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This is my first Zebruh/Listener audio (Zebruh from Hiveswap Friendsim), as commissioned and written by BirdieJess (thank you so much for commissioning me~! I enjoyed creating a recording from your excellent script!)
Warnings: 18+, possessiveness, jealousy/envy, unhealthy relationship dynamics, mild verbal/emotional abuse.
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“The Favourite” (Zebruh/Listener Script)
This is the script for my first Zebruh/Listener audio, as commissioned and written by BirdieJess (thank you so much for commissioning me~! I enjoyed creating an audio from your excellent script!)
Warnings: 18+, possessiveness, jealousy/envy, unhealthy relationship dynamics, mild verbal/emotional abuse.
Script beneath the readmore~!
The Favourite:
[SETTING – Zebruh has dragged Listener along with him to a purpleblood party. Somehow he managed a way to nab an invitation and was looking forward to the opportunity to network with some clowns. Unfortunately things had not gone too well for both of them at the party and Zebruh had stormed back home with her.] [Zebruh slams open the door of his hive with an annoyed grunt, storming up the stairs to his respiteblock. The Listener trails after him, asking – slightly exasperated – if he’s okay.]
Zebruh: [Continues to walk up the stairs] I’m fine!
(Listener: Are you sure? You’ve been sulking ever since we left the party-)
Zebruh: I am not sulking! [He sighs, spinning to face the Listener, rubbing his fingers against the bridge of his nose] I just can’t believe how clueless you were!
(Listener: Clueless…?? Zebruh, what are you talking about?)
Zebruh: Ha. Don’t act so innocent. I saw you. It really was generous of me, you know, taking my better-half along with me to a high blood party as my plus one. It was a great networking opportunity for me! Spread some news about lowblood rights, rub shoulders with some clowns, hell, even show you off a bit, but, no; you had to go and ruin everything!
(Listener: [She is starting to get irritated now. He could be so annoying to deal with sometimes. She walked closer, insisting she had no idea what he was talking about.])
Zebruh: [Lifts his head, his voice raising as he gets heated up] You were there! Sitting on the couch with them, their arms around you, talking, laughing; [He speaks through gritted teeth] they liked you!
(Listener: What, can I not make friends?)
Zebruh: “Friends”? Ha! Those purple bloods would crush you in a minute! You can’t trust them! [He laughs condescendingly.] You’re lucky you have me in your red quad, you know. You can be so naïve.
[Listener is getting tired of listening to this, rolling her eyes and marching up the stairs past him, heading to the respiteblock. She didn’t really want to argue over something as trivial as her talking to trolls at a party he invited her to. Zebruh doesn’t let it go, following her and continuing]
Zebruh: Honestly, sometimes I think you think everyone on this planet is as lovely as me! Ha! I’m the only one who knows how to take care of you, who understands you, who’ll protect you. Without me you’re just a lost fool. Admit it, you need me-
[Listener walks in the respiteblock, slamming the door in his face. Zebruh walks into the door and grunts, rubbing his nose.]
Zebruh: Did you just-?! Hey! Open up!
(Listener: Not until you apologise!)
Zebruh: Apologise?! For what??
(Listener: You basically called me an idiot!)
Zebruh: I didn’t say you were-! [He tries the door handle, hissing in annoyance.] Are you seriously locking me out of my own respiteblock? In my hive? You can’t be serious!
(Listener: Oh, I am! I’ll let you in when you tell me what the real issue is!)
Zebruh: [He hesitates, called out] I told you what the real issue was-! [Silence] …I did!
[She doesn’t say anything else. He rolls his eyes and makes a dramatic sigh, leaning against the door. He leans in silence for a while, too stubborn to be honest, tapping his fingers against his arm. Eventually, the guilt starts to eat at him and he grumbles, resting his head back and muttering.]
(Listener: What was that?)
Zebruh: I said I was…ugh…jealous. Perhaps. A little. [Sigh] Fuck …a lot. When I was invited I…I was really excited – this is the first time I’ve actually been asked to a purple hiveparty and this was my chance to get in with that crowd! But…I think it was you who they wanted. Just…seeing you the centre of attention like that. Them all clamouring for you, you, you. I…I got so angry at them – at you. I… [He rubs his face. That was a lot, coming from him.]
[Listener quietly unlocks the door with a click, cracking it open. He stands up and turns to face her, starting to speak again]
Zebruh: Alright, look, I’m s- [Listener cups his face and kisses him suddenly. He makes a startled sound, but leans into the soft kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist. When the kiss parts she kisses his chin, thanking him for being honest. He sighs, resting his head in her hair.] …no problem.
[Listener plays with the end of his ponytail, just letting him come down from his temper tantrum. He could be difficult, but she knew him well enough to see where he was coming from. She quietly reminds him he doesn’t need to try so hard.]
Zebruh: [Snorts] Yeah, yeah, easy for the lowblo- I mean, human to say. They all love you. You’re the favourite.
[Listener spouts some cheesy line saying he’s her favourite, which makes him laugh. It was dorky but it’s Zebruh - he’s eating up the attention.]
Zebruh: Now who’s trying too hard? [He kisses her again, sighing against her lips] … but...thanks.
Zebruh: Welp…tonight was a bust… [He speaks tiredly, rolling his eyes]
[Listener: It doesn’t have to be…]
Zebruh: …Oh? [He picks up on the mood change instantly, holding her tighter.]
[Listener pulls him inside the respiteblock, kicking the door shut behind the two of them. They kiss again, the kiss quickly growing more heated, filled with tongue and teeth, Zebruh pressed back against the wall and holding Listener flush against him. His hands slide up under her clothes, feeling her bare skin; he grins when she shivers.]
Zebruh: Hah, you can be so needy sometimes, can’t you…? [He presses his thigh up between her legs, enjoying how she clings to him] Look at you…we’ve barely even started and you’re already desperate for me. [He laughs softly, pulling her closer] Go on. Tell me. Tell me how much you need me. [He hisses into her ear, punctuating the demand with a nip to her earlobe] Say it.
[The Listener shakily complies. He rubs his thigh up against her crotch, swallowing a groan. He really did love hearing her talk like that.]
Zebruh: Louder. [She repeats herself a bit louder and his breath hitches, dipping his head to kiss her hard again. He breaks the kiss with a low chuckle] Such a good girl… now, c’mon...lay down on the jam pile.
[Listener untangles herself from him to lay down on the pile of pillows. There is a shuffling of fabric as she lifts off her dress and unhooks her bra; Zebruh gawks, grinning and taking off his vest as he walks closer.]
Zebruh: Damn...I didn’t even have to tell you to strip. Just wanna get right down to it, eh? Heh. I can vibe with that.
[He settles down between her legs, leaning over her so he can kiss down her neck and chest. He spends a bit of time at her breasts, licking and kissing over the two soft mounds with an appreciative hum, teasing her nipples. He smirks as she arches her back, shivering at the touch of his lips]
Zebruh: Wow, you humans are so sensitive...it’s so damn hot.
[He gives her a shit-eating grin as he parts her legs, his fingers moving to shift her underwear down and off. He barely holds back an aroused growl when he sees her spread open for him, appreciating the sight for a bit. He presses a few teasing kisses around her entrance, chuckling at the needy sounds she’s making. He licks slowly up her slit before pressing wet, open mouthed kisses to her. He takes his sweet time here, groaning and whispering Listener’s name teasingly between kisses and licks. Eventually she gets too wiggly and he chuckles, sitting up.]
Zebruh: Had enough? [She nods] Good. Beg for me. Tell me what you want.
[There is a pause as Listener hesitates, embarrassed; she then touches his arm, saying she wants Zebruh to fuck her. He groans happily, sitting up and shifting closer, undoing his buckle and zipper so he can yank down his pants.]
Zebruh: “Fuck you”, huh…? Damn. Alright...you think you can handle that?
[Listener pulls him closer into a hard kiss, his bulge suddenly pressed up against her slit. He gasps and melts into the kiss, rutting his hips against her. He parts the kiss with a slight bite to her lip, growling. After checking again that it’s okay, he slides his bulge in to the hilt, letting out a deep groan. He holds onto her hips, adjusting for a few seconds before thrusting deep into her.]
Zebruh: Oh, fuck… [He curses under his breath, pulling her closer as he continues to plunge his bulge into her. There is the sound of skin hitting skin as his hips smack into her’s.] ...God...you like this, don’t you? [His voice gets slightly darker as a possessive undertone overtakes it, grabbing onto her thighs.] You like my bulge, deep inside you? Good…’cause you’re mine, got it? Mine!
[His movements start to become rougher and faster, his breathing getting heavy. He continues to whisper and growl dirty-talk at her ((Feel free to ab-lib here, go wild)), driving home the fact that she is his matesprit - no one else’s. Eventually the words just start spilling out without him realising, and before he knows it he’s confessing.]
Zebruh: Y-you need me. Don’t you forget that. You need me. N-no one loves you like I do, yeah?? Only I can do this to you...make you beg. No one is red for you like I am - nobody. I-I love you...god...I...oh, oh, shit-
[His words trail off as Listener gasps out that she loves him too - his eyes widen and he hesitates at the sudden love confession. He moves forward to bend over her and pull her into a desperate kiss, his blood-pusher pounding.]
Zebruh: S-say that again…! Say you love me!
[Listener repeats herself and he groans, the phrase driving him crazy. With a grunt he pushes up her thighs further, shifting a bit so he can really start fucking her, his breathing getting heavier and sounds getting more desperate at the new angle. He continues the string of dirty talk, fingers digging into her thighs.]
[His breath hitches again, getting close. With a few more deep, hard thrusts his back arches and he finishes with a loud groan, yanking her against him. Listener gasps and cries out for him, clenching tightly around him, making Zebruh moan and continue to weakly thrust inside her as he comes down from his high. After a while of heavy breathing and Zebruh gently rubbing her thighs, he pulls out with a shaky whimper, his bulge returning to its sheath as he flops down beside her.]
[Listener rolls over to face him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. Zebruh sighs happily and pulls her closer, giving her a gentle squeeze]
Zebruh: Mn… wow...I guess you really did salvage the night.
[Listener: I mean, I’d say you did most of the work there…]
Zebruh: Hm? Oh, true. Perhaps you should be thanking me then.
[Listener rolls her eyes and bats his arm. He laughs, dipping his head to exchange a few slow, soft loving kisses with Listener. He parts the kiss, staying close to her with his tone serious]
Zebruh: Hey… I meant it. When I said I love you.
[Listener: And I love you too.]
[He makes a happy sound, nuzzling into her shoulder and kissing her collarbone]
-END-
Always Happy to Help (Gamzee/Tavros Script)
This is a Gamzee/Tavros (Homestuck) script that was sent to me by a commissioner (who prefers to remain anonymous) for me to record~! Credit for the script goes to them, and it’s below the readmore! Warning: 18+explicit
Summary: A short scene far in the future where Gamzee and Tavros are living together as established matesprits. When Tavros goes into heat, Gamzee decides to help him out!
Always Happy to Help:
(By Anonymous)
*note they are intended matesprits here*
Sounds of pants rustling, slick noises, and Tavros panting/moaning as his own bulge fucks his nook.
T-"F-fuck this heat.."
Pants and whimpers continue, footsteps fade into the scene. Tavros gasps as Gamzee swings the door open without warning.
G-"Heeey, bro. Got your motherfucking message, down to be all up and getting our chill on, yeah?"
Tavros quickly settles himself and tries to keep a straight face.
T-"O-oh, hi, Gamzee! Y-yes..! That is what i, uh, intended."
Gamzee makes himself comfortable next to Tavros on the floor, giving him a peck on the cheek. Tavros doesnt react as expected, instead still keeping that straight face and gulping. Gamzee notices how weird he’s being.
G-"Tav, you alright? Acting motherfuckin strange, my brother. "
Still no word from Tav, his bulge was still fucking his nook but Gamzee distracted him from that. Now Gamzee's scent is driving him wild and the quiet room gave him nothing to distract himself with. Gamzee wrapped an arm around Tavros, Tavros shuddered and whimpered. Gamzee was now close enough to get a good hit of Tavros' scent.
G-"Ooooooooh, THATS whats been going on in your think pan."
Gamzee giggles at him, Tavros scoffs and tries to turn away but is stopped when Gamzee lays a hand on Tavros' thigh. Tavros hums as Gamzee rubs it, just his touch is driving him wild.
G-"Just be all up and asking for a brother to help out, babe. "
Gamzee slips his hand down Tavros' pants, Tavros moans shakily.
G-"Looks like trying to take care of that shit yo' self isnt motherfuckin workin.."
Tavros keeps moaning softly, he leans against Gamzee's shoulder.
G-"This is if you motherfucking all up and be wanting to do that shit with this clown. "
Tavros chuckles softly.
T-"O-of course i do.."
Tavros lets out a gasp and whimper as Gamzee slides Tavros' bulge out his nook. Gamzee tugs at Tavros' pants.
G-"Get those motherfuckers off , my miracle.."
They both take off their pants, Gamzee leans Tavros back against the floor and kisses him passionately. Tavros chokes out a moan when Gamzee slides his bulge in his nook, Tavros scratches at gamzee's back ripping his shirt.
Moans and grunts from both trolls, slick sounds and sweet words for a good moment.
G-"F-fuck, Tav… im c-close.."
T-"M-me t-too.."
Tavros lets out a long moan as he comes, Gamzee does the same while he pumps his material in his matesprit.
They both sat there for a second, panting then giggling at each other.
G-"Feel better, Tav?"
Tavros rolls his eyes and holds Gamzee close.
T-"Mhm..i think i ripped your shirt..and, uh, we made a big mess."
Gamzee shrugs and smiles, laying against his matesprit.
G-"Aint no thang, Tav."
How to Dissect Love (Yandere!Kankri x Listener x Cronus)
This is a SFW but very gory script. I wrote the script based on the commissioner’s ideas, so credit for the concept of this story and its prequel belong to them~! (To the commissioner: Let me know if you’d like to be credited by name, url, or remain anonymous!!!)
Summary: You've been trapped at Kankri's hive for a few days since he decided to keep you prisoner. Your boyfriend, Cronus, decides to check in on Kankri and ends up in an unfortunate position.
***Warnings: (Please heed these!!!) Gore, violence, sharp objects, needles, body horror, mutilation, dissection, blood, surgical/medical themes, abduction, vague mentions of hard drugs.
The full script is beneath the readmore:
When he finally awakens, the storm outside is what Cronus hears first. It was raining, hard, when he sprinted to Kankri’s hive in search of you. Cronus knows Kankri as his moirail -- but also as a recently unpredictable, furious rival for your affections.
He groans, eyes adjusting to particularly unkind fluorescents.
Cronus: (Confused, in pain, and mumbling) What… where am I? Kan, are you in here somewhere? I… came to visit… you… Kan?
Kankri is seated beside you, on one of the hospital beds he’d stolen from school. Though your wrists and ankles are firmly buckled, you do prefer it to the metal gurney you’d originally woken upon, those few, long days ago. Cronus is strapped, unclothed, to an identical bed; fully bound. Kankri is tenderly unwrapping your most recent bandages, exposing the wrongful destruction of your feet.
Kankri: Yes, Cronus! I’m right here. I thought you’d come to visit us soon. Sooner than this, actually. Though it’s not in my nature to be overly critical, I must say I’m a bit disappointed in you!
Cronus: That abandoned car, with the blood… they were missing… and you too! I thought, I mean -- shit my head hurts -- are… are the cops here?
Kankri: Now why would there be human law enforcement in the basement of my hive, Cronus? I know I hit your head when you rudely barged in here -- without even texting me first, might I humbly add -- but despite the blow, you must still realize how silly and unwarranted that sort of question is!
You: (Attempt to address Cronus, with the intent of both warning him, and announcing your presence).
Kankri: (Interjects before you can utter a word. He speaks to you directly, aware of your intentions) There’s no need for fearmongering, and you know that! Haven’t I taken good care of you these past few days? I’ve fed you, clothed you, bathed you, and, of course… perfectly tended to your new fins! They’re healing quite beautifully...
Cronus: (Slurring) Who are you talking to…? (He finally turns his head, braving the lights’ harsh radiance through a brutal headache. When he sees you -- and then your “fins” -- his face contorts into an odd collection of abject relief; horror, sorrow, and revulsion). No… no, no, no, no, no! What happened to you!? Oh, God, I was so afraid, I thought… (he shudders) that I might never see you alive again, and… and now you’re hurt… what… who did that to you…?
You: (Shakily state that you knew he’d come for you. You’re sobbing quietly -- alongside a grim, throbbing heartache -- as you fully recognize just how much danger Cronus is now in).
Kankri: Alright, my dearests. As important as it is to verbally connect with our loved ones, and thoroughly examine all avenues of conversation and detail possible, in order to truly understand a situation and therefore maintain a valid and lasting opinion on any given topic -- I’m afraid I’ll have to stop you two for a moment.
Kankri: You see, Cronus. I know you’ve been dating each other for a while… you’ve told me all about your little relationship with them (he tilts his head toward you), and you seem happy… but I, too, enjoyed time with them -- before you did, actually… and during that time, and the past few days, we connected, more than I thought possible between any two respectively disparate beings! I know what’s inside my heart. I know it’s true, and good, and pure.
Cronus: (Catching on, despite his desire to believe anything else) What are you… talking about? You did this!? I thought that… that I was just being protective… taking a shot in the dark...
Kankri: (Continuing blithely) However, what you have with them… well, I’m sorry, Cronus, but it’s a falsehood. It’s not the same as what they and I share. I love them.
Cronus: (With his wits steadily returning to him in dire straits) So you... what? Ran them off the road? Kidnapped them!? That’s not love, Kankri! I thought you supported our relationship! You’re my moirail… how... how could you do this!?
Kankri: Precisely. I am your moirail, and therefore it is my personal responsibility -- and duty, in fact -- to inform you of the truth. You can’t possibly love them the way I do. Look at what I’ve done for them! They said they love the sea, and I gave them fins! The most powerful, symbolic freedom... I’ve given to them. Now, they’re closer to what they love than ever!
Cronus: You hurt them! Kankri, this is all wrong… it’s so wrong… (he turns to you) don’t worry, Baby, I’m gonna get outta here and go get help, I’m gonna get you out of --
Kankri: Though I do hate to interrupt you a second time, as interrupting a person is highly unprofessional -- and I am a professional, as you can clearly see -- I feel obligated to let you know that neither of you are in need of help from anyone but me. I know how to help you both, how to set things right… I know just what to do to free you two from this facsimile of a relationship. Then, all three of us can be happy together, in all the right ways; forever!
Kankri: You’ve always liked spending time in my hive, haven’t you, Cronus? Why shouldn’t you stay here with me, as my dear moirail, and you (he turns to you again) as my matesprit -- my one, true love…
Cronus: Kan… I’m in love with them… and… and you can stop all this right now, before (he swallows, dryly, eyes flickering to the various spectres of medical equipment surrounding him)... before it’s too late… before you do something you can’t take back!
You: (Fearfully whisper that you love him too. Kankri doesn’t hear you, but Cronus does).
Kankri: (Speaking softly, as if to a child in the throes of a small tantrum) You don’t love them, Cronus, you’re simply infatuated. They’ve seen true love in me, and in my actions. They’ve seen what’s inside my pump-biscuit -- ah, pardon, I don’t mean to use language that isn’t fully applicable to humans, and thereby alienate you both -- they’ve seen what’s in my heart… they haven’t seen what’s in yours. Not yet.
Kankri: Fortunately, they will! That will clear this all up nicely, and then we can move on with our new lives together! Just a moment…
He stands to tend an IV pole and pull a tray of cruel instruments toward Cronus. A standard ECG is positioned nearby. Kankri quickly patches several electrodes to Cronus’ arms, lower stomach, and legs. He conspicuously avoids the chest area.
Kankri: I’ve performed several autopsies before, but never on living subjects. Of course, this won’t exactly be a true autopsy, but I promise you, I’ll be as thorough as possible! (He smiles, as if to calm Cronus, who is struggling more fervently) Now, now… it’s alright. It’s just a little pinch -- deep breath in! (He expertly inserts the IV needle into Cronus’ forearm. The process is quick, and smooth, as Kankri’s had many opportunities to practice on you). Deep breath out!
Kankri: … And we’re done!
Cronus: (Still half disbelieving) Kan, please...
Kankri: Now, I don’t want you to think that I’m going to give you painkillers or sedation until after the procedure is complete. I’ll be monitoring your heart-rate with the ECG and my own eyes. Though, given the area I must dissect, I won’t be able to promise an accurate reading. There’s really no purpose in placing any electrodes directly on your chest, as they’ll simply be peeled away during the surgical process… still, I thought the gesture might be a comfort to you.
Kankri: (He lovingly sweeps Cronus’ hair back from his sweat-slicked brow) As I implied, you will be given a sedative and painkillers when I choose to sew you back up -- after they’ve seen, firsthand, what’s in your heart!
You: (Feverishly begging Kankri to stop, offering yourself forever if he’ll just spare Cronus).
Kankri: Don’t be absurd! We’ll all be together forever regardless, so there’s no point in you begging me to set him free. Besides, he’s in good hands. You should know by now that you can trust me to take care of my loved ones… here, let’s begin the procedure. That will set you both at ease.
Cronus: (Trying to retain dignity through his tearful panic) What about blood-loss, Kan? I… can’t stay with you both forever if I die of blood loss… right?
Kankri: Oh, my dear moirail, I’ve got that completely under control. The bags I have stored are your precise hue, not to worry. (Fetches a glimmering scalpel from the tray beside him) You know you both need to learn to trust me more, or we’ll just have to relive these same difficult experiences over and over and over again!
Kankri: Now, time for the first incision! This is so exciting, isn’t it?
Cronus tries to contain his screams as Kankri makes two large, initial deep slices. Blood gathers to the surface of each cut, extending from Cronus’ right and left shoulders. The thickish purple fluid dribbles down his sides, and greasily smears Kankri’s hands.
Kankri: My, you’re juicy, aren’t you? Fortunately, highbloods can handle far more physical tests like these than warmer-hued beings can. Ah, not to suggest that you aren’t human, Cronus -- just that you’re a special case!
You: (Crying out to Cronus, trying to soothe him against the intense pain. You tug desperately at your bindings, hoping to escape and find help. The braces around your ankles cause excruciating discomfort as they jostle each unhealed, mangled “fin.”)
Kankri: Time for another cut! This will be a long one. You’ll likely experience what feels like extreme heat as I run the knife down your navel. Don’t fret, I won’t cut too far down!
Cronus: (Delirious with the searing new torture, he speaks to you) Hey… hey… don’t cry… it’s okay, it’s going to be okay! I’m… (he breathes through his unintentional groans) not doing so bad… it’s not so bad…
Kankri: That’s the spirit! Now, I’m going to peel back the tissue, utilizing this scalpel (he snatches a new one from the tray and gazes at it fondly before turning back to Cronus), break a few of your ribs for the sake of visibility of the target organ, and, well… see what’s truly in your heart.
Cronus: (Trying to remain conscious) Oh, God… God… please…
Kankri: It’s not time to sleep yet!
You try to shatter your hands, and rip them from the cuffs, but it simply doesn’t work. No matter how hard you endeavour, you’re helpless to save Cronus. Still, you keep pulling and pulling at your restraints.
Kankri fulfills his threats. He shifts between callousness and utmost, loyal care as he strips Cronus’ of various membranous and muscular tissues. Then, peaceful and focused even within the chaotic din of your protesting screams and Cronus’ worst wails, Kankri uses a heavier instrument to snap four of his moirail’s ribs. Cronus is gripping his own cuffs now, trying to stay awake despite wanting, more than anything, to become oblivious.
Kankri: Wait… hush now. Something is wrong. (Blank; in shock).
Kankri: I can see everything… (he steps back from Cronus’ heaving, exposed viscera, and suddenly focuses all his attention on you).
You: (Strain to see Cronus, but with only a side-view, your comprehension of the most extreme damage is limited).
Kankri: Maybe it’s… oh, no… can you see it? You can... can’t you? I’ve made a mistake… (beginning to panic, he presses his hands against parted, lax lips, accidentally staining them an ominous purple).
You: (Shake your head. You don’t know what sort of sudden trance Kankri’s in, but you softly, slowly ask him to untie you. It’s as if you’re speaking gently to a deer, dying on the highway).
Kankri: (Nods, and steps toward you, unstrapping your wrist restraints) This wasn’t supposed to be the result… I didn’t know…
You: (Ask him what he’s talking about, distantly, as you realized Cronus’ cries have dimmed far too much).
Kankri: (On his knees, stunned, and very small) See for yourself. (He points toward Cronus, without turning his head even slightly).
You use your freed hands to release your twisted, oozing feet. Your struggles have reopened recent wounds. With trembling effort, you prop yourself on your knees until you can finally see all of Cronus.
You’ll never forget the sight of your boyfriend, carved open and violated in a manner too pure to be enacted with true malignancy. He’s still breathing, and his voice is reedy from screams that seems to echo in the air; haunting it. Haunting you.
Kankri: (Flatly) He’s not dead, is he?
You: (Mutter “no,” and prepare to fight Kankri off with all your, unfortunately, diminished strength if he pursues you. You’re sliding from the bed, tumbling and crawling…)
Cronus mumbles, in a trance not unlike Kankri’s, but you can’t make sense of his words. He sighs, and then all you hear is Kankri’s voice, following your slow, distressed ascent on the stairs.
Kankri: ...There was love in his heart, after all.
Desperate Measures
(Homestuck, Cronus Ampora x Listener SFW Gore Script).
***This script was written by the wonderful melodiousclockwork, and sent to me to be recorded as a commission~! The full script is beneath the readmore -- though this is a SFW script (with a SFW audio following behind it) please heed the warnings!!!
Summary: You're in a stable, romantic relationship with Cronus, who has recently found a way to finally live on Earth with you. Unfortunately, he can't pass off his appearance as "just a costume" forever, so to keep him safe, and under the radar, you both agree to make permanent alterations to his body.
Warnings: Fairly descriptive gore (horn related), sharp objects, swearing.
Desperate Measures (Cronus/Listener gore):
***Bigender Cronus, currently identifying as male, thus he/his/himself pronouns. This should not affect how he is voiced.
(On a version of Earth where trolls have no established colony yet, you and CRONUS are living together after he recently found his way here. The two of you have been communicating long before his arrival, and had become an item after some time. Seeing him before you had filled you with immense joy, but now you worry, realizing that he'd be a target the way he is now. You could pass off his alien appearance as a costume...but not for long. The two of you conclude that you must help him disguise himself as human for his own safety, leading the both of you to come up with a plan in your bedroom)
CRONUS: So I'm thinkin' we could use makeup to hide the whole gray skin thing. I could use nail polish to cover my natural nail color. No clue what we can do about my teeth.
(You inform him that some people have their teeth filed into points for cosmetic purposes)
CRONUS: Oh, okay! Yeah, that'll make things a little easier, since we could claim it was a cosmetic procedure. Now, I think it's about time we address the biggest issue. The things we can't really hide or explain away. Somethin's gotta be done about my horns, eyes, fins, and gills. Those would be the biggest giveaway and the hardest to hide convincingly.
(You mention sclera contacts as an option, mentioning that they aren't exactly easy to use or light on the wallet, but would be worth it if they'd help keep him safe)
CRONUS: Alright, there's that pretty much covered then, so long as we can find some appropriate ones. But what about the rest? As much as I hate to say it...I think my horns will need to be...
(You ask him what he thinks needs to be done, though you can already see where this is going)
CRONUS: (gulps) ...Removed. Permanently.
(Your heart sinks at the thought, and you are silent. Though you know it's probably the only option, his horns are one of your favorite of his physical features, and you can only imagine how painful removing them will be for him on all levels)
CRONUS: And my fins...might need to be altered or cut off. My gills will probably need to be...stitched shut. Maybe they could be passed off as scars from some sort of terrible accident, or maybe a run-in with some bad people. And I can't bleed at all in public...
(You're having a hard time accepting the likely necessity of such extreme permanent alterations, prompting you to state how there must be some other way, though you know your words are fueled by denial)
CRONUS: I know neither of us really wanna do this, but you said yourself that it's too dangerous for me to go around how I am now. What other choices do we have, realistically, if I'm gonna live here?
(You mention the lack of a dehorning tool; you aren't sure one of those would even work on CRONUS' magnificent set of horns, but it's still a concern)
CRONUS: What, you don't have a saw?
(You tell him that sounds like a terrible idea; you know you aren't comfortable with the thought, at least)
CRONUS: It probably is a terrible idea. But which is the worse idea: Sawing off my horns or suffering at the hands of some prick because I didn't?
(You acknowledge that he has a point, but then recall that you have no access to any type of anesthetic, voicing this concern to CRONUS)
CRONUS: (with unconvincing bravado) I'll deal with the pain. I'm tough.
(You fret over the possibility of fucking up; both of you know he can't be taken to the hospital if something goes awry)
CRONUS: (choking up) If I bleed out, at least I'll die in the arms of the person I love.
(You argue that he'd be dying because of you; you could never forgive yourself if you let the love of your life die)
CRONUS: I'd hope you could forgive yourself someday. I wouldn't blame you for my death. It would be an accident... (attempting to reassure you and himself) But hey, that's if it happens. It probably won't.
(You confess that you are afraid, since it's a very real possibility)
CRONUS: (voice low, thick with dread and anxiety) Babe...can we stop talkin' about dyin'? Let's just...work out how we're gonna do this. I don't think we need to talk about the risks, we already know them. At this point, bringing them up is just gonna make this harder on us both.
(You're silent for a moment before admitting he's right and apologizing. You tell him to head for the bathroom while you go grab a hacksaw from the garage)
CRONUS: (attempting to calm down) Alright, Cronus, you've got this. You can do this. Remember why you're gonna go through all this pain...
(CRONUS places a folded towel on the floor before lying down, his head on the towel)
CRONUS: (managing to regain some bravado) You're not just doing it for you. You're doing it for them. So you can be here with the one you love.
(CRONUS stops when he hears you coming up the stairs. You place a cooler to one side before you straddle his chest, pinning him and giving yourself some leverage. You take CRONUS' face in your hands and kiss him before moving his hair away from his horns in a last tender moment before picking up the hacksaw and grasping one horn, after which you place it as close to his skull as possible and ask if he's absolutely certain)
CRONUS: Not like I got much choice. Quit hesitatin', it ain't helpin'.
(You apologize and ask if he's ready)
CRONUS: Ready as I'll ever be, I guess.
(You nod, and express your love before lamenting the fact that you cannot make this any easier for him)
CRONUS: I love you too, it's okay. It's gonna be fine. I wouldn't trust anyone but you with this. Let's just get it over with, sweetheart.
(You nod again before steadying yourself. Once you're sure of your alignment, you begin moving the saw; at first, CRONUS is able to grit his teeth and bear it despite the saw in his sensitive horn base, but it isn't long before you strike nerves and he cries out in serious pain)
CRONUS: Oh God, this hurts SO MUCH WORSE THAN I THOUGHT!
(Your heart breaks for him. You try to calm him back down, shooshing him. You want to get a clean cut on the first shot, but he doesn't calm at all)
CRONUS: I'm tryin', babe, but it fucking hurts! That part of my horn is really fucking sensitive, and you're cutting through it with a fucking saw!
(You promise to make this as quick as possible, but remind him that it will take longer if he struggles; CRONUS' facade is completely broken by this point, and he is no longer able to hold back his agonized screams, nor his pained and terrified sobbing. You feel terrible that he's in such pain, but it doesn't take much longer to get through the first horn, and you set the detached horn aside before kissing CRONUS on the forehead. The tiny shred of comfort he feels quickly dies upon the saw touching his other horn)
CRONUS: (dread rising within him again) Oh no. Oh God nononono! I can't-
(It pains you to go through with this, but you know it must be done. You apologize and get back to work despite CRONUS' pleas. He screams again, fear overwhelming him even before you strike nerves again. You're suddenly nervous about anyone hearing him sobbing and crying out for fear of authorities getting called, so you implore him to keep his voice down or gag himself with a spare towel)
CRONUS: (on edge, angry) Well, excuse the FUCK outta me! What the hell ever, gimme the towel.
(You oblige, and he bites down onto it. His outbursts continue and only get worse as you saw through nerves, but at least now the neighbours shouldn't hear. You quickly get through the second horn as CRONUS begins to tire despite the pain.
You set the final horn down near the first before propping him against the wall, treating his wounds with the utmost care and attention. CRONUS settles down with your care as you shower him in affection during the process. Once you've disinfected the wounds, you grab an ice pack and a bottle of water from the cooler and a towel from the cabinet, then give him the water before holding pressure with the towel to stem the bleeding and the ice pack on top of that to try easing the pain.
Holding him close as you both lean against the wall and he drinks his water, you stroke his hair with your free hand as he helps you keep pressure on his horns. What were once an awe-inspiring set of horns have been reduced to nearly-level-with-Cronus'-skull stumps, making him look slightly closer to human, but...)
CRONUS: Keep 'em outta my sight.
(You inquire as to what he's referring to; there's a number of things you wouldn't want to see right now if you were him)
CRONUS: My horns. I don't trust myself to not throw up and instantly regret this if I see them off of my head and lyin' around right now.
(You place his horns in the cooler, effectively hiding them)
CRONUS: ...I'm sorry, babe. For all the yellin'. I'm sorry I got mean to you. Sorry I made things harder with my fussin'. You were just doin' what you could. Just doin' what you had to do.
(You shake your head, insisting he doesn't have to apologize as you can't blame him for reacting how he did, and telling him it's okay)
CRONUS: ...Babe?
(You acknowledge him)
CRONUS: Do you...do you still love me?
(You reassure him that you do)
CRONUS: (sighs in relief) Thank fuck for that.
(You get his attention)
CRONUS: Huh?
(You tell him how brave you think he is, since you can't imagine how painful this must have been, and must still be)
CRONUS: Hey, kitten?
(You respond)
CRONUS: I don't think I wanna do the rest of the modifications today. I think I just...wanna take it easy.
(You agree, seeing how stressful this ordeal has been for you both, and admitting that you have no idea what you'd do with his fins)
CRONUS: Ugh. I don't even wanna think about it right now.
(Neither do you. You ask him how he's feeling)
CRONUS: My head's killin' me, not as bad as it was, though. And I'm tired. But I think it's from stress, not blood loss.
(You suggest he try to stay awake, just in case. You ask him to keep you updated on his condition)
CRONUS: Will do. Love you, babe.
(You return his sentiment. The two of you relax and show affection to each other; you care for him for the duration of his recovery)
[END SCRIPT]
The Violet Lagoon (Cronkri SFW Intrigue)
Beneath the readmore is a FarmerHuman!Kankri X Wizard!Cronus script that was sent to me quite a while ago! It’s very well-written, and I have the author, Miriage to thank for it~!!! : D
Warnings: Mild cursing, nudity, embarrassment, bathing, sudden noises (animals in a forest type-deal).
The Violet Lagoon:
(The hot sun shines down on a solitary traveler named KANKRI VANTAS. His footsteps cause dead leaves to crunch from beneath him and the heat does nothing to help his already sour/bitter mood. Still, he persists through the forest with a goal in mind.)
KANKRI: Should be…. almost there by now. I mean, that’s what Porrim said at least. ‘Three days journey into the Forbidden Woods then keep walking till you come across a lagoon the shade of violet and the wizard’s house is only a day’s journey from there.’ Right? I-I think that’s what she meant under that blasted dark cloak of hers. No, I mean I know that’s what she meant.
(He looks around, nervously. A bird caws from above and Kankri can’t help but give a yelp.)
KANKRI: …I hope that’s what she meant. Oh, why didn’t I listen to Karkat and just send a falcon to this wizard person! No…Why did I ever let Meenah talk me into this! (Imitating Meenah) ‘It’s not like the wizard will listen to a coward like you Kankri! I doubt you’ll even make it to his house without being eaten Kankri! Just go back to the fields where you belong Kankri!’ (He groans) She’s right though, there is no guarantee that he’ll even listen to me let alone help us! He might just curse us into sea creatures instead! Or he’ll make us all his eternal slaves! Or he’ll just block out the sun and we’ll have rain until we sacrifice to him! Or he’ll…He’ll-!
(Kankri sighs)
KANKRI: No. Get a grip Kankri. This isn’t just to prove to Meenah you can do more than work a sickle in a field! This is for the sake of the village! Hundreds of lives are at stake! The fate of our continued survival is at stake! Our privileges as working people who need to exist are at stake! And if this Violet Sea Wizard can’t see that then I’ll just make him see or my name isn’t Kankri Vant-Ack!
(During his self-confidence building “self-speech” Kankri’s foot catches on an uprooted tree root and he suddenly finds himself tumbling downhill. He grunts and moans as his body crashes into dirt, stone, and miscellaneous twigs. More than one “Ouch!” and “Argh!” escapes out of him. Sometimes even a “Shit!” passes through his lips. Finally he stops tumbling and rolls to a painful stop.)
Kankri:….Ow…Fuck that hurt. (He picks himself up.) As if this day couldn’t become anymore unbearable. (Sighing, he tries in vain to brush the dirt and mud that caked his clothes after his fall.) …. Porrim’s going to throw a fit when she sees the state her clothes are in. I told her it was unnecessary for her to make me new clothes for this reason. Oh I’ll never hear the end of it when I see her again-
(A wolf cry suddenly cuts off Kankri’s mumbling. With a terrified gasp, Kankri’s body stiffens. He breathes heavily for a few seconds, still out of breath from his fall yet also listening out for any other wood “creatures.”)
Kankri: If I ever see her again…. Or Karkat…Or even Meenah! Oh gods I’m going to die out here aren’t I? I’m going to die and no ones even going to know that I’m dead! I’m going to die looking for a sea wizard who I don’t even know exists! I’m going to die. I’m going to die. I’m going to die. I’m going to-wait! Is that?
(Kankri’s eyes widen and he quickly picks himself up and runs, as best he could, to what he spotted. A grin breaks out on his face.)
Kankri (Still running):…. ‘A lagoon the shade of violet’….’A lagoon the shade of violet! Porrim was right! Oh gods and goddesses above I did it! I actually did it! I found the wizard! Well, kind of. I found the lagoon, but I’m also there! I can’t believe it! I’m almost there!
(Kankri stops running and he plops down in front of the lagoon. He can’t help but marvel the color of the water. It truly is a violet body of water.)
Kankri (amazed): How beautiful…. I never expected a forest as-as terrifying as this to have such hidden loveliness. Almost makes me wish I brought my paints with me. (He draws closer and dips his hand in the water.) It’s so cold and it feels so…nice somehow. Could this be the wizard’s doing?
(Kankri removes his hand and looks around. The sun is still beating down on him, his clothes are soiled, and he’s sweating horribly but he can’t help but feel proud of himself.)
Kankri: I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to rest here a little. I mean, I have a full day’s walking ahead of me until I find the wizard’s home so I might as well take a moment to regain my breath. (He wipes some sweat off his brow, relishing in the coolness that his water soaked hand offers him.)
(He looks at the water.)
Kankri: It is quite hot today though…. and it would be unbecoming of me to present myself to such a magical being in such a state as I am in now. So I suppose…It wouldn’t hurt if I just took a moment to…. cleanse myself.
(He looks around again, even though he knows he is alone in the woods. Cautiously he pulls off his shirt, folds it neatly, and places it on top of a nearby rock. He stops however, pausing at his pants.)
Kankri (quietly): There’s no one here Kankri. This is nothing like bathing behind the barns where anyone passing by can see you. This is just you and you alone. (He takes a deep breath) Okay.
(He slips off his pants and underwear. Naked, he carefully walks into the waters.)
Kankri (Sighing): C-cold. So cold. If only we could get water this cold back at home. Might as well enjoy it while I can.
(He continues walking in until he’s partly submerged. Gulping in some air, he dunks his head under the water with a splash. He emerges and shakes his hair out.)
Kankri: Ah. That’s better.
(There are splashing sounds as Kankri washes away the dirt from his past few days of walking. Distractedly, he hums slightly to himself, enjoying the way the ice cold water cools his body temperature down. He sighs contentedly, wading back to more shallow water.)
(However… He fails to hear/notice footsteps approaching.)
???: Hey! Who’s there?
(With a gasp, Kankri turns around his eyes going wide. He’s met with the equally surprised gaze of a figure wearing a violet cloak. The stranger’s breath hitches as he gazes at the naked figure in front of him, any words dying in his mouth as his eyes travel up and down Kankri’s exposed body.)
??? (Chuckles nervously): Uh…. Hi there stranger?
(With an embarrassed cry Kankri stumbles back into the water, falling down with a splash. He raises himself to sitting position, covering himself with the violet waters and his hands as best he could, his face blushing.)
Kankri (Embarrassed): I-uh-well I um….
(Birds chirp in the distant as the stranger continues to stare at Kankri. There’s a long, long pause between the two as the stranger stares and stares and stares at Kankri. Eventually, Kankri’s embarrassment and the stranger’s stare triggers something in Kankri.)
Kankri (Angrily): Excuse me but if you would be so kind as to turn around that would be highly appreciated! In fact, I find it quite triggering that you find my embarrassment so entertaining! S-so if you would oh so kindly leave then I would very much-!
???: Whoa whoa hey take it easy chief! I ain’t laughing or anything it’s just…. It’s just been a while since I had any visitors who were well, human. Usually it’s just me and the crows. And the wolves. And the occasional rogue wind spirit or dragon.
(Kankri refuses to look at him, still stewing in his humiliation. The stranger laughs nervously.)
Cronus: Gosh, well…. I guess I’m supposed introduce myself or somefin? My name’s Cronus and I guess I live around here. What’s your name chief?
(Kankri remains silent, refusing to speak.)
Cronus: Come on, you can tell me. I don’t bite.
Kankri: …..Kankri. My name is Kankri.
Cronus: Nice name ya got there Kan. So uh, why are ya naked in my waters? Wait, better question is why are you even in these woods anyway? Humans don’t usually come to these parts just to skinny dip.
Kankri (snapping): For your information Cronus, I do not make it a habit of mine to explore dark forests in my birthday suit. I am actually on an important task to find someone and I was simply just…. taking a rest.
Cronus: In my waters?
Kankri (angrily): I was taking a bath!
Cronus (Realizing he overstepped some boundaries): Oh. Sorry for interrupting then. I mean, didn’t mean to uh, what did you call it again? ‘Trigger’ you? I’ll leave if you want me to.
(Cronus begins to leave but as he turns around another wolf cry can be heard in the distant. Kankri gasps in fright.)
Kankri: No wait! (Cronus stops, confused at the change in tone in Kankri’s voice) I…. I apologize for snapping at you. It’s just you should be aware that this…situation for me is quite embarrassing and it’s just…. I just…. Never expected someone else to be here.
Cronus: So you want me to stay?
(Kankri pauses)
Kankri: No? Yes? It’s been sometime since I’ve last seen someone and this isn’t how I’d picture my encounter with another to go. Nor is this the setting in which I pictured my encounter to go.
Cronus: The setting? Wait don’t tell me, are you scared or something?
Kankri (Quietly): Or something.
Cronus: Ah.
(Cronus looks at Kankri. Despite his earlier harsh tone, the young male in front of him doesn’t exactly look like the picture of evil. Walking towards the edge of the water, Cronus sits down and pointedly stares at a tree in the distant and not at the naked man in his waters.)
Cronus: How about this? Is this acceptable to you Kankri?
Kankri: I suppose it will be fine for now. But you must realize that when I choose to exit from these waters that you must turn away. I’m not exactly a fan of people witnessing my indecency and just because you are not looking at me does not make this any less shameful for me.
Cronus (chuckling): You got it chief. Oh I think I said this before but these aren’t just ‘waters.’ These are my waters.
Kankri: I beg your pardon?
Cronus: My waters. This ain’t exactly like the other lagoons in the forest if you haven’t noticed. Not all scummy and icky with dead stuff floating in it and shit. I claimed this beauty centuries ago so I make sure to keep it nice, clean, and cold. Not to mention violet.
Kankri: Centuries? Wait, what do you mean by ‘centuries?’
Cronus: I mean that a long, long, long time ago I decided that this place would be where I go to when I’m tired. It’s not just humans who need ‘baths’ Kan. Magical beings need to recharge too.
Kankri (Confused): Magical beings? Recharge? Wait…. (Kankri’s eyes widen) Violet waters? Y-you don’t mean to tell me that you…. that you’re… (Kankri pauses in shock) Are you the Violet Sea Wizard?!
Cronus (In a tone of annoyance): Is that what the humans are calling me these days? Geez, what a long title. Seriously can’t they just call me by my name? It’s like two words shorter than that tongue twister of a title. And what’s with this ‘sea’ nonsense. Does this lagoon look like a large expanse of salt water to ya?
Kankri: Oh gods and goddess, you are aren’t you? I uh…oh fuck! (Splashing can be heard as Kankri tries to cover himself more) I am so sorry I disrespected you and your waters sir Violet Sea Wizard! I didn’t know and-Oh gods you’re going to kill me aren’t you? Or curse me? I am so sorry I’ll just- If you give me a second to-!
(Kankri moves to get up only to find the water pulling him back down. He falls with a yelp.)
Cronus: Whoa hey chief I ain’t mad! Like I said, it’s been a long time since I had any human visitors so I’m not gonna kill you for just taking a dip in my waters. Besides, it’s not like you knew I was the ‘Violet Wizard’ or whatever so no harm done.
Kankri (bemoaning his predicament): I still can’t believe I…. In your waters no less…
Cronus (chuckling): Hey if it helps, you have nothing to be ashamed of. If anything I should be stuttering over you. You have a really nice body after all.
Kankri (blushing): I don’t know whether to apologize more or hit you over the head.
Cronus: Just trying to lighten the mood here. (He smiles) So I guess, that important ‘task’ of yours of finding ‘someone’…. That’s me ain’t it?
Kankri: Yes, you would be correct Cronus.
Cronus: So…. now what? Mission accomplished? You get to go back home a hero or do you have a message for me or somefin?
Kankri: I do actually. Have a message I mean. (Kankri takes a deep breath) You see Cronus…. my village is currently in midst of a horrible drought. The wells have dried up, the river is now a stream, and our soil is so dry is feels like sand. We are almost at our wits end so we were hoping that you would maybe possibly…. help us. I-I know that you are quite busy, but the lives of hundreds are on the line here. Men, women, and children who all deserve to live could be dying as we speak. They deserve to live and…. and I…. I am begging you…Please save my village Cronus.
Cronus: I see. That does sound like a pretty big problem Kankri. (Cronus pauses for a few seconds before he speaks in a cheerful voice) Okay, I’ll help.
Kankri: I know this is coming out of the blue for you Cronus but please- Wait (Kankri looks at him surprised)….What?
Cronus: I said I’ll help. It sounds like you guys don’t have a lot of options and I don’t like the idea of people dying without water. (Cronus shudders at the thought.)
Kankri (amazed): You will? You’ll really help us?!
Cronus (nodding): Yup.
Kankri: T-thank you…. Thank you so much Cronus! (Happiness bubbles into Kankri’s voice as he speaks) Oh you have no idea what this means to us and to me! Our village is saved! Of course we’ll also repay you once we can harvest again. My farm grows the best cherries and once we have water we can-!
Cronus: No, that’s all right Kan. I actually get all my energy from my waters so I wouldn’t want you to waste all your hard work on someone who can’t appreciate it as much.
Kankri (a little disappointed): Oh. Well, I still feel like I should repay you someway. A-are you sure there is nothing you want?
Cronus (hesitantly): Well…If I was being truthful. I kinda wanna talk more with this human who showed up naked in my waters. (Cronus grins) And I kinda wanna get to know him better.
Kankri (surprised): Really?….That’s all you want? You’ll save my entire village in exchange for getting to know me better?
Cronus: Yeah. I wanna know more about you Kan. I mean here you are, this brave guy who just waltzed into the Forbidden Woods, bathed in my waters, and yelled at me just so he could tell me to save his home town.
Kankri (blushing): Well…if that’s really all you desire….Then fine. I accept your terms Cronus.
Cronus: Great! So uh, (Cronus looks to his feet and notices Kankri’s clothes) Wait, Kankri are these your clothes?
Kankri: Yes. Though I do suppose at this point it’s more accurate to call them the remains of my clothes.
Cronus: They sure look torn up. Don’t know how much longer you’ll be able to wear them. (He examines them then looks back at Kankri) Hey I know, why don’t we go back to my house and I can lend you some of my clothes. It’s the least I could do after I…. y’know….saw. Here you can wear my cloak for now and I’ll uh, won’t look.
(Taking off his cloak, Cronus covers his eyes and extends the article of clothing out to Kankri. There’s a splashing noise as Kankri approaches Cronus and quickly takes the cloak. There’s a flurry of movement as Kankri wraps the violet garment around his body and hugs it close.)
Kankri: Thanks Cronus. You can look now.
Cronus: (uncovering his eyes) You’re welcome Kan. (He stands up and scoops up Kankri’s clothes) Here, maybe I can use some of my magic to fix your clothes once we’re back home. Come on, watch your step and follow me.
(Extending his arm out to Kankri, Cronus grins nervously down at the other. Kankri takes his arm, careful to hold the cloak against his body. They walk in silence for a few steps, leaves crunching underfoot.)
Kankri: Cronus?
Cronus: Yeah?
Kankri: Thanks…again
Cronus: No problem. (He chuckles) You know Kankri, usually people just send a falcon to ask me questions but I have to admit I enjoy this…‘one on one’ contact more.
Kankri: Oh now you tell me about the falcon.
