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

[catphishing]

I thought you said that stopped them working?

[Not that they'd work in Ryslig either way. He's not sure what the best thing to offer from there is.]

Do you want to paint over them after?

[crowedthedead]

Covering isn't the same as clearing away. But they're not gonna work either way. [His smile is a little bitter there; it still feels weird and wrong to not have his magic, even after all this time in Ryslig. Being a were is hard for more reasons than just the pain of transforming or the feral spells.]

It's enough that you offered, Ollie. It means a lot. It doesn't matter if it's paint or chalk, I just... [He looks down slightly, almost shy.] Want to share a little bit of home with you.

[catphishing]

[He tilts his head, just enough to brush a kiss against his jaw before he rests back against his shoulder.]

I want that too. I want to understand the things you believe in. I don't want you to feel like you have to hide them from me.

[crowedthedead]

[The kiss makes him smile, and he presses his lips briefly to the side of his head.]

I don't feel like I have to hide from you. And it goes both ways, you don't have to hide anything from me either.

[catphishing]

[He stills at that, stomach twisting. The "I know" is on the edge of his tongue, but he already keeps so many things to himself. Some worse than others. Some that Soeki really does deserve to know, if he weren't so worried about losing him.

He sighs, settling himself against him more securely.]

You're so much better than you think you are.

[crowedthedead]

[Soeki hums out a quiet, content sound, curling his arm around Oliver a little more, smiling against the side of his head.]

Who's the one supporting who here? And all because an old dude hurt my feelings, christ. I don't deserve you.

[catphishing]

[It's mean , but he does laugh a little at that.]

He's not that old. And he's your friend. I did kind of screw that up for you.

[crowedthedead]

You didn't screw up anything, he started it when he said that shit to you. And then when he decided to blow me off instead of discussing it. [He trails his lips down, presses a kiss just under his ear.] This is some highschool bullshit, honestly. No thanks.

[catphishing]

[He makes a small sound of contentment. Partly relief, partly because that spot is really sensitive.]

I almost miss high school. Sort of. At least there I thought one day everyone would have grown past this.

[crowedthedead]

[That just makes him smile, and mouth over that spot again.] I don't miss it. You wouldn't have looked at me twice. I don't need all the dumb drama, I just need you.

[catphishing]

Yeah, because you were totally into spotty nerds back then.

[He tilts his head, making his neck more available to him. His breathing's already starting to sound a little shallow.]

[crowedthedead]

Oh, and you were? I was a spotty, weedy kid in eyeliner. [He breathes out a laugh, kissing a path along the exposed skin of his throat, unhurried. The tips of his fingers edge under the hem of his shirt.]

[catphishing]

Maybe if I thought you were into guys. I think some of my crushes were literally just because I thought they might be gay.

[crowedthedead]

I would have been thrilled if you'd paid me any attention. [He's still thrilled to have Oliver's attention, actually. He kisses back up the line of his neck, lightly rubbing his stubble against his skin.] I can go buy some eyeliner. We can recreate the highschool experience.

[catphishing]

I don't know if you want that. My hottest high school experiences all involved magazines or dial up.

[This? This is much nicer.]

[crowedthedead]

Still sounds better than mine. Awkward fumbling, premature ejaculation, and a mutual agreement to just be friends, to summarize.

[catphishing]

Ouch. [He winces sympathetically, twisting his head so he can kiss the top of Soeki's.]

I mean, it's not like I enjoyed thinking I was going to be a sad, lonely virgin forever, but... ouch.

[crowedthedead]

You're definitely not a sad, lonely virgin now. And I don't think my dick has scared you off yet, so hey, old age has been kind to us. [His lips quirk in a grin and he tilts his head, going in for a proper kiss.]

[catphishing]

Yeah, that's not happening. I love your dick.

[He grins back, a hand moving to caress Soeki's thigh as he returns the kiss.]

I think you look better without eyeliner anyway.

[crowedthedead]

[He laughs quietly against his mouth, trailing fingers up under the hem of Oliver's shirt.] I love your dick.

You've never seen me with eyeliner.

[catphishing]

Yeah. I know. [It's not like he hasn't given him plenty of reason to over the past few months. His breath hitches in anticipation as he feels the warm brush of Soeki's fingers just under his shirt, smile fading so he can put more focus into kissing him.]

I don't have to. I've never met a guy I like better with eyeliner.