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TDM 009
【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
We are pleased to announce that several films have begun production in the resort! All guests are encouraged to participate as actors and crew during this time. Two highly anticipated blockbusters are part of the filming block and will have an opening night premiere at the newly renovated Hatchbox Theater.
We would also like to extend a gentle warning to all actors. New tabloids and journalists have snuck into the Peacock alongside production, so please be cautious of aggressive reporters. We would hate to see our beloved guests embroiled in public scandal.
Please look forward to your debut on the silver screen and all of the new artistic content soon available for your viewing pleasure! 】
HONEYWAGONS
A STAR'S WELCOME
ACTOR RESUME
WELLA WARBLER
Height: 4 inches
Weight: 5 oz
Age: 3 years (24 in bird years!)
Eye color: black
Hair color: yellow
TYPECAST & SUITABLE ROLES
• animal sidekick
• emotional guide
• damsel in distress
KINKS & FETISHES
• berry licking
• mating dances
• hardcore bdsm
SPECIAL SKILLS
• singing
• flying fast
• speed sudoku
COSTUME DEPARTMENT
GET INTO CHARACTER
GRAB A GIG
FIND YOUR BIG BREAK
LORD OF THE WINGS
AN EPIC (AND SEXY) JOURNEY
【 Once upon a time, in a magical land far, far away...
The Lord of the Wings, a massive dragon with no equal, demanded a bride tribute from all of the kingdoms across the continent. Every month each province was required to send their most beautiful men and women to become the dragon's next bride(s). Ever greedy, the dragon was not satisfied with having one bride. Not with twelve brides, nor two hundred brides. The dragon always demanded more. The number of hot people around to bang dwindled. Things were looking grim.
Soon, a group of brave warriors gathered to travel the lands and slay this dragon. They enjoyed adventures of fucking their way through sirens, fucking their way though the faeries, and fucking their way through the mage school and beastmen tribes. They reached the dragon's crystal lair where the dragon, who took beautiful humanoid form, approached them.
The dragon promised that if any warrior could satisfy them sexually, they would return all of the brides to their homes. Each warrior took a turn trying to satisfy the dragon — but only with their efforts combined in one massive orgy was the dragon finally satisfied.
All of the brides were released and the warriors moved into the crystal lair to live a loving polyamorous relationship with the dragon. All was well. The end. 】
The Lord of the Wings, a massive dragon with no equal, demanded a bride tribute from all of the kingdoms across the continent. Every month each province was required to send their most beautiful men and women to become the dragon's next bride(s). Ever greedy, the dragon was not satisfied with having one bride. Not with twelve brides, nor two hundred brides. The dragon always demanded more. The number of hot people around to bang dwindled. Things were looking grim.
Soon, a group of brave warriors gathered to travel the lands and slay this dragon. They enjoyed adventures of fucking their way through sirens, fucking their way though the faeries, and fucking their way through the mage school and beastmen tribes. They reached the dragon's crystal lair where the dragon, who took beautiful humanoid form, approached them.
The dragon promised that if any warrior could satisfy them sexually, they would return all of the brides to their homes. Each warrior took a turn trying to satisfy the dragon — but only with their efforts combined in one massive orgy was the dragon finally satisfied.
All of the brides were released and the warriors moved into the crystal lair to live a loving polyamorous relationship with the dragon. All was well. The end. 】
STAR WARBLERS
A THRILLING (AND SEXY) SPACE OPERA
【 Once upon a time, in a galaxy, far away...
The Palm Warblers and the Pine Warblers, two different legions of the massive Warbler fleet, began to battle. Whenever their ships would meet in space they would fight with the winner taking prisoners of war. After one such battle, a captured Captain of the Palm Warbler legion held in prison met a Lieutenant of the Pine Warbler tribe. After some rivalry, the two fell deeply in love.
They had a ton of kinky prison sex. However, the two were not satisfied with fucking between prison bars. They wanted to properly marry. But how could they with their two legions at war?
They each gathered friends and more sex was had between all. More matches between the Palms and the Pines happened, leading to even more kinky space sex. Bolstered by friendship and newfound fetishes, they gripped their laser guns and seized the science lab where some important keystone gemstone was being examined and researched by space scientists. This stone was very important for the future breeding of the Warbler race.
By holding the lab hostage, the ship's Commander put down their weapons and handed over the keys. The Palm Captain and the Pine Lieutenant held hands as they steered the ship off to find a new planet where they could live in peace together. The war between the two tribes ended because of good sex. All was well. The end. 】
The Palm Warblers and the Pine Warblers, two different legions of the massive Warbler fleet, began to battle. Whenever their ships would meet in space they would fight with the winner taking prisoners of war. After one such battle, a captured Captain of the Palm Warbler legion held in prison met a Lieutenant of the Pine Warbler tribe. After some rivalry, the two fell deeply in love.
They had a ton of kinky prison sex. However, the two were not satisfied with fucking between prison bars. They wanted to properly marry. But how could they with their two legions at war?
They each gathered friends and more sex was had between all. More matches between the Palms and the Pines happened, leading to even more kinky space sex. Bolstered by friendship and newfound fetishes, they gripped their laser guns and seized the science lab where some important keystone gemstone was being examined and researched by space scientists. This stone was very important for the future breeding of the Warbler race.
By holding the lab hostage, the ship's Commander put down their weapons and handed over the keys. The Palm Captain and the Pine Lieutenant held hands as they steered the ship off to find a new planet where they could live in peace together. The war between the two tribes ended because of good sex. All was well. The end. 】
SHORT FILMS
THE GOLDEN PEACOCK SUPPORTS THE ARTS
【 Ladies and Gentlemen!
Peacock Productions is pleased to announce the following short erotic films. Actors interested in participating in filming are welcome to arrive on set to shoot at any time. Various accommodations are available depending upon actor comfort.
… and many, many, many more! We look forward to working with you. 】
Peacock Productions is pleased to announce the following short erotic films. Actors interested in participating in filming are welcome to arrive on set to shoot at any time. Various accommodations are available depending upon actor comfort.
FILMS
• ALIENS PROBED ME!
• ARRANGED MARRIAGE WEDDING NIGHT
• BIG TIDDY NUN NEEDS PUNISHING
• BIRD IN THE BUSH
• EXORCIST KIDNAPPED BY DEMON LOVER
• FELINE ATTRACTION
• GUARD TOPS MASTER IN BED
• HORNY NERD CREAMPIE
• HOT FOR TEACHER
• INCUBUS SEDUCES SLUTTY PRIEST
• ALIENS PROBED ME!
• ARRANGED MARRIAGE WEDDING NIGHT
• BIG TIDDY NUN NEEDS PUNISHING
• BIRD IN THE BUSH
• EXORCIST KIDNAPPED BY DEMON LOVER
• FELINE ATTRACTION
• GUARD TOPS MASTER IN BED
• HORNY NERD CREAMPIE
• HOT FOR TEACHER
• INCUBUS SEDUCES SLUTTY PRIEST
FILMS
• JEALOUS SPOUSE DISCIPLINES LOVER
• LONELY TENTACLES WANT LOVE
• MAGES GONE WILD
• PIZZA DELIVERY BOY IS HOT
• PLANTS HUNGER FOR SEX
• SAMURAI PLEDGES AND SERVES
• THEY WERE BOTH BOTTOMS
• TOP ON TOP ACTION
• VAMPIRE’S AROUSING BITE
• VIRGIN’S FIRST TIME
• WHOLESOME COUPLE MAKING LOVE
• WOLFMAN TAKES A MATE
• JEALOUS SPOUSE DISCIPLINES LOVER
• LONELY TENTACLES WANT LOVE
• MAGES GONE WILD
• PIZZA DELIVERY BOY IS HOT
• PLANTS HUNGER FOR SEX
• SAMURAI PLEDGES AND SERVES
• THEY WERE BOTH BOTTOMS
• TOP ON TOP ACTION
• VAMPIRE’S AROUSING BITE
• VIRGIN’S FIRST TIME
• WHOLESOME COUPLE MAKING LOVE
• WOLFMAN TAKES A MATE
… and many, many, many more! We look forward to working with you. 】
PREMIERE
YOUR BIG DEBUT
OOC NOTES
▶ BLANKET CW: cameras; compulsion; costumes; dubcon; nudes; pornography; roleplaying; recording; sex tropes; stalking; video
▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Suits will not manifest until characters are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's May event. Since April's event was a bit serious, we're leaning in the opposite direction and going full camp for this meme.
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▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Suits will not manifest until characters are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's May event. Since April's event was a bit serious, we're leaning in the opposite direction and going full camp for this meme.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention!
▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort!
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
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So to find himself shoved into the role of a bride, complete with shoes, dress, and the accessories to go with it, he didn't fight it. From what he read about the scenario, his understanding of love or getting married didn't matter, since it was simply a tool to facilitate production.
Ivan was walking back and forth, trying to get use to the very strange shoes they gave him, his mind set on finding a way to move around in the ensemble without breaking his ankle. It was during this with his eyes downcast to watch what he was doing when he heard a voice and turned to reach his arms out to catch what was falling into him.
Without a second more of thought, Ivan scooped the thing... person? Up into his arms for the sake of balance on those high heels, he was still getting used to standing it. Luckily for him, he remained steady, biceps bulging in the white silk arm bands that gracefully laid in folds around them. And it was once he was stable and situation passed that he registered just who he had gathered into his arms.
The first blink or two was utterly blank, devoid of emotion or reaction other than faint surprise at being knocked into. Why was it him? How could it be him? He couldn't show the complex emotions that were trying to make sense of themselves in his hollow chest, so did what he always did. The more genuine, blank look melted into a comfortable, practiced grin.]
Are you alright?
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He does not stop.
Until words are spoken in a familiar voice.
That's when Till stills, frozen in rising panic. He knows that voice. He knows it well. He has heard it countless times. He has heard it in song. He has heard it during his last performance. He heard it. He didn't listen to a plea. And he still hears it now. Often, when sleep eludes him, auditory hallucinations accompany him. There are familiar voices, mixed with unknown ones, but one person's voice is as constant as the images that flood his mind when he closes his eyes. That vivid red, bright enough to light a night sky ablaze. A red pool of blood at his feet.
He does not dare lift his gaze.
This cannot be real. This place has made him see things before. It has also created illusions so lifelike that he sometimes had to doubt his senses. Then why should this be any different? Someone who incurred a loss cannot return. The dead stay dead. Yet he cannot help but recall that meow meow mage speaking of medical treatment for the dead. It seemed silly then, ridiculous, and he even questioned her about it. Rather than receive a clear answer, he was told to find out for himself, and now he isn't sure if he wants to know. There is a horrible, nauseating feeling. It's guilt. Guilt for living, for being here. ]
You're fake... just disappear.
[ Yet this apparition is holding his weight. It's sturdy. Solid. His touch confirms that much. His hands press against the form he does not want to see. Until finally, he feels there is no other choice. Hesitantly, he lifts his gaze to look at him. Look at Ivan. ]
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When he froze and refused to look at him, it twisted in his stomach something ugly. Logically, he understood why Till wasn't looking at him. He could imagine their last time seeing each other was still firm in his mind. As selfish as it was, Ivan was glad at least something of him stuck with Till.
The words were hurtful, but not in the sharp way Till's words could usually cut. So Ivan waits in silent, looking at the man in his arms until their eyes could meet. Ivan's face was as blank, robbed of any sorrow or mirth he could show for their reunion, a far more genuine expression for the sake of this impossibility. ]
If you do want me to put you down and leave, I'll go, but it will be slowly because these shoes are weird. Costuming has never given me things like this before.
[ Before Till could answer, Ivan does move to lower Till to the ground once again, letting him go once he was sure he would stand on his feet without falling.
He couldn't even feint surprise at Till rejection of his presence. It made sense. Ivan did pull a few inconceivably dumb stunts in order to make sure Till lived. Was this not just an evolution to what he deserved? It always happened this way. ]
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Ivan is dead. Ivan died at his feet. He stood in a pool of water and blood. He saw the last glimmer of life leave those pitch black eyes. Ivan cannot be here now. There is no medical treatment for the dead. The dead remain dead. All this can only be an illusion. He should do something about his ever-worsening sleeping habits. It's not good for his mental health.
It's got him seeing things.
Feelings things. Things that should not be real.
Especially not—what the fuck kind of getup is that? Is that the thing they were offering him to wear before he opted for a different role? Why is he seeing him like this? Has he finally lost it? Maybe he is asleep now, which would explain why this all felt so real. Looking around their environment for an explanation, there is none. Perhaps he fell into one of those weird pods again?
Perhaps. Perhaps he isn't going to let go of this. It's the only familiar thing he has seen in a long time. The only vivid familiar hallucination in a long while. His hand grabs at the fabric of the dress's bodice. His nails dig into fabric. ] Costuming? What? Stop looking like that.
You're dead. That's why you cannot be real.
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[ He supposes that answers one question hanging in his mind. Till remembered it vividly enough to hold it against him. Ivan had wondered what his reaction to the whole thing was. Although he was here, it was hard to tell what Till truly felt about the whole ordeal. Given the situation they were in, Ivan didn't want to ask those questions. It was a situation far away from the one they found themselves in at the moment.
Besides, he had started to realize that other 'humans' were not 'pets' in the same capacity they were. While Ivan wasn't the type to talk about himself, even innocuous mentions were alerting him that his understanding was not the same as what people here held.
As Till held onto him, Ivan's brows furrowed together, looking down at the way his nails drug at the fabric. ]
Are you planning to undress me, too? You must have learned some bad habits here.
[ Ivan's head turned, his arms dropping to the sides. Ever since he grew bigger and stronger than Till, he had given up fighting him, but the other pet never threatened to remove his clothes before. What an interesting first for their relationship. The dumb smile he gives Till spoke volumes about his contentment with this. The artist didn't come not immediately swinging. Ivan will take what wins he can get. ]
If I could stop looking like this, I would have changed it when we were kids. Unfortunately for the both of us, this continues to just be my face.
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[ Seriously? Assume? That's what he is going to say? There is no doubt about it. This man died during the last round. That much blood loss could only spell death. Not including the fact that Till was declared the winner. He saw it reflected in that bloodied pool. He was to move on to the next round, and preparations were made. Before he could continue onward, he was whisked away. He is here now. Yet he is forever caught in that moment. Finding himself searching in that darkness, always thinking of that red sky.
He thought he would never get answers, yet here is an illusion that can give him something—anything. He could work with anything. He could fool himself and soothe his own nerves. ] The—what—take them off you moron! [ That's the main concern here? High heels? Why is he even wearing this getup? He still cannot wrap his head around the idea of Ivan's apparition coming to him like this. Is it mocking him? Is it trying to piss him off. It's very Ivan.
His grip tightens on the fabric, and with one swift movement, he pulls on it!
He intends to tear it away, to rip the garment off of this Ivan, because he knows deep down that he will find his proof somehow. There must be evidence that this is not the real deal. He doesn't want it to be him, and yet he does. He cannot face his guilt. He doesn't want to be alone. He doesn't want to be forever haunted by his image. He wants to recall all the details of his expression. Frustrating, calming, antagonizing, comforting. Yet his heart is racing. His nerves are frayed. ]
Uh.
[ The question causes him to pause.
His hands are holding torn white fabric. It's already partially done. Did he say too? Who else has been undressing this guy? Slowly, he presses the bits of the torn dress against Ivan as if he could magically cause them to mend together and reform the dress. ] I haven't learned anything! None of that fucking gross stuff!
[ Don't go accusing him of things!
And that's not what he meant! Of course, Ivan's face cannot be changed. That face. It's not wearing the expression he had hoped to scribe to paper. Maybe he will never see anything like that again. ] Shut up! Wear something else. Clothes. Some other clothes!
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[ Usually, this sort of quantum physics and observable statistics was way out of Till's comprehension. It took him effort to explain normal subjects to the other man, there was no way telling him how the status of his life is essentially Schrödinger cat wasn't going to earn the understanding he wanted.
What he didn't expect was for the attempt to explain the happenstance to be interrupted by what Ivan can only imagine was the sound of the dress ripping, somewhere from the way Till was trying to tear it off him. He was joking earlier, but now he really was starting to sound like he was going to lose it to Tills angry denial.
Luckily, the question made Till pause, Ivan reaching down to try and save the dress from Till clutches, grabbing his wrists and holding them while trying to push the smaller man away from his desperate attempts to . . .what? Undress him for some reason? Why WAS Till trying so desperately to get him out of this dress. He claims he didn't learn any bad habits, but he distinctly remembers a Till whom was not this interested in his clothes.
Or him whatsoever. Honestly. ]
They gave me the dress for the part of the bride being offered up to the dragon. We're professionals. You should understand how costuming is by now.
Also, I didn't come into this wearing clothes.
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Both can't be true!
[ Don't add anymore to that!
There is no more. There is no at the same time!
The person he knows, Ivan, is dead. Yet. Here before him is Ivan. The whole thing causes him to roughly rub his face as if that can alleviate building pressure. He can only turn his anger and frustration toward the one person who has not left him once. He may have been dead and gone, but he was always there. When Till closes his eyes, there is Ivan. When things grow too quiet, when he is alone. When on the verge of sleep, he hears his voice. Why must he always see him drenched in red, only for him to show up like this? His gaze darts away, he takes in their surroundings as if looking for an explanation from anything but the person in front of him.
Yet when his attention returns to Ivan, he is still here. He has not vanished into nothing.
Forget it! He has to know. Who cares about what weird, wild ideas are assumed! Returning to his destruction of the garment, he is stopped by Ivan holding his wrists. He struggles against him, he tries to continue tearing at the fabric, but the difference in strength makes it impossible for him to continue. Yet he still fights. He needs to know. ]
Shut up! I don't fucking care about what they want!
[ Otherwise, he wouldn't be halfway out of his own costume. Don't try to lecture him now! This is ridiculous! Why was any of this happening? Wait. What did He say? ]
And don't tell me you were—
[ Walking around naked until they slapped the dress on him. ]
How is this even possible? There was so much blood. Too much. No one lives after that.
Does it hurt?
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[ He couldn't help the tease, grinning like an idiot as he took in Till and how much it was melting his brain to decipher why he was standing before him. If Till thought Ivan could provide him with an answer that made sense, he couldn't. He could hardly find an answer for himself that made sense.
The only thing he could tell from the way Till was acting was that he hadn't gone up against Luka yet, and if he did, then he somehow miraculously won. ]
The wounds I had? I didn't even think about them until you reminded me. I didn't really think about them when I was getting shot either.
[ He did notice he didn't feel cold or feel the pouring blood anymore. No one else freaked out during costuming and all of the other activities he's gone through to progress to this moment, so he assumed either it wasn't anything to worry about, or everyone was far more acustomed to wounds than he thought. ]
Is that why you're trying to strip me? It was the left side if you really need to see for yourself.
[ With that he, somewhat reluctantly, let go of Till. If he needed to strip him for his own peace of mind, Ivan can handle it. ]
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[ Falling silent and within that pause, he lifts his gaze to meet Ivan's eyes. Till scans for something, as if Ivan's words sparked a memory. His search ends with nothing. The expression he can't replicate in drawings has long vanished, nor any does he find ,a clue about Ivan's thoughts but the little knowledge he has gleaned in his time within the resort is something that leaves him thinking. It makes him absolutely unhappy, as evidenced by the corners of his lips turning ever downward and the groan escaping his lips. Annoying!
That better serves to convince him.
Ivan, a specter who would haunt him. Dead or alive. More alive now. It's disconcerting, and yet he hasn't pulled his hands back again, still holding on to the fabric. The easily torn fabric. ]
You don't even know what that is!
[ Mr. Outstanding Student acting out on that stage! And who hasn't considered assessing his physical state. Instead, his mind is on that other thing! It gives him pause to wonder what was going on in Ivan's head. Is doing what these people tell him more important? Is touching lips—kissing— more important? ]
You know what you just said is crazy, right? Who wouldn't check? I'll check!
[ Now which left is that? Give him a moment here. Wait. It doesn't matter! There is barely any (made out of the weakest fabric in the universe) wedding dress left. If someone like Till could so easily shred it, and by now it's virtually just falling off of Ivan. Just a few more bits of fabric. And— ]
Why aren't you wearing anything underneath!!! [ Which is to say: Why are you like this? ]
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[ He tried not to frown as he stood there before Till. It wasn't the first time they've had to be undressed in each other's company. The only difference in situation was that Till was undressing him for him weird personal satisfaction and not for some medical procedure. Now he stood before him, exposed and without a way to get anything that wasn't a poor excuse for covering.
Stepping out of the shoes, Ivan decides to forgo the whole thing, standing before Till with an ambivalent look on his face. He wouldn't bring up the kiss or anything. In fact, he wouldn't say anything else after the answer he gave, looking away from Till to look at the area here they were. There was reason to be grateful that no one else was around. Then again, wasn't this what this place wanted them to do?
In the middle of his consuming thoughts, he looked down at Till, waiting for him to be satisfied. ]
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He had received a complete set of clothes upon arrival. Not an outfit he was accustomed to, or anything he would typically wear, but it covered him well. Undergarments were included! Yet, if he had found himself in Ivan's position (which thankfully was not the case), he would have made sure to acquire the necessary clothes that would not leave him naked if he were to lose layers of clothing just like Ivan stands now (ignoring that he is at fault for destroying the dress).
Silence follows Ivan's words. Till, too focused on inspecting his former classmate for any injuries, lingering wounds, or any effect that death could have left, does not utter a phrase. Yet to figure out which left side Ivan meant, he opts to search him all over. Mostly all over. He won't lay a hand on him, that's the single point he would not cross now that the dress is gone. He already confirmed that Ivan is no mere apparition. He is solid. He is truly here. Yet he cannot find a single mark upon his skin. It's almost as if they were never sent to compete on stage, as if that did not happen. But it did. He knows it did. Even if sometimes it feels like a blur. It's the longest moment of his life. Too surreal the sensation of suffocating in loss.
It's impossible to be entirely satisfied when something unthinkable is happening before his eyes. He would have to accept this. Warily, he would. Almost expecting that at any moment, Ivan would vanish.
With nothing more to do, he realizes that despite not thinking much about Ivan's lack of clothing, he has some sense of what the resort is like. It would not do to leave Ivan as he is to fend for himself. He ends up finally getting out of his costume (and unlike Ivan, he is wearing something underneath: A shirt and shorts). The costume is promptly shoved against Ivan's chest. ] Here. Put this thing on.
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He couldn't tell what was going through Till's mind. Ivan knew he was looking for the bullets or some proof that the horror on stage happened, but what he didn't know was what Till would do if he found it? What truly could be done if he came face to face with the holes that only so long ago Ivan could feel pouring blood while his hands were wrapped around Till? Till stepped back, and Ivan couldn't tell if he was satisfied with what he found or not, but Ivan put his arms down all the same.
Ivan's brows furrowed when he was met with the dragon costume that Till was previously trying to get out of. Holding the costume where it was shoved, Ivan blinked down at it, tilting his head and then looking at Till as he threw it aside.]
I will just go back to costuming and see if they have anything else for me to put on. If it fit you, then it's going to be way too small for me.
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Ivan thought it pointless. He saw it useless to fight. He would be collared and leashed, bindings only growing tighter after every fight. Maybe he shouldn't fight it. He should perhaps accept this. Maybe he can welcome this. It can erase the ugliness, and he can embrace what's in front of him. He can find something. Something close to healing.
His offer is there in the form of the costume. They don't have to be alone.
So, of course, Ivan has to reject it.
Because Till is a loser, a friendless moron. His grip on the garment tightens, nails dig into the fabric before he throws it to the ground at their feet. At the space between them. The costume separates them in a way that a lack of understanding keeps them apart. A hurdle that communication could easily smooth, just as it would be easy to step over a costume. ]
You're going back?
[ He can't help but gape at the idiot like an idiot. ]
Why would you go back?
[ That's putting himself at the mercy of these crazy people. Who knows what they would dress Ivan in next? He doesn't understand it, but instinctively, it feels like it's something for entertainment. Disgusting entertainment. ]