[Please End] Crow Armbrust (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
filetofish) wrote2018-04-27 01:15 am
filetofish) wrote2018-04-27 01:15 am
PSLS BECAUSE GAY
[no icons, many SPOILERS for trails of cold steel/sen no kiseki. there's also a lot of gross shit so watch your step.]
Good. Now, there's a part of the system you didn't use yesterday that I'd like you to get familiar with.
[Simon reaches into a drawer in the bed-side table, pulling out some futuristic magic wand looking device.]
This can be whatever your clients want it to be. It works with the hologram system, but it's more... hands-on.
[He flips a switch, and there's a blue glow coming from the wand. When he runs the tip down Rean's chest, it feels cold as ice.]
Let's start with this.
[Simon reaches into a drawer in the bed-side table, pulling out some futuristic magic wand looking device.]
This can be whatever your clients want it to be. It works with the hologram system, but it's more... hands-on.
[He flips a switch, and there's a blue glow coming from the wand. When he runs the tip down Rean's chest, it feels cold as ice.]
Let's start with this.
Cold can be quite stimulating, hm?
[He runs the icy wand down to Rean's navel, then back up to circle a nipple, ever-so-gently.]
But there are infinite other options.
[He changes the setting, still pulling the wand over Rean's torso, and the glow is a rosy colour -- now every touch sends a jolt of pleasure, isolated to that spot.]
[He runs the icy wand down to Rean's navel, then back up to circle a nipple, ever-so-gently.]
But there are infinite other options.
[He changes the setting, still pulling the wand over Rean's torso, and the glow is a rosy colour -- now every touch sends a jolt of pleasure, isolated to that spot.]
You'll have to get used to it eventually, Rean.
[He sets the wand aside for the moment, picking up a small case he'd brought with him instead.]
Get on your knees.
[He sets the wand aside for the moment, picking up a small case he'd brought with him instead.]
Get on your knees.
Something I should have done last night.
[It's... a rod with a metal end? He's fiddling with that end, rolling a few moving pieces. Then he hits a button and it starts to glow -- this time, the glow of hot metal. It's a brand Rean you're property.
He runs his hand up Rean's back, stopping at the top of to press and smooth out the skin.]
Don't move.
[And then he's pressing the brand against Rean's skin between his shoulders, over his spine just below his neck. He's on painkillers bit they're not enough for this at all.]
[It's... a rod with a metal end? He's fiddling with that end, rolling a few moving pieces. Then he hits a button and it starts to glow -- this time, the glow of hot metal. It's a brand Rean you're property.
He runs his hand up Rean's back, stopping at the top of to press and smooth out the skin.]
Don't move.
[And then he's pressing the brand against Rean's skin between his shoulders, over his spine just below his neck. He's on painkillers bit they're not enough for this at all.]
[He only has a moment to feel scared before the pain at least. He's definitely going to jerk away, or try, but if he's stuck obeying he's just going to scream. It's way too much, he's already running on trauma. He's shutting down, emotions kind of flatlined under the pain, tears running down his cheeks as his skin sears.
He's yelling, begging Simon to stop, and then, as his skin takes the brand, he's cursing him too, but he's hardly aware of it. He isn't aware how his eyes have gone from fuschia to red or his hair from black to white or how his screaming had turned into furious, guttural howling growls.]
He's yelling, begging Simon to stop, and then, as his skin takes the brand, he's cursing him too, but he's hardly aware of it. He isn't aware how his eyes have gone from fuschia to red or his hair from black to white or how his screaming had turned into furious, guttural howling growls.]
[That's... unexpected, to say the least. Fortunately Rean is being forced to obey, so he can't get violent. But it's disturbing and when the brand is pulled away, Simon gets up off the bed to get a better look.]
...Sit up.
...Sit up.
What is this?
[Hmm COULD THIS BE MARKETABLE...]
Can you speak?
[Hmm COULD THIS BE MARKETABLE...]
Can you speak?
Hm. Cute.
[Definitely marketable. The sadists will love it.]
Does this happen often?
[Definitely marketable. The sadists will love it.]
Does this happen often?
[That's fine. He's had feisty ones before.]
You're very flashy, I'll give you that. But you've already been told what happens when you're not agreeable. Should I demonstrate?
You're very flashy, I'll give you that. But you've already been told what happens when you're not agreeable. Should I demonstrate?
[This part of Rean is really uncooperative, sneering at Simon. It's a hollow defiance though, he's about a breath from passing out to the pain of his brand and the exhaustion of the last day on top of the trauma of losing his home. Whatever this part of Rean is, it's still as damaged as the rest of him.]
[Passing out would have been a way more anticipated reaction to the branding tbh. But Rean's still awake right now and walking away would not be establishing dominance, so he instead just very casually makes a screen gesture that'll light Rean's body up in the feeling of being burned everywhere.]
This is just the beginning. You should think about that.
This is just the beginning. You should think about that.
[He screams. Furious, murderous, but that really does have him passing out properly, regardless of whatever fortitude this part of him possesses that's more than he can take, it seems.
His hair turns normal again at least, while he's passed out. ]
His hair turns normal again at least, while he's passed out. ]
[HOW INTERESTING.
Rean is left to sleep again. When he gets up, this time he's alone, and he can do whatever he wants in his room or around the building. He can see the gardens, the clinic, the bar, the view of the busy street outside. No one comes to bother him for a WHOLE DAY except the tailor (an energetic young woman) popping in to take his measurements and ask him what colours he likes.
But then it's evening again, and his master appears in the doorway with a bag full of who knows what implements.]
How are you feeling?
Rean is left to sleep again. When he gets up, this time he's alone, and he can do whatever he wants in his room or around the building. He can see the gardens, the clinic, the bar, the view of the busy street outside. No one comes to bother him for a WHOLE DAY except the tailor (an energetic young woman) popping in to take his measurements and ask him what colours he likes.
But then it's evening again, and his master appears in the doorway with a bag full of who knows what implements.]
How are you feeling?
[He explores a little, expresses minimal interest in clothing besides a vague preference for red, and puzzles about why his encounter with Simon cuts off, like he can't remember it all.
Other than that he talks to people. He's exhausted and wants to cry, but he spends the day talking to everyone he meets, getting to know the staff and the building. He's already made good impressions on some very jaded people, but he hasn't noticed.
He gets top his feet when Simon enters, scared almost stiff, but also away least having rested some so he has a little energy back.]
...Is that a trick question or something?
Other than that he talks to people. He's exhausted and wants to cry, but he spends the day talking to everyone he meets, getting to know the staff and the building. He's already made good impressions on some very jaded people, but he hasn't noticed.
He gets top his feet when Simon enters, scared almost stiff, but also away least having rested some so he has a little energy back.]
...Is that a trick question or something?
Even I have a sense of courtesy, my dear.
[He approaches confidently, grabbing Rean's chin and looking into his eyes.]
You're back to yourself, I see.
[He approaches confidently, grabbing Rean's chin and looking into his eyes.]
You're back to yourself, I see.
Oh? Don't you remember? You were in quite a state yesterday.
[His free hand reaches back, to press fingers against Rean's brand.]
It was like you turned into a different person.
[His free hand reaches back, to press fingers against Rean's brand.]
It was like you turned into a different person.
Really? That makes it even more interesting. Do you remember being branded?
[He's prodding it. The reaction is cute.]
[He's prodding it. The reaction is cute.]
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