osamu "vodka aunt" dazai (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
nullificates) wrote2024-01-03 08:41 am
nullificates) wrote2024-01-03 08:41 am
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@dazai
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[Sex is not only on the table, but theoretically just may be happening on this table.
He continues shuffling the cards, more as an idle motion than anything.]
You are quite easy, aren't you? [It doesn't quite sound mean, and yet...] Hypothetically, if I were to just jump you right now, what would you want to do?
He continues shuffling the cards, more as an idle motion than anything.]
You are quite easy, aren't you? [It doesn't quite sound mean, and yet...] Hypothetically, if I were to just jump you right now, what would you want to do?
(hypothetically?
at least, he takes no offense. he has always been like this. his shift from mafioso to detective did nothing to curb bad habits. he still drinks nights away, flirts, finds himself in a bed or another. a box back in yokohama hides a ton of love letters of encounters he left the next day and never looked back.
there's a moment there where he hums, eyes looking up in feigned thought before he finds the answer that had always sat on his tongue.)
Bend you over this table, naturally! Would you also be this easy?
at least, he takes no offense. he has always been like this. his shift from mafioso to detective did nothing to curb bad habits. he still drinks nights away, flirts, finds himself in a bed or another. a box back in yokohama hides a ton of love letters of encounters he left the next day and never looked back.
there's a moment there where he hums, eyes looking up in feigned thought before he finds the answer that had always sat on his tongue.)
Bend you over this table, naturally! Would you also be this easy?
Ah, your assistance? In what, exactly? Are you offering to be a card in my deck?
(this man feels much like a goody-two-shoes. everything can be used, always, advantages can be found in all cracks, benefits can look grim until they bloom into wonderful, wonderful opportunities. he's categorized as a 'to see' in dazai's little internal book of people.
test number one is the joint that sits on his ashtray. let's see what he does when dazai offers it.)
(this man feels much like a goody-two-shoes. everything can be used, always, advantages can be found in all cracks, benefits can look grim until they bloom into wonderful, wonderful opportunities. he's categorized as a 'to see' in dazai's little internal book of people.
test number one is the joint that sits on his ashtray. let's see what he does when dazai offers it.)
[Hah. He wouldn't mind that. But this place is helping numb him to the immediate embarrassment of such a direct statement. He just grins, languid and mischievous.]
Maybe. I do like to be seduced, a little bit.
Maybe. I do like to be seduced, a little bit.
Your situation had no seduction in it, it was very straight to the point! But, I certainly can do that!
(from the sofa to the table as a new seat, it becomes very clear how tall dazai is. long, long, long, and he his hand reaches for the other's, but stops midway.)
Ah, something important to be discussed. My ability can be somewhat uncomfortable if you have one of your own, so I am warning you now, it is completely harmless, but I'd rather you not to be started in the middle of passion.
(from the sofa to the table as a new seat, it becomes very clear how tall dazai is. long, long, long, and he his hand reaches for the other's, but stops midway.)
Ah, something important to be discussed. My ability can be somewhat uncomfortable if you have one of your own, so I am warning you now, it is completely harmless, but I'd rather you not to be started in the middle of passion.
[Hm. Akechi's reminded, often, of just how young he is. He doesn't like that. And yet, would he be any happier if he was more like Dazai? It's hard to tell.
He blinks, tilting his head slightly. Curious. He pulls off one of his gloves and holds his hand out.]
Let's see. I assume whatever effect you have is temporary?
He blinks, tilting his head slightly. Curious. He pulls off one of his gloves and holds his hand out.]
Let's see. I assume whatever effect you have is temporary?
Yes, yes.
(the effects of being a good actor. nothing about dazai is truly happy, not at all this optimistic nor excited about most prospects - not really, not for too long.
when he offers his own hand, should akechi take it, he'll feel 'no longer human' immediately. whatever it is that akechi has, should now be eerily quiet, encapsulated by a cool wash that leaves a void where a whole identity once were.)
I can't tell you the specifics, but you are perfectly safe.
(the effects of being a good actor. nothing about dazai is truly happy, not at all this optimistic nor excited about most prospects - not really, not for too long.
when he offers his own hand, should akechi take it, he'll feel 'no longer human' immediately. whatever it is that akechi has, should now be eerily quiet, encapsulated by a cool wash that leaves a void where a whole identity once were.)
I can't tell you the specifics, but you are perfectly safe.
...Sure. [...] Or if you're in a tough spot.
[Honestly, that is really the only thing that comes to mind right now, because he's not entirely sure what other help he can offer to him. Maybe his abilities? Possibly, but he's putting that as a last option. He just felt the need to offer something, or at least let him know that he's available if something turns awry. Ironic that the first person that has abilities that's almost like his and he really doesn't need Scott's help or cares about this stuff in the first place.
He almost doesn't know what to do about it.
Still, he notices the offering and Scott politely shakes his head.]
No, thank you. I don't really smoke.
[Honestly, that is really the only thing that comes to mind right now, because he's not entirely sure what other help he can offer to him. Maybe his abilities? Possibly, but he's putting that as a last option. He just felt the need to offer something, or at least let him know that he's available if something turns awry. Ironic that the first person that has abilities that's almost like his and he really doesn't need Scott's help or cares about this stuff in the first place.
He almost doesn't know what to do about it.
Still, he notices the offering and Scott politely shakes his head.]
No, thank you. I don't really smoke.
I'll keep that in mind.
(resources and people are synonyms, aren't they? why exactly this guy is offering is beyond him, but he doesn't sense a mean bone in his body.
the eyebrow lift he gives him, though, a single one in judging.)
I don't usually fuck for chips, and yet, here we are. Have one.
(resources and people are synonyms, aren't they? why exactly this guy is offering is beyond him, but he doesn't sense a mean bone in his body.
the eyebrow lift he gives him, though, a single one in judging.)
I don't usually fuck for chips, and yet, here we are. Have one.
[He eyes Dazai for a long moment, and then takes his hand. It's -- alarming, the sudden silence. The broken connection that's always in the back of his mind, that he doesn't usually think about about.
He pulls his hand back sharply.]
Ah. I see.
[His Personas are... displeased. Unnerved. He leans back, debating if it's worth it.]
What card were you, again?
He pulls his hand back sharply.]
Ah. I see.
[His Personas are... displeased. Unnerved. He leans back, debating if it's worth it.]
What card were you, again?
(is he? perhaps he should. his hand falls on the other's wrist in a gentle hold, as the other reaches to take off the shades. no hesitance, no nervousness, just simple motion.)
There. Now I can look at you. Very nice view.
There. Now I can look at you. Very nice view.
(he figured. to some people, it's heaven, to some, it's hell in itself. his hands move to his thighs, fingers intertwined, as to prove that akechi is safe from touch.)
I'm a six of spades. I won't be offended if you don't like my ability! It happens all the time.
I'm a six of spades. I won't be offended if you don't like my ability! It happens all the time.
[A light gasp breaks from Scott's lips, unbidden and unrestrained, as the slightly unfamiliar feeling of that constant pressure in his head suddenly dissipates and leaving him vulnerable. His first instinct is to pull away, because association with having himself be depowered had never been a good one, but Dazai is already pulling off his shades and--]
...You have brown eyes.
[Maybe he should try harder to take his shades back, but he can't stop his eyes from blinking a few times, just taking in the other man's admittedly handsome features in full color. And of course his eyes are the first thing he noticed. Sure, Dazai depowered him before, but he still kept his glasses on, not willing to remove them in a place he just arrived.
Of course, Scott wouldn't say he's completely relaxed still being in this casino, but. There's something really nice, just seeing everything as it should be, the mutant taking a quick look around the room.]
...You have brown eyes.
[Maybe he should try harder to take his shades back, but he can't stop his eyes from blinking a few times, just taking in the other man's admittedly handsome features in full color. And of course his eyes are the first thing he noticed. Sure, Dazai depowered him before, but he still kept his glasses on, not willing to remove them in a place he just arrived.
Of course, Scott wouldn't say he's completely relaxed still being in this casino, but. There's something really nice, just seeing everything as it should be, the mutant taking a quick look around the room.]
(now, he will be presented with a choice. carefully, the shades are set between them, and dazai's spare hand reaches for scott to take it. if he does, the wrist will be let go of, and dazai's fingers will wiggle as he gives his large smile at the very cute announcement.)
Yes! And light-ish brown hair, too!
(with how the other is looking around like he had never seen color before, he gets the feeling of what's going on. it's cute.)
Yes! And light-ish brown hair, too!
(with how the other is looking around like he had never seen color before, he gets the feeling of what's going on. it's cute.)
[Either take his glasses back or the offered hand, huh? The smart thing to do would be the first option, otherwise he'd basically be relying entirely on Dazai to keep his powers under control, a certain trust that he'd really only give to his fellow X-Men. One slipup, one mistake, and he'd not only possibly hurt the other man, but destroy this place and injure a ton of people here, something that he definitely doesn't want to do.
...Despite himself, he reaches over to take his hand, fingers sliding around the other's in a small grip, like making sure that Dazai won't let go.]
Mm, yeah, light brown hair too.
[Scott acknowledges with a small smile and while he isn't shy, there's definitely something softened in his features, blue eyes looking over Dazai's appearance and feeling something squeeze in his chest. He always hoped that he could've seen Jean like this--]
...Despite himself, he reaches over to take his hand, fingers sliding around the other's in a small grip, like making sure that Dazai won't let go.]
Mm, yeah, light brown hair too.
[Scott acknowledges with a small smile and while he isn't shy, there's definitely something softened in his features, blue eyes looking over Dazai's appearance and feeling something squeeze in his chest. He always hoped that he could've seen Jean like this--]
Is it relieving? I am supposing your ability is aggressive in nature. You can hold my hand for now.
(but just to make it clearer that dazai won't just go away, he comes a little closer, so that their knees are touching, too, moving the shades to scott's side. in case an accident happens, that's a precaution, and it must bring a little more assurance to the man, right?
his other hand moves to support his chin, elbow pressed against the other's leg as he looks perhaps a little too close for comfort.)
How long has it been since someone's seen your face?
(but just to make it clearer that dazai won't just go away, he comes a little closer, so that their knees are touching, too, moving the shades to scott's side. in case an accident happens, that's a precaution, and it must bring a little more assurance to the man, right?
his other hand moves to support his chin, elbow pressed against the other's leg as he looks perhaps a little too close for comfort.)
How long has it been since someone's seen your face?
Very aggressive, destructive. Don't stop touching me--
[Scott pauses there, an embarrassed noise centering from his chest and leaving him, knowing how that sounded. Look, it's the truth, Dazai shouldn't stop holding his hand and stuff, or else his optic blasts will just fire out and cause a few seconds of damage before he gets the chance to close them. At least it's clear that he probably doesn't have to worry about that, with the way the other man comes closer, their knees touching; Scott's unable to stop the slight shiver from having him near.
Despite those lingering guilty feelings, it really is nice to be close with another. It helps that Dazai is taking his powers seriously as well, a feeling of gratitude coming up when his shades are returned to him. Scott doesn't put them back on, but it's nice to have them close by.
Although, suddenly, Dazai is really close to him, throat visibly swallowing as he keeps his eyes focused on his. Why does it feel like he's getting sucked into... whatever this is? It's probably dangerous that he already feels safe around him, when he shouldn't have those feelings at all. He's someone that can stop his powers with one touch; he should be feeling the opposite.
But he's one of the only people he knows of in this world, at least so far, that's even remotely like him. Shouldn't they trust each other?]
Years, probably? Not without having a power surpressing collar around my neck anyway. [Clearly not something he enjoyed either.]
[Scott pauses there, an embarrassed noise centering from his chest and leaving him, knowing how that sounded. Look, it's the truth, Dazai shouldn't stop holding his hand and stuff, or else his optic blasts will just fire out and cause a few seconds of damage before he gets the chance to close them. At least it's clear that he probably doesn't have to worry about that, with the way the other man comes closer, their knees touching; Scott's unable to stop the slight shiver from having him near.
Despite those lingering guilty feelings, it really is nice to be close with another. It helps that Dazai is taking his powers seriously as well, a feeling of gratitude coming up when his shades are returned to him. Scott doesn't put them back on, but it's nice to have them close by.
Although, suddenly, Dazai is really close to him, throat visibly swallowing as he keeps his eyes focused on his. Why does it feel like he's getting sucked into... whatever this is? It's probably dangerous that he already feels safe around him, when he shouldn't have those feelings at all. He's someone that can stop his powers with one touch; he should be feeling the opposite.
But he's one of the only people he knows of in this world, at least so far, that's even remotely like him. Shouldn't they trust each other?]
Years, probably? Not without having a power surpressing collar around my neck anyway. [Clearly not something he enjoyed either.]
(aw, he's shy. he knows what scott meant from the moment he said it, and he has no intentions of letting go. it's an exercise of trust in someone who probably shouldn't be trusted - dazai is a difficult person, one whose way of dealing with things are complex, and never straight-forward. if scott pays attention to the expression he makes, really looks, he will notice there isn't an easy emotion to pinpoint. he smiles, but is he happy? he sounds so, but that smile seems-- too perfect.)
Sounds uncomfortable.
Sounds uncomfortable.
[He does notice, how that smile doesn't really seem to speak of anything particular, and it's a reminder that despite how nice it is to see things in color again and how nice it is feeling the warmth from his hand, they still really don't know each other. Maybe he should try and change that though, although not even Scott believes that Dazai is just going to spill his life story to him after one meeting. Possibly never. It's not like he needs to know everything about him, just enough where he can actually trust him.
At least he probably doesn't want to hurt him, so that's nice. Got that going for him--]
Yeah, wouldn't recommend. [Dryly, and with a small smile--] Didn't even ask me for a safeword.
At least he probably doesn't want to hurt him, so that's nice. Got that going for him--]
Yeah, wouldn't recommend. [Dryly, and with a small smile--] Didn't even ask me for a safeword.
[He debates. A six of spades is pretty decent, especially when he has another Spade, and a reliable eight. But that feeling, it's... he shouldn't care. It's not like he's even been able to summon his Persona. The empty feeling isn't any different, but it just feels bad.]
...Why don't you kiss me to help me decide?
...Why don't you kiss me to help me decide?
(oh, so the square can joke! unexpected enough that it makes dazai choke a little before the laughter splurts out of him. not knowing what to expect is something alluring - at home, things are obvious, too painfully so. makes his life dull, but here, new place, new rules, new perspectives, and until his brain catches up, it's the beginning of a puzzle. that includes the people.
it makes him 0.1% happier than before.)
I'm daring like that! Besides, I trust my partner to show me what they want and like! Speaking of, are you really going to sleep with me that easily? You were so nervous last time we shared a bed!
it makes him 0.1% happier than before.)
I'm daring like that! Besides, I trust my partner to show me what they want and like! Speaking of, are you really going to sleep with me that easily? You were so nervous last time we shared a bed!
(he'll take that as a 'it bothers me, but i'll get over it'. this is why the way his lips come to meet the other's is slow, he knows one needs a moment to get used to the feeling of vulnerability his own ability brings. experience colors every move, the way his lips take the bottom one of akechi's pair to let him know the tongue that runs across it might meet his.
the table where he sits makes it a little more visually appealing, whith dazai's long limbs stretching and leaning to find his balance as his hand falls to the neck. he'll let akechi's decision to stop or proceed follow it.)
the table where he sits makes it a little more visually appealing, whith dazai's long limbs stretching and leaning to find his balance as his hand falls to the neck. he'll let akechi's decision to stop or proceed follow it.)
[He kisses back, slow, still contemplating. It makes him feel vulnerable and weak, but it's also a little thrilling. It makes this feel all the more dangerous, and well, he likes things with stakes. He likes taking risks.
So he moves closer, pressing against Dazai a bit. He runs his hands along the man's sides, and tilts his head to deepen the kiss a little bit. Soon enough his own tongue meets Dazai's and teases searchingly for his teeth.]
So he moves closer, pressing against Dazai a bit. He runs his hands along the man's sides, and tilts his head to deepen the kiss a little bit. Soon enough his own tongue meets Dazai's and teases searchingly for his teeth.]
[He can't stop the small, but obvious self-satisfied grin taking root as Dazai laughs. It's a nice sound, something that feels genuine unlike some of those smiles he's been given earlier. Still a long way until any sort of actual trust, but it feels like a start. Scott resists the urge to run his fingers across the other man's knuckles, choosing to just sit and enjoy his vision for as long as possible.
Does his powers even have a limit? He didn't say.]
That's part of the game, right? [So, yes, he'll do it. At least it's with someone that's like him-- someone that can neutralize his powers. Maybe extra worrying in bed, but basic trust not to be murdered. Besides... what would it be like to have sex without seeing everything in red? It's... a tempting idea, honestly, one that makes Scott swallow deeply.]
I was nervous because I don't usually wake up nearly naked in bed with another man. Not exactly another Tuesday for me at least.
Does his powers even have a limit? He didn't say.]
That's part of the game, right? [So, yes, he'll do it. At least it's with someone that's like him-- someone that can neutralize his powers. Maybe extra worrying in bed, but basic trust not to be murdered. Besides... what would it be like to have sex without seeing everything in red? It's... a tempting idea, honestly, one that makes Scott swallow deeply.]
I was nervous because I don't usually wake up nearly naked in bed with another man. Not exactly another Tuesday for me at least.
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