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telepathic message

[opheliac]

[a thought seem to be coming through from... somewhere.]

Why am I feeling like this? This is good! This is what I wanted. I had to break the cycle, and...now I'm here. Everything is great! Everything is how it should be.

... So why do I feel like shit?

[pointedlook]

[ Well, this seems like walking the knife's edge to reply. He's still not 100% sure of how Jinx will react to things—mostly, he doesn't want to add to the distress she's already in a spiral over.

Also, the whole telepathy thing still creeps him out a bit. Worth a shot in replying, though. ]

Miss Hot Topic?

[vocalistyodels]

[Old man tries this fancy murmur talking thing with someone specific in mind. He never did get his name, but really is he one to talk? Projecting sassy map giver thoughts over the murmur for a connection-]

You wouldn't've ever been in a cult would ya?

[pointedlook]

[ Oh. This is unexpected, but hardly unwelcome. ]

I'm not even religious, so, no. Why?

telepathic message; around week 4

[opheliac]

Muffin, you know a lot of shit about what's going on around here, right? The Ins and Outs?

[pointedlook]

I try to keep up, generally. Why?

nov. week 4

[longwillows]

[As usual, her request for attention is heralded by the playful chiming of bells on the wind and the thickening scent of guava. Wherever Arthur might be, there's the warm sense of weight settling next to him, the swish of fox tails through the air.

Fondly:] Hey, high roller.

Think I've come up with something for my special trinket.

[pointedlook]

[ As if carried on the Santa Ana winds, the playful shimmer of bells catches his attention first. Right on its heels is the ripe and familiar scent of fruit. Just as her weight seems to settle next to his, he's already leaning his shoulder up against hers. ]

High roller, huh? You've never seen me play craps.

[ Of course, he knows that isn't what she's getting at. It's amusing all the same. ] What did you land on, then?

Oct TDM overflows

[pointedlook]

> captcha
> and nobody liked that

yes these are happening in december,

IGNIS

[pointedlook]

>from here<

[ Honestly, even with the lack of particulars, Ignis has gotten pretty close. He's impressed.

So, perhaps because of that–or maybe due to the well-crafted question–he indulges the curiosity some more. ] Debatable, if a vase or a music device is more useful. That all depends on the angle, doesn't it?

[ A rhetorical question, to duck right under the compliment. Over their tenuous connection, though, there's a sense of acknowledgment. Beyond that, Arthur presses on. ]

It can only use something I've heard, since it's drawing on my memories as the library. I picked what it's currently playing, since it seemed fitting and was less likely to draw unwanted attention.

JAYCE

[pointedlook]

>from here<

[ Jayce snorts at his commentary, a short sound colored in bitter amusement. At his mention of it being close to the truth, Arthur tilts his head curiously, trying to decide which one cut on the quick. ]

About the research or the universe? [ He supposes that last one made more sense in the context, but he eyes the drink–Jayce is clearly in possession of his faculties, for the most part. The alcohol could be impacting the clarity, though.

And maybe, he doesn't want to presume about a story he only knows a portion of. ]

SUBARU

[pointedlook]

>from here<

[ People make monsters of what they can't let go of.

Those words pierce like a knife and fog his lungs; the blackened smoke of a raging fire. Tinny bells fill his hearing, as if a gunshot's gone off too close, and the dance stops abruptly. In front of him is Subaru, surely, the dark of his hair an unmistakable color.

Whether it was his words or his talent or the dream space itself, it's almost as if he can see the menacing curve of Mal's shade, achingly beautiful and terrifying all at once.

(He feels the brush of her lips against his cheek, the muzzle of a pistol against his temple, and he's falling, falling, falling–)

The gramophone skips along with the spike of his pulse and he lets out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, shaking his head to try and clear the double vision. ]

Grief can make someone their own monster. [ Isn't that right, Cobb? ]

KALMIYA

[pointedlook]

>from here<

[ It shouldn't surprise him that Kalmiya is thorough in her exploration. Nor is she shy about how she chases the source of the slick with her tongue, laving a hot line along his inner thigh and then upwards. Even with his anticipation of the motion, the firm lick she traces over his hole has him gasping, arousal a near-electric sizzle across his nerves.

Shock sees him pulling away at first, soon replaced by an eager rock of his hips into the greedy push of her mouth. Her moans reverberate through him, sinking to the bone, as sharp and welcome as the dig of her claws. The hand on her neck slips upwards, fingers taking a fistful of curls as he pushes towards each lick and nuzzle.

He only releases his hold a bit when she adjusts, the strong span of her hands holding his hips still. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he thinks he might be able to throw her off, if needed. But, that's secondary to the throb of pleasure he gets from having the control wrested from his hands. Kalmiya slides her gaze up to him, a predatory sharpness to it that opposes the glaze of his own when he meets her eye. Underneath the usual whirr and click of his tether is a low beat; the rush of blood in his veins, the hazy heat of a fever. ]

Fuck, Kalmiya, please–

LORTEL

[pointedlook]

>from here<

december (tether ping w/ arthur & sharon) 👻

[opheliac]

We're breaking up.

[ a small sentence will breeze through between arthur and sharon, possibly making it hard to decipher if the message is for arthur or for sharon. but given that there's some strange three-way tether link between them, it could be quite possible the announcement is for the two of them.

what does she mean by "breaking up"? does it mean by breaking their tether bond? can't be that since everything is still intact, no sign of their threads being tampered with or damaged in any way. it's strong as ever if anything. then does she mean their friendship? if so, why? did something happen? why would she call off her friendship with them when between the three, jinx is the clingest? ]

[ clearly, this deserves an explanation, but whenever arthur or sharon attempt to inch closer to their thread to jinx, there's a sensation of getting forcefully shoved away, preventing them to come any closer. it happens each time they get a little too close. ]

[merged]

[ One small sentence sends a ripple of confusion through her, followed almost immediately by a spike of alarm. She can tell the message is not meant for her alone. She can feel Arthur's steady presence there as well, solid and grounding, which only deepens the confusion. Then she forces herself to steel. The confusion dulls, the alarm tucks itself away, and she focuses on what matters right now.

There are multiple people from Jinx's world in the dream. Vander and Silco, at the very least, the only two she knows for certain. That leaves only one conclusion she can reasonably draw. Jinx would never sever a connection because of Vander. He doesn't strike her as that kind of man. But... ]

Is this because of Silco? [ The question snaps out sharper than she intends, a thin edge of betrayal threading through the tether. They had spoken about this. Jinx had said she would speak to him, that she would sort it out. ]

jan. week 4ish (SO NSFW)

[longwillows]

[It is a good thing that, for the most part, Kalmiya doesn't have neighbors.

She's never particularly quiet with a partner, but there are certainly degrees. Vocal, loud, and loud. It was an easy crest over the latter by the time she started to feel any kind of fatigue, which naturally meant she had to keep going, because it's not exactly a matter of convenience to be fucked to exhaustion in apocalyptic circumstances. In for a copper, in for a platinum—she does so hate to waste an opportunity, and Arthur did promise at one point to make her cry.

Not an easy task, though there is moisture at the corners of her eyes as she lays stomach-down and catches her breath atop what remains of one of her pillows, now nearly gutted of its stuffing by the tear of unruly claws (before they'd been restrained.) Even her ears seem to wilt in her current boneless state, made pliable not only by the supernatural flexibility of her body but by her attentive partner's efforts to tire her out. Sting and strain that was previously localized has bloomed into a general all-over soreness, bone-deep and so, so satisfying.

The pillow is far from the only casualty. At some point the comforter had been shoved onto the floor in a colorful pile, sparing it the worst of the damage. Concealed within its folds are at least a few discarded implements of pleasure. The sheets, meanwhile, are pretty much done for, shredded in the few places where they still manage to cling to the mattress (which has a few holes of its own.) Though there's probably no laundry facility in all of Manhattan that could clean them adequately on such unsteady power, even if they weren't in pieces. But that's why you get more than one sheet set, right?

She's not in any clear hurry to free herself, despite her position still stretched and bent as her bindings demand of her, a weak tremor at the joints that bear the most weight. As is common for her in the afterglow, eventually her labored breathing gives way to laughter—quiet in her wrecked state but pure with gratification, a feeling that floods the tether beneath the current of the soft sound.]

[pointedlook]

[ Like many of their trysts, this one had started as a slow burn.

At the moment, he can't quite remember how the conversation started, only that he had a promise to keep: to leave Kalmiya teary with exhaustion. To that end, he'd managed to procure lengths of silk rope, something he'd also spent some time remembering the skills he'd picked up a few years ago. Because why participate in an activity without being prepared?

They'd warmed up with a couple toys–which are somewhere within the folds of the comforter, probably along with their clothes and an errant bottle of lube–and then they'd gotten a bit carried away as he'd worked on wringing three orgasms out of her. By the time she'd gotten sensitive enough for her leg muscles to start jumping at any touch, he'd gone through the almost ritualistic motions of binding her arms and then legs with intricate knots. After which he'd spent the next hour (or maybe two, he's not sure and doesn't really care what time it is) edging her to completion.

Ignoring the way his legs feel a bit like jelly, he'd gotten up to draw a hot bath, momentarily leaving Kalmiya to her blissed out state on the bed. She's quite the picture, he thinks, with an impossibly soft but amused quirk to his mouth; her blonde curls are all over, half of them plastered to a sweaty cheek. Her voluminous tails cover the wreckage of the sheets, though there are downy feathers dotting her fur and collecting in fluffy piles on the floor. Perching on the side of the bed, he sets a glass of water down on the bedside table before he begins unraveling all the loops of silk keeping her limbs still.

It is, thankfully, a faster process than tying them to begin with, and each new inch he uncovers, he gently rubs to help the circulation. When all the rope has been uncoiled from her person, he brushes her hair away from her face, peering down at her with warm curiosity. ]

Here, turn over and stretch out. Oh, and that's for you, no arguments. [ Arthur gestures to the water glass; after that much activity, she's going to need it. ]

the same time as the SHANX thread is going on

[opheliac]

( context: here )

[ between the back and forth of roller coaster emotions between the two girls, it's bound to be noticed by several people. and that's the downside of being tethered with someone, there's hardly any privacy but it's not entirely impossible, sure. with great concentration, one is able to not sense certain things. like all the sexing arthur's been doing, ew.

but in this case, the way sharon is exploding with so much raw emotions, it can't be missed, not by a long shot. jinx can't speak for her best friend's other tethers, she doesn't know who they are. but she knows one, at least, so she reaches out—thoughts burst in with haste. ]

It's okay. I got her.

[ not that she doesn't want arthur to comfort sharon and ask her what's wrong, surely her best friend will need more attention whenever jinx decides to go back home after rushing over. but right now? this very second? this is something that jinx feels only she can take care of—at least for this beginning part. ]

Feb 1st

[vixenish]

And where have you been, hm? I thought you were going to keep an eye on me.

[ teasing. ]

[pointedlook]

I've been— [ Trying not to die, coping with odd body changes, dealing with This Place. All perfectly valid points. He opts for something more generic, for now, since he'd rather not get into the rest. ] —busy. You didn't die, so I didn't need to come dig your corpse out of the subway tunnels and kick your ass.

[ That doesn't mean he's worried any less, though his relief at this conversation happening—including her teasing barb—is palpable. ] I take it you're more or less in one piece?

february | week 3

[hallowedly]

( Knock-knock. The most fragile of 'hello-world's. )

I recall you once enthusiastically volunteered to show me the good way to the hospital. I don't suppose that largesse extends to a map of the interior?

[pointedlook]

[ Oh, this guy. ]

The interior of the hospital? I remember most of it; the map itself was largely unreadable.

april | week 3

[hallowedly]

( The friendliest greeting that certainly doesn't belong in a Sleephattan fighting for its emotional life — )

Why, hello. Just my favourite person.

[pointedlook]

[ The response is, perhaps, a touch more tightly wound than is usual.

And by tightly wound: a spring, kept in place by the lid of sheer will, the corners of it eroding. Seishirou's interrupted a contemplative state—Kalmiya looks good in leather cuffs and a matching collar, afternoon sunlight slicing across the supine flex of her body. ]

Just cut to the chase, I'm busy.