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19 January 2025 @ 08:49 pm
 
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Interested right now in in heat and taboo meme. I'll let you know if there's something I'm not interested in playing!!

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[personal profile] foreverblind on January 20th, 2025 06:14 am (UTC)
cw: dubcon, altered states, and an incubus
[ basil's not like his other meals, is he?

for one thing, this isn't the first time he's met him. sure, he's dated around, kept a few girls at arm's length - but those are cover stories more than anything else, proof that he's just a normal guy. the girls he actually feeds on? it's a one time thing, fuck and forget. can't afford the chance one will remember things like wings or horns or a fucking tail popping out in the throes of passion.

for another, well- he usually feeds on girls. force of habit, right? simple as that. can't even say it's about who's attractive and who's not, because as far as he's concerned it's not much different than a burger and fries. if he can get them off - not much of a question - he can get his fill, and they can both go about their lives none the wiser. but it's just what an incubus does, right? they pick up lonely women, not freaked out teens who have never gotten high before. that's how the stories go.

but most importantly-

most importantly, there's a tantalizing taste at the back of his tongue every time he's near the kid. one that takes him a few days to identify: fear, pure and simple. a level of terror that goes past anxiety and into something else altogether.

it's a strong, pungent taste. rich, acidic, oily. makes him want more. ]

Like that. [ he exhales, lets out the smoke he's been holding in. it gathers, coils, drops down to the small table before them. ] See? Breathe in, hold, breathe out. About as simple as it gets.

[ he reclines on the couch next to basil, splayed out in utter relaxation, legs kicked up onto the coffee table. some show's on in the background - some cartoon he's seen before, probably, he can't be bothered to pay attention. basil - and the emotions radiating off of him like candy - are more interesting by far. ]

Go on, already. [ he hands the piece over, a faint cherry still held in the bowl. ] Give it a shot.
[personal profile] photographists on January 26th, 2025 08:32 am (UTC)
( The meeting had been by chance. Not that bullying was anything new to Basil, mind you. Normally, he'd be left fending for himself one way or another. It's what he's grown used to, except for the few times that someone would step in. The person in question who had done so this time was someone he had meant to simply thank and say good bye to, but one thing had lead to another. And, while Basil isn't sure that he'd call this a friend, the last time he had spent time with someone else like tis is when he had friends.

For a moment, he's simply watching him, fingers intertwining together nervously, tightly. Anxiety wasn't anything new to him, but there's a newfound fear in the possibility of befriending someone new -- the terror in remembering past trauma and what this might mean for him.

He's tense when he takes what's offered to him, mouth pressing together tightly. )

Uhm -- ( He wants to say no, but he also doesn't have it in him to refuse either. Maybe just... doing this once would be enough to satisfy him.

So, he attempts to copy exactly as the other had done, bringing it to his lips and breathing in, attempting to hold his breath--

And coughing shortly after, bringing his hand to his mouth as he recoils a bit, quickly handing it back to Andrew. ) S-Sorry.

( There wasn't anything to apologize for. Force of habit at this point. )