innerdaemons | continuations (nsfw)

From:

[Cosmo is a polite man who never ambushes anyone.

At least in this case he does wait until they get there. Lucifel can just have an itchy back all the way.]

Ah, a much quieter place to speak.

From:

sancrimony

[ You enter the Presidential Suite. It sprawls over the floor and upwards, framed with windows that stretch into a dome so on all sides you’re surrounded by dizzying lights. The bright neon of Pythia’s city doesn’t dim the stars above at all, and they never stay still. Atop the hotel, you might get a rush of power, looking down at all those who couldn’t afford to stay here, but the stars alive above are a constant reminder—stand up as tall as you like, there’s still more looking down on you. Strong resin columns filled with bioluminescent creatures hold up the great glass dome—jellyfish, and humanoid bodies that end in scaled tails drift in their narrow confines and form an eerie symmetry with your situation, both of you under glass for the pleasure of others’ observation. Blank neon eyes stare at you, their mouths laughing with malice or shaping malicious words or gape, empty of anything to say at all.

Two hemispheres of couches form twin moons in a conversation pit in the front room of the suite, and the end-tables are laden with party favors from the bottles on top and plastic bags full of powders and herbs, and lighters and other accessories inside. A menu nearby lists prices, charged by either the bottle or gram, depending. Beyond that, the backroom holds the suite’s bedroom, the bed large enough to accommodate a party.

i posted this so i would remember what it looks like ]

[ immediately turning around once he passes the threshold, walking backwards now to keep his eyes on them both ]

Then. Let us converse, for what it may be worth.

From:

innerdaemons

[ Absinthe politely closes the door behind them. ]

I would like to pick back up from where we left off - - when you so rudely ran away, and not only that, after attacking me.

From:

temperedinpride

Both of you, please sit, we look so... Hostile standing off like this.

From:

sancrimony

And just why did I run away, save for due to a certain someone stalking me?

[ but he's backing up to the bed, gesturing to it while leaning on the edge of one side. are there even chairs in this room ]

From:

innerdaemons

[ there's couches!! He's taking a seat on one, with a sigh. ]

These accusations once more - - stalking, when you simply turned your back on me in the middle of our discussion.

From:

temperedinpride

[He will not sit himself, just kind of, here, blocking off the main exit.]

Really, What should we do about all this?

From:

sancrimony

You abused my unitmate's body in exchange for promise of my safety—naturally I would have no desire to continue conversation with you. You need not chase, yet you did, and more than that, you confessed that your promise to my unitmate was nothing but a falsehood—I only acted in self-defense.

[ biting in every word, but he pauses, easing his tone for lahabrea at least ]

If you need an eye for an eye, you have already received it in the cruelties he has performed. I, for one, intend to stay far away from this man—I seek no harm for him, but neither do I intend to hold anything but contempt for him, for his words and for his deeds.

From:

innerdaemons

[ he turns to Lahabrea now - - clearly expecting him to take his side in this. ]

You see? He's clearly not aware of his own status in comparison to ours. Believing he can make such demands as if he is owed any of them. As if he has earned my mercy in any sense.

From:

temperedinpride

[He raises an eyebrow because some of this is news to him but also why should he care about anyone but Absinthe?]

Well, I suppose I should ask, what can I do for you then? Lucifel. To help this situation.

From:

sancrimony

[ sighs! ]

What is the end goal you wish to reach?

From:

innerdaemons

That is not really an answer, is it now?

From:

temperedinpride

I wish to know what you want, and how I may help bring it about.

From:

sancrimony

[ smh!!!!!!!! ]

. . . I only wish to leave alone and be left alone. This Godforsaken land is already cursed enough, and I don't desire any unnecessary conflict.

From:

innerdaemons

[ and to Lahabrea again, like he's a relationship counselor and Absinthe is refusing to speak to the person he's in a relationship with; ]

I feel as if he is creating unnecessary conflict.

From:

temperedinpride

[He smiles, friendly, stepping forward to pat Absinthe on the head and lean over Lucifel.]

If that is all you wish than I think we can arrange it, don't you Absinthe? Helping you achieve your wish is actually the easiest thing.

From:

sancrimony

[ he does not want to be this close—yet his eyes light up with hope, distrust melting with lahabrea's words, and he picks his head up ]

—Please. If we could both amicably depart, I'd be happy.

From:

innerdaemons

[ he stares at Lahabrea a moment.

simple cat brain: I AM BEING BETRAYED!!!! ]

Did you have a solution in mind?

From:

temperedinpride

[He puts a fond hand on Lucifel's head, pat pat he doesn't know it's an off button he's really just doing this.]

Yes. Can neither of you think of the solution, truly?

[He sounds amused.]

From:

sancrimony

[ did u kno as per the script he is just significantly more naive and receptive to positive and peaceful words, because he doesn't move away from that and seems to be anticipating but— ]

From:

sancrimony

[ —somehow

he can't

keep his head up— ]

From:

sancrimony

[ tttttipping over, head lolling forward as he nods off

zzzz ]

From:

innerdaemons

[

???

he gets up, walking over. ]

Was that intentional on your part?

From:

temperedinpride

[????????

Looking down at Lucifel and then his own hand totally puzzled.]

No. Not in the least...?

[He kneels to lift Lucifel's face, cupping it in his hands to check if he's really sleeping?]

From:

sancrimony

[ his breathing is even; muscles in his face completely relaxed, he sways like he might tip over any minute now, though—

after a few moments, it seems as though he's beginning to stir, a soft noise escaping him as his brows begin to knit ]

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