[He makes a show of thinking, running his fingertips lightly along a tentacle as he does.]
I like being restrained. I like it rough. I like when all my protests are overpowered, and when I wake up covered in bruises. I also like fucking when I'm drunk. How's that for a start?
Wonderful and quite reasonable. Right now I'd rather you not leave.
[Prooobably Kaeya should worry about marks now, since he can't guarantee he can heal them...
...Oh well. He keeps insisting on privacy but in the end he doesn't really care. If everyone's disgusted with him then good. All that matters is indulging the need to be used, to which end he's currently threading fingers into Ardyn's hair, keeping him close.
But, hm. Maybe he should protest for other reasons...]
Mm... Should we be "fighting" right now, I wonder...
That could make it extra fun. But for the moment...
[Hmmhmm. Kaeya takes a moment to consider, then gets up off the bed, taking a few paces towards the middle of the room and then glancing over his shoulder with a grin.]
Now, how did a prisoner like you escape from his cell?
[ he'll play into the act -- it comes naturally to him to play the "villain", and there's a mischevious smile on his lips even as he approaches him, his tentacles rearing as if to strike. ]
[Sometime late but not Super Late, Spooky Kaeya can be found in an out-of-the-way corner of the graveyard. He is not in the bar for once, but maybe he WILL BE. The reason he's out of the way is... he's practicing. Specifically, he is practicing a very important Abyss power he only started trying to do recently: levitation.
At the moment it's not going too well. He's trying to remain stable but keeps slipping sideways. This is why you listen in class kids.]
Presumably because you either wanted to get high enough to have advantage when you annoy something or you're hoping to get a good look at someone's cleavage.
[ strolling casually into the graveyard like it's a park ]
[He sighs, giving up on staying correctly oriented and letting himself bob around in a display of lazy exasperation.]
As a rule, I prefer to use these abilities as little as possible. But the first time I tried this I made a fool of myself in an otherwise very lovely interaction, so now it's a challenge.
Oh, dear. For you to admit that you hurt your pride in that way, it must have been very embarrassing indeed. Isn't this supposed to be a fairly basic trick?
It is, but I'll admit I've ditched nearly every attempt to teach me to use any of it. There are a few maneuvers I can do, but this is only the second time I've tried this one.
To my credit, I have spent the majority of my life with no one to instruct me even if I'd wanted to be instructed. And there could be very real consequences if I play with it too much.
[ maybe YOU should care, kaeya? she knows vanilla enough by now to wonder if this is probably not normally information he would divulge? Good to know her suspicions were right, though. ]
... That was one of the first typical symptoms, yes.
[At first, Rean just watches curiously to see how it's going. Based on the result and Kaeya's reaction, he can guess "not well". Hearing the frustration in his tone, Rean decides maybe he should help him get away from it for a bit.]
You look like you could use a break.
[Take it from a teacher-- nothing good usually comes from trying to cram a bunch of effort in at once.]
Day 4, morningish
Yes, of course. Let's see...
[He makes a show of thinking, running his fingertips lightly along a tentacle as he does.]
I like being restrained. I like it rough. I like when all my protests are overpowered, and when I wake up covered in bruises. I also like fucking when I'm drunk. How's that for a start?
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[ idly, he dips his head down, teeth scraping against Kaeya's jawline. ]
Would you prefer to compliment me now or later?
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[He tilts his head to the side, inviting further exploration.]
I love how shamelessly bold you are. And yes, I'd also love it if you brought drinks.
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Next time, perhaps. I am quite fond of wine.
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[Prooobably Kaeya should worry about marks now, since he can't guarantee he can heal them...
...Oh well. He keeps insisting on privacy but in the end he doesn't really care. If everyone's disgusted with him then good. All that matters is indulging the need to be used, to which end he's currently threading fingers into Ardyn's hair, keeping him close.
But, hm. Maybe he should protest for other reasons...]
Mm... Should we be "fighting" right now, I wonder...
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[ Ardyn pauses mid-bite.... ]
It would be quite odd for a maid to fight their employer, though.
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[ he's moving to sit up though, stretching some as if prepping for the Fite (tm) ]
Or perhaps it would be appealing seeing you struggle to fulfill my needs.
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[Hmmhmm. Kaeya takes a moment to consider, then gets up off the bed, taking a few paces towards the middle of the room and then glancing over his shoulder with a grin.]
Catch me if you want me, "Warden".
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[ he'll play into the act -- it comes naturally to him to play the "villain", and there's a mischevious smile on his lips even as he approaches him, his tentacles rearing as if to strike. ]
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Day 9, late evening
At the moment it's not going too well. He's trying to remain stable but keeps slipping sideways. This is why you listen in class kids.]
Ugh. Why am I even bothering with this...
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[ strolling casually into the graveyard like it's a park ]
Are you not having fun?
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[He sighs, giving up on staying correctly oriented and letting himself bob around in a display of lazy exasperation.]
As a rule, I prefer to use these abilities as little as possible. But the first time I tried this I made a fool of myself in an otherwise very lovely interaction, so now it's a challenge.
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Well, that was foolish of you.
[ Just. Blurting it out. ]
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[Not something he should be honest about but who fucking cares?]
That may be the nature of this right eye of mine.
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... That was one of the first typical symptoms, yes.
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[He doesn't care about secrets anymore because he already hit the point of despair. The armour of lies turned out to be as useful as tissue paper.]
Well, it's up to me to destroy myself before I go too far, I suppose.
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[ somehow that just makes her more fond. ]
Relax. You've got a long time left before it advances.
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You look like you could use a break.
[Take it from a teacher-- nothing good usually comes from trying to cram a bunch of effort in at once.]