idolpro | ABSINTHE'S HEART GAME - OUT OF TIME SESSION

[ There's no reply. There's no light anymore, either -- the exit itself has been swallowed by darkness. There's only moving forward.

As you descend deeper, the wild oats are no longer crushed underfoot, as if whatever was pushing them down is gone. They’re fresh and knee-high, brushing against you as you walk … in fact, it almost seems like they’re moving towards as you walk blindly in the darkness.

The hunger only increases. And there’s suddenly the sensation of fingertips, crawling along your cheeks like little trickles of water.

You shouldn’t be here. You’re misbehaving, invading on someone’s privacy like this.

The sensation goes to the sides of your neck, almost tender, if it weren’t for the inherent offness of invisible hands touching you. ]

Edited 2021-02-01 06:25 (UTC)

[Hmmm! Well, the exit disappearing isn't all that surprising. It was the same in the other places, after all - the field he could only get out of by dying, and in the dungeon it was Absinthe himself who let him out. He moves onwards. The presence of the growing grass is almost soothing, even if Levity has to keep reminding himself that this is something unwelcome in Absinthe's heart. But he can't help liking nature.

He startles at the sudden touch, waking up from the monotonous feeling of walking, spins around--but there is no one, yet he still feels the touch that leaves him unsettled for some reason.]

I tried to see if I could go back, but I couldn't.

[That's worth pointing out, isn't it.]

Absinthe, is it you?

[ There's no yes or no -- but there's a laugh. It's absolutely Asbinthe's voice, but it doesn't sound as if it's from any particular location. Instead it sounds like it's from all around you, surrounding you much like the darkness.

You're being pushed, abruptly -- again by some invisible force. To your knees. The wild oats seem to weigh you down if you try to stand. ]

[DISLIKING THIS, BUT STILL HOPING FOR?? A MORE PEACEFUL RESOLUTION?

Levity grunts in surprise as he's forced down, struggles instinctively - and the nascent panic only rises as he realizes that he's not allowed to get up.]

Absinthe, I'm sorry for intruding, but I need to help you!

[ An more sincere apology is in order, is it not?

If part of Absinthe's heart was kind to him before -- this part seems less so. There's a teasing, sadistic thrill to the tone of the voice around him, an invisible hand cupping his chin and tipping it up. ]

[Uh oh!! Even Levity is not exactly so dumb as not to see where this might be going. In addition to the hunger, anxiety churns his stomach, and he has to put effort into keeping his breathing more or less even.]

You know I do not make a habit of lying.

[ And how long have we known each other, hmm?

There's doubt there that Absinthe would not usually have, with him. And the more Levity kneels in the oats the more that hunger grows.

Levity's balance tips further, still, as he's pushed back from his knees into his back -- falling in to the wild oats, a pressure on his chest keeping him from straightening. ]

Edited 2021-02-01 07:00 (UTC)

[Disliking this!! Both the treatment and the growing hunger! Levity grunts as he's pushed back, his breath picking up in panic. Still, in a sense, the hunger helps... well, steel him. Or at least be less afraid and more angry.]

O-Only all my conscious life?

[Like, that's not wrong. Levity has known Absinthe since nearly day one.]

That is still hardly long.

[ Absinthe murmurs, and those invisible hands are lifting up to touch the side of Levity's face -- stroking him again. again, too, it's something that might have been comforting if it were not for the context. ]

Don't worry, though. I'll be light on you.

[He really doesn't know how to feel about this - the anxiety isn't abating in the slightest, his heart beating nervously. True, there's always a hint of excitement whenever he's with Absinthe, but this feels... off.

The hunger really, really isn't helping.

Levity swallows, throat bobbing nervously, looks aside--well, not like he could look at Absinthe anyway, but.]

I... haven't seen anything here yet. I could still--go back, so that I'm not intruding anymore... I'd ask D.Va not to come here, too.

[Unfortunately, though...]

...as long as you aren't the source of all--this.

Ah, but I had assumed you would be interested. Isn't that right? Aren't you curious?

[ Absinthe's voice is taunting -- his thumb pressing up against the corner of his lips, invisible still. ]

Is there not part of you that wants for this?

[Don't @ him. Levity's breath grows a little ragged with fear.]

...A part is not all of me. We've talked about this. Safe environment and willing participation.

[He does have the feeling this version of Absinthe isn't going to listen much, but. He's trying.]

You are unwilling? Do you not feel safe?

[ what could possibly be unsafe about this! ]

[What indeed!!!]

Another... part of you said some of you might want to hurt me. Am I to ignore your own words?

Have I hurt you yet?

[ "I" being nebulous, here. Levity still won't be able to see anything -- but he'll be able to feel the warmth of this "Asbinthe" as he leans in closer, smell the sickly-sweet scent of him as he presses a kiss to the line of his jaw. ]

[Hmmm!!! Unfortunately, this man is a sub, and it's true Absinthe hasn't actually done anything bad to him yet. Does Somnus count?

Levity swallows harshly. More distracting than the kiss is the warmth and the scent of him - not exactly the most appetizing, but... better than nothing...

Oh, that's not a good thought. Levity tries to get some semblance of control over himself.]

If Somnus is not part of you... you might have bruised my knees a little there.

[Half jokes!!! To pretend this is fine!!]

[ this is fine (tm)! there's a low laugh, and he's not really checking to see if Levity's okay with it before he kisses him -- rough and hard. it's a similar level of roughness to when they had sex before, albeit with a far different context, considering. ]

[This is so fine, if by fine you mean borderline noncon! Levity doesn't usually mind the roughness, but the problem is that he usually trusts Absinthe to stop if he asked. Which isn't what's happening here. Levity makes a protesting noise, tries to push the invisible Absinthe away, if that's even possible.]

[ it's not possible -- when Levity tries to exert force it's as if his hand is going through air, tackling something intangible. there's a rough nip at his lower lip as if in response to the roughness, even. ]

[This is cool and fine! Levity only panics further at realizing he can't even do anything to retaliate, apart from speaking - which isn't exactly an option when his mouth is kept busy. He makes a pained noise at that bite, digging his hands into the ground instead to relieve the panic somewhat. Does he really have no choice here but to let Absinthe do whatever he wants?]

[ this is cool, and fine!!

there doesn't seem to be any resistance, at the moment -- but ...

the hunger that's intensified as Levity's walked further and further in seems to be responding to the touch. there's something inside you that craves this, isn't there? it's terrible, it's awful, but there's a sensation that something in Levity feels as if it needs this. ]

[YEAH LOVING THIS REACTION SURE WHY NOT!!!

The sudden nascent desire scares Levity even more than Absinthe's disregard for his consent. It's so similar to the earlier hunger, and just as hard to ignore or push down. In panic he struggles some more, but a lot more aimlessly this time, as though he doesn't know what he's trying to do or why, his heart thundering in his ears. In addition to everything, it's getting harder to breathe.]

See?

[ he murmurs, as if he can tell how Levity is feeling -- the sensations coming over him. well, he may in part be able to tell due to him knowing exactly what's happening here.

there's a bit at his jaw, too-playful considering what's going on, before he kisses at his neck -- and his free hand skims down Levity's stomach, presses against the place so recently he had been stabbed. it'll feel pleasant when he does. ]

[Levity shudders, chest moving rapidly with his hurried breath. It's wrong, so wrong that this feels good, and that's terrifying in itself.

A part of him is sure that it would have been better if he hated this through and through.

He tries to hold onto the invisible hand on his stomach - but weakly, as though he can't bring himself to push it away.]

Is this... Is this how you feel, too?..

[sir are you a masochist]

[ he can feel a grip then -- though he can't see anything still, he can still wrap his hand around something solid.

there's a warm chuckle against Levity's skin, close to his face, as he pushes his shirt up. ]

What? Pleasure?

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