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[ aristaeus is still unconscious on his bed when mavis enters this room without knocking, dropping a hiking pack full of her belongings on the edge of his bed. from it, she unpacks a few small things: clothes to go in the dresser, a carving knife.
there's a long wooden bow on her back, too, that she leans up against the corner between aristaeus' bed and the wall.
she does it all silently, as if her presence here were beyond question, even unremarkable. ]
there's a long wooden bow on her back, too, that she leans up against the corner between aristaeus' bed and the wall.
she does it all silently, as if her presence here were beyond question, even unremarkable. ]
[Outside of sleeping, Murphy doesn't actually spend that much time in the room. He has three jobs in the village to keep him busy, and the real job of trying to figure out just what the hell his mission here is meant to be to fill the rest of the time.
But he's here when Mavis comes in. Partly, reason to himself, to update his notes in the journal he keeps squirrelled away beneath a floorboard under his bed. Mostly, in truth, because Aristaeus looks like he should probably have died, and Murphy has too many borrowed memories from a thousand medically inclined Hosts he's never met to walk away from someone in that state.
Mavis doesn't look all that much better, but at least she's awake and vertical. Not that Murphy fully looks up from his scribbling, even as he says:]
Guess you two kissed and made up.
[It's dry, bitter-tinged. He's glad they're both alive, but he's still mad it was even a question.]
But he's here when Mavis comes in. Partly, reason to himself, to update his notes in the journal he keeps squirrelled away beneath a floorboard under his bed. Mostly, in truth, because Aristaeus looks like he should probably have died, and Murphy has too many borrowed memories from a thousand medically inclined Hosts he's never met to walk away from someone in that state.
Mavis doesn't look all that much better, but at least she's awake and vertical. Not that Murphy fully looks up from his scribbling, even as he says:]
Guess you two kissed and made up.
[It's dry, bitter-tinged. He's glad they're both alive, but he's still mad it was even a question.]
[ Felipe knows where to find Mavis, but he'd rather not see her. instead he lingers in the hallway leading to their room whenever he happens to walk past it. he doesn't know why. could be he's listening out for screams and other sounds of fighting, but there's never any. he refuses to acknowledge how disappointed that makes him feel.
one day he happens to be passing by when Murphy walks out of the room. Felipe keeps walking, but he can't resist glancing at him over his shoulder and commenting. ]
Doesn't it ever get cramped in there?
one day he happens to be passing by when Murphy walks out of the room. Felipe keeps walking, but he can't resist glancing at him over his shoulder and commenting. ]
Doesn't it ever get cramped in there?
[There's a moment where Murphy's in his head enough that he doesn't register the comment as even being aimed at him. He's re-running the supplies he need to get in for the tavern kitchen, somewhere between flour and carrots when it clicks. He shoots a look at the back of the man's head that's part bemused and part wtf.]
Do you know about everyone's sleeping arrangements, or am I just lucky?
Do you know about everyone's sleeping arrangements, or am I just lucky?
( as promised, there's something special waiting for murphy when he returns from work — a 4.5-inch hunting knife with a sharp drop-point blade, similar to the one he'd shown murphy before.
the main difference is the handle, made of walnut instead of deer horn, providing a smoother and more comfortable grip. )
I wasn't sure what makes a good "good luck on your trip to certain death" gift, but knives are more in my wheelhouse than sex toys, so — good luck. Try make it back in one piece.
the main difference is the handle, made of walnut instead of deer horn, providing a smoother and more comfortable grip. )
I wasn't sure what makes a good "good luck on your trip to certain death" gift, but knives are more in my wheelhouse than sex toys, so — good luck. Try make it back in one piece.
[To avoid any confusion in who the recipient is, the return note is tucked into Aristaeus' belongings rather than left on the bed. This does mean that it might be several days after Murphy's even left that it's discovered, but he's fine with that.]
Honestly sexier than any sex toys. Thanks babe :)
[But then, scrawled on the back:]
IOU x 2
Honestly sexier than any sex toys. Thanks babe :)
[But then, scrawled on the back:]
IOU x 2
Is there some secret rulebook for room-sharing that I missed? ( delivered in a tone that's dry enough to crack bone. )
Because I just had a fascinating chat with someone on the network, who seems to think I need your permission to have opinions.
Because I just had a fascinating chat with someone on the network, who seems to think I need your permission to have opinions.
[A messenger hand-delivers an envelope bearing his name to Murphy, either at his residence or about town (your choice). The envelope is sealed with purple wax pressed with a symbol reminiscent of an upside-down trident. Within is the following invitation written in Rubean.]
[CW: implied bull kink, cuckolding, breeding kink, creampie, multiple partners, serial partners, sloppy seconds, bondage, voyeurism, d/s, necromantic manipulation, animated skeletons, vague allusion to necrophilia (forgive me if I missed any warnings).]
[OOC: The party ICly takes place on December 22nd and Ianthe's house from 7:00-8:00pm on a first come/first serve basis. The log will be posted on Dec 17th, with the smut threads themselves intended to be short. There will be a place for partygoers to mingle amongst themselves while waiting their turn.
Reply to this comment to RSVP Ianthe on your character's attendance, refusal, questions, etc. Feel free to contact Gilia via her inbox to confirm the invitation is legit/with concerns or questions. It is okay to decline the invitation!
Important note: Whereas Ianthe will take participation in the party as IC consent to have her use her necromancy to speed up orgasm if needed, this will only occur with OOC permission.]
[CW: implied bull kink, cuckolding, breeding kink, creampie, multiple partners, serial partners, sloppy seconds, bondage, voyeurism, d/s, necromantic manipulation, animated skeletons, vague allusion to necrophilia (forgive me if I missed any warnings).]
[OOC: The party ICly takes place on December 22nd and Ianthe's house from 7:00-8:00pm on a first come/first serve basis. The log will be posted on Dec 17th, with the smut threads themselves intended to be short. There will be a place for partygoers to mingle amongst themselves while waiting their turn.
Reply to this comment to RSVP Ianthe on your character's attendance, refusal, questions, etc. Feel free to contact Gilia via her inbox to confirm the invitation is legit/with concerns or questions. It is okay to decline the invitation!
Important note: Whereas Ianthe will take participation in the party as IC consent to have her use her necromancy to speed up orgasm if needed, this will only occur with OOC permission.]
[Right after this.]
I'm willing to offer necromantic wards if you believe they will help with your rat problem.
I'm willing to offer necromantic wards if you believe they will help with your rat problem.
[There's a delay before he replies. He needs time to cool off. To get Mavis to the clinic, like Aristaeus has told him to.]
The rat wouldn't know how to be a problem if he tried. But this goat face murderer he's going on about might have us thinking about more security. How do they work?
The rat wouldn't know how to be a problem if he tried. But this goat face murderer he's going on about might have us thinking about more security. How do they work?
( a cursory patrol of the area had revealed nothing, but then aristaeus hadn't expected there to much after a month. still, he would follow up at the lodge in the morning to see if there were any rumors.
but it would be a lie to say that he wouldn't welcome felipe giving the place a wider berth. while he'd tolerated the other man's hovering, it was clear that that had been a mistake. one he would be rectifying as soon as possible.
thoughts of how kept him busy the duration of the journey into town. better to chew on that familiar irritation than to allow the worry to gain a foothold; mavis would wake and murphy would no longer look so haunted, and —
he exhales. shakes his head as if to dislodge the thought, before slipping inside the clinic. he finds murphy at mavis' bedside, of course, and he sets a hand on the younger man's shoulder. gentle, careful. )
but it would be a lie to say that he wouldn't welcome felipe giving the place a wider berth. while he'd tolerated the other man's hovering, it was clear that that had been a mistake. one he would be rectifying as soon as possible.
thoughts of how kept him busy the duration of the journey into town. better to chew on that familiar irritation than to allow the worry to gain a foothold; mavis would wake and murphy would no longer look so haunted, and —
he exhales. shakes his head as if to dislodge the thought, before slipping inside the clinic. he finds murphy at mavis' bedside, of course, and he sets a hand on the younger man's shoulder. gentle, careful. )
[At some point in his vigil of watching Mavis sleep, Murphy had dozed off himself, arms crossed and chin down against his chest. Nightmares were a constant, always, but it's been harder to sleep knowing there was this risk on the other side. Not waking up. Like the comas in the Nest, except no one knew what triggered those, when they'd hit. If anyone would ever wake up from them.
He doesn't startle at the touch on his shoulder. Whether Aristaeus projects something calming into him or he's just grown used to his presence, Murphy doesn't know, but it's a gentler waking than it would be with a stranger. There's still something a little guilty as he glances up at him. He shouldn't have fallen asleep.]
No change.
[As if that weren't obvious already.]
He doesn't startle at the touch on his shoulder. Whether Aristaeus projects something calming into him or he's just grown used to his presence, Murphy doesn't know, but it's a gentler waking than it would be with a stranger. There's still something a little guilty as he glances up at him. He shouldn't have fallen asleep.]
No change.
[As if that weren't obvious already.]
murpppppphy. question from an inquiring mind. what would you want in exchange if i have a meal request that i am desperate to kill for otherwise
if you get this, pls say something
even a fuck off
free pass to be an asshole on this one ( worried, so fucking worried )
even a fuck off
free pass to be an asshole on this one ( worried, so fucking worried )
[ He doesn't know Murphy's missing. But he's freshly emotionally walloped from whatever the fuck just happened, with Jem not coming back, from Jem being there, with them, with him. ]
hey. i need to talk to you.
hey. i need to talk to you.
hey. really. would you come up for air for one second and talk to me? i need—
can i come over? later?
can i come over? later?
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