imeeji_frontstage | Betrayal 3: Traitor Only Session

Who: You lot
When: To be inserted into the timeline after completion
What: A Certain Game

[ You are in an elevator, and it is not ascending into the Game Tower, no. This time, it's taking you down. You can feel it in the pit of your stomach, watch through the glass chassis as stone scrolls up and away and all around you becomes darkness.

And then, a screen flickers on. A bright, cheerful woman with fluffy pigtails waves at you with one hand, a brightly colored plastic crazy straw that's been speared through a few mango chunks in her other. Exael winks and speaks to the camera.

"And with summer comes what we all look forward to~ Summer Break! It's time to get away from hot stuffy Tokyo, and get away from it all! And so, everyone, we've brought your faa~avorite idols home here to you! In one of our very special hotels, for a very special game! Clasp your hands in prayer, hope real hard, and maybe you'll get a front row seat to their presence in the Hotel Omphalos!"

"May this show grant you Mirth, because soon starts—"

The broadcast cuts out.

The light does not return, as the elevator doors open. Instead, color so bright it can't be drowned out by the darkness spills in, and erodes the car away. You are left standing in an unfamiliar Hotel, and the game is just beginning. ]

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[ it's certainly not a romantic one - - Absinthe is clearly both doing this for his own pleasure and to make Thancred all the more squeamish. he feels the push and then how it dies down and hums, amused, against his lips.

he's not pulling back when he lifts his hand up to try to pry at the corner of Thancred's mouth with a thumb, force it between his lips and teeth to get him to open his mouth. ]

[He doesn't want toooooo!! But he can't let himself fight as much as he would like, so there's only a token resistance before he's opened his mouth -- and he squeezes his eyes shut, bracing for the worst.]

[ Absinthe's tongue pressing the fleshy bit of Thancred skin into his mouth is probably predictable at that point, thumb withdrawing to cup the side of his face instead in a gesture that would almost be romantic

if he weren't, you know, trying to force feed Thancred a bit of himself. ]

[It is in fact predictable! And Thancred would love to try to spit it out, but that's kind of not an option. So instead he'll just bravely swallow it, with a soft noise of discontent.]

[ cute. charming.

he lingers in the kiss with an approving sound in the back of his throat before finally breaking it - - ]

Did you enjoy the taste?

[ his lips are still close enough the smell of rot on them is probably the most present one. ]

If you do not move I may empty my stomach on your face.

[How is that for an answer you giant rubbish bin?!]

It disagreed with you, then?

[ he does move back a bit, watching him to see if that was an empty threat. ]

Your smell disagrees with me.

[It was not an empty threat. His arms are both hurt but they work well enough to let him push himself up and sideways so he can, y'know. Throw up not all over himself.]

Oh, what a mess you've made now.

[ he lets him do that, at least, hand pulling away for that spare moment - - ]

Unsurprising, I suppose. Lahabrea did enjoy calling you filth.

[Whyyy did he have to mention Lahabrea? Thancred wants to hit something but that is not happening, so instead he just laughs, a little manic, as he rolls back to where he started.]

Is it my fault you are so incredibly foul?

It is hard my fault you have a weak stomach!

[ the knife is going into his leg again by the way, for another small chunk of flesh being carved out of him ]

[He doesn't hide the yelp that time. There's no point. Everything fucking hurts.]

By the Twelve, you are awful!

And here I only thought I was doing as you requested -- savoring you.

[ that chunk too he eats, licking his fingers clean of the blood as he does that as if for emphasis. ]

Yes, and I request you continue. You are still awful.

[ I'M MOVING THIS TO THE GRODY ZONE ]

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