wotanon | Dreamers After Dark (VII)

[if you try to fuck a corpse you WILL be kinkshamed, poetry or no!!

The bird... has been watching him! It tilts its head and gives a little trill. It thinks what Absinthe is doing is funny, and kind of cute - he's like a child, pretending that toys are real creatures. It doesn't understand why Absinthe is affectionate with the corpse, but that's amusing rather than boring. Like it means something to him! That's funny! Like he has feelings!]

[ feelings are hilarious, when they're not terrible, it's true. ]

Oh, what a relief. I wouldn't want things to be dull for you.

[ it's as if he can understand the trills. he obviously doesn't understand bird speak but you know what, the sentiment comes across rather well thanks to dream logic, and he reaches back into Levity's abdomen to raise a fistful of intestine -- looking towards the bird. ]

Do you hunger? This meal may be too big for just me.

[The bird doesn't seem perturbed by the fact that Absinthe seems to understand it! Dream logic, indeed. It looks at the intestine curiously, stepping closer to take it into its beak. It doesn't know what hunger is, and for the bird this is essentially the same as a toddler eating playdoh because it's fun-coloured, but hey! If Absinthe wants to share, it's not going to refuse. The bird raises a clawed foot to snip off the intestine from the rest of the inhards, and then takes it into the foot, slicing off bits with its beak and swallowing them down, almost delicately.

For someone so gentle, Levity's bird sure has a lot of sharp deadly edges.]

[ that about follows, with a metaphorical bird creature in Levity's heart. he sure likes to be friends with theoretically very dangerous people!!! ]

I suppose you cannot taste him. A pity! That is half the fun of it, after all.

[That piques the bird's curiousity! What does he taste like? And what's the other half of fun?

The second sentiment is echoed by Levity himself - with a certain amount of trepidation. Just in case, you know, Absinthe says something romantic.]

[ it'd be funny if he just said he tasted like birdmeat, to be honest. ]

Mm, it does become somewhat hard to discern from one person to another ... But it's the sentiment behind the meal that can sometimes change the taste. Something eaten out of necessity would not be half as appealing.

[The bird trills again, almost laughs. It doesn't understand having an emotional attachment to a dead body, but it's cute that Absinthe does. There's a good dose of condescension in that reaction, too.

But Absinthe can probably ignore that, because Levity sure is rather flustered by the admission and implications of it.

Would that mean that he does care for me, I wonder...

Though there is a conscious effort from Levity to suppress it, it still flashes through: the brief memory of when he'd told Cardinal and Glory that he doesn't mind being hurt if he knows there's care behind it, back when he'd talked to them about what might happen in games.]

Is it so funny? I imagine if you could taste you would understand!

[ Absinthe doesn't seem sincerely bothered despite his protest. his hand returns to Levity's face, stroking the side of it with a hum. ]

It is one way to achieve closeness, hm? There is nothing quite like consuming all of someone. To have them be a part of you.

[hey ardyn turn on your location i would like to ask you some questions???

The bird still Does Not Get it; it looks from corpse to Absinthe to back to corpse, then pokes the body with a foot. It would like to make it very clear that Absinthe is being a little, well, obtuse. The body is not his friend. His friend is gone. The only thing Absinthe's going to have be "part of him" is a collection of proteins and fats and other molecular combinations, and whatever perception of Levity he's conjured up in his head. He's playing pretend at best, all by himself. Isn't that a little pathetic?

The rest of Levity's psyche pauses in its reaction, too. He certainly appreciates the imagery and the sentiment, but... something about the idea of losing all of himself goes against the grain for him. It feels wrong. But surely Absinthe wouldn't actually want that for him?]

[ the pause is what he's looking for. it's not a thought he's seriously entertaining -- but similar to how he would poke and prod at Emet-Selch's scars till he lost his temper with him, so too does he want to see if there's a point at which Levity would truly balk and be disgusted. or not even that -- to see if he would be frightened by him. it doesn't seem like he's reached that point yet even with that suggestion.

he sighs as if exasperated by the bird's reaction. ]

You have no sense of romance, do you? Would that not be a tale fitting of a tragedy?

[Indeed, Levity's reaction is not fear or disgust, but more akin to polite refusal. That's just not a kink he wants to play out! He would like to get to stay himself, and he trusts Absinthe enough to respect that desire. You know, like in a healthy consensual relationship.

Of course, anyone who's known Levity for more than five minutes would realize that the one way to disgust, frighten and generally devastate him would be to show cruelty towards others. Of course, it's also a very good way to traumatize him enough for him to cut ties with you entirely! Wouldn't that be funny for everyone, especially Alexander.

The bird gives a shrug. Grieve if you like, but dead people are already gone - all you're holding onto are things in your head. For example, it still thinks that Absinthe is friend, but if he was dead, it wouldn't see his corpse as him, just some meat. He's welcome to engage in his pretendy funtimes though, of course, the bird just thinks it's funny and a little stupid.

These sure are slightly more defined thoughts! As though the bird is evolving beyond its earlier, simpler state.

Meanwhile Levity, befitting his name, is quick to rifle through his not-yet-expansive knowledge of theater works, picturing himself and Absinthe in some of the more well-known tragedies. There's more than a hint of amusement to it; he's certainly having fun with it!]

[ what really matters is that everyone here is having fun! even the bird. he does tip his head as he watches the bird -- he notices the more defined thoughts in it and his lips twist, wry. he lifts one of his thoroughly-bloodied hands up to his lips, licking some of the fingertips clean. ]

Perhaps you're not well-read enough! Is a trip to the library due?

[Library. Levity does remember the library! The scenery wavers and shifts, changes without changing visibly. But this certainly is a lot more library-esque now, even if Levity's corpse isn't going anywhere. The bird looks around and shuffles its feet, slightly disapprovingly. It doesn't seem to like the change much? But it does direct Absinthe a Look, as if to say that, well, you got us here, great job. What now.]

-- Ah! There we are. How convenient.

[ it's something Absinthe could have done himself, for the dream, but this works just as well! he spins around, tapping his chin, debating what section to peruse before he strolls towards the classics (tm). ]

Have you spent much time here yet?

[There is! Another wave of Dislike(TM) from the bird! Don't talk to it like it's Levity! To demonstrate the point, it pushes over a random chair angrily, beaking at it for good measure, but does eventually follow Absinthe.

Courtesy of its evolving mind, a grumpy answer arrives. Levity has not been here too much, but he wants to. Read the bible with Cardinal.]

Oh do not throw a tantrum. It will be educational for you!

[ he's perusing, curious if anything about the dream-library pops out. would they be familiar titles orr .... no tittles since Levity hasn't been around here much? ]

[Absinthe is RUDE and bird is reconsidering whether he's friend after all. Bird doesn't have much interest in learning about these human things! They're here for Absinthe's benefit. He should be grateful it's indulging him.

There are, indeed, rather few titles, and the collection is... varied. Some books on botany, history of holidays, the bible, metalworking, chemistry, history of art, some volumes of poetry, particularly Blake, and an inevitable Shakespeare tome.]

[ he runs his fingers along their spines -- which probably grosses them up some, sorry about that! it turns out even licking his fingertips didn't do a great job of getting the blood off. ]

See? We have many options. I've heard that Shakespeare was a master of tragedies.

[Wow, who would have thought putting your blood covered hands in your blood covered mouth doesn't help clean them much. The bird watches impassively - it doesn't much care what happens to the books, and when Absinthe offers his commentary it steps closer to take the volume of Shakespeare from the shelf with its beak, then totters off to a table without glancing at Absinthe. It's more than certain that he'll follow, and it would like to get back the control of the situation. It doesn't much appreciate Absinthe waltzing in and making Levity change things as though he owns the place. It's not your psyche, stinkman, and the bird sees itself above Levity, too, so these changes are! Uncomfortable!]

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