About time you grew up, then, isn't it.
[Adjusting his mask with a hand, he finally drops his hand away from it, facing his palm upwards as he gestures to the other.]
I'm showing you my face because I know you well enough, now, to have realised you wouldn't have let me alone about it until I showed you.
So now you'll stop bothering me about it.
Maybe I had a few ulterior motives about chasing off your supposed infatuation with me, but I could tell by the look in your eyes that it did shit all.
[So, about dropping the subject.]
[Adjusting his mask with a hand, he finally drops his hand away from it, facing his palm upwards as he gestures to the other.]
I'm showing you my face because I know you well enough, now, to have realised you wouldn't have let me alone about it until I showed you.
So now you'll stop bothering me about it.
Maybe I had a few ulterior motives about chasing off your supposed infatuation with me, but I could tell by the look in your eyes that it did shit all.
[So, about dropping the subject.]
[That gets a moody shrug out of him... but his brow twitches a bit when Reaper brings up his crush. He almost considers claiming it was a joke, but he's not that good a liar. God, why can't ignoring boundaries be a one-way street?]
I'm not infatuated. [He huffs quietly, shoving his hands in his pockets and staring at the floor.] I just want to sleep with you. That's it. I'm attracted to power and I like being near it - someone like you who could rip me to shreds just turns me on.
[Even that's a lie, it's a huge lie and they both know it. Okay, so everything he said is true, strictly speaking, but it's not even close to covering the stalkerish attachment he's gotten to Reaper. Or the deep-laid issues that led to him going after someone like Reaper in the first place.]
I'm not infatuated. [He huffs quietly, shoving his hands in his pockets and staring at the floor.] I just want to sleep with you. That's it. I'm attracted to power and I like being near it - someone like you who could rip me to shreds just turns me on.
[Even that's a lie, it's a huge lie and they both know it. Okay, so everything he said is true, strictly speaking, but it's not even close to covering the stalkerish attachment he's gotten to Reaper. Or the deep-laid issues that led to him going after someone like Reaper in the first place.]
If that sort of argument helps you sleep better at night.
[You can almost see the sneer on his face just underneath the material of his carbon-fiber mask--an expression he'd used enough on Kingsley--disbelief and honestly, a complete loss on how to even approach the idea that someone's actually interested in him.]
Having a power kink is weird enough, but wanting to sleep with a man who's shown you by now that he's a walking corpse is even weirder.
Either you really are set on this disillusion of yours, or you need to sit the fuck down and have a long, hard talk with yourself.
[You can almost see the sneer on his face just underneath the material of his carbon-fiber mask--an expression he'd used enough on Kingsley--disbelief and honestly, a complete loss on how to even approach the idea that someone's actually interested in him.]
Having a power kink is weird enough, but wanting to sleep with a man who's shown you by now that he's a walking corpse is even weirder.
Either you really are set on this disillusion of yours, or you need to sit the fuck down and have a long, hard talk with yourself.
What disillusion, that I can make you fall in love with me and have a fairytale ending?
[He huffs quietly, reaching to light a cigarette as he shakes his head.]
You're not gonna do it, so why worry about what I'm into? I'm a sick fuck and I'm at peace with that, only problem comes up when the people I go after don't fuckin' drop it when I already got that they're not into me.
[Not that that means he'll stop bothering Reaper. Far from it.]
[He huffs quietly, reaching to light a cigarette as he shakes his head.]
You're not gonna do it, so why worry about what I'm into? I'm a sick fuck and I'm at peace with that, only problem comes up when the people I go after don't fuckin' drop it when I already got that they're not into me.
[Not that that means he'll stop bothering Reaper. Far from it.]
I can almost promise that he's going to speak with you again.
He doesn't learn. It's one of his bigger flaws. [A pause, and he actually considers it.]
Yeah. I might actually take you up on that advice. I'd rather an empty house than the shit I deal with now.Something like that.
[He raises a hand, silver-tipped claws of the odd gauntlets he wears flicker in the light a little. A sick smile spreading on his face that Dodger won't be privy too, but will almost be able to hear behind that skull-like mask of his.]
And maybe I'm not dropping it because I want to see you squirm. You've been difficult ever since we first met, so...
What's the matter? Can't take it when it's turned around on you?
Pathetic.
[He raises a hand, silver-tipped claws of the odd gauntlets he wears flicker in the light a little. A sick smile spreading on his face that Dodger won't be privy too, but will almost be able to hear behind that skull-like mask of his.]
And maybe I'm not dropping it because I want to see you squirm. You've been difficult ever since we first met, so...
What's the matter? Can't take it when it's turned around on you?
Pathetic.
text; un: whiterose (July 5th evening, after the Tsumugi thread)
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2017-07-07 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
Your room must be quite noisy at this time, unless they're all out enjoying the festival. On the contrary, my room is so empty that it's a little lonely.
Are you busy? I'd like to talk to you.
Are you busy? I'd like to talk to you.
[His eyes narrow a bit, and his gaze is drawn to the glint of those claws. He's plenty used to being teased... but he'd started to work under the assumption that Reaper was above the sort of shit his boss usually pulled on him.]
Fuck do you get out of that?
[He's bristled, but he moves closer to Reaper, until he can see the glow of his eyes behind the mask.]
You can't make me squirm any worse than my old boss has. Not without dropping the whole 'hero' thing. And we both know whatever you do is just gonna make me want you more.
Fuck do you get out of that?
[He's bristled, but he moves closer to Reaper, until he can see the glow of his eyes behind the mask.]
You can't make me squirm any worse than my old boss has. Not without dropping the whole 'hero' thing. And we both know whatever you do is just gonna make me want you more.
Then I will know to be ready for him.
[ and as for the housing business, she just sends the address of the house she's taken up residence in, a small little unassuming thing tucked into the shadow of the inner wall. whether that's meant just to indicate its location for coordination or an invitation, doesn't particularly matter to her. ]
[ and as for the housing business, she just sends the address of the house she's taken up residence in, a small little unassuming thing tucked into the shadow of the inner wall. whether that's meant just to indicate its location for coordination or an invitation, doesn't particularly matter to her. ]
Edited 2017-07-07 06:02 (UTC)
[And now it's Reaper's turn to go rigid. That almost amorphous, red shape that's supposed to be his eyes going nearly solid for a second--the pupil a pitch black as it focuses on the other.]
I'm not a Hero.
You're mistaking what I am with what I used to be, brat.
[Because he doesn't have an answer for Dodger's first question of 'what do you get out of that'--because there isn't an answer. He doesn't get anything out of it.]
I'm not a Hero.
You're mistaking what I am with what I used to be, brat.
[Because he doesn't have an answer for Dodger's first question of 'what do you get out of that'--because there isn't an answer. He doesn't get anything out of it.]
Sure. Gabriel Reyes was a hero. [His eyes are sharp, as he pointedly meets Reaper's gaze.] And Reaper just keeps a job protecting civilians, plays chaperone at parties out of kindness and comes to people's rescue when he sees them in danger. That's not heroic at all, is it.
[His next move relies entirely on surprise; he's honestly just seeing how far he can push his luck before Reaper decides he has to hurt him to get him to stop. His hand grasps Reaper's shoulder, and he leans up a bit to press a peck of a kiss against the cheekbone of that mask. His expression as he leans back is almost teasing.]
You're still a hero, boss, you're not fooling anyone.
[His next move relies entirely on surprise; he's honestly just seeing how far he can push his luck before Reaper decides he has to hurt him to get him to stop. His hand grasps Reaper's shoulder, and he leans up a bit to press a peck of a kiss against the cheekbone of that mask. His expression as he leans back is almost teasing.]
You're still a hero, boss, you're not fooling anyone.
[There's a dozen different responses that bounce around in his head to Dodger's sharp quip--verbal replies that he could use to shut the other down with simple brevity and dry wit.
'He's not a hero, he's just playing a part', something along those lines.
However, the moment the other touches his shoulder--(the material of his jacket ice cold, where leather should be slightly warm when it's worn)--all possible verbal replies pour out of his mind in plumes of smoke that escape through his wounds.
His response is razor-sharp, and without remorse or any second thinking:]
'He's not a hero, he's just playing a part', something along those lines.
However, the moment the other touches his shoulder--(the material of his jacket ice cold, where leather should be slightly warm when it's worn)--all possible verbal replies pour out of his mind in plumes of smoke that escape through his wounds.
His response is razor-sharp, and without remorse or any second thinking:]
[An arm flies forward, clawed fingers of those horrid gauntlets he wears curling into a sharp fist that finds the side of Jaime's face. Dodger has likely experienced a good clock to the jaw before, he's sure of that--but receiving one from a man who claims to be Death itself, and someone who is classified as a Super Soldier?
The leg that comes up to follow up the motion--aiming to drive into the others' stomach to put space between them comes without hesitation, as well; though whether or not the other dodges the second hit is all on him. Either way, once the Reaper draws back, a low hiss escaping his teeth, he's sharp with his words:]
Get out of here. Before I decide to drag every bit of life you have out of your body, here and now.
The leg that comes up to follow up the motion--aiming to drive into the others' stomach to put space between them comes without hesitation, as well; though whether or not the other dodges the second hit is all on him. Either way, once the Reaper draws back, a low hiss escaping his teeth, he's sharp with his words:]
Get out of here. Before I decide to drag every bit of life you have out of your body, here and now.
I don't need to eat. Not here.
Might be one of the things I miss, but I get everything I need out of nature.
...
Or the bodies of the monsters I shut down outside the walls of this place.
I'll be down.[If there's one thing Reaper's good for, it's being on time for things. He'll be down on the bottom floor in a manner of minutes, waiting for the other idly while ignoring the stares of any passers-by in the housing block's lower lobby.]
[ nico's there in a matter of seconds, choosing not to respond to the text but in person. when he appears, it's with a milkshake in hand that he's happily sucking on. at his hip, on his chain belt, is his usual sword. ]
We should try and figure out a way for you to eat. Anyway, c'mon. This is probably best to do in the forest. That way, we don't hurt anyone we don't want to.
We should try and figure out a way for you to eat. Anyway, c'mon. This is probably best to do in the forest. That way, we don't hurt anyone we don't want to.
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