dreampost: even more after dark edition (IV)

[wotanon]

[ sexy dreams for thirsty idol bastards

shit's going to be sexy in here.

please list what you're open or not open to somewhere in your toplevel pls and thank ]

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[sancrimony]

[ someone is on him—that much he knows for certain, and it has him hesitating before he slowly works off the silk wrapped around his eyes. his fingers being bound together means it takes a little while, but he isn't in any rush.

quiet, even once he's realized who's on him, just kind of trying to gauge if raven is asleep or not ]

[selfpreservationist]

[raven is awake, just quietly watching lucifel, not saying or doing anything else]

[sancrimony]

[ now he is watching him . . . watch him.

casually, looking around a bit more before looking back to him ]

Sorry—did I wake you up?

[selfpreservationist]

No. You can go back to sleep if you want to.

[sancrimony]

. . . No, I think I'm awake, now.

[ carefully, undoing some of the bindings to his hands, though he doesn't otherwise try to move away. tipping his head against raven more, even ]

[selfpreservationist]

[curling closer to him, one arm slung over his midriff]

Stay. Don't go anywhere.

[sancrimony]

. . . I won't go anywhere.

[ still, trying to work his hands completely free ]

[selfpreservationist]

What are you doing?

[sancrimony]

I was thinking, it would be easier to hug Raven-san if I had my hands free . . .

[ there's a pause, and then belatedly asking for permission: ]

I can't?

[selfpreservationist]

You'll just leave, if I let you.

[sancrimony]

. . . It's just my arms, though. I couldn't leave with my legs bound, right?

[selfpreservationist]

... I guess that's true.

[the bindings slowly start to loosen, but they stay tight on his legs]

[sancrimony]

[ oh good

stretching out his arms for a moment, before reaching out to hug. hello ]

Is this fine?

[selfpreservationist]

[curls close, sighing with relief]

This is fine.

[sancrimony]

[ with a fond hum, reaching up to pet his hair ]

I didn't know you were lonely.

[selfpreservationist]

[lowers his eyes, relaxing]

... no one needs me.

[sancrimony]

[ . . . ]

Why do you say that?

[selfpreservationist]

Because I was discarded... thrown away and left for dead.

[sancrimony]

. . . A memory?

[selfpreservationist]

Yes. I was torn from my former self... he rejected me, cut me away. He hated me... hated everything I represented.

[sancrimony]

[ giving a soft noise of understanding, quiet for a moment ]

Even so . . . he is not the only one who can need you, is he?

[selfpreservationist]

... no. But I... don't want to be alone.

[sancrimony]

And I did not say that you would be.

[ brushing away a bit of hair from his eyes ]

Rather—have you ever been? ☆ZRAEL needs you, after all.

[selfpreservationist]

Do they?

[sancrimony]

Would you disagree?