[He surfaces, taking a large intake of air. And is impressed for once in his life that she actually managed to dodge those blows. Will wonders never cease.]
[ she is so glad she managed to shut him up. now it’s her turn to look smug. ]
[ retracts all four of the tentacles, the rounded ones disappearing beneath the surface of the water while the bladed ones hover just over her shoulders. ]
[ once he surfaces she laughs, ] Sorry, what was that, Intensity, didn’t quite catch that over the sound of you getting your ass handed to you.
[ she surfaces to grab a breath and then she's going to go under and grab at his wings with her tentacles. guess we're doing this underwater, because she's not letting him get away with that. nope. ]
That is to say - all none of them - as the tentacles wrap around his various limbs and draw him closer to D.Va. He struggles, more of a test of their strength than an attempt to free himself as he is pulled in.
And since he can't counter with his normal smug or irritated quip, he'll have to do with his usual unimpressed (even if he is actually quite impressed) glare.)]
[ and to show him that they aren't fucking around they tighten each time he struggles, reasoning aside. she smirks in response to his glare, looking like the cat snake that got the canary dragon aka the smuggest little shit in dream!land. ]
Something something control. Looks like I came out on top this time, Intensity.
[ she looks like a drowned rat, because she hadn’t actually be expecting that ( her bad! ) so she gets doubly domed to the bone. she stands there stunned, for a few seconds, before her tentacles shoot backward and each coil around a pillow on the bed and then hurl it at intensity. ]
[He brings up his wings in front of him to block the pillowy assault and they bounce off harmlessly (mostly cotton and fluff after all) and land in the pool to float for however long until they get waterlogged and sink to the bottom.
Intensity.
On the other hand.
Leaps out of the water in an attempt to tackle D.Va to said pillow-less (or pillow-fewer) bed.
[ hm. a pillow assault hadn’t been her best and brightest idea, but there hadn’t really been much else around. ah well, maybe a few more and she cou-
grunts, her back hitting the bed as he tackles her into it. she immediately tries to grab his shoulders and flip them, but that’s probably easier said than done now that he’s got those bulky ass wings. ]
[He does have a new shiny set of bulky ass wings. Which flare and flail uselessly as she flips them. But also, he's fully clothed, soaked and struggling. So enjoy that last splash of water (like being hit by a wet dog shaking out its fur) as he is pushed down to the bed, growling.]
[ enjoy. no. never. she is so DONE getting wet, especially when it’s a slap in the face like that. she glares at him, gritting her teeth and growling right back, because like hell shes going to let you intimidate her. ]
Take your own advice, Intensity. Your defeat is the one that’s inevitable! [ the tentacles finally re-emerge and slither from over her shoulders to loom menacingly overhead for a few moments, because it’s game over, intensity. ] Nice try. Pity it wasn’t good enough. [ she chuckles as they dart forward to try to pin him in place. ]
[ and don't think for a minute she hasn't noticed that his wings seem to be on the more sensitive side. this is something she's going to attempt to exploit as soon as she's able. should be... fun. at least for her! ]
[ deciding that the bladed tentacles keeping his arms or wrists or whatever bound are good enough she removes the others from his legs. she's on top of him besides, so she's confident he's not going anywhere. she needs them to be able to mess with his wings, which is exactly what they start doing. ]
[ she breaks the kiss to catch her breath, a smile stretching the width of her face. ] S'what I thought.
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Ha! You actually managed to---
[But nope!
Yanked underwater. Again.]
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[ retracts all four of the tentacles, the rounded ones disappearing beneath the surface of the water while the bladed ones hover just over her shoulders. ]
[ once he surfaces she laughs, ] Sorry, what was that, Intensity, didn’t quite catch that over the sound of you getting your ass handed to you.
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And instead she feels a pull at her ankles?]
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at least until he pulls her under and she flails around like it’s going out of style. ]
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Since when were these precision weapons?!]
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[ since dream logic, of course,
so prepare to be entangled and dragged close. ]
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That is to say - all none of them - as the tentacles wrap around his various limbs and draw him closer to D.Va. He struggles, more of a test of their strength than an attempt to free himself as he is pulled in.
And since he can't counter with his normal smug or irritated quip, he'll have to do with his usual unimpressed (even if he is actually quite impressed) glare.)]
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catsnake that got thecanarydragon aka the smuggest little shit in dream!land. ]Something something control. Looks like I came out on top this time, Intensity.
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"Bravo. Now are you going to drown me?"
She can even almost hear the sarcasm.]
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she’s just going to drag his ass to the edge of the pool and then... hm. ]
[ dammit. this wet noodle is heeeeavy. ]
[ the tentacles let him go so she can climb out. ]
You sure you’re not going to drown yourself under the weight of your wings? [ huff. crosses her arms over her chest and shivers. she hates you. ]
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But as soon as she climbs out of the pool and has released him from her grasp...
He splashes her again.
With the full weight of his wings and as much water as he can.
She must have been expecting that to happen.]
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except that he did!!!
he absolutely fucken did!!!!!! ]
[ this. bitch. ]
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You’re done for!
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Intensity.
On the other hand.
Leaps out of the water in an attempt to tackle D.Va to said pillow-less (or pillow-fewer) bed.
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grunts, her back hitting the bed as he tackles her into it. she immediately tries to grab his shoulders and flip them, but that’s probably easier said than done now that he’s got those bulky ass wings. ]
Oh, hey, i- it’s the wet noodle.
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Can it, corn chip.
And take your defeat with a little dignity.
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Take your own advice, Intensity. Your defeat is the one that’s inevitable! [ the tentacles finally re-emerge and slither from over her shoulders to loom menacingly overhead for a few moments, because it’s game over, intensity. ] Nice try. Pity it wasn’t good enough. [ she chuckles as they dart forward to try to pin him in place. ]
[ no more struggling / thrashing / etc. ]
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Is it?
I can still claim victory from here. Or do you underestimate me that much?
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Hey.
Hey Intensity.
Shutup.
[ kisses him, hard. ]
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But then he has D.Va's tongue in his mouth, and suddenly that is neither possible nor important at this time.]
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[ deciding that the bladed tentacles keeping his arms or wrists or whatever bound are good enough she removes the others from his legs. she's on top of him besides, so she's confident he's not going anywhere. she needs them to be able to mess with his wings, which is exactly what they start doing. ]
[ she breaks the kiss to catch her breath, a smile stretching the width of her face. ] S'what I thought.
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