vatheon | Disciple visits Colmena de Dualscar

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Disciple visits Colmena de Dualscar

Who: Disciple and all, especially those living with Dualscar
When: Current
Where: Around the bubble, and eventually Dualscar's Hive
Style: Either
Status: Open

[Disciple had made a promise to Psii, and she intended to make good on it. Today she had open, so then today she would stop by to visit. She had been missing all of them, and well... might even feel brave enough to have some very certain words with Dualscar.]

[She wanted to bring something nice with her, but her own hive was a little under-supplied at the moment, so she would venture around the bubble to find what she would need. Varied enough were her stops that she could reliably be encountered throughout most of the bubble, were anyone wishing to speak with her about anything.]

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[Eventually, goodies in hand, she will arrive at the front door of Dualscar's hive, and announce herself with a knock.]

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[Once again Dualscar happens to be near the door when the knock happens, and he frowns at the door. Since when did they get visitors, anyway? And last time it was Disciple, too.

He grunts irritably and opens the door, expecting perhaps more of those singing people from 12th Perigee.

But instead it's the person he should have expected.

He smirks down at her, remembering with fondness their last encounter]

Back to beg for a little more?

[She heard, and felt through the floor, someone approaching the door. She was hoping it would be Psii, or Signless, just to avoid him. Disciple was not to get her wish, it seems, and cringes just a little, inwardly, when she recognizes who it was the opened the door.]

[It would be easier if she was certain one way or the other that she had wanted to pursue a black romance with him. As it was, she was all conflicting emotions, and no definite answers.]

Hardly. [Pointed glare.]

I am here for your roommates. I told Psii I would visit, and I intend to follow through on my promise.

[Yeah, he's pretty much the most smug in the world. His smirk widens at the glare and he reaches out, intending to catch her chin, turn her face up towards him]

Wwell, wwe wwouldn't wwant to disappoint the-- him. Say please, an I'll let you into my hivve.

[That sure was a stirring of anger she was starting to feel. Maybe even... hatred? One thing could be said about Dualscar he could bring whatever mood she was feeling to anger in a remarkably quick amount of time.]

[She does not jerk away from his catching her chin, like she knows she probably should, like her mind was telling her to; Screaming even.]

How about I let you keep your bloody hand, and we will call it even.

Howw about you givve me a kiss wwhen you're sober and'll actually remember it. [Yeah, he's not moving. If anything, he's leaning over a little. He can see the anger and hatred in her eyes and it's giving him a stirring of his own. He knows he shouldn't push it too far, but he does want to push it this far before Signless or Psiioniic come by]

[She sputters as his comment blindsides her.]

Kiss...!?

[Oh how she hated whoever first invented alcohol. All of this was moving far too quickly, and in a direction she was not entirely sure she was comfortable with. Still, the frankness of his statement shocks something of an answer out of her.]

I am not kissing you here, Dualscar.

[ 'here'- Her mouth it seemed was making decisions her mind was still arguing over. She glances uneasily past him into the hive, what if Signless saw them like this? Or Psii? Oh gods.]

Or ever for that matter.

[She forces out, almost in protest to herself.]

[His mind hears the 'here' and his smirk widens, his claws digging into her chin where he holds her, looming over her as impressively as a nearly seven-foot-tall sea dweller can, despite the fact that he's wearing a purple and black sweater with a herringbone pattern on it, and jeans, rather than his full regalia.

At her protestation, he laughs, deep and dark and liquid.]

Not evver? I think you mean not evver again. Only wwe both knoww that's not true. So wwhy are you tryin' to deny it noww, after wwhat wwe'vve already done? It'd be pathetic if it wweren't so fuckin amusing.

[Still she felt that anger. That kept her from relenting to him. Her eyes locked on his, and she recovers from the blindside.

I am trying to deny it, Dualscar, because I barely remember it.

[She brings an arm to to grab at the wrist that was holding onto her chin. Disciple's own claws dug into flesh through his sweater.]

I seem to be only able to remember snippets of what actually happened, because someone only had the globes to come on to me while I was besotted to the darkness and back like some sort of dipsomaniac. What is pathetic, Dualscar, is needing to take advantage of a drunk rebel to get in her pants.

[With that she squeezes her claws just a bit more into flesh and attempts to pull his arm from her chin, maybe squeezing a little more then was necessary.]

[ Don't mind the quiet clattering in the kitchen, Psii can't hear a word of what's going on. He developed some weird habits in Dualscar's house and they pop up at the oddest times. Given that he heard the door, he didn't even bother going to answer it. He just went into the kitchen to make honey-sweetened tea for any guests. ]

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