turned more inward than without, and it only lasts a moment.
But Hawke still notices.
"Chris?" He says his friend's name softly, still kneeling with the blond's finger crooked through the ring at his throat, but the tone is less one of submission than of concern. Something is off.
"Are you alright?"
But Hawke still notices.
"Chris?" He says his friend's name softly, still kneeling with the blond's finger crooked through the ring at his throat, but the tone is less one of submission than of concern. Something is off.
"Are you alright?"
[ A digital invite arrives! It's a photo of a very nice looking butt wearing lacy red lingerie, pulled up to show off a tattoo of a red heart with devil horns and a spade-tipped tail. Some might recognise said butt and tattoo as belonging to Harley Quinn.
Underneath, in flowy font, is written: ]
PLEASE COME TO OUR
TOTALLY ROMANTIC VALENTINE'S ORGY!
FRIENDS AND COMPANIONS AND +1'S WELCOME
BYOT (BRING YOUR OWN TOYS)
AT THE WAREHOUSE, VALENTINE'S WEEKEND (ALL WEEKEND!!)
~ LOVE AND KISSES,
HARLEY & HELLBOY ~
XOXOXOXOX
Underneath, in flowy font, is written: ]
TOTALLY ROMANTIC VALENTINE'S ORGY!
FRIENDS AND COMPANIONS AND +1'S WELCOME
BYOT (BRING YOUR OWN TOYS)
AT THE WAREHOUSE, VALENTINE'S WEEKEND (ALL WEEKEND!!)
~ LOVE AND KISSES,
HARLEY & HELLBOY ~
XOXOXOXOX
I’m gonna tell you a secret
I love sex. I love having sex. I’m very much into watching abd being watched.
Orgies are
Something else
You gonna make fun of me if I act the wallflower for an hour and leave?
Or I could bring emotional support until my head calms down.
I love sex. I love having sex. I’m very much into watching abd being watched.
Orgies are
Something else
You gonna make fun of me if I act the wallflower for an hour and leave?
Or I could bring emotional support until my head calms down.
hey look
I'm not gonna make fun of you no matter what
it's okay if you don't want to come, or if you just want to come over and have a drink and hang out for a bit, we can do that
whatever you want to do
I'm not gonna make fun of you no matter what
it's okay if you don't want to come, or if you just want to come over and have a drink and hang out for a bit, we can do that
whatever you want to do
thanks
let me see if i can rope a friendly face or two
but i'll show for a bit either way
gotta see your performance
let me see if i can rope a friendly face or two
but i'll show for a bit either way
gotta see your performance
sure, I'd like to see you
we've got a hot tub and some other stuff so you can check that out if you don't want to be involved with the main space
Harley said she wants to run a train on me
I had to google that one
we've got a hot tub and some other stuff so you can check that out if you don't want to be involved with the main space
Harley said she wants to run a train on me
I had to google that one
i am a sucker for a large bath or hot tub
well now you've made me go do the same
and that holds a definite appeal
sloppy seconds is always great
you the type to be trussed up for it all pretty or no?
well now you've made me go do the same
and that holds a definite appeal
sloppy seconds is always great
you the type to be trussed up for it all pretty or no?
Edited 2023-02-08 18:28 (UTC)
I think that's gonna depend what else happens
might be a kind of clothing optional situation
kinda thinking I might just lie there and let everyone else do the work, feels like a good deal to me
might be a kind of clothing optional situation
kinda thinking I might just lie there and let everyone else do the work, feels like a good deal to me
I'll be curious to see.
But that sounds fun.
You know, when I'm not topping, that tends to be how I prefer to do it
But that sounds fun.
You know, when I'm not topping, that tends to be how I prefer to do it
yeah?
you mind me asking what you like about it?
kind of imagining it's a lot of sensory experience to deal with
you mind me asking what you like about it?
kind of imagining it's a lot of sensory experience to deal with
having my partner laid out beneath me, strapped down or told to keep their hands to themselves while i ride them, the pace and depth all my choosing with them made to come exactly as soon or not as i'd like?
i enjoy the control of it
plus, they get a grand view of me and, if i let them use their hands, they can reach wherever they like
i like getting fucked, i just don't like giving up the power in the situation unless i know i can trust them
because, you're right, it is a lot of sensation and easily overwhelming if i lose my head in it, so i need to know the hands i'm with for anything else.
i enjoy the control of it
plus, they get a grand view of me and, if i let them use their hands, they can reach wherever they like
i like getting fucked, i just don't like giving up the power in the situation unless i know i can trust them
because, you're right, it is a lot of sensation and easily overwhelming if i lose my head in it, so i need to know the hands i'm with for anything else.
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