( closed ) life like the unplumbed sea;

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WHO: Elysium & friends(?)
WHAT: This is now just a catch-all for everything
WHERE: Everywhere
WHEN: 2024
WARNINGS: Blanket warning for possible explorations of dark themes in general, please tread at your own risk. I will, however, endeavour to include specifics in headers if applicable.

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[ why must callisto make this more difficult than it has to be

Which is to say, Elysium has quickly learned that the best way to get along with Callisto is to say as little as possible. If Callisto likes the sound of his voice so much, he can continue yapping all he wants. But, he doesn't, so Elysium's almost lead to believe that they're in alignment—until Callisto decides to stall them right at the finish line, that is, with Elysium's brows raising in question.

Damn. No being a pillow princess in peace around these parts, huh. ]

Nothing. [ demurely. he casts a quick sidelong glance to the attendant who's pretending to give them their breadth of space, but is keeping watch on them nonetheless. security detail. ready to remove them or call for backup the moment their suspicions are proven. ] Just… did you have to parade me around like that…?

[ Quiet, with an unspoken edge. Loud enough for the person behind them to hear. As Elysium's hand rests on the waistband of Callisto's pants, his fingers skim almost teasingly under it, blunt nails ghosting along bare skin. With another hand splayed on Callisto's chest, above where his arms might be—Elysium shoves. Roughly.

His tone sharpens to match, low enough that anyone else would probably struggle to hear. ]

Is riling me up that fun for you?

[ well. if callisto won't, elysium will, ig. ]

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[ what is his existence if it isn't meant to make elysium's harder...

which he especially seems to double down for the second he speaks. "nothing." yet, nothing could only be used to describe the abnormal way the other man has been behaving. when he actually speaks and asks that inquiry, his own brow is raised, initially uncertain of how much was connected to his actual qualm, vs. how much of it was an act. it seems no matter where they are, whether in a virtual reality dungeon, dating show, or seedy auction— the fact that they both appear to be playing some sort of "role" never seems to escape them.

then again, how much of elysium's behavior could be chalked up to that. if there was one thing he fronts at, it's in the crystals near his waist, which callisto's own fingers seem to trace the outline of. is it a warning, or a reminder that he knows some intimate part of him and can expose it at any moment? ]

How else did you expect others to know who you answer to?

[ since the ecats is long gone much like any semblance of regaining a cordial relationship...

callisto attempts to step back from the firm push, only the back of his feet end up hitting the legs of seat. he stumbles backwards onto its plush seat. so he does what any normal and well-adjusted person would do in this position and makes sure not to release elysium's waist as he falls over. even pulling him tight against his own body.

if he's going down, so is elychan... ]

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[ There's a lot to be said about how Elysium expects Callisto's resistance, already bracing himself for an inevitable fall when he shoves a leg between Callisto's legs. They tumble, the dress splays, and his knee presses up further between them, akin to a predator that intends to corner its prey. How much is this them, respectively? It could easily be said that it's still entirely them—selves they keep tucked away for various reasons, exposed only when deemed absolutely necessary.

The fingers at his crystals again. Elysium bares his teeth, revealing a flash of white. ]

… Is that what you want? For me to be a part of your collection of caged birds, at your beck and call?

[ With "privacy" and our ecats gone, so goes the thin veneer of Elysium's geniality. What dialogue they exchange matters much less now, so long as they continue putting up a show of their self-involvement. Which, to others, is probably looking like some messed up power play. But is that really so far off…?

Bodies pressed close, Elysium leans forward. Both hair and feather accessories framing their faces, they act much like a veil to hide their animosity from the world. ]

That's too bad. I'm not going to answer to you. Never. Not in a million years. Now——

[ eyes narrowing, with the hand on his chest sliding to press down on Callisto's shoulder, and the other moving to squeeze the hand on his waist, ]

——shut up.

[ A press of their mouths. It'd be more bite than kiss if he weren't mindful of drawing blood. How good is Callisto at holding his breath? If he doesn't shake Elysium off, it'll certainly be a test of it. ]

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[ cursive what???

the concept he speaks of is so ridiculous a notion that he can only let out an almost airy sort of laugh. almost completely genuine in the idea that elysium clearly seems to see him as scum with a particularly perverse desire (says he who has 100% sparked these allegations). placing aside the fact that callisto was capable of such vicious possessiveness aside, in the moment, he couldn't think of anything less appealing. as much as he would appreciate showing elysium back in his place— ]

Are you not misunderstandi—

[ he then feels the touch of his hands. there's nothing remotely intimate about it. sharing warmth in the dead of winter as one hinges on life and death would have been more romantic. but, he knows neither of them are here for this.

when elysium presses their lips together, one of his hand trail from his waist to his face. but, it's not the gesture it appears from the outside as it draws lower to his neck, then with his palm against his throat and fingers on his pulse, he gives it a tight squeeze. two can play this game of asphyxiation.

at this moment, elysium feels less like a fake lover than he does a practiced assassin... ]