[Douman just slides their hands slowly over the other's back, fingertips tickling over Ryan's spine. They lean forward, kissing the edge of the other's lips, gently.]
That one might want to move...more intimately, in the direction of getting to know each other better.
[it's a little more of a murmur, because he doesn't really want to pull away? a little closer, and he's definitely just settling himself in their lap now.]
-oh. Oh! You meant that-- I thought you meant, like... no, no, this is fine! I don't really want to risk your roommate walking in, you know? Probably quieter here...
[he's wearing pants under the robes, for the record! he really did just think they meant the positioning though. lord. i hate him please understand.]
Why do you have to hide it away? Some rules you have to play by?
[They let out a low noise at the teeth, fingernail of their thumb digging in slightly. Not to be outdone, their other hand slips under the robe and goes further, resting on the other's abdomen.]
Oh, don't worry. Being distracted should be the last thing on your mind, haha.
Then that makes it all the more special for me, then. Aaah. Dear Envy. All of you, for my eyes only.
[They glance down at their. Extremely convoluted clown robes.]
Mmm. I shall help. Here.
[And reluctantly, they pull back a hand to untie the knot of fabric at their waist, tugging the sleeve of the green robes down to expose their chest and arms. Also look this outfit is horrible HOW DO YOU EVEN TAKE THIS OFF??]
he's busy trying to pull the robe over his head when douman exposes themselves further, and he just kind of. flusters and gets his arms stuck partially out of the sleeves? he's barely peeking out of the mound of fabric, and he is trapped, looking like he kind of wants to die.
for the record though he is wearing a very cute oversized green sweater, so there's that. he's cute. but also trapped.]
Um. I think- can you just pull this up a little, please, and forget this ever happened--
[In the same tone as one would say "oh, you" in an affectionate sort of tone - of course they'll help. After disrobing a bit more, they reach to tug the rest of the robe up and off. Before Ryan can do anything, Douman bends in for a quick peck to the nose.]
[An odd choice, they think. Douman also shifts to move the rest of the robes down, fully exposing themselves. They shift to embrace the other, dark eyes glittering like gems.]
Are you concerned about eyes appearing there? You know I wouldn't mind...
Medb is my Master, but...it is only a role between Servant and Master. She expects obedience and loyalty, and I must provide. [And a slight rueful smile.] Huhuhuhu. Even if I know she isn't my true Master in the first place.
[And they reach up, capturing Ryan's chin between thumb and forefinger.]
I say such things about you because if you are truly a representation of that part of me, that covets and desires what one must not have, then you know me much better than anyone else. And I know you better than anyone else. We have been friends for a long time.
[They smile.]
And...you know, that man knows you better than anyone else. However! In the end, I have yet to know you as a person that stands separate from me. You are my Envy, but are you my Envy, hm? Tell me that.
[he hums, idly tracing a shape on douman's shoulder.]
Your envy, my envy, everyone else's-- I wouldn't really say I'm only related to one of those? We all share the same sin, so in a way, I'm the avatar of all of it.
[he digs a nail in a little more, scratching that shape into being. it's an eye, of course.]
-kinda wish I had nails like Despair, that'd make this a lot easier...
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How are you taking them, then?
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That one might want to move...more intimately, in the direction of getting to know each other better.
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[it's a little more of a murmur, because he doesn't really want to pull away? a little closer, and he's definitely just settling himself in their lap now.]
You know. If-- if you're interested.
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[Ryan. Ryan, please. Ryan. Please. Douman is definitely not going to do anything to dissuade him, instead letting out a pleased rumble of a noise.]
Of course. Though one wonders if you're comfortable as you are here. [They kiss the side of Ryan's neck.] I'm not picky, myself.
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[he sounds distracted, though, paying a little more attention to... well. the attention.]
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In the void like this? This priest will not judge.
[boys can you like. not bang in the void, please.]
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[he's wearing pants under the robes, for the record! he really did just think they meant the positioning though. lord. i hate him please understand.]
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[Ryan.]
[Anyways, that just makes Douman let out a peal of laughter.]
Concerned about my roommate? How ever so considerate.
[They just keep moving their hand up, giving a squeeze to the other's thigh.]
This place does seem rather empty, though.
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[he presses a little closer, there, leaning in to let his teeth graze their earlobe.]
-unless we get too distracted, I guess.
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[They let out a low noise at the teeth, fingernail of their thumb digging in slightly. Not to be outdone, their other hand slips under the robe and goes further, resting on the other's abdomen.]
Oh, don't worry. Being distracted should be the last thing on your mind, haha.
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[he's self-conscious about the eyes, okay.]
Also I am probably supposed to try not to.
[a little shiver runs through him at the touch, though, and he's just kind of. plucking at the fabric of douman's outfit. help, how does this work.]
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[They glance down at their. Extremely convoluted clown robes.]
Mmm. I shall help. Here.
[And reluctantly, they pull back a hand to untie the knot of fabric at their waist, tugging the sleeve of the green robes down to expose their chest and arms. Also look this outfit is horrible HOW DO YOU EVEN TAKE THIS OFF??]
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he's busy trying to pull the robe over his head when douman exposes themselves further, and he just kind of. flusters and gets his arms stuck partially out of the sleeves? he's barely peeking out of the mound of fabric, and he is trapped, looking like he kind of wants to die.
for the record though he is wearing a very cute oversized green sweater, so there's that. he's cute. but also trapped.]
Um. I think- can you just pull this up a little, please, and forget this ever happened--
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[In the same tone as one would say "oh, you" in an affectionate sort of tone - of course they'll help. After disrobing a bit more, they reach to tug the rest of the robe up and off. Before Ryan can do anything, Douman bends in for a quick peck to the nose.]
There. You're free as free can be!
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[he shrugs sheepishly, setting the robe carefully aside. while he ditches the pants, he leaves the sweater, fiddling with it a little nervously.]
I'm just, um, leaving this on, okay?
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[An odd choice, they think. Douman also shifts to move the rest of the robes down, fully exposing themselves. They shift to embrace the other, dark eyes glittering like gems.]
Are you concerned about eyes appearing there? You know I wouldn't mind...
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[he accepts the embrace, but his arms are still wrapped around himself a little, like he's making sure they don't try to remove it anyway.]
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[And they lean in, placing a deep kiss against the other's neck, murmuring:]
I hope one day, I will see all you have to offer. My Envy.
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Yours, huh.
he smiles fondly, at that, and keeps that same smile as he continues.]
Hey, is there anyone else?
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[A glance up at his face, with those dark, dark eyes.]
What do you mean?
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[his tone's still casual, curious, but he's watching them intently again.]
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[Which is the truth.]
Medb is my Master, but...it is only a role between Servant and Master. She expects obedience and loyalty, and I must provide. [And a slight rueful smile.] Huhuhuhu. Even if I know she isn't my true Master in the first place.
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[still totally casual! but they don't sound surprised at all, or seem to find this new information.]
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[And they reach up, capturing Ryan's chin between thumb and forefinger.]
I say such things about you because if you are truly a representation of that part of me, that covets and desires what one must not have, then you know me much better than anyone else. And I know you better than anyone else. We have been friends for a long time.
[They smile.]
And...you know, that man knows you better than anyone else. However! In the end, I have yet to know you as a person that stands separate from me. You are my Envy, but are you my Envy, hm? Tell me that.
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[he hums, idly tracing a shape on douman's shoulder.]
Your envy, my envy, everyone else's-- I wouldn't really say I'm only related to one of those? We all share the same sin, so in a way, I'm the avatar of all of it.
[he digs a nail in a little more, scratching that shape into being. it's an eye, of course.]
-kinda wish I had nails like Despair, that'd make this a lot easier...
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