warpweft | [popdrop] H1: Spectre & Poppy

[The first thing you notice is how dark it is. It’s really, really stinkin’ dark. You can’t see anything. Even if you naturally have the ability to see in the dark, well, not anymore. Which may be the second thing you notice - any powers you have, any magic is gone. Silenced. You can’t feel it, similarly to when you’re in the theme park, with an additional sense of anxiety and loss surrounding the inability to tap into it. Even a heightened sense of emotion won’t bring them back, like it might in the theme park. If you have other powers of some kind, enhanced physical capabilities or the like, they’re either gone or significantly reduced as well. You feel extremely normal and it doesn’t feel good.]

[Whether you stay still or stumble along in the dark, at least it’s not too long. You eventually catch notice of something illuminating the darkness. You find yourself drawn to it. It's a small spherical glass object. Near the edges, it's black, but bits of purple and violet appear, gradually brightening and swirling together in a spiral shape at the center. The spiral at the center is bright enough to bathe you and the surroundings in a soft violet light. As you get closer, you can feel voices coming from the sphere. You can’t tell what they’re saying, but maybe if you were closer. You feel a deep desire in your stomach to just…reach out….]

What are you doing?

[The voice, a woman’s voice, comes from behind you. You didn’t hear anybody approaching, but you’re immediately filled with an intense sense of foreboding. You turn and look, but you can’t see anything. The darkness is once again overpowering, the violet glow from the object next to you being the only thing that isn’t swallowed up by it. All you can make out in the darkness is what may be someone’s face and…two eyes. With nothing in them. Pitch-black.]

You touched the Heart…

You touched MY Heart!?

[There’s a lot of anger and it’s not making that sense of foreboding go away. The darkness and the person(?) inside it advance towards you, slowly engulfing the violet glow around you. Just when you’re thinking you’re gonna have to decide between fight or flight, here — something moves.

Towards you.

You feel something punch into your chest and before you know it, you’re on the ground, searing pain running through your upper body. A few things briefly pass through your senses. You hear a loud scream. If you tilt your head up, you can see a long black spike…embedded in your own chest. And you can taste… …yup. That’s your own blood.

That’s about as far as you get before consciousness leaves you.]

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[The bandages pull him closer until they're next to each other. She places a hand on his cheek.]

Wwweeeelllllll?

...perhaps.

Perhaps you have!

Which one? Or is it all three?

[His cheeks are very faintly pink]

Does it matter?

Yes.

Alternatively, we could do it.

Do... "it"?

Sex. Have sex.

I am meant to be finding something that is important to you.

What a coincidence! I have something that is important to me! If only you have a way to acquire it from me, then we'd really be in business.

I see.

Then, let us do it.

Excellent.

[More bandages start wrapping around his midsection and his arms and start pulling him until he's on the bed with her.]

[He goes readily enough, letting himself be pulled - kneels on the edge of the bed, when he reaches it]

Did you have something particular in mind?

I don't know. [She reaches a hand out and starts undoing his shirt.] We've done so much already, haven't we?

We have done quite a lot, yes.

[Hesitates, then reaches out toward her, hands settling at her hips]

I don't suppose you have any favorites among those, do you?

[Her bandages lightly touch where his hands are, encouraging him further, while she goes about taking his shirt off.]

I am meant to be finding things important to you, am I not? I might ask you the same question.

Oh, my favorite was definitely the time I sat on you.

Then, would you like a reprise?

My, my!

Are you asking me to sit on you?

[Her tail curls around his arm. He gets a flash of a memory. It's from when they were in that room together, except it's from her perspective - her sitting on his face and pressing a vibrating wand between his legs.]

[His cheeks go very faintly pink]

...yes.

[He feels a burst of warmth. Pleasure. It's coming from the memory. It's pleasure she felt, from him. From his tongue.]

Then ask me. Specifically.

[The flush shades marginally darker; he does not shift, but something in his posture suggests that he is putting effort into refraining]

Please would you... sit on me.

That'll do for now. In the future, something more along the lines of, "Please, Hex, my love, sit on my face."

[The bandages start twirling more around his arms. Meanwhile, she's continuing to slip off his clothes. This didn't happen last time.]

Please, Hex, my love... sit on my face.

[He stays still for her, though he can't quite seem to meet her eyes]

Hmmmm? Is there something very interesting on the floor?

[The bandages are growing more numerous and are starting to pull his arms down to his sides.]

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