» » » LIES TRAVEL IN COMPANY [This is downright surreal. Soeki Halloway-Crowe, professional demon-fucking necromancer, is used to the strange and bizarre, but this- What the hell. What the hell, man? For half a minute, he thinks this is actually Hell, but no, the atmosphere isn't something physical bearing down on him, that's just the threads of panic knotting in his gut and stealing his breath away. Oh, Christ, he is backup-less and alone and marked, and this is bad. He just kind of watches with wide brown eyes as people get on and off the train, occasionally reaching up to touch the new mark at his throat.
He is so fucked.
He is- are those people fucking on that bridge? Soeki is paler than he usually is, which is saying something, and he leans over closer to his seat-mate, whispering with a note of hysteria,] Is everybody brainwashed or something? I'm pretty sure I read a dollar store smut novel like this once. I do not like where this crazy-train is going.
« « « END IN THE DISCORD [It's a relief to get off the train, even if the housing arrangement is going to absolutely fucking blow. A shitty motel room in the Down, people shooting him looks he can't quite decipher through the near-constant haze of panic that doesn't seem to leave. He has to get out. He cannot live like this.
The odd whisper in the night brings only a bit of comfort. Autonomy is a welcome sight when he's ushered inside, because trying to learn the customs and blend in around here as a Submissive is fucking killing him. It's not that the sexual connotations bother him - he's pretty switchy - but the rest of this societal bullshit? He really isn't a fan, and he guesses he hasn't seen everything in his future.
Soeki's first stop is the bar for a strong drink, which he downs quickly, and without hardly thinking about what he's doing, he puts his name into the lotto for a random pairing. Guy's gotta get someone on his side around here. That's the thought process, anyway; his survival instincts are screaming for him to find a bigger guy (or girl, he's really not picky) to hide behind. When his device chimes with a message, he's looking up, eyes darting around the crowd.] Are you, uh- [This is so stupid. He waves his device vaguely.] Hi. I'm Soeki. This is ridiculous. I don't know how I got here in the first place and now I'm just like, swiping right on people hoping for somebody sane because nothing has made sense since I opened that obviously cursed door. Please be sane. Or buy me a drink, because I can't handle this sober.
Soeki Halloway-Crowe (OC) | Submissive
[This is downright surreal. Soeki Halloway-Crowe, professional demon-fucking necromancer, is used to the strange and bizarre, but this- What the hell. What the hell, man? For half a minute, he thinks this is actually Hell, but no, the atmosphere isn't something physical bearing down on him, that's just the threads of panic knotting in his gut and stealing his breath away. Oh, Christ, he is backup-less and alone and marked, and this is bad. He just kind of watches with wide brown eyes as people get on and off the train, occasionally reaching up to touch the new mark at his throat.
He is so fucked.
He is- are those people fucking on that bridge? Soeki is paler than he usually is, which is saying something, and he leans over closer to his seat-mate, whispering with a note of hysteria,] Is everybody brainwashed or something? I'm pretty sure I read a dollar store smut novel like this once. I do not like where this crazy-train is going.
« « « END IN THE DISCORD
[It's a relief to get off the train, even if the housing arrangement is going to absolutely fucking blow. A shitty motel room in the Down, people shooting him looks he can't quite decipher through the near-constant haze of panic that doesn't seem to leave. He has to get out. He cannot live like this.
The odd whisper in the night brings only a bit of comfort. Autonomy is a welcome sight when he's ushered inside, because trying to learn the customs and blend in around here as a Submissive is fucking killing him. It's not that the sexual connotations bother him - he's pretty switchy - but the rest of this societal bullshit? He really isn't a fan, and he guesses he hasn't seen everything in his future.
Soeki's first stop is the bar for a strong drink, which he downs quickly, and without hardly thinking about what he's doing, he puts his name into the lotto for a random pairing. Guy's gotta get someone on his side around here. That's the thought process, anyway; his survival instincts are screaming for him to find a bigger guy (or girl, he's really not picky) to hide behind. When his device chimes with a message, he's looking up, eyes darting around the crowd.] Are you, uh- [This is so stupid. He waves his device vaguely.] Hi. I'm Soeki. This is ridiculous. I don't know how I got here in the first place and now I'm just like, swiping right on people hoping for somebody sane because nothing has made sense since I opened that obviously cursed door. Please be sane. Or buy me a drink, because I can't handle this sober.
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