medical/self-care live!

[sancrimony]

Who: some cute nurses & you
Where: the lobby + wherever if you want a housecall
When: day 131, noon

[ hope everyone is resting well! or maybe keeping busy, as one does after horrible trauma. some sensitIVs are doing just that - actually, it's been a while since lucifel's called a live, hasn't it? but he's in the lobby in a nurse outfit, with nya,  and possibly a few other sensitIVs who may or may not have been roped into wearing nurse outfits. it's mystery ]

Ahhh . . . Uhm, good morning, everyone -

[ somewhat nervously, or maybe self-conscious, ]

It's been a while, hasn't it? Not for any good reason either, but - in any case, we thought it would be good to have something like this again . . . that is -

Hello! This is a medical checkup Live, since we've had a rough couple of days. Uhm, if you would like to get a checkup, we'll be here in the lobby! Even if you don't feel it's necessary, we've arranged to have some comforts here, if you'd like to stop by for some self-care, instead!

[ camera swivel to the lobby which has a bunch of dakimakuras (stripped of their covers so you're not looking at lewds) and blankets, some of them raised up like someone's taken boxes to make them into tables and put a blanket over it so it looks nicer. on them are a few kettles and teapots, mismatched like someone gathered pretty much every tea dispenser he could. there are also a few trays of sweets - desserts from the café, as well as fruits to be cut up, as well as like, ice cream and Japanese snacks like purin and senbei. there is probably literally a boxtable that is entirely just mandarin oranges. ]

. . . Uhm . . .

[ with the camera back to lucifel, who looks somewhat conflicted - though overall grateful, ]

Speaking personally for a moment - it was really comforting to have people by my side, yesterday - so thank you . . . Even though I was a mess who couldn't stop crying . . .

. . . And - in the end, it made me feel a lot better, and I understood just then that crying can bring great relief! So - uhm, if you need a shoulder to cry on, or an ear to listen to your troubles, or a lap to rest your head on, or someone to hug or wrestle to get rid of stress - well, I don't know if we're all able to do that here but we'll do our best to help you how we can!

[ and he gives an earnest smile, there ]

I'm still - uhm, learning . . . quite a lot of things, so this is the best I could think of for "self care", but if you have an idea for the future, I'd be most grateful to know it!

[ then, a beat ]

Ahh, but it's understandable that you might not want to relax around some people, so - well - for this reason, we decided against visiting every dorm like we did before, but -

If you'd like one of us to make a housecall to your dorm instead, then please send a text to your preferred healer on duty, and we'll be on the way! If you really can't tolerate any of us, then . . . well, it would be best to get as many points as you can, since this last game was really bad for scars, but - well, in any case, we'll do our best to stay out of your way, so please let us know in advance as well, or otherwise spend some time outside of the lobby, please! We've made a border  -

[ with a gesture to the line of pillows where all dakimakura and blanket and foodnonsense stops  ]

- for you to have a clear walkway, so please bear with our intrusion for the next couple of hours!

[ cheerily. ok lucifel signing off ]

sensitIVs | HOUSECALLS/TEXTS | Bring Your Own Toplevels | TOPLEVELS ONLY

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[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Another pause.

Whew. That is also a lot to swallow. But luckily(?) for Lucifel, this is at least one emotional quandary that Intensity is well versed in]

Feel free to list your ideas. I will not mock you for them.

[And there is a sincerity to that not often found in Intensity's voice]

But also.

If you can't trust yourself to not abandon that which you take comfort in, then know that even after all of this- once Hell is mine to rule, once you've gone on to complete your life's work.

Once you even call someone else by the title Master.

That I will still find you. Still stake claim to a part of you. And if necessity demands, come even when you don't call to make sure that you are operating at your very best. And if that means dragging your emotional support spouses along for the ride, then so be it.

1/ this is your fault this time

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[ opens mouth ]

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what just happened ]

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[ is this the fabled bond 10 ]

4/5

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what do you do when you're emotionally topped by kaiba "CEO ☆ S2FPYME= intensity" seto

abruptly, with a startled laugh - his eyes burn, why, he thought he'd finished crying before - ? ]

- Well, now!

As expected of Intensity-sama - what a novel solution that I couldn't have come up with myself! With just those words, you've completely swept up all of my anxiety and tossed it into the wind! Of course, what a simple solution - if the danger is that I'll leave, then it's just a matter of pulling me back by the leash, isn't it! As expected, what an incredible Master - even an unruly Servant like myself can be tamed!

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[ and just as abruptly he looks to him with a sharp gaze and a sharper smile ]

........ You're certain, then? You're sure that you can? Absolutely, absolutely, absolutely?

"I'll" do everything in my power to get rid of every obstacle in "my" way, you know. Even if it's them - especially if it's them - "I'll" just eliminate them. If that's what it takes - there's nothing that "I" won't do for "my" dream. That's the sort of ruthless person I am, after all. If comfort will get in the way of "my" work, then "I" won't hesitate to cut it down.

So - can you do it, Master? Will you be able to hold that leash tightly enough? No matter when? No matter how? No matter what?

1/2

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[It's like hearing an echo in the distance of memories touched upon but not yet fully remembered.

"There's nothing I won't do for my dream."

...

Locking stares with Lucifel, Intensity carefully unlaces his fingers and rises to his feet. It only takes a few strides for him to get around the cube table. To be standing next to Lucifel and looking down on him from this height.

He takes in a steady breath - bored, annoyed, nervous? Who can say.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[And then he puts his hands around Lucifel's throat]

[sancrimony]

[ on the list of things he was expecting from intensity strangling was not one of them and he, specifically, has something of a problem(?) with strangling but maybe laughing isn't the appropriate solution to the problem so he, politely, does not laugh but he is absolutely incapable of keeping the shit smile off of his face, absolutely daring him ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Why isn't laughing the appropriate reaction to this situation? Either way, Intensity seems highly amused by Lucifel's reaction.

Enough that after the initial shock has settled, his loosens his grip - fingers still wrapped around his neck. But there is enough leeway to breathe without danger to his person. Not enough to monologue though.

And that's the important part]

Is it my turn to talk now?

[sancrimony]

[ taking a breath, as soon as he's able, and he murmurs - ]

Please - go right ahead.

1/? Who the fuck even knows anymore?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

What did you tell me you loved about humans?

When they are kind. When they are earnest. When they work together to overcome an impossible struggle.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Well.

That's not what I "love" about humanity.

I admire their tenacity. Their pettiness. Those that spit in the face of destiny. Those that refuse to be told they can't do something. Who take what they want with their own hands. Those who would rather crawl through the mud on their hands and knees than settle down into complacency.

All those things I see in you.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

So, yes, fight for "your" dream with tooth, nail, and every scrap of "your" very being. I want to be there when "you" realize it. Want to see "you" achieve it with "your" own two hands. But if at any point, "your" dream requires you to sacrifice Lucifel -- any part of him.

Then I'll be there to tug the leash. No matter where or when you are. No matter if I have to pick you up piece by fucking piece across the multiverse. Just to tear you down myself.

Done

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Will that make you feel less alone?

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[ god

He would die and also kill for this man.

Also, he is going to kill this man. Tear him down and set him aflame, corrode his bones until he can't stand any longer, break him down little by little - he is going to ruin him if he gets in his way and he knows he will.

but Intensity knows that, likely - and Intensity will stop him, likely. Even if he should do something like that, he'll just be defeated - he'll be torn down, is that it? With these hands, by this face -

his hands move up, not to pull Intensity's hands off but rather to cup his own hands to the back of the other's, not quite encouraging or resisting - instead, it's caressing, fingertips running against his wrists and knuckles. What's an appropriate answer -

"It will."
"I look forward to it."
"Thank you."

or perhaps - ]

Give me something to remember that.

[ unexpectedly, the voice that comes out is raw with emotion; it's even lacking in his normal formality, pitched quieter but no less bold for it. ]

1/3

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[At first, Intensity just looks mildly confused at the request. What do you mean something to remember---



Oh.

Oh.

His first (terrible) instinct is to press him thumbs tighter against Lucifel's wind pipe. Is this what he wants? A mark. Something to remind himself every time he looks in the mirror (does he even look in the mirror anymore?).

That. That he can provide.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[But that thought and that pressure lasts for at most a couple of seconds before his hands trail up his throat, bringing Lucifel's hands with him in the motion. Together. His hands settle on Lucifel's jaw, thumbs brushing over his cheeks.

For one blink, maybe two - Intensity sees through Lucifel.

He could do better.

By her.

By Lucifel.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[And Intensity leans down to kiss him.

Certainly nothing chaste. And certainly nothing romantic. This is about possession, ownership and promise.

This is about breaking the shackles of space, time, and dimension to keep an oath.

This is about being Master and Servant.

What a weak concept "romance" is in comparison.]

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[ frankly, he'd expected violence - he'd have encouraged it, even. he's one to learn by carving it into his flesh, but -

unexpectedly, it's a kiss.

there's a brief moment of being stunned, but he's too well-trained not to kiss back, open-mouthed and encouraging - not for any reason like romance, nothing like that, but in the end it boils down to need. desperation, seeking trust, putting his life and existence into the other's hands - this is about being Master and Servant, after all. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[They have a whole stay in Hell to carve pieces out of each other to "remember" things by (until they buy away the marks anyway). Let's go for something that will be imprinted on their souls forever. A faint recollection as their souls are re-summoned and recycled for who knows how many times.

Intensity seems pleased that Lucifel is getting the message loud and clear. And reciprocating.

So after a quite thorough exploration of his mouth, Intensity pulls back with a sharp nip to Lucifel's bottom lip. Enough to draw just the slightest amount of blood.

There. Is that a good enough mark for him?]

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[ pretty yielding to that, kissing back with an intent to explore himself though more for the sake of encouragement than anything -

but when intensity bites him he can't help but seize up, stiffening and then sort of melting against the seat with a shiver - he's lucky he's not standing - and a little sound escapes him, something embarrassingly close to a tiny moan.

when the kiss breaks he looks dazed. for once he doesn't have anything to say. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Well isn't today a day of miracles.

Intensity pulls back only slightly once the kiss has ended. But he keeps his hands cupping Lucifel's face until his Servant recovers, fingers idly tracing what contours he can reach.

Game. Set. Match.]

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[ his eyes close, though only briefly, before he looks up to intensity - to study his face from this short distance, and there's comfort found in the proximity, the curve of his lips, the sharps of his teeth -

lucifel takes a breath, quiet and slow as to not disrupt the touch, and he takes a long moment to absorb everything, take it all in.

it isn't like he's not afraid of being abandoned - lucifel is terrified of it - but he can get that settled on his own. what he can't overcome with his own means is abandoning everyone else, but here - is the man that will keep him him, let him take both his future and present here.

finally, he murmurs ]

. . . Master.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[His hands still, but he does not let go of Lucifel's face]

Yes, Ruler?