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"Arthur Inkwell here.
I've no earthly idea how this thing is supposed to work, but leave me a message if you're so inclined. I'll retrieve it at some point or another!"

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[velluminous]

It plays in my mind as though it were me.

[inklongdry]

Oh, my sky...

[ He curls his arms around her to pull her close. ]

That is her doing, too.

[velluminous]

She uses me like puppet, makes me feel everything—my horn, broken. My hand... [ nearly ripped from her wrist, she can't stop seeing it in her mind's eye ] I am being apologizing all day, I wish—

[ stops herself, for a moment seething again. no. no. no, she doesn't wish that. ]

[inklongdry]

[ He winces a little. Clearly things got so much worse after he first encountered her. He should have gone back for her. He... gods, that does no one any good now, does it? He was hardly in any condition to go another round with her oni. ]

You wish-?

[velluminous]

[ if she has her way, he will never know how bad it got. how many people she hunted, how many people just left her, and how many fought back with the real intent to kill if they had to.

that's what she keeps saying she wanted, but the reality of it is not so cut and dry. she's always going to remember the crunch of her arm as Ruggie bit it in two. she's always going to remember Lotor's face twisted up in an intensity of spite she never before ascribed to him. she's always going to remember Alec Brennan's fucking arm around her throat. ]

I wish she never looked at anyone but me. I am sick of swallowing my words to let everyone else say what they think.

[inklongdry]

[ Would that she were that fortunate. Arthur's own possession has been almost a non-issue since he got here, but he realizes he's one of the lucky ones. ]

My sky... have you not the coins for an exorcism? Mayhap it would be better to be rid of her completely.

[velluminous]

[ a vein in her jaw flickers, abject ]

Arthur, do you think Basilisk wins enough tokens for that?

[inklongdry]

... How many would you need?

[ As if it weren't obvious, he's ready to donate to the cause. ]

[velluminous]

More than I would have you give. No, Arthur.

[inklongdry]

And why not? You know I would give you everything I have and more if it would free you from her grasp.

[ He's got the coins, girl. Let him do it! ]

[velluminous]

I know! But I can't.

[ she takes his face in her hands, smoothing and coddling, to make him look at her.

or.... to make herself look at him. ]

Do you understand it? If I let her go, then she is out there again. Perhaps something worse will fill me. I can control her. I will.

[inklongdry]

[ He does look at her, blue eyes searching her face, looking to understand why she does what she does.

And ultimately, he may not like her reasoning, he does understand it. ]

Very well, my sky. But know the offer is open if you should change your mind.

[velluminous]

[ not even she can say why she does what she does. you simply have to decide whether she is worth enduring it. ]

I have hated this day. We do not speak of her any more. Let her rot in back of my mind.

[inklongdry]

[ Then that's no choice at all. She has ever been worth it. ]

Speak of who? [ A gentle tease. He leans in to kiss her again, brief but sweet. ] Then what might make this day better for you? I am yours to command.

[velluminous]

[ too good to her. she thumbs his cheeks indulgently. ]

Shoulder massage.

[inklongdry]

[ A smile. ]

As my lady wishes. Turn around for me.

[velluminous]

For you, Arthur.

[inklongdry]

For me? If I recall, I was asking what I could do for you.

[velluminous]

[ she knows.

cups his nape and leans up so she can speak very close to one of those cute ears of his. this is a deliberate act of rebellion, to act with levity, to pretend sarcasm. much as what Sholmes did for her, she wants to do for him.

breathed, ] I want you to let me feel you shiver beneath my hands.

[inklongdry]

[ Ah. Well. That does send a little shiver down his spine. ]

Right here in the common room? Feeling bold, aren't we?

[velluminous]

Bold for me, but not for you?

[inklongdry]

I said "we", did I not?

[velluminous]

[ when he looks at her like that, her entire body tingles. primly, Sprezzatura lifts up and slides from his lap, with some reluctance. she doesn't go far—one hand rests lightly upon his wrist, even once she's settled to the side. I love you. ]

Take pillow and sit on floor. You are too tall.

[inklongdry]

[ He seems to understand her little gesture, and smiles warmly in response. One ear flicks in her direction. I love you, too. ]

'Tis not my fault.

[ But he dutifully does as told, taking a seat on the floor in front of the couch. ]

[velluminous]

[ I love you, I love you, I love you!

this domesticity hardly feels real. Arthur, gentle and gorgeous, hardly feels real. once he settles, she spreads her legs and reaches out to him for his shoulder rub—and presses her nose into his hair instead.

it smells nice... ]