>Svedka would've loved to go to the ball with Marshi, unfortunately he was asked to help look over the club while Ghoore went with his mate instead. It's fine. There's always next year, right?
>The lack of formal ball doesn't mean Svedka didn't put on some slow music and turned down the lights after the club closed down for the night, he's a sucker for romantics. A slow dance and a kiss under twinkling lights in the breakroom is better than nothing, and makes for a cute story to tell later <3
📣 MEGAPHONE - how loud are they? what do they speak like? got a voice claim?
He tends to be loud because most of his time is spent in a nightclub, so he has trouble maintaining inside vs outside voice in other environments, like being too loud in a normal situation or being too quiet to overcompensate.
He has a THICK Russian accent, and i imagine his actual voice to sound similar to Cobra Starship.
🕷️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?
His biggest fear rn is not living up to Ghoore's expectations of him, which, there aren't many so it can be considered irrational. Like with other victims of Ghoore(Jinnai, etc), he's the center of Svedka's life. Only recently is he branching past that by starting a relationship with Marshi.
He used to be afraid of Ghoore getting bored of him which kinda did happen once Jin came around. He spent a long time trying to win back Ghoore's affection only to be met with a cold shoulder. He's long made peace with that though and he's fine just being a friend of Ghoore.
💚 GREEN HEART - what things make your oc feel comforted? hugs, kisses, food?
Used to be Ghoore, now its Marshi <3 Her warm hugs and also the hot cocoa she makes... just being around her relaxes him snfsnf
Svetos, long before he would adopt the working name 'Svedka', was Ghoore's companion for this rainy night. He had picked him up at a bar in a car with tinted windows. A promise of drink and a thick stack of caeger bills made most men hop into the car without a second thought. Svetos was no exception, though he would've gotten into the car free of charge to get out of the rain. Water drenched his faux fur coat and stuck blond strands of hair to his face, making him look something akin to a pomeranian fresh out of a bath.
Ghoore didn't need to buy sex. He had plenty of willing men at his fingertips but a whirlwind of excess and indulgence encapsulated him, giving a deep craving for new experiences. Newfound freedom and access to money quickly got to his head once he started working for Visale. He recalled being warned of this, but was it really such a bad thing?
He had control of himself, of course he did.
The experience was disappointing, the effeminate man much too touchy and affectionate for his tastes. As soon as he was sure his guest was asleep, he left Svetos alone in bed to sleep off the tequila and gin tucked in heavy blankets. He'd call a cab in the morning for him, that was the plan at least. That was before he turned on the television in the living room and made himself comfortable on the couch. That was before he heard the soft sound of bare feet on the carpet creaking the floorboards beneath. Unbeknownst to either of them at the time, the next time Svetos would see the lights of the bustling city up close was in 8 months and 3 days.
"Heyyy hot stuff~ come back to bed… I'm so lonely…" The bleach blond figure creeped up from the corners of his vision and climbed into his lap, a whip of thunder cracking above as a warm hand ran up his chest and cradled his bearded face; Lips smeared with scarlet pressed themselves to his neck, the closeness filling his nose with the smell of cheap liquor, vanilla, melted hairspray, sex and sweat. His hair was still damp from the minutes he spent outside before getting into Ghoore's car.
"Not now." He dismissed the cerulean with a shove, sending him to the carpet at his feet with a cushioned thud. Purple eyes remained transfixed on the television.
That didn't stop manicured hands from climbing up his legs like ivy, nails digging into his thighs as he pulled himself upward and situated himself between his legs.
"C'mon kitty… play with me again…" Svetos pouted, batting his long lashes hoping he could be the center of Ghoore's attention once more. A throaty growl and a hostile flick of his tail was permission to proceed, Svetos thought, a misjudgement brought on by more than a few too many drinks.
Ghoore's reaction was unconcious.
His hand was firm around the thin neck of the other, pulse quickening under his fingertips as he squeezed and yanked him upward. Pale legs flailed to plant themselves on some sort of solid ground, blue claws raked down the hairy arm of the assailant. The body they belonged to twisted, writhed, all were attempts to escape the iron lock of Ghoore's hand.
"Play with you? Are you some sort of toy?" Tuffed ears flicked upward in renewed intrest. Even in his inebriated state Svetos knew he had the spotlight once more. Now he had to keep it. He needed it. He felt Ghoore's disappointment before he drifted to sleep, and the discomfort and unfamiliarity made him wake easy.
So he nodded, eyebrows knitting together and lips smeared with scarlet opening to gasp for air, cerulean eyes becoming glossy with tears but the expression salacious.
"Are you my toy?"
"Yes!" Svedka was brought back to the present by a tug on his arm, eyes meeting bright bronze ones instead of purple ones illuminated by lightning strikes, "Sorry... What was the question?"
"I asked you how you and Ghoore met! C'mon, Svedy, keep up!" Marshi teased, smile bright like the marshmallows floating in her mug of cocoa. Like the marshmallows as well, Svedka felt himself melting into the dark warmth of the memory.
"We met at a bar, a long time ago... Ghoore remembers that night much better than me."
