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[He's panting, head turned to the side as he tries to gasp for air, real or not this is really happening and he hates it.]

Go to hell.

[Yeah it is definitely happening. And unlike the Ariel you encountered before, this person doesn't seem remotely interested in drawing it out, fooling around or making it feel good. It's just rough and entirely one-sided, no consideration taken for Sion at all. And the weight on his back never lets up, dizzying, the grip on his arm bruising tight.]

[He grits his teeth and closes his eyes, focusing on breathing. Trying not to listen to the sounds of the bed or concentrate on the pain or humiliation or helplessness, holding on to rage and crying into the pillow when he can't quite keep it in.]

[On the upside it doesn't last terribly long. Afterwards he pulls back, casually yanking Sion up to sitting, uncomfortable or not, and patting his cheek.]

There now, I told you you should accept it. Stupid, pretty little thing.

[He tries to bite the man's fingers viciously.]

Ah-ah.

[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.

[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.]

[He composes himself, wipes his face dry and opens the other door, keeping outside of it, with his hand on the handle the slam it shut if need be.]

[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.]

--Yes?

[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.]

Nothing, wrong room.

Ah.

[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.

[If he didn't know Ariel and it weren't a heart it might even be kind of tempting. Huh, he was actually capable of being charming who knew.]

No thank you, Ariel. But I do want to ask some things.

Oh? Not the wrong room after all?

[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?

Yes, I lied.

[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?

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?

[Actually I was thinking of firebombing your room so you'd never try to fuck anyone again but that seems like you know, not the thing to say.]

Mm. And the bar downstairs?

[Probably not, he doesn't seem dangerous but you never know. At the least he certainly wouldn't help you do that.]

Secrets. Though it seems you've left something that doesn't belong there, too.

Yes. I was going to ask if you had an idea where I should take him.

That depends on what you want to do.

I want to take him somewhere safe, where he can grow and develop.

[HAHA sorry, that makes him laugh]

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.

Does it matter to you particularly? What places would fit?

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.

Hm... Go back to your pleasure then, I'll look for myself.

[He starts to close the door, unless Ariel has more to say.]

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