— villainy wears many masks

[somatosensory]

WHO: aristaeus & others
WHERE: around the netherworld
WHEN: month of october
WHAT: catch-all
WARNINGS: will update as needed!

NOTES: Starters will be in the comments. Feel free to hit me up at resurrectionist or at the event planning comment for plotting.

LINKS

• CR MEME
• OOC PLOTTING
• PERMISSIONS
• OPT-IN/OUT
• IC INBOX

WILDCARD OPTIONS

CR: OPEN TO ALL; GEN-FAVOURED OFFERING:

• KNOCK ON WOOD - General woodland encounters; he'll be escorting/teaming up with Johanna (exilire) but the woods are tricksy so it'll be easy to run into people. BONUS: Monster encounters
• GO BIG OR GOURD HOME - Feast and Harvest Hunt meet-cutes. For the Feast, I'm interested in: grablenuts, will-o-the-whiskey and elysium particularly. For the Hunt, he'll probably be the hunter.
• PARADE - No solid plans. He'd be really pressed about body-swapping.
• WAYWARD SUN - Quite probably going to try to fight the Horseman to be honest.

© tessisamess

Comments

[somatosensory]

( he nods. it's the answer he'd expected — and, disappointed as he might be, he is prepared.

he doesn't remove his fingers so much as he shifts their position, moving away from her jaw to slip into her hair. )

Shame. Well — ( the grip tightens, sharp enough to hurt. that tiny thorn of pain magnifying and magnifying until it overwhelms her senses entirely. ) — I did offer.

[telepathy]

[ she doesn't cry out. she never does, when she's in pain. a cry of pain anticipates a response, and she has long foregone that delusion. no one has ever been around to hear her shouts, and eventually, they had stopped coming.

but the lancing pain is so sudden that anyone else might also not even have the chance to. rather, her eyes shoot wide, chin tilted up by the grip of his hand in her hair. and then her brain clamps down on the feeling, like some kind of emergency shut-down procedure.

she slumps into him, head lolling to the side as unconsciousness sets in. ]

[somatosensory]

( she goes quietly in the end. this surprises him more than it should — he has some idea now of the life she'd lived. she was no stranger to pain, certainly. so he hadn't held back.

he gathers her into his arms. tucks her head into the crook of his neck. has she lost weight? he can't quite remember how it had been the last time he held her.

it's another thing that will need to be dealt with. but that's okay. they have plenty of time. )