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- terra e: tony asuka,
- tsubasa reservoir chronicle: subaru
THE ADVOCATE ORACLE - A RIP VAN WINKLE IN TIME
Sweet dreams are made of Bliss
As the twilight falls, and bearers begin to tuck in for their evenings on the night of the 15th of March (OOC time) and whether they tuck themselves into bed fully, or simply drift away in the middle of their dinner, work, indulgences, or what have you; bearers will fall into a deep, deep sleep. Perhaps you slump in your chair, or you wrap your arms around a teddy bear, or partner, or cup a precious shard in your sleep, it doesn’t matter, because as you drift away, into a sleep that seems to tug you under like the undertow itself, a question will echo in bearer’s minds: “If given the choice, would you show compassion in the face of adversity?”
It sticks with you, even as you fall into a dreamless sleep. As if it rotates in your mind, over and over, letting you worm over that. You know for certain what it is, that it is the calming, soothing voice of the Oracle, reaching out to you across the ether, telling you – promise you – that if you accept its promise, you will find that the Oracle could be in your hands. That thought leads you to dream of something else – of home, or your loved ones – of what you are fighting this war for. Even as you dream, you feel a presence next to you, and unlike the Harbinger’s winding, rough digging, this is more akin to a friend, who is asking you soft, coaxing questions. Things like: what was your childhood like? What were your friends like? What did you do? You cannot help but think of them, think of your home and your loved ones. Of where you came from, and how it made you what you are.
The advocate seeks to understand you, and where you come from. You can feel it, that overwhelming Acceptance and love from it, even as you reminisce, compelled to answer the multitude of questions, you can feel something building behind you, around you. “Don’t you want them all to understand this?” the impression is given through communion, and you cannot help but answer: yes.
It sticks with you, even as you fall into a dreamless sleep. As if it rotates in your mind, over and over, letting you worm over that. You know for certain what it is, that it is the calming, soothing voice of the Oracle, reaching out to you across the ether, telling you – promise you – that if you accept its promise, you will find that the Oracle could be in your hands. That thought leads you to dream of something else – of home, or your loved ones – of what you are fighting this war for. Even as you dream, you feel a presence next to you, and unlike the Harbinger’s winding, rough digging, this is more akin to a friend, who is asking you soft, coaxing questions. Things like: what was your childhood like? What were your friends like? What did you do? You cannot help but think of them, think of your home and your loved ones. Of where you came from, and how it made you what you are.
The advocate seeks to understand you, and where you come from. You can feel it, that overwhelming Acceptance and love from it, even as you reminisce, compelled to answer the multitude of questions, you can feel something building behind you, around you. “Don’t you want them all to understand this?” the impression is given through communion, and you cannot help but answer: yes.
Click your Heels together, Dorothy!
As you awake for the first time, it’s alien, the world that meets you. New smells fill your nostrils, new sights, the gravity is perhaps different than you’ve gotten used to on Kenos, even those slight shifts enough to make the world feel wholly different. You remember the advocate’s words, and it wants you to feel what it feels. Understanding. Compassion, and perhaps there is a sense that doing so would hurt yourself in turn, if you understood too much. That is the advocate’s way, after all, isn’t it?
You feel an inexorable, slight tug in your chest. Something subtle and gentle, the slightest of sensations, that gives you a direction. You know it, your mind only just now comprehending the advocate’s confusing impressions via communion, that there is something of this world’s… Soul/center/heart or whatever word you want to use for it. Something about this world that will help you along your path, and help you with the results you so desire. You know it will not guarantee a victory, but surely it will help. Especially as your numbers dwindle from world to world. You are left with an impression from the Advocate -- if you die, they cannot bring you back. There is apology in this, but alone, one oracle is limited. Only united, can they truly change your fate.
The lingering presence of the advocate starts to fade. You know this is a bearer’s world, if not your own. You look around, to see perhaps a familiar face nearby? Or perhaps you are alone. Does it matter? You know that this place belongs to a bearer, but whether they are a friend or an enemy, one has to begin to determine that. You’ll need your wits, you’ll need your strength and resolve to make it to the end of this, won’t you?
After all, as bearers were recently reminded: this is War. This is not simply the fate of this world, but perhaps all, as it will require you to find the answer to this question. So you start to move, you start to look around, explore, and search. For the soul of each world, for the bearers that lie dreaming within, and your foes that will seek you out. Stay steadfast, for the way out will come, if you make it to the end. The longer you spend in each world, however, the more the shadows look darker, and deeper. Hungrier. The more the spaces seem smaller or compressed. As if there is something gnawing away at the sides, making their way to the heart.
You feel an inexorable, slight tug in your chest. Something subtle and gentle, the slightest of sensations, that gives you a direction. You know it, your mind only just now comprehending the advocate’s confusing impressions via communion, that there is something of this world’s… Soul/center/heart or whatever word you want to use for it. Something about this world that will help you along your path, and help you with the results you so desire. You know it will not guarantee a victory, but surely it will help. Especially as your numbers dwindle from world to world. You are left with an impression from the Advocate -- if you die, they cannot bring you back. There is apology in this, but alone, one oracle is limited. Only united, can they truly change your fate.
The lingering presence of the advocate starts to fade. You know this is a bearer’s world, if not your own. You look around, to see perhaps a familiar face nearby? Or perhaps you are alone. Does it matter? You know that this place belongs to a bearer, but whether they are a friend or an enemy, one has to begin to determine that. You’ll need your wits, you’ll need your strength and resolve to make it to the end of this, won’t you?
After all, as bearers were recently reminded: this is War. This is not simply the fate of this world, but perhaps all, as it will require you to find the answer to this question. So you start to move, you start to look around, explore, and search. For the soul of each world, for the bearers that lie dreaming within, and your foes that will seek you out. Stay steadfast, for the way out will come, if you make it to the end. The longer you spend in each world, however, the more the shadows look darker, and deeper. Hungrier. The more the spaces seem smaller or compressed. As if there is something gnawing away at the sides, making their way to the heart.
Around the world in 60 seconds 12 hours
When you find yourself at the end, when you close your eyes – only a blink, but it hangs, as if the momentary motion is enough to suspend you into a suspended space before. You can see the two options stretched out before you – metaphysically – the impression of it. A long, long shadow cast over one. As if there is a presence hovering over and above, like waiting jaws, ready to strike. In the other, there remains…nothing. It is not pleasant, it is not comforting, it simply… is. A sense that there is now a lack of anything, almost like it had never existed before.
Does this world have value? You can feel the Advocate ask. Do you want to give them a chance to live? Or does should this world cease, is there nothing here to save?
And though you are compelled, required to answer, you know this question for what it is. Short-sighted. Both, in the end, will lead to its destruction, but which will you choose? Will you allow the world to continue, even with that long shadow cast, like a hungry beast with snapping jaws; or will you erase it from existence and spare it that oncoming apocalypse?
Does this world have value? You can feel the Advocate ask. Do you want to give them a chance to live? Or does should this world cease, is there nothing here to save?
And though you are compelled, required to answer, you know this question for what it is. Short-sighted. Both, in the end, will lead to its destruction, but which will you choose? Will you allow the world to continue, even with that long shadow cast, like a hungry beast with snapping jaws; or will you erase it from existence and spare it that oncoming apocalypse?
Catch [???] Winks
The last world’s fate decided, bearers float in an endless sea of stars. You can see them all, spread before you. Intermittently, they wink out, swallowed into the darkness, consumed as the shadows, that inky-black nothingness grows ever-larger. It looks upon you, bearers. It is nothing, but you have its attention, and your blood runs cold, your limbs frozen. You cannot move, you cannot speak, you cannot breathe. You feel it, the power of being drawn into it, like it wants to consume you. Like it knows you.
T̸̢̼̯͓̬̘́̀̋̆͊h̷͔̣̱̝͍̬̣͕̄̂͗̆͒͌͜ͅẹ̶̱̩̅͒̿̇͠ ̵̭̹͇͖̔̀ṃ̸̢̧͙̟̼̜͌͆̍͝͝ͅo̴̟̞̓̆̇̐̆͊̽͆̂̀r̶͈̺̮̠͙̗͌ę̸̤̻̈́͐͂̓̊͐̂͆ ̵̡̛͎̩̳̤͔͚̱̼̆̒̓y̴̺̞̹̺̝̤͂ǫ̷̡̣̱̥͊̈́̓͑̕͘ű̵̼͜͜ ̶̨̨̝̟̘̱͇̲̻̪̊͂̽̈̒͊f̴̱̐͌̌̓̋̔́̀͝i̶͖̤͎̬̝̦͒̂g̸̳̰̟̀̓̽̈́̐h̸̼͍̮͎̊̅͗͊̈͋̽̀͘t̴͔͚́̓,̷̨̧̱̠̙̠̙̱̒̍̽̾ ̷̖̰̼̬̟͐̊̂t̶̖̄͂̅̃̍͐̊̑̅͜͝h̴̢̛͙̪̞̫̝̺̋̅̿͛̇̚͝͝ͅͅȩ̶͉̤͍̠́̈͑̏͋̚͘͝ ̸̢̨̧͚̖̤̪̬̪̀̉̐͗̂͆͑̚̕̚c̴̠̩̳͎̲̪͔̟̈́͂̉͑́l̶̡̲̻̣̘̏́ͅo̶̢̧͔͈̬̳̰͈̝̻͌̋̆̃͒͗̏͘ş̴̪̺̣̥̎̽̿͗̒́͛̕̚̚e̴̺͍̤͖͂̇͑͂̋͂̆̾r̴̨̩̈́͋͠ ̷̧͚̲̩̖̋͒̉́͗y̶̘̖̝̑̈͊ǒ̵͚̽u̵͎͍̇̀̏̊̕͝ŕ̷͎̜̘͙̀̋ ̶͇̲̝̞̖̝̣̘̝̬͋d̷͔͈͔̀̿õ̴̝̯͇̹̘̏͗͜ö̵͚͓͆m̵͉̦̫̥̦̞̫͐̆͐̿͊͒͌͋͜.̷̼͈̻̥̜̾̏͐̾̐͆͘͜
You gasp, as you startle awake, and open your eyes for the first time in a long time.
T̸̢̼̯͓̬̘́̀̋̆͊h̷͔̣̱̝͍̬̣͕̄̂͗̆͒͌͜ͅẹ̶̱̩̅͒̿̇͠ ̵̭̹͇͖̔̀ṃ̸̢̧͙̟̼̜͌͆̍͝͝ͅo̴̟̞̓̆̇̐̆͊̽͆̂̀r̶͈̺̮̠͙̗͌ę̸̤̻̈́͐͂̓̊͐̂͆ ̵̡̛͎̩̳̤͔͚̱̼̆̒̓y̴̺̞̹̺̝̤͂ǫ̷̡̣̱̥͊̈́̓͑̕͘ű̵̼͜͜ ̶̨̨̝̟̘̱͇̲̻̪̊͂̽̈̒͊f̴̱̐͌̌̓̋̔́̀͝i̶͖̤͎̬̝̦͒̂g̸̳̰̟̀̓̽̈́̐h̸̼͍̮͎̊̅͗͊̈͋̽̀͘t̴͔͚́̓,̷̨̧̱̠̙̠̙̱̒̍̽̾ ̷̖̰̼̬̟͐̊̂t̶̖̄͂̅̃̍͐̊̑̅͜͝h̴̢̛͙̪̞̫̝̺̋̅̿͛̇̚͝͝ͅͅȩ̶͉̤͍̠́̈͑̏͋̚͘͝ ̸̢̨̧͚̖̤̪̬̪̀̉̐͗̂͆͑̚̕̚c̴̠̩̳͎̲̪͔̟̈́͂̉͑́l̶̡̲̻̣̘̏́ͅo̶̢̧͔͈̬̳̰͈̝̻͌̋̆̃͒͗̏͘ş̴̪̺̣̥̎̽̿͗̒́͛̕̚̚e̴̺͍̤͖͂̇͑͂̋͂̆̾r̴̨̩̈́͋͠ ̷̧͚̲̩̖̋͒̉́͗y̶̘̖̝̑̈͊ǒ̵͚̽u̵͎͍̇̀̏̊̕͝ŕ̷͎̜̘͙̀̋ ̶͇̲̝̞̖̝̣̘̝̬͋d̷͔͈͔̀̿õ̴̝̯͇̹̘̏͗͜ö̵͚͓͆m̵͉̦̫̥̦̞̫͐̆͐̿͊͒͌͋͜.̷̼͈̻̥̜̾̏͐̾̐͆͘͜
You gasp, as you startle awake, and open your eyes for the first time in a long time.
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That’s just for fun, though. He’s much more interested in this room. He raises a curious eyebrow at the pool and the decor, but his attention turns to that figure in the dark more immediately. He doesn’t think Raphael would lead him into a trap, but you can never be too careful and cautious with their kind. ]
It is a lovely home. I am struck yet again with how our tastes match so.
[ Though considering some of the details of this room… He laughs gently and takes a step forward into Raphael’s personal space. ]
Though perhaps not here. This seems a special sanctum of yours, yes?
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[ It is said with a measure of pride, and he has entertained others here before, of course. Some have even enjoyed Haarlep if they so wished. The creature may have been a... "gift" from his father — ie: spy, he knows better — but comings and goings are information that can be manipulated as he saw fit. Raphael, of course, did not really know the meaning of the word shame, and thus had not even thought to conceal the figure in the back of the room. ]
It is where I entertain, and of course am entertained — [ He offered a laugh. ] — One of the places, I suppose. Perhaps I shall show you my prison, next.
[ Raphael had all of the pride of a child showing off all the cool things in his room, though a touch more restrained than that
His eyes followed Sebastian's, toward the shadow, and his smile was a touch more restrained, after all, he was a devil. He could infer where Sebastian's mind went to: ] Ah, perhaps you would like to meet Haarlep? Another of the fixtures within my manor, though he does not often leave the boudoir.
[ He should sound more ashamed than he is. ]
1/2
However, when Raphael continues and names the shadow, there’s a moment where the name strikes him as odd, since it’s unusual, but.
Then he gets it. ]
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It is a pleasure to meet you, Haarlep.
[ Sebastian gives him a charming smile of introduction, but then his attention is caught by what Haarlep holds. With a little “oh”, he laughs and turns his attention back to Raphael. ]
I do not suppose you could simply ask him nicely?
[ He knows that’s ridiculous, which is why it’s a joke. If his impression is right, Raphael could simply demand it. But also… If his impression is truly right, then Haarlep would refuse in a very particular way. ]
😑
No, I think...
[ Asking is the last thing he would do, but Raphael isn't going to say it and damn himself further. After all, Haarlep was just as perceptive as any devil, if not moreso, given his proclivities. Raphael doesn't even have to finish, because the Incubus seems to slip it with a sleight of hand, somewhere else on their person before they shift to all fours, half to move forward on the bed, half to show off for the new sight. Since, after all, Haarlep was way more interested in other people than Raphael — though Raphael had his own... interests.
'What a curious visitor you have brought me, Master,' Haarlep purrs from the bed in Raphael's voice, and Raphael's face, though his demonic one and not the human one Raphael wore now. ]
Do you find him interesting?
[ Raphael asks, though he could be addressing either of them. ]
rude that I would keep this thread from myself honestly
I do, certainly.
[ He steps closer to the bed, and Haarlep will at least see the nuances of Sebastian’s gaze even if Raphael doesn’t. He’s appraising Haarlep openly, but not in a lecherous way in the slightest. He’s assessing the power dynamic here, because no matter what, he’s certain that it’s interesting, indeed. Haarlep he may not know, but he does know Raphael. So.
He takes a seat on the edge of the bed near Haarlep. He gives the incubus a knowing, mischievous look, then turns his attention back to Raphael. ]
Why, Raphael… I am beginning to think you may have brought me here for untoward reasons.
[ That’s practically a joke, considering, uh, everything. But he shifts as he crosses his legs and cants his head lightly, and it’s all the subtle gestures of posing himself just as alluringly as Haarlep does, but with the prim, proper (dominating) character that exemplifies Sebastian. ]
We have, oh… eleven hours or so? Will that be enough time?
im so glad we have this
Haarlip leaned close to Sebastian, perhaps a bit presumptive, but when Sebastian listed the amount of time, his lips curled impishly, as he leaned forward, and placed a hand against Sebastian's shoulder, leaning over him slightly, before he murmured in his ear: 'as if he needs a fraction of that,'
The devil practically deposited himself into Sebastian's lap, somehow expecting that the demon would be able to handle his bulk, before he pressed a hand to Sebastian's cheek, as if studying it.
Raphael, of course, was not going to acknowledge any flaws he may have in the bedroom, speed or otherwise, and only looked at Haarlep who was pawing at Sebastian like he was a new curiosity with a modicum of annoyance.
Something else too, though Sebastian didn't have to guess at that one. He approached, though he had not quite breached the barrier between he, and these two. One might mistake it for shyness, but Raphael was not shy, but what he was... well. He did not oft initiate beyond a request. ]
I should think we would have a grand experience with the time we are given. I certainly have no need to hunt down whatever else rests in this realm. [ If Haarlep had opinions about this, he said nothing. ]
In fact, it may be more enjoyable than watching the lot of them scurry around the premises, likely destroying everything in their wake, don't you think?
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He puts one hand on Haarlep’s waist and leans back a bit on the other. Is it solely to give Raphael a better view? Absolutely. His version of hell might not have the sort of subdivisions of incubi/succubi versus other demons, or anything else, but he’s certainly been accused of being one before. When his preferences lean so heavily towards drawing desire out of people, the carnal sort is the easiest. For now, he just preens under Haarlep’s attention. Haarlep can see and feel all of the precisely considered features that Sebastian has chosen, and it paints a nice picture for Raphael all the while. ]
Oh, for you, certainly. With my apologies, I would have to take some humor at such destructive tendencies.
[ Like. It’s just funny. Sorry, Raphael (he is not sorry). Sebastian gives Raphael a purposeful glance, then smiles as he kisses into Haarlep’s palm. It’s practically gentlemanly, but it’s that very contrast that Sebastian tends to find funny. ]
You are not even interested in the lovely gem that Haarlep has?
[ His gaze returns to Haarlep, and it’s cool and confident. He has an good guess of the dynamic between the two, considering… And he thinks it would be a funny chance for Haarlep to perhaps push his master in ways he might usually not. Would Raphael really object when he had such company? ]
I am sure we can be convincing.
cw: we're already nsfw and it's not even Raphael doing it
Their black eyes shifted to Raphael, before they adjusted on Sebastian's lap, moving to settle into it. Tucked away in the lining of his getup, pressed against Sebastain would be not only his cock, but next to it was Raphael's shard, kept out of view entirely. His tail wound around Sebastian's leg mock affectionately, and Raphael...
His jaw tightened, because there was something worse happening here. He was not being paid attention to, and it was almost more insulting that Haarlep was lavishing attention on Sebastian than he. ]
You and I both know that letting an incubus know your desires is a foolish path, don't you think?
[ Yes. Yes he wants it. As much as that, though...
He rounds the bed, watching them carefully, before he sat next to Sebastian, his eyes moving between them, darting. It was not the shard he was particularly focused on. ]
Should I try to find it on your person, Haarlep? Or order you to give it to me?
tbf throw in an incubus and like yeah
Oh, but that is no fun—
[ He trails off as he kisses Haarlep’s neck, then gives it a little bite. But while his mouth is occupied, he places his other hand on Raphael’s thigh. His fingertips lean just a little towards his inner thigh, and with the little bit of pressure he applies, it’s just as teasing as mouthing at Haarlep’s neck. ]
And besides, I do not think you introduced me to an incubus bearing your features just for the thrilling conversation.
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Sebastian's hand on his thigh, and watching Haarlep be lavished with attention as they were...
Perhaps not as foolish of a decision. (It was, Raphael was just stupid.)
His lips curled into a smile that could almost be called impish. ]
Ulterior motives? Me?
[ He laughed, but it's a touch huskier, and he tipped his head slightly, mostly to look at the two of them. Haarlep, perhaps predictably, squirmed against Sebastian's lap indulgently, his lips curled into a mischievous smile as they did so. Their fingers slipped to the lapels of his jacket, and slipped beneath, trying to get Sebastian to shrug it off. ]
I will not complain if we are otherwise occupied for the entirety of our stay.
[ Well, maybe a little because he's a brat, but. Not really. ]
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But with how Haarlep is so… Haarlep, Sebastian feels more confident in moving his hand from its gentlemanly position on Haarlep’s waist. He slips his hand along their back with a slow, smooth motion that also pulls Haarlep a little closer. He gives the incubus a small kiss to his neck, but his eyes are very much on Raphael. He knows how to perform, since that’s what this is, isn’t it? ]
I imagine you would not.
[ His hand slips up Raphael’s thigh so that he can slowly grope at his crotch. He may not know Raphael as well as Haarlep, but he knows that just slowly massaging his balls will be enough to get Raphael going. ]
Your ulterior motives may not be subtle, but they are fun. I have noticed you like to be indulged, so…
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[ He watches it go down with hungry — and perhaps somewhat jealous eyes — though Sebastian will probably pick up on, it's not that Haarlep is lavishing attention on Sebastian, it's that they're doing so in his skin. Because, well, of course he would. Raphael had been caught as his truest of selves here, the narcissist whom prized himself above all else. It should be no surprise that he felt a spike of jealousy, given that it had always been about lavishing himself with the highest praise he could possibly imagine.
(Raphael, Babygirl. You really need to see more people.)
He covered it with a smile, a pleased one, because at least Sebastian understood what he wanted. Well, that wasn't true, Haarlep also knew, and withheld it purposefully. With someone else here of a supposedly higher rank, they could lavish attention easily, and readily. Without fear of repercussions.
Raphael spread his legs a touch more, and bit his lip, even Sebastian's lazy grope was enough to stir him, and press against the constraints of his trousers.
'See how easy it is?' Haarlep murmured, squirming up against Sebastian, pressing himself to him, indulgently. Putting on a show, perhaps half for Sebastian, and half because the incubus had not missed the sight of that jealousy. 'He is far too easy, but me? I prefer a challenge.' The incubus continued, this time nudging his nose up and against Sebastian's neck, his words mouthed against the skin he could locate above his collar. 'If you leave him alone, he will even throw a tantrum.' ]
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[ Sebastian hums into Haarlep’s skin with a smile. The tone of the noise very much implies that he’s considering that to be a fun idea, and indeed, he withdraws his hand from Raphael. He gives Haarlep that attention instead as he squeezes their ass playfully, then traces his fingers along the lines of the hipbone towards the front. ]
That does sound rather fun, I admit. Poor, neglected thing…
[ Sebastian tilts his head to allow Haarlep more access to his neck with a pleased sound, then traces the hem of their leather underwear. His eyes are absolutely on Raphael, though. ]
Oh, but I imagine I could say that for Haarlep too, now that I think about it… When was the last time you spoiled your dear friend here, Raphael?
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Then again, he also knew this was supposed to. ]
I think Haarlep wouldn't know what to do with themselves if I did.
[ After all, when had Raphael Ever? The incubus in Sebastian's lap definitely laughed, and it's a touch mean when they do, sharp teeth scraping against Sebastian's exposed neck, their body arching salaciously, clearly intended as a show for the both of them. Their wings shifted, moved, and one stretched out enough to bap against Raphael's knee playfully. 'I doubt he would know what to do if he ever tried,' they said, their tone a soft, teasing laugh. 'I am not the one who would be lost, little brat,' the teasing name, and the way Haarlep turned their eyes toward him, with their tongue out, licking a long, wet strip against Sebastian's neck to drive the point home.
Raphael ground his teeth, and his fingers balled into the duvet.
Because of course Haarlep was right. As if Raphael had. ]
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Is that so? Raphael…
[ He tuts playfully, then leans over towards Raphael and grabs his chin with one hand. He gives him a kiss that’s brief, but intense and dominating all the same. It’s just an enticing tease, since when he pulls back, it’s with a knowing smile. ]
Shall I be your instructor, then? Surely, we could manage together.
[ …Because honestly, this is also a bit strategic for Sebastian. He’d never say it to Raphael, but he already thinks that Haarlep is more clever than his master. So. He’d very much prefer to be in control of the situation when it came to them. ]
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Haarlep's sharp, knowing grin was still in place when Sebastian turned his head back away from his "master", and he leaned in to press a long, lingering kiss on Sebastian's lips. Indulgent, is what it could be called. The sort that had enticed many a devil, with tongue and teeth, the pretense of desire and danger all in one. Some of this was to spite Raphael, and some... was well. Haarlep was an incubus. Expected.
Raphael, on the other hand, almost looked somewhat put upon, as if being asked a great burden to indulge with this. (Feigned, of course, but he knew the role to play here.) ]
With you as my instructor? Perhaps we could teach Haarlep a thing or two, hm?
[ The devil leaned in now, before he nudged Haarlep away from Sebastian, but while he leaned close into his space, he tipped his head with a sharp, over-confident smile. ]
How would you instruct me here?
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Sebastian still has the confidence of being a powerful, brutal demon, so if he were to feel a hint of a threat, he could tear Haarlep’s head off easily. So, with that assurance in mind, he does allow it to be indulgent. He laughs into the kiss at that first slip of teeth, and he returns it in kind. It’s not so much for the pleasure of violence, though. It’s that he realizes what Haarlep is doing. He’s the clever one here, isn’t he?
Truth be told, he would handle this entirely differently if the “rules” of his Oracle hadn’t already been made obvious. He imagines that he and Haarlep could play at a cutthroat game of manipulation and conceding and taking dominance for the purpose of squeezing out as much weakness as possible, and Raphael would be none the wiser. But, the transient nature of this world being what it was…
He gasps a little as Haarlep is nudged away, and it turns into a laugh. Admittedly, it was also just unusual to find someone as skilled as he was. His attention turns then to Raphael, and he hums thoughtfully as he considers the two of them. The drawn-out note is just for show, of course. He’d already had something in mind when he brought it up. ]
Well… Greedy as you are, you certainly love to receive— [ He trails off as he reaches to lazily cup Raphael’s balls, then trail his hand up. ] —but when it comes to giving…
[ His light fingers slip from the tip of Raphael’s half (?) hard cock up to his lips. He draws his fingers across his bottom lip lightly. ]
I think you could do better. Personally.