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hacker plot » un: killjoy (nsfw)

[motivation]

i want you between my legs

[ attached: one (1) image ]

un: mortician;

[maledictation]

Yes please.

Those are very cute hems.

[motivation]

[ she didn't send this. but hells, she can roll with it. wants to. ]

is fashion really what you want to be focusing on right now?

[maledictation]

I think not. Just felt I ought to acknowledge my luck, you know.

You've got pretty eyes, pretty thighs. Other things that don't rhyme.

[motivation]

gonna put your mouth on what doesn't rhyme?

[maledictation]

Seems very appealing.

But I'm just now catching up on the latest news and realizing your original text may not have been intended for me.



I am a bit presumptuous, aren't I?

Letter

[arkbound]

[ It's during the time they're at the fort, when Dominic leaves the note on the mat where Ambrose sleeps. It's folded and labeled on the outside with his name ]

The last time we spoke, I was wrong. I wasn't willing to acknowledge it then, but I owe you an apology for my words. I was close-minded, and I'm sorry.

No response is necessary, and I'm well aware that you do not owe me your forgiveness.

Sincerely,

Text - un: kingmaker

[kuroi_taiyo]

[ Look, if Ambrose doesn't recognize Judar's username by now, there's a problem. Though the magi has been quiet for a while, after their last 'date.' But after the Finder apps updated, it seemed like a good enough time. ]

We should meet. Catch up and stuff.

[ Something with an address attached. A place in the Up again, instead of whatever Down apartment he was squatting in for a while.This one's even been through some improved redesign on the inside. ]

text; un: mortician

[maledictation]

[it takes ambrose a moment or five to locate the address on the maps available on the local internet. hmm. a very handsome and atmospheric place. though the aesthetic doesn't quite remind ambrose of the young sub himself-- perhaps his dominant?]

I'd be delighted to come over.

Would you like me to bring anything? Something sweet, perhaps? Something magic?

[kuroi_taiyo]

[ Ambrose will have the chance to see just how much it suited the Dominant. Though, while Judar was very fashionable for how he designed himself, in all the places he's been staying, the magi has proven to not think much on the aesthetic of decor. Partially for the whole 'squatting' thing. ]

Can't say I'd really say no to either. Though I think I'd like to have a clearer memory of whatever magic you bring along.

[maledictation]

What, do you not fancy magical intoxicants anymore? Bewitching beverages?

[there is so much to fancy.]

[kuroi_taiyo]

Sure I do. I wanna remember it though

[ It's sad, given there's a good chance he woke up with a wine hangover. That's the worst hangover. ]

December 25th

[capturingeternity]

[A few hours after Ambrose leaves his gift, a small box appears at his bedroom door wrapped in festive red paper. It comes with a note attached that reads, hand-penned in black ink:]

I have no magick for you, but wear this on your next liaison (and any going forward) and I promise they won't be able to keep their hands off of you.

-Dorian

[Inside the box is a small crystal cologne bottle filled with a tawny coloured blend that Dorian has specially mixed for him. Amber accord, sweet vetiver, tonka bean, and frankincense with just a drop of pomegranate.]

VOICE.

[hexploits]

[ Some time after this. ]

Ambrose, do you know what "the Beatles" are?

shrieking!!

[maledictation]

Yes. I think so, based on your grammar and the context, any rate.

At least back in our world, they were an extremely popular group of musicians among the mortals. Loads of listens on Spotify, and quite a bit of the old, debatably pretentious culture of 'vinyl' was built on them. Why do you ask?

😌

[hexploits]

A mortal asked me about "Dear Prudence" and then tried to sing it at me. [ Not to... at. ] You know mortal things, so I wondered if you'd heard of it.

[maledictation]

[what's the distinction. ambrose chooses not to ask, he suspects she will get cranky.]

I have. I think it's pretty. Very romantic.

[who is this mortal.]

What did you think about it?

[hexploits]

[ Prudence still doesn't really care for texting, but the problem with this being voice is that she can't huff around the point too long without it being somewhat obvious. She considers her response carefully. ]

I think I'd rather hear you sing it to me instead. [ Smooth. As. Butter. ] Maybe then I'll be more willing to believe that my mother might have named me for some tragic mortal love song. If it's really as romantic as you say.

a note;

[occultatum]

We're exorcising a remaining element of Satan out of my blood on Friday night, witching hour, Gray Room. Your presence and knowledge are both requested.

Scratch.

a prompt response;

[maledictation]

What the Heaven. Here I was beginning to worry I'd become a romantic, reading too much into things between the two of you.

I'll be there. My best,



A. Spellman.

text; un: tribrid

[cosmicmistake]

hey, with all the weird killer stuff going on, how would you feel about taking off to a friend's beach house for a bit?

text;

[maledictation]

I can't say I was worried, with the two of us armed as we are, but I cannot turn down an opportunity for a beach vacation.

Who's your lovely friend?

[cosmicmistake]

I knew you'd keep me safe ;)

Friend of the family. Name's Damon. He's my boss at Subversion.

[maledictation]

I really like that place. Your boss is a clever bloke. Be nice to meet the man behind the business. Or at least get a load of how he decorates at home.

When do we go?

[cosmicmistake]

I told him he'd love you.

As soon as we can pack a bag.