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Post by Dainn Haskett Vindalfr on Mar 30, 2014 22:29:02 GMT
Dainn was not a happy puppy. He was also not a very well puppy, either.
Such as a dog limps away from a fight with its tail between its legs, so did the Shuck have to taste such bitterness. He staggered amidst the protective embrace of the darkened alleyways, choosing rather not to have his wounds exposed in the grim light of the streetlamps. The world didn't need to see his terrible battered physique. No. There was only one person Dainn needed to show his injuries too. Someone who could actually be of use to his situation.
His limbs were coated in crimson, his own crimson, the steady fall of rain only strong enough now to wash away what hadn't already caked onto his skin. The clear liquid had infused itself with red and trickled down his body, either absorbing with his dampened clothes or running freely down the exposed patches of skin. He'd torn a lot of his attire off, choosing instead to feel the rain patter coolly against his burning hot wounds than to have them masked by increasingly clingy fabric. But still- oh, how he ached! The weather was revitalizing, true, but it wasn't enough to calm his senses.
With every step, movement became just that little bit harder. Although his legs remained relatively unscathed, the pain from both his torso and his arms was enough to slow him considerably, the gnawing agony making it hard to concentrate. His entire upper body was embellished with cuts and welts and the reddish beginnings of heaving bruising. He was sore, he was broken, but he wasn't about to keel over and die in the middle of the street like some diseased mongrel.
He stumbled suddenly, a flash of pain catching him by surprise as his forearm came flying out sideways to steady himself against a wall. The limb carried a particularly nasty gash, and the forceful contact sent a blaring shock-wave of nerves up through Dainn's body, causing him to jerk his neck back and permeate the air with a pained hiss. He remained there for a moment, his position staggered and uneven as he tried to bite through the physical distress with concentrated breaths.
It allowed him to pause and evaluate his current predicament, giving him time to judge how far away he was from his targeted destination. It also meant he had to forcefully push out any thoughts of the earlier hours of the evening, despite how persistent such reflection was in his mind. Dainn was a perfectionist, and the evening certainly had not gone perfectly. Drakonrhedi scum. Still, he was thankful he'd left when he had, using the last bouts of energy he still pertained to beat a hasty retreat. He hated retreating, true, but he also wasn't ready to face death. Not just yet, anyway.
Drawing in a deep inhale and readying himself, Dainn proceeded again, leaving a small puddle of scarlet that had pooled around his feet while he'd been collecting his thoughts. He was content to leave his mark there, sure that the rainwater would trickle it down into the drains anyway. He carried on, slowly but surely taking purposeful steps to arrive eventually at the familiar street sign. In bold, black letters it declared 'Foxfire Road', and Dainn released a long exhale in relief. Usually, he had no qualms about finding his way around this rat-warren of the city, but under his current...circumstances he feared his ability to navigate was a little hindered by concerns of actually remaining upright.
Before long, the recognisably obscure household belonging to a rather perplexing little individual came into view, and Dainn halted briefly to examine the homestead. The light were off, so Dainn deduced that Victor was either asleep or working deep down in the bowls of his abode. He wondered for a moment if Victor was still in possession of the gifts Dainn had generously given him a couple of nights ago, and in particular the muted maid strapped to his table. Unfortunately, Dainn had left before he got a chance to examine the full dissection. It was with a slightly dismayed realization that he figured Victor had probably already disposed of that particular focus point and had taken up more uninteresting activities. Still, whatever the doctor was up to, Dainn was determined to throw himself into Victor's immediate attention.
He approached the small iron gate at the bottom of the front garden and twisted the handle slowly to gentle open the contraption, making sure to make a more subtle entrance this time round. Besides, he wanted to catch Victor in a good mode, and playing to the doctor's no-nonsense outlook in life would most likely play in Dainn's favour. Staggering up the path, he reached the front door and raised a now trembling fist to knock three times. Loud, definite thuds. Thud. Thud. Thud. On the third thud, his clenched fist remained pressed against the woodwork, his knuckles dragging along the surface. Dainn was panting hard now, the last pangs of energy he'd been using to keep himself standing now spent on revealing his presence to Victor. He felt himself slipping downwards, gravity taking a hold of his battered body until it pulled him down the ground. Please be home, you bastard. He was sitting now, drooped like a withered flower, his wet hair soaked with rain and blood drooping down into his face. He winced as another flash of pain streaked through his body. Where the hell is he?
Tags: Vykhlu the Erudite Inspiration: NONE URGH. Notes: THIS SUCKS SUPER HARD AND IT'S REALLY SHORT AND BADLY WRITTEN I'LL GET BETTER IN MY REPLIES HONEST. victor should give dainn a bath lelz.
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Post by Vykhlu the Erudite on Mar 30, 2014 23:59:09 GMT
Thud. Thud. Thud.
"Come in!" came the doctor's call. However, his voice was soft, muted by the walls of his bedroom.
After a moment, there was no opening of the door in response. With a sigh, Victor stood, making his way downstairs--in his slippers, casting off the robe he wore. He was by no means dressed to accept guests (as he didn't consider a rather thin white button-up that wasn't buttoned up entirely and black pants suitable for fairly obvious reasons), as he'd expected to get some sleep tonight. It looked like he wasn't about to.
Hopefully it was just Dainn with another dead body that he could obtain and then shoo the man away. It was raining, who else would be out at this hour?
"I do hope you're not intending to stay for tea," he called out as he rather grouchily made his way down the stairs. "I'm not exactly equipped for guests currently."
With a disgruntled sigh, Vyk yanked the door open.
Something wet and cold slammed into his legs.
Vykhlu gave a high-pitched yelp and a tiny hop backwards, hands flying up to their characteristic position beside his shoulders, as if he were showing that he was unarmed.
After a moment of Tsui's laughter filling his head (which he tuned out as quickly as possible) and shaking breaths to calm himself, he finally spoke again, voice still a few pitches higher than usual.
"Not the dead body I was expecting." A gasping breath. "You're bleeding on the carpet."
"Vyk, you are a total pansy."
He ignored his OAI.
What followed was a string of him thinking out loud. "You're bleeding on the carpet. Where's a safe place to bleed? Tables downstairs are taken. It'd be a nice irony. Carpet. Blood. I should button my shirt up. And close the door, the rain's coming in."
Vyk nodded once, as if to reassure himself, then crouched and slipped one arm beneath Dainn's legs and the other supporting his back.
"You're a very bad dog, you know that? Tracking blood in my house. And rain! At this hour!" He shook his head, not realizing that he had forgotten to button up his shirt. It wasn't entirely unbuttoned, but the first few had been loosed to give him a bit of breathing room.
enjoy his bare chest, dainn. enjoy it
Pushing the door closed with his backside, he made his way upstairs. He could feel a pulse through the man's back. Speaking of, he did not appear to have his clothing in the best condition either.
"Where am I taking you? Oh, that's right, I didn't decide yet," Vyk babbled (mostly to himself) as he walked up the stairs. Dainn certainly didn't weigh very much. "Once more, I must express concern at your nutrition. You're awful light for your height. That rhymes. Carpet. Blood. Bathroom. Bathtub. You can bleed in my bathtub."
He turned, probably hitting Dainn's head or legs against the corner as he rushed down another hallway and into the bathroom, feeling the blood trickling onto him.
Vyk had to try his hardest not to throw Dainn into the bathtub. He doubted his bloodhound would particularly appreciate such treatment, especially in his current condition.
The bathtub itself was one of the fancy old ones, with golden clawed feet supporting it.
"Oh, stars, blood everywhere," Vykhlu hissed. "And I was hoping for a relaxing evening. Well. I'll be right back with a knife and some salve. Stay here."
The last bit probably wasn't necessary, given Dainn's condition, but he felt compelled to include it nonetheless. He didn't want blood all over, after all, and he didn't want some delusional puppy trying to follow him.
He quickly wiped the blood running down his arm on Dainn's already dirty shirt, then darted out and into his kitchen.
"Vyk, that was hilarious," Tsui called out from where he'd stuffed her to in the back of his mind. He blinked slightly, as if he'd forgotten her existence, and then once more tuned her in. "I still don't like this man, though."
"Understood, Tsui, but the irony! And the science! I can't let him die yet."
"...you screamed like a little cabbage."
Vyk sighed. He had long ago understood that he was not the most masculine figure out there. Tsui also understood this, but that didn't stop her from teasing him about it, apparently. Dainn would probably also hold this incident over his head. What a bother.
Opening a cupboard, he pulled out a light-imbued salve he'd picked up at the market (Tsui had demanded it, in case Dainn decided to backstab him or something) and a standard knife from the kitchen--just in case he needed to cut clothing away from any wound. Of course, he wasn't doing any major stitching work, so he could probably just get away with dumping ointment all over the man in his bathtub.
Returning to the bathroom, he carefully placed the jar of ointment and knife on the edge of the sink and turned to his new patient, rubbing his hands back and forth and assessing Dainn's condition.
"Oh, stars. What did you do, try and eat a hornet's nest?"
Vyk knelt down in front of his bloodhound, grabbing the jar of salve and unscrewing the cap, replacing the top on the sink before turning to address Dainn once more.
"Now tell me where it hurts."
Apparently, Tsui did not feel particularly inclined to tell him that his shirt was unbuttoned yet. Perhaps in an attempt to make fun of him again later or because Opal likes tempting teapot <3.
"The salve's just your normal painkiller spelled to knit flesh," he added quickly, as some live patients protested about certain medicines. He certainly wished he could cut their voiceboxes out.
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Post by Dainn Haskett Vindalfr on Mar 31, 2014 0:49:04 GMT
After a slight delay, Dainn could faintly hear the sound of the door clicking open, realised he properly hadn't positioned himself in the best way and fell flat on his face as the door opened up to him. He landed with an indignant "Unf.", face crashing against the carpet, too physically drained to try and steady himself. Luckily Victor's scream made up for it. The very slightest of smiles tugged at the corner of his lips, but despite his best efforts, the outward show of amusement never surfaced, and he was forced to content himself by lying there limp at the doctor's feet like a sack of potatoes.
Sack of potatoes? Oh gods, here comes the delirium.
"You're bleeding on the carpet."
Dainn uttered a long, loud groan in response, to emphasize the fact that his conversation skills were a little lacking this evening. He'd resorted to conserving his energy for the time being. For what purpose, he didn't know, but he thought it best to store some strength anyway. His eyes were shut, so he was largely oblivious to what was happening around him. He could hear Victor speaking (did he mention something about his shirt being undone?) and fumbling around and -to his inward surprise- felt the other man hitch his arm underneath his legs and slide another behind his back and hoisted him forthwith into the air. Dainn grumbled slightly at the sudden movement, brow furrowing in agitation, but he allowed Victor to do so.
Princess style, lucky me, cooed a voice inside his head.
"You're a very bad dog, you know that? Tracking blood in my house. And rain! At this hour!"
Normally, in any other condition, Dainn would've quite liked hearing Victor scold him in such a way - after all, he was all about the whole 'bad dog' thing. Talk about a growing fetish. But right now he couldn't even express a smug smile to show for his inward glee at Victor's words. His lips tugged into something that could've been a mix between a growl and a grin, but with another crack of pain rippling through his body, the expression fell flat and a small hiss escaped Dainn's mouth.
"Where am I taking you? Oh, that's right, I didn't decide yet. Once more, I must express concern at your nutrition. You're awful light for your height. That rhymes. Carpet. Blood. Bathroom. Bathtub. You can bleed in my bathtub."
Dainn registered that Victor was carrying him upstairs, so he was pleased that he wasn't about to become Victor's next test subject. Shame, that table with the cuffs on looked rather appealing-
Another flare of pain as Victor bumped him into a corner quickly silenced that particular train of thought. "Damn it, Victor." he growled quietly, face creasing in visible agony. Victor's pace now gained momentum and Dainn could feel himself being jostled with the speed. He let out audible complaints, but these were fairly quiet in comparison to his previous protests. Supposedly they were heading for Victor's bathroom, and Dainn braced himself for being plonked down roughly. He stiffened a little, but thankfully the impact of him hitting the bathtub wasn't great, in fact it was almost rather gentle, and he allowed his body to flop once more, groaning a little as he was able to finally stretch his legs out.
"Oh, stars, blood everywhere. And I was hoping for a relaxing evening. Well. I'll be right back with a knife and some salve. Stay here."
One of Dainn's eyes opened a crack, a small dark slit allowing him to look upon Victor for the first time. His vision was a little hazy, and he was pretty almost definitely sure that he was about to black out, but...Dainn managed to furrow his brow; was Victor...nake- no. He was just in a pale white nightshirt. Still, he must've forgotten to do up a couple of vital buttons. Even Dainn could see that.
He watched drowsily as Victor exited the bathroom and yup- true to his own prediction, he felt himself pass out seconds later. He can't have been blacked out for long, because Victor's hasty re-entering into the room stirred him from his momentary lapse of unconsciousness. He let out another grumble this time, but to his dismay and utter embarrassment, it sounded more like a whining puppy.
"Oh, stars. What did you do, try and eat a hornet's nest?"
Dainn tried to roll his eyes at the ridiculous accusation, but a pained wince expressed itself instead, "Got into...a bit of trouble with the authorities." he returned, voice low and husky, cracked with the lack of energy. He released a long, drawn out breath, "Just a few flesh wounds. That's all."
Thaaaaaaat's it, big guy, just dumb it down. No need to play the damsel card.
"Now tell me where it hurts."
Dainn's brow furrowed again and he closed his eyes in exasperation. Really? Slowly, he managed to turn his head towards Victor, his face taking on a dry, unimpressed countenance. He shot Victor this expression for a few moments before suddenly, finding an ounce of flaring energy from absolutely nowhere, slapped a hand across to the opposite side of his torso, gripped the fabric and with an unbridled roar of pain, jerked his arm back and ripped the already weakened fabric of his shirt clean off, exposing his entire torso and arms, both adorned with all his cuts and gashes. He dropped the useless rag of clothing over the side of the bath and lay there, panting, his chest heaving and damp with blood and sweat and rain. With his other hand, he made a lazy, sweeping gesture to his upper body, and mouthed "Here."
Tags: Vykhlu the Erudite Inspiration: Dainn x Vyk obviously Notes: and dainn will totally pull him into that bath
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Post by Vykhlu the Erudite on Mar 31, 2014 2:15:49 GMT
After a little bit of humping bumping and some unhappy groans and growls and even a "Damn it, Victor" from Dainn, he was successfully transported from the door and into his bathroom. However, this did not appear to be the end of the endeavor--being in a bathtub did not necessarily stop humans from bleeding, as Vyk's new evidence conclusively showed.
Upon his return to the bathroom, Dainn had either stopped himself from blacking out or had recently reawoken from being unconscious. Either way, he was still not particularly inclined to conversation, instead dainning to reply to Vyk's entrance with an undeniably puppy-like whine. Vyk had to bite back a smile at the man's reaction to pain--he was awful like a pet. Perhaps the Promethaen would keep him as one later. Apparently, being left in a bathtub did not cure humans of wounds, as Vykhlu had expected.
"Got into...a bit of trouble with the authorities. Just a few flesh wounds. That's all."
Vyk sighed, running his free hand through his hair. "If the Drakonrhedi to my doorstep I will be a very unhappy person, do you understand? I'll have to disappear again, and that's always a pain. Or fake my death. Ever attended your own funeral? Rather amusing."
He had, once. His first alias didn't go over so well with the inhabitants of his chosen station of work.
The Erudite had to turn his attention back to Dainn, however, as he was receiving a rather unamused glare from the bloodhound. Apparently his question was not appreciated. The usually rather polite mass murderer was being a bit bitchy tonight. Was he really in that much pain?
To his surprise and almost alarm, Dainn uttered a gutteral growl and tore off the remains of his shirt. Vyk was taken aback, and showed this via a blink.
He was perhaps not the best at displaying emotion. It wasn't so much a conscious effort not to at times as a simple lack of undersatnding on how to communicate such things to people.
"Here," came the mouthed answer.
Vykhlu sighed. "You could have simply said so without getting blood on the wallpaper," he fretted, then leaning forward to begin his work. "And I have a knife for cutting open your clothes." Apparently that was no longer of use. Oh well. Putting the jar of ointment down on the ground for a moment, Vyk reached over Dainn to pull the final remnants of his shirt free, tossing the discarded and torn fabric on the bathroom floor.
"Do you even have another shirt? Certainly not here. Maybe the maid's clothes will fit you," he added with amusement. He'd cut those away a few days ago, and the subject was... not doing so well currently. Perhaps he'd made one cut too many.
Picking up the jar in one hand, he rested that forearm on the side of the bath and stared at the murderer's cuts, a slight grimace on his face.
"You're really a terribly dirty dog, aren't you. Perhaps we should just give you a bath."
The xenobiologist turned to glance at his sink. Yes, he had soap aplenty. He could very easily wash out Dainn's cuts in a bath, too, before putting ointment on them.
Besides, then there wouldn't be mud and rainwater and blood all over the house.
"Yes, that sounds like an excellent idea." Vykhlu nodded once, resolutely, then glanced once more at the man's wounds. He had plenty. "Although perhaps I should heal you up a little first. I won't do any stitches, though. You don't really need them."
Dipping two fingers into the jar, he retrieved a dollop of ointment and selected the most obvious wounds--those on Dainn's shoulders, smearing them with the stuff.
"Might sting a little at first," he explained after applying it to the first wound. "But it'll go away soon enough. A bit of tingling, then the magic kicks in and you're feeling spry once more." He smiled with faked brightness, his tone of voice changing to match his facial expression, filled with overdone cheeriness that one might display to encourage a child, even as he continued to apply the ointment, scooping out dollops of the stuff as necessary. His treatment of Dainn's wounds was not necessarily rough, but neither was it particularly accommodating.
"And don't think this gets you out of having a bath," Vyk continued, taking on a more reprimanding tone. He rather liked the fact that Dainn was mostly disinclined to reply to him. "I am still very displeased with you for tracking blood in here. In fact, when you're feeling better, why don't you clean the carpet where you dribbled?"
Vyk gave a small smile as he continued to apply the ointment, taking advantage of Dainn's disinclination towards speaking to answer for him. "Why, Victor, that sounds like an excellent plan. Especially because you have been so kind as to treat me when I managed to piss off one too many Drakonrhedi. I will also be polite and say my pleases and thank yous, because I have been treating my kind host abominably thus so far."
He raised an eyebrow at Dainn, half-glaring at him as he applied ointment to the last wound, placing the jar on the ground and settling back slightly, clasping his hands together and resting both forearms on the lip of the tub. "There, all done. Don't run away, or I'll put a leash on you."
He looked away, back towards the kitchen. He'd left the timer in there, of course, he realized with a sigh. "Now we'll wait for, oh, five minutes, and then I'll start your bath, because you still need one before you go dripping odd fluids everywhere." He glanced at the knife on the sink. Perhaps he should put that away--but he didn't want Dainn running off now that he was feeling better. The bloodhound still needed a bath and to clean his carpet.
After the allotted time period of five minutes, Vyk turned to Dainn with his very serious face on. Reaching down to Dainn's feet, he yanked off the man's footwear, put in the bath's plug, and then turned on the bathtub faucet.
"Time to wash up!" he announced with a small smile, the faucet pouring out warm water.
Turning around, he rooted about in the cupboard beneath the sink, pulling out a bar of jasmine soap and a small vial of liquid soap.
He placed the bar on the side of the tub, then opened up the vial and poured out a little bit into the cap, then placed that under the running water.
Immediately, it foamed, sending bubbles cascading out into the partially filled tub. Vyk repeated the process three times. At the end, the bath was brimming with bubbles atop the warm water.
"There we go." Vyk sounded undeniably pleased as he closed the vial and tossed it beneath the cupboard again.
He nodded at the set-up he'd created (and the probably very unhappy Dainn), glancing at what he'd set out.
"Soap, bubbles... smells good. I don't think I forgot anything..."
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"I am not your savior, nor your destruction. I am simply a xenobiologist. And your god." DESIGNATION; the Erudite, Head Xenobiologist of the Infinite. ORGANIC ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE; Tsui CURRENT ALIAS DESIGNATION; Doctor Victor ADDITIONAL NOTABLE COMPANIONS; one apparently horny puppyTAGS; Dainn Haskett Vindalfr INSPIRATION; teh shipz NOTES; i think if they don't make out i might actually cry. but i can't make the move 'cause uh yeah vyk no also imagine vykhlu flailing in bath water like a little girl edits: BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUBBLE BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATH |
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Post by Dainn Haskett Vindalfr on Mar 31, 2014 14:09:56 GMT
--- ok kinda smut inbound whelp --
"If the Drakonrhedi to my doorstep I will be a very unhappy person, do you understand? I'll have to disappear again, and that's always a pain. Or fake my death. Ever attended your own funeral? Rather amusing."
All that Dainn could muster in response was the short answer; a simple shaking of the head, but it was a truthful gesture nonetheless. He had made sure along the way that his route wasn't being tracked by some pest Drakonrhedi, using the covers of the alleyways for protection. It was true he'd bled a considerable amount during his journey, leaving rather sizable splatters of crimson here and there. But Dainn didn't pay too much concern to that; he was certain the rainwater would wash away such evidence into the gutters. Wait a moment- Disappear again? What life have you led before? But Dainn decided to keep his query locked away for now, concluding it better to save this question for a later time, when he had more energy to actually hold a proper conversation. Right now, he could only muster snarky comebacks at best.
At the ripping of his clothes, Victor had uttered an exasperated sigh.
"You could have simply said so without getting blood on the wallpaper. And I have a knife for cutting open your clothes."
"Oh really?" Dainn drawled irritably, one eye cracking open slightly and gazing across at the blade, "I just assumed you were going to use it to reach on in and grab a freebie." Of course, while he didn't really expect Victor to go through all this trouble just to perform some sloppy, last minute dissection, Dainn wiggled his torso gently, as if to tempt Victor's curiosity and his own fateful words. While half of him was having fun at his own dry retorts, his words were still stinging with bitchiness. After all, he wasn't in the best of conditions. Surely though, his master would take pity on his sick, injured puppy?
"Do you even have another shirt? Certainly not here. Maybe the maid's clothes will fit you,"
Dainn shot Victor an irritated look, a slight growl rumbling through his throat. It looked like Victor was assuming the part of cheeky bastard tonight. Which is undeniably MY role, pouted his inner Dainn. Still, he figured he could match that. "My arse would look too big." he snapped back, deciding it better to play into Victor's mocking rather than scrape enough energy together to counter it. He made a mental note to get Victor back for that, however.
"You're really a terribly dirty dog, aren't you. Perhaps we should just give you a bath."
By this point, Dainn had turned his head back, but at Victor's sudden suggestion his eyes snapped open considerably wide. "I beg your pardon-"
"Yes, that sounds like an excellent idea. Although perhaps I should heal you up a little first. I won't do any stitches, though. You don't really need them."
"Hang on a bloody sec-argh!" Dainn had tried to sit up to properly voice his protests but another surge of agony whipped through his body, causing him to cry out and inevitably slide back down again, defeated. It was no use. He was completely and utterly stuck in this bathtub. Entirely at the mercy of Victor and his soap. How humiliating. While he had no objections to being clean or even having someone else do it for him, he knew deep down Victor wouldn't let him live it down in a hurry, and his pride couldn't stand that he couldn't do anything about it. Still, he was pleased at least that stitches weren't going to be part of the equation. Like any difficult dog, he would probably find ways to pull the irritable little buggers out anyway.
Victor began to ready the ointment, retrieving a generous coating on his fingers before leaning across Dainn's body to apply the treatment to the worst of his wounds. The initial contact brought a whole new wave of stinging, a different sensation than before mind; the kind of medicinal stinging, so at least Dainn knew the stuff was working. Although it didn't ease the burning feeling.
"Might sting a little at first,"
Dainn gritted his teeth and rolled his eyes. Yeah, thanks for the per-emptive warning, doc.
"But it'll go away soon enough. A bit of tingling, then the magic kicks in and you're feeling spry once more."
Dainn responded with an irate glare at Victor's over-cheeriness, grumbling a little as he shifted his weight to try and gain a sense of comfort. His head rolled back to lean against the rim of the bath, not the most relaxing headrest in the world, but it stopped him from slipping down. The burning sensation flaring from his open cuts began to cool and soon enough, replaced the sting with a soothing touch. He furrowed his brow as he turned his head to watch the ointment work its wonders, coating the gashes with soft, protective seal. He tried to refrain a grumble at how irritatingly correct Victor had been.
"And don't think this gets you out of having a bath. I am still very displeased with you for tracking blood in here. In fact, when you're feeling better, why don't you clean the carpet where you dribbled?"
Dainn's face creased into a scowl at Victor's suggestion, a corner of his lips tugging upwards as if he was going to snarl, but the lip merely hovered there for a brief moment, Dainn finding that the mere threat of a growl would suffice for now. I'm so getting you back for this, Victor.
Unfortunately for him, Victor appeared to be quite chatty this evening.
"Why, Victor, that sounds like an excellent plan. Especially because you have been so kind as to treat me when I managed to piss off one too many Drakonrhedi. I will also be polite and say my pleases and thank yous, because I have been treating my kind host abominably thus so far."
Dainn rolled his head back and uttered a loud groan, not from pain this time, but from the mere exasperation at Victor's words. He gave an indignant huff, his chest heaving with the sudden puff of air, "Thank you, Victor." he returned, in a robotic, monotone sort of voice, clicking his tongue as the doctor's name fell from his lips. In all honesty, he didn't really feel like saying his graces, but anything just to get Victor off his back- Suddenly a wicked idea surfaced itself into his head. The makings of a miniscule smirk pulled at Dainn's mouth, but he kept it hidden.
By this point, Victor had just about finished applying the treatment.
"There, all done. Don't run away, or I'll put a leash on you."
"Perish the thought." came Dainn's now soft and gentle voice, his usual suggestive flair now seeping back into his vocal chords, but he tried to play it off as an innocent remark to please Victor's ears. Honestly, he wasn't good at making that seem like a punishment at all, was he? Dainn had a good mind to scramble out the bathtub while he still could.
Victor suddenly announced that they'd have to wait before Dainn's apparent scrubbing session to commence, and Dainn was thankful for having the time to mentally prepare himself for the ordeal. He was fully aware that he was still wearing his shoes and his trousers (along with his under garments) of course, and he wondered if Victor was going to pull them off himself (that would be interesting) or if Dainn would have to wriggle out of them himself which, given his current proximity, might be a tad difficult.
He must've been debating this with his eyes shut for a while, because his thoughts were abruptly halted when Victor had stooped down to roughly jerk Dainn's boots from his shoulder. Dainn managed to suppress a surprised yelp at the sudden force, but he couldn't hold back a small "Oi!" that escaped from his lips. Victor then proceeded to pop in the bath plug, and Dainn held up a pointed finger, mouth opening as he was about to announce to Victor that he'd neglected to remove his trousers, but the doctor seemed concerned with other matters so Dainn's jaw fell slack, the words coming out as a bemused "Errrr." instead.
With the firm twist, the faucet sprung into life and warm water was soon pooling at Dainn's ankles, sufficiently dampening his remaining clothes.
"Time to wash up!"
Dainn let the cheery comment pass over his head and responded only with a muffled grumble, too busy concerning himself with trying to push his pants and his trousers down from his waist. Unfortunately, the now sopping material clung to his skin and became increasingly hard to pull off. But after a couple of indignant struggles and unimpressed curses, Dainn was finally rid of them, and he discarded both items of clothing over the side of the bath. He leaned back, now completely naked, arms folded and his tongue protruding rudely from the corner of his mouth. "Like what you see?" he asked snarkily, one eyebrow raised and-
Oh gods he was adding bubbles.
Soon the heightening bathwater began to froth and foam with the stuff, sickly sweet in aroma and tickling gently at Dainn's skin, although his face was far from amused. Whenever a mass of bubbles drifted too close to his torso, he batted them away irritably like an annoyed cat, glaring at the offending substance as it wafted into the air.
"There we go. Soap, bubbles... smells good. I don't think I forgot anything..."
Another audible growl surfaced from Dainn's throat, rather displeased with the current situation. Although he suspected Victor was having a field day with this, he on the other hand was not so impressed. He'd allowed his companion to amuse himself at his own expense for the entire evening so far, and Dainn felt his own comeuppance was overdue. Judging the capability of his limbs and deciding he was able to efficiently use them with the help of the ointment, he put both hands either side of the bathtub to push himself slightly out of the water, as if he was going to get out. Once he felt sufficiently stabilized (he was still feeling a little...delicate after all), he lunged his arms forward and gripped either side of Victor's upper body, using his shoulder as mock handles as he jerked his own body back and pulled Victor headfirst into the bath with him.
There was an almighty sloshing sound as Victor's body made contact with the water, bubbles flying everywhere amidst the intrusion. Once Victor was finished with his inevitable flailing (hope i didn't kinda godmode there opal soooorrryyyy) Dainn released a low, satisfied chuckle, prodding Victor's now soaked nightshirt with one of the points of his feet, "You've never given a dog a bath before, have you, sir?" Dainn queried, with a dark smirk, his cheek supported by one propped up elbow.
Dainn sat up again, deciding that he hadn't quite finished humiliating Victor. He reached forward again with one outstretched hand and gripped the damp opening extremegiggity of Victor's collar and yanked the poor doctor forward, slumping the other man's body on top of his own. Such a highly inappropriate gesture! one might say, but Dainn's face was straight, unflinching and so incredibly amused. He wasn't bothered by such things, rather, he thrived on it.
"Apologies for not giving you my proper thanks before, sir." he drawled softly, pulling the hapless doctor's face closer to his own, noses every so gently prodding, "You can chastise me for this later, alright?" With the deal set in stone (or at least in his own mind anyway), Dainn suddenly pressed his damp lips against Victor's, rough and unyielding, his grip tightening on the man's collar in case he tried to pull away. Content he had him in his grasp and with a slightly amused sound emanating from his voice box, Dainn parted Victor's lips with his tongue (i'm so sorry) and deepened the kiss. After a few seconds he broke away quickly slightly and gently nipped the doctor's bottom lip briefly before for another inhalation of air, releasing his grip on Victor's nightshirt and returning his arm to prop itself on the rim of the bath.
Dainn treated Victor to his sweetest smile.
Tags: Vykhlu the Erudite Inspiration: smut lelz. Notes: IN MY DEFENSE, that could've been a lot more explicit.
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Post by Vykhlu the Erudite on Apr 1, 2014 4:10:15 GMT
"My arse would look too big."
Vyk sighed. "Then we are once again at me expressing my concerns about your diet, Dainn."
That did not stop his bloodhound from continuing to whine, grumble, and bemoan his fate. "Thank you, Victor," came the robotic response to Vyk stuffing words and other things into Dainn's mouth.
"You're very welcome, dearie," he answered with a brilliant, cheery grin, far more emotion than he would ever authentically show.
Despite his patient's protests, Vyk simply plowed on through his decided course. Medicine? Check. Bathtub plugged? Check. Soap obtained? Check. Bubbles added? Check.
Of course, he hadn't pulled off Dainn's trousers for him. That would be completely improper.
"Like what you see?"
"No, far too dirty," he replied without missing a beat. Mostly because he didn't realize the implication. The meaning of Dainn's words, however, was not lost on Tsui, who let out a groan.
In fact, Vyk was doing totally fine until Dainn apparently wanted to get him wet.
He didn't pay much attention to the rustling about in the water behind him. After all, Dainn was probably a good 30% cleaner just from getting warm soapy water dumped on him, despite his evident dislike of the bubbles. He really was a dog at heart. It was amusing.
"!"
Normally he preferred to use the elegant Promethaen language for more constructive things. However, in this case, the expletive simply slipped--or, rather, exploded--out.
The meaning of the swear itself was the equivalent of "fucking shit," but more literally meant "fucking dhovrai." In human alphabet, it might be expressed as "elaeis dhovrai." Dhovrai were a species of ugly creatures from the Promethaen homeworld that subsisted off of eating the dung of others. They had long been removed from the wild and bred selectively for historic purposes, only a few kept alive at each time, as there were more than enough stored DNA sequences of their species to bring it back effectively. Not that, judging from the fact that they were still used in an offensive oath today, the Promethaen would be inclined to do so. The Promethaen language was a very melodic, beautiful thing, even when used extremely crudely.
Shoot, speaking of, what language was he going to say that was? Latin! Latin. He'd say it was La-
With a massive sploosh, he hit the water head-first. Luckily, Tsui apparently had been more concerned with more important things, such as how the heck he was going to breathe underwater. Even as he'd expelled air with his swearing, she'd begun to take it in for him, controlling his breathing and halting it just as he made contact with the water's surface.
"Tsui!"
"I told you I don't like this man!"
Vyk's prompt reply was to flail about in the water like a fish out of it. Finally managing to right himself and, slightly exhausted from all his splashing about, he paused, eyes wide and traumatized, as Dainn spoke.
"You've never given a dog a bath before, have you, sir?"
He looked so terribly smug, and Vyk was not amused whatsoever. Never mind the fact that he could blast this man to kingdom come, he had soap bubbles on his glasses!
He stated this fact in a tone of voice sounding more shocked than anything. "It's on my glasses."
However, this was nothing in comparison to the shock of being manhandled by his bloodhound.
"He's touching me!"
"I know, Vyk!"
The doctor spluttered and flailed against Dainn's pull. "Unhand me at once!"
His cry was futile, though, and he knew it.
"Apologies for not giving you my proper thanks before, sir."
Dainn was being amused and dark.
"You're awful at respecting personal space." This was an observation well supported by recent empirical evidence. Vyk was fairly certain he was justified in stating his conclusion, considering that the man was only a few inches away, which translated to "far too close" in Vykhlu.
Tsui, meanwhile, was more concerned about the fact that Dainn was making obvious references that were baffling the scientist. As someone who had studied reproduction but had not studied courtship, Vykhlu was very... oblivious to advances coming from that particular direction. Although the OAI was fairly certain Dainn's actions were based solely out of some sadistic lust, she also realized that this did not mean that they would cause Vyk's brain to short-circuit any less.
The poor boy.
"You can chastise me for this later, alright?"
I will end your entire race for this offence.
"Vyk, let's keep our cool here." Tsui did not need him getting worked up before her anticipated worst-case-scenario happened. And from the way things were going, it would indeed be the worst possible option. She would be none too pleased with Dainn, of course, for ruining her little Vykhlu's almost entirely perfect innocence.
"I cannot keep my cool with this human so unnaturally close to me!" he hissed back irritably.
"You will most definitely be receiving suitable punishment!--"
Suddenly, his lips were being held hostage in the rather abominable human gesture known as a "kiss." Knowing it to be a gesture of affection well beyond anything Vyk was currently feeling, his brain promptly decided to throw in the towel and short-circuited.
"Vyk, stay with me--"
What Tsui got in return was a string of confused symbols in the Promethaen language. The OAI gave a mental sigh, quietly signalling the release for relaxing hormones.
Just in time, although Vyk did not take the deepening of the kiss too well regardless.
"Tongue--mouth = not mine?"
"Shhhh, it'll be alright."
"Tongue + tongue = 2 tongue?"
Tsui sighed. There were some dots here, and they weren't being connected by her blazing brilliant host.
"Vyk, he's making out with you."
"Making--out? Outwards... making... --."
She'd manage to jumper-cable his brain back into service just as Dainn pulled away, leaving a breathless and wide-eyed but no longer hopelessly confused Vyk.
"Unanticipated."
"Vyk, don't--dammit, Vyk."
His shock, combined with the relaxing effect of the hormones, made him practically fall down onto Dainn. His OAI painfully cringed from within his head, unable to do much to help the situation.
"Tsui, I--what should we do?"
She sighed. "I honestly have no clue. This one's up to you. I'll support you either way, but let me say something first.
"You know that I don't like Dainn much. But, from the fact that I can read practically all of your emotions from my unique symbiosis with you, neither do you hold much affection for him. As such, you can either cast away his affections, possibly losing the business contract in the process but saving yourself whatever dignity you had left from the shreds you began with. Or, you can pretend to reciprocate. This latter option may provide more opportunities for study of human interaction--although I doubt that this relationship will be anything particularly normal for humans."
Vykhlu paused, blinked.
"I must say that the psychology behind this action interests me. Besides, I like my pet dog. Losing him would be a bother."
He looked up at Dainn, emotions most likely unreadable behind his glasses and facade.
"I can't deny that I, too, am interested in the aspects of this particular study."
"I doubt that much harm will come from amusing myself with the humans. I know that many others already have. Besides, with no feelings attached, I should be well in the clear to perform research and 'wash my hands' when I am done."
"Alright." There was a pause.
Then, "You really have no clue what to do at this point to indicate your reciprocation."
"...No."
Tsui sighed. "Here. Uh, let's see..."
In a carefully coached motion, Vyk used his arms from where they had fallen at Dainn's sides to push himself upwards slightly. Transferring his weight all to one, he brought the other to rest on Dainn's bare chest.
Tilting his head to the side, he leaned in slightly.
"You are a very naughty dog." The words were mostly Vyk's, with occasional pointers from Tsui. She'd been a little quicker on the draw when it came to the 'dog on a leash' fetish. "I'm going to have to punish you very, very harshly for that, you know."
In the meantime, Tsui was in a flurry of explanations--telling Vyk what she knew about manipulating Dainn on his lust, what he seemed to get the most joy out of, and finally the definition of the word 'fetish.'
She'd kept him quite sheltered for a very long time. He'd need a bit to soak it all in.
Unfortunately, he didn't exactly have a bit when he was currently lying on top of a mass murderer.
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"I am not your savior, nor your destruction. I am simply a xenobiologist. And your god." DESIGNATION; the Erudite, Head Xenobiologist of the Infinite. ORGANIC ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE; Tsui CURRENT ALIAS DESIGNATION; Doctor Victor ADDITIONAL NOTABLE COMPANIONS; one naked puppyTAGS; Dainn Haskett Vindalfr INSPIRATION; the fact that dainn is benedict cumberbatch NOTES; i hope you appreciate the fact that i downloaded a falmer script font from skyrim to make one promethaen swear for you the actual words there are "horse dicks" also my description of this thread to wild was, "psychopathic benedict cumberpatch just pulled an alien-in-disguise doctor into a bubble bath and made out with him" also you are totally fine on the account of godmodding. xD and i hope you realize that little me has no idea what goes on in making out or any of that shit. luckily, neither does vyk. unfortunately i also have no clue what to do with this thread now and i had to sleep so uh i can edit the post if you want otherwise dainn can just be like 'haha fetish what?' we can always fade to black, too |
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Post by Dainn Haskett Vindalfr on Apr 1, 2014 15:46:01 GMT
Victor had not been terribly impressed with Dainn's apparent 'the bathtub is big enough for two' fiasco. But Dainn had expected as much- nay, he had hoped it. Seeing the smaller man struggle and flail like a child was most amusing, Dainn had allowed a light chuckle to snake past his smiling teeth. For one so obsessed with cleanliness, he hadn't taken to the water very well. Rather, he'd issued out a loud cry of distress in reaction to his supposed torment, but some peculiar language Dainn didn't recognise. He figured it to be some sort of curse, perhaps in a foreign dialect, given the furious tone in which it was projected. Dainn made a mental note to follow up on Victor's bizarre expletive later, as his own amusement and following actions become more his focus point.
During his -how would a normal person phrase it- 'make out' (he was pretty sure that was the term) session with Victor, the doctor had tried to bleat out futile cries of protest beforehand, but once the contact was actually made, he'd fallen oddly silent and limp, which had surprised Dainn, expecting at least a firm, slap or (given where Victor's knees currently where in relation to his own body) a kick to the crotch. But such actions never came, although Dainn couldn't say he was disappointed. He expected Victor perhaps wasn't used to such shows of -well, 'affection' was the wrong word for it, 'lust' was a better and more appropriate title, but whatever one chose to call it, Victor had seemingly no idea how to take it, which of course only heightened Dainn's own amusement.
Once they'd broken apart, Victor damn well nearly collapsed on Dainn's torso, panting heavily, eyes wide with shock. Dainn uttered an amused "Huh.", resting his cheek on a hand supported by his propped up elbow, leaving against the side of the bathtub. He watched as Victor tried to internally process what just happened, his innocent smile wide and light, awaiting for whatever punishment Victor was about to issue.
His slightly breathless companion steadied himself, shifting his slight body so that one hand was supporting his weight on Dainn's chest - thankfully one of the few areas not littered with healing wounds. Dainn raised an expectant eyebrow.
"You are a very naughty dog."
Dainn nodded lightly, taking in the words as if he'd heard them a thousand times before, "I know." he chirped in a sing-song voice, attempting to irritate Victor even further. If he currently had a tail, it'd be wagging a mile-a-minute.
"I'm going to have to punish you very, very harshly for that, you know."
Dainn tilted his head to the side, his smile remaining but his brow creasing in playful, mock-confusion, "Why do you think I did it?" he asked, as if it was oh-so-obvious. What was obvious, however, was that Victor had absolutely no clue how to respond when met with blatant desire, so Dainn felt he needed to explain his motives a little clearer, "But sir, don't mistake my actions for..." He paused, the next word earning a visible cringe in his expression, "-love, or 'romance'." He needed to make that PERFECTLY clear, "Any primal urges shown are just that. Nothing more." He rolled his shoulders once and pursed his lips as he evaluated his own words, "Having said that, a dog is inclined to love his master. So let's assume my actions are based on gratitude and obedience, shall we?"
He placed two fingers under Victor's chin and raised his face up slightly to meet his own, pouting his lips in mock self-pity, "After all, you make it so much fun, and I've been locked up for so long, don't you think I deserve some sort of relief for all my efforts?"
He was doubtful Victor would even understand what the word 'relief' would entail, given his previous clueless track record. Nevermind, Dainn could have just as much fun being a dick about it regardless.
He released his light grip on Victor's chin and gave a small smirk, but his following words came out airily, despite the suggestion, "So, what was that about a punishment?"
Tags: Vykhlu the Erudite, and the amazingly sassy tsui Inspiration: obviously none this is really short urm sorry muchly. Notes: /whispers dainn totally has a booooneeerrrrrrr but i didn't know how to write that nicely and subtly and fancy-like lolwhoops also yeah fade to black might be advised. i have scarred too many minds with my terrible, terrible antics.
/nerdgasms over skyrim
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Post by ᴏ ᴘ ᴀ ᴌ } on Apr 1, 2014 21:40:40 GMT
yeah I'm gonna call a fade to black here. xD mostly because i'm horrid at writing romance (mostly because I have no experience writing or experiencing it), and also because it seems pretty dainn appropriate for what's probably going to happen.
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Post by Val on Apr 1, 2014 21:48:39 GMT
( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (The official fade-to-black indicator)
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Post by Vykhlu the Erudite on Apr 2, 2014 1:14:24 GMT
Tsui liked Dainn even less now.
It was not out of jealousy--it was out of anger. How dare he even think about touching her Vyk. Vykhlu was astronomically out of his league both literally and figuratively, and yet he'd managed to ruin her poor host's happy innocence.
The damage was irreparable.
Unfortunately, Tsui also had nothing to do beside marinate in the lovely soup of anger she'd managed to concoct herself. Not literally, of course--unleashing that much anger inside her host would be dangerous both to Vyk (he did not handle emotions well) and the damnable hellhole of a planet that he was currently residing on.
Of course, he'd also been robbed of use of his bed by a murderer, who was currently napping.
Vykhlu, whose body neither required such rest nor was in the mood for it, was lying on his back on the couch, staring through a book. His mind was terrifyingly, startlingly, horrifyingly blank. His thoughts were confined to a very small portion of him, leaving a vast area of emptiness that was so uncommon in his hyperactive brain. It unnerved Tsui to no end. It was so unnatural for her host to be this... thoughtless. He was simply running himself in small circles, tightly wound around the recently created memory. Occasionally, the thought expanded slightly, sending out questions about his identity, his motives, his hobbies, and what the purpose of life (both specifically his but also in general) was.
Tsui described it as staring through because she knew for a fact that Vyk's attention was not focused even close to on the book. In fact, she'd had to flip it right side up for him when he first began 'reading' it. Although normally during these pretend reading sessions the two of them discussed things, all Vyk was doing now was sitting in traumatized, scarred silence, mind turning over what had just happened.
Suggesting reciprocating was a terrible idea on her part, Tsui had long ago realized. But she hadn't thought it would be this bad for her inexperienced and blissfully ignorant host.
Well, apparently it was.
The OAI gave another mental sigh, checking over his physical state once more. He was fine, really, almost entirely unharmed. She didn't think it was the pain that mattered, though. It was the other things, which Vykhlu had been entirely unprepared for. He did not like being touched at all, and she doubted that this experience would help any with that.
You done fucked, Tsui, she told herself from her corner in his mind. You should have gotten him out of there.
It was her job to watch after Vyk. She was supposed to be the sensible one.
But it was his choice, in the end... She would have grimaced, if she had a mouth. Instead, she reached up with Vykhlu's arm, turning the page for him. You should have reminded him of his request. Given him a better idea of what awaited him, instead of a scientific overview.
When she had first been transfused into Vyk, one of the first things he'd done is ask her to keep him from knowing much about courtship and 'the like.' He said he found such topics useless and a waste of his time. She had, of course, agreed, eager to serve him. Since then, she'd sheltered him--perhaps not for the better, but against even his insatiable curiosity she'd managed to keep him pure and innocent for several centuries.
Until that little bugger of a human decided to yank her Vyk into a bathtub and traumatize him.
It was no use running herself in circles, though. She had already apologized, and now she needed to leave some time for the shell-shocked Vyk to recover. She expected him to run away from the fact for a bit, return to his duties as a Drakonrhedi.
"I really am sorry, Vyk."
He blinked, surprising her in the fact that she hadn't expected a response. It was a slow, reptilian blink, unsuited to a human.
"My choice, Tsui. My fault."
"I could've given you a better overview."
"You could have. Still my choice."
She sighed again. "Stars, Vyk, what am I going to do when you're married?"
"Married?" His brow furrowed into a frown.
"Yes, Vyk, I doubt your parents will let you stay unmarried. Politics and power, after all. You're a member of the Infinite, but not secure in your position. You could do with an excellent connection."
"I- I don't want to be married."
"I figured as much," she replied dryly.
He slipped back into Promethaen, speaking to her in the language he held dearest. "I should vanish sometime on them."
"You'll lose your position as Head Xenobiologist." She responded in the language of the humans. She didn't need him slipping into Promethaen out loud again. She doubted Dainn would let that past.
"Since when have I cared."
"Since it made your parents happy," came her curt response.
It would also make your parents happy to have you wearing more sensible clothes after what just happened, she snarked silently to herself. Instead of, you know, another nightshirt and pants. That's exactly how you got into this mess.
There was the sound of floorboards creaking, possibly someone approaching, possibly just the house settling. This time, Vyk turned the pages for himself.
"Tea's on the stove," he said, apropos of nothing. He had not even checked to see if it was someone, and could be talking to empty air.
Tsui sighed yet again. Unfortunately, Vykhlu was once again assuming control of his body, so she couldn't check for him.
Doubtless, if it was Dainn, the murderer would have quite a few things to say.
And Tsui was fairly certain she'd like exactly none of them.
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Post by Dainn Haskett Vindalfr on Apr 2, 2014 2:00:09 GMT
Are you satisfied now? Good? Good.
The first thing Dainn did when he groggily came to besides his inward confirmation of his own satisfaction was release a loud, content yawn, his mouth stretching wide like a dog whose just had his belly thoroughly scratched. Not a bad metaphor, he thought with a smug smirk. He was lying on his back, half exposed by blanket, one arm drooped over his chest, the other spread out across the space of the bed. The bed that only he was occupying.
One eye lazily opened and looked across the mattress, expecting to see his other bedfellow but was greeted only by a crumpled side of the duvet and creased sheets. A brief sound of amusement left Dainn's lips as he closed his eyes and relaxed his muscles. He wasn't sure when Victor had got up and left, but he didn't really care. If Victor needed a panicked session of regret all by his lonesome, so be it, but Dainn was content with his own sense of spent-ness - was that even a word? Who cares, I'm feeling it.
Whatever the case, Dainn felt justified. It wasn't as if he'd done anything against Victor's will, gods know he could've done easily, but at no point did Victor voice any audible complaints - or at least none that Dainn could remember, then again...his mind had been other places.
With another yawn, Dainn slowly pulled himself up, his wounds now only twinging with a deep soreness, but nothing Dainn couldn't shrug off. Satisfied hormones had seen to that. After briefly rubbing his eyes and getting his focus into a clearer perspective, he searched around the room, but it was dark, the night still waning on. The room was also empty save of course from himself, but a faint glow from downstairs confirmed that Victor at least hadn't completely left the house. That really would be a little over the top, even for him.
Placing his bare feet onto the cold floorboards, Dainn gave a long stretch of his limbs accompanied a stretching sort of groan before promptly standing up and exiting the room to go find his companion. His feet caused the wooden flooring beneath him to creak with his movement, but Dainn wasn't trying to be stealthy or startle Victor. I've seen enough wide-eyes from you already this evening. cooed a smug thought in the back of his head.
Dainn trotted down the stairs, pace relaxed and bouncy, like a puppy on its way to see its master, although he doubted he'd be greeted with such matching enthusiasm, given the fact that he knew Victor didn't hold 'close contact' with such a high regard nor would he particularly be overjoyed that Dainn was now nancing around his abode stark bollock naked. Still, nothing he hasn't seen previously, anyway. Clothes seemed pointless at this point.
Victor was lying on a sofa, half-covered by a dressing gown (did i get that right opal i can't remember) and staring into a book. It was a blank, unfocused stare, and Dainn deduced that he probably wasn't reading at all. The doctor didn't seem so out of it, however, as he numbly offered a weak address.
"Tea's on the stove,"
Dainn blinked and almost frowned. It was strangely disconcerting to see how much this had actually bothered Victor. Sex was sex. Nothing more, nothing less. But yet, Victor seemed postively rocked by the whole experience - and not in the best way either. I think tea is your answer for everything, doctor.
Clearing his throat to announce his presence, Dainn strode over to an opposite chair, bold as brass, and plonked himself down, staring bemusedly into Victor's horrified expression. Dainn blew a raspberry at him.
"Was it really that bad?" he asked, one eyebrow raised. He tilted his head to the side, a small smirk tugging at his lips, "You didn't seem to mind at the time." He mentally warned himself not to overdo it on the whole 'teasing poor scarred Victor' front, despite it being incredibly tempting. Dainn leaned back into the plushness of the armchair, "Or rather, you certainly didn't sound like you minded." (that's not godmoding is it i dunno come at me bro)
Dainn stretched his neck to deliberately click his relaxed joints into place, releasing a long, drawn out sigh when he was finished. He pursed his lips in thought, and decided to state the absolutely freaking obvious, purely for his own amusement, "You've never fucked before, have you?"
Tags: one scarred Vykhlu the Erudite Notes: smut4lyfe Inspiration: DAIN SAID A SWEAR HE'S SO RUDE SORRY. also he's a jerk. a rude, horny jerk. but i love him goshdarnit
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Post by Vykhlu the Erudite on Apr 2, 2014 3:24:59 GMT
"Was it really that bad?"
Vyk was disinclined to reply (Vyk was disinclined to do anything in particular right now), but a nudge from Tsui made him reach for the ribbon he'd been using as a bookmark, which was resting on the side table above his head. Placing it in the tome that he totally was reading, he folded his hands on top of his chest and turned his head to look at the stark-naked Dainn.
Weirdly enough, it didn't bother him any more.
"That's not weird, Vyk, not after having sex."
Tsui was probably right.
"You didn't seem to mind at the time. Or rather, you certainly didn't sound like you minded."
((that is totally not godmodding, teapot))
To Tsui's evident alarm, Vyk had to bite back a chuckle, instead only displaying a rather uncharacteristic smile. This was an unanticipated reaction for her host.
"No, no, not at all." What had happened, happened, and you need to accept that, Vyk. Besides, as you told Tsui, it was of your own free will.
His mother had once told him that a sign of maturity was the ability to own up to one's actions. He had been doing a lot of running away from consequences lately, mostly because they shouldn't apply to him as a Promethaen. Being an alien dragon god had cool little caveats like that. Besides, the Infinite had specifically stated that he did not have to own up to his actions, so why bother when he could just disappear?
Besides, he was pretty certain that just about every Promethaen currently on the planet had foregone their responsibilities and let loose a couple times. Not, perhaps, in the same way as each other, but they all certainly had not been incredibly scrupulous about their mission. After all, they were gods at play in a world with no supervision. Once again, why bother?
He felt as if this whole excuse, though, was more of a justification to keep whatever shreds of dignity he clung to. Luckily, he doubted he would have to use this excuse whatsoever, and he had the excellent cover of it being all an experiment. Human nerve system, human psychology, all that. He held no affections towards his little dog, so that, too, would be no bother.
It was only his pride, then, and his formerly innocent state of mind, that reviled at his actions.
And screw that. He needed to evolve, to adapt. Besides, he was 756 years old. He could have a little fun.
Even so, it still felt like excusing himself. But he was willing to ignore that.
"You've never fucked before, have you?"
Vyk arched a brow, glancing over at his companion. "Really. What clued you in to that particular fact," he intoned dryly.
Tsui was still trying to figure out where along the line he'd managed to accept the fact that he was a big boy now.
"And to answer your previous question, no, it was not that bad. But as you undoubtedly know, human contact is not ranked high on my list. Intense human contact... I am still assessing."
He gave a thin smile, folding his hands behind his head. "I must say, I feel as if I am at a psychologist's office. Are you going to ask me how it makes me feel, Dainn?" he inquired, gesturing to the fact that he was lying on a sofa and Dainn was sitting in a chair, like the characteristic setup of a shrink's office. "Except this particular psychologist also happens to be naked. You're washing the chair too, by the way."
It was like one of those really weird dreams that one got on occasion, filled with odd happenstances and distorted realities. That is, if one didn't have a stellar OAI like Tsui who just hacked into one's dreams and turned everything into awesome sagas about single-handedly conquering solar systems, flying in the gorgeous nebulas where stars were still being born, and beating up the enemies of the Promethaen.
He was being completely objective when he stated that Tsui was the best OAI ever. There was no way he could be biased in this regard.
Standing, he made his way over to the kitchen and poured himself a cup of tea, making another one for his guest moreso out of habit than anything else.
Returning to the seating area, he placed the one cup beside Dainn just in case he felt inclined to tea, then laid back down on the couch and proceeded to treat himself to a little relaxant.
"If you're going to stay the night, you'll need to finish that bath. Otherwise, you have quite a bit of carpet to clean. And a chair. I'm thinking that you should make the bed, too." He smiled a smug little smile, only half-hiding it by taking a sip of his tea.
"But you can finish your tea first if you'd prefer."
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"I am not your savior, nor your destruction. I am simply a xenobiologist. And your god." DESIGNATION; the Erudite, Head Xenobiologist of the Infinite. ORGANIC ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE; Tsui CURRENT ALIAS DESIGNATION; Doctor Victor ADDITIONAL NOTABLE COMPANIONS; one [still naked, still horny] puppyTAGS; Dainn Haskett Vindalfr INSPIRATION; the fact that this couple is just the best NOTES; vyk is in teenage rebellion "no mom i don't want to be an exemplar i want to fuck the dog"
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Post by Dainn Haskett Vindalfr on Apr 2, 2014 12:55:52 GMT
"Really. What clued you in to that particular fact?"
Dainn gave a slight shrug, "I could give you a few pieces of evidence." he offered airily, "None that you probably would like repeating however." Of course, Dainn was more than happy to cross-examine previous events in great detail, but the steely mood of his companion warranted perhaps he'd save such particular jests for a later date. Which was fair enough; he figured Victor wouldn't be forgetting what he had done in a hurry, Dainn had made sure of that.
"And to answer your previous question, no, it was not that bad. But as you undoubtedly know, human contact is not ranked high on my list. Intense human contact... I am still assessing."
It was with a certain, distant coldness that Victor spoke of human contact. Dainn furrowed his brow, evaluating the meaning of the doctor's wording. "I was well aware, sir." he drawled in a low, coy tone, his mind paying more attention to the thoughts in his head than to what or how he speaking. He wondered maybe if Victor had been some sort of hermit, or at the very least led an extremely sheltered childhood. Even Dainn -for all the flaws in his own existence- was aptly experienced and adjusted to human contact. True, he wasn't well adjusted as the authorities would likely deduce, but it was contact nonetheless. "'Intense', though," Dainn began once more, picking up on the doctor's phrasing with raised eyebrows, "I'll take that as a compliment."
"I must say, I feel as if I am at a psychologist's office. Are you going to ask me how it makes me feel, Dainn?"
Dainn gave a dark smirk, his teeth glinting in the dull glow of the lamplight, "Very well, Victor, how does getting railed into a mattress feel?" You just can't control yourself, can you? his mind gently chastised. If Dainn was anyone else, he might have been a little more sympathetic to his recently 'de-flowered' companion. But he wasn't anyone else. He was Dainn. And he found this incredibly funny. Dainn was just kind of a wanker, really.
"Except this particular psychologist also happens to be naked. You're washing the chair too, by the way."
Dainn cast an innocent look down at his naked physique, pursing his lips in his own sense of 'not bad at all'. Egotistical expressions aside, he glance a quick back to the back of the armchair, before wriggling himself down further into its plush embrace, just to further irritate Victor some more. "It's your own fault for letting your dog on the chair in the first place." he reminded Victor with a playful grin, waggling his eyebrows.
Still, at least Victor was showing faint glimmers of his usual 'prim and proper' self in requesting the cleanliness of his household objects. Obviously Dainn hadn't messed him up too badly, a thought that was confirmed when Victor briefly left and returned moments later with two cups of tea. He set one down beside Dainn and resumed his place on the sofa.
"If you're going to stay the night, you'll need to finish that bath. Otherwise, you have quite a bit of carpet to clean. And a chair. I'm thinking that you should make the bed, too."
Dainn released an unimpressed growl. Figures he wouldn't drop the whole 'bath' thing. He let out a huff. Chores too? Victor was lucky Dainn was feeling especially relaxed and placid after his recent activities. "It'll be cold now," he grumbled, referring to the bathwater, which had been somewhat deserted after the evening took a different route. Besides, was he really that filthy? From Victor's perspective, supposedly yes. Fair enough, he could understand the need for the carpet to be cleaned; he'd seen on his descent down the staircase the little splatters of red he'd left when Victor was carrying him...but the chair? Was Victor really that fussed? He had to be joking.
Besides, the upheaval of the bed sheets had been a joint effort.
"But you can finish your tea first if you'd prefer."
With a sarcastic snort, Dainn took a small sip. "You know some people smoke after intercourse," he commented dryly. He tapped the side of his porcelain cup with a finger, "-but whatever works for you, sir."
A sudden thought popped into his head as he swallowed his beverage, his mind piecing together the most appropriate way in which to voice his concern- or rather, his query, as the question had been lingering in his subconscious for some time. Unfortunately, for Victor, Dainn wasn't a master a being appropriate.
"A quick question," he began, setting his tea down beside the chair, "-how does one say 'sex' in that rather peculiar language of yours, Victor." A gentle smile not unlike a smirk caressed his lips, "Don't think I didn't hear it before."
Tags: Vykhlu the Erudite Inspiration: oh urm yeah about that Notes: let's pretend vyk cried out something in promethaen during the bang and tsui was like 'omg no wut r u doing stop' this will please teapot
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Post by Vykhlu the Erudite on Apr 3, 2014 3:17:04 GMT
"I could give you a few pieces of evidence. None that you probably would like repeating however."
Vyk raised an eyebrow. "Some, perhaps," he answered, a touch slyly. Tsui, inside his mind, became incredibly spooked, and immediately began to run a check through his body to ensure that he was not sick.
Perhaps he should check if she was sick. She was not taking this change particularly well, after all. Perhaps because she blamed herself far too much? Tsui was overprotective like that. It made her fret terribly at times, even if Vyk himself was unscathed.
"I was well aware, sir," Dainn replied, chewing his lips. Apparently, however, furniture was not the only things that this bloodhound chewed on.
((ok that might have been godmoding i'm sorry if it was but leash fetish??? nipping lips??? come on cut me some slack it was probably a thing I'M JUST GUESSING HERE OKAY))
Dainn also seemed a little confused with his attitude. Perhaps he was not accustomed to the Promethaen mindset yet. Or perhaps Vyk had slipped out of character--had he? No, he'd said a few things out loud in Promethaen that he perhaps shouldn't have during their recent activities, which had made poor Tsui freak out, but other than that he was in the clear.
At last, "'Intense', though. I'll take that as a compliment."
Vyk smiled thinly, making no comment. He didn't really need to, after all.
"I- I don't understand. You're perfectly healthy. You're not even delirious. Wait. I should check for PTSD-"
"Tsui, it'll be okay. I'm fine. In the grand scheme of things it's not that big of a deal, we decided that already."
Apparently it was his OAI's turn to flounder.
Vykhlu was actually rather enjoying having everyone dancing at his fingertips. Tsui was still trying to play catch-up, Dainn had more or less played right into his hands (and other things, but that was not safe for work), and no one else knew. It was rather nice to actually be the master in a social situation for once.
He doubted it would last.
"Very well, Victor, how does getting railed into a mattress feel?"
Normally, he would've given a glare or a sniff to the statement. However, with his newfound euphoria at apparently having everyone under his control (debatable, but still), he felt like utilizing his rather dry and odd but still very serviceable wit.
"Not certain yet. I might need another couple trials to get a sufficient result on that," he deadpanned before taking a sip of his tea.
"Vykhlu + innuendos + tea = bad idea???"
Tsui was still apparently not doing too well.
"I think you need some sleep, Tsui. Are you feeling okay? Take a bit, do some meiosis and replenish yourself. I don't want you failing on me."
"Vykhlu equa--"
"Shhh, Tsui. It'll be okay. Go rest. I'll sleep soon if it helps."
"It's your own fault for letting your dog on the chair in the first place."
One eyebrow raised. "My dog will clean the chair or be kicked out of the house in the rain with no clothes," he replied, sounding amused but with a very displeased expression on his face. To be honest, he was not altogether happy about the mess that Dainn was making of his house. He definitely would be cleaning up at least the blood spatters.
"It'll be cold now."
"Well, we can get more," he retorted tersely. "And while you're bathing I'll find some clothes."
"You know some people smoke after intercourse, but whatever works for you, sir."
A quick smile flickered over Vyk's face. "I'm not exactly a commonplace individual, I hope you've noted by now."
"A quick question, how does one say 'sex' in that rather peculiar language of yours, Victor. Don't think I didn't hear it before."
"Pe-pepeculiar... Vyk, he noticed!"
"I noticed he noticed," he informed the confused Tsui gently. "It'll be alright."
"Well, elaeis dhovrai is the equivalent of your 'fucking shit,' so the act of coitus, as a noun, would probably be... elaeisyn."
He answered evenly and without pause, having the excuse already thought up.
"If you're going to ask me about what language it is, it's an obscure dialect of Greek that was transferred into an even more obscure offshoot language of Latin. I know of one other person who can speak it."
And that would be my other alias, because I like breaking the third wall.
Vyk smiled pleasantly, sitting up slightly and taking another sip of his tea. "Any other questions that you have, bloodhound? Otherwise, you'd best get started on that bath."
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Post by Dainn Haskett Vindalfr on Apr 3, 2014 23:03:05 GMT
"Not certain yet. I might need another couple trials to get a sufficient result on that,"
Something between a low chuckle and a dark noise of amusement snaked past Dainn's lips, which he wet with an almost canine flick of the tongue. "So..." he began, voice strangely soft despite his darkened features, "...there's going to be a next time, then?" It could be that Victor was simply humouring him - Dainn had acknowledged that fact, but even so, he liked to think he'd sunk his claws into his new companion, both in a mental and physical state. By the way, had Victor noticed that particularly hefty claw mark that was ever so slightly protruding from his dressing gown? Dainn doubted it, but it gave him a chance to admire his handiwork. Claw marks and other marks of his doing aside, in Victor (both in mind and body) Dainn had found a marvelous new plaything. And it was his own judgement that he believed it to be fair play; Victor wanted Dainn to bring him subjects on which to carry out his research, while Dainn wanted....Well, it was fairly obvious. 'Fun', was the simple answer. Whatever the answer, Victor had provided it, so Dainn was content. For now.
"My dog will clean the chair or be kicked out of the house in the rain with no clothes,"
Dainn responded with a rather childish (but not uncharacteristic) huff, his lips pouting with indignation, "Fine. But you'll have to find me the cleaning fluids." he retorted with a snap. After a pause, he raised his eyebrows sharply as he continued to glare at Victor, "What? Or am I supposed to lick it clean?" With his voice taking on a dry tone, he added "Woof woof."
"Well, we can get more. And while you're bathing I'll find some clothes."
Immediately Dainn's expression took on a 'are you kidding me?' countenance, figuring he was going to have to squeeze into something of Victor's. He was considerably taller than the other man, and while they were both thin, Dainn pertained a more broader structure. Unless he was deadly serious about the maid's clothes. came a worried thought in his mind. Pushing all such concerns about clothes aside, Dainn decided to return to the issue of bathing, and -futhermore- taunt his companion some more. He gave a long, languid stretch on the chair, flexing his limbs as if he was subtly trying to impress Victor. It was all a performance of course, he very much doubted Victor would even humour him, but Dainn was amused by his own antics all the same. "Does that mean you're not going to wash me?" he asked, almost innocently. He gave a tut of disapproval, "What a poor master you are!"
"I'm not exactly a commonplace individual, I hope you've noted by now."
Stretching ritual over, Dainn took another sip accompanied with a loud scoff as his lips neared the rim. Too right, doctor. Still, it was worth noting that Dainn was thankful Victor was an extremely perplexing little fellow, because he himself was not an ordinary sort of individual - even he knew that. Victor's quirky demeanor allowed Dainn to relax and be content with his own behavior. It was simply a chance to unwind, and Dainn was inwardly appreciative.
"Well, elaeis dhovrai is the equivalent of your 'fucking shit,' so the act of coitus, as a noun, would probably be... elaeisyn."
"E-lae-is-yn." Dainn repeated slowly, his tongue visibly flicking behind his top lip as his mouth moved to pronounce the curious word. He pursed his lips in thought, rather liking the sound of the term. It was certainly a lot more pleasant on the ears than 'humping you rigid, sir'.
"If you're going to ask me about what language it is, it's an obscure dialect of Greek that was transferred into an even more obscure offshoot language of Latin. I know of one other person who can speak it."
Dainn raised a curious eyebrow and his expression fell firm and hard, "Really?" he countered, with a slight inflection of the vocal chords. If Victor hadn't guessed by now that Dainn was slightly disbelieving of his explanation, he wasn't ever going to be, "Obscure indeed." Victor's words had a slight sense of monotony to them, as if he'd rehearsed the line over and over in his head. Dainn was wondering perhaps if there was more to it, and decided to tell a little fib to accurately asses the truth in Victor's word, "That's rather curious you should say that, sir." He sat up a little in his chair, "Because in prison, we were usually given 'sessions', re-educating classes if you like for people like me." With this, he gestured to his torso with an open palm. He continued, voice drawling but steady, "Latin was one of things they taught us in excruciating detail and I must say- at no point did I hear words like that." Dainn's lips creased into a gently sinister smile; he was having fun with this lie, "Not even close." The smile suddenly became wide but much lighter this time, "Perhaps you're mistaken on what language you were speaking? Try again, sir."
"Any other questions that you have, bloodhound? Otherwise, you'd best get started on that bath."
Dainn tried to avoid a visible cringe at the mention of a bath, but his brow twitched nonetheless. Perhaps he could stall the doctor with a few purposefully irritating questions before such an eventuality came to pass. "Actually, yes, I do have a couple. Mostly referring to that language of yours." He looked upwards, as if the questions were wording themselves in his head, but in reality he'd already planned them out and the queries were dancing on his tongue, "So...about all those other words you were saying before." His eyebrows waggled slightly, just so Victor would understand exactly what he was referring to, "You haven't told me what those words mean. But I take it they roughly translate to-" And for the following, Dainn made sure his voice increased in pitch to spite his companion, "-'Oh Dainn, yes, yes!' or maybe, now that I come to think of it, something along the lines of 'Oh gods, Dainn, harder, please!'" Dainn threw his head back and gripped his nails into the fabric of the armchair, mimicking Victor in a deliberately exaggerated fashion, his speech punctuated with loud, girlish wails and moans.
Anything to get out of bathtime.
Tags: Vykhlu the Erudite Inspiration: hokedy pokedy tho Notes: it didn't suck shtap it u
have dainn being a tease in return ~
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