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]

. . . 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?

[selfpreservationist]

... I don't know. I... feel like I need them more than they need me.

[sancrimony]

My.

Are you unsatisfied by that? Do you wish to feel as though, between the two of you, you'd be the one to survive if things were cut off—that they couldn't survive without you, but you could survive without them?

[selfpreservationist]

No... I don't think so.

[sancrimony]

Then . . . ?

[ expectant, hairpet ]

[selfpreservationist]

... I need you to keep doing that.

[sancrimony]

I can do that.

[ he is very good at hair petting he went to hair petting school ]