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[ganymed]

Who ⬤ Ganymede and Co.
What ⬤ Some dungeon crawling, living the dream! You name it.
When ⬤ 10/6 for the first dungeon. Who knows for the rest...
Where ⬤ Courageous Retuning Two Wings, Fine Wine, Gany's McMansion
Content Warnings ⬤ WHOOPS cw kidnapping, captivity warnings now. alongside transphobia, child abuse, elements of suicide (suicidal ideation, self-harm, etc.) i also guess there's nsfw now with pretty dark themes for the most recent one so watch your step LMFAO (re: dubcon)





[ You've got mail.

...It's been awhile, hasn't it? But neither single one of you can say that this wasn't an unfamiliar sight.

Still, the reunion for dungeon-running is anything but a less than happy one, no? ]

RESULTS: Here!

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[userunfriendly]

[ He is desperate. And that desperation is one more vulnerability he doesn't intend to choreograph. His eyes narrow a tiny bit at the accusation.

If Ganymede pulled away now all would be well. His job accomplished. But the second kiss catches him by surprise, the slight sting of the bite commanding his utmost attention. Is this... being hurt, the desire to hurt in return? Even a supposed loved one?

This is new. This is confusing, intriguing. Troubling. Is this data his, or not? He reaches up to cup the back of Ganymede's neck, fingers exerting too much pressure as he tries to decide, holding him there for an answering kiss. No bite in return. Is this better or worse? What is he searching for? ]

Gorre.

[ Will this one believe him? None of them believe him, and less now. He can find cruelty in that, too. Pursuing the lead, he grips harder, gauntlets trying to leave bruises on the back of Ganymede's neck. ]

...If you want to see, then come and face me when I'm complete. Bleed out, broken, in front of the man you believe still exists and let him watch. Or die making a mockery of that empty promise made to a pathetic creature already vanished from this world. Either would suit my purpose.

[ganymed]

[ The tight grip makes him gasp, leaving him pliable and easy to receive Michel—Gorre's—kiss, which is not an answer, but perhaps a mere response. But maybe there is traces of Michel in there as well.

'Gorre,' The man says, in Michel's voice, acting as if he has completely overwritten his existence with an irrefutable fact by speaking the name into existence.

Ganymede doesn't intend on making it easy. He never does. Because all he has are those precious to him, who have taught him to hold on, steadfast with a crushing grip, and to have performed so perfectly for everyone when now he wishes to also perform for himself means simply this:

He is without restriction in what he desires. What he wants to keep, what he will fight for to hold on to the bitter end, even if it leaves him without reason. ]

Michel.

[ Ganymede states softly, voice slightly pained still from the way the other is holding him by the neck too tight, and his head has been ringing for a long time now.

Still is. His words in defiance of the answer is perhaps a cruelty in of itself, and instead his hands reach out to cup his face, before moving further to a long strand of hair and tugging on it roughly in response. Harsher than it to be anything anywhere near gentle, and so the other is caught up still; can't look anywhere else but him. ]

You're confident that I will lose. You're also confident he's gone. That's stupid, you know.

Michel always hated losing, but I've always been good at beating him. You'll find that out too, since right now, you're a part of him.

[userunfriendly]

[ Of course he doesn't believe. Of course. Gorre allows that tug, permitting this head to be jerked like an uncoordinated marionette. Michel would be frustrated. But he? Why should he care about the refusal to absorb simple fact? ]

He hated losing... because he knew he was weak. Pathetic and a coward, unable to face reality, unable to find the strength to turn away from it. You think that kind of person would be able to resist, to persist, when someone at last reached out a hand to him and offered him an escape?

[ The only reason you give him any consideration is because, deep down, you still have hope. But hope has a way of forsaking those who give it a home.

Good data. Cruelty towards the self... this could be acceptable. ]

Come and show me, then. I look forward to it.

[ He moves to pull away again, heedless of how much force it might take. If Ganymede wants to take some of that snow-pale hair with him as a memento, that would be allowed. ]

[ganymed]

[ Those words sink further into his heart, like a knife, make him feel even more livid with each passing moment. But this anger is a different kind than the one that burns white hot for Lily who dared to take all that he loves from him. First, to commit that unspeakable act by stealing Hani's name, then Uta (he quickly IM'd her and that was why he was late to the Michel show), and now Michel himself.

This one is like one that burns slowly, still hot, and like his feet are constantly raked over hot coals once it goes out.

He jerks his hand back, strands caught in his hand as the other pulls back. ]

I know better than anyone else here that Michel loathed losing not because he was weak, but because he couldn't stand to give up or give in. Life had treated him so wrong, but in his heart, he still sought out what he could from it.

If that isn't strength or courage, I don't know what is.

[ Ganymede looks at Michel without a piece of fear in his heart and no desire to concede. Just like Michel himself said, he had no desire to do so. ]

I'll show you sooner than you think...but I doubt you'd be able to handle it.

[ If he goes off, Ganymede will let him but he will stare him down, refusing to depart for awhile. But boy, don't think he's going to wait until the final battle to see your face again, he ain't got patience for that!! ]

[userunfriendly]

[ The pain is scarcely a prickle, less than nothing. Less than Oriade's slap. Gorre gives that a look of mild irritation at last. He shouldn't need to tell them what's self-evident.

If they want these tiny gestures to reach anything at all, they'd best make it bleed. ]

Perhaps lies can be as cruel as truth. I'll consider it.

[ And he will, indeed, drift off at last. He has a Halloween party to set up... ]