[ drinking a purple vial first, before coming closer
above his head pops out a word:
bitter
and then more words appear, not unlike a cloud over his head:
bitter bitter bitter wary bitter bitter wanting bitter upset bitter angry bitter hate angry bitter upset bitter love angry bitter bitter bitter bitter bitter ANGRY bitter ANGRY ANGRY bitter UPSET bitter bitter Amused bitter hate bitter love bitter hate bitter love bitter hate bitter love bitter hate bitter love ]
[ -- his eyebrows raise and without bringing his hand away from his mouth he gestures to the words above Lucifel's head. hey buddy. what's up with that. ]
Perhaps it is surprise that you have any love left for me. Or is this the "love" you've discussed with me before? A sort of generalized, meaningless thing, where no matter how much I hurt you you will still love me?
I'm quite touched if that is the case! As monstrous and terrible as I am there are not many that would choose to love me. Or is it because of my monstrosity you feel that I must be loved? Is is a foolish sense of pity, perhaps, that cause you to feel that way?
What a noble sentiment. Even after what you have recalled has your opinion on that remained unchanged? Do you believe I am a man capable of - - worthy of being saved?
[ it's not like he's being forced to tell the truth. But at the same time - - he usually does put more thoughts behind his words than when he barely has a chance to pause like this, and he's not entirely certain what that lack of brain to mouth filter would do right now.
So he covers his mouth again, with a sigh of annoyance muffled into his hand. ]
[ either using his other hand—provided absinthe has released it—to keep him down, or otherwise he's flipping the hand absinthe's kissing as he leans down to hold him by the jaw. not tightly, just long enough for him to swallow the contents of the blue vial and then tip his head up to kiss absinthe on the forehead ]
[ he did keep a hold on his hand as he kissed him so he's quite easily pulled into that -- a bit disappointed he doesn't get to hear Lucifel ramble but oh well! it's not unexpected Lucifel would try to avoid that.
he does chuckle at the kiss and pulls back after a moment. ]
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Date: 2020-09-13 05:06 am (UTC)[ drinking a purple vial first, before coming closer
above his head pops out a word:
bitter
and then more words appear, not unlike a cloud over his head:
bitter bitter bitter wary bitter bitter wanting bitter upset bitter angry bitter hate angry bitter upset bitter love angry bitter bitter bitter bitter bitter ANGRY bitter ANGRY ANGRY bitter UPSET bitter bitter Amused bitter hate bitter love bitter hate bitter love bitter hate bitter love bitter hate bitter love ]
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Date: 2020-09-13 05:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-09-13 05:16 am (UTC)]
My, did you have a question? I'm afraid I don't understand, though.
[ is there "amused" somewhere in that cloud?
maybe ]
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Date: 2020-09-13 05:19 am (UTC)Perhaps it is surprise that you have any love left for me. Or is this the "love" you've discussed with me before? A sort of generalized, meaningless thing, where no matter how much I hurt you you will still love me?
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Date: 2020-09-13 05:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-09-13 05:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-09-13 05:31 am (UTC)[ is all he gives, letting him take that to talk more ]
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Date: 2020-09-13 05:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-09-13 05:43 am (UTC)Have you not changed at all, since then?
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Date: 2020-09-13 06:11 am (UTC)So he covers his mouth again, with a sigh of annoyance muffled into his hand. ]
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Date: 2020-09-13 06:19 am (UTC)I see.
I'm happy to hear that, Absinthe-san.
[ or not hear that, as it were—there's "satisfied" appearing in his cloud, and he's reaching up to try kissing absinthe through his hand ]
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Date: 2020-09-13 11:23 pm (UTC)the last one for him fittingly being the yellow one ]
Shall we finish this, then?
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Date: 2020-09-13 11:27 pm (UTC)[ there's a pause— ]
And . . .
Though what happened in that place was difficult, you should know, Absinthe-san—I don't hold it against you.
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Date: 2020-09-13 11:28 pm (UTC)[ he says lying with his liar vial! ]
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Date: 2020-09-13 11:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-09-13 11:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-09-13 11:39 pm (UTC)[ gesturing for him to come closer, blue vial uncorked and in hand but not drunk yet ]
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Date: 2020-09-13 11:40 pm (UTC)[ he wants to hear Lucifel rambling honestly, stepping closer though ]
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Date: 2020-09-13 11:41 pm (UTC)[ drinking!
he doesn't swallow it yet, but he does bring his hand up to cover his mouth anyway as though he already has ]
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Date: 2020-09-13 11:45 pm (UTC)Why not make our last kiss something meaningful?
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Date: 2020-09-13 11:46 pm (UTC)letting him pry that hand away but he only uses his other hand to cover his mouth ]
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Date: 2020-09-13 11:49 pm (UTC)fine. fine, he'll be leaning down to kiss the back of his hand. ]
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Date: 2020-09-13 11:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-09-13 11:54 pm (UTC)he does chuckle at the kiss and pulls back after a moment. ]
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Date: 2020-09-13 11:59 pm (UTC)I must ask, though—just what was your "role" in that game?
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