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plasticasshole) wrote2017-04-30 10:14 am
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[She peers up at him through thick dark lashes, her breath exhaling in staggering uneven waves of heat.] Fuck. Connor. [She all but moans his name as his mouth trails fire down the smooth curve of her neck.]
You feel so good.
[She kisses his cheek and then his shoulder, whatever is in reach.]
I don't want to stop. I want more.
[Justine runs her fingers through his hair, teasing the ends until they're messy and out of place.]
You feel so good.
[She kisses his cheek and then his shoulder, whatever is in reach.]
I don't want to stop. I want more.
[Justine runs her fingers through his hair, teasing the ends until they're messy and out of place.]
I can go again if you want...
[He doesn't get tired, after all. He teases her, moving his hips slowly a few more times.]
Maybe if you ask nicely enough?
[He's learned to not bother fixing his hair after Justine has messed it up, so he just lets it fall in his face as he smirks at her.]
[He doesn't get tired, after all. He teases her, moving his hips slowly a few more times.]
Maybe if you ask nicely enough?
[He's learned to not bother fixing his hair after Justine has messed it up, so he just lets it fall in his face as he smirks at her.]
Makes sense... well, this is one of the newer models.
[He gestures to a sleek wooden one in a display case, with a charming engraving that almost looks like waves.]
I'm not as good with this as I am with guitar obviously, but the strings are strong, and it has a nice, clear sound with someone knows what they're doing with it.
[He gestures to a sleek wooden one in a display case, with a charming engraving that almost looks like waves.]
I'm not as good with this as I am with guitar obviously, but the strings are strong, and it has a nice, clear sound with someone knows what they're doing with it.
[He likes the way it looks, at least. But the important test would be to play it.]
Can I try it?
[He doesn’t want to just pick it up and start going for it without asking first.]
Can I try it?
[He doesn’t want to just pick it up and start going for it without asking first.]
[Justine smiles, her lips slightly parted in breathless wonder at their entangled state. His breath is warm against her skin and delicate while, in contrast, his cock is hard and aching inside of her. He'd delved inside of her, reaching further into her heart than she thought possible.]
Mm. [She hums softly.] Pretty please?
[She looks up at him through long thick lashes as her tongue dances across her lips.]
We can do something new. Anything you want.
[Her hips rose and she gasps as she applies pressure to the sensitive nerves.]
Mm. [She hums softly.] Pretty please?
[She looks up at him through long thick lashes as her tongue dances across her lips.]
We can do something new. Anything you want.
[Her hips rose and she gasps as she applies pressure to the sensitive nerves.]
Something new?
[He thinks on it, still slowly rocking his hips.]
What haven't we done yet? You can choose... I'm not really sure what there is.
[He's not as experienced as Justine, after all.]
[He thinks on it, still slowly rocking his hips.]
What haven't we done yet? You can choose... I'm not really sure what there is.
[He's not as experienced as Justine, after all.]
I mean, go for it. That's the only way to know if it's good, right?
[Rich could always demonstrate, but he's not at all talented, and just knows the instrument from the brief explanation they gave. He'd much rather hear Connor try it, so he picks the violin out of it's little case and holds it out.]
[Rich could always demonstrate, but he's not at all talented, and just knows the instrument from the brief explanation they gave. He'd much rather hear Connor try it, so he picks the violin out of it's little case and holds it out.]
[Connor takes it, and after a moment of deciding he starts to play a song. He tries to be less stiff as he plays, and although he can hit the notes perfectly he still seems slightly frustrated after the little bit he performs. Elliot doesn't want him to play like an android, he wants him to play like a human. He still doesn't feel like he gets that, though.
Well, the violin itself sounds nice. And that was the whole point of this... not to beat himself up over not feeling like he's performing as well as Elliot expects of him.]
What do you think? Personally, I like it.
Well, the violin itself sounds nice. And that was the whole point of this... not to beat himself up over not feeling like he's performing as well as Elliot expects of him.]
What do you think? Personally, I like it.
[Rich's eyes go wide and he whistles lowly after Connor performs, clearly impressed. It does sound good... almost too good, though, and Rich isn't quite sure what that's about. Maybe it's best not to worry about it.]
Wow, I thought you were just starting to learn. That sounded perfect.
Wow, I thought you were just starting to learn. That sounded perfect.
Thanks.
[He seems pleased with the compliment.]
I haven’t been learning for very long, but Elliot is a good teacher.
[And being an android, he can play almost anything he wants once he’s been shown how. He just really likes the violin.]
I’m going to continue to study under him until I can make my music sound more... well, less like a machine is playing it.
[Which is hard for a machine. He’s trying, though.]
[He seems pleased with the compliment.]
I haven’t been learning for very long, but Elliot is a good teacher.
[And being an android, he can play almost anything he wants once he’s been shown how. He just really likes the violin.]
I’m going to continue to study under him until I can make my music sound more... well, less like a machine is playing it.
[Which is hard for a machine. He’s trying, though.]
He does seem it. Maybe I will have to go to him for music lessons, I guess.
[Oh, that explains a bit of Rich's original complaint, and he's grateful for that. He offers a bit of a sideways grin.]
I think what you're missing is the emotion in it. With creative stuff, you have to worry less about perfection and just... let the feelings move you where they will.
[Rich actually wiggles a bit in his spot. Dance is definitely one of those emotional outlets for him, along with music.
[Oh, that explains a bit of Rich's original complaint, and he's grateful for that. He offers a bit of a sideways grin.]
I think what you're missing is the emotion in it. With creative stuff, you have to worry less about perfection and just... let the feelings move you where they will.
[Rich actually wiggles a bit in his spot. Dance is definitely one of those emotional outlets for him, along with music.
I’m not really sure how to apply emotion to a task like music. It’s true that I feel it when playing, but...
[He bites his lip.]
It might sound silly, but I’m afraid of messing up. I don’t want to forget myself and hit the wrong note. So I guess I try to suppress them so that they don’t distract me from performing properly.
[He bites his lip.]
It might sound silly, but I’m afraid of messing up. I don’t want to forget myself and hit the wrong note. So I guess I try to suppress them so that they don’t distract me from performing properly.
It's not silly at all. I think that's how a lot of less experienced players are when they first start out. It's something you have to train yourself to worry about less.
I mean, maybe you could try improvizing a song? Start with a scale and just play around with notes? I think that would be a good way to start training that worry out of you.
I mean, maybe you could try improvizing a song? Start with a scale and just play around with notes? I think that would be a good way to start training that worry out of you.
[It’s actually a relief to hear that it’s normal. It makes him feel less stupid for admitting it. He knows he has a problem with failure, but at least this can’t all be credited to that fear. It can get better.]
How exactly do you improvise a song?
[He seems intrigued, but confused... he’d never considered it before. How can he just play when there are no notes to follow?]
How exactly do you improvise a song?
[He seems intrigued, but confused... he’d never considered it before. How can he just play when there are no notes to follow?]
Uh... it might be easier to show you actually. Come on, I'll show you what I mean.
[He gestures for Connor to follow him back to where he had been sitting before Connor had interrupted, picking up his guitar and strumming a few chords.]
Come on, sit down. You probably know the standard scales, right?
[He gestures for Connor to follow him back to where he had been sitting before Connor had interrupted, picking up his guitar and strumming a few chords.]
Come on, sit down. You probably know the standard scales, right?
[Connor sits, with his soon-to-be new violin in his hands.]
Of course.
[He eyes the guitar, curious to see Rich play. He sits his violin on his shoulder and awaits further instruction.]
You won’t get into trouble for doing this with me, will you?
Of course.
[He eyes the guitar, curious to see Rich play. He sits his violin on his shoulder and awaits further instruction.]
You won’t get into trouble for doing this with me, will you?
No, of course not! I'm helping you pick out an instrument. That's part of my job!
[Mainly, his job is to tune the instruments... but he can help a customer on the side.]
Anyways. Let's start with a minor pentatonic.
[He strums a note until Connor matches it, then slowly moves up and down the scale.]
[Mainly, his job is to tune the instruments... but he can help a customer on the side.]
Anyways. Let's start with a minor pentatonic.
[He strums a note until Connor matches it, then slowly moves up and down the scale.]
That sounds perfect.
[It's not even too far too walk, and the time of day is about right for getting some good sun. That's really what he wants, all things considered.]
I'll be waiting there around sunset, if that's alright.
[It's not even too far too walk, and the time of day is about right for getting some good sun. That's really what he wants, all things considered.]
I'll be waiting there around sunset, if that's alright.
That’s fine. I’ll see you there.
[Later, at sunset, L will find Connor at the park flicking his coin between his hands idly.]
[Later, at sunset, L will find Connor at the park flicking his coin between his hands idly.]
[L intended to get there early, but still finds Connor waiting, with a coin dancing between his fingers, reflecting the setting rays. Good; it's more or less confirmation that L desired, to ensure that his idea for a gift was ultimately a good one.
He approaches the android-turned-merrow, nodding a stilted greeting, offering what appears to be a compact folding mirror in both extended palms. Intricate and careful runes are inscribed around the edges.]
Merrow like things that shine, right? I thought that... if you wanted to use this to catch the light in a particular way, I could preserve it for you.
He approaches the android-turned-merrow, nodding a stilted greeting, offering what appears to be a compact folding mirror in both extended palms. Intricate and careful runes are inscribed around the edges.]
Merrow like things that shine, right? I thought that... if you wanted to use this to catch the light in a particular way, I could preserve it for you.
[Connor takes the mirror curiously.]
We do, yes.
[He turns the mirror in his hands, then starts to reflect the sun with it. It’s bright, and more importantly, it shines.]
Like this?
[L can preserve this?]
We do, yes.
[He turns the mirror in his hands, then starts to reflect the sun with it. It’s bright, and more importantly, it shines.]
Like this?
[L can preserve this?]
[L cants his head, watching, squinting, and then nodding.]
Yes... like that, provided that's the angle and the light you want.
[There are distinctions, and the whole point is to get a version of the sunset that Connor enjoys. As Connor turns the mirror in his hands, L prepares himself, removing a small and very sharp blade from its leather sheath. Blood magic's allure has grown on him increasingly in the last few weeks, and as a very ends-justify-the-means kind of guy, it was only a matter of time before L onboarded with it completely.]
Yes... like that, provided that's the angle and the light you want.
[There are distinctions, and the whole point is to get a version of the sunset that Connor enjoys. As Connor turns the mirror in his hands, L prepares himself, removing a small and very sharp blade from its leather sheath. Blood magic's allure has grown on him increasingly in the last few weeks, and as a very ends-justify-the-means kind of guy, it was only a matter of time before L onboarded with it completely.]
[Connor focuses on the mirror, until he has it perfectly how he wants it. Then he looks to L, and blinks at the knife. He doesn’t feel in danger, but he frowns a little anyway.]
What are you doing with that?
What are you doing with that?
It's nothing to worry about...
[He insists as much, even if he looks slightly paler and more peaky than usual.]
Just a few drops to stabilize the spell. It's not unusual for witches.
[And his hand and wrist certainly tell that story; there are many small cuts in various stages of healing, and he's incredibly casual about creating another little incision, holding a hand out for the mirror, which is currently glowing, runes and all, to capture Connor's preferred angle of the sunset.]
[He insists as much, even if he looks slightly paler and more peaky than usual.]
Just a few drops to stabilize the spell. It's not unusual for witches.
[And his hand and wrist certainly tell that story; there are many small cuts in various stages of healing, and he's incredibly casual about creating another little incision, holding a hand out for the mirror, which is currently glowing, runes and all, to capture Connor's preferred angle of the sunset.]
[Connor passes the mirror over, and gives L a disapproving look.]
I'm starting to wonder if you enjoy suffering.
[Some humans do, though Connor will never understand it.]
I'm starting to wonder if you enjoy suffering.
[Some humans do, though Connor will never understand it.]
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