Let's Drink to True Love

For True Love Can Break The Spell...[[ RP blog for Marcel Gramercy/René Montrosier, vampire. Mun and muse are 21+, blog may be NSFW/contain gore, etc. ]]

[transcyberism]

sometimes I almost forget slut is a derogatory term. it's so friend shaped to me. I love when things are slutty. I love sluts and slutting it up. it's a cute word. make every day sluttier than your last. sluttttt

[letsdrinktotruelove]

Ah, but who is to say what the future could hold, my love?

[geistersoldat]

I am so extremely doubtful that codpieces will come back in vogue.

[letsdrinktotruelove]

Well, you could always sit there mournfully petting it in my absence, fondly remembering me through its comfort.

[letsdrinktotruelove]

"Hm. Nothing too strenuous, then." He pressed a kiss to Viktor's paw. "I do my chores at dawn and at night; excuse me for caring about the evaporation rate of water!" Though it was true he was rather distractible.

"I wanted to see how we were all going," he explained after a moment. "I know this isn't a situation either of you signed on for."

[actualtirefire]

Roka wasn't sure how to answer that one. So she said, "I'm fine."

Wasn't like she had anything to share. On her end. Other than her mental stuff they didn't need to bother about. Wasn't their responsibility to fix her depression and self harm and hang-ups about Lark or pregnancies or Charlie or anything. Two of the were happy without that.

Viktor shrugged lightly. "I had a near miss with Envy. I do think that we have to keep an eye on that. The more involved you get with Lark, the more involved we get with Envy. Unavoidably." His biggest concern.

[letsdrinktotruelove]

Not to fix, perhaps, but to support her, to help... René wanted to know, even if it wasn't the sort of thing that made people happy. He still felt like he was walking on shards of glass, and didn't know how much he could ask for from her. She was back in the RV, or in the closet, when he saw her or signs of her, and... he wasn't sure what was a boundary and what was a purposeful withdrawal, and what was something he should reach out about. Try to mind or mend or change.

And she wasn't a child, wasn't some naïve waif he needed to shepherd or teach.

But he missed what they'd had, and didn't know if he had the right to want it back. Until she told him in no uncertain terms to give it up, though, to leave her alone, he didn't want to abandon hope. Time stretched out before them, and he could never see very far ahead.

Viktor's revelation did make him cringe and curl into the couch, checking Viktor over for wounds he knew wouldn't be there, but some fear of what Envy could do setting his heart hammering in his chest.

"I'm sorry. A-and yes, you are right. It is unfair to you both," he replied, eyes on his knees. He hadn't exactly gone looking for Envy's attention either, and look where it had gotten him. "I... cannot just abandon Lark and... and my child, though." He didn't know what Envy wanted any of the children for, or if it was just the SIn's nature to want regardless, but he didn't think it would be good for any of them, again on account of the nature of the Sin.

"I could, perhaps, make some sort of Deal with them, to leave the two of you alone." He didn't know how that would work, his own soul not exactly going anywhere any time soon, but perhaps there would be some other bargaining chip he could offer.

[letsdrinktotruelove]

He could feel his own rapid heartbeat where those teeth pressed into flesh. It was painful, pleasant, erotic, exciting, frightening; all the things he enjoyed in a beautiful medley of sensation.

Truth be told, he needed the little break from the attention of those teeth because the change for a momentary respite, a bit of breathing room, would do him good. As he'd said through the night, he wasn't in a rush, and he didn't want to end things before they were both ready. That, and he had just quite truthfully enjoyed kissing the demon.

In retrospect, however, being pressed flush up against the demon while being teased and with Alastor crooning at him like that was hardly helping in that sense.

He considered the question with a little shiver, still aware of those claws against him and the still slowly weeping wound in his neck. It'd clot eventually, scab over. If he didn't meet death's renewing embrace before it managed, he supposed.

"Only that which he is willing to grant," he replied, licking his own lips for a moment.

One of his hands slid down to caress Alastor's thigh, teasing along the inseam of the boxers down to where skin and fur returned, swirling around gently.

"What would please the Radio Demon? I remain your humble host and companion... who promised you a night of enjoyment. And to that cause I still pledge myself, though I do hope the odd morsel of my own need desperately rearing its head doesn't sour your at least tolerant opinion of me."

He had been told to keep talking, after all.

[radioiaci]

"A smart answer," Alastor responded with a raise of his eyebrows, impressed that Rene could still manage to hand him control of the situation, no matter how wanting he seemed to be. It was not something the radio demon was accustomed to being granted in a scenario so physical, and part of him was quite satisfied with knowing that Rene could manage to have some sense, even in the midst of what he presumed to be a bit of a haze.

Aware of the hand drifting along his thigh, he did not find it especially concerning, ears primed to listen for the other's question and finding some amusement in the way it was worded. He had told Rene to continue talking, yes, and as he did, Alastor began to ruminate a bit on what he might request, now that the option had been granted.

"I'd think that taking a bite from you beyond what I've already done might end this rendezvous a bit prematurely, so I'll table that suggestion, for the time being." Even if the brief mention of it prodded interestingly at his belly which could also envision the satisfaction of consuming someone so enthusiastic for his presence.

"And you can take solace in the fact that my opinion is quite beyond tolerant." Though he would certainly not define it in concrete terms. That was for him to know - and for Rene to pursue, if he so pleased.

For now, however, his hands came up to brace claws against the other's face, practically cradling his jaw and turning his head one way, then the other, as if appraising.

"In the meantime..."

He could sate a bit of his own greed and gluttony, pulling the other back into a kiss that was very nearly more tongue than lips, the thick muscle pressing a bit insistently past Rene's teeth and into something much messier and bullying than their earlier meeting of mouths.

Alastor was a demon, at the end of the day, aware of the other's limits, were he to voice them, but until that moment came, he would be rather bossy in pulling what he wanted and how.

[letsdrinktotruelove]

"I do occasionally happen to stumble into them," he replied, huffing out a soft laugh. He was, after all, here to have a fun night with Alastor, and while he was aroused, excited, he was still in control of himself; he wasn't some base animal (presently) who couldn't resist taking without asking.

René did shudder at the mention of being bitten and nodded. "Another time though, yes. I know some... strategic areas you can get a few bites in before I succumb." Not his first rodeo when it came to purposeful cannibalism, but probably the one he'd been most interested in.

The praise and confirmation that Alastor was more than just putting up with him did have René blushing, even if it was still vague. It was still enough to have him leaning into the touch, preening under the attention before he was surrendering into the kiss, a half-surprised groan making its way out of his mouth before Alastor's tongue replaced it.

René was no less enthused, certainly, and returned the attention as best he could, his own tongue brushing around and past Alastor's, sucking it hungrily deeper into his own mouth. Careful with his teeth, his fangs, with centuries of practice behind him. Where Alastor said to give, René answered for him to take.

His own cock, ignored thus far, rested against his stomach, smearing and dripping pre between them. Most of the way to hard, bobbing occasionally when René carefully took a gasp of air in and the muscles in his stomach flexed.

[letsdrinktotruelove]

As a presently more-or-less-alive Frenchman I have to respect the unionisation. As a former attache to the monarchy, I want to say that a good master issues reward when and if necessary.

[ They could return to the couch for more petting and cuddles once they'd sated their mutual cravings for bloodshed. He would clap for Worth's show of masculine bravado in holding him up. Decided to be a little teasing brat and lean up like he was going to kiss Worth for a reward, let their lips just barely touch, then he'd sit back, resting on his outstretched arms and kicking his feet. ]

Uh, yeah. We must fag it up, darling. Otherwise, what a waste.

[ He'd let his eyes trail down Worth's body, running his tongue over a fang tip. ]

You've just got all that lovely torso available... a shame to hide it away.

Crop top, mesh, some tight little shorts-- I'd suggest leather pants but in this heat I think they'd melt into you... Anyway, if I saw you in that at a club, I'd be grinding against you easily.

[ He'd point at one of the cupboards. ]

I think I last saw the snowcone maker in there. It's white and blue, sort of shaped like an igloo.

[ It was not in that cupboard. That cupboard currently housed neatly sorted Tupperware and disposable plastic containers. ]

[sodoffyabuggers]

[René would get a look for that piddly little tease of a kiss, somewhere between frustration and affection, but the appreciation for Worth's long ass torso helped to soothe the sting a little.

Also the implied promise of a later reward. One that he was fairly sure he could earn.]

Add a feather boa an' ya got yerself a deal. If we found each other in a club those pants wouldn't be on me long enough to melt anyway. We'd be in a fuckin' bathroom stall before th' next song even started.

[Fags and sluts they both were, and he had no qualms admitting it. He huffed and puffed his way to the kitchen, holding his next comment till he could deposit his precious cargo onto a free space on the counter. Taking his chin and kissing him roughly to get back for the earlier one.]

I wouldn't mind seein' you in nothin' but a jester's hat an' a checkered patterned skirt. Maybe some fluffy leg warmers?

[He then got busy checking out the suggested cupboard...

And finding the neatest assortment of plastic tubs he'd ever seen since he'd lived in his mother's house. Turned back to René.]

Nope.

[Going to open the one BESIDE that one.]

[letsdrinktotruelove]

[ His responding smile to the look was extremely smug. He was a brat eternal. ]

So romantic. We'll have to head out some time. I do look absolutely fantastic kneeling on tiles or pressed up against a graffiti-covered door.

Or I could always sit back and watch you use those wonderful legs of yours to bounce for me.

[ He wouldn't mind in any case. And he was very pleased by that rough kiss, though he would let his fangs sink just into the inside of Worth's bottom lip as they parted, just enough to tear the fragile skin a pit, a couple of pin-pricks and tiny drags of pain. Hummed and licked his fangs clean about it too.

And then he was laughing, delighted by the suggestion. ]

Finally someone who appreciates the jester motley! Or at least the bare concept of it.

[ He was admittedly quite pleased seeing Worth bent over to look in the cupboards. Tempted to rest one of his feet on Worth's lower back. ]

Seems it's been moved after all. But the view is good, at least.

[ The next one had appliances at least, but no snow cone maker-- a toaster, a pressure cooker, a sous vide machine, a rice cooker. Neatly arranged as well, clean and orderly. ]

I really should find some sort of reward for Viktor for keeping this place tidy. As I'm sure you can guess it's never been one of my strengths for any significant length of time.

[letsdrinktotruelove]

@werecatastrophe replied to your post “"Ey, René. Didja ever know tha' stinky guy with a...”:

"Yuh, Terraria!" Not his name! "...Y'think he mighta been possessed by Gluttony? I ain't ever met th'guy, but that'd track, righ'?"

​Almost went to correct Lark, had his mouth open for it, then thought the better of it.

And then did consider the question. "Possibly? I had no real idea of demons or Sins or the like back then, but yes, it would make sense, given how... destructive his appetite was supposed to be." He shuddered a little, thinking of being so driven by that level of hunger he'd put anything in his mouth. He knew that he could be driven to an extreme, blind search for blood if he didn't keep himself fed regularly, but there were quite a few reasons he tried to avoid that.

"I don't think they ever figured out whether or not he did eat that baby he reportedly stole from the hospital he was in."

[werecatastrophe]

"I guess I don' really want to imagine somebody bein' that hungry jus' naturally, y'know? I'd rather think he made a bad deal." Otherwise the story was a lot sadder. Being so relentlessly hungry, never satiated, to the point of tearing things apart and eating things one shouldn't.

Lark shuddered and his tail wagged, fascinated and disgusted. "Yuh, I guess I jus' don' see how he could have? Righ'? Cuz- christ, it'd have'ta be noisy, or messy, at least. Maybe somebody knew he was there and jus' used him as a cover to kidnap th'kid. Or- or it was medical malpractice! Th'baby didn' make it, and they wanted to pin it on Terry."

Anything but the actual name.

[letsdrinktotruelove]

"Well, if you find out, let me know," he replied, tilting his head. He'd known people of many desperate situations, both of their own making and not.

"Oh, you'd be surprised, back in those days there were many corners of the old hospitals where sound didn't travel well. Closed doors, staff busy elsewhere, everything always a mess and little in the way of even the concept of forensics... none of the modern conveniences of cameras or alerts or the like to help monitor things." But he could see Lark's groping for other options for what it was and the anxiety that drove it. He'd reach out to pet him gently, shrugging.

"But yes, he may have just been a scapegoat for some other mishap. Or it may have just been a story from one of the nurses or doctors who found him unsettling and wanted him gone. It wasn't as if there was a lot of ability to verify things, or to follow up with someone after if you didn't know where they lived."

[angelicguy]

i bet girls hated it in 1902 cuz you would constantly go on dates w guys who are working on an invention to present at the world fair

[letsdrinktotruelove]

René would admire Viktor when he came in, reaching out to pet him even with his excess acquired warmth, as always enjoying the sight.

He would chuckle and stick his legs over Röka's lap when she slid between them.

"Welcome back," he replied. "Your job went well? Viktor's been doing enough chores he could almost pass for a lifer again."

[actualtirefire]

"Yeah, it was fine. Just a li'l spyin' on a guy. Nothing too serious." Information gathering today. She pat her hands on Rene's shins idly. Looked over at Viktor whomst was being purposely unbothered. "He does like doing chores."

Vik sipped his water and endured his various treatments. "Yes, well, someone has to mind this homestead." The two of them were prone to goofing off and finding other things to do.

[letsdrinktotruelove]

"Hm. Nothing too strenuous, then." He pressed a kiss to Viktor's paw. "I do my chores at dawn and at night; excuse me for caring about the evaporation rate of water!" Though it was true he was rather distractible.

"I wanted to see how we were all going," he explained after a moment. "I know this isn't a situation either of you signed on for."

[letsdrinktotruelove]

[ He tensed and cringed away, the reaction automatic. ]

Then I can't bear for the pantaloons to see me die like that-- it's cruel. They deserve better. They deserve to remember what little dignity and vivaciousness I was ever allowed to have!

[ He is perfectly capable of being ridiculous about pantaloons instead, of course. ]

[geistersoldat]

Fine, very well! [He threw up hands.] You can leave the pantaloons as long as I can bury you with the curly toe bell shoes!

[letsdrinktotruelove]

But with what will dear Röka warm her feet? They've been left to her care in my will. I know she will appreciate them as much as I do.

[ He is clearly having a lot of fun with this. ]

[geistersoldat]

Next you will tell me you are leaving the hat to Lark and the tights to Worth. [He sees you. He does. He does this on purpose sometimes.]

[letsdrinktotruelove]

Exactly so. The tunic goes to Alastor, and the face paints can go to Arcadia. The codpiece I've also left for you, my beloved.

[ And he would give Viktor an obnoxious kiss on the back of his paw, across the knuckles. If he got scratched, so be it. ]

[geistersoldat]

[He didn't get scratched. He did get a clawless skibbity pap with the other hand. Real quick. Before he caught the instinct.]

I dress myself without such things.

[letsdrinktotruelove]

Ah, but who is to say what the future could hold, my love?

[actualtirefire]

Viktor was merely outside getting some sun and warmth. Little bit of farmette chores. He didn't sweat, so he got away with that more than usual. He did acquire a body temperature, though. He came in and got some ice water before joining Rene. He pushed the suspender straps off his shoulders and sat back.

Roka was going to take a while. She was out and doing a job. Motivated to get it done sooner, but no less carefully. She dipped into the RV to change before she went on into the house. Inserted herself into a gap between them no matter how small.

"Hey." To them both.

[letsdrinktotruelove]

René would admire Viktor when he came in, reaching out to pet him even with his excess acquired warmth, as always enjoying the sight.

He would chuckle and stick his legs over Röka's lap when she slid between them.

"Welcome back," he replied. "Your job went well? Viktor's been doing enough chores he could almost pass for a lifer again."

[letsdrinktotruelove]

@werecatastrophe replied to your post “"Ey, René. Didja ever know tha' stinky guy with a...”:

"Yuh, Terraria!" Not his name! "...Y'think he mighta been possessed by Gluttony? I ain't ever met th'guy, but that'd track, righ'?"

​Almost went to correct Lark, had his mouth open for it, then thought the better of it.

And then did consider the question. "Possibly? I had no real idea of demons or Sins or the like back then, but yes, it would make sense, given how... destructive his appetite was supposed to be." He shuddered a little, thinking of being so driven by that level of hunger he'd put anything in his mouth. He knew that he could be driven to an extreme, blind search for blood if he didn't keep himself fed regularly, but there were quite a few reasons he tried to avoid that.

"I don't think they ever figured out whether or not he did eat that baby he reportedly stole from the hospital he was in."

[letsdrinktotruelove]

"Ey, René. Didja ever know tha' stinky guy with a big mouth who ate everythin'?"

"What?" He had to blink for a few moments, processing that question. Unexpected.

It dawned on him after some brow-furrowed concentration, combing through his mental catalogue.

"Do you... do you mean that Tarrare fellow? I believed he was some sort of ghoul in retrospect. I never examined him myself, no-- I did not care to be involved further in Napoleon's army at the time, so I had been living in Spain for a period, and then wound up in... I believe it is somewhere in Kazakhstan? I spent a few years wandering around there stealing and trading horses. Tarrare had died by the time I returned to France more than briefly-- he was about the same age I was when I first died."

[letsdrinktotruelove]

His neck was sensitive, and he'd, perhaps, been thinking about Alastor's teeth on it for some time, but it was true; when he wasn't in a depressive spiral, he was generally easy enough to rile up.

Perhaps his behaviour was a little impatient in nature, but he certainly had no qualms about how long they stayed like that.

Especially when he felt the sting of skin parting, the warm little rush of pain and wetness that spilling blood brought with it. And the drag of Alastor's tongue, setting those exposed nerves alight, the order taking a brief moment to register in his mind.

"O-of course," he ground out, eyes fluttering closed as he gripped onto the demon below him. "How red the rose," he began, working his throat as he tried to keep his breathing from getting too ragged, "that blooms from life; its roots fed by salt and nourished by strife; its petals languid, limpid drops rolling down to catch the light." Blood seemed as apt a subject for his poetry as any at present. He'd contemplated it in all its forms more times than he count count.

"Come Spring's passion bursting bright, blossoms heady, heavy, cloying in their delight; a rain of scattered crimson, captured, drained, its succour lost." How many times had he caught the spray of his own arterial blood arcing through the air, speckling the wall or ceiling, the ground as he collapsed if he was still lingering before his heart gave out and he returned to the ground...

"Those who feast on roses, who seek out their decadent perfume, mouths stained with beauty, driven to consume." He'd give another swivel of his hips, careful not to move too much lest Alastor's fangs drive deeper than intended at the wrong moment. "How sharp their teeth, their eye for virtue, pinned and plucked for their amusement."

His rhyming and sense of schema was getting looser and looser, and he let out a shuddering little gasp. "Please... please let me taste your lips again, Alastor, just briefly-- just briefly, I swear." It certainly wouldn't be the first time nor the last he'd taste his own blood in someone else's mouth.

[radioiaci]

The combination of Rene's blood, sticky on his tongue, and the words that spilled artfully from his lips was not an end-all-be-all solution to his usual issue of being able to summon his libido from its proverbial grave. The only individual who it had almost never had any issue with was Vox. With nobody else in his thoughts for very near a century, Alastor had to focus on the here and now - on the poetic man who filled his lap and uttered flowery prose between his heady gasps. He could not get a sense of where his own attraction lay just yet...

But the blood was, at least, a boon.

The tips of his teeth wormed their way deeper past the flesh, actively fighting with himself to not take more than what he imagined would be acceptable to keep this exchange going. But it was enough to pull more; to drink from the well spring of a willing donor and pull from him a low rumble of appreciation for the taste. It was not so vastly different from the taste he was already familiar with, but knowing that Rene harbored his own brand of immortality brought about a tang of interest with it.

Large ears twitching with the other's sudden begging, he could not keep himself from emitting a low chuckle of amusement.

That certainly helped. Alastor had never been a demon who would respond to the desperate summonings of others, but in this scenario, he supposed he could make an exception, pulling away from where he'd been greedily lapping at the wound he'd left behind. His tongue traced over the lingering droplets of blood at the points of his teeth, ensuring he did not miss anything.

Alastor's red gaze fixed itself on Rene, lidded and looking, for all of the world, like the seductress role he had fallen into time and time again to play pied piper and guide unsuspecting men and women to their inevitable doom.

"You swear?" He cooed, one hand creeping up to tip-toe claws up the other's spine, using a newfound hold to tug the other practically flush against his own fluffy chest.

"And then what, hm? What further satisfaction shall you request from the radio demon?"

Perhaps, he thought, if he could manage control of the situation, to turn the other into the role of near subjugation and practical worship... It would not be so difficult.

[letsdrinktotruelove]

He could feel his own rapid heartbeat where those teeth pressed into flesh. It was painful, pleasant, erotic, exciting, frightening; all the things he enjoyed in a beautiful medley of sensation.

Truth be told, he needed the little break from the attention of those teeth because the change for a momentary respite, a bit of breathing room, would do him good. As he'd said through the night, he wasn't in a rush, and he didn't want to end things before they were both ready. That, and he had just quite truthfully enjoyed kissing the demon.

In retrospect, however, being pressed flush up against the demon while being teased and with Alastor crooning at him like that was hardly helping in that sense.

He considered the question with a little shiver, still aware of those claws against him and the still slowly weeping wound in his neck. It'd clot eventually, scab over. If he didn't meet death's renewing embrace before it managed, he supposed.

"Only that which he is willing to grant," he replied, licking his own lips for a moment.

One of his hands slid down to caress Alastor's thigh, teasing along the inseam of the boxers down to where skin and fur returned, swirling around gently.

"What would please the Radio Demon? I remain your humble host and companion... who promised you a night of enjoyment. And to that cause I still pledge myself, though I do hope the odd morsel of my own need desperately rearing its head doesn't sour your at least tolerant opinion of me."

He had been told to keep talking, after all.

[letsdrinktotruelove]

Carry me to the kitchen, my loyal human servant... I shall divine which cupboard I last remember seeing it in...

[ Viktor probably put it in a very logical and easy to find position. Which would take René a moment to work out.

His hand would move up to Worth's hair, carding through it and tilting his head to press a kiss to the man's temple. He was pleased by the attention in turn, the comparative coolness of Worth's skin sending little rippling shivers through his body. ]

I do rock a good crop top, it's true. I think you'd probably suit them more with a mesh underlayer...

[sodoffyabuggers]

Only if you reward yer loyal servant after. I know my rights. We had a union rep come talk to us last week, yanno.

[Half of him wanted to stay wrapped in René's arms because he loved having his head touched like that. But the other half felt more than compelled to try and lift the vampire up and actually carry him to the kitchen. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to, but extracted himself from that hold anyway so he could get both arms under René's body and try--

And succeed! His arms shook a bit and he definitely felt the strain, but René wasn't that big and didn't weight that much, and Worth thought he could definitely get him... at least as far the kitchen table before he'd plop his butt down there.]

So yer sayin' I'd look better if th' crop top was paired with somethin' even MORE gay?

[Not like that wasn't true, probably.]

[letsdrinktotruelove]

As a presently more-or-less-alive Frenchman I have to respect the unionisation. As a former attache to the monarchy, I want to say that a good master issues reward when and if necessary.

[ They could return to the couch for more petting and cuddles once they'd sated their mutual cravings for bloodshed. He would clap for Worth's show of masculine bravado in holding him up. Decided to be a little teasing brat and lean up like he was going to kiss Worth for a reward, let their lips just barely touch, then he'd sit back, resting on his outstretched arms and kicking his feet. ]

Uh, yeah. We must fag it up, darling. Otherwise, what a waste.

[ He'd let his eyes trail down Worth's body, running his tongue over a fang tip. ]

You've just got all that lovely torso available... a shame to hide it away.

Crop top, mesh, some tight little shorts-- I'd suggest leather pants but in this heat I think they'd melt into you... Anyway, if I saw you in that at a club, I'd be grinding against you easily.

[ He'd point at one of the cupboards. ]

I think I last saw the snowcone maker in there. It's white and blue, sort of shaped like an igloo.

[ It was not in that cupboard. That cupboard currently housed neatly sorted Tupperware and disposable plastic containers. ]

[nemfrog]

[Le jeu du Regnard et des Poulles] The game of fox and chickens.

Gallica

[devilmeows]

nouvelle copypasta française vient de drop

[devilmeows]

translation for the english speakers:

"yesterday. the youth. they'd rather go to the JAPAN🇯🇵 expo. rather than celebrate our national holiday. our great and beautiful country. they buy. yaoi. yes you heard me right. yaoi. on the 14th of july our great nation's national holiday. on that day they buy yaoi."

[letsdrinktotruelove]

In fairness I was bored and the library paste was there