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

[ 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?

[That's interesting, a part of Levity's mind notes, the part that's trying desperately to find other things to think about than what's going on. So he can touch Absinthe if he's not struggling - is it that he can discern intent? Or is it simply that he can't be hurt here?

Experimentally, he tries to slide his hand up Absinthe's arm, his touch still careful.]

Y-Yes, as a matter of fact. I would not have thought that pressure to a wound would feel pleasant, normally.

[He does tense under Absinthe's touch on his bare skin, as though afraid. Which, frankly, he is.]

[ his arm is solid, to -- and so are his nails, unfortunately, as he presses them against the scar that was left on him before, digging roughly into Levity's skin. it hurts but there's the same pleasure that strikes in equal measure. ]

Mm. I'm wondering .. what you think of my tastes.

[Oh we hate this. The more painful touch makes Levity remember the blade sliding into him effortlessly, the pain of it and Somnus's little chuckle. He wants to--needs to get away, he doesn't want to remember--]

A-Are they yours or your brother's?!

[Struggling is pretty useless, he knows, but squirms nonetheless, trying to push away the hand on his stomach.]

[ one of those invisible hands shoots up for Levity's throat, grabbing him and gripping him tightly, near-choking with the force of it. ]

Do not dare compare him and I.

[fun time!!!!! If Levity thought he was scared before, now he's terrified. While Somnus did kill him, it was at least more or less swift; he has a feeling he won't be allowed that luxury here if he makes this Absinthe angry.

Realizing his own helplessness is a terrible feeling, but even worse is realizing that he's too afraid to say or do anything more.

Levity screws his eyes shut, trying to breathe as shallowly as possible to keep at least some air in his lungs.]

I-I don't... want... to compare you--

[--but he's certainly being as sadistic as Somnus, isn't he.]

Then do not.

[ it's a command, and there's 1 more firm squeeze of his neck before he lets go, petting the side of Levity's face. his tone switches in an instant; in one second enraged beyond words, the next sickly-sweet again. ]

You understand, don't you?

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