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[...wince. But he'll nod and meet her eyes, the gold of his shifting and flowing like something molten. He can sit here for ages. A month if you really push him.
But he's watching to make sure that he doesn't see any signs that he's hurting her.]
[ so far, so good. the gold in his eyes is like a molten river, too hypnotizing to simply look away.
but she has to, because true to his word, she is starting to get a bit of a headache. in lobotomy corporation terms, this would classify as being dealt with white damage if one were to stick with an abnormality for too long. so she averts her gaze after a couple more seconds, wincing as if she'd stared at the sun for a while. ]
That's... not a lie he feels the need to even attempt. Mostly because it wouldn't even remotely work. He hadn't even tried that one with Arthur back at the beginning. ]
I... figured the tentacles would have been a giveaway but, yes.
[ He is Hastur and he is Carcosa and parts of him best remember Lake Hali and there is the blackened stars and the Hyades-
But here, now, he will shift his shoulders to allow one or two of his tentacles to lift off of his skin, the only tattoos becoming real, physical things as he does of deep void and darker stars, and he will, with these strange eldritch appendages... wave at her.
[ oh! that's... interesting! very interesting. nothing like a certain octo-man ishmael has a complicated relationship with. this one doesn't evoke any weird aquatic trauma within her this time, and she can't help but reach her hand out to it. ]
[ a part of him, huh. she touches a tentacle then, letting her fingers trace along the soft, warm surface. her expression turns thoughtful as she takes in all this information, then calmly asks: ]
If they're a part of you... does that mean they're just as sensitive?
[ oh, that's flattering. her hands are pretty calloused and worn compared to most people, so the fact that he likes the texture is very good to hear.
but she's not going to keep using her hands for this one. a knowing smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she wraps her hand around the tentacle, giving it a good rub. ]
I see. In that case...
[ she's going to lean forward and stick out her tongue, giving it a little taste. she's curious like that. ]
[The concept of shame in this sense is entirely alien to him. Yes, he'd spent a lot of time within an Englishman, but that didn't make him less of an eldritch entity of hedonism and overindulgence. That means that when she licks the tentacle, he doesn't hesitate or hide the effect it has.
Doesn't stop himself from closing his eyes and rumbling low in his register in enjoyment.
Nor does he pull his tentacle away from her. Instead, he'll gently glide the tip along her bottom lip, teasing, and his voice is low, some of that growl still in the words when he speaks.]
Mmm. Also good.
[ And as for how it tastes? It doesn't quite have a taste, or at least not one that could be defined easily. It's not really 'good' so much as- more like scratching an itch. Caving to a craving. Having a chip out of an open bag.
It's satisfying, but in the way that leaves you wanting more.]
[ hmm, fascinating. this one doesn't have a defined taste at all, and the fact that john doesn't seem at all perturbed at ishmael acting out her intrusive thoughts is piquing her interest more than ever. he even said that it's "good", so does that mean he wants more of it?
because ishmael certainly does. the growl in his voice is music to her ears, and all of a sudden she wishes to hear more of it until she gets a sigh out of him. ]
Just "good"?
[ she gives the tentacle a couple more licks then, and even a soft kiss for good measure. people with such appendages tend to like it when she does that. ]
I can tell you like this, you know. No need to hide it.
[ He does like it, and she'll get to enjoy something very much like a purr coming out of him as she continues her little licks, not to mention the kiss. His eyes, half lidded, nod.]
I do. Very much so.
[He offers up another tentacle for her to touch if she likes, and then one more, not to overwhelm but to make it clear that he enjoys what she's doing.]
And... 'good' is one word. 'Exquisite' is another.
[ not to worry, she can handle a few. in fact, the more the merrier. she moves on to another tentacle to lavish it with affection too, with little kitten licks and kisses, while humming happily to herself.
a feeling of deja-vu washes over her just now, but she's going to ignore that one too. all that matters is to get a sudden reaction out of him, nothing more. ]
Exquisite, huh.
[ her eyes rove over to john for a moment before she closes them, a playful smile curling on her lips. ]
All right. I'll give you exquisite.
[ she then gives the third tentacle the usual kisses and licks, before carefully taking it into her mouth to suck. just a little bit -- wouldn't want to swallow it entirely just yet. ]
[ All of the others curl in reaction to that and John gives a low, Breathy sound as his voice goes syrupy and dark. ]
You are. Your lips, soft, and your teeth, carefully hidden... the eagerness of how you touch them, touch me-
It's difficult not to allow more of them to come to the surface, slide them all over you, under your clothes, against the skin. [ a low, breathy sound as he imagines, vividly- ] Perhaps even inside of you elsewhere?
[ it's too much. he has yet to do more with his tentacles, but his words paint a picture in her head that leaves her a little delirious. this is the part where she'd moan if she weren't paying attention to the game at hand.
but at this point, she is starting to care less about that. she hums, letting the vibrations travel down the tentacle as she shifts in place. the collar of her yukata falls off her shoulder a bit, revealing her elaborate suit covering her shoulder. ]
I... I don't mind if you don't. [ she pulls her mouth off the tentacle with a soft pop, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. ] But we're going to lose the game if we go through it, you know.
[ He enjoys the vibration, the tip of the tentacle flickering inside her mouth in response, and his eyebrows lift at her comment.
One of the others runs feather-light along the side of her neck, another along the skin just above the neckline of her fallen yukata. The one that had been in her mouth rests gently on her lower lip once she's done speaking. ]
We could always make it part of the game. See how long before one of us can't help ourselves.
[ she sighs through her nose, her yukata falling further down and revealing the curve of her breast. the privacy provided by the onsen does make it easier for her to show a little more skin, but the flush of her cheeks that has traveled down her neck and collarbone proves that she's still a little bashful when it comes to these things.
as they say, better fake it till you make it. and ishmael is doing just that. ]
That's the thing, though.
[ she places yet another kiss on the tentacle, giving it a good suck as she makes eye contact with him. ]
I already couldn't help myself. So that means I've already lost, right?
[ The tip slips down, running along the shape of her breast in a slow spiral that ends at the nipple, flicking so delicately against it. He meets her eyes as she sucks on his tentacle, eyes half-lidded and clearly enjoying it, but he tilts his head to one side as another starts gently tugging at the neckline of her yukata on the other side. It's very clear that she can push them away or move them any time she likes. ]
Do you feel as if you've lost? Why can't we both win?
[ it's true, she can. she can also put a stop to this at anytime, but she doesn't. she's a little too far gone now, and she's eager to see where this will all lead with him now that her flushed, freckled chest is exposed to the winds. ]
Because... Because that's not how it works.
[ she almost fails to stifle a groan at the tentacle teasing her nipple. stubborn as always, but she's only human after all. she has her limits and she's right almost there. ]
Are you really just going to sit there and do nothing...?
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[ is he trying to flatter himself? he's not bad to look at, definitely, but... come on.
then again, ishmael doesn't have any mental defenses currently so she is susceptible to certain mental attacks. regardless: ]
Well, whatever. Three, two, one--
[ and then she begins... staring. with an equally flat look. jiiiiii. ]
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But he's watching to make sure that he doesn't see any signs that he's hurting her.]
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but she has to, because true to his word, she is starting to get a bit of a headache. in lobotomy corporation terms, this would classify as being dealt with white damage if one were to stick with an abnormality for too long. so she averts her gaze after a couple more seconds, wincing as if she'd stared at the sun for a while. ]
Fine, fine. I give.
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My eyes are... a little strange. I'm sure we can find another way to play the game, though. If you'd like.
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Why do they... make my heard hurt? Which is probably not what you'd want to hear about your eyes, but...
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No, no, it's-
[ A small huff, frustration, though not at her. ]
It's not unexpected. What I am... I've taken a form here that suits who I want to be but, the being I once was...
The eyes are the windows to the soul. And mine is... very complicated. Fractured, even.
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okay. there's a lot to unpack here, actually. so let's break it down. ]
I don't think you've explained "what" exactly you are. Am I dealing with someone who isn't human here, then?
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That's... not a lie he feels the need to even attempt. Mostly because it wouldn't even remotely work. He hadn't even tried that one with Arthur back at the beginning. ]
I... figured the tentacles would have been a giveaway but, yes.
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[ she is... acquainted with a tentacle-haver here, on top of dealing with many cephalopods back home among other things. she would know. ]
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[ He is Hastur and he is Carcosa and parts of him best remember Lake Hali and there is the blackened stars and the Hyades-
But here, now, he will shift his shoulders to allow one or two of his tentacles to lift off of his skin, the only tattoos becoming real, physical things as he does of deep void and darker stars, and he will, with these strange eldritch appendages... wave at her.
Hi. ]
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Can I... Is it safe to touch?
[ just making sure. ]
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Yes. Of course. They're just... appendages. A part of me.
[ They are warm, and the sensation is akin to rose petals more than anything else: soft, not slick. And not slimy or wet. ]
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If they're a part of you... does that mean they're just as sensitive?
[ asking for a friend, obviously. ]
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They can be, certainly. [A small, warm smile.] For instance, that feels very nice. Your touch... it's good.
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but she's not going to keep using her hands for this one. a knowing smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she wraps her hand around the tentacle, giving it a good rub. ]
I see. In that case...
[ she's going to lean forward and stick out her tongue, giving it a little taste. she's curious like that. ]
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Doesn't stop himself from closing his eyes and rumbling low in his register in enjoyment.
Nor does he pull his tentacle away from her. Instead, he'll gently glide the tip along her bottom lip, teasing, and his voice is low, some of that growl still in the words when he speaks.]
Mmm. Also good.
[ And as for how it tastes? It doesn't quite have a taste, or at least not one that could be defined easily. It's not really 'good' so much as- more like scratching an itch. Caving to a craving. Having a chip out of an open bag.
It's satisfying, but in the way that leaves you wanting more.]
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because ishmael certainly does. the growl in his voice is music to her ears, and all of a sudden she wishes to hear more of it until she gets a sigh out of him. ]
Just "good"?
[ she gives the tentacle a couple more licks then, and even a soft kiss for good measure. people with such appendages tend to like it when she does that. ]
I can tell you like this, you know. No need to hide it.
[ time to poke the hornet's nest, as always. ]
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I do. Very much so.
[He offers up another tentacle for her to touch if she likes, and then one more, not to overwhelm but to make it clear that he enjoys what she's doing.]
And... 'good' is one word. 'Exquisite' is another.
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a feeling of deja-vu washes over her just now, but she's going to ignore that one too. all that matters is to get a sudden reaction out of him, nothing more. ]
Exquisite, huh.
[ her eyes rove over to john for a moment before she closes them, a playful smile curling on her lips. ]
All right. I'll give you exquisite.
[ she then gives the third tentacle the usual kisses and licks, before carefully taking it into her mouth to suck. just a little bit -- wouldn't want to swallow it entirely just yet. ]
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You are. Your lips, soft, and your teeth, carefully hidden... the eagerness of how you touch them, touch me-
It's difficult not to allow more of them to come to the surface, slide them all over you, under your clothes, against the skin. [ a low, breathy sound as he imagines, vividly- ] Perhaps even inside of you elsewhere?
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but at this point, she is starting to care less about that. she hums, letting the vibrations travel down the tentacle as she shifts in place. the collar of her yukata falls off her shoulder a bit, revealing her elaborate suit covering her shoulder. ]
I... I don't mind if you don't. [ she pulls her mouth off the tentacle with a soft pop, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. ] But we're going to lose the game if we go through it, you know.
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One of the others runs feather-light along the side of her neck, another along the skin just above the neckline of her fallen yukata. The one that had been in her mouth rests gently on her lower lip once she's done speaking. ]
We could always make it part of the game. See how long before one of us can't help ourselves.
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as they say, better fake it till you make it. and ishmael is doing just that. ]
That's the thing, though.
[ she places yet another kiss on the tentacle, giving it a good suck as she makes eye contact with him. ]
I already couldn't help myself. So that means I've already lost, right?
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Do you feel as if you've lost? Why can't we both win?
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Because... Because that's not how it works.
[ she almost fails to stifle a groan at the tentacle teasing her nipple. stubborn as always, but she's only human after all. she has her limits and she's right almost there. ]
Are you really just going to sit there and do nothing...?
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