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TDM #43
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It's discouraging to think how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit. Yet, solace is found in the lies we tell each other, comforted by the peace of knowing that we're not alone in our depravity, and once on this path, sin itself becomes the lesser of two evils masked in a cloud of normalcy. This is how Duplicity has functioned since the beginning. The divide of power and social standing is overt in that Dominants influence the decisions made both publicly and privately while Submissives cater to the rules presented to them. It is the way of Duplicity to assign random designations at birth with no leeway in altering what has been given. Climate in the Up is far stricter than that of the Down; violating outlined personas for a Dominant or Submissive while in full view of others is punished by degree of infraction. In the Down, many tend to turn a blind eye to these sorts of offenses. To counteract the discovery of the deceit gene – a natural "negative" response to all stimuli – the LIEs program was founded. The program had been designed to introduce new subjects to the current environment and test for the deceit gene through immersion in Duplicity's standing society. Sexual impulses and encounters increase the chances of detecting the gene within these individuals. Participants are typically released from LIEs after a year; however, results have remained unsatisfactory and testing still continues. ...and you're here! Finally! Welcome to Duplicity. After choosing a door and stepping through to the other side, the first thing that greets you are the enthusiastic faces of people in medical scrubs and pristine lab coats. Their enthusiasm translates to eagerness as they strip you of your clothes to perform a thorough examination—you will be healed, bathed, and given a paper gown to wear until your items can be processed and delivered to your residence later in the evening. You are also given a device that accesses the network as well as the time and location of Orientation. If you enter Duplicity into the Up, congratulations! You're a Dominant, which means you are immediately picked up by a limo after processing and taken to your high-rise. Here, it is two Dominants per floor with separate apartments. If you enter Duplicity into the Down, congratulations! You're a Submissive, which means you are directed towards public transportation with the address of the motel you'll be living in. Here, it is two Submissives per room with a shared common space for all rooms. Submissives are provided with a plain black pleather collar to wear and Dominants are given bracelets made of the same black pleather. The simple design is an immediate visual indicator that they have not yet signed a contract and they will be informed that more elaborate or personalized styles are a privilege reserved for those who do. Enjoy your free time until Orientation! Participation is mandatory for all new and past arrivals. The full heat of Summer is in full swing, but there is a pleasant breeze that comes off the sea, bringing with it much needed relief from the warmth of the sun. |
 After stepping through the door and participating in Orientation, LIERs are assembled together in the Up for a tour of Duplicity in its entirety. Seats are in pairs and randomly assigned to Dominants and Submissives alike. Traveling from Fiddler's Square, the train journeys through various parts of the Up, showcasing society and examples of lifestyle. Along the way, frequent stops are made; a variety of passengers can be seen exiting and entering the doors. A Dominant with a kneeling Submissive takes a seat near the front of the train at one stop. A small group of Submissives board and sit closer to the LIERs at another, all seemingly content in their roles. As the tour continues through the Up, the train passes close to the Market and White Wall Bridge and zips by North Park before heading into the Down and bypassing Red Wall Bridge and South Park. The train makes a "final" stop at Riddler's Square, where inhabitants of the Down are instructed to return to their temporary housing. Those who live in the Up are permitted to stay on the train and revisit the same locations while returning. |
 (cw: random kink, behavioral modification) The oppressive heat of summer eases its grip on Duplicity with a cool breeze blowing in from the sea. A soothing wind rushes through the Up and the Down, bringing a blanket of cool that should help chill any hot tempers spiking around the new requirements for local businesses. While wet t-shirt contests and flashy pool parties start to wind down, people find the weather more agreeable and spend more and more time outdoors. Orientation adjusts accordingly, with LIEs deciding to use the weather to their advantage when it seems like people just can't seem to stay indoors for long. The basics of Orientation still happen at the Center, but they decide to incorporate a little outside time and arts and crafts into the mix. Characters will find themselves paired with someone of the opposite designation for a quick but fun bonding activity: kite-building and kite flying. Pairs are given a somewhat unhinged instruction sheet, a set of curated crafting materials, and one hour to build a Compatibility Kite. Most of the materials are basic and typical for simple kite making, but some of them may raise eyebrows: silk fabric, bold red ribbons, black lace… Meanwhile, the instructions for both building and flying the kite are vague, but oddly intimate: Hold tension while knotting., Maintain eye contact and hold your partner steady., Position your body behind your partner for better reach... While the design of the kite is completely up to the participants, LIEs does provide one requirement. Pairs are asked to choose one from several lively colored kite tails to tie to each completed kite. Each one has a single word printed in bold, glimmering text, such as: OBEDIENCE, PRAISE, CONTROL, EDGE, ROPE, PATIENCE, PASSION, SLEEP, CONTRITION, FAITH, SPICE, and more. There's no explanation as to what these mean or how they must be chosen, just that one word should be tied to their project. After an hour, all characters are brought outside, onto a bus, and to Chicanery Beach. Under the watchful eye of LIES staff who keep their distance from the shoreline, everyone gets to let their kites fly! Getting one up into the air is a two-person job, so work together and get it up into the sky without crashing into others. Hopefully it works, because anyone who can't seem to get it up or crash a little too soon will be given strict notice to attend Orientation all over again. Those whose kites successfully sail into the sky will get a check on their names. But as the words on the kite tails unfurl and flutter through the wind, characters will find themselves imbued with the desire and drive to embody or put the trait on their kite into practice: with their partner, or with anyone they may next encounter. This desire lingers past sunset and can last well over a week until one isn't sure if it's an artificial influence or something they'd truly wanted all this time. |
 (cw: pheromones, scents, stalking, dub-con, exhibitionism, breeding kink, stuffing, size kink, sexual exhaustion, rough sex, gags, biting, marking) The winds persist throughout the summer, and they bring more than just the scent of salt and sunscreen through the air. As July makes its way into August, a very subtle change descends on everyone: for an indiscernible reason, everyone's pheromones seem to surge, and everyone will look irresistibly attractive. For those with the senses and skills to pick it up, it will be as if characters exude a different aura entirely, just begging to be bred or fucked. For others who can't tell - it manifests instead as distinct, vaguely familiar and very attractive scents that carry over the wind. Characters will have one or two scents that are most obvious and most irresistible to them. Catching just a whiff of these scents will have them follow their trails all over the Up and the Down until they find who is waiting at the source, someone they will feel the need to throw themselves at. But since people don't know what scent they themselves are giving off, they may not even know why they're being pursued even if they can tell that someone has been following them. Unbeknownst to everyone, certain scents will have specific influences that take effect on either (or both!) person once they finally meet. - Cinnamon: The need to fuck them in front of a mirror or a window, or anywhere that their reflection can be seenActing on the influence at least once will satisfy the need… for a time. The scents can always rile a person up all over again. Maybe a perfume or an artificial scent will mask them, at least for a while, but soon the pheromones will overpower any attempts to hide them. |
 (cw: personality shift, behavior modification, dom/sub behaviors) A new trend makes its way to Duplicity's native shopkeepers and citizens alike in the Up and Down: wind chimes to hang up on their patios, windows, and balconies. The chimes are black and white in design, many of them sporting artful swirls and spirals that clink and ring in the wind. There doesn’t seem to be anything dubious about the chimes upon first glance, but the more one hears them, the more their effects become apparent. While not everyone seems affected, those who are susceptible to the bell-like sounds will find that the larger, lower frequency chimes amplify a person’s worst trait while the smaller, higher frequency wind chimes do the opposite, amplifying an individual’s best personality trait instead. However, unbeknownst to anyone, some of the chimes are dupes (hah) smuggled in from the neighbouring city of Insincerity, the black and white spiral motifs seeming to move and swirl even when they remain still. Their effects are a little different, as they cause Dominants to act subservient and Submissives to act haughty and demanding of their betters. All these effects are short-lived and last no more than an hour. But considering the prevalence of the chimes throughout the city, the potential for erratic personalities is increased tenfold. More alarmingly, it seems that no one is safe from the effects of the twisted contraband chimes. People - LIERs and natives alike - who act out of designation may be approached by LIES or SIN guards with stern warnings or threats of taking them to Realignment at the SLUT Center, and they take any explanation in good faith. |
» » » TLDR
So, what's happening?UP AND AWAY
FOLLOW YOUR NOSE
NOTES ON THE WIND
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Please read carefully. On each Test Drive Meme, there will be a section noting character roles; these will vary each TDM. On an IC level, characters will still have gone through the doors but the assignments are OOCly randomized. When applying, there is a section of the application that denotes whether the character chooses "left" or "right." When participating on the TDM, there will be a third option. Players may link either a top level or a thread (five or more comments from their character) from the TDM and title the link as "Door Pass." This means that the player is choosing to take the designation that they were randomly assigned on the TDM, rather than taking the designation of a door. If the player decides to select a door rather than use the pass, then they are trying their luck; they may get the same designation they had on the TDM or the opposite. Once the application is submitted, players can't change their choice. To assign roles to characters for this TDM, use the following guide: If your character prefers grand gestures, they are a Submissive. If your character prefers small surprises, they are a Dominant. To Note: Characters can only swap their designation for one of the following reasons: an event occurs that allows it or there are OOC reasons that make it a necessity. Any swap always requires mod approval and each character can only ever switch once. Characters that are being reapped will keep their previous designation but players can choose to tag on new TDMs with different designations for fun! Test Drive threads can be used as activity proofs for characters currently in-game. Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have fun!! |
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Better to just leave that to Leona, if he wants him bared enough to comfortably claim. Rook moans into their kiss instead, grinding down against him eagerly even once Leona's hands retreat to get back to work. There's nothing wrong with being greedy at a time like this, is there? It just adds a little more passion that wouldn't otherwise be there, a thrilling edge of need to sharpen and spice up mere desire.]
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he has work to finish; mostly the work of shoving those pants of Rook's down, and once his cock and his ass are bare Leona takes the moment to press his claws into the flesh of Rook's cheek and thigh, savoring the feeling of muscle beneath.
but the savoring and kissing and borderline-sweetness only last a moment more before Leona's had another thought. he hooks one leg around Rook's, braces his hand on Rook's shoulder— and in a single, fearsome sweep, he's used his weight as leverage to flip Rook over onto his back.
there beneath him, Rook isn't nearly covered in enough marks. sure, there are scars, but are enough of them Leona's? no, who could know that he is among what Leona claims like this?
so he remedies it, leaning his hand down between them to act as relief, holding their cocks flush to each other in his broad palms, and dips his head back down to bite at Rook's collarbone, at the muscle on his chest, leaving little pinches and rings of teeth marks as he does.]
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The sweep is enough to force a startled yelp out of Rook, back hitting the ground hard enough to force the wind right out of him. Rook squirms beneath Leona in halfhearted protest, trying to roll them back over--though it's harder and harder to think about wrestling for dominance, when the sting of teeth leaves him panting and baring his throat for Leona instead. Is Leona going to add to those scars, to ensure nobody can dispute the permanence of his claim? Or will he settle for bruises that last mere days after this rut lifts?]
stab me in the heart with these lines why dont you!!!
the muscle of Rook's trapezius where it meets the neck is the perfect place— with just enough artery-free real estate not to leave the wrong kind of lasting damage— for Leona to press his teeth, to dig in hard. hard enough to bruise, then to break— hard enough that any sudden movement might leave a nastier tear than intended.
he focuses on that bite as he grinds forward, his cock rubbing against Rook's, the slow and deliberate rock of Leona's hips just a little preview of what's to come later.]
🗡🗡🗡
Jade would probably be angry, wouldn't he? Hadn't he made Rook promise not to put himself into such vulnerable positions with anyone else? He hadn't meant to, but..... if Jade wants to punish him for breaking his word, he'll just have to come back to do it, won't he? That alone would make any punishment he saw fit to inflict worth it.
For now, though? He'll carry that piece of Leona with him for a long, long time to come, etched into his skin along with countless other memories that make him who he is. Until Leona is satisfied, he belongs to him, a prize well-earned. Unflappable as he usually is, there's no denying how Leona has forced him to react--not when such a breathy whimper is tinged with just as much pleading as it is pain.]
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it's almost infuriating how freely and honestly Rook gives, too. it's always been frustrating, for a lion who could not properly learn to accept. a personality like Rook's is always an enemy of those who'd rather throw in the towel. still, he'll have time to be sore about it later.
he releases them both of his grasp (if a bit reluctantly) for now to tug Rook's pants further down his thighs, pushing them up a bit as he does so, exposing Rook more. Leona ruts against Rook, and as he loses himself in that sensation for a moment, he glides his tongue over Rook's skin, picking up the metallic taste of his blood. locking in its scent, and the memory of Rook as his prey.]
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Rook shudders under the fiery sting of Leona's tongue instead, cock slick and dripping as they grind against each other. He shifts under Leona, tries to pull him closer still--then impatiently shoves a hand into his pocket. A tingle of magic against bare skin, and Rook's pants and boots fall beside them in a heap, leaving only a travel-sized tube of lube in his hand instead as he wraps a newly freed leg around Leona's waist. Clearly, this sort of thing happens enough that he travels prepared.]
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he leans back down only to slide his tongue over the wound long and slow, the only kind of apology Rook'll ever get for such an act, really. lazily and sloppily, unconcerned with the dripping of extra lubricant, Leona gets his hand slick with it, and for a few strokes he coats both his and Rook's cocks with what's on his palm. continuing to rut against Rook he moves his hand down further and presses his forefinger against Rook's hole.]
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Or rather, he is Leona's. That fact certainly can't be argued. Not when the hot rasp of tongue soothing over his wound pulls such a shaky moan from him, or he presses down on Leona's finger so readily, eager to take him inside. The way every slick stroke and harsh grind forces Rook's hips to twitch in instinctive need might make it a little harder for Leona to claim his prize--but there's no satisfaction in hunting prey that doesn't even struggle, is there?]
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surely Leona would insist later that it would be, or even that this itself had never happened— oh but now, right now it is so real. Rook is prone and writhing, getting fucked by Leona's broad forefingers, and Leona is drinking it in like he's somehow gotten the better of Rook, like they aren't both exactly where they want to be right now. a particularly wild smile stretches his lips, nearly sinister with that haze of arousal clouding his eyes.
he licks his teeth in that fanged smile, swiping away vestiges of Rook's blood, rocking his hips so that his cock presses above his fingers and close to Rook's entrance, only to slip past and rub against Rook's own length. it's in a feline's nature to play with their food, isn't it? and Leona is beholden to his nature.]
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That's what he thrives on, after all, what draws him in every time without fail. Love and beauty of all sorts, the thrill of the hunt, the driving need that fuels persistence and tenacity alike, the burning passion and desire that underpin the very nature of pursuit itself. When was the last time he saw Leona with fire in his eyes?
What an honor, to be such tantalizing prey that even a lion should be roused into joining the hunt! What a powerful position to hold, to become so potentially addictive that Leona might just be willing to forgo his stubborn pride for the sake of tasting him again and again. Maybe that's part of why he rocks so hungrily against Leona's fingers, why he whines in frustrated arousal as Leona toys with him like this. Muscles squeeze and tremble around Leona's fingers, Rook's hips jerk up impulsively to chase the torturous friction of a cock gliding over his, and a second leg joins the first in wrapping around Leona's waist to cling. Surely if he only holds on just a little tighter, presses just a little more firmly against the cock leaving him so pent up and aching for relief.....]
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so it's that very want that earns Rook what he desires— that gets Leona to pull out his fingers and press the head of his cock, all slick and slippery itself, where his fingers once were. he grasps at Rook's thigh, claws pressing in to the muscle, as Leona sinks into Rook. for just a moment the delicious pressure surrounding his tip makes that too-satisfied smirk falter, just a little— but then he relaxes into more of a dazed one. Leona, enjoying himself? kings of the past forbid, really.
clearly this is all just a part of the city, or something. the fact that Rook looks as radiant a patch of sunlight through the trees beneath Leona, that mane of his all silky and gold, those eyes filled with that wild and unshakable thrill they always are— that doesn't make this more enjoyable at all, or anything.]
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[The press and stretch of Leona's cock earns harsh gasps and inarticulate noises, caught between need and discomfort. Leona isn't exactly the gentlest lover by any definition, and even being prepared doesn't mean his body is ready to be spread open all at once like this--but would he look so euphoric if he wasn't all but begging to be taken with such overwhelming passion? Would Rook be writhing under him like this, desire edging closer and closer to desperation with every inch, trying to drive himself down onto Leona's cock to take him as deep as his body can stand?
He's going to be incredibly sore in a few hours--but that's a problem for future Rook, isn't it? Current Rook, on the other hand, can think of nothing but how badly he needs to be bred. Funny, this had all started simply to help Leona get relief..... How had he ended up in this position, almost as much of a mess as Leona himself?]
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much more pressing currently is the matter that Rook is doing exactly what Leona needs, being such an obedient subject. practically euphoric beneath Leona, Rook's even starting to look damn near forgivable.
so Leona doesn't relent— and why would he?— with his steady but deliberate pace. since his hand is still slick, though, he takes Rook's cock back into his loose, lazy grip. a nip at Rook's jaw, a clip at his ear— and then something like a kiss at the space of Rook's neck where the jawline meets the ear, a perfect corner for Leona to nuzzle and pant at, to press his teeth against like he'll bite again.
but the growling has mostly melted into what are undeniably moans, as if he's forgotten to be haughty, to be hateful, to be anything except trying to fill Rook up.]
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It's so, so much. Unbearable, how quickly and intensely the pleasure is building; Rook only writhes more desperately beneath Leona, nails biting deep into his back and thighs locking tight around him, muscles clenching erratically around his cock as he fights to stay in control just that little bit longer. Does it even matter whether or not he manages? Would Leona use him until he was sated, all the same? He's not sure if the prospect makes him tingle with dread or anticipation--just that it makes his moans all the louder, makes the cries forced out of him from especially powerful thrusts all the more ragged.]
R-Roi des Lions.....
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but isn't it a common weakness? who doesn't want to feel needed, at least some of the time?
selfish, selfish Leona nips at Rook's ear almost as if scolding, though.]
My name,
[he admonishes, with a slower, more forceful thrust, stilling his hand on Rook's length as if to punish him, to make him wait until more satisfactory results are achieved.]
Say my name.
[not king. not prince. not any of those words that Leona can too-easily twist into something more hateful than it is meant.
just his name.]
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[There's no holding back the strangled noise Leona forces out of him, grinding deep into him with such deliberate force. A steady trickle of precum streams down Leona's fingers, even--or maybe especially?--with the sharp teeth correcting him so viscerally. How could Rook not obey on pure instinct when Leona is so authoritative, when he has him so completely enthralled right now? How could he not tremble with need, so painfully close to the edge of bliss before being held back by the scruff?
Rook arches up into him, gaze hazy with lust in spite of how incongruously steady his heartbeat and breath remain. That's all he needs to do, right? Just say his name, and Leona will let him--?]
Leona-kun.....
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so Leona, satisfied with the response, presses his forehead to Rook's temple and growls in his ear a—]
That's more like it,
[that doesn't sound quite as condescending as he might want it to, what with the purr of pleasure in his voice. there's no energy left for acting, for being standoffish. the only thing to focus on is making Rook come, and filling him up.
so Leona rewards Rook's effort with the quickening of his hips, resuming the rubbing of his slick hand against Rook's cock. sure, he wants to come too, but what lion of the savanna could get away without sating the appetite of their mate? no, a lion is a provider, through and through, and if Leona has any say in it, neither he nor Rook will be left wanting in the end.]
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Is it better or worse for Leona, that this position leaves his new toy no way to muffle himself? That he's mated hard enough to probably leave Leona's ears ringing, even when he can't get his full name out? No matter how he tries to keep his composure, it's not long until Leona is too much for him; Rook bucks under Leona, clenching tight around his cock from the force of an explosive release that spills hot between them.]
Le--!
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but for himself? oh, no, he isn't sated yet, and as thrilled with his power as he is Leona is here to punish Rook for tempting him, for practically taming him like this. he doesn't let Rook have more than a second before Leona keeps pushing into him, finally fucks him faster. if Rook is going to pull him into this— as if it's poor Rook's fault the city's fucking with scents— then Leona will punish him with overwhelm.
it's only fair; when Rook brought Leona here it was the lion that had nearly lost his senses, and Leona is determined to turn the tables, even as he starts to fall apart again himself.
besides, it's just as important that Leona come, too. Rook must be properly bred, after all.]
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If this is the punishment he gets, then maybe Rook should try to misbehave more often, hmmm? Rook finds he can't even go soft, now that Leona's pace is so quick and brutal; he claws at Leona's back instead, every time his muscles are forced to spasm dragging out another wave of his orgasm. It's exhausting, pleasure starting to edge towards pain from the way his body is being pushed so hard--and yet, he can't stop, can't help but chase every scrap of sensation Leona gives him.
Is he begging for a break, for forgiveness and mercy? To be fucked harder, faster, more? He can't even tell anymore--just that being caught in tension like this is maddening, when even climaxing provides no relief from such all-encompassing arousal.]
Please, please--
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but Rook's punishment doesn't extend too long, not before Leona raises his chin again, closes his eyes— grips his hand tight in the grass next to Rook's shoulder. sweat beads down his neck, glistens on his shoulders, and with a few more insistent strokes Leona cums hard, filling Rook with hot seed. it chokes a strangled moan out of Leona— it's all he can do not to let loose, but even with aphrodisiacs, the walls are still so high.
and then that relentless pace turns to the slow ease through the aftershock, and Leona curls back closer to Rook again, pressing his nose into the blonde locks gathered by Rook's temple.]
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[It feels like letting out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, being filled like this, satisfying on a bone-deep level he doesn't have words for. Leona might not be able to knot him to make sure the mating takes, but for now..... for now, it's enough. He'll savor being worn out and filled to the brim with cock and cum alike, drink in even such a subdued moan, as frantic need fades into a dizzy afterglow. The pain will surely set in, once the adrenaline runs dry.....
That, too, will be a problem for later; he has a first aid kit at home. Rook's clinging loosens to become cuddling instead, turning his head to rub his face against Leona's neck and shoulder in wordless adoration. You'll take your nuzzles and like them, Leona; neither of them are going anywhere anytime soon.]
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Rook's sincerity really is Leona's kryptonite, much like Kalim's. but unlike with Rook, Leona is much more certain he can outsmart Kalim, stay aloof and detached and put up walls. Rook sees right through them. sees right through him. and that's the biggest reason Leona tries not to be seen by Rook much at all
but now it's too late, and Leona is too satisfied to escape, bribed into a pleasure-induced stupor like it's a trap set just for him instead of a matter of convenient timing. so for just a moment, while he catches his breath and calms down, Leona gives in. he'll protest more when he's calmed enough to think and move again.]
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Rook finds himself forced to fight back a yawn, tempted to curl up in Leona's arms for a spontaneous nap as they come down from their high. Covered in grass, dirt, sweat, blood, and cum, probably with twigs and leaves caught in his hair where it's fanned out around him..... This really is nostalgic, isn't it? Hah, Vil would surely be appalled. He'd probably be appalled by a lot of things Rook has done here, in all fairness. Instead, he'll simply press a few gentle, languid kisses against Leona's neck, savoring the sweat on his skin.]
Très magnifique..... Your passion is like a ferocious monsoon.
[In every sense of the word. Fierce, powerful, dangerous, destructive, unstoppable, raw and natural, beautiful..... but also inspiring and uplifting, long-awaited, hopeful, life-giving. It feels like catching a glimpse of Leona green and growing again, after years of nothing but a drought-parched, desolate wasteland.
Nothing like the deadly desiccating touch his magic had twisted itself into, scarred with grief like a brand.Doesn't it feel good to see Leona roused enough to be showing genuine passion again at all?This may not have been a deliberately laid trap, but he couldn't be happier with the prey it had caught, even so.]
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