And I dove deeper

A laugh. “Of course I do, you’ll go out of your mind if I don’t.”

Victor shrugs. “I hear you. But let’s just focus on my cute cats for now?”

“You’re a good friend, Victor. Thanks for being here, and I’m glad you’re okay.”

Dylan grins as he turns into the parking lot. “Your cats are the best.” He finds he’s smiling as they head towards the building.

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Oh, geez! Sorry, you startled me. I didn’t think anyone was out either.

I couldn’t sleep so I figured I’d go for a walk. You?

#char: Bridget #thread: midnight in the park

Sorry! I didn’t mean to.

You remember the storm awhile back that flooded the town? Ever since then, I’ve been finding it harder and harder to sleep at night.

“Don’t be sorry. You’re reacting the way I probably should.”

“Before Tristan gave me the butterfly dream, I had these awful flashbacks to something a long, long time ago. They were nasty and not worth going in to. Point is, I’ve been at this point too.”

“Er, okay. Just, you don’t have to listen to my brainweirdness if you don’t want.”

He sighs. “There are good memories, too. It’s not either or.” He rubs his temples while they’re stopped at a red light. “I wand a bloody manual on this shit.”

Hey.

I didn’t think I’d meet anyone at the park at quarter to midnight.

#retinastarter #open

“Hey, hey,” Victor leans forward, placing a gentle hand on his friend’s shoulder, a gesture lifted from his twin. “What are you talking about? It wasn’t you, you know.”

“You’re not hallucinating, alright? But they’re just memories now.”

Dylan calms right down when Victor touches him. It’s very grounding. He swallows and tries to smile. “Thanks. Sorry. It’s going to take some time to get used to.”

“I don’t know. I mean, it felt like me—like mine. It was a memory and it was comfortable.”

Darling, sweet lover, won’t you help me to recover

He lets himself get caught up in the slide of their bodies, revelling in the way Dylan moves under him like he can’t get enough. Ravi groans and ruts against him with something close to abandon, having trouble resisting the siren song of pleasure that every shift alights in him. Waiting is torture, but enjoying seeing and feeling his boyfriend so wanton and carefree is worth the way it makes his groin ache. “Fuck, Dylan, you’re so hot like this,” he gasps raggedly against his throat.

#char: Ravi #thread: help me recover #nsfw

Dylan can’t tell what sounds are coming from who. The outside world is overstimulating in an amazing way. At some point, he realises all his squiirming isn’t changing his situation at all. He relaxes. Well, as much as possible. He’s still super aroused, his boyfriend grinding against him, his wrists taut above him, and his ass is full and vibrating. But relaxing helps him get his breath back, lets him close his eyes and just take all the sensations coming at him. He moans lightly in rhythm with the vibration rocking him from the inside out.

“Because I’m having a hard time finding any other explanation, and because I’ve never had anything particularly normal for any extended period in my life.

It’d make a lot more sense to be confused, I know.”

“It sounds a lot easier than telling someone that you’re Death.”

“I’m not sure that I know what normal is, but I’m kinda stuck on hallucination.”

“Although maybe if I were hallucinating, I wouldn’t have made up that part about accepting human sacrifice.” His eyes go wide, and his heart and head are racing.

F*ck that hurt... - Dylan & Cassandra

Cassandra registered the skepticism over what she’d said but pushed it aside. After all, Dylan was typically skeptical when it came to this sort of thing. His question wasn’t surprising either, not really. “I didn’t say there was nothing to be done,” she replied. “It’s true, some things are set in stone but not all of it. If you know a hurricane is coming, you can’t stop the storm, but you can prepare… mitigate the damage…”

#Char: Cassandra #thread: that hurt

“I suppose that’s true,” he admits. He gets lost in his thoughts for a moment, wondering whether a hurricane might not be better, less harmful to its forecasters. He shakes himself out of his thoughts. “Well, you look hurt, and, er, a bit bloodied. I’d like to make sure you’re okay and clean you up before figuring out a plan of plague mitigation.”

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“Ah, that’s fine and nice to meet you too.”

“Well uhm… any favorite place in this town?”

“I kind of like the park. And the university library. And the Y’s pool.”

#char: Eleanor

Another quick smile before abandoning the sentiment.

“At this point, I can believe anything.

Tristan does. He’s been mixing up dreams and reality for awhile now.”

“So, yeah, I kinda do.”

“How do you manage that? Because I’m stuck in this state of denial and probably some sorta cognitive dissonance.”

“I feel silly even talking about it. ‘Why yes, hello, I’m an ancient Welsh god who lived in the ocean during the Romans’ occupation of the British Isles.’”

“You’d miss–

…Really?

Huh.”

“Did it jog your memory at all, or do we have to hit the library?”

“I’d like to think we’re friends, at least.” He’s happy to get a smile out of Victor.

“It brought up a lot of information, if you’re willing to believe it was memory, and not a hallucination. Do you ever have a problem where nothing seems real? Because I’ve been feeling that a lot lately.”

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“Most in this town will be interesting for me, this town looks different.” She paused for a moment. “Well…uhm… yes that will be weird.”

“My name is Eleanor, by the way.”

“Right. Well sorry to be so awkward upon our first meeting, Eleanor. I’m Dylan.”

#char: Eleanor

F*ck that hurt... - Dylan & Cassandra

Cassandra looked up, the hint of copper teasing the crease of her lips. Were she more together, she’d have wiped away the blood now trickling down her chin, but all she could think of was the vision and teasing it free from the reality she had settled back into. Dylan’s face served as a good focal point though, even if his voice felt very far away.

“I- I will be,” she managed, blinking slowly a few times. “It… There’s something coming.” Cassandra knew Dylan was likely to meet her vision with skepticism, but he was here, asking if she was okay, so he was going to hear about it. “It’s going to hurt a lot of people… People are going to get sick and die and they won’t know how to stop it…”

#Char: Cassandra #thread: that hurt

Dylan snorts in disbelief when she says she’ll be fine, what with her unfocused eyes and blood from her nose. He listens to her talk about a vision. “A plague?” he asks, curious. “What’s the point in having a vision if there’s nothing to be done about it?” he wonders.

Darling, sweet lover, won’t you help me to recover

Dylan’s losing focus, which stirs a sense of victory in Ravi. Finally, finally, his tightly-wound, meticulous boyfriend is coming unraveled. It’s a beautiful thing to witness. He realizes they’ve reached a point where he doesn’t have to check in about every last little thing. Dylan’s at ease with him calling the shots. Perhaps more surprisingly, Ravi’s at ease being in charge. While he’d blushed at the thought of the toys before, here they help him lead Dylan far, far from the land of overthinking. “You want it but you don’t, ‘cause you know I’m not gonna let you come yet,” he purrs, mouthing at Dylan’s throat. He presses the button anyway, and then supports himself on his hands while he slowly grinds against him.

#char: Ravi #thread: help me recover #nsfw

Dylan moans at Ravi’s words. He yelps in shock as the plug comes to life inside him. He feels like he’s so close to being shaken apart at the seams. He squirms a bit when Ravi grinds against him, trying to get more friction. The vibrations drive him to want more and more and he can hardly think at all.

“If you get the chance, you’d be better off just going home. You’re smart–there’s gotta be a way for you.”

“Did you find anything else while we were gone?

Tristan was in trouble with Joshua before we left and was using his powers a lot. They know something.”

“I have to admit, I would miss my boyfriend. I would miss you, too.”

“I went to Cassandra. She did a mental regression or something. It was terrifying and I’m still not convinced it wasn’t just a hallucination.”

“Glad to be back,” he sighs, climbing in the passenger seat. “I want to move, but Tristan won’t hear of it. I don’t think it’s safe for people like us here.”

“I can’t blame you.” He drives quietly for a bit, the familiar route passing them by.

“Honestly, I’m a bit afraid, too. I want this degree, and I can’t pay for it on my own. I could maybe in Wales, but not in England and certainly not here. And to top it all off, I’m still in the process of discovering what the hell I am.”