"As much as I wish I could give you what you need, I can't. I'm-- I'm a bottom, too."
Is that so?
[Rather than lizard-chan, an all-too familiar voice interrupts the take first from the sidelines of the set, much to the chagrin of the director. His kvetching falls on deaf ears. Calm, too calm, with a discerning eye boring into Natori- Matoba's subtle smile says everything for him right off the bat.]
[It's the face he wears when he's readying to take someone apart.]
[Two weeks of voices calling out were easy to ignore. Ayakashi will use any means to deceive you, will read every surface thought and observe every inch of your mind and heart to find what will make you tick. Cursed as he is with the mark of Clubs the deceiver, it wasn't possible to avoid forever. But the willpower not to bend to it is what preserves one in those cases.]
[What stopped Matoba in his tracks this time wasn't a familiar voice or appeals to his weaknesses. It was more than that- a deeper sensation rattling the back of his brain, a demeanor he loathes, syrupy delivery, and the sight of a mask that's paper-thin and hardly holds up to much prodding. He can prove it- to himself.]
[If the house wanted to get to him- and oh, it has been trying- then this time, it has finally won a mark.]
My. Certain things would become very clear, were that true....
c but taking it from the top (haha get it)
Is that so?
[Rather than lizard-chan, an all-too familiar voice interrupts the take first from the sidelines of the set, much to the chagrin of the director. His kvetching falls on deaf ears. Calm, too calm, with a discerning eye boring into Natori- Matoba's subtle smile says everything for him right off the bat.]
[It's the face he wears when he's readying to take someone apart.]
[Two weeks of voices calling out were easy to ignore. Ayakashi will use any means to deceive you, will read every surface thought and observe every inch of your mind and heart to find what will make you tick. Cursed as he is with the mark of Clubs the deceiver, it wasn't possible to avoid forever. But the willpower not to bend to it is what preserves one in those cases.]
[What stopped Matoba in his tracks this time wasn't a familiar voice or appeals to his weaknesses. It was more than that- a deeper sensation rattling the back of his brain, a demeanor he loathes, syrupy delivery, and the sight of a mask that's paper-thin and hardly holds up to much prodding. He can prove it- to himself.]
[If the house wanted to get to him- and oh, it has been trying- then this time, it has finally won a mark.]
My. Certain things would become very clear, were that true....