[Your consciousness drifts in to the sound of discordant whispers. It sounds like a hushed argument in another room, something you can't quite catch. You're cold. Your skin tingles slightly, and then...]
[That hurts. He wants to take that lamp and throw it at the man or the bed, light something on fire. But he doesn't want to approach the man. So he drags his pants back on and rolls to his feet, wincing and shivering, half stumbling and half limping out of the room back to the hall.]
[Where he takes a while to lean on a wall and bury his face in his hands and muffle a long, frustrated scream.]
[On the bright side, once you're out of the room, while your injuries remain your strength returns, and you feel yourself again. There's no more pressing sense of helplessness or smallness, and nothing seems inclined to bother you.]
[This time you actually find an Ariel, a young adult and more muscular than you're used to, but he's engaged in a remarkably non-horrific-seeming encounter with a really very attractive young man that. ...Well, you can see why you're his type. They haven't gotten very far, but nothing violent or creepy appears to be happening, just heavy shirtless making out and maybe hands in pants that seems totally functional, if you didn't know what Ariel is actually like.
He looks up, startled, when you open the door, all flushed and breathing hard.]
[Huh. Well it's what it seemed like but that seems almost surprising. He's not really embarrassed to barge in on this, but on the other hand he's not sure there's any reason to interrupt, either.]
This, in here? Me? This is sexuality. It's a nice place if you want it to be. "I" like nice things, too.
[Apparently for all his pleasantries this NPC is a lot more aware of the whole of things than the one you've been carting around.]
That, though, is helplessness. It's fear. That it's here is likely to do with those memories. What, precisely, has brought on the deepest feelings of helplessness? Mm, I suppose it's no wonder that it and I have become linked, no?
That said, I'm not sure I should be complicit in the destruction of another part of "myself". That is what you want, isn't it?
There might be a couple of places like that. Mm, but-- [He's distracted by a moment, his lover impatiently kissing his shoulder] -- Ah, what benefit does that have to the whole, I wonder? That piece was unwanted.
I'm interested in pleasure. To that end, I have an interest in whatever brings "me" that, including cooperation with other pieces. That one, however, is wholly unpleasant.
[Ew Vulnerability. He would rather chill with Sadism.]
But I can't stop you. Aggression isn't within my parameters. I just won't tell you where to go.
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[That earns a nasty backhand. But then he lets go, finally, getting up and going over to, apparently, tend the lamp.]
Go on, now. We're through.
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[Where he takes a while to lean on a wall and bury his face in his hands and muffle a long, frustrated scream.]
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He looks up, startled, when you open the door, all flushed and breathing hard.]
--Yes?
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Nothing, wrong room.
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[He looks you up and down, far too obvious in his assessment, and smiles. It's not an unsavory smile, but it is a seductive one.]
You look like you've been busy already, but... You could join us.
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No thank you, Ariel. But I do want to ask some things.
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[Reluctantly he disengages from his partner a bit, shifting back on his lap and silencing the resulting protest with a finger on the man's lips.]
Just a moment, it's alright.
What is it, then?
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[Just bluntly because whatever, hearts.]
One, this, all this, it's exceedingly sexual. Is this all it is, memories and indulgence? Do you know?
And two, can I borrow a lighter or matches?
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[Apparently for all his pleasantries this NPC is a lot more aware of the whole of things than the one you've been carting around.]
That, though, is helplessness. It's fear. That it's here is likely to do with those memories. What, precisely, has brought on the deepest feelings of helplessness? Mm, I suppose it's no wonder that it and I have become linked, no?
That said, I'm not sure I should be complicit in the destruction of another part of "myself". That is what you want, isn't it?
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Mm. And the bar downstairs?
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Secrets. Though it seems you've left something that doesn't belong there, too.
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There might be a couple of places like that. Mm, but-- [He's distracted by a moment, his lover impatiently kissing his shoulder] -- Ah, what benefit does that have to the whole, I wonder? That piece was unwanted.
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[Ew Vulnerability. He would rather chill with Sadism.]
But I can't stop you. Aggression isn't within my parameters. I just won't tell you where to go.
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[He starts to close the door, unless Ariel has more to say.]
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