IC Contact [ryslig]

[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?

Current Usernames

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

Former Usernames

<creepypasta>

Throwaways

<zx01r3z>
<tfk>

Changeling Throwaways

Comments

[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.

[catphishing]

[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.