KISS GAME OVERFLOW, DAY 282

[innerdaemons]

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[sancrimony]

[ how strange—to receive such a gentle kiss from him, to taste his rot and alcohol so thoroughly without some form of pain appended . . . surely it's trickery, or perhaps he's managed to somehow demonstrate that he won't be ruled by fear and this is the result; his thoughts grow slow, sluggish, for the kiss has him lightheaded, the indulgence dizzying,

—when was the last time he took a breath? the thought has him realizing belatedly this dizziness might not come from absinthe at all, but his own forgetfulness; in the end he's the first to pull away, reluctant as he is to be the first to give in, for the sake of catching his breath, though he remains close even still, arms still wrapped around absinthe's neck ]

[innerdaemons]

[ he's laughing quiet and husky as Lucifel pulls away and he stays close himself, licking his own saliva-slick lips with a swipe of his tongue. ]

I almost feel... That I should ask again - if you missed me.

[sancrimony]

. . . It would be good if you didn't think so deeply on it—I would hate for you to be disappointed, Absinthe-san.

[ finally letting go of him, but like, casual like, making clear motions to pick up another vial ]

[innerdaemons]

I doubt that's truly a concern of yours.

[ well that's convenient as he's also aiming to pick up another. ]

[sancrimony]

Well, I will admit I won't lose sleep over it.

[ randomizer says orange so rip in pieces ]

[innerdaemons]

[ RANDOMIZER SAYS GREEN

so he'll be moving his hand back up to Lucifel's hair I suppose, with a laugh. ]

You won't pay -- a bit more mind to my thoughts?

1/2

[sancrimony]

[ he doesn't move away ]

I think about you far too much to dwell o—

[sancrimony]

[






jk backing the fuck up ]

[innerdaemons]

[ --

he can't speak, with Lucifel pulling way, so he tries to grab onto his sleeve to stop that. ]

What was that?

[sancrimony]

[ nnnnnno

pressing his lips tightly closed, shaking his head ]

[innerdaemons]

Come now. I'm very curious.

[sancrimony]

I think you're misunderstanding—?

[innerdaemons]

Then you do not mind repeating yourself?

[sancrimony]

[ . . .

takes a breath

slowly, carefully, with each syllable punctuated ]

I have spent far too much time dwelling on what you did in that game; I have—

[ , ]

—other things to do, than to contemplate your thoughts.

[innerdaemons]

Ah -- I didn't realize it still occupied your thoughts.

[ "still", as if it was some distant memory. ]

What is there to dwell on, hmm? Anything you would like to address?

[sancrimony]

I'd like to keep this game pleasant, if you don't mind.

[ . . . trying to kiss him now, depending on if absinthe is standing straight he will hold him by the collar and tiptoe to do so ]

[innerdaemons]

[ he won't lean down for that because he wants to make Lucifel's life difficult

at least. for a few seconds, before he laughs and does lean down some, returning the kiss ]

[sancrimony]

[ you fucking suck

this time it's chaste; as soon as he's sure it counts as a kiss he stops tiptoeing, pulling away ]

[innerdaemons]

[ ;o

he doesn't keep him in that, letting go of him ]

Another? Or are you satisfied?

[sancrimony]

[ ssssssssssmmmmiles, ]

There are still more vials to use, right?

[innerdaemons]

There are!

[ he'll be picking another one, then. ]

And if you are so eager I would hate to deprive you.

[sancrimony]

[ picking up a red one, knocking it back ]

How very kind of you, Absinthe-san.

[innerdaemons]

[ also picking red! ]

Oh, I could hardly hope to be as kind as you!

[sancrimony]

Where you lack in compassion you more than make up for in your appeal—

[ . . .

. . .

no

reaching up to kiss him ]

[innerdaemons]

[ he wishes he could have heard the end of that

he laughs into the kiss before returning it - - it's firm but he doesn't linger, pulling back after he's stayed enough to count and reaching for another vial. ]