Kyu is totally gonna hook you up. (huniepop) wrote in utr_logs, @ 2010-07-21 15:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | julian, napalm wartooth, teja wartooth |
Who: Napalm Wartooth, Julian, Teja Wartooth.
What: Julian trying to do what he promised Mephistopheles and corrupt Napalm.
When: Wednesday afternoon.
Where: Mordhaus.
Warnings: Chara death, Evil Shii Be Here.
Julian had been given two months to corrupt Napalm Wartooth. Jenny was on the line. Julian cared little for his beauty - he was vain, but had always figured growing ugly and terrifying was inevitable - but he felt hollow without the love of his life around.
He wanted to finish the seduction as soon as possible.
Willing himself into Mordhaus, he lingered in the shadows of Napalm's room for a time, listening to her thoughts, listening to her tears. She slept with a stuffed animal (which was at turns adorable and pathetic), she cried for the love of a man named Skwisgaar who she feared would never care for her (which was very true, but Julian could use that). Smiling to himself, Julian moved to find this Skwisgaar and observe him for a moment. When he had all he needed from the man - thoughts, a grasp of how he looked, moved, and sounded - Julian wove an illusion.
Palm was laying on her bed, curled up with a stuffed toy. Pup was sleeping at the foot of her bed, snoring softly. She blinked when she saw Skwisgaar in her room. She hadn't even heard the door open. And were those tears in his eyes? Reaching out to pull him to the bed, she blinked when he kissed her. It was more gentle than usual, hushed, delicate.
"I loves you, Napalms. But - would you ever sells on your souls for me? Does you loves me as much as I am lovings on you?" Julian using Skwisgaar's voice, using the illusion of his fingertips to run over her clavicle. Palm closed her eyes, swept up in what she thought was a metaphor, a smile playing on her lips. "Napalms, be mine."
She wet her lower lip, trying to think of how to answer. "I am yours," she murmured, tangling their legs together.