foxtophat | when i grow to be a poppy in a graveyard

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when i grow to be a poppy in a graveyard

[entering the boring way is, well, boring, but at least Catduggery is guaranteed to survive the transition. and it does give the Captain time to perfect looking cool and collected for the minute or so it'll take Skulduggery to reach him.]

Oh, that's right, I meant to ask... how did Izzy take the news? Did he give a little [mimes a golf-tourney fistpump] when he realized he was dead on about us?

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So encouraging. [he can't help his fondness, which helps subdue that misplaced embarrassment.] I think... I would like to take you out. Try to romance you. Maybe... mmm. Dancing. Pretending to eat and drink. And when I've had all my fun playing pretend there... well. Sturdy headboards, warm fires... something about you filling me to the marrow... that all sounds fun.

[it does mean people will see. it possibly means confrontations. it's definitely a bad idea... which is why he's not opposed to being the loser, this time around.]

[there is a sound like breath being caught in his throat, and his body comes to a sudden, shaky halt in his lap.

a pause.]

... Four...

[his hands meet at the small of his back, rubbing slow, comforting circles. in for a penny, he figures...]

It's been a long time since I genuinely wanted to take someone out, is all. And you'd be obligated to put up with it, no matter how obnoxious I want to be. You'd even have to dress nicely. Laugh at my jokes, thank me for pulling out your chair...

[now he's just being a sap. ...but, he can't even help himself:]

...Let me ravish you against the door in the hallway, because I certainly won't be able to resist...

[he whines, hiding his face in his shoulder as his limbs continue to shake and twitch at random.]

... I... I think. [no] I want that. I want that...

You do?

[it's silly. he thinks so, anyway. but the desire he hears in the Captain's voice resonates with his own passions, and suddenly he can't remember what was so silly to begin with.]

...Good. Because I love you, and I want to show you that.

Love you, mm... But. [he leans back in his lap a bit, looking up at him as he rolls his hips.] Still want to win, though...

[his grip tightens, his own hips moving in instinctive time.]

I can't wait to see it. Can't wait to watch you fall apart. [his lewd grin is audible.] Make it to seven, and we'll do both.

Mm... Help me get there. [he kisses just below his teeth.] I could never do it without you...

My pleasure. [he presses his knuckles against his clit, giving him something to grind against.] I can't wait to see you bare and bound for me. I'm going to enjoy teasing you until you're ready to burst. Leaving you writhing on the bed, knowing you'll be drooling for me when I come back...

[wait, who's losing again?]

Please, more... [there is a point where his addled mind realizes that it could have a lot more energy for more pressing matters if it wasn't being spent on other functions, and that is when the glamour drops, suddenly and all at once, all glowing eyes and skin of solid shadow. nothing changes much beside that; he burns hot where they touch, radiates heat where they don't.] Please...

[he'll never get tired of it, never be able to tear his attention away from the being comprised of shadows sitting in his lap.]

Beautiful. You're doing so well, my love. And you're so close... I want to see you win so badly.

Feels so much more like this... [and it's this sudden spike of sensation that tips him over into five, back arching as the arms around his shoulders tighten in their effort to keep him stable.] Oh, god, I can't, so much...

Don't worry. I have you.

[the room shifts with his needs, the couch giving way to the Hotel's bed in his want for comfort. he folds his arms around the Captain's shoulders, holding him close as he pushes him back into the mattress.]

You've done so well already... if you need a break, we can take one.

[he sinks into the bed with something like a cross between a relieved sigh and a moan, the light level of the room dimming for a moment as he closes his eyes briefly.]

Mm... The spirit is willing... [a leg almost hooks itself around him... but, falls back to the side with a thump.] ... Well. You know the rest.

I think I've heard the saying before...

[he braces his knees between his thighs, grinding their hips together. slow at first, as he presses the skeletal approximation of kisses to the closest patches of shadow he can.]

[one arm falls above his head, while the other reaches out to him, running over whatever he can reach, fingers skimming the top layer of bone.]

You are so beautiful...

[he is, objectively, no more beautiful than an anatomy class model; sturdy, well put together, but fundamentally interchangeable with any other skeleton. and yet, the compliment is said so tenderly that he can't bring himself to completely refute it.]

I am nothing compared to you, my darling. My gorgeous shadow...

[maybe it's all gone to his head. maybe he's more tired than he thinks. the words are out of his mouth before he's even had a chance to think them.]

... Do you truly not wish me to change? [he's not even sure where that question came from. soft and quiet. like's he'll be afraid of the answer.]

[he stills, just for a moment, just to look at him. shadows and fire. wholly unique and so entirely undeserving of the worry he can hear in his voice.]

You are the most stunning being I have ever had the pleasure of witnessing. Why would I want to change that?

Because everyone else--

[his gaze drops, head turning away.]

... I don't know... I'm. Sorry. You aren't anyone else. You're... everything. I don't...

Shh. It's okay.

[he places one hand against his cheek, turning his face back towards his own.]

You don't need to apologize. Just believe me when I say that I don't want you to change. [he leans down, pressing his teeth to the skin his thumb just touched.] The only thing I want is to change how you see the world, and how the world sees you in turn.

... I think I believe I can, when you say it...

[he visibly blinks hard, his hand coming up to cover his, flame over bone.]

I really do love you. More than I ever thought I could.

[he thought he'd known what love was supposed to be when his family was killed in front of him. he'd thought he'd known what it would feel like, after spending decades around China Sorrows, who had encouraged him to fall for her again and again. he'd thought there would be no more tightness in his chest without a heart to skip a beat, no need for desire, no space left for happiness in his hollow cavities.

god. how wrong he'd been.]

I believe you. And I am utterly, madly in love with you in turn. Obsessed. Everything about you drives me crazy. [he rolls his hips, slow, careful, a little afraid of breaking him even though he knows that's impossible.] Shadow and flame... how could I not adore you?

[he covers his face with his hands for a moment before letting his arms fall again, a breathless laugh.]

I don't know how to say pretty things like you do... [he pushes back against him, body arched slightly.] Wish I did... I'd make you blush worse than you do me...

[he hums quietly, thoughtfully. there's a joke he could make about being a skeleton, but instead,]

You tell me you love me and call me beautiful. What prettier words do I need?

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