selfpreservationist | [imeeji] overflow

[ he'll feel the tentacles around his wrists grow slack, withdrawing over her shoulders to nestle in between her wings in a ball. ] I always thought you... liked them...

[blink blink blink]

I always thought you hated them. Because you can't control them properly...

I don't hate them at all. [ except for, like, that one time... when she had tentacle targeted trauma and she cut them off herself. ] It can be kind of annoying to, like, have to consciously try being careful of my horny [ something she fucken sucks at. ] but... they make me feel good and make you hopefully feel good too...

I can excuse the occasional tantrum, since that's not something that happens all that often and it's usually triggered by something I had a hand in anyway...

... oh.

How do you feel about them?

I do... feel good with them sometimes. But I prefer your hands on me.

[ ...sometimes. ]

H- heh, I would, like, hope... so...

I do like having you all to myself too.

I... misunderstood. I'm sorry.

It’s alright.

But, like, eager as they are to get involved all the time they did sort of respect you. If you had hinted at a just us sort of thing they may have backed off a bit. You said they occasionally make you feel good well the reverse is true too.

...sometimes they can just be brats though, like a certain someone. [ herself. ]

[ settles back down on top of him, arms sneaking around his middle for a hug. ]

I... well, I've always thought they were just some demonic parasite, from the very beginning. When we kissed that first time, you couldn't control them trying to grab for me, so... I worried for you. I feared for you, how you must deal with them all the time. Just one more burden on top of everything else you shoulder. If the way you feel about them changed significantly, I... haven't really noticed, I suppose.

So... yes, I really thought you hated them, deep down. And I suppose I've always thought of them as... an unwelcome third party when it comes to us. I assumed you learned to tolerate them, and so I... did the same. That's not to say I haven't... enjoyed sex with you. Or that I was pretending. I just thought it was just rarely... the ideal circumstances for both of us.

I mean... you’re not wrong. All they really are is some demonic parasite and it’s pretty stupid to put any faith in them. I actually had to deal with that sort of thing following a bad game once, and lately... I’ve found that I’m still pretty bothered about a lot of what happened in House, so my knee jerk reaction to get dissected any more, even if perhaps it’s positively, was to freak out. [ holds him a bit tighter. ] I know you just wanted to help, so I’m... sorry.

And I guess I wouldn’t say it’s changed completely though, because I still do worry about them interrupting and it’s usually embarrassing... I have really preferred the time we get to spend together where they either sit out or don’t get as involved as they could. You’re mine... and not theirs... [ turns her head so she’s got it pressed straight into his chest. ] I’m glad you don’t like them as much as, like, I thought though... [ halfmumbled. ] since when they’re not around I can’t fuck you, atleastnotwithoutastrapon.

[places a talon on her back and gently runs his nails up and down]

... you could... use one. If you wanted to. But I... would rather they're only present... when you want them to be.

[ purrs and then somehow almost chokes on her own tongue or something, lifting her head up and going red. ] Would you... like that? I- I mean, I’m also just fine riding your dick. [ her eyes become lidded as she smirks at him. ] Nothing’s better.

[kisses the top of her head]

I would love it. You should get one, and then... perhaps we can have a contest over... who is the best at "riding dick".

[ she chuckles at that. ] I will, but I want you to help me. I want to find the perfect dildo, so I can watch... you... [ trails off as she’s just immediately bombarded by so many different thoughts of raven on her not!dick. ] ... [ was she saying something because her brain’s malfunctioned a bit. ] ah, I... uhm... You win.

[chuckles]

Victory is sweet.

[ blows a raspberry on his bare chest and then inches down a bit. ] Is there anything you want to do and haven’t... oooor, how about telling me one of your favorite things... [ slides her hands along the feathers framing his stomach as she kisses alongside his belly button. ]

... right now, I... just want you to hold me. It's been a long time for me...

[ sits up and readjusts her position in the nest. ] Come here. [ opens her arms. ] I know you'll probably be going back to Zrael after the game, but maybe you could stop by Heart Soldier. I don't want to have to try [ and fail. ] to sleep another night without you.

[tucks himself into her arms and presses his face to her shoulder]

... I'd like that.

...me too. [ nuzzles into the side of his face and just starts murmuring one of her new favorite poems to him: ]

Here I love you
In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself.
The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant waters
Days, all one kind, go chasing each other

The snow unfurls in dancing figures.
A silver gull slips down from the west.
sometimes a sail. High, high stars.

Oh the black cross of a ship.
Alone.
Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet.
Far away the sea sounds and resounds.
This is a port.
Here I love you.

Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain.
I love you still among these cold things.
Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels
that cross the sea towards no arrival.
I see myself forgotten like those old anchors.
The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there.
My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose.
I love what I do not have. You are so far.
My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights.
But night comes and starts to sing to me.
The moon turns its clockwork dream.

The biggest stars look at me with your eyes.
And as I love you, the pines in the wind
want to sing your name with their leaves of wire.

[listens, letting out a soft pleased trill at the end]

I understood bits and pieces of that... will you sing it to me again when I've gotten better?

Of course. I’ll sing it to you as many times as you like, Raven.

I... I actually wrote you a little something of my own, s- so when you come over later I... I’d like to, ah, ... y’know... [ averts her eyes, going red. ] share it.

[ but then she accidentally vergil, so oops. ]

[oh nooooo]

... so we were... both trying our hands at writing.

[ OH NOOOOOOO. ]

I, ah, yeah...
It's something I've been trying to do for a... a while...

It's been difficult though. I'm no... I'm no poet, but I know poetry is important to you, and I... wanted to try to express my thoughts and feelings in a way that, uhm, that... spoke to you...

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