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[catphishing]

WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, OLIVER. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 142.58.303.67 *** oliver has joined 142.58.303.67 <oliver> So this is my private channel. <oliver> Talk to me?

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<trashpanda>
<mothman>
<oliver>
<deBricassart> (anon)

Former Usernames

<creepypasta>

Throwaways

<zx01r3z>
<tfk>

Changeling Throwaways

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[crowedthedead]

[He fits himself up against the couch, curling his too-long arms around Oliver, tilting his head down to nuzzle at him gently. It also serves to take in his scent, and to rub Soeki's own scent over him to make them both smell right again.]

You don't have to talk about it right now, but I want to know who it was. [He's growling a little bit again, a slight rumble in his chest and throat.] And why. It wasn't Robbie and Draco, was it?

[catphishing]

[He leans into his embrace, shaking his head against Soeki's chest in response to his question. His familiar smell and warmth is comforting, as is his growl. It helps him feel safe, knowing Soeki would never let anyone hurt him.]

No. I don't know who it was. Some werewolf I never met before. It was stupid. He said he wanted someone who followed the Fourth, but I don't do anything for him.

[crowedthedead]

[It's funny how an animal instinct has become a comforting ritual for the two of them, even now that Oliver isn't a werebear. His tongue darts out to lick briefly at his hair before he's back to nuzzling, spreading his scent.]

I'll fucking end him. [He doesn't know off the top of his head who it might be, but damned if he won't find out. Hearing that it was more god shit, though...]

We can't keep doing this. The Fourth has done nothing for us except make us targets.

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[He's still tense. Soeki's affections are helping immensely, but he's angry. Nothing he's done has been to help further the Fourth God's goals in any way, yet he's still found himself a target. So has Soeki. It isn't fair. ]

No. This is the Fog and her stupid cronies. They're trying to scare people out of acting against her. Like she doesn't deserve every bit of hate she gets for the crap she pulls on us.

[crowedthedead]

It's not just them. Robbie and Draco were both neutral. We're outnumbered and what's the little computer-fucker done to stop any of this? To protect his so-called followers? [The resentment toward the Fourth, toward the Fog, toward just about everyone is growing and Soeki can't help how bitter he feels. He's pissed and he's scared. The thought of losing Oliver before they can even get married is terrifying.] There's no good side to be on. It's not like we didn't already know that the foggies are brutal little shitbags.

Fuck. We're as low-key as they come and shit like this is still happening.

[catphishing]

[Soeki's right. It's not just the Fog followers that have hurt them, yet it still feels like it's her fault. Just like every other thing that happens to them here. He goes quiet for a time before mumbling petulantly into Soeki's shirt.]

I don't like the Fog God.

[crowedthedead]

I know. I hate her too. [He murmurs soothingly, stroking a too-big hand gently down his side. The fog has done nothing but make them both miserable, her followers have been brutal murderers with no regards to life or innocence. He only wishes he could do something about it.]

Can I get you anything? Tea, something to eat? Let me take care of you.

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[He leans forward to kiss him. It's awkward when Soeki's like this, and truthfully he's not in the habit of it when he doesn't look human, but now he doesn't care.]

You always take care of me. All I want is you here right now.

[His gentleness with him and his sheer size is helping a lot after the trauma of running into the were that had killed him. He doesn't want him to leave him, even if it's only to fetch him something.]

[crowedthedead]

[It's pretty awkward, definitely, because fun fact - bears have prehensile lips that aren't attached to their gums. That plus the huge teeth, long tongue, and the muzzle make for a bizarre kissing experience. He doesn't say anything about it though, just sort of nuzzles against the side of his face, and tugs him in closer.

He's huge, and he wraps around Oliver pretty easily, thoroughly. As if he can be his shield.] Okay. I'm not going anywhere, I promise. We can sit here as long as you need.

[catphishing]

[It doesn't bother him. Not anymore, and especially not now. He just wants contact with the man he loves.

Even without the sensitive sense of smell he had as a bear Soeki's scent is comforting, and surrounded by his warmth he's starting to feel a little better.]

Thank you. I love you.