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...
[It takes a moment for Douman to realize that they're being marked - their dark eyes glint, looking over at the movement of the other's hand. But even as they shudder, they make no move to stop him.]
Ahhhh. [Their grin widens, revealing sharp fangs.] I see, I see. Marking me as your own? But we have only just begun. You desire to have me that much, mm?
[They let go of Ryan's chin, moving to scratch a line against the jawline, mouth opening and closing with teeth clacking, like an animal in a cage catching the scent of food.]
Is this your way of saying you want to be my Master?
[he admits that easily, nails digging a bit harder. he can't easily draw blood, but this will definitely leave a mark.]
That's only natural, right? If you're aligned to me, and if we're doing this, then of course I'd want something like that. I don't want anyone else to be the same as me, to you.
[Ever so nervous, and eager to please, but oh, so full of desire.]
[It vaguely reminds them of the man buried deep inside. I want, I want, I want, and I can't have. They've heard this song before.]
You are not, and will not be the same as anyone else. But you must realize something, mmm? [A hiss at the digging in of nails, but they're already leaning forward.] This must be a path that opens two ways. Because I don't want you to be this way with anyone else, either.
[And they bite down, without warning, on the base of Ryan's neck, sucking a pretty mark into the skin.]
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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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Ahhhh. [Their grin widens, revealing sharp fangs.] I see, I see. Marking me as your own? But we have only just begun. You desire to have me that much, mm?
[They let go of Ryan's chin, moving to scratch a line against the jawline, mouth opening and closing with teeth clacking, like an animal in a cage catching the scent of food.]
Is this your way of saying you want to be my Master?
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[he admits that easily, nails digging a bit harder. he can't easily draw blood, but this will definitely leave a mark.]
That's only natural, right? If you're aligned to me, and if we're doing this, then of course I'd want something like that. I don't want anyone else to be the same as me, to you.
[you've met them twice envy shut the fuck up.]
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[Ever so nervous, and eager to please, but oh, so full of desire.]
[It vaguely reminds them of the man buried deep inside. I want, I want, I want, and I can't have. They've heard this song before.]
You are not, and will not be the same as anyone else. But you must realize something, mmm? [A hiss at the digging in of nails, but they're already leaning forward.] This must be a path that opens two ways. Because I don't want you to be this way with anyone else, either.
[And they bite down, without warning, on the base of Ryan's neck, sucking a pretty mark into the skin.]