[closed] hey get your knives out

[prozaic]

WHO: Shalem + others
WHERE: Mostly in the Gallows, but there's something happening in Mirth too.
WHEN: Event time!
WHAT: Shalem is in jail, then he's not. Then he needs to make some money.
WARNINGS: Shalem's Shadow amplifying his bloodlust, some PTSD, lots of poetic waxing about dark things. More tba

[ a catch-all for people i've plotted with. feel free to respond to my plotting comment if you'd like a thread! ]

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[prozaic]

Oh-- [shalem looks back up at his companion from his phone, finger hovering over the "play" button.] You're from a world that doesn't have such things, aren't you?

[this makes this difficult, since shalem will have to be creative in describing such things.]

Think of them as... a play, but the actors and crew are not restricted by just a single stage. They record themselves acting in a setting of their choosing, and move on to the next location, until they've finished their entire script and can release what they've recorded to the public.

An entirely different form of art, and wonderful for how accessible it is.

[with that, he taps the button and leans against leaks' shoulder, so they can watch the screen together. when they get past the credits of who helped make the movie, and in a language shalem can't read, they're greeted by a pair of teenaged girls, having a sleepover, watching baseball on a small tv, talking about a child who recently died, and the urban legend that supposedly killed him. about how a woman on the tv told him he would die after seven days, and so he did.]

[dissonyance]

No. We have stories passed down through book and speaking. Other artistic mediums are not popular or rarely seen.

[ but he's learning a lot already. hard to not be curious about the advanced technology and try to explore some of it himself. as he watches the movie with shalem, he curls an arm around the other's waist. he leans into him as well, feeling the side of his head touch shalem's. whatever this movie is about, it's particularly grisly, and despite the fact they only need to preview it... see the title, then deliver? they watch the entire thing. ]

... how curious. This tape they watched was a curse itself? Interesting.

[ very fascinating, as he allows his tail to now loosely hang against his future bonded. ]

If I were that spirit, I would have simply killed everyone right away.

[prozaic]

Now, now. We don't know this spirit's reasoning for a drawn-out horror. [shalem curls his tail around leaks', feeling brave.

then again, horror doesn't bother him much anymore, when his life could have been a horror movie-- his experiences in the castle could have been one in itself.]

Some of them linger for their own reasons.

[they don't even see either of the girls from the opening die, really. just a cut when things start getting spooky around one of them... and then the main characters change once more.]

Hmm. This movie, perhaps, isn't meant to be that scary?

[dissonyance]

[ oh, tails touching each other. what a strange sensation? shalem's has no fur but that's not unusual. neither did firi, but there was no incidental or purposeful tail interaction with them. he would've preferred death over being found canoodling with his former subordinate. ]

I suppose you are right, though I believe spirits should... move on when they can.

[ maybe they should sit? they are in a theatre, there's no lack of seats. so he pulls shalem along to the closest row and relaxes in one of them. ]

This is not particularly frightening. Then again, I am not perturbed by those who linger longer on the living plane than needed. Are you?

[prozaic]

[shalem's tail disengages from leaks' as he's tugged along-- fortunately, he had the presence of mind to pause the movie-- but he's quick to tuck the end of it around the furry feline tail once more when he's settled into a cushy theatre seat. it's a comfortable action for him, and comforting to boot. he can't feel the fur, but he can certainly feel the heat of it, the nice weight.

then he chuckles weakly, leak's question just... a splash of cold water over his shoulders.]

Ah... Those I am most afraid of... they're neither living nor dead. Is it truly living, if you have no mind of your own anymore?

[he's not expecting an answer. he already knows what his own opinions on such things are.]

You'll see them soon enough, among my tethers.

[dissonyance]

Living or dead, bodies will burn the same.

[ no fear. he's raised corpses before. leaning into shalem, leaks closes his eyes for a moment. just resting them. it's hard to stare at bright screens for long periods of time; he's not used to this in the slightest. ]

I suppose you will have to see mine as well. I did not have much in life. I do not seem to have much here, either.

[ tails gently entwining. what a somewhat relaxing gesture. ]

So... do not worry.

[prozaic]

[despite their similar heights, shalem slouches enough so he's resting his cheek against leaks' shoulder as he brings up his phone again to continue the movie. a mother and her young son, apparently, and dressed in black to attend a funeral.]

You don't have to explain any of them or what they mean, if you don't want to. We're about to encroach on each other's privacy, if I understand being mated correctly. You deserve to keep some secrets for yourself.

[dissonyance]

[ he's never been to a funeral before. in fact, the meaning of the scene is completely lost on him. he's also distracted by shalem--- in a good way, he thinks. it's better that leaks focuses on the other man and not the movie, even if they're supposed to be looking for something that'll indicate what kind of 'play' they're watching. ]

You deserve to know as much as you feel inclined.

[ because frankly, leaks is not a sore loser. he'll learn from his failures. ]

[prozaic]

[in this moment, shalem knows that the movie is no longer their focus. they're acting like it's not even playing, that they're just sitting against each other for the sake of it.

that's fine by him. leaks is comfortable.]

Ah, well... What is comfortable for you to share?

[dissonyance]

That... I do not dislike your presence.

[ actually, it's still somewhat uncomfortable to be this forward, but it's also the truth. he doesn't know all of shalem's struggles and though he'd like to say he could be a sufficient bulwark to what he's experienced and the fears that may come with them? it's only because he's weaponized those things. ]

You offer something that no one else can. I believe this.

[prozaic]

[shalem freezes, the only voluntary movement he makes for several seconds the stupid, silent blinking up at leaks.

when he finds his voice, he can't stop the questions.]

Why? What have I ever done for you? [hasn't shalem been the needy one all this time?]

[dissonyance]

You have offered me a small amount of familiarity here.

[ leaks' ears twitch as he looks into shalem's eyes with a hint of a smile. ]

And I do not want to lose that.

[prozaic]

Because we're both not like may of the others, hm? [a feline and a pythia-- shalem understands that, he's gotten used to the stares his tail gets on a daily basis.

shalem pauses the movie once more and sets his phone down on his thigh. no need for it anymore.]

I would not like to lose that either... It's nice, to see someone else with a nice tail after these months of seeing just plain skin. [rosa's tail is surely small and cute, but it's not proper to look at a lady's arse.]

[dissonyance]

No. We are not.

[ leaks blinks a few times, feeling warmth in his cheeks, eyes following the phone down to shalem's lap. no more of that movie. they're better off with each other as company. even if what they found isn't right... it was still worth something in the end. ]

My tail? You find that nice?

[ oh. hm... ]

[prozaic]

I can't feel your fur with my scales. [it's a little apologetic, and he shrugs.]

But it's warm, and a comfortable weight against mine. It may sound shallow, but that's enough for me.

[dissonyance]

[ he's quiet for a moment, not wanting to respond verbally. not yet, because it's true. a comfortable weight. that's what it is. something that doesn't put pressure on him. something that he'd probably miss if it was gone. ]

I... agree. Though, not to your point about shallowness.

[prozaic]

[shalem chuckles, and makes his tail waggle up and down, with leaks' fluff still wrapped up in it.]

That's too kind.

You're saying that because you feel the same.

[dissonyance]

[ no smiles, just a grunt and a huff. ]

You are right.

[ ugh! what a... unsettling sensation. not unpleasant though. ]

But I admit this under duress.

[prozaic]

Under duress? [perhaps leaks should not have said that, because shalem's smile has widened just a touch. still friendly, but now with a hint of mischief.]

How am I coercing you?

[the end of his tail wriggles, keeping both of them mostly still, but surely leaks will still be able to feel that.]

[dissonyance]

I think... you know.

[ he's embarrassed just thinking about smiling. feeling the corners of his lips rise just a little bit just because of someone else. ]

Come on. We should go, even if this is not what the man is looking for, I no longer care about the compensation...

[prozaic]

No, no, wait!

[shalem smushes his cheek against leaks' shoulder in a bid to keep him in his seat. he's not letting go of leaks' tail either, he's too comfortable with holding it in his own.]

Tell me?

[dissonyance]

Our tails are doing quite a bit of the talking.

[ as much as he'd like to push up and away from the cheek, he's not of the mindset to do something that would be this rude. especially to shalem. ]

I believe there are words that would best describe the kind of conversation...

[ he just doesn't have them in his mind right now. ]

[prozaic]

[is his tail sensitive, shalem has to wonder. are the tails of the furred races sensitive? to test, shalem slowly unwinds his tail from leaks', like the slithering of a serpent-beast.]

I can't think of a word, either, and I don't know what exactly you're thinking. [then he sits up properly, cricking his neck.]

But if you feel you're under duress, I'll have to just... pull it back some, hmm?

[dissonyance]

[ perhaps most cats have sensitive tails, but leaks would be more sensitive than others. not being around others... not having his own touched. so. in a way, he's not sure if he misses shalem's coiled his own right now. ]

... when we are out of this place, you may return your tail to where it was before.

[ leaks is trying not to melt into his seat. ]

If that is acceptable.

[prozaic]

Holding tails as we journey across the Tempest and the Shadowlands to our doors, hmm?

[shalem stuffs his phone into a pocket, and grabs leaks' wrist so they can finally get up and finish this mission.]

That sounds quite poetic. I never took you for such, Leaks.