wotanon | Dreamers After Dark (VII)

[To be fair, Absinthe is a rowdy teenager by ancient standards!

There's a complicated mental moment as the bird gathers all of its vague perceptions and instincts in regards to the corpse. There's a certain amount of guarded fear, verging on defensiveness, annoyance directed at the corpse, somehow, but a hint of affection, too. Bird brains sure are weird!

The conclusion that Absinthe can draw from the tangle is thus: if you take the heart, prove that you won't hurt bird. If you plan on hurting bird, it will try to destroy the corpse.]

[There's a feeling of confusion from the bird. Exchange? It stares at Black for a few moments, then stretches its neck out again to offer the spleen.

Gift!]

You're rather complicated for a beast, hmm?

[ it's almost like he's dealing with a ... metaphor!! he doesn't think it over too much right now, much like he's trying not think about Levity's dwellings from earlier, and his touch is gentler when he tries to stroke the top of the bird's head. Absinthe can play nice!! ]

[Wow, metaphors, in dreams??? Who'd have thought!!! The bird is pretty receptive to the petting, though, and seems to relax under it, making a pleased robotic beep and shuffling its feet. The earlier wariness is gone, once again to be replaced with contentment. Absinthe is friend?]

[ Absinthe friend! he puts down the arm for a second, keeping up stroking the bird while his freed hand goes and sinks back into Levity's abdomen. he doesn't go straight for the heart this time, but he does watch for the bird's reaction to see if he'll be interrupted. ]

[Well, now that it's established(?) that Absinthe = friend, the bird doesn't seem bothered by him going back to his organ looting! It tilts its head into the stroking, although it probably becomes a little hard to do because once again the robofeathers on its head rise in appreciation, much like they would on a real bird. There is a touch of curiousity as it watches Absinthe's hand, though, and the slightest hint of anxiety. But for the most part, it trusts him!]

There we are. I'll even forgive your stealing my hat.

[ Absinthe murmurs, soft, soothing as his hand pries its way through tissue and tears viscera on the way back up to Levity's heart. if this weren't a dream it'd take more strength than he had to do so; thankfully, they don't need realism here!

so he can take a hold of Levity's heart and squeeze it, firmly. ]

[iyaaan absinthe senpai be gentle!!

The bird gives a sound that's... as close to a chuckle as a robot bird can get. It's not ashamed of the hat stealing at all, and it thought it was very fun and funny. It doesn't seem to react to the heart gripping, meanwhile.

The rest of Levity's background psyche does, though; not the more conscious part of him that could speak - that seems to have disappeared somewhere, really, - but the part of him that's... well, responsible for dreaming overall. The atmosphere shifts; it's almost as though he's... embarrassed?]

[ Absinthe's lips split wide in a smile -- it's probably not at all subtle that he enjoys getting a rise out of others, in a positive or negative sense, so even though he can't directly hear Levity's reaction to that ... well, it's enough for him!

he squeezes again, as if he could mimic the pulse of his heartbeat while dead, before with a harsh wrench of his elbow he'll rip it down and out of the cavity of his chest entirely. ]

[Listen, Levity has been reading poetry and hanging out with Vergil, he can really appreciate the symbolism here. The bird, pacified, hunkers down, watching Absinthe curiously. It's glad he's having fun!

The overall flustered feeling dies down somewhat, though not entirely, and instead a kind of anticipation replaces it, as though Levity, too, is curious to see where this will go next. Somewhere at the back of his mind is the awareness that this is a dream, and he's interested to see how his subconscious perceives Absinthe.]

[ part of him wonders how Levity's subconscious will react to him doing as he please in his heart. ah well, it's not like he's going to face consequences for his actions anyway!

he lets the bird be to focus on the organ in his hand, giving it another testing squeeze -- the blood dribbles from severed aorta in a way that's almost satisfying -- before bringing it to his other and taking a bite out of it, full-teethed. ]

[Never any consequences for the garbageman, ever! Absinthe is possibly fortunate that Levity isn't aware that he's, well, actually himself, strolling around dreams, not a figment of Levity's dreaming mind.

And the reaction from Levity's mind is essentially--well, that's just about what he'd expected, honestly, but there's still a tinge of embarrassment. It's one thing to just be aware of it and another to actually dream about a cannibal guy you like symbolically eating your heart.

Does it taste good, I wonder.]

[ the real question is would Levity be bothered if he knew it was a version of himself strolling around in his dreams eating his organs.

Asbinthe smiles, "hearing" that -- and as he swallows the chunk in his mouth there's a pleased sigh, making his enjoyment all the more evident for Levity. much like just muscle and flesh would taste delicious to him, the same applies to organs and the like, though the texture is definitely different compared to biting into an arm. ]

[Who knows! Fuck around and find out, garbageman.

...Hm.

There's still that touch of embarrassment--and though Levity would be flattered by the fact Absinthe likes the taste of him, there is also a note of peevishness, because Absinthe would probably react like that to eating anyone's heart at all. This is also clearly all just a metaphor for Levity's crush on the zomboid and not an actual vore session.]

Edited 2021-01-13 06:45 (UTC)

[ clearly! Levity knows poetry!

Absinthe eats the heart delicately -- much like the parfaits they shared, there's no rush to how he bites, chews and swallows each piece, like he's really lounging in the taste and feel of the piece of Levity in his mouth.

after he finishes, with one bloodied hand he'll stroke the side of Levity's (deceased) face, leaving wet streaks of blood over his skin as Absinthe lick his own lips clean. to not much effect, since the blood has dripped far beyond his lips at this point. ]

Ah, I've made a mess.

[It's all fun and romance until your zombie friend tries to actually eat you irl, which will definitely not happen at any point ever, so why worry about it.

Wow, though, that's GAY. Levity's subconscious definitely reacts to Absinthe's more obvious enjoyment of his heart and the tender touch to his face. The atmosphere shifts again; he's more flustered now, and even though he does know he's pretty drawn to Absinthe (even if in a different way than he is to Lily and D.Va, though these days it's coming dangerously close to an overlap at times), it's still embarrassing to actually think about it! He's not even sure Absinthe actually likes him back that much, and though Levity is naive, it's not to the point where he is fine with a power imbalance, however subtle.

As though prompted by that, his earlier musings return: a different kind of attraction to Absinthe, a benevolent desire to pick the man apart and know how he works and why, and maybe put him back together to be happier than he is, smooth out those strange differences between Ardyn and Absinthe, or at least know where they come from. Maybe in someone else that would suggest treating Absinthe as a mechanism, a toy of sorts, but Levity can't not care about people, and so there is a gentleness to the desire; an interest and determination not unalike to that of, perhaps, a doctor faced with a new patient with an unknown disease. The same probing at possible causes, examination of their behaviour, theories constructed and ruled out.]

[LETTING MYSELF HAVE LITTLE A TAG AS A TREAT

Levity startles briefly as the dream changes again, looks around them in confusion--but the setting really is very calming, and there is something... almost nostalgic about it, about the flakes outside and the gentle amber of fire and the rows of books.

He breathes out slowly, wrapping his arms around Lily more comfortably, curling closer to her. He doesn't have words yet, simply breathing in her scent, letting her touch and the gentle atmosphere calm him down slowly.]

[She continues to hold him, rubbing his back, harbouring no intentions to leave or move until he's calmed down and even then.]

You're okay, it's going to be okay, Vivi. Just breathe, just like that for me.

[Her voice is calm and deep, not easily moved. Something he can anchor himself to alongside her touch.]

[unsubtly raking his eyes over her now that she's naked]

That's a lot of pressure to live up to. But I'd be lying if I said the idea wasn't... intriguing.

[Levity blushes further when Lily reaches out to take off her top, but complies eagerly, her heart beating faster in excitement at exploring something new with Lily. She arches into Lily's touch, a strange sense of satisfaction at feeling her hands on her breasts, gives a soft noise as Lily tweaks her nipples. It feels different like this, and all the more interesting for it...

Levity has to press her legs together at Lily's words, though, a pleasant jolt echoing through her body, resolving in that sense of heat between her thighs again. She leans in, closing her eyes, her heart pounding.]

Please have me, Mistress...

[It's suddenly much easier to balance, and so Levity manages to focus more on using his hands. Despite how overwhelming the situation is, he feels... pretty content, really. There's something sweet about getting to do this with his friends, being able to please them... There is never enough affection in the world, after all.

That doesn't mean he isn't still utterly dazed from getting fucked like that, from being so exposed and knowing it won't take just the five of them to discipline him properly. He'd let down the entire department, after all... Levity's face blazes more at hearing Maxwell's words - and if he could speak, he would at least try to offer his thanks for the effort they're all putting in, but what stirs him a lot more is the thought that now everyone would know about his... openness in these matters. That he is always eager for anything he's offered, hungry and curious at his best, overcome with base lust at his worst.

Levity squirms again, his cock twitching as he comes to realize that he... wants something inside him. It's shameful, but he wants to feel good, too, even though he should already be grateful he's getting to service the others--but would that not make a good punishment, too?

But he has no time to really think about that, because he can feel Maxwell getting rougher, growing hotter and harder in his mouth. He whimpers helplessly, knowing that he won't be given a choice other than to swallow it all, heart thundering with a kind of electrifying nervousness--and then Maxwell shoves him on his dick in full, spilling inside as Levity shudders and spasms, trying to take in everything. But even with his best efforts it's all too much, and Levity gasps and coughs when Maxwell finally pulls out to leave trails of his cum on Levity's face, as though the seed spilling from the corners of his mouth wasn't enough.

The change of partners at least gives Levity some time to get his breath back, lick his lips clean as best he can. He gives Kyou a pleading look, his demeanour a lot more subdued after the rougher session with Maxwell, then slowly and carefully takes his tip into his mouth, circling it with his tongue diligently.]

[He chuckles.] Does make it simple. And I always love touching your body.

[He leans in, nuzzling his neck and holding up a yellow vial to start, other hand lightly kneading his ass.] You always look amazing. We can put on a great show.

[He cannot fault her for not answering him, when her mouth is currently occupied doing something arguably more important for him. Whether or not he will remember this, he cannot say, but he is thoroughly committed to enjoying it while it lasts regardless of the answer.

Strong hands stroke her hair; the gesture more loving than most he's allowed himself to show up until now. It is an expression of his praise for her skill.

And in letting his guard down, even his body has an easier time being honest. Any tension drains and he allows himself to revel in the full feeling of her mouth; tight and eager as it is. With it, come obvious tells that she can pick up. Such as the way his fingers will twitch in her hair mid-movement as he starts to get close. Or the slight shift in his taste as tiny drops of pre-come are taken in by her mouth.

He, however, doesn't seem keen on outright telling her; although he's allowed himself to express himself. His voice rumbles, deep, as he moans outright as her pace quickens.]

[The shiver is harder, this time]

[He reaches out to take the yellow vial from Rye's hand and uncorks it - holds it to Rye's lips]

Bottoms up, dude.

[ the bar is on the ground but yes.

all right, well. here goes nothing.

thankfully she keeps her knives sharpened, because there's nothing worse than getting sliced with a dull knife; a shallow incision right below the ribcage, trying to avoid any spicy stomach wounds, and then another crossing it vertically.

what is inside this kinder surprise ancient. ]

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