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@a-random-bard
An Introduction, a Note, and a List
Howdy. I made this blog cuz I got sick of the anon ask limit. This is a silly OC rp blog! The OC is my LoZ/LU OC-insert, Keir...lf you recognize the art or the oc NO YOU DON'T.
I also am the person behind @a-random-fairy.
I'll b keeping track of Keir's inventory here.
Bags to carry things
Keys. So many fucking keys.
A small harp.
Potions. (4 Red/Hearty, 2 Magic, a couple heat-resistant, a few pain reduction, 2 empty bottles)
Bandages
Sewing Kit.
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(He had been walking around aimlessly when he heard...talking. He could only hear one voice, but it sounded like you. He had started towards you, but the talking...stopped.)
(...)
(They were practically running now. There's a moment where they think they might've just imagined your voice, but...That doesn't stop him from running. There's a moment of silence from them when they stumble upon you. Then they panic.)
( @a-random-bard )
[He's laying on his side in the grass, somewhat curled up. His eyes are open, but… He doesn’t look there. Like he’s completely dazed. He’s not breathing, not moving at all. Really, he does look dead.]
[Theres a single empty bottle of alcohol off to the side, and his face and ear tips look suspiciously flushed.]
“Ribbon- Ribbon. Hey- Look at me-”
(They rush over to you, kneeling at your side. He cradles your face between his hands, staring at you with so, so much worry.)
[His eyes refocus, though only barely. He leans into your touch, but still… It doesn’t seem like he’s all that present yet.]
“Shit, Ribbon- What happened?-”
(They start to check you for injuries. There- There has to be something they can fix.)
[Theres nothing you can directly see. And… Holy shit you’re actually really pretty. That realisation comes with a blink and a bit of light returning to his eyes. Though he does start crawling on top of you, which just hurts. He whines.] Feelss good…. You.. Mmm, Keir… [He missed having someone like this. He’s in your lap now, his chest pressed against yours, and his arms wrapped around you in some lazy semblance of a hug.]
(Their shoulders relax ever so slightly as you talk, but they’re still tense. Why are you so out of it- He certain alcohol doesn’t make someone act- Act like this!)
“What- What feels good, Ribbon?”
(They’re still searching for injuries. Any sign of one. Anything that would tell them why you’re like this. They also need you to keep talking to them. If- If you’re talking then you’re alive.)
E-Ehv’rythin’.. ‘S hurts… Hehe, mmm… You’re real pretty… [His hands start working their way under the rim of your shirt, and he presses himself closer to you. It sort of forces you backwards a bit.]
[…He wants another drink. One of his hands is taken off from you to summon a new bottle.]
(With one hand, they grab the wrist of the hand that summons a new bottle. Their other wraps itself around your waist.)
“Ribbon, before you take another drink, what do you mean everything hurts?”
(His face had gone pink when you called him pretty. There are…more important things to worry about currently, though.)
’S jus’ th’normal stuhff… [But it’s worse.] Feels… Good…. [His other hand, the one not holding the freaky alcohol, starts trailing up your back from under your shirt. His claws sometimes scratch at your skin.]
[His eyes latch onto your neck. He leans forwards a bit to give your throat a lick, then his eyes go up to meet yours again.] Gunna make me better…?
“…Right. Ribbon, I need you to listen for a moment.”
(They can feel their face getting warmer every time your claws scratch at their back. He needs to focus, though. You’re drunk.)
“I don’t want to do anything to you while you’re drunk. I need you to be of…sound mind before I do anything. As much as I would love to make you feel better, I don’t think that is a good idea.”
(You licking their neck brings memories to the surface. Things that they need to shove down before they’re properly tempted to make you feel better.)
[…He doesn’t look like he processed a word you just said. Instead, he just smiles at you, all teeth. And then he wrenches his wrist from you, uncorks the bottle with his teeth, and takes a large drink of it, swallowing once while there’s still clearly some still in his mouth. And then—]
[And then his lips are suddenly on yours. His hand on your back moves quickly up to the back of your neck, wrapping his claws around it almost. All you can taste from him is alcohol.]
(He had been about to say something. To repeat what he had said, or tell you off for drinking more. But then your lips are on theirs and they can’t seem to think straight.)
(The taste of alcohol is overwhelming. Was there still some in your mouth? He can’t linger on that thought for long. He can’t truly savor the moment because you’re drunk.)
(They move to pull back from you, to break off the kiss. They don’t particularly want to but they’re still feeling rational right now.)
[As soon as you try and pull back, he just brings you into a deeper kiss. A bit of alcohol drips from the corner of his mouth. And then his tongue is forcing its way past your lips, along with a bit of alcohol.]
[His hand drifts from your neck to the back of your head, and half of your shirt has been dragged upwards as he’s moved his arm, exposing a good amount of your skin. He grabs a handful of your hair, not really letting you pull back anymore.]
(There’s a moment where they freeze. They clearly hadn’t expected…well, any of this. He whines into your mouth as his lips part for your tongue. This- This is wrong. You’re drunk.)
(Their hand that had previously held your wrist goes to try and push at your shoulder. To try and get you to back off. He can’t move back, so he needs you to move instead.)
(They don’t pay attention to the fact their shirt has moved. It’s not important right now.)
[It’s only when he’s pushed the rest of the alcohol into your mouth from his does he stop. Slowly, he pulls back, and looks at you with half-lidded eyes. He licks his lips, humming.] Tastes good… Get drunk with me, llove.. Won’t’cha? Plen’y for both’a uss… C’mon, le’s have a bit’a fun! Pleeease…? Wanna forget.. ‘Bout ev’rythin’ I’m… I can do…
[He goes down to start kissing at your neck instead.]
(He swallows the alcohol that had been pushed into his mouth. He stares at you with wide eyes and an extremely flushed face. There’s no way this is actually happening. This has to be a dream…It’s a very realistic one if it is.)
“Ribbon, that- That’s not a good idea.”
(The rational part of their brain is working overdrive, it seems. The kisses you press to their neck make it hard to think, but he can’t be terribly distracted. He needs to find a way to get you…not drunk.)
Mmm… Why’s that..? [His tone just seems…. Sad. But you can tell from the look in his eyes that he’s anything but.] Don’ ya wanna make me happy..? Youu make me sooo happy, you’re sso… Tasty! Could jus’ eat you whole… ‘N you’re so pretty, pin ya up somewhere so I can jus’ look at’cha all th’time… [He wraps the arm that currently holds the alcohol bottle around you in such a way that he can drape the bottle over your shoulder, right next to your face.]
C’monnn! Get drunk wit’ meee! It can be cel’bration for… Not ssuisi- Suicidin’ myself… [Thinking about that, how is he still alive again? Didn’t he slice his cuff? Huh. Maybe this is the afterlife. But he’s not allowed there, so maybe he’s just so stupid he can’t even kill himself right. Wasn’t there a reason he wasn’t supposed to do that? He can’t remember anything! Wow!]
Keirr… Pleasee..? Please won’t ya jus’… ‘ave a bit’a fun..?
(He remains staring at you. That...was a lot to process.)
"Fun? Ribbon, there are other ways to- Wait. Ribbon what do you mean you didn't 'suicide yourself?'"
(His arm that had wrapped around your waist tightens around you. The hand on your shoulder squeezes. He's searching your face for...something. They have a pretty good idea as to what you meant but that- They don't want to think about that. But they need to know.)
Nuh-uh… Nnot anymore… But tha’s ’kay, ‘cause you’re here! You… You’re fun! You’re ffun… ‘N tasty….
[He completely disregards your other question, though his face doesn’t fall. He just looks happy. Maybe a bit manic, actually.]
Won’t’cha kiss me..? Feels good when ya do… [He unwraps his arm from you, leaning back to take a drink from the bottle he has. It burns like hell as it goes down.]
(There's...not much visible on their face other than pure concern.)
"Ribbon that-..."
(He cuts himself off. That's...That's a conversation he needs to have with you when you're sober. You're clearly not going to answer any questions about it right now.)
"...I'm not going to kiss you Ribbon. I don't- I don't know how many times I have to say this, but you're drunk. I don't....want to do something to you that I'm not certain you're fine with."
[His face falls slightly, but it’s quickly brought up again. He pulls back from you, pushing himself off of you in the process. He brings the bottle back up to his mouth and just… Chugs the rest. And he throws it off to the side with an easy smile.] ‘Kay then… See ya.
[He falls to his back, then rolls onto his stomach. A small flash of light, and he has a choker necklace in his hands, the one around his neck clearly not there. He hums a tune as he stares at the thing, kicking his feet a bit. He slowly runs his claws across the surface.]
(They watch as you move away, a brow raised.)
"...Ribbon, I'm not leaving."
(He's not going to just leave you here. Just because you're...weirdly powerful, doesn't mean you're not vulnerable when drunk. They adjust to be sitting cross legged, but other than that they just...sort of watch you.)
Mm, ‘kay. Gunna watch me die then? [He looks back at you, absolutely nothing negative in his eyes. Just a faint glint of hope and excitement. He holds the cuff above his head to wave at you before bringing it back down to continue to mess with it.]
[…He told you about this once, he thinks. What this does, what this is to him.]
‘M gunna go see Bee… Hehe..! [First he just has to work up the courage to.]
(There's a moment where he just stares at you as his brain processes your words. And then he's lunging to grab the cuff from you.)
"That- No! Ribbon, I'm not going to just watch you die!"
[He doesn’t have time to process or react to you lunging for him. He whines when you take it from him, arms falling forward. But he just… Can’t make himself get angry at you. At all. He’s… Missing something.]
[It’s simpler this way, though, isn’t it?]
…What’re ya gunna do wit’that..?
"I- I don't know!"
(They really don't. They just...acted. There wasn't much thought behind what they did.)
"What I do know, is that I'm not just going to watch you kill yourself. That-"
(He's looking at you with...concern? Horror? Some combination of the two? They hold the cuff away from you with one hand, while the other hesitantly reaches for one of your hands.)
"Ribbon, I care too much about you to just watch that happen."
[He thinks…. He might be supposed to be feeling sad right now? Instead, there’s nothing. Huh. That’s not even the alcohol doing that. Well, whatever! He gives you a smile, and lays his head on the grass, looking up at you. He… Misses Bee. At least he still has that. He can’t wait to see it again, one day.]
[He hums, still just gazing up at you.] ‘M not’a good person, love… ‘Ss nice that’ya think you care ffor me though. [He wonders if his death would be pretty. An unfitting end for him, he thinks.]
But… Gotta make a— A choice now, don’t’cha? Puttit on, orrr give it back! But I could jus’ steal it from you again… [Thats a lie. He couldn’t do that even if he had the capacity to want to.]
"Just- Just because you aren't a good person doesn't mean I can't care!"
(Their expression has shifted to...hurt. They're still concerned, obviously so, but...they're hurt. Did you think he didn't care about you? That- Why would he not care? You've been nothing but sweet to him.)
"...Ribbon, I can't- I can't trust you with this," (He shakes the cuff) "Right now. I- I can't risk what will happen if I give it back."
(He doesn't...know how to put it on. If he did, it would've probably already have been on. They can't- They really can't risk losing you. Not like this, at least.)
[He sighs, the rolls over on his back so he can cross his arms at you.] Thenn what’cha gunna do with it, huh? Won’ give it back, won’ puttit on— You gunna fuckin’… Eat it? Or somethin’? Make a choice! Tha’s lit— leh— uh… That’s me you’re holdin’…!
[Still, he sounds more playful than anything.]
(They pause, narrowing their eyes at you. There's a moment of silence before a neutral expression appears on their face. They've let go of your hand and are now holding the cuff with both hands.)
"It's edible?"
Whuh? [He seems confused, but as soon as you say that, the cuff shifts and suddenly, it’s a small, easy to swallow pill. Well. He certainly wasn’t expecting that! He stares completely uncomprehendingly at you, and it doesn’t really help that he’s upside down right now.]
(They look between you and the now pill-like cuff they hold for a moment. And then they put it in their mouth and swallow.)
(It's a weird feeling, it is. Swallowing something akin to a pill without any form of liquid to help it go down. It doesn't help that there's...a shift in something. They can't...figure out what the shift is, but they're aware of it.)
K-Keir?? [Okay he wasn’t being serious. When he said that. A very intense blush works its way up his face. Well! He’s too drunk for this!] You— Stars, you don’ even know what you’re doing!
[Shit fuck shit fuck okay! Great. Looks like he has a new holder. Now he just has to shove down the feelings that comes along with that— Fuck this. He curls into a ball and tries to forget you exist.]
(He shudders once he's completely swallowed the cuff. That...They need a reminder to never do something like that again. Swallowing a pill without water, that is. They stare at you as their shoulders slump. Be it from relief or...some other emotion, not even they know.)
"...Ribbon, I would rather get myself into something that I don't understand than watch you die. You-"
(He cuts himself off, exhaling what would've been words in a shaky breath. They end up sitting down with their knees pulled to their chest. There's...so much they could say here. So much that they want to say. And yet none of the words will flow.)
[He buries his face in his claws and screams. When he’s done with that, he pushes himself upwards. He has to get— Less drunk. Because he has to be effective and efficient. Because that’s what he’s for. Stars— He doesn’t miss this mindset. It doesn’t help that it was so sudden! Whatever.]
[He sits on his knees and looks to you with a smile. If he could be angry right now, there would be much more bite to his tone.] Con-fuckin’-grasluations—[Fuck he’s so good at talking]—youu have complete control over me. Yay for you! High teir summon jus’ for you! I’m allll yours!
Can I— Jus’ go get. Not drunk. Real quick?
(They blink at you several times before their brain catches up to them. Oh. Oh. That was stupid of them to do, wasn't it? You- You had breifly told them about how the cuff worked. About how whoever had it- Oh Goddesses, he just ate the damned thing-)
"Yup! Yeah, that- You go do that."
(He's started to hit his head on his knees. Stupid- Irrational- Idiot.)
Grreat! [He can’t go very far from you but— He disappears in a flash of light. You wait a few seconds, and then he’s back.]
[…Face first on the grass. He groans.] Fuck forgot about hangover— Uhhh, what the fuck is goin’ on? Did you do something…? I… Really wanna do things for you right now…
(They've stopped hitting their head, but it does remain resting on their knees. His face is...essentially hidden by his hair, but their ears are a bright red. Well. No need to hide what they did.)
"...I ate your cuff."
Oh. [That did happen, yes.] Well good job? I’m… Yours now… Uh…
Whyy would you— Do that? Eh, whatever, jus’… Make good use of me…
(...Do you not...remember what happened? Ah. Yes. That is a side effect of being drunk.)
"...Ribbon you tried to kill yourself. And-"
(...)
"...You also kissed me. And when I had told you that I wouldn't- I wasn't going to kiss you. Not like that. When- When I told you that, you asked if I was going to watch you die."
(They're staring at you with this look of horror. Also an embarrassed one, but mostly a look of horror.)
"I wasn't going to just watch- I couldn't just- I didn't- Ribbon that was the most stressed I have been in years. I don't-...I don't know what I would've done if you were actually dead."
[He stares at you, trying to process everything just what you said.] Tried to kill myself… Uh, yeah, wouldn’t be the first time. Don’t really have much to live for anyway now that.. Bees dead. So. I can see that happening…
I can also really see me kissing you. You are really fucking pretty. ‘N you’re tasty too. Fuck being drunk for like a week straight is a bad idea— Feel like shit…
[The idea that someone actually cares enough to prevent his death—albeit in a questionable way—is… foreign. He tries not to think about it much which is easier than it should be, probably.]
"Wouldn't have been the- Ribbon, what the fuck?"
(You calling them pretty again is. It's not helping them think right, that's for certain. That- He can have a mental breakdown about that later. You've tried to do this before?)
(...Also who is Bee?)
Do I look mentally stable to you? ‘Course I’ve tried to fuckin’ kill myself before…. Jus’ wish I actually went through with it… [Then none of this would have happened. Bee would probably still be alive too. He sighs. He’s… Weirdly enough, completely empty. There’s just nothing. Weird.] Aaanyway, seriously, what are you gunna do with me? I can be whatever you want. Jus’ tell me already, won’t you..?
"...I don't want you to be what I want you to be. Why would I want that? That- That's so stupid- Goddesses sake, I'm stupid! You told me what your cuff did--granted not in detail--and I still ate it! Why did I eat it? I could've just- I could've just held onto it! It wouldn't have been that difficult-"
(They groan, their head falling forward to hit their knees again. There's no sound from them aside from their breathing for a moment. Then they're looking up at you again.)
"If you get your cuff back would you- You wouldn't have to listen to me, would you?"
[He listens to your self-deprecating spiel, finding no reason to interrupt. What you’re saying isn’t entirely untrue anyway. There are plenty of other ways you could’ve dealt with the situation. Anyway—]
I don’t really have to listen to you anyway, not after what Shadow did, but I’d just… Really like to? It… Feels nice when I do things right for someone… [Sure, the mindset he’s forced into is a bit tiring, but still. It’s true that feeling accomplished is really nice.]
(Their expression morphs into shock for a second before turning into confusion. That...Huh. He can- He can understand that. Though it's not... It's not the same, obviously not. It's still confusing, though.)
"...You want to. Just- Just because it feels nice?"
’S how I was designed, I can’t change it! Easier to control something when they feel good doing it, no? It’s like a failsafe or something.
[He looks at you, and…. He really wants something from you. Just for you to… Do something to him. Stars, it’s like a need. Maybe if he does something for you you’ll kiss him…]
"...Ribbon. I mean this kindly, but once again. What the fuck."
(Hm. That's...Interesting? It- It's unusual. They shuffle in place for a moment before they just...fall backwards? He ends up lying on his back with his hands covering his face.)
Love it when you’re kind to me… [He huffs, and tries to move over to you because it only feels natural, but— He moves the wrong way and a spike of pain settles throughout his body. He falls back to the ground with a mix of a groan and a whine.] S-Stars— Why does that… Feel good….
(They had planned to just lie there and think, but…Damn you Goddesses for making Ribbon someone he cares about. They uncover their face, to pick their head up and look at you.)
“…Everything…Alright?..”
Yeah… Jus’… Everything feels weird… ‘S all just… Good? I don’t know! It’s all weird! And too much… I don’t wanna deal with this shit right now… [He decides to continue to lay where he is, though he does give you a very sad, pathetic, pleading look for you to do something. He doesn’t exactly care what at this point.]
(They stare at you with a blank face before groaning and letting their head fall back again. Damn you and your...frankly adorable expressions.)
"I'm too sober for this."
(He gets why you got drunk to deal with emotions now...Kinda. Not really. More than he had at least.)
[He huffs, dropping the expression when you look away from him.]
I still have a… Lot of illegally acquired alcohol? If you want some? [To prove his point, he summons another full, unopened bottle and shakes it.]
(Their head is lifted again, though this time they've...somewhat pushed themself up. He gives you a considering look before shrugging.)
"Y'know what? Sure. That- That sounds great. Can't fuck this up any more, can I?"
(He stares for a moment before pushing himself up the rest of the way, moving to be closer to you.)
[He holds the bottle out to you, but doesn’t move from his position. He doesn’t need to feel anything more than what he is now, and moving just makes everything worse. He wonders if you’ll be cute when you’re drunk…]
You probably could. Careful, it’s pretty strong.
[Really, he wouldn’t be surprised if just one of these is more than you can handle.]
(He laughs as he takes the bottle from you. It's...slightly hysterical but that's- That's fine. They're fine.)
"Strong is what I need right now."
(With some struggle, they open the bottle and take a drink. They shudder slightly at the taste. That is- That is terrible. How did you manage to drink this? He grumbles something about teaching you what good alcohol tastes like before taking another drink.)
[He continues to just stare at you with a soft smile. He would have a drink, but… He needs to be at his best for you. So he won’t. But he’ll indulge you as much as you want him to!]
Hehe, yeah, ‘s pretty bad.
(They glare at you, though it seems playful.)
"Why do you drink this? It's so bad."
(Despite this they take another drink. He can ignore the taste. Honestly, the more he drinks it the easier that gets. Which...makes sense. Also the more they drink, the more they realize how cute you are. He could probably carry you easily...Well, not right now, they'd probably drop you. But later...Later they may have to test that.)
Because it’s the strongest stuff I’ve found. [He leans his head on one of his hands. Still, he can’t look away. He wishes you would just run your hands through his hair. Maybe he could teach you how to braid it, if you don’t know already.] It’s easy to get completely wasted on.
"Hm. Fair 'nough."
(He blinks at you slowly, almost like a cat. Huh. They thought you were the cat. Whatever. They hesitate for a moment before they sort of just...collapse into your side.)
"Did you know that you make me feel insane? 'Cause- 'Cause you do."
[As soon as you lean into him, it’s almost like he’s the drunk one. Your touch is like a drug, maybe a reward. What is he even being rewarded for? Whatever, he just knows he likes it. Suddenly, he’s purring uncontrollably, and leaning into you as much as he can.]
Mmm… Why?
"I dunno! You're just-"
(There's a groan as they take another drink. Wow, you were right. This is strong.)
"You're too cute. I wanna just keep you forever. I'm not gunna cuz you're- You don't deserve to be stuck with me. Unless you'd want that. Then you do deserve it."
[He tries to nuzzle in closer to you, nearly wrapping himself completely around you. Still, his purrs only get louder. He looks up to you, and what you can see could only be described as lovesick.] I’d love to be stuck with you… Forever and ever and ever… ‘N you could do whatever you want with me. [Theres a certain lilt to his voice you’ve never really heard from him.] I’m yours, Keir.
[Even this is a bit uncharacteristic of him.]
(Huh. That's...This is probably something that the two of you need to have a conversation about but he's...Hm. He wouldn't be able to phrase anything right, and he's...probably going to forget this happened. Being drunk is weird. Helpful, though. Sometimes. Not really.)
"...Mine?"
(Oh, that...that is a thought. If you were theirs, they could do so much to you. So many things. You could do so much to them. Could they be yours as much as you are theirs?)
(They go to take another drink from the bottle only to find that they've emptied it. There's a suprised blink before he shrugs and places it to the side. Whatever. He has...other things to focus on. Like you! Oh look at you...They could just stay at your side forever. You're so warm...the warmest. There's a giddy smile on their face as they wrap their arms around you.)
[He situates himself so that he’s once again in your lap, though he doesn’t try anything. He’s kind of just goes limp in your arms, continuing to look up at you like you hung the moon.]
Yours.. All yours.
[This is a strange feeling. It’s too… It’s too intense. But he can’t find it in himself to care. He is yours after all, you made him yours. He can’t argue with that fact. It’s actually impossible for him to.]
(He hums in acknowledgment, staring at you with plain adoration clear on his face. One of their hands comes up to cup your face. You truly are adorable. He can think that so many times and it won't get old. Well not to his drunken brain at least. It might get repetitive if they were sober.)
(They're somewhat tempted to see if they could play their harp like this...with you in their lap and with their muddled thoughts. It'd probably be shit, but...It's a tempting thought.)
"I told you that you were the cutest ever, right? That- If I haven't I should've. 'Cause you are. You're the cutest ever. The most cute. Cuter than...Cuter than an otter. And those fuzzy things are cute! But you're cuter."
Hehe… [He sort of looks off to the side, clearly flustered. He leans further into your hand, and his neck is a bit more visible right now, especially without the cuff around it.] You’re really drunk, aren’t you?
[He still doesn’t know how to take a compliment. You can tell from how embarrassed he looks.]
"...'s like you said, that was...strong alcohol."
(They run their thumb over your cheek, watching your face. Hm. They could probably kiss you right now, couldn't they? You...You weren't drunk anymore and you had said that you could see yourself kissing him. Right? That- That would mean you want to kiss them.)
(...)
(The Goddesses are probably laughing at him right now, aren't they?)
(Shaking that thought out of their brain, their eyes dart to your neck. Oh. Your skin is pretty. Well, all of you is. He finds himself leaning down to press a kiss to the side of your neck.)
[As soon as your lips meet his skin, it sends a shiver down his non-existent spine. One of his hands drifts to the back of your head, and his claws dig into your scalp just slight enough for you to really feel it. He whines quietly, and closes his eyes just to make sure he takes in the feeling completely.]
[He leans his head a bit on your shoulder. He saw that look in your eyes, and he wishes you acted on that. Really, he almost did, but he can’t. Not without permission. He pulls you a bit closer to him.]
(You can feel their smile on as they continue to press kisses to your skin. When you grab his hair, he groans. They pull back from your neck, just enough to look at you.)
“…Ribbon, can you look at me?”
..Hm?
[He tries, and ends up making shaky eye contact with you along with a nervous smile. He’s breathing just a bit heavier than usual.]
Y-Yeah?
“Nothin’. J’st wanted t’ see your face.”
(They smile wider.)
“You think you could loosen your grip on my hair?”
(You look even cuter when you’re nervous. He could stare at your eyes forever. And your smile…Really just you.)
[He whines more, but his grip does loosen. Not to mention him being completely flustered and covered in a light blush.]
You— You… [Yeah, it’s hard to talk right now. He still wishes you would just kiss him.]
“Me?”
(They’re teasing now. They’re absolutely teasing you. He’s got a…smug grin on his face and his eyes are shining with entertainment.)
(One of his hands is resting upon the small of your back. The other has moved to the side of your neck. Oh. Was their face always that close to yours? They don’t remember moving.)
[He frowns slightly, though the smile never quite leaves his face.] Youuu… Are a fuckin’ trouble maker… [Immediately, he buries his head under your chin to at least hide a little bit. His hand does go up to meet yours, however, and hold it. He runs his thumb over your fingers gently.]
“Don’ hide… I wanna see your eeyes..”
(They do. They’re truly do want to keep seeing your eyes.)
“Also ‘m the trouble maker?”
(His hand on your back moves to wrap around your waist, almost hugging you to his chest. You’re really warm. It’s like sitting next to a fire.)
[He grumbles, and only huddles closer to you. He doesn’t bother dignifying that. Like this, you can see most of the ground behind him.] You are… Trying to embarrass me… [But he’s not complaining. Anything you do is a gift to him. He would love to be flustered to death by you.]
“Nuh uh…’m just…I dunno…”
(They don’t want to see the ground. That isn’t you. He’s grab your chin, pulling you to look at him again.)
“Jus’…Jus’ wanna…look at you.”
(He wants to kiss you. Hm. That thought is back. They probably could…Hmm. Should they is the question…You’d probably be okay with it…)
(Making their mind up, he presses a kiss to your lips. It’s quick and more of a peck, but it happens.)
Mm… [Its still hard to look at you. You’re just so… He whines. But he tries to work up the confidence to actually say something.] Put me on display, then. Pin me up somewhere so you can look at me all day.
I wouldn’t mind.
[He can sort of sense it when you decide to go in, but he isn’t really ready for the feeling he gets when you actually do it. Immediately he melts into you, and his eyes gain a sort of dazed quality to them. It wasn’t even that much, but he wants more. He's a greedy little thing.]
…You can do better than that, love…
(They had a flush to their face. Be it from your words or the alcohol, it's hard to tell...Probably a mix of the two, honestly. He hums, almost uncertain.)
"I dunno, Ribbon. I might mess something up." (They pause before muttering under their breath.) "Hard enough to kiss when 'm sober."
(Pin you up...Hm. Maybe not. He likes being close to you as well. Likes touching you. That'd be hard to do if you were pinned up somewhere.)
[He hums as well, almost mimicking you really.] You could always let me take the lead. You’re hardly the first person I’ve kissed, you know. Hehe, I’ve even kissed Zomi before you! [Well, more like it kissed him, but he’s not about to go thinking about that too hard. It’s embarrassing. He huffs slightly.]
Though that’s not a bad thing for you, of course, it just means I’ve had practice. Better for you even. [He tilts his head, and then he moves his hands to the back of your neck.] I’ve kissed you once before, haven’t I? Don’t you want more of that? Because all you have to do is give me the go-ahead. I’ll be glad to deliver. Whatever you want from me, Keir. Anything at all.
[He tries to keep himself talking just a bit longer than he would have. He has a strong feeling you like hearing him talk, after all. Suddenly, it’s like his world revolves around you, and solely you. It’s strange, almost, but… He thinks he could get used to it.]
(Their eyes grow hazy the more you talk, but they still stare at you. He's silent as he processes your words. Oh. Oh, but he does want more of that. They want you to kiss them. How do they say that though?)
(He whines. He wants to bury his face in the side of your neck while he tries to figure out how to word things, but he wants to keep staring. You're too pretty to be real. They can touch you, though, which means that you are real. They're silent for a minute longer, and when they do speak, their voice is quiet.)
"...Please. Ribbon, I want that."
[He smiles, and one of his hands moves to hold your cheek.] I just love that look on your face… You really are beautiful. Truly. [Hearing you say it, too, not just seeing that look of want… He leans in close, though not quite close enough quite yet.] Whatever you want, Keir. [It’s a whisper. Just barely loud enough to be heard.]
[He closes the gap, barely giving you time to prepare before his tongue works its way through your lips and into your mouth. He can really barely hold himself back. Both of his hands trail down your front, and you can feel his claws through your shirt. Luckily, it doesn’t rip. He eventually gets to the skin of your stomach, and then he starts working his way under your shirt again.]
(They can feel their face burning. He's obviously not on fire, but he's almost too warm. It's not from you. Your warmth is comforting. They're just overheating.)
(He almost says something before he's cut off by you kissing him. Oh. Oh, that's your tongue. He didn't realize that was a thing you could do. Ever. Oh, but that is nice. They could probably die here. They'd die happy.)
(They barely realize that they're whining into your mouth as their arms wrap further around you. One hand lands on the back of your head, the other essentially trapping you against his chest. They don't even realize that your hands are under their shirt. Or that you could've ripped it. That doesn't matter right now.)
[His claws start to dig into your stomach. He doesn’t know if he accidentally made you bleed or not, but he doesn’t think so. But he would love to feel your blood underneath his hands…]
[It’s hard to make this any deeper than it is, but he tries. He ends up pushing you to the ground in the process, accompanied by a sort of possessive growl that you can feel in your chest with how close you are to him. And he cant get enough of the little sounds you make, either. He wants more of those, so he only kisses you harder. His claws dig deeper into your skin, scratching at it. Right now, to him, the only thing that matters in the world is you.]
(He almost wants your claws in their stomach, but that...Does he have potions on him? If they do then you could- They can't remember, though. And you kissing them is making it harder to think back on what they have.)
(When his back hits the ground, he grunts but quickly adjusts. He's holding you so gently, but also so securely. They don't want to let you go. They don't want you to move back. Eventually they'll have to but...that...isn't important right now.)
(They groan around your tongue as your claws continue to dig into their skin. They want you to leave deeper scratches. He wants it to scar. He already has your bite marks on his skin, what would a couple scratches be compared to that?)
[You’re the one thats in control of him, right now. But with you under him like this, it’s hard to remind himself of that fact. It’s so easy to get lost in things like this, especially now. He cant help but wonder— Is this what you’ll use him for during the time you have him? He wouldn’t mind, not at all. It feels too good for him to mind.]
[He continues to scratch at your skin, but it never goes all that deep. He doesn’t know if he’s even allowed to hurt you right now, but stars, does he want to. Hurting things is his specialty, it’s what he was made to do. Its only right that he shares that with you, isn’t it? But he doesn’t, not yet, not until you tell him to.]
(They don't realize why you haven't done anything for a moment longer than they would've liked. Reluctantly, he pulls his head back. Just enough to break the kiss so they can talk. And breath. That's something they forgot to do. His chest is rising and falling fast, but not to the point of hyperventilating.)
"Ribbon- Ribbon. Please. I want..."
(How do they phrase this without seeming too odd.)
"I want you to scar me."
(Hm. That works. If you think they're weird, they'll...figure that out...Hm. They want to go back to kissing you now, but they want to hear your response.)
[As soon as you pull away, you realise he’s just… Not breathing, not whatsoever. But he doesn’t seem concerned, or even affected.] Scar you, hm..? [It takes him a second to get off the high that is all of this… This. And actually process your words. When he does, he smirks.] I could… But what will you give me in return? [Really, he has no right to be saying that. But he cant help himself.] Awfully big favor you’re asking of me there, you know. You’ll have to repay it somehow.
[If you ask again, he’ll do it without hesitation. But still. He can still want things as of now, and that is certainly something he wants from you. Anything, really, just for you to do something to him.]
(You're making them think? That- They whine. They can't think. Not when you stare at them like that.)
"I-"
(He cuts himself off with another whine. They hadn't processed the fact you weren't breathing before, but that- You- How can you be this unaffected?)
"Ribbon, please. Anything. I- I'll do anything. Just- Just please."
(Oh, that's...more than they meant to say. Hm. Oh well. Not important. Really, it isn't.)
[…This is fun.] Not very specific, are you? Fine, fine, I’ll let you have creative freedom when it comes to paying me back. The sooner the better!
[Finally, his claws break skin, digging into your abdomen. He can feel the blood, and his smile grows. Slowly, he starts dragging his claws downwards. He doesn’t go back in for another kiss, instead, just watching you. Watching for your reactions.]
(Their face scrunches up from the pain, but there's also a clear joy on their face. They're smiling, oh so happily.)
"Tha- Thank you, Ribbon- So good. You're so good for me. Could stay like this forever. Jus'- Jus' yours. Let you do whatever."
(He's rambling. He absolutely is. You've barely done anything and they're already a mess. It's probably the alcohol's fault, but you'd probably be able to get them like this without it, as well. His breath hitches every so often and whines interrupt their speech, but they push through it.)
[He wants to feel your organs against his claws again. He lets out a shaky breath— Just one, and then he goes quiet again. His claws continue to drag down your skin, creating deep gashes, very purposeful gashes. The blood stains your shirt, just a bit.]
[And— Stars, he cant help it when his blush intensifies at your words. He whines, and he wants more of that. His entire purpose is to be good for you, it’s what he was made for. He loves the sound of those words in your voice. He wants to pry them out of you.]
(They pull you down into another kiss. It's short, but it's sweet. He pulls away from you, but he just moves his face to your shoulder, burying his face into your neck.)
"So good. You'd-" (He muffles a whine by pressing his face further into your neck.) "You'd do anything I asked, wouldn't you? I could tell you to never stop. 'm not gunna, but I could."
(They don't care about their shirt. They can replace it. Or wash it. They wonder if you're aware they're still scared from when you bit them. He's certainly not going to point it out. That'd be embarrassing. He could've easily healed the marks with a potion...Dunno why he didn't.)
"So, so good for me."
[He whines again. Your words are getting to his head. His claws stop for a second, only to go back to the top of the gashes and go over them again.] Of course… Anything, I’d do anything you want me to… [This feeling really does just make him feel drunk off of it. Off of what, exactly, he’s not sure. But as long as you have his cuff, he can’t help but be addicted.] Wanna be good for you…
‘N then you can do whatever you want with me. I could be your toy, and you—[Stars, he wants that. He takes a breath.]—and you could do anything to me. Please, hurt me, you do it so well, I jus’—[Another breath, his claws keep gouging lines into your abdomen.]—just please, stars, let me be your plaything… Won’t you? I’ll do anything you ask….
(The pain of having your claws in their abdomen is catching up to them, stealing the breath that they would've used to speak. They muffle a groan of pain by biting your neck. He doesn't let go for a while, and when he does let go he just bites a new spot. Their teeth aren't sharp enough to do any real damage, but they bite nonetheless.)
(Their arms have ended up loosely wrapped around your torso by this point. They'd squeeze you to their chest again if they weren't so out of it.)
[He closes his eyes, whining at the feeling of you biting him. It’s been so long since he’s been bitten by anyone— He forgot how good it feels. And there isn’t even any instinct to push you away now that his cuff isn’t there.] More, please— Please, jus’— Just a bit more… [Its still not enough for him.]
[He can feel bits of your flesh gather under his claws. He cant wait to lick his fingers of your blood.]
(He wants to leave his bite marks in your skin like you did to him. That- Huh. That's an interesting thought. They'll...think about that later. For now, they pull back to look at your face.)
"More what?"
(They're teasing. He really shouldn't be, given that you could easily dig your claws into somewhere new to scar them, but he can't help it! You're just- You get so cute when he teases you.)
[He’s a little disappointed when you pull away, and then you say that. And then he looks at you like you’ve personally offended him, momentarily snapped out of the swirl of nothing that you were quickly turning his mind into. He flushes harder all the while.] You— Don’t make me ask for it, thats just mean! I don’t even know in the first place… [He surrenders slightly more back into the fog covering his mind, and you can see it on his face, too. The way his pupils dilate just a bit.] But… Anything?
[He just wants you right now.]
Please, just do anything to me, I don’t care! Whatever you come up with I’ll do, just as long as its you… Please…
(He nearly laughs, but instead they find themself rendered silent at your expression. They can't help but stare again. Hm. You really are pretty. He could probably find a pictobox somewhere...You'd make a lovely subject.)
"...M'kay."
(They aren't sure what to do, but a glance around the area surrounding them gives them an idea. Their eyes land upon a rock...This idea isn't sanitary in the slightest but...)
(Reaching out, they grab the rock. There's a moment of hesitance before he's holding it up to your face.)
"Do you think you could keep this in your throat?"
Whuh? [Well that was… Okay, he’s still trying to process what you just asked him to do. He stares at you confusedly for a while, glancing at the rock a few times and then back at you.] I’m not a storage system… But I can try?
[You want him to. Thats a good enough reason, he thinks. Still, he can’t help but be a bit nervous.] I’m not that big either…
"It's okay. I can help."
(He smiles, blinking at you.)
"I'd also like you to try and talk around it, once it's in place."
(They have no idea what they're doing but they're sure it'll end...well...Honestly they just want to hear your voice get more and more strained.)
[He whines, but… Nods anyway.] I can do that, I think. Just… Be as rough as you like.
[He looks up at you, but otherwise doesn’t do anything. The look in his eyes tells you that you’re going to have to do most of the work here if you want it done at all.]
"M'kay. Can you open your mouth for me, Ribbon?"
(His hand that isn't holding the rock has grabbed your chin. They're looking at you with an oh-so-gentle glint in their eye.)
"It's okay if you can't. I can open it for you, but it'd be easier if you did it."
[His ears raise slightly, and you can see mischief in his eyes. And then—] Oh, shame, it seems I can’t… [During the whole time he talks, his mouth doesn’t open. The only thing you get is a sly smile and him leaning a bit further into your touch.] Looks like you’ll have to make me.
(They laugh. Of course. What else should they have expected?)
"Oh, truly what a shame."
(He simply sits there for a moment before he's pressing his thumb against your lips and into your mouth. They're not exactly gentle, but they're not truly rough either.)
[Easily, he parts his lips for you. He continues to stare unblinkingly into your eyes, however, waiting for you to continue. He cant help but lick at your thumb a little, and you can feel what almost might be raised lines carved into the surface of his tongue. Not only that, but his tongue is forked too, which was pretty obvious— Now he just makes it more obvious by sort of grabbing your thumb with his tongue, both ends of it wrapping around you.]
[Still, he waits for you to continue. He’s getting a little impatient, though.]
(His brow furrows at the odd feeling on your tongue. He hadn't noticed that before. Hm. Maybe he'll ask about that later.)
"You really are so good for me, aren't you?"
(They stare at the rock for a moment before bringing it up to your lips again, pushing it into your mouth. There's a smile on their face the entire time.)
[He lets go of you, and whines slightly. It tastes— Like a rock. He’s licked plenty of rocks in his time of existence, sure, but that doesn’t mean it’s a pleasant taste. No, he doesn’t know why he kept trying it again, and this probably isn’t going to stop him from doing it more, either. Anyhow, he… Doesn’t think he can swallow this. It’s a bit too… Big, for him especially. He tries to move it around in his mouth, but really, theres so little space that he just can’t. He looks back up to you, sort of questioning. You have to have realised that it’s a bit difficult for him to get any of this down, right? He whines again, just for good measure.]
(They just smile at you. Internally they're panicking a tad but that's due to their poor planning.)
"It's okay, I said I'd help, didn't I?"
(They continue to push the rock further and further into your mouth. They pause every so often, but other than that it's a constant thing.)
[He whines again, a bit cut off, but eagerly accepts the challenge. He tries his best to relax himself for you, and he takes it… Surprisingly well. Though it does take him a second to hold back a choke when you push it far enough, but he gets used to the odd sensation of having something forced down his throat fairly quickly. He still has to hold back the occasional choke, but otherwise, he seems fine. You could probably even go faster, if you wanted to. He wouldn’t mind that at all. In fact, you can feel him sort of pushing against you as well.]
[At some point his eyes had closed from the effort of keeping himself in check, but they open again just to try and beg without words. He did tell you to be rough with him, didn’t he? He wants you to treat him like a plaything, really. The sooner the better.]
(He laughs. It's fond and gooey and all sorts of feelings wrapped into a single sound.)
"Am I not doing what you want?"
(They continue to push the rock further into your throat. Their hand is very much in your mouth now. You could easily bite it off. He doesn't really like the idea of that happening, but it's a thought that just reminds it of what you're capable of.)
"Am I not being rough enough? Or did you want me to be gentler?"
(He knows what you want. He obviously does from the glint in his eye. That doesn't stop him from teasing still.)
[He whines, but its a bit more broken than usual. It’s a desperate sound. You can see him try to swallow, but it does nothing without your fingers pushing it deeper. He keeps trying nonetheless, otherwise he’ll choke. His head sort of shifts into being tipped up slightly, hoping that it’ll make it just a bit easier for you.]
[Really, he can barely pay attention to your words with everything happening. If you felt his throat from the outside, then you could definitely feel the rock being pushed in under his skin. You’d probably even be able to see it, just a bit. His eyes focus back on you, from their previous completely out of it gaze— Just to stare at you. He knows that you know what he wants.]
"M'kay. I get it."
(Nothing but fondness can be seen on their face. Well, there is some embarrassment, but that...may just be leftover from what they had asked you to do.)
(Their eyes drift from your eyes to your neck. Oh. Oh, that's a sight. He simple stares for a moment before his unoccupied hand comes up to hold your throat. Their eyes dart back up to yours, almost silently asking for reassurance that this is okay.)
[The blush on his face grows slightly as you stare, and then he whines again quietly when you touch. But he gives you a small nod nonetheless. You don’t even need to ask permission with him.]
[…But he is getting impatient. Snakily, his hand grabs your wrist, and tries to force you to continue.]
(They laugh again.)
"Impatient, aren't you."
(They do continue, no matter what they say. They're getting a little impatient with themself as well. He squeezes your neck as he pushes the rock further and further. He doesn't stop, this time. He just continues to push.)
[You squeezing just means that he can feel it more. It also makes it just a bit harder to push down. Tears of light spring to his eyes, but you can tell from the grip he keeps on your wrist that he doesn’t want you to stop.]
[You can feel it go down, and you can hear him make little cut off sounds as it does. They’re barely audible, but you can still hear them.]
"You're doing wonderful, Ribbon."
(He's surprisingly coherent for a drunk man. Surprisingly well put together.)
"Just keep it right there."
(Their hand is removed from your mouth, while they squeeze your throat ever so slightly harder. They're watching you with silent fasciation for a moment before a look of realization creeps onto their face. He slowly grins at you.)
"Do you think you can try and say something for me?"
(He had been walking around aimlessly when he heard...talking. He could only hear one voice, but it sounded like you. He had started towards you, but the talking...stopped.)
(...)
(They were practically running now. There's a moment where they think they might've just imagined your voice, but...That doesn't stop him from running. There's a moment of silence from them when they stumble upon you. Then they panic.)
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[He's laying on his side in the grass, somewhat curled up. His eyes are open, but… He doesn’t look there. Like he’s completely dazed. He’s not breathing, not moving at all. Really, he does look dead.]
[Theres a single empty bottle of alcohol off to the side, and his face and ear tips look suspiciously flushed.]
“Ribbon- Ribbon. Hey- Look at me-”
(They rush over to you, kneeling at your side. He cradles your face between his hands, staring at you with so, so much worry.)
[His eyes refocus, though only barely. He leans into your touch, but still… It doesn’t seem like he’s all that present yet.]
“Shit, Ribbon- What happened?-”
(They start to check you for injuries. There- There has to be something they can fix.)
[Theres nothing you can directly see. And… Holy shit you’re actually really pretty. That realisation comes with a blink and a bit of light returning to his eyes. Though he does start crawling on top of you, which just hurts. He whines.] Feelss good…. You.. Mmm, Keir… [He missed having someone like this. He’s in your lap now, his chest pressed against yours, and his arms wrapped around you in some lazy semblance of a hug.]
(Their shoulders relax ever so slightly as you talk, but they’re still tense. Why are you so out of it- He certain alcohol doesn’t make someone act- Act like this!)
“What- What feels good, Ribbon?”
(They’re still searching for injuries. Any sign of one. Anything that would tell them why you’re like this. They also need you to keep talking to them. If- If you’re talking then you’re alive.)
E-Ehv’rythin’.. ‘S hurts… Hehe, mmm… You’re real pretty… [His hands start working their way under the rim of your shirt, and he presses himself closer to you. It sort of forces you backwards a bit.]
[…He wants another drink. One of his hands is taken off from you to summon a new bottle.]
(With one hand, they grab the wrist of the hand that summons a new bottle. Their other wraps itself around your waist.)
“Ribbon, before you take another drink, what do you mean everything hurts?”
(His face had gone pink when you called him pretty. There are…more important things to worry about currently, though.)
’S jus’ th’normal stuhff… [But it’s worse.] Feels… Good…. [His other hand, the one not holding the freaky alcohol, starts trailing up your back from under your shirt. His claws sometimes scratch at your skin.]
[His eyes latch onto your neck. He leans forwards a bit to give your throat a lick, then his eyes go up to meet yours again.] Gunna make me better…?
“…Right. Ribbon, I need you to listen for a moment.”
(They can feel their face getting warmer every time your claws scratch at their back. He needs to focus, though. You’re drunk.)
“I don’t want to do anything to you while you’re drunk. I need you to be of…sound mind before I do anything. As much as I would love to make you feel better, I don’t think that is a good idea.”
(You licking their neck brings memories to the surface. Things that they need to shove down before they’re properly tempted to make you feel better.)
[…He doesn’t look like he processed a word you just said. Instead, he just smiles at you, all teeth. And then he wrenches his wrist from you, uncorks the bottle with his teeth, and takes a large drink of it, swallowing once while there’s still clearly some still in his mouth. And then—]
[And then his lips are suddenly on yours. His hand on your back moves quickly up to the back of your neck, wrapping his claws around it almost. All you can taste from him is alcohol.]
(He had been about to say something. To repeat what he had said, or tell you off for drinking more. But then your lips are on theirs and they can’t seem to think straight.)
(The taste of alcohol is overwhelming. Was there still some in your mouth? He can’t linger on that thought for long. He can’t truly savor the moment because you’re drunk.)
(They move to pull back from you, to break off the kiss. They don’t particularly want to but they’re still feeling rational right now.)
[As soon as you try and pull back, he just brings you into a deeper kiss. A bit of alcohol drips from the corner of his mouth. And then his tongue is forcing its way past your lips, along with a bit of alcohol.]
[His hand drifts from your neck to the back of your head, and half of your shirt has been dragged upwards as he’s moved his arm, exposing a good amount of your skin. He grabs a handful of your hair, not really letting you pull back anymore.]
(There’s a moment where they freeze. They clearly hadn’t expected…well, any of this. He whines into your mouth as his lips part for your tongue. This- This is wrong. You’re drunk.)
(Their hand that had previously held your wrist goes to try and push at your shoulder. To try and get you to back off. He can’t move back, so he needs you to move instead.)
(They don’t pay attention to the fact their shirt has moved. It’s not important right now.)
[It’s only when he’s pushed the rest of the alcohol into your mouth from his does he stop. Slowly, he pulls back, and looks at you with half-lidded eyes. He licks his lips, humming.] Tastes good… Get drunk with me, llove.. Won’t’cha? Plen’y for both’a uss… C’mon, le’s have a bit’a fun! Pleeease…? Wanna forget.. ‘Bout ev’rythin’ I’m… I can do…
[He goes down to start kissing at your neck instead.]
(He swallows the alcohol that had been pushed into his mouth. He stares at you with wide eyes and an extremely flushed face. There’s no way this is actually happening. This has to be a dream…It’s a very realistic one if it is.)
“Ribbon, that- That’s not a good idea.”
(The rational part of their brain is working overdrive, it seems. The kisses you press to their neck make it hard to think, but he can’t be terribly distracted. He needs to find a way to get you…not drunk.)
Mmm… Why’s that..? [His tone just seems…. Sad. But you can tell from the look in his eyes that he’s anything but.] Don’ ya wanna make me happy..? Youu make me sooo happy, you’re sso… Tasty! Could jus’ eat you whole… ‘N you’re so pretty, pin ya up somewhere so I can jus’ look at’cha all th’time… [He wraps the arm that currently holds the alcohol bottle around you in such a way that he can drape the bottle over your shoulder, right next to your face.]
C’monnn! Get drunk wit’ meee! It can be cel’bration for… Not ssuisi- Suicidin’ myself… [Thinking about that, how is he still alive again? Didn’t he slice his cuff? Huh. Maybe this is the afterlife. But he’s not allowed there, so maybe he’s just so stupid he can’t even kill himself right. Wasn’t there a reason he wasn’t supposed to do that? He can’t remember anything! Wow!]
Keirr… Pleasee..? Please won’t ya jus’… ‘ave a bit’a fun..?
(He remains staring at you. That...was a lot to process.)
"Fun? Ribbon, there are other ways to- Wait. Ribbon what do you mean you didn't 'suicide yourself?'"
(His arm that had wrapped around your waist tightens around you. The hand on your shoulder squeezes. He's searching your face for...something. They have a pretty good idea as to what you meant but that- They don't want to think about that. But they need to know.)
Nuh-uh… Nnot anymore… But tha’s ’kay, ‘cause you’re here! You… You’re fun! You’re ffun… ‘N tasty….
[He completely disregards your other question, though his face doesn’t fall. He just looks happy. Maybe a bit manic, actually.]
Won’t’cha kiss me..? Feels good when ya do… [He unwraps his arm from you, leaning back to take a drink from the bottle he has. It burns like hell as it goes down.]
(There's...not much visible on their face other than pure concern.)
"Ribbon that-..."
(He cuts himself off. That's...That's a conversation he needs to have with you when you're sober. You're clearly not going to answer any questions about it right now.)
"...I'm not going to kiss you Ribbon. I don't- I don't know how many times I have to say this, but you're drunk. I don't....want to do something to you that I'm not certain you're fine with."
[His face falls slightly, but it’s quickly brought up again. He pulls back from you, pushing himself off of you in the process. He brings the bottle back up to his mouth and just… Chugs the rest. And he throws it off to the side with an easy smile.] ‘Kay then… See ya.
[He falls to his back, then rolls onto his stomach. A small flash of light, and he has a choker necklace in his hands, the one around his neck clearly not there. He hums a tune as he stares at the thing, kicking his feet a bit. He slowly runs his claws across the surface.]
(They watch as you move away, a brow raised.)
"...Ribbon, I'm not leaving."
(He's not going to just leave you here. Just because you're...weirdly powerful, doesn't mean you're not vulnerable when drunk. They adjust to be sitting cross legged, but other than that they just...sort of watch you.)
Mm, ‘kay. Gunna watch me die then? [He looks back at you, absolutely nothing negative in his eyes. Just a faint glint of hope and excitement. He holds the cuff above his head to wave at you before bringing it back down to continue to mess with it.]
[…He told you about this once, he thinks. What this does, what this is to him.]
‘M gunna go see Bee… Hehe..! [First he just has to work up the courage to.]
(There's a moment where he just stares at you as his brain processes your words. And then he's lunging to grab the cuff from you.)
"That- No! Ribbon, I'm not going to just watch you die!"
[He doesn’t have time to process or react to you lunging for him. He whines when you take it from him, arms falling forward. But he just… Can’t make himself get angry at you. At all. He’s… Missing something.]
[It’s simpler this way, though, isn’t it?]
…What’re ya gunna do wit’that..?
"I- I don't know!"
(They really don't. They just...acted. There wasn't much thought behind what they did.)
"What I do know, is that I'm not just going to watch you kill yourself. That-"
(He's looking at you with...concern? Horror? Some combination of the two? They hold the cuff away from you with one hand, while the other hesitantly reaches for one of your hands.)
"Ribbon, I care too much about you to just watch that happen."
[He thinks…. He might be supposed to be feeling sad right now? Instead, there’s nothing. Huh. That’s not even the alcohol doing that. Well, whatever! He gives you a smile, and lays his head on the grass, looking up at you. He… Misses Bee. At least he still has that. He can’t wait to see it again, one day.]
[He hums, still just gazing up at you.] ‘M not’a good person, love… ‘Ss nice that’ya think you care ffor me though. [He wonders if his death would be pretty. An unfitting end for him, he thinks.]
But… Gotta make a— A choice now, don’t’cha? Puttit on, orrr give it back! But I could jus’ steal it from you again… [Thats a lie. He couldn’t do that even if he had the capacity to want to.]
"Just- Just because you aren't a good person doesn't mean I can't care!"
(Their expression has shifted to...hurt. They're still concerned, obviously so, but...they're hurt. Did you think he didn't care about you? That- Why would he not care? You've been nothing but sweet to him.)
"...Ribbon, I can't- I can't trust you with this," (He shakes the cuff) "Right now. I- I can't risk what will happen if I give it back."
(He doesn't...know how to put it on. If he did, it would've probably already have been on. They can't- They really can't risk losing you. Not like this, at least.)
[He sighs, the rolls over on his back so he can cross his arms at you.] Thenn what’cha gunna do with it, huh? Won’ give it back, won’ puttit on— You gunna fuckin’… Eat it? Or somethin’? Make a choice! Tha’s lit— leh— uh… That’s me you’re holdin’…!
[Still, he sounds more playful than anything.]
(They pause, narrowing their eyes at you. There's a moment of silence before a neutral expression appears on their face. They've let go of your hand and are now holding the cuff with both hands.)
"It's edible?"
Whuh? [He seems confused, but as soon as you say that, the cuff shifts and suddenly, it’s a small, easy to swallow pill. Well. He certainly wasn’t expecting that! He stares completely uncomprehendingly at you, and it doesn’t really help that he’s upside down right now.]
(They look between you and the now pill-like cuff they hold for a moment. And then they put it in their mouth and swallow.)
(It's a weird feeling, it is. Swallowing something akin to a pill without any form of liquid to help it go down. It doesn't help that there's...a shift in something. They can't...figure out what the shift is, but they're aware of it.)
K-Keir?? [Okay he wasn’t being serious. When he said that. A very intense blush works its way up his face. Well! He’s too drunk for this!] You— Stars, you don’ even know what you’re doing!
[Shit fuck shit fuck okay! Great. Looks like he has a new holder. Now he just has to shove down the feelings that comes along with that— Fuck this. He curls into a ball and tries to forget you exist.]
(He shudders once he's completely swallowed the cuff. That...They need a reminder to never do something like that again. Swallowing a pill without water, that is. They stare at you as their shoulders slump. Be it from relief or...some other emotion, not even they know.)
"...Ribbon, I would rather get myself into something that I don't understand than watch you die. You-"
(He cuts himself off, exhaling what would've been words in a shaky breath. They end up sitting down with their knees pulled to their chest. There's...so much they could say here. So much that they want to say. And yet none of the words will flow.)
[He buries his face in his claws and screams. When he’s done with that, he pushes himself upwards. He has to get— Less drunk. Because he has to be effective and efficient. Because that’s what he’s for. Stars— He doesn’t miss this mindset. It doesn’t help that it was so sudden! Whatever.]
[He sits on his knees and looks to you with a smile. If he could be angry right now, there would be much more bite to his tone.] Con-fuckin’-grasluations—[Fuck he’s so good at talking]—youu have complete control over me. Yay for you! High teir summon jus’ for you! I’m allll yours!
Can I— Jus’ go get. Not drunk. Real quick?
(They blink at you several times before their brain catches up to them. Oh. Oh. That was stupid of them to do, wasn't it? You- You had breifly told them about how the cuff worked. About how whoever had it- Oh Goddesses, he just ate the damned thing-)
"Yup! Yeah, that- You go do that."
(He's started to hit his head on his knees. Stupid- Irrational- Idiot.)
Grreat! [He can’t go very far from you but— He disappears in a flash of light. You wait a few seconds, and then he’s back.]
[…Face first on the grass. He groans.] Fuck forgot about hangover— Uhhh, what the fuck is goin’ on? Did you do something…? I… Really wanna do things for you right now…
(They've stopped hitting their head, but it does remain resting on their knees. His face is...essentially hidden by his hair, but their ears are a bright red. Well. No need to hide what they did.)
"...I ate your cuff."
Oh. [That did happen, yes.] Well good job? I’m… Yours now… Uh…
Whyy would you— Do that? Eh, whatever, jus’… Make good use of me…
(...Do you not...remember what happened? Ah. Yes. That is a side effect of being drunk.)
"...Ribbon you tried to kill yourself. And-"
(...)
"...You also kissed me. And when I had told you that I wouldn't- I wasn't going to kiss you. Not like that. When- When I told you that, you asked if I was going to watch you die."
(They're staring at you with this look of horror. Also an embarrassed one, but mostly a look of horror.)
"I wasn't going to just watch- I couldn't just- I didn't- Ribbon that was the most stressed I have been in years. I don't-...I don't know what I would've done if you were actually dead."
[He stares at you, trying to process everything just what you said.] Tried to kill myself… Uh, yeah, wouldn’t be the first time. Don’t really have much to live for anyway now that.. Bees dead. So. I can see that happening…
I can also really see me kissing you. You are really fucking pretty. ‘N you’re tasty too. Fuck being drunk for like a week straight is a bad idea— Feel like shit…
[The idea that someone actually cares enough to prevent his death—albeit in a questionable way—is… foreign. He tries not to think about it much which is easier than it should be, probably.]
"Wouldn't have been the- Ribbon, what the fuck?"
(You calling them pretty again is. It's not helping them think right, that's for certain. That- He can have a mental breakdown about that later. You've tried to do this before?)
(...Also who is Bee?)
Do I look mentally stable to you? ‘Course I’ve tried to fuckin’ kill myself before…. Jus’ wish I actually went through with it… [Then none of this would have happened. Bee would probably still be alive too. He sighs. He’s… Weirdly enough, completely empty. There’s just nothing. Weird.] Aaanyway, seriously, what are you gunna do with me? I can be whatever you want. Jus’ tell me already, won’t you..?
"...I don't want you to be what I want you to be. Why would I want that? That- That's so stupid- Goddesses sake, I'm stupid! You told me what your cuff did--granted not in detail--and I still ate it! Why did I eat it? I could've just- I could've just held onto it! It wouldn't have been that difficult-"
(They groan, their head falling forward to hit their knees again. There's no sound from them aside from their breathing for a moment. Then they're looking up at you again.)
"If you get your cuff back would you- You wouldn't have to listen to me, would you?"
[He listens to your self-deprecating spiel, finding no reason to interrupt. What you’re saying isn’t entirely untrue anyway. There are plenty of other ways you could’ve dealt with the situation. Anyway—]
I don’t really have to listen to you anyway, not after what Shadow did, but I’d just… Really like to? It… Feels nice when I do things right for someone… [Sure, the mindset he’s forced into is a bit tiring, but still. It’s true that feeling accomplished is really nice.]
(Their expression morphs into shock for a second before turning into confusion. That...Huh. He can- He can understand that. Though it's not... It's not the same, obviously not. It's still confusing, though.)
"...You want to. Just- Just because it feels nice?"
’S how I was designed, I can’t change it! Easier to control something when they feel good doing it, no? It’s like a failsafe or something.
[He looks at you, and…. He really wants something from you. Just for you to… Do something to him. Stars, it’s like a need. Maybe if he does something for you you’ll kiss him…]
"...Ribbon. I mean this kindly, but once again. What the fuck."
(Hm. That's...Interesting? It- It's unusual. They shuffle in place for a moment before they just...fall backwards? He ends up lying on his back with his hands covering his face.)
Love it when you’re kind to me… [He huffs, and tries to move over to you because it only feels natural, but— He moves the wrong way and a spike of pain settles throughout his body. He falls back to the ground with a mix of a groan and a whine.] S-Stars— Why does that… Feel good….
(They had planned to just lie there and think, but…Damn you Goddesses for making Ribbon someone he cares about. They uncover their face, to pick their head up and look at you.)
“…Everything…Alright?..”
Yeah… Jus’… Everything feels weird… ‘S all just… Good? I don’t know! It’s all weird! And too much… I don’t wanna deal with this shit right now… [He decides to continue to lay where he is, though he does give you a very sad, pathetic, pleading look for you to do something. He doesn’t exactly care what at this point.]
(They stare at you with a blank face before groaning and letting their head fall back again. Damn you and your...frankly adorable expressions.)
"I'm too sober for this."
(He gets why you got drunk to deal with emotions now...Kinda. Not really. More than he had at least.)
[He huffs, dropping the expression when you look away from him.]
I still have a… Lot of illegally acquired alcohol? If you want some? [To prove his point, he summons another full, unopened bottle and shakes it.]
(Their head is lifted again, though this time they've...somewhat pushed themself up. He gives you a considering look before shrugging.)
"Y'know what? Sure. That- That sounds great. Can't fuck this up any more, can I?"
(He stares for a moment before pushing himself up the rest of the way, moving to be closer to you.)
[He holds the bottle out to you, but doesn’t move from his position. He doesn’t need to feel anything more than what he is now, and moving just makes everything worse. He wonders if you’ll be cute when you’re drunk…]
You probably could. Careful, it’s pretty strong.
[Really, he wouldn’t be surprised if just one of these is more than you can handle.]
(He laughs as he takes the bottle from you. It's...slightly hysterical but that's- That's fine. They're fine.)
"Strong is what I need right now."
(With some struggle, they open the bottle and take a drink. They shudder slightly at the taste. That is- That is terrible. How did you manage to drink this? He grumbles something about teaching you what good alcohol tastes like before taking another drink.)
[He continues to just stare at you with a soft smile. He would have a drink, but… He needs to be at his best for you. So he won’t. But he’ll indulge you as much as you want him to!]
Hehe, yeah, ‘s pretty bad.
(They glare at you, though it seems playful.)
"Why do you drink this? It's so bad."
(Despite this they take another drink. He can ignore the taste. Honestly, the more he drinks it the easier that gets. Which...makes sense. Also the more they drink, the more they realize how cute you are. He could probably carry you easily...Well, not right now, they'd probably drop you. But later...Later they may have to test that.)
Because it’s the strongest stuff I’ve found. [He leans his head on one of his hands. Still, he can’t look away. He wishes you would just run your hands through his hair. Maybe he could teach you how to braid it, if you don’t know already.] It’s easy to get completely wasted on.
"Hm. Fair 'nough."
(He blinks at you slowly, almost like a cat. Huh. They thought you were the cat. Whatever. They hesitate for a moment before they sort of just...collapse into your side.)
"Did you know that you make me feel insane? 'Cause- 'Cause you do."
[As soon as you lean into him, it’s almost like he’s the drunk one. Your touch is like a drug, maybe a reward. What is he even being rewarded for? Whatever, he just knows he likes it. Suddenly, he’s purring uncontrollably, and leaning into you as much as he can.]
Mmm… Why?
"I dunno! You're just-"
(There's a groan as they take another drink. Wow, you were right. This is strong.)
"You're too cute. I wanna just keep you forever. I'm not gunna cuz you're- You don't deserve to be stuck with me. Unless you'd want that. Then you do deserve it."
[He tries to nuzzle in closer to you, nearly wrapping himself completely around you. Still, his purrs only get louder. He looks up to you, and what you can see could only be described as lovesick.] I’d love to be stuck with you… Forever and ever and ever… ‘N you could do whatever you want with me. [Theres a certain lilt to his voice you’ve never really heard from him.] I’m yours, Keir.
[Even this is a bit uncharacteristic of him.]
(Huh. That's...This is probably something that the two of you need to have a conversation about but he's...Hm. He wouldn't be able to phrase anything right, and he's...probably going to forget this happened. Being drunk is weird. Helpful, though. Sometimes. Not really.)
"...Mine?"
(Oh, that...that is a thought. If you were theirs, they could do so much to you. So many things. You could do so much to them. Could they be yours as much as you are theirs?)
(They go to take another drink from the bottle only to find that they've emptied it. There's a suprised blink before he shrugs and places it to the side. Whatever. He has...other things to focus on. Like you! Oh look at you...They could just stay at your side forever. You're so warm...the warmest. There's a giddy smile on their face as they wrap their arms around you.)
[He situates himself so that he’s once again in your lap, though he doesn’t try anything. He’s kind of just goes limp in your arms, continuing to look up at you like you hung the moon.]
Yours.. All yours.
[This is a strange feeling. It’s too… It’s too intense. But he can’t find it in himself to care. He is yours after all, you made him yours. He can’t argue with that fact. It’s actually impossible for him to.]
(He hums in acknowledgment, staring at you with plain adoration clear on his face. One of their hands comes up to cup your face. You truly are adorable. He can think that so many times and it won't get old. Well not to his drunken brain at least. It might get repetitive if they were sober.)
(They're somewhat tempted to see if they could play their harp like this...with you in their lap and with their muddled thoughts. It'd probably be shit, but...It's a tempting thought.)
"I told you that you were the cutest ever, right? That- If I haven't I should've. 'Cause you are. You're the cutest ever. The most cute. Cuter than...Cuter than an otter. And those fuzzy things are cute! But you're cuter."
Hehe… [He sort of looks off to the side, clearly flustered. He leans further into your hand, and his neck is a bit more visible right now, especially without the cuff around it.] You’re really drunk, aren’t you?
[He still doesn’t know how to take a compliment. You can tell from how embarrassed he looks.]
"...'s like you said, that was...strong alcohol."
(They run their thumb over your cheek, watching your face. Hm. They could probably kiss you right now, couldn't they? You...You weren't drunk anymore and you had said that you could see yourself kissing him. Right? That- That would mean you want to kiss them.)
(...)
(The Goddesses are probably laughing at him right now, aren't they?)
(Shaking that thought out of their brain, their eyes dart to your neck. Oh. Your skin is pretty. Well, all of you is. He finds himself leaning down to press a kiss to the side of your neck.)
[As soon as your lips meet his skin, it sends a shiver down his non-existent spine. One of his hands drifts to the back of your head, and his claws dig into your scalp just slight enough for you to really feel it. He whines quietly, and closes his eyes just to make sure he takes in the feeling completely.]
[He leans his head a bit on your shoulder. He saw that look in your eyes, and he wishes you acted on that. Really, he almost did, but he can’t. Not without permission. He pulls you a bit closer to him.]
(You can feel their smile on as they continue to press kisses to your skin. When you grab his hair, he groans. They pull back from your neck, just enough to look at you.)
“…Ribbon, can you look at me?”
..Hm?
[He tries, and ends up making shaky eye contact with you along with a nervous smile. He’s breathing just a bit heavier than usual.]
Y-Yeah?
“Nothin’. J’st wanted t’ see your face.”
(They smile wider.)
“You think you could loosen your grip on my hair?”
(You look even cuter when you’re nervous. He could stare at your eyes forever. And your smile…Really just you.)
[He whines more, but his grip does loosen. Not to mention him being completely flustered and covered in a light blush.]
You— You… [Yeah, it’s hard to talk right now. He still wishes you would just kiss him.]
“Me?”
(They’re teasing now. They’re absolutely teasing you. He’s got a…smug grin on his face and his eyes are shining with entertainment.)
(One of his hands is resting upon the small of your back. The other has moved to the side of your neck. Oh. Was their face always that close to yours? They don’t remember moving.)
[He frowns slightly, though the smile never quite leaves his face.] Youuu… Are a fuckin’ trouble maker… [Immediately, he buries his head under your chin to at least hide a little bit. His hand does go up to meet yours, however, and hold it. He runs his thumb over your fingers gently.]
“Don’ hide… I wanna see your eeyes..”
(They do. They’re truly do want to keep seeing your eyes.)
“Also ‘m the trouble maker?”
(His hand on your back moves to wrap around your waist, almost hugging you to his chest. You’re really warm. It’s like sitting next to a fire.)
[He grumbles, and only huddles closer to you. He doesn’t bother dignifying that. Like this, you can see most of the ground behind him.] You are… Trying to embarrass me… [But he’s not complaining. Anything you do is a gift to him. He would love to be flustered to death by you.]
“Nuh uh…’m just…I dunno…”
(They don’t want to see the ground. That isn’t you. He’s grab your chin, pulling you to look at him again.)
“Jus’…Jus’ wanna…look at you.”
(He wants to kiss you. Hm. That thought is back. They probably could…Hmm. Should they is the question…You’d probably be okay with it…)
(Making their mind up, he presses a kiss to your lips. It’s quick and more of a peck, but it happens.)
Mm… [Its still hard to look at you. You’re just so… He whines. But he tries to work up the confidence to actually say something.] Put me on display, then. Pin me up somewhere so you can look at me all day.
I wouldn’t mind.
[He can sort of sense it when you decide to go in, but he isn’t really ready for the feeling he gets when you actually do it. Immediately he melts into you, and his eyes gain a sort of dazed quality to them. It wasn’t even that much, but he wants more. He's a greedy little thing.]
…You can do better than that, love…
(They had a flush to their face. Be it from your words or the alcohol, it's hard to tell...Probably a mix of the two, honestly. He hums, almost uncertain.)
"I dunno, Ribbon. I might mess something up." (They pause before muttering under their breath.) "Hard enough to kiss when 'm sober."
(Pin you up...Hm. Maybe not. He likes being close to you as well. Likes touching you. That'd be hard to do if you were pinned up somewhere.)
[He hums as well, almost mimicking you really.] You could always let me take the lead. You’re hardly the first person I’ve kissed, you know. Hehe, I’ve even kissed Zomi before you! [Well, more like it kissed him, but he’s not about to go thinking about that too hard. It’s embarrassing. He huffs slightly.]
Though that’s not a bad thing for you, of course, it just means I’ve had practice. Better for you even. [He tilts his head, and then he moves his hands to the back of your neck.] I’ve kissed you once before, haven’t I? Don’t you want more of that? Because all you have to do is give me the go-ahead. I’ll be glad to deliver. Whatever you want from me, Keir. Anything at all.
[He tries to keep himself talking just a bit longer than he would have. He has a strong feeling you like hearing him talk, after all. Suddenly, it’s like his world revolves around you, and solely you. It’s strange, almost, but… He thinks he could get used to it.]
(Their eyes grow hazy the more you talk, but they still stare at you. He's silent as he processes your words. Oh. Oh, but he does want more of that. They want you to kiss them. How do they say that though?)
(He whines. He wants to bury his face in the side of your neck while he tries to figure out how to word things, but he wants to keep staring. You're too pretty to be real. They can touch you, though, which means that you are real. They're silent for a minute longer, and when they do speak, their voice is quiet.)
"...Please. Ribbon, I want that."
[He smiles, and one of his hands moves to hold your cheek.] I just love that look on your face… You really are beautiful. Truly. [Hearing you say it, too, not just seeing that look of want… He leans in close, though not quite close enough quite yet.] Whatever you want, Keir. [It’s a whisper. Just barely loud enough to be heard.]
[He closes the gap, barely giving you time to prepare before his tongue works its way through your lips and into your mouth. He can really barely hold himself back. Both of his hands trail down your front, and you can feel his claws through your shirt. Luckily, it doesn’t rip. He eventually gets to the skin of your stomach, and then he starts working his way under your shirt again.]
(They can feel their face burning. He's obviously not on fire, but he's almost too warm. It's not from you. Your warmth is comforting. They're just overheating.)
(He almost says something before he's cut off by you kissing him. Oh. Oh, that's your tongue. He didn't realize that was a thing you could do. Ever. Oh, but that is nice. They could probably die here. They'd die happy.)
(They barely realize that they're whining into your mouth as their arms wrap further around you. One hand lands on the back of your head, the other essentially trapping you against his chest. They don't even realize that your hands are under their shirt. Or that you could've ripped it. That doesn't matter right now.)
[His claws start to dig into your stomach. He doesn’t know if he accidentally made you bleed or not, but he doesn’t think so. But he would love to feel your blood underneath his hands…]
[It’s hard to make this any deeper than it is, but he tries. He ends up pushing you to the ground in the process, accompanied by a sort of possessive growl that you can feel in your chest with how close you are to him. And he cant get enough of the little sounds you make, either. He wants more of those, so he only kisses you harder. His claws dig deeper into your skin, scratching at it. Right now, to him, the only thing that matters in the world is you.]
(He almost wants your claws in their stomach, but that...Does he have potions on him? If they do then you could- They can't remember, though. And you kissing them is making it harder to think back on what they have.)
(When his back hits the ground, he grunts but quickly adjusts. He's holding you so gently, but also so securely. They don't want to let you go. They don't want you to move back. Eventually they'll have to but...that...isn't important right now.)
(They groan around your tongue as your claws continue to dig into their skin. They want you to leave deeper scratches. He wants it to scar. He already has your bite marks on his skin, what would a couple scratches be compared to that?)
[You’re the one thats in control of him, right now. But with you under him like this, it’s hard to remind himself of that fact. It’s so easy to get lost in things like this, especially now. He cant help but wonder— Is this what you’ll use him for during the time you have him? He wouldn’t mind, not at all. It feels too good for him to mind.]
[He continues to scratch at your skin, but it never goes all that deep. He doesn’t know if he’s even allowed to hurt you right now, but stars, does he want to. Hurting things is his specialty, it’s what he was made to do. Its only right that he shares that with you, isn’t it? But he doesn’t, not yet, not until you tell him to.]
(They don't realize why you haven't done anything for a moment longer than they would've liked. Reluctantly, he pulls his head back. Just enough to break the kiss so they can talk. And breath. That's something they forgot to do. His chest is rising and falling fast, but not to the point of hyperventilating.)
"Ribbon- Ribbon. Please. I want..."
(How do they phrase this without seeming too odd.)
"I want you to scar me."
(Hm. That works. If you think they're weird, they'll...figure that out...Hm. They want to go back to kissing you now, but they want to hear your response.)
[As soon as you pull away, you realise he’s just… Not breathing, not whatsoever. But he doesn’t seem concerned, or even affected.] Scar you, hm..? [It takes him a second to get off the high that is all of this… This. And actually process your words. When he does, he smirks.] I could… But what will you give me in return? [Really, he has no right to be saying that. But he cant help himself.] Awfully big favor you’re asking of me there, you know. You’ll have to repay it somehow.
[If you ask again, he’ll do it without hesitation. But still. He can still want things as of now, and that is certainly something he wants from you. Anything, really, just for you to do something to him.]
(You're making them think? That- They whine. They can't think. Not when you stare at them like that.)
"I-"
(He cuts himself off with another whine. They hadn't processed the fact you weren't breathing before, but that- You- How can you be this unaffected?)
"Ribbon, please. Anything. I- I'll do anything. Just- Just please."
(Oh, that's...more than they meant to say. Hm. Oh well. Not important. Really, it isn't.)
[…This is fun.] Not very specific, are you? Fine, fine, I’ll let you have creative freedom when it comes to paying me back. The sooner the better!
[Finally, his claws break skin, digging into your abdomen. He can feel the blood, and his smile grows. Slowly, he starts dragging his claws downwards. He doesn’t go back in for another kiss, instead, just watching you. Watching for your reactions.]
(Their face scrunches up from the pain, but there's also a clear joy on their face. They're smiling, oh so happily.)
"Tha- Thank you, Ribbon- So good. You're so good for me. Could stay like this forever. Jus'- Jus' yours. Let you do whatever."
(He's rambling. He absolutely is. You've barely done anything and they're already a mess. It's probably the alcohol's fault, but you'd probably be able to get them like this without it, as well. His breath hitches every so often and whines interrupt their speech, but they push through it.)
[He wants to feel your organs against his claws again. He lets out a shaky breath— Just one, and then he goes quiet again. His claws continue to drag down your skin, creating deep gashes, very purposeful gashes. The blood stains your shirt, just a bit.]
[And— Stars, he cant help it when his blush intensifies at your words. He whines, and he wants more of that. His entire purpose is to be good for you, it’s what he was made for. He loves the sound of those words in your voice. He wants to pry them out of you.]
(They pull you down into another kiss. It's short, but it's sweet. He pulls away from you, but he just moves his face to your shoulder, burying his face into your neck.)
"So good. You'd-" (He muffles a whine by pressing his face further into your neck.) "You'd do anything I asked, wouldn't you? I could tell you to never stop. 'm not gunna, but I could."
(They don't care about their shirt. They can replace it. Or wash it. They wonder if you're aware they're still scared from when you bit them. He's certainly not going to point it out. That'd be embarrassing. He could've easily healed the marks with a potion...Dunno why he didn't.)
"So, so good for me."
[He whines again. Your words are getting to his head. His claws stop for a second, only to go back to the top of the gashes and go over them again.] Of course… Anything, I’d do anything you want me to… [This feeling really does just make him feel drunk off of it. Off of what, exactly, he’s not sure. But as long as you have his cuff, he can’t help but be addicted.] Wanna be good for you…
‘N then you can do whatever you want with me. I could be your toy, and you—[Stars, he wants that. He takes a breath.]—and you could do anything to me. Please, hurt me, you do it so well, I jus’—[Another breath, his claws keep gouging lines into your abdomen.]—just please, stars, let me be your plaything… Won’t you? I’ll do anything you ask….
(The pain of having your claws in their abdomen is catching up to them, stealing the breath that they would've used to speak. They muffle a groan of pain by biting your neck. He doesn't let go for a while, and when he does let go he just bites a new spot. Their teeth aren't sharp enough to do any real damage, but they bite nonetheless.)
(Their arms have ended up loosely wrapped around your torso by this point. They'd squeeze you to their chest again if they weren't so out of it.)
[He closes his eyes, whining at the feeling of you biting him. It’s been so long since he’s been bitten by anyone— He forgot how good it feels. And there isn’t even any instinct to push you away now that his cuff isn’t there.] More, please— Please, jus’— Just a bit more… [Its still not enough for him.]
[He can feel bits of your flesh gather under his claws. He cant wait to lick his fingers of your blood.]
(He wants to leave his bite marks in your skin like you did to him. That- Huh. That's an interesting thought. They'll...think about that later. For now, they pull back to look at your face.)
"More what?"
(They're teasing. He really shouldn't be, given that you could easily dig your claws into somewhere new to scar them, but he can't help it! You're just- You get so cute when he teases you.)
[He’s a little disappointed when you pull away, and then you say that. And then he looks at you like you’ve personally offended him, momentarily snapped out of the swirl of nothing that you were quickly turning his mind into. He flushes harder all the while.] You— Don’t make me ask for it, thats just mean! I don’t even know in the first place… [He surrenders slightly more back into the fog covering his mind, and you can see it on his face, too. The way his pupils dilate just a bit.] But… Anything?
[He just wants you right now.]
Please, just do anything to me, I don’t care! Whatever you come up with I’ll do, just as long as its you… Please…
(He nearly laughs, but instead they find themself rendered silent at your expression. They can't help but stare again. Hm. You really are pretty. He could probably find a pictobox somewhere...You'd make a lovely subject.)
"...M'kay."
(They aren't sure what to do, but a glance around the area surrounding them gives them an idea. Their eyes land upon a rock...This idea isn't sanitary in the slightest but...)
(Reaching out, they grab the rock. There's a moment of hesitance before he's holding it up to your face.)
"Do you think you could keep this in your throat?"
Whuh? [Well that was… Okay, he’s still trying to process what you just asked him to do. He stares at you confusedly for a while, glancing at the rock a few times and then back at you.] I’m not a storage system… But I can try?
[You want him to. Thats a good enough reason, he thinks. Still, he can’t help but be a bit nervous.] I’m not that big either…
"It's okay. I can help."
(He smiles, blinking at you.)
"I'd also like you to try and talk around it, once it's in place."
(They have no idea what they're doing but they're sure it'll end...well...Honestly they just want to hear your voice get more and more strained.)
[He whines, but… Nods anyway.] I can do that, I think. Just… Be as rough as you like.
[He looks up at you, but otherwise doesn’t do anything. The look in his eyes tells you that you’re going to have to do most of the work here if you want it done at all.]
"M'kay. Can you open your mouth for me, Ribbon?"
(His hand that isn't holding the rock has grabbed your chin. They're looking at you with an oh-so-gentle glint in their eye.)
"It's okay if you can't. I can open it for you, but it'd be easier if you did it."
[His ears raise slightly, and you can see mischief in his eyes. And then—] Oh, shame, it seems I can’t… [During the whole time he talks, his mouth doesn’t open. The only thing you get is a sly smile and him leaning a bit further into your touch.] Looks like you’ll have to make me.
(They laugh. Of course. What else should they have expected?)
"Oh, truly what a shame."
(He simply sits there for a moment before he's pressing his thumb against your lips and into your mouth. They're not exactly gentle, but they're not truly rough either.)
[Easily, he parts his lips for you. He continues to stare unblinkingly into your eyes, however, waiting for you to continue. He cant help but lick at your thumb a little, and you can feel what almost might be raised lines carved into the surface of his tongue. Not only that, but his tongue is forked too, which was pretty obvious— Now he just makes it more obvious by sort of grabbing your thumb with his tongue, both ends of it wrapping around you.]
[Still, he waits for you to continue. He’s getting a little impatient, though.]
(His brow furrows at the odd feeling on your tongue. He hadn't noticed that before. Hm. Maybe he'll ask about that later.)
"You really are so good for me, aren't you?"
(They stare at the rock for a moment before bringing it up to your lips again, pushing it into your mouth. There's a smile on their face the entire time.)
[He lets go of you, and whines slightly. It tastes— Like a rock. He’s licked plenty of rocks in his time of existence, sure, but that doesn’t mean it’s a pleasant taste. No, he doesn’t know why he kept trying it again, and this probably isn’t going to stop him from doing it more, either. Anyhow, he… Doesn’t think he can swallow this. It’s a bit too… Big, for him especially. He tries to move it around in his mouth, but really, theres so little space that he just can’t. He looks back up to you, sort of questioning. You have to have realised that it’s a bit difficult for him to get any of this down, right? He whines again, just for good measure.]
(They just smile at you. Internally they're panicking a tad but that's due to their poor planning.)
"It's okay, I said I'd help, didn't I?"
(They continue to push the rock further and further into your mouth. They pause every so often, but other than that it's a constant thing.)
[He whines again, a bit cut off, but eagerly accepts the challenge. He tries his best to relax himself for you, and he takes it… Surprisingly well. Though it does take him a second to hold back a choke when you push it far enough, but he gets used to the odd sensation of having something forced down his throat fairly quickly. He still has to hold back the occasional choke, but otherwise, he seems fine. You could probably even go faster, if you wanted to. He wouldn’t mind that at all. In fact, you can feel him sort of pushing against you as well.]
[At some point his eyes had closed from the effort of keeping himself in check, but they open again just to try and beg without words. He did tell you to be rough with him, didn’t he? He wants you to treat him like a plaything, really. The sooner the better.]
(He laughs. It's fond and gooey and all sorts of feelings wrapped into a single sound.)
"Am I not doing what you want?"
(They continue to push the rock further into your throat. Their hand is very much in your mouth now. You could easily bite it off. He doesn't really like the idea of that happening, but it's a thought that just reminds it of what you're capable of.)
"Am I not being rough enough? Or did you want me to be gentler?"
(He knows what you want. He obviously does from the glint in his eye. That doesn't stop him from teasing still.)
[He whines, but its a bit more broken than usual. It’s a desperate sound. You can see him try to swallow, but it does nothing without your fingers pushing it deeper. He keeps trying nonetheless, otherwise he’ll choke. His head sort of shifts into being tipped up slightly, hoping that it’ll make it just a bit easier for you.]
[Really, he can barely pay attention to your words with everything happening. If you felt his throat from the outside, then you could definitely feel the rock being pushed in under his skin. You’d probably even be able to see it, just a bit. His eyes focus back on you, from their previous completely out of it gaze— Just to stare at you. He knows that you know what he wants.]
"M'kay. I get it."
(Nothing but fondness can be seen on their face. Well, there is some embarrassment, but that...may just be leftover from what they had asked you to do.)
(Their eyes drift from your eyes to your neck. Oh. Oh, that's a sight. He simple stares for a moment before his unoccupied hand comes up to hold your throat. Their eyes dart back up to yours, almost silently asking for reassurance that this is okay.)
[The blush on his face grows slightly as you stare, and then he whines again quietly when you touch. But he gives you a small nod nonetheless. You don’t even need to ask permission with him.]
[…But he is getting impatient. Snakily, his hand grabs your wrist, and tries to force you to continue.]
(They laugh again.)
"Impatient, aren't you."
(They do continue, no matter what they say. They're getting a little impatient with themself as well. He squeezes your neck as he pushes the rock further and further. He doesn't stop, this time. He just continues to push.)
(He had been walking around aimlessly when he heard...talking. He could only hear one voice, but it sounded like you. He had started towards you, but the talking...stopped.)
(...)
(They were practically running now. There's a moment where they think they might've just imagined your voice, but...That doesn't stop him from running. There's a moment of silence from them when they stumble upon you. Then they panic.)
( @a-random-bard )
[He's laying on his side in the grass, somewhat curled up. His eyes are open, but… He doesn’t look there. Like he’s completely dazed. He’s not breathing, not moving at all. Really, he does look dead.]
[Theres a single empty bottle of alcohol off to the side, and his face and ear tips look suspiciously flushed.]
“Ribbon- Ribbon. Hey- Look at me-”
(They rush over to you, kneeling at your side. He cradles your face between his hands, staring at you with so, so much worry.)
[His eyes refocus, though only barely. He leans into your touch, but still… It doesn’t seem like he’s all that present yet.]
“Shit, Ribbon- What happened?-”
(They start to check you for injuries. There- There has to be something they can fix.)
[Theres nothing you can directly see. And… Holy shit you’re actually really pretty. That realisation comes with a blink and a bit of light returning to his eyes. Though he does start crawling on top of you, which just hurts. He whines.] Feelss good…. You.. Mmm, Keir… [He missed having someone like this. He’s in your lap now, his chest pressed against yours, and his arms wrapped around you in some lazy semblance of a hug.]
(Their shoulders relax ever so slightly as you talk, but they’re still tense. Why are you so out of it- He certain alcohol doesn’t make someone act- Act like this!)
“What- What feels good, Ribbon?”
(They’re still searching for injuries. Any sign of one. Anything that would tell them why you’re like this. They also need you to keep talking to them. If- If you’re talking then you’re alive.)
E-Ehv’rythin’.. ‘S hurts… Hehe, mmm… You’re real pretty… [His hands start working their way under the rim of your shirt, and he presses himself closer to you. It sort of forces you backwards a bit.]
[…He wants another drink. One of his hands is taken off from you to summon a new bottle.]
(With one hand, they grab the wrist of the hand that summons a new bottle. Their other wraps itself around your waist.)
“Ribbon, before you take another drink, what do you mean everything hurts?”
(His face had gone pink when you called him pretty. There are…more important things to worry about currently, though.)
’S jus’ th’normal stuhff… [But it’s worse.] Feels… Good…. [His other hand, the one not holding the freaky alcohol, starts trailing up your back from under your shirt. His claws sometimes scratch at your skin.]
[His eyes latch onto your neck. He leans forwards a bit to give your throat a lick, then his eyes go up to meet yours again.] Gunna make me better…?
“…Right. Ribbon, I need you to listen for a moment.”
(They can feel their face getting warmer every time your claws scratch at their back. He needs to focus, though. You’re drunk.)
“I don’t want to do anything to you while you’re drunk. I need you to be of…sound mind before I do anything. As much as I would love to make you feel better, I don’t think that is a good idea.”
(You licking their neck brings memories to the surface. Things that they need to shove down before they’re properly tempted to make you feel better.)
[…He doesn’t look like he processed a word you just said. Instead, he just smiles at you, all teeth. And then he wrenches his wrist from you, uncorks the bottle with his teeth, and takes a large drink of it, swallowing once while there’s still clearly some still in his mouth. And then—]
[And then his lips are suddenly on yours. His hand on your back moves quickly up to the back of your neck, wrapping his claws around it almost. All you can taste from him is alcohol.]
(He had been about to say something. To repeat what he had said, or tell you off for drinking more. But then your lips are on theirs and they can’t seem to think straight.)
(The taste of alcohol is overwhelming. Was there still some in your mouth? He can’t linger on that thought for long. He can’t truly savor the moment because you’re drunk.)
(They move to pull back from you, to break off the kiss. They don’t particularly want to but they’re still feeling rational right now.)
[As soon as you try and pull back, he just brings you into a deeper kiss. A bit of alcohol drips from the corner of his mouth. And then his tongue is forcing its way past your lips, along with a bit of alcohol.]
[His hand drifts from your neck to the back of your head, and half of your shirt has been dragged upwards as he’s moved his arm, exposing a good amount of your skin. He grabs a handful of your hair, not really letting you pull back anymore.]
(There’s a moment where they freeze. They clearly hadn’t expected…well, any of this. He whines into your mouth as his lips part for your tongue. This- This is wrong. You’re drunk.)
(Their hand that had previously held your wrist goes to try and push at your shoulder. To try and get you to back off. He can’t move back, so he needs you to move instead.)
(They don’t pay attention to the fact their shirt has moved. It’s not important right now.)
[It’s only when he’s pushed the rest of the alcohol into your mouth from his does he stop. Slowly, he pulls back, and looks at you with half-lidded eyes. He licks his lips, humming.] Tastes good… Get drunk with me, llove.. Won’t’cha? Plen’y for both’a uss… C’mon, le’s have a bit’a fun! Pleeease…? Wanna forget.. ‘Bout ev’rythin’ I’m… I can do…
[He goes down to start kissing at your neck instead.]
(He swallows the alcohol that had been pushed into his mouth. He stares at you with wide eyes and an extremely flushed face. There’s no way this is actually happening. This has to be a dream…It’s a very realistic one if it is.)
“Ribbon, that- That’s not a good idea.”
(The rational part of their brain is working overdrive, it seems. The kisses you press to their neck make it hard to think, but he can’t be terribly distracted. He needs to find a way to get you…not drunk.)
Mmm… Why’s that..? [His tone just seems…. Sad. But you can tell from the look in his eyes that he’s anything but.] Don’ ya wanna make me happy..? Youu make me sooo happy, you’re sso… Tasty! Could jus’ eat you whole… ‘N you’re so pretty, pin ya up somewhere so I can jus’ look at’cha all th’time… [He wraps the arm that currently holds the alcohol bottle around you in such a way that he can drape the bottle over your shoulder, right next to your face.]
C’monnn! Get drunk wit’ meee! It can be cel’bration for… Not ssuisi- Suicidin’ myself… [Thinking about that, how is he still alive again? Didn’t he slice his cuff? Huh. Maybe this is the afterlife. But he’s not allowed there, so maybe he’s just so stupid he can’t even kill himself right. Wasn’t there a reason he wasn’t supposed to do that? He can’t remember anything! Wow!]
Keirr… Pleasee..? Please won’t ya jus’… ‘ave a bit’a fun..?
(He remains staring at you. That...was a lot to process.)
"Fun? Ribbon, there are other ways to- Wait. Ribbon what do you mean you didn't 'suicide yourself?'"
(His arm that had wrapped around your waist tightens around you. The hand on your shoulder squeezes. He's searching your face for...something. They have a pretty good idea as to what you meant but that- They don't want to think about that. But they need to know.)
Nuh-uh… Nnot anymore… But tha’s ’kay, ‘cause you’re here! You… You’re fun! You’re ffun… ‘N tasty….
[He completely disregards your other question, though his face doesn’t fall. He just looks happy. Maybe a bit manic, actually.]
Won’t’cha kiss me..? Feels good when ya do… [He unwraps his arm from you, leaning back to take a drink from the bottle he has. It burns like hell as it goes down.]
(There's...not much visible on their face other than pure concern.)
"Ribbon that-..."
(He cuts himself off. That's...That's a conversation he needs to have with you when you're sober. You're clearly not going to answer any questions about it right now.)
"...I'm not going to kiss you Ribbon. I don't- I don't know how many times I have to say this, but you're drunk. I don't....want to do something to you that I'm not certain you're fine with."
[His face falls slightly, but it’s quickly brought up again. He pulls back from you, pushing himself off of you in the process. He brings the bottle back up to his mouth and just… Chugs the rest. And he throws it off to the side with an easy smile.] ‘Kay then… See ya.
[He falls to his back, then rolls onto his stomach. A small flash of light, and he has a choker necklace in his hands, the one around his neck clearly not there. He hums a tune as he stares at the thing, kicking his feet a bit. He slowly runs his claws across the surface.]
(They watch as you move away, a brow raised.)
"...Ribbon, I'm not leaving."
(He's not going to just leave you here. Just because you're...weirdly powerful, doesn't mean you're not vulnerable when drunk. They adjust to be sitting cross legged, but other than that they just...sort of watch you.)
Mm, ‘kay. Gunna watch me die then? [He looks back at you, absolutely nothing negative in his eyes. Just a faint glint of hope and excitement. He holds the cuff above his head to wave at you before bringing it back down to continue to mess with it.]
[…He told you about this once, he thinks. What this does, what this is to him.]
‘M gunna go see Bee… Hehe..! [First he just has to work up the courage to.]
(There's a moment where he just stares at you as his brain processes your words. And then he's lunging to grab the cuff from you.)
"That- No! Ribbon, I'm not going to just watch you die!"
[He doesn’t have time to process or react to you lunging for him. He whines when you take it from him, arms falling forward. But he just… Can’t make himself get angry at you. At all. He’s… Missing something.]
[It’s simpler this way, though, isn’t it?]
…What’re ya gunna do wit’that..?
"I- I don't know!"
(They really don't. They just...acted. There wasn't much thought behind what they did.)
"What I do know, is that I'm not just going to watch you kill yourself. That-"
(He's looking at you with...concern? Horror? Some combination of the two? They hold the cuff away from you with one hand, while the other hesitantly reaches for one of your hands.)
"Ribbon, I care too much about you to just watch that happen."
[He thinks…. He might be supposed to be feeling sad right now? Instead, there’s nothing. Huh. That’s not even the alcohol doing that. Well, whatever! He gives you a smile, and lays his head on the grass, looking up at you. He… Misses Bee. At least he still has that. He can’t wait to see it again, one day.]
[He hums, still just gazing up at you.] ‘M not’a good person, love… ‘Ss nice that’ya think you care ffor me though. [He wonders if his death would be pretty. An unfitting end for him, he thinks.]
But… Gotta make a— A choice now, don’t’cha? Puttit on, orrr give it back! But I could jus’ steal it from you again… [Thats a lie. He couldn’t do that even if he had the capacity to want to.]
"Just- Just because you aren't a good person doesn't mean I can't care!"
(Their expression has shifted to...hurt. They're still concerned, obviously so, but...they're hurt. Did you think he didn't care about you? That- Why would he not care? You've been nothing but sweet to him.)
"...Ribbon, I can't- I can't trust you with this," (He shakes the cuff) "Right now. I- I can't risk what will happen if I give it back."
(He doesn't...know how to put it on. If he did, it would've probably already have been on. They can't- They really can't risk losing you. Not like this, at least.)
[He sighs, the rolls over on his back so he can cross his arms at you.] Thenn what’cha gunna do with it, huh? Won’ give it back, won’ puttit on— You gunna fuckin’… Eat it? Or somethin’? Make a choice! Tha’s lit— leh— uh… That’s me you’re holdin’…!
[Still, he sounds more playful than anything.]
(They pause, narrowing their eyes at you. There's a moment of silence before a neutral expression appears on their face. They've let go of your hand and are now holding the cuff with both hands.)
"It's edible?"
Whuh? [He seems confused, but as soon as you say that, the cuff shifts and suddenly, it’s a small, easy to swallow pill. Well. He certainly wasn’t expecting that! He stares completely uncomprehendingly at you, and it doesn’t really help that he’s upside down right now.]
(They look between you and the now pill-like cuff they hold for a moment. And then they put it in their mouth and swallow.)
(It's a weird feeling, it is. Swallowing something akin to a pill without any form of liquid to help it go down. It doesn't help that there's...a shift in something. They can't...figure out what the shift is, but they're aware of it.)
K-Keir?? [Okay he wasn’t being serious. When he said that. A very intense blush works its way up his face. Well! He’s too drunk for this!] You— Stars, you don’ even know what you’re doing!
[Shit fuck shit fuck okay! Great. Looks like he has a new holder. Now he just has to shove down the feelings that comes along with that— Fuck this. He curls into a ball and tries to forget you exist.]
(He shudders once he's completely swallowed the cuff. That...They need a reminder to never do something like that again. Swallowing a pill without water, that is. They stare at you as their shoulders slump. Be it from relief or...some other emotion, not even they know.)
"...Ribbon, I would rather get myself into something that I don't understand than watch you die. You-"
(He cuts himself off, exhaling what would've been words in a shaky breath. They end up sitting down with their knees pulled to their chest. There's...so much they could say here. So much that they want to say. And yet none of the words will flow.)
[He buries his face in his claws and screams. When he’s done with that, he pushes himself upwards. He has to get— Less drunk. Because he has to be effective and efficient. Because that’s what he’s for. Stars— He doesn’t miss this mindset. It doesn’t help that it was so sudden! Whatever.]
[He sits on his knees and looks to you with a smile. If he could be angry right now, there would be much more bite to his tone.] Con-fuckin’-grasluations—[Fuck he’s so good at talking]—youu have complete control over me. Yay for you! High teir summon jus’ for you! I’m allll yours!
Can I— Jus’ go get. Not drunk. Real quick?
(They blink at you several times before their brain catches up to them. Oh. Oh. That was stupid of them to do, wasn't it? You- You had breifly told them about how the cuff worked. About how whoever had it- Oh Goddesses, he just ate the damned thing-)
"Yup! Yeah, that- You go do that."
(He's started to hit his head on his knees. Stupid- Irrational- Idiot.)
Grreat! [He can’t go very far from you but— He disappears in a flash of light. You wait a few seconds, and then he’s back.]
[…Face first on the grass. He groans.] Fuck forgot about hangover— Uhhh, what the fuck is goin’ on? Did you do something…? I… Really wanna do things for you right now…
(They've stopped hitting their head, but it does remain resting on their knees. His face is...essentially hidden by his hair, but their ears are a bright red. Well. No need to hide what they did.)
"...I ate your cuff."
Oh. [That did happen, yes.] Well good job? I’m… Yours now… Uh…
Whyy would you— Do that? Eh, whatever, jus’… Make good use of me…
(...Do you not...remember what happened? Ah. Yes. That is a side effect of being drunk.)
"...Ribbon you tried to kill yourself. And-"
(...)
"...You also kissed me. And when I had told you that I wouldn't- I wasn't going to kiss you. Not like that. When- When I told you that, you asked if I was going to watch you die."
(They're staring at you with this look of horror. Also an embarrassed one, but mostly a look of horror.)
"I wasn't going to just watch- I couldn't just- I didn't- Ribbon that was the most stressed I have been in years. I don't-...I don't know what I would've done if you were actually dead."
[He stares at you, trying to process everything just what you said.] Tried to kill myself… Uh, yeah, wouldn’t be the first time. Don’t really have much to live for anyway now that.. Bees dead. So. I can see that happening…
I can also really see me kissing you. You are really fucking pretty. ‘N you’re tasty too. Fuck being drunk for like a week straight is a bad idea— Feel like shit…
[The idea that someone actually cares enough to prevent his death—albeit in a questionable way—is… foreign. He tries not to think about it much which is easier than it should be, probably.]
"Wouldn't have been the- Ribbon, what the fuck?"
(You calling them pretty again is. It's not helping them think right, that's for certain. That- He can have a mental breakdown about that later. You've tried to do this before?)
(...Also who is Bee?)
Do I look mentally stable to you? ‘Course I’ve tried to fuckin’ kill myself before…. Jus’ wish I actually went through with it… [Then none of this would have happened. Bee would probably still be alive too. He sighs. He’s… Weirdly enough, completely empty. There’s just nothing. Weird.] Aaanyway, seriously, what are you gunna do with me? I can be whatever you want. Jus’ tell me already, won’t you..?
"...I don't want you to be what I want you to be. Why would I want that? That- That's so stupid- Goddesses sake, I'm stupid! You told me what your cuff did--granted not in detail--and I still ate it! Why did I eat it? I could've just- I could've just held onto it! It wouldn't have been that difficult-"
(They groan, their head falling forward to hit their knees again. There's no sound from them aside from their breathing for a moment. Then they're looking up at you again.)
"If you get your cuff back would you- You wouldn't have to listen to me, would you?"
[He listens to your self-deprecating spiel, finding no reason to interrupt. What you’re saying isn’t entirely untrue anyway. There are plenty of other ways you could’ve dealt with the situation. Anyway—]
I don’t really have to listen to you anyway, not after what Shadow did, but I’d just… Really like to? It… Feels nice when I do things right for someone… [Sure, the mindset he’s forced into is a bit tiring, but still. It’s true that feeling accomplished is really nice.]
(Their expression morphs into shock for a second before turning into confusion. That...Huh. He can- He can understand that. Though it's not... It's not the same, obviously not. It's still confusing, though.)
"...You want to. Just- Just because it feels nice?"
’S how I was designed, I can’t change it! Easier to control something when they feel good doing it, no? It’s like a failsafe or something.
[He looks at you, and…. He really wants something from you. Just for you to… Do something to him. Stars, it’s like a need. Maybe if he does something for you you’ll kiss him…]
"...Ribbon. I mean this kindly, but once again. What the fuck."
(Hm. That's...Interesting? It- It's unusual. They shuffle in place for a moment before they just...fall backwards? He ends up lying on his back with his hands covering his face.)
Love it when you’re kind to me… [He huffs, and tries to move over to you because it only feels natural, but— He moves the wrong way and a spike of pain settles throughout his body. He falls back to the ground with a mix of a groan and a whine.] S-Stars— Why does that… Feel good….
(They had planned to just lie there and think, but…Damn you Goddesses for making Ribbon someone he cares about. They uncover their face, to pick their head up and look at you.)
“…Everything…Alright?..”
Yeah… Jus’… Everything feels weird… ‘S all just… Good? I don’t know! It’s all weird! And too much… I don’t wanna deal with this shit right now… [He decides to continue to lay where he is, though he does give you a very sad, pathetic, pleading look for you to do something. He doesn’t exactly care what at this point.]
(They stare at you with a blank face before groaning and letting their head fall back again. Damn you and your...frankly adorable expressions.)
"I'm too sober for this."
(He gets why you got drunk to deal with emotions now...Kinda. Not really. More than he had at least.)
[He huffs, dropping the expression when you look away from him.]
I still have a… Lot of illegally acquired alcohol? If you want some? [To prove his point, he summons another full, unopened bottle and shakes it.]
(Their head is lifted again, though this time they've...somewhat pushed themself up. He gives you a considering look before shrugging.)
"Y'know what? Sure. That- That sounds great. Can't fuck this up any more, can I?"
(He stares for a moment before pushing himself up the rest of the way, moving to be closer to you.)
[He holds the bottle out to you, but doesn’t move from his position. He doesn’t need to feel anything more than what he is now, and moving just makes everything worse. He wonders if you’ll be cute when you’re drunk…]
You probably could. Careful, it’s pretty strong.
[Really, he wouldn’t be surprised if just one of these is more than you can handle.]
(He laughs as he takes the bottle from you. It's...slightly hysterical but that's- That's fine. They're fine.)
"Strong is what I need right now."
(With some struggle, they open the bottle and take a drink. They shudder slightly at the taste. That is- That is terrible. How did you manage to drink this? He grumbles something about teaching you what good alcohol tastes like before taking another drink.)
[He continues to just stare at you with a soft smile. He would have a drink, but… He needs to be at his best for you. So he won’t. But he’ll indulge you as much as you want him to!]
Hehe, yeah, ‘s pretty bad.
(They glare at you, though it seems playful.)
"Why do you drink this? It's so bad."
(Despite this they take another drink. He can ignore the taste. Honestly, the more he drinks it the easier that gets. Which...makes sense. Also the more they drink, the more they realize how cute you are. He could probably carry you easily...Well, not right now, they'd probably drop you. But later...Later they may have to test that.)
Because it’s the strongest stuff I’ve found. [He leans his head on one of his hands. Still, he can’t look away. He wishes you would just run your hands through his hair. Maybe he could teach you how to braid it, if you don’t know already.] It’s easy to get completely wasted on.
"Hm. Fair 'nough."
(He blinks at you slowly, almost like a cat. Huh. They thought you were the cat. Whatever. They hesitate for a moment before they sort of just...collapse into your side.)
"Did you know that you make me feel insane? 'Cause- 'Cause you do."
[As soon as you lean into him, it’s almost like he’s the drunk one. Your touch is like a drug, maybe a reward. What is he even being rewarded for? Whatever, he just knows he likes it. Suddenly, he’s purring uncontrollably, and leaning into you as much as he can.]
Mmm… Why?
"I dunno! You're just-"
(There's a groan as they take another drink. Wow, you were right. This is strong.)
"You're too cute. I wanna just keep you forever. I'm not gunna cuz you're- You don't deserve to be stuck with me. Unless you'd want that. Then you do deserve it."
[He tries to nuzzle in closer to you, nearly wrapping himself completely around you. Still, his purrs only get louder. He looks up to you, and what you can see could only be described as lovesick.] I’d love to be stuck with you… Forever and ever and ever… ‘N you could do whatever you want with me. [Theres a certain lilt to his voice you’ve never really heard from him.] I’m yours, Keir.
[Even this is a bit uncharacteristic of him.]
(Huh. That's...This is probably something that the two of you need to have a conversation about but he's...Hm. He wouldn't be able to phrase anything right, and he's...probably going to forget this happened. Being drunk is weird. Helpful, though. Sometimes. Not really.)
"...Mine?"
(Oh, that...that is a thought. If you were theirs, they could do so much to you. So many things. You could do so much to them. Could they be yours as much as you are theirs?)
(They go to take another drink from the bottle only to find that they've emptied it. There's a suprised blink before he shrugs and places it to the side. Whatever. He has...other things to focus on. Like you! Oh look at you...They could just stay at your side forever. You're so warm...the warmest. There's a giddy smile on their face as they wrap their arms around you.)
[He situates himself so that he’s once again in your lap, though he doesn’t try anything. He’s kind of just goes limp in your arms, continuing to look up at you like you hung the moon.]
Yours.. All yours.
[This is a strange feeling. It’s too… It’s too intense. But he can’t find it in himself to care. He is yours after all, you made him yours. He can’t argue with that fact. It’s actually impossible for him to.]
(He hums in acknowledgment, staring at you with plain adoration clear on his face. One of their hands comes up to cup your face. You truly are adorable. He can think that so many times and it won't get old. Well not to his drunken brain at least. It might get repetitive if they were sober.)
(They're somewhat tempted to see if they could play their harp like this...with you in their lap and with their muddled thoughts. It'd probably be shit, but...It's a tempting thought.)
"I told you that you were the cutest ever, right? That- If I haven't I should've. 'Cause you are. You're the cutest ever. The most cute. Cuter than...Cuter than an otter. And those fuzzy things are cute! But you're cuter."
Hehe… [He sort of looks off to the side, clearly flustered. He leans further into your hand, and his neck is a bit more visible right now, especially without the cuff around it.] You’re really drunk, aren’t you?
[He still doesn’t know how to take a compliment. You can tell from how embarrassed he looks.]
"...'s like you said, that was...strong alcohol."
(They run their thumb over your cheek, watching your face. Hm. They could probably kiss you right now, couldn't they? You...You weren't drunk anymore and you had said that you could see yourself kissing him. Right? That- That would mean you want to kiss them.)
(...)
(The Goddesses are probably laughing at him right now, aren't they?)
(Shaking that thought out of their brain, their eyes dart to your neck. Oh. Your skin is pretty. Well, all of you is. He finds himself leaning down to press a kiss to the side of your neck.)
[As soon as your lips meet his skin, it sends a shiver down his non-existent spine. One of his hands drifts to the back of your head, and his claws dig into your scalp just slight enough for you to really feel it. He whines quietly, and closes his eyes just to make sure he takes in the feeling completely.]
[He leans his head a bit on your shoulder. He saw that look in your eyes, and he wishes you acted on that. Really, he almost did, but he can’t. Not without permission. He pulls you a bit closer to him.]
(You can feel their smile on as they continue to press kisses to your skin. When you grab his hair, he groans. They pull back from your neck, just enough to look at you.)
“…Ribbon, can you look at me?”
..Hm?
[He tries, and ends up making shaky eye contact with you along with a nervous smile. He’s breathing just a bit heavier than usual.]
Y-Yeah?
“Nothin’. J’st wanted t’ see your face.”
(They smile wider.)
“You think you could loosen your grip on my hair?”
(You look even cuter when you’re nervous. He could stare at your eyes forever. And your smile…Really just you.)
[He whines more, but his grip does loosen. Not to mention him being completely flustered and covered in a light blush.]
You— You… [Yeah, it’s hard to talk right now. He still wishes you would just kiss him.]
“Me?”
(They’re teasing now. They’re absolutely teasing you. He’s got a…smug grin on his face and his eyes are shining with entertainment.)
(One of his hands is resting upon the small of your back. The other has moved to the side of your neck. Oh. Was their face always that close to yours? They don’t remember moving.)
[He frowns slightly, though the smile never quite leaves his face.] Youuu… Are a fuckin’ trouble maker… [Immediately, he buries his head under your chin to at least hide a little bit. His hand does go up to meet yours, however, and hold it. He runs his thumb over your fingers gently.]
“Don’ hide… I wanna see your eeyes..”
(They do. They’re truly do want to keep seeing your eyes.)
“Also ‘m the trouble maker?”
(His hand on your back moves to wrap around your waist, almost hugging you to his chest. You’re really warm. It’s like sitting next to a fire.)
[He grumbles, and only huddles closer to you. He doesn’t bother dignifying that. Like this, you can see most of the ground behind him.] You are… Trying to embarrass me… [But he’s not complaining. Anything you do is a gift to him. He would love to be flustered to death by you.]
“Nuh uh…’m just…I dunno…”
(They don’t want to see the ground. That isn’t you. He’s grab your chin, pulling you to look at him again.)
“Jus’…Jus’ wanna…look at you.”
(He wants to kiss you. Hm. That thought is back. They probably could…Hmm. Should they is the question…You’d probably be okay with it…)
(Making their mind up, he presses a kiss to your lips. It’s quick and more of a peck, but it happens.)
Mm… [Its still hard to look at you. You’re just so… He whines. But he tries to work up the confidence to actually say something.] Put me on display, then. Pin me up somewhere so you can look at me all day.
I wouldn’t mind.
[He can sort of sense it when you decide to go in, but he isn’t really ready for the feeling he gets when you actually do it. Immediately he melts into you, and his eyes gain a sort of dazed quality to them. It wasn’t even that much, but he wants more. He's a greedy little thing.]
…You can do better than that, love…
(They had a flush to their face. Be it from your words or the alcohol, it's hard to tell...Probably a mix of the two, honestly. He hums, almost uncertain.)
"I dunno, Ribbon. I might mess something up." (They pause before muttering under their breath.) "Hard enough to kiss when 'm sober."
(Pin you up...Hm. Maybe not. He likes being close to you as well. Likes touching you. That'd be hard to do if you were pinned up somewhere.)
[He hums as well, almost mimicking you really.] You could always let me take the lead. You’re hardly the first person I’ve kissed, you know. Hehe, I’ve even kissed Zomi before you! [Well, more like it kissed him, but he’s not about to go thinking about that too hard. It’s embarrassing. He huffs slightly.]
Though that’s not a bad thing for you, of course, it just means I’ve had practice. Better for you even. [He tilts his head, and then he moves his hands to the back of your neck.] I’ve kissed you once before, haven’t I? Don’t you want more of that? Because all you have to do is give me the go-ahead. I’ll be glad to deliver. Whatever you want from me, Keir. Anything at all.
[He tries to keep himself talking just a bit longer than he would have. He has a strong feeling you like hearing him talk, after all. Suddenly, it’s like his world revolves around you, and solely you. It’s strange, almost, but… He thinks he could get used to it.]
(Their eyes grow hazy the more you talk, but they still stare at you. He's silent as he processes your words. Oh. Oh, but he does want more of that. They want you to kiss them. How do they say that though?)
(He whines. He wants to bury his face in the side of your neck while he tries to figure out how to word things, but he wants to keep staring. You're too pretty to be real. They can touch you, though, which means that you are real. They're silent for a minute longer, and when they do speak, their voice is quiet.)
"...Please. Ribbon, I want that."
[He smiles, and one of his hands moves to hold your cheek.] I just love that look on your face… You really are beautiful. Truly. [Hearing you say it, too, not just seeing that look of want… He leans in close, though not quite close enough quite yet.] Whatever you want, Keir. [It’s a whisper. Just barely loud enough to be heard.]
[He closes the gap, barely giving you time to prepare before his tongue works its way through your lips and into your mouth. He can really barely hold himself back. Both of his hands trail down your front, and you can feel his claws through your shirt. Luckily, it doesn’t rip. He eventually gets to the skin of your stomach, and then he starts working his way under your shirt again.]
(They can feel their face burning. He's obviously not on fire, but he's almost too warm. It's not from you. Your warmth is comforting. They're just overheating.)
(He almost says something before he's cut off by you kissing him. Oh. Oh, that's your tongue. He didn't realize that was a thing you could do. Ever. Oh, but that is nice. They could probably die here. They'd die happy.)
(They barely realize that they're whining into your mouth as their arms wrap further around you. One hand lands on the back of your head, the other essentially trapping you against his chest. They don't even realize that your hands are under their shirt. Or that you could've ripped it. That doesn't matter right now.)
[His claws start to dig into your stomach. He doesn’t know if he accidentally made you bleed or not, but he doesn’t think so. But he would love to feel your blood underneath his hands…]
[It’s hard to make this any deeper than it is, but he tries. He ends up pushing you to the ground in the process, accompanied by a sort of possessive growl that you can feel in your chest with how close you are to him. And he cant get enough of the little sounds you make, either. He wants more of those, so he only kisses you harder. His claws dig deeper into your skin, scratching at it. Right now, to him, the only thing that matters in the world is you.]
(He almost wants your claws in their stomach, but that...Does he have potions on him? If they do then you could- They can't remember, though. And you kissing them is making it harder to think back on what they have.)
(When his back hits the ground, he grunts but quickly adjusts. He's holding you so gently, but also so securely. They don't want to let you go. They don't want you to move back. Eventually they'll have to but...that...isn't important right now.)
(They groan around your tongue as your claws continue to dig into their skin. They want you to leave deeper scratches. He wants it to scar. He already has your bite marks on his skin, what would a couple scratches be compared to that?)
[You’re the one thats in control of him, right now. But with you under him like this, it’s hard to remind himself of that fact. It’s so easy to get lost in things like this, especially now. He cant help but wonder— Is this what you’ll use him for during the time you have him? He wouldn’t mind, not at all. It feels too good for him to mind.]
[He continues to scratch at your skin, but it never goes all that deep. He doesn’t know if he’s even allowed to hurt you right now, but stars, does he want to. Hurting things is his specialty, it’s what he was made to do. Its only right that he shares that with you, isn’t it? But he doesn’t, not yet, not until you tell him to.]
(They don't realize why you haven't done anything for a moment longer than they would've liked. Reluctantly, he pulls his head back. Just enough to break the kiss so they can talk. And breath. That's something they forgot to do. His chest is rising and falling fast, but not to the point of hyperventilating.)
"Ribbon- Ribbon. Please. I want..."
(How do they phrase this without seeming too odd.)
"I want you to scar me."
(Hm. That works. If you think they're weird, they'll...figure that out...Hm. They want to go back to kissing you now, but they want to hear your response.)
[As soon as you pull away, you realise he’s just… Not breathing, not whatsoever. But he doesn’t seem concerned, or even affected.] Scar you, hm..? [It takes him a second to get off the high that is all of this… This. And actually process your words. When he does, he smirks.] I could… But what will you give me in return? [Really, he has no right to be saying that. But he cant help himself.] Awfully big favor you’re asking of me there, you know. You’ll have to repay it somehow.
[If you ask again, he’ll do it without hesitation. But still. He can still want things as of now, and that is certainly something he wants from you. Anything, really, just for you to do something to him.]
(You're making them think? That- They whine. They can't think. Not when you stare at them like that.)
"I-"
(He cuts himself off with another whine. They hadn't processed the fact you weren't breathing before, but that- You- How can you be this unaffected?)
"Ribbon, please. Anything. I- I'll do anything. Just- Just please."
(Oh, that's...more than they meant to say. Hm. Oh well. Not important. Really, it isn't.)
[…This is fun.] Not very specific, are you? Fine, fine, I’ll let you have creative freedom when it comes to paying me back. The sooner the better!
[Finally, his claws break skin, digging into your abdomen. He can feel the blood, and his smile grows. Slowly, he starts dragging his claws downwards. He doesn’t go back in for another kiss, instead, just watching you. Watching for your reactions.]
(Their face scrunches up from the pain, but there's also a clear joy on their face. They're smiling, oh so happily.)
"Tha- Thank you, Ribbon- So good. You're so good for me. Could stay like this forever. Jus'- Jus' yours. Let you do whatever."
(He's rambling. He absolutely is. You've barely done anything and they're already a mess. It's probably the alcohol's fault, but you'd probably be able to get them like this without it, as well. His breath hitches every so often and whines interrupt their speech, but they push through it.)
[He wants to feel your organs against his claws again. He lets out a shaky breath— Just one, and then he goes quiet again. His claws continue to drag down your skin, creating deep gashes, very purposeful gashes. The blood stains your shirt, just a bit.]
[And— Stars, he cant help it when his blush intensifies at your words. He whines, and he wants more of that. His entire purpose is to be good for you, it’s what he was made for. He loves the sound of those words in your voice. He wants to pry them out of you.]
(They pull you down into another kiss. It's short, but it's sweet. He pulls away from you, but he just moves his face to your shoulder, burying his face into your neck.)
"So good. You'd-" (He muffles a whine by pressing his face further into your neck.) "You'd do anything I asked, wouldn't you? I could tell you to never stop. 'm not gunna, but I could."
(They don't care about their shirt. They can replace it. Or wash it. They wonder if you're aware they're still scared from when you bit them. He's certainly not going to point it out. That'd be embarrassing. He could've easily healed the marks with a potion...Dunno why he didn't.)
"So, so good for me."
[He whines again. Your words are getting to his head. His claws stop for a second, only to go back to the top of the gashes and go over them again.] Of course… Anything, I’d do anything you want me to… [This feeling really does just make him feel drunk off of it. Off of what, exactly, he’s not sure. But as long as you have his cuff, he can’t help but be addicted.] Wanna be good for you…
‘N then you can do whatever you want with me. I could be your toy, and you—[Stars, he wants that. He takes a breath.]—and you could do anything to me. Please, hurt me, you do it so well, I jus’—[Another breath, his claws keep gouging lines into your abdomen.]—just please, stars, let me be your plaything… Won’t you? I’ll do anything you ask….
(The pain of having your claws in their abdomen is catching up to them, stealing the breath that they would've used to speak. They muffle a groan of pain by biting your neck. He doesn't let go for a while, and when he does let go he just bites a new spot. Their teeth aren't sharp enough to do any real damage, but they bite nonetheless.)
(Their arms have ended up loosely wrapped around your torso by this point. They'd squeeze you to their chest again if they weren't so out of it.)
[He closes his eyes, whining at the feeling of you biting him. It’s been so long since he’s been bitten by anyone— He forgot how good it feels. And there isn’t even any instinct to push you away now that his cuff isn’t there.] More, please— Please, jus’— Just a bit more… [Its still not enough for him.]
[He can feel bits of your flesh gather under his claws. He cant wait to lick his fingers of your blood.]
(He wants to leave his bite marks in your skin like you did to him. That- Huh. That's an interesting thought. They'll...think about that later. For now, they pull back to look at your face.)
"More what?"
(They're teasing. He really shouldn't be, given that you could easily dig your claws into somewhere new to scar them, but he can't help it! You're just- You get so cute when he teases you.)
[He’s a little disappointed when you pull away, and then you say that. And then he looks at you like you’ve personally offended him, momentarily snapped out of the swirl of nothing that you were quickly turning his mind into. He flushes harder all the while.] You— Don’t make me ask for it, thats just mean! I don’t even know in the first place… [He surrenders slightly more back into the fog covering his mind, and you can see it on his face, too. The way his pupils dilate just a bit.] But… Anything?
[He just wants you right now.]
Please, just do anything to me, I don’t care! Whatever you come up with I’ll do, just as long as its you… Please…
(He nearly laughs, but instead they find themself rendered silent at your expression. They can't help but stare again. Hm. You really are pretty. He could probably find a pictobox somewhere...You'd make a lovely subject.)
"...M'kay."
(They aren't sure what to do, but a glance around the area surrounding them gives them an idea. Their eyes land upon a rock...This idea isn't sanitary in the slightest but...)
(Reaching out, they grab the rock. There's a moment of hesitance before he's holding it up to your face.)
"Do you think you could keep this in your throat?"
Whuh? [Well that was… Okay, he’s still trying to process what you just asked him to do. He stares at you confusedly for a while, glancing at the rock a few times and then back at you.] I’m not a storage system… But I can try?
[You want him to. Thats a good enough reason, he thinks. Still, he can’t help but be a bit nervous.] I’m not that big either…
"It's okay. I can help."
(He smiles, blinking at you.)
"I'd also like you to try and talk around it, once it's in place."
(They have no idea what they're doing but they're sure it'll end...well...Honestly they just want to hear your voice get more and more strained.)
[He whines, but… Nods anyway.] I can do that, I think. Just… Be as rough as you like.
[He looks up at you, but otherwise doesn’t do anything. The look in his eyes tells you that you’re going to have to do most of the work here if you want it done at all.]
"M'kay. Can you open your mouth for me, Ribbon?"
(His hand that isn't holding the rock has grabbed your chin. They're looking at you with an oh-so-gentle glint in their eye.)
"It's okay if you can't. I can open it for you, but it'd be easier if you did it."
[His ears raise slightly, and you can see mischief in his eyes. And then—] Oh, shame, it seems I can’t… [During the whole time he talks, his mouth doesn’t open. The only thing you get is a sly smile and him leaning a bit further into your touch.] Looks like you’ll have to make me.
(They laugh. Of course. What else should they have expected?)
"Oh, truly what a shame."
(He simply sits there for a moment before he's pressing his thumb against your lips and into your mouth. They're not exactly gentle, but they're not truly rough either.)
[Easily, he parts his lips for you. He continues to stare unblinkingly into your eyes, however, waiting for you to continue. He cant help but lick at your thumb a little, and you can feel what almost might be raised lines carved into the surface of his tongue. Not only that, but his tongue is forked too, which was pretty obvious— Now he just makes it more obvious by sort of grabbing your thumb with his tongue, both ends of it wrapping around you.]
[Still, he waits for you to continue. He’s getting a little impatient, though.]
(His brow furrows at the odd feeling on your tongue. He hadn't noticed that before. Hm. Maybe he'll ask about that later.)
"You really are so good for me, aren't you?"
(They stare at the rock for a moment before bringing it up to your lips again, pushing it into your mouth. There's a smile on their face the entire time.)
[He lets go of you, and whines slightly. It tastes— Like a rock. He’s licked plenty of rocks in his time of existence, sure, but that doesn’t mean it’s a pleasant taste. No, he doesn’t know why he kept trying it again, and this probably isn’t going to stop him from doing it more, either. Anyhow, he… Doesn’t think he can swallow this. It’s a bit too… Big, for him especially. He tries to move it around in his mouth, but really, theres so little space that he just can’t. He looks back up to you, sort of questioning. You have to have realised that it’s a bit difficult for him to get any of this down, right? He whines again, just for good measure.]
(They just smile at you. Internally they're panicking a tad but that's due to their poor planning.)
"It's okay, I said I'd help, didn't I?"
(They continue to push the rock further and further into your mouth. They pause every so often, but other than that it's a constant thing.)
[He whines again, a bit cut off, but eagerly accepts the challenge. He tries his best to relax himself for you, and he takes it… Surprisingly well. Though it does take him a second to hold back a choke when you push it far enough, but he gets used to the odd sensation of having something forced down his throat fairly quickly. He still has to hold back the occasional choke, but otherwise, he seems fine. You could probably even go faster, if you wanted to. He wouldn’t mind that at all. In fact, you can feel him sort of pushing against you as well.]
[At some point his eyes had closed from the effort of keeping himself in check, but they open again just to try and beg without words. He did tell you to be rough with him, didn’t he? He wants you to treat him like a plaything, really. The sooner the better.]
(He laughs. It's fond and gooey and all sorts of feelings wrapped into a single sound.)
"Am I not doing what you want?"
(They continue to push the rock further into your throat. Their hand is very much in your mouth now. You could easily bite it off. He doesn't really like the idea of that happening, but it's a thought that just reminds it of what you're capable of.)
"Am I not being rough enough? Or did you want me to be gentler?"
(He knows what you want. He obviously does from the glint in his eye. That doesn't stop him from teasing still.)
[He whines, but its a bit more broken than usual. It’s a desperate sound. You can see him try to swallow, but it does nothing without your fingers pushing it deeper. He keeps trying nonetheless, otherwise he’ll choke. His head sort of shifts into being tipped up slightly, hoping that it’ll make it just a bit easier for you.]
[Really, he can barely pay attention to your words with everything happening. If you felt his throat from the outside, then you could definitely feel the rock being pushed in under his skin. You’d probably even be able to see it, just a bit. His eyes focus back on you, from their previous completely out of it gaze— Just to stare at you. He knows that you know what he wants.]
"M'kay. I get it."
(Nothing but fondness can be seen on their face. Well, there is some embarrassment, but that...may just be leftover from what they had asked you to do.)
(Their eyes drift from your eyes to your neck. Oh. Oh, that's a sight. He simple stares for a moment before his unoccupied hand comes up to hold your throat. Their eyes dart back up to yours, almost silently asking for reassurance that this is okay.)
(He had been walking around aimlessly when he heard...talking. He could only hear one voice, but it sounded like you. He had started towards you, but the talking...stopped.)
(...)
(They were practically running now. There's a moment where they think they might've just imagined your voice, but...That doesn't stop him from running. There's a moment of silence from them when they stumble upon you. Then they panic.)
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[He's laying on his side in the grass, somewhat curled up. His eyes are open, but… He doesn’t look there. Like he’s completely dazed. He’s not breathing, not moving at all. Really, he does look dead.]
[Theres a single empty bottle of alcohol off to the side, and his face and ear tips look suspiciously flushed.]
“Ribbon- Ribbon. Hey- Look at me-”
(They rush over to you, kneeling at your side. He cradles your face between his hands, staring at you with so, so much worry.)
[His eyes refocus, though only barely. He leans into your touch, but still… It doesn’t seem like he’s all that present yet.]
“Shit, Ribbon- What happened?-”
(They start to check you for injuries. There- There has to be something they can fix.)
[Theres nothing you can directly see. And… Holy shit you’re actually really pretty. That realisation comes with a blink and a bit of light returning to his eyes. Though he does start crawling on top of you, which just hurts. He whines.] Feelss good…. You.. Mmm, Keir… [He missed having someone like this. He’s in your lap now, his chest pressed against yours, and his arms wrapped around you in some lazy semblance of a hug.]
(Their shoulders relax ever so slightly as you talk, but they’re still tense. Why are you so out of it- He certain alcohol doesn’t make someone act- Act like this!)
“What- What feels good, Ribbon?”
(They’re still searching for injuries. Any sign of one. Anything that would tell them why you’re like this. They also need you to keep talking to them. If- If you’re talking then you’re alive.)
E-Ehv’rythin’.. ‘S hurts… Hehe, mmm… You’re real pretty… [His hands start working their way under the rim of your shirt, and he presses himself closer to you. It sort of forces you backwards a bit.]
[…He wants another drink. One of his hands is taken off from you to summon a new bottle.]
(With one hand, they grab the wrist of the hand that summons a new bottle. Their other wraps itself around your waist.)
“Ribbon, before you take another drink, what do you mean everything hurts?”
(His face had gone pink when you called him pretty. There are…more important things to worry about currently, though.)
’S jus’ th’normal stuhff… [But it’s worse.] Feels… Good…. [His other hand, the one not holding the freaky alcohol, starts trailing up your back from under your shirt. His claws sometimes scratch at your skin.]
[His eyes latch onto your neck. He leans forwards a bit to give your throat a lick, then his eyes go up to meet yours again.] Gunna make me better…?
“…Right. Ribbon, I need you to listen for a moment.”
(They can feel their face getting warmer every time your claws scratch at their back. He needs to focus, though. You’re drunk.)
“I don’t want to do anything to you while you’re drunk. I need you to be of…sound mind before I do anything. As much as I would love to make you feel better, I don’t think that is a good idea.”
(You licking their neck brings memories to the surface. Things that they need to shove down before they’re properly tempted to make you feel better.)
[…He doesn’t look like he processed a word you just said. Instead, he just smiles at you, all teeth. And then he wrenches his wrist from you, uncorks the bottle with his teeth, and takes a large drink of it, swallowing once while there’s still clearly some still in his mouth. And then—]
[And then his lips are suddenly on yours. His hand on your back moves quickly up to the back of your neck, wrapping his claws around it almost. All you can taste from him is alcohol.]
(He had been about to say something. To repeat what he had said, or tell you off for drinking more. But then your lips are on theirs and they can’t seem to think straight.)
(The taste of alcohol is overwhelming. Was there still some in your mouth? He can’t linger on that thought for long. He can’t truly savor the moment because you’re drunk.)
(They move to pull back from you, to break off the kiss. They don’t particularly want to but they’re still feeling rational right now.)
[As soon as you try and pull back, he just brings you into a deeper kiss. A bit of alcohol drips from the corner of his mouth. And then his tongue is forcing its way past your lips, along with a bit of alcohol.]
[His hand drifts from your neck to the back of your head, and half of your shirt has been dragged upwards as he’s moved his arm, exposing a good amount of your skin. He grabs a handful of your hair, not really letting you pull back anymore.]
(There’s a moment where they freeze. They clearly hadn’t expected…well, any of this. He whines into your mouth as his lips part for your tongue. This- This is wrong. You’re drunk.)
(Their hand that had previously held your wrist goes to try and push at your shoulder. To try and get you to back off. He can’t move back, so he needs you to move instead.)
(They don’t pay attention to the fact their shirt has moved. It’s not important right now.)
[It’s only when he’s pushed the rest of the alcohol into your mouth from his does he stop. Slowly, he pulls back, and looks at you with half-lidded eyes. He licks his lips, humming.] Tastes good… Get drunk with me, llove.. Won’t’cha? Plen’y for both’a uss… C’mon, le’s have a bit’a fun! Pleeease…? Wanna forget.. ‘Bout ev’rythin’ I’m… I can do…
[He goes down to start kissing at your neck instead.]
(He swallows the alcohol that had been pushed into his mouth. He stares at you with wide eyes and an extremely flushed face. There’s no way this is actually happening. This has to be a dream…It’s a very realistic one if it is.)
“Ribbon, that- That’s not a good idea.”
(The rational part of their brain is working overdrive, it seems. The kisses you press to their neck make it hard to think, but he can’t be terribly distracted. He needs to find a way to get you…not drunk.)
Mmm… Why’s that..? [His tone just seems…. Sad. But you can tell from the look in his eyes that he’s anything but.] Don’ ya wanna make me happy..? Youu make me sooo happy, you’re sso… Tasty! Could jus’ eat you whole… ‘N you’re so pretty, pin ya up somewhere so I can jus’ look at’cha all th’time… [He wraps the arm that currently holds the alcohol bottle around you in such a way that he can drape the bottle over your shoulder, right next to your face.]
C’monnn! Get drunk wit’ meee! It can be cel’bration for… Not ssuisi- Suicidin’ myself… [Thinking about that, how is he still alive again? Didn’t he slice his cuff? Huh. Maybe this is the afterlife. But he’s not allowed there, so maybe he’s just so stupid he can’t even kill himself right. Wasn’t there a reason he wasn’t supposed to do that? He can’t remember anything! Wow!]
Keirr… Pleasee..? Please won’t ya jus’… ‘ave a bit’a fun..?
(He remains staring at you. That...was a lot to process.)
"Fun? Ribbon, there are other ways to- Wait. Ribbon what do you mean you didn't 'suicide yourself?'"
(His arm that had wrapped around your waist tightens around you. The hand on your shoulder squeezes. He's searching your face for...something. They have a pretty good idea as to what you meant but that- They don't want to think about that. But they need to know.)
Nuh-uh… Nnot anymore… But tha’s ’kay, ‘cause you’re here! You… You’re fun! You’re ffun… ‘N tasty….
[He completely disregards your other question, though his face doesn’t fall. He just looks happy. Maybe a bit manic, actually.]
Won’t’cha kiss me..? Feels good when ya do… [He unwraps his arm from you, leaning back to take a drink from the bottle he has. It burns like hell as it goes down.]
(There's...not much visible on their face other than pure concern.)
"Ribbon that-..."
(He cuts himself off. That's...That's a conversation he needs to have with you when you're sober. You're clearly not going to answer any questions about it right now.)
"...I'm not going to kiss you Ribbon. I don't- I don't know how many times I have to say this, but you're drunk. I don't....want to do something to you that I'm not certain you're fine with."
[His face falls slightly, but it’s quickly brought up again. He pulls back from you, pushing himself off of you in the process. He brings the bottle back up to his mouth and just… Chugs the rest. And he throws it off to the side with an easy smile.] ‘Kay then… See ya.
[He falls to his back, then rolls onto his stomach. A small flash of light, and he has a choker necklace in his hands, the one around his neck clearly not there. He hums a tune as he stares at the thing, kicking his feet a bit. He slowly runs his claws across the surface.]
(They watch as you move away, a brow raised.)
"...Ribbon, I'm not leaving."
(He's not going to just leave you here. Just because you're...weirdly powerful, doesn't mean you're not vulnerable when drunk. They adjust to be sitting cross legged, but other than that they just...sort of watch you.)
Mm, ‘kay. Gunna watch me die then? [He looks back at you, absolutely nothing negative in his eyes. Just a faint glint of hope and excitement. He holds the cuff above his head to wave at you before bringing it back down to continue to mess with it.]
[…He told you about this once, he thinks. What this does, what this is to him.]
‘M gunna go see Bee… Hehe..! [First he just has to work up the courage to.]
(There's a moment where he just stares at you as his brain processes your words. And then he's lunging to grab the cuff from you.)
"That- No! Ribbon, I'm not going to just watch you die!"
[He doesn’t have time to process or react to you lunging for him. He whines when you take it from him, arms falling forward. But he just… Can’t make himself get angry at you. At all. He’s… Missing something.]
[It’s simpler this way, though, isn’t it?]
…What’re ya gunna do wit’that..?
"I- I don't know!"
(They really don't. They just...acted. There wasn't much thought behind what they did.)
"What I do know, is that I'm not just going to watch you kill yourself. That-"
(He's looking at you with...concern? Horror? Some combination of the two? They hold the cuff away from you with one hand, while the other hesitantly reaches for one of your hands.)
"Ribbon, I care too much about you to just watch that happen."
[He thinks…. He might be supposed to be feeling sad right now? Instead, there’s nothing. Huh. That’s not even the alcohol doing that. Well, whatever! He gives you a smile, and lays his head on the grass, looking up at you. He… Misses Bee. At least he still has that. He can’t wait to see it again, one day.]
[He hums, still just gazing up at you.] ‘M not’a good person, love… ‘Ss nice that’ya think you care ffor me though. [He wonders if his death would be pretty. An unfitting end for him, he thinks.]
But… Gotta make a— A choice now, don’t’cha? Puttit on, orrr give it back! But I could jus’ steal it from you again… [Thats a lie. He couldn’t do that even if he had the capacity to want to.]
"Just- Just because you aren't a good person doesn't mean I can't care!"
(Their expression has shifted to...hurt. They're still concerned, obviously so, but...they're hurt. Did you think he didn't care about you? That- Why would he not care? You've been nothing but sweet to him.)
"...Ribbon, I can't- I can't trust you with this," (He shakes the cuff) "Right now. I- I can't risk what will happen if I give it back."
(He doesn't...know how to put it on. If he did, it would've probably already have been on. They can't- They really can't risk losing you. Not like this, at least.)
[He sighs, the rolls over on his back so he can cross his arms at you.] Thenn what’cha gunna do with it, huh? Won’ give it back, won’ puttit on— You gunna fuckin’… Eat it? Or somethin’? Make a choice! Tha’s lit— leh— uh… That’s me you’re holdin’…!
[Still, he sounds more playful than anything.]
(They pause, narrowing their eyes at you. There's a moment of silence before a neutral expression appears on their face. They've let go of your hand and are now holding the cuff with both hands.)
"It's edible?"
Whuh? [He seems confused, but as soon as you say that, the cuff shifts and suddenly, it’s a small, easy to swallow pill. Well. He certainly wasn’t expecting that! He stares completely uncomprehendingly at you, and it doesn’t really help that he’s upside down right now.]
(They look between you and the now pill-like cuff they hold for a moment. And then they put it in their mouth and swallow.)
(It's a weird feeling, it is. Swallowing something akin to a pill without any form of liquid to help it go down. It doesn't help that there's...a shift in something. They can't...figure out what the shift is, but they're aware of it.)
K-Keir?? [Okay he wasn’t being serious. When he said that. A very intense blush works its way up his face. Well! He’s too drunk for this!] You— Stars, you don’ even know what you’re doing!
[Shit fuck shit fuck okay! Great. Looks like he has a new holder. Now he just has to shove down the feelings that comes along with that— Fuck this. He curls into a ball and tries to forget you exist.]
(He shudders once he's completely swallowed the cuff. That...They need a reminder to never do something like that again. Swallowing a pill without water, that is. They stare at you as their shoulders slump. Be it from relief or...some other emotion, not even they know.)
"...Ribbon, I would rather get myself into something that I don't understand than watch you die. You-"
(He cuts himself off, exhaling what would've been words in a shaky breath. They end up sitting down with their knees pulled to their chest. There's...so much they could say here. So much that they want to say. And yet none of the words will flow.)
[He buries his face in his claws and screams. When he’s done with that, he pushes himself upwards. He has to get— Less drunk. Because he has to be effective and efficient. Because that’s what he’s for. Stars— He doesn’t miss this mindset. It doesn’t help that it was so sudden! Whatever.]
[He sits on his knees and looks to you with a smile. If he could be angry right now, there would be much more bite to his tone.] Con-fuckin’-grasluations—[Fuck he’s so good at talking]—youu have complete control over me. Yay for you! High teir summon jus’ for you! I’m allll yours!
Can I— Jus’ go get. Not drunk. Real quick?
(They blink at you several times before their brain catches up to them. Oh. Oh. That was stupid of them to do, wasn't it? You- You had breifly told them about how the cuff worked. About how whoever had it- Oh Goddesses, he just ate the damned thing-)
"Yup! Yeah, that- You go do that."
(He's started to hit his head on his knees. Stupid- Irrational- Idiot.)
Grreat! [He can’t go very far from you but— He disappears in a flash of light. You wait a few seconds, and then he’s back.]
[…Face first on the grass. He groans.] Fuck forgot about hangover— Uhhh, what the fuck is goin’ on? Did you do something…? I… Really wanna do things for you right now…
(They've stopped hitting their head, but it does remain resting on their knees. His face is...essentially hidden by his hair, but their ears are a bright red. Well. No need to hide what they did.)
"...I ate your cuff."
Oh. [That did happen, yes.] Well good job? I’m… Yours now… Uh…
Whyy would you— Do that? Eh, whatever, jus’… Make good use of me…
(...Do you not...remember what happened? Ah. Yes. That is a side effect of being drunk.)
"...Ribbon you tried to kill yourself. And-"
(...)
"...You also kissed me. And when I had told you that I wouldn't- I wasn't going to kiss you. Not like that. When- When I told you that, you asked if I was going to watch you die."
(They're staring at you with this look of horror. Also an embarrassed one, but mostly a look of horror.)
"I wasn't going to just watch- I couldn't just- I didn't- Ribbon that was the most stressed I have been in years. I don't-...I don't know what I would've done if you were actually dead."
[He stares at you, trying to process everything just what you said.] Tried to kill myself… Uh, yeah, wouldn’t be the first time. Don’t really have much to live for anyway now that.. Bees dead. So. I can see that happening…
I can also really see me kissing you. You are really fucking pretty. ‘N you’re tasty too. Fuck being drunk for like a week straight is a bad idea— Feel like shit…
[The idea that someone actually cares enough to prevent his death—albeit in a questionable way—is… foreign. He tries not to think about it much which is easier than it should be, probably.]
"Wouldn't have been the- Ribbon, what the fuck?"
(You calling them pretty again is. It's not helping them think right, that's for certain. That- He can have a mental breakdown about that later. You've tried to do this before?)
(...Also who is Bee?)
Do I look mentally stable to you? ‘Course I’ve tried to fuckin’ kill myself before…. Jus’ wish I actually went through with it… [Then none of this would have happened. Bee would probably still be alive too. He sighs. He’s… Weirdly enough, completely empty. There’s just nothing. Weird.] Aaanyway, seriously, what are you gunna do with me? I can be whatever you want. Jus’ tell me already, won’t you..?
"...I don't want you to be what I want you to be. Why would I want that? That- That's so stupid- Goddesses sake, I'm stupid! You told me what your cuff did--granted not in detail--and I still ate it! Why did I eat it? I could've just- I could've just held onto it! It wouldn't have been that difficult-"
(They groan, their head falling forward to hit their knees again. There's no sound from them aside from their breathing for a moment. Then they're looking up at you again.)
"If you get your cuff back would you- You wouldn't have to listen to me, would you?"
[He listens to your self-deprecating spiel, finding no reason to interrupt. What you’re saying isn’t entirely untrue anyway. There are plenty of other ways you could’ve dealt with the situation. Anyway—]
I don’t really have to listen to you anyway, not after what Shadow did, but I’d just… Really like to? It… Feels nice when I do things right for someone… [Sure, the mindset he’s forced into is a bit tiring, but still. It’s true that feeling accomplished is really nice.]
(Their expression morphs into shock for a second before turning into confusion. That...Huh. He can- He can understand that. Though it's not... It's not the same, obviously not. It's still confusing, though.)
"...You want to. Just- Just because it feels nice?"
’S how I was designed, I can’t change it! Easier to control something when they feel good doing it, no? It’s like a failsafe or something.
[He looks at you, and…. He really wants something from you. Just for you to… Do something to him. Stars, it’s like a need. Maybe if he does something for you you’ll kiss him…]
"...Ribbon. I mean this kindly, but once again. What the fuck."
(Hm. That's...Interesting? It- It's unusual. They shuffle in place for a moment before they just...fall backwards? He ends up lying on his back with his hands covering his face.)
Love it when you’re kind to me… [He huffs, and tries to move over to you because it only feels natural, but— He moves the wrong way and a spike of pain settles throughout his body. He falls back to the ground with a mix of a groan and a whine.] S-Stars— Why does that… Feel good….
(They had planned to just lie there and think, but…Damn you Goddesses for making Ribbon someone he cares about. They uncover their face, to pick their head up and look at you.)
“…Everything…Alright?..”
Yeah… Jus’… Everything feels weird… ‘S all just… Good? I don’t know! It’s all weird! And too much… I don’t wanna deal with this shit right now… [He decides to continue to lay where he is, though he does give you a very sad, pathetic, pleading look for you to do something. He doesn’t exactly care what at this point.]
(They stare at you with a blank face before groaning and letting their head fall back again. Damn you and your...frankly adorable expressions.)
"I'm too sober for this."
(He gets why you got drunk to deal with emotions now...Kinda. Not really. More than he had at least.)
[He huffs, dropping the expression when you look away from him.]
I still have a… Lot of illegally acquired alcohol? If you want some? [To prove his point, he summons another full, unopened bottle and shakes it.]
(Their head is lifted again, though this time they've...somewhat pushed themself up. He gives you a considering look before shrugging.)
"Y'know what? Sure. That- That sounds great. Can't fuck this up any more, can I?"
(He stares for a moment before pushing himself up the rest of the way, moving to be closer to you.)
[He holds the bottle out to you, but doesn’t move from his position. He doesn’t need to feel anything more than what he is now, and moving just makes everything worse. He wonders if you’ll be cute when you’re drunk…]
You probably could. Careful, it’s pretty strong.
[Really, he wouldn’t be surprised if just one of these is more than you can handle.]
(He laughs as he takes the bottle from you. It's...slightly hysterical but that's- That's fine. They're fine.)
"Strong is what I need right now."
(With some struggle, they open the bottle and take a drink. They shudder slightly at the taste. That is- That is terrible. How did you manage to drink this? He grumbles something about teaching you what good alcohol tastes like before taking another drink.)
[He continues to just stare at you with a soft smile. He would have a drink, but… He needs to be at his best for you. So he won’t. But he’ll indulge you as much as you want him to!]
Hehe, yeah, ‘s pretty bad.
(They glare at you, though it seems playful.)
"Why do you drink this? It's so bad."
(Despite this they take another drink. He can ignore the taste. Honestly, the more he drinks it the easier that gets. Which...makes sense. Also the more they drink, the more they realize how cute you are. He could probably carry you easily...Well, not right now, they'd probably drop you. But later...Later they may have to test that.)
Because it’s the strongest stuff I’ve found. [He leans his head on one of his hands. Still, he can’t look away. He wishes you would just run your hands through his hair. Maybe he could teach you how to braid it, if you don’t know already.] It’s easy to get completely wasted on.
"Hm. Fair 'nough."
(He blinks at you slowly, almost like a cat. Huh. They thought you were the cat. Whatever. They hesitate for a moment before they sort of just...collapse into your side.)
"Did you know that you make me feel insane? 'Cause- 'Cause you do."
[As soon as you lean into him, it’s almost like he’s the drunk one. Your touch is like a drug, maybe a reward. What is he even being rewarded for? Whatever, he just knows he likes it. Suddenly, he’s purring uncontrollably, and leaning into you as much as he can.]
Mmm… Why?
"I dunno! You're just-"
(There's a groan as they take another drink. Wow, you were right. This is strong.)
"You're too cute. I wanna just keep you forever. I'm not gunna cuz you're- You don't deserve to be stuck with me. Unless you'd want that. Then you do deserve it."
[He tries to nuzzle in closer to you, nearly wrapping himself completely around you. Still, his purrs only get louder. He looks up to you, and what you can see could only be described as lovesick.] I’d love to be stuck with you… Forever and ever and ever… ‘N you could do whatever you want with me. [Theres a certain lilt to his voice you’ve never really heard from him.] I’m yours, Keir.
[Even this is a bit uncharacteristic of him.]
(Huh. That's...This is probably something that the two of you need to have a conversation about but he's...Hm. He wouldn't be able to phrase anything right, and he's...probably going to forget this happened. Being drunk is weird. Helpful, though. Sometimes. Not really.)
"...Mine?"
(Oh, that...that is a thought. If you were theirs, they could do so much to you. So many things. You could do so much to them. Could they be yours as much as you are theirs?)
(They go to take another drink from the bottle only to find that they've emptied it. There's a suprised blink before he shrugs and places it to the side. Whatever. He has...other things to focus on. Like you! Oh look at you...They could just stay at your side forever. You're so warm...the warmest. There's a giddy smile on their face as they wrap their arms around you.)
[He situates himself so that he’s once again in your lap, though he doesn’t try anything. He’s kind of just goes limp in your arms, continuing to look up at you like you hung the moon.]
Yours.. All yours.
[This is a strange feeling. It’s too… It’s too intense. But he can’t find it in himself to care. He is yours after all, you made him yours. He can’t argue with that fact. It’s actually impossible for him to.]
(He hums in acknowledgment, staring at you with plain adoration clear on his face. One of their hands comes up to cup your face. You truly are adorable. He can think that so many times and it won't get old. Well not to his drunken brain at least. It might get repetitive if they were sober.)
(They're somewhat tempted to see if they could play their harp like this...with you in their lap and with their muddled thoughts. It'd probably be shit, but...It's a tempting thought.)
"I told you that you were the cutest ever, right? That- If I haven't I should've. 'Cause you are. You're the cutest ever. The most cute. Cuter than...Cuter than an otter. And those fuzzy things are cute! But you're cuter."
Hehe… [He sort of looks off to the side, clearly flustered. He leans further into your hand, and his neck is a bit more visible right now, especially without the cuff around it.] You’re really drunk, aren’t you?
[He still doesn’t know how to take a compliment. You can tell from how embarrassed he looks.]
"...'s like you said, that was...strong alcohol."
(They run their thumb over your cheek, watching your face. Hm. They could probably kiss you right now, couldn't they? You...You weren't drunk anymore and you had said that you could see yourself kissing him. Right? That- That would mean you want to kiss them.)
(...)
(The Goddesses are probably laughing at him right now, aren't they?)
(Shaking that thought out of their brain, their eyes dart to your neck. Oh. Your skin is pretty. Well, all of you is. He finds himself leaning down to press a kiss to the side of your neck.)
[As soon as your lips meet his skin, it sends a shiver down his non-existent spine. One of his hands drifts to the back of your head, and his claws dig into your scalp just slight enough for you to really feel it. He whines quietly, and closes his eyes just to make sure he takes in the feeling completely.]
[He leans his head a bit on your shoulder. He saw that look in your eyes, and he wishes you acted on that. Really, he almost did, but he can’t. Not without permission. He pulls you a bit closer to him.]
(You can feel their smile on as they continue to press kisses to your skin. When you grab his hair, he groans. They pull back from your neck, just enough to look at you.)
“…Ribbon, can you look at me?”
..Hm?
[He tries, and ends up making shaky eye contact with you along with a nervous smile. He’s breathing just a bit heavier than usual.]
Y-Yeah?
“Nothin’. J’st wanted t’ see your face.”
(They smile wider.)
“You think you could loosen your grip on my hair?”
(You look even cuter when you’re nervous. He could stare at your eyes forever. And your smile…Really just you.)
[He whines more, but his grip does loosen. Not to mention him being completely flustered and covered in a light blush.]
You— You… [Yeah, it’s hard to talk right now. He still wishes you would just kiss him.]
“Me?”
(They’re teasing now. They’re absolutely teasing you. He’s got a…smug grin on his face and his eyes are shining with entertainment.)
(One of his hands is resting upon the small of your back. The other has moved to the side of your neck. Oh. Was their face always that close to yours? They don’t remember moving.)
[He frowns slightly, though the smile never quite leaves his face.] Youuu… Are a fuckin’ trouble maker… [Immediately, he buries his head under your chin to at least hide a little bit. His hand does go up to meet yours, however, and hold it. He runs his thumb over your fingers gently.]
“Don’ hide… I wanna see your eeyes..”
(They do. They’re truly do want to keep seeing your eyes.)
“Also ‘m the trouble maker?”
(His hand on your back moves to wrap around your waist, almost hugging you to his chest. You’re really warm. It’s like sitting next to a fire.)
[He grumbles, and only huddles closer to you. He doesn’t bother dignifying that. Like this, you can see most of the ground behind him.] You are… Trying to embarrass me… [But he’s not complaining. Anything you do is a gift to him. He would love to be flustered to death by you.]
“Nuh uh…’m just…I dunno…”
(They don’t want to see the ground. That isn’t you. He’s grab your chin, pulling you to look at him again.)
“Jus’…Jus’ wanna…look at you.”
(He wants to kiss you. Hm. That thought is back. They probably could…Hmm. Should they is the question…You’d probably be okay with it…)
(Making their mind up, he presses a kiss to your lips. It’s quick and more of a peck, but it happens.)
Mm… [Its still hard to look at you. You’re just so… He whines. But he tries to work up the confidence to actually say something.] Put me on display, then. Pin me up somewhere so you can look at me all day.
I wouldn’t mind.
[He can sort of sense it when you decide to go in, but he isn’t really ready for the feeling he gets when you actually do it. Immediately he melts into you, and his eyes gain a sort of dazed quality to them. It wasn’t even that much, but he wants more. He's a greedy little thing.]
…You can do better than that, love…
(They had a flush to their face. Be it from your words or the alcohol, it's hard to tell...Probably a mix of the two, honestly. He hums, almost uncertain.)
"I dunno, Ribbon. I might mess something up." (They pause before muttering under their breath.) "Hard enough to kiss when 'm sober."
(Pin you up...Hm. Maybe not. He likes being close to you as well. Likes touching you. That'd be hard to do if you were pinned up somewhere.)
[He hums as well, almost mimicking you really.] You could always let me take the lead. You’re hardly the first person I’ve kissed, you know. Hehe, I’ve even kissed Zomi before you! [Well, more like it kissed him, but he’s not about to go thinking about that too hard. It’s embarrassing. He huffs slightly.]
Though that’s not a bad thing for you, of course, it just means I’ve had practice. Better for you even. [He tilts his head, and then he moves his hands to the back of your neck.] I’ve kissed you once before, haven’t I? Don’t you want more of that? Because all you have to do is give me the go-ahead. I’ll be glad to deliver. Whatever you want from me, Keir. Anything at all.
[He tries to keep himself talking just a bit longer than he would have. He has a strong feeling you like hearing him talk, after all. Suddenly, it’s like his world revolves around you, and solely you. It’s strange, almost, but… He thinks he could get used to it.]
(Their eyes grow hazy the more you talk, but they still stare at you. He's silent as he processes your words. Oh. Oh, but he does want more of that. They want you to kiss them. How do they say that though?)
(He whines. He wants to bury his face in the side of your neck while he tries to figure out how to word things, but he wants to keep staring. You're too pretty to be real. They can touch you, though, which means that you are real. They're silent for a minute longer, and when they do speak, their voice is quiet.)
"...Please. Ribbon, I want that."
[He smiles, and one of his hands moves to hold your cheek.] I just love that look on your face… You really are beautiful. Truly. [Hearing you say it, too, not just seeing that look of want… He leans in close, though not quite close enough quite yet.] Whatever you want, Keir. [It’s a whisper. Just barely loud enough to be heard.]
[He closes the gap, barely giving you time to prepare before his tongue works its way through your lips and into your mouth. He can really barely hold himself back. Both of his hands trail down your front, and you can feel his claws through your shirt. Luckily, it doesn’t rip. He eventually gets to the skin of your stomach, and then he starts working his way under your shirt again.]
(They can feel their face burning. He's obviously not on fire, but he's almost too warm. It's not from you. Your warmth is comforting. They're just overheating.)
(He almost says something before he's cut off by you kissing him. Oh. Oh, that's your tongue. He didn't realize that was a thing you could do. Ever. Oh, but that is nice. They could probably die here. They'd die happy.)
(They barely realize that they're whining into your mouth as their arms wrap further around you. One hand lands on the back of your head, the other essentially trapping you against his chest. They don't even realize that your hands are under their shirt. Or that you could've ripped it. That doesn't matter right now.)
[His claws start to dig into your stomach. He doesn’t know if he accidentally made you bleed or not, but he doesn’t think so. But he would love to feel your blood underneath his hands…]
[It’s hard to make this any deeper than it is, but he tries. He ends up pushing you to the ground in the process, accompanied by a sort of possessive growl that you can feel in your chest with how close you are to him. And he cant get enough of the little sounds you make, either. He wants more of those, so he only kisses you harder. His claws dig deeper into your skin, scratching at it. Right now, to him, the only thing that matters in the world is you.]
(He almost wants your claws in their stomach, but that...Does he have potions on him? If they do then you could- They can't remember, though. And you kissing them is making it harder to think back on what they have.)
(When his back hits the ground, he grunts but quickly adjusts. He's holding you so gently, but also so securely. They don't want to let you go. They don't want you to move back. Eventually they'll have to but...that...isn't important right now.)
(They groan around your tongue as your claws continue to dig into their skin. They want you to leave deeper scratches. He wants it to scar. He already has your bite marks on his skin, what would a couple scratches be compared to that?)
[You’re the one thats in control of him, right now. But with you under him like this, it’s hard to remind himself of that fact. It’s so easy to get lost in things like this, especially now. He cant help but wonder— Is this what you’ll use him for during the time you have him? He wouldn’t mind, not at all. It feels too good for him to mind.]
[He continues to scratch at your skin, but it never goes all that deep. He doesn’t know if he’s even allowed to hurt you right now, but stars, does he want to. Hurting things is his specialty, it’s what he was made to do. Its only right that he shares that with you, isn’t it? But he doesn’t, not yet, not until you tell him to.]
(They don't realize why you haven't done anything for a moment longer than they would've liked. Reluctantly, he pulls his head back. Just enough to break the kiss so they can talk. And breath. That's something they forgot to do. His chest is rising and falling fast, but not to the point of hyperventilating.)
"Ribbon- Ribbon. Please. I want..."
(How do they phrase this without seeming too odd.)
"I want you to scar me."
(Hm. That works. If you think they're weird, they'll...figure that out...Hm. They want to go back to kissing you now, but they want to hear your response.)
[As soon as you pull away, you realise he’s just… Not breathing, not whatsoever. But he doesn’t seem concerned, or even affected.] Scar you, hm..? [It takes him a second to get off the high that is all of this… This. And actually process your words. When he does, he smirks.] I could… But what will you give me in return? [Really, he has no right to be saying that. But he cant help himself.] Awfully big favor you’re asking of me there, you know. You’ll have to repay it somehow.
[If you ask again, he’ll do it without hesitation. But still. He can still want things as of now, and that is certainly something he wants from you. Anything, really, just for you to do something to him.]
(You're making them think? That- They whine. They can't think. Not when you stare at them like that.)
"I-"
(He cuts himself off with another whine. They hadn't processed the fact you weren't breathing before, but that- You- How can you be this unaffected?)
"Ribbon, please. Anything. I- I'll do anything. Just- Just please."
(Oh, that's...more than they meant to say. Hm. Oh well. Not important. Really, it isn't.)
[…This is fun.] Not very specific, are you? Fine, fine, I’ll let you have creative freedom when it comes to paying me back. The sooner the better!
[Finally, his claws break skin, digging into your abdomen. He can feel the blood, and his smile grows. Slowly, he starts dragging his claws downwards. He doesn’t go back in for another kiss, instead, just watching you. Watching for your reactions.]
(Their face scrunches up from the pain, but there's also a clear joy on their face. They're smiling, oh so happily.)
"Tha- Thank you, Ribbon- So good. You're so good for me. Could stay like this forever. Jus'- Jus' yours. Let you do whatever."
(He's rambling. He absolutely is. You've barely done anything and they're already a mess. It's probably the alcohol's fault, but you'd probably be able to get them like this without it, as well. His breath hitches every so often and whines interrupt their speech, but they push through it.)
[He wants to feel your organs against his claws again. He lets out a shaky breath— Just one, and then he goes quiet again. His claws continue to drag down your skin, creating deep gashes, very purposeful gashes. The blood stains your shirt, just a bit.]
[And— Stars, he cant help it when his blush intensifies at your words. He whines, and he wants more of that. His entire purpose is to be good for you, it’s what he was made for. He loves the sound of those words in your voice. He wants to pry them out of you.]
(They pull you down into another kiss. It's short, but it's sweet. He pulls away from you, but he just moves his face to your shoulder, burying his face into your neck.)
"So good. You'd-" (He muffles a whine by pressing his face further into your neck.) "You'd do anything I asked, wouldn't you? I could tell you to never stop. 'm not gunna, but I could."
(They don't care about their shirt. They can replace it. Or wash it. They wonder if you're aware they're still scared from when you bit them. He's certainly not going to point it out. That'd be embarrassing. He could've easily healed the marks with a potion...Dunno why he didn't.)
"So, so good for me."
[He whines again. Your words are getting to his head. His claws stop for a second, only to go back to the top of the gashes and go over them again.] Of course… Anything, I’d do anything you want me to… [This feeling really does just make him feel drunk off of it. Off of what, exactly, he’s not sure. But as long as you have his cuff, he can’t help but be addicted.] Wanna be good for you…
‘N then you can do whatever you want with me. I could be your toy, and you—[Stars, he wants that. He takes a breath.]—and you could do anything to me. Please, hurt me, you do it so well, I jus’—[Another breath, his claws keep gouging lines into your abdomen.]—just please, stars, let me be your plaything… Won’t you? I’ll do anything you ask….
(The pain of having your claws in their abdomen is catching up to them, stealing the breath that they would've used to speak. They muffle a groan of pain by biting your neck. He doesn't let go for a while, and when he does let go he just bites a new spot. Their teeth aren't sharp enough to do any real damage, but they bite nonetheless.)
(Their arms have ended up loosely wrapped around your torso by this point. They'd squeeze you to their chest again if they weren't so out of it.)
[He closes his eyes, whining at the feeling of you biting him. It’s been so long since he’s been bitten by anyone— He forgot how good it feels. And there isn’t even any instinct to push you away now that his cuff isn’t there.] More, please— Please, jus’— Just a bit more… [Its still not enough for him.]
[He can feel bits of your flesh gather under his claws. He cant wait to lick his fingers of your blood.]
(He wants to leave his bite marks in your skin like you did to him. That- Huh. That's an interesting thought. They'll...think about that later. For now, they pull back to look at your face.)
"More what?"
(They're teasing. He really shouldn't be, given that you could easily dig your claws into somewhere new to scar them, but he can't help it! You're just- You get so cute when he teases you.)
[He’s a little disappointed when you pull away, and then you say that. And then he looks at you like you’ve personally offended him, momentarily snapped out of the swirl of nothing that you were quickly turning his mind into. He flushes harder all the while.] You— Don’t make me ask for it, thats just mean! I don’t even know in the first place… [He surrenders slightly more back into the fog covering his mind, and you can see it on his face, too. The way his pupils dilate just a bit.] But… Anything?
[He just wants you right now.]
Please, just do anything to me, I don’t care! Whatever you come up with I’ll do, just as long as its you… Please…
(He nearly laughs, but instead they find themself rendered silent at your expression. They can't help but stare again. Hm. You really are pretty. He could probably find a pictobox somewhere...You'd make a lovely subject.)
"...M'kay."
(They aren't sure what to do, but a glance around the area surrounding them gives them an idea. Their eyes land upon a rock...This idea isn't sanitary in the slightest but...)
(Reaching out, they grab the rock. There's a moment of hesitance before he's holding it up to your face.)
"Do you think you could keep this in your throat?"
Whuh? [Well that was… Okay, he’s still trying to process what you just asked him to do. He stares at you confusedly for a while, glancing at the rock a few times and then back at you.] I’m not a storage system… But I can try?
[You want him to. Thats a good enough reason, he thinks. Still, he can’t help but be a bit nervous.] I’m not that big either…
"It's okay. I can help."
(He smiles, blinking at you.)
"I'd also like you to try and talk around it, once it's in place."
(They have no idea what they're doing but they're sure it'll end...well...Honestly they just want to hear your voice get more and more strained.)
[He whines, but… Nods anyway.] I can do that, I think. Just… Be as rough as you like.
[He looks up at you, but otherwise doesn’t do anything. The look in his eyes tells you that you’re going to have to do most of the work here if you want it done at all.]
"M'kay. Can you open your mouth for me, Ribbon?"
(His hand that isn't holding the rock has grabbed your chin. They're looking at you with an oh-so-gentle glint in their eye.)
"It's okay if you can't. I can open it for you, but it'd be easier if you did it."
[His ears raise slightly, and you can see mischief in his eyes. And then—] Oh, shame, it seems I can’t… [During the whole time he talks, his mouth doesn’t open. The only thing you get is a sly smile and him leaning a bit further into your touch.] Looks like you’ll have to make me.
(They laugh. Of course. What else should they have expected?)
"Oh, truly what a shame."
(He simply sits there for a moment before he's pressing his thumb against your lips and into your mouth. They're not exactly gentle, but they're not truly rough either.)
[Easily, he parts his lips for you. He continues to stare unblinkingly into your eyes, however, waiting for you to continue. He cant help but lick at your thumb a little, and you can feel what almost might be raised lines carved into the surface of his tongue. Not only that, but his tongue is forked too, which was pretty obvious— Now he just makes it more obvious by sort of grabbing your thumb with his tongue, both ends of it wrapping around you.]
[Still, he waits for you to continue. He’s getting a little impatient, though.]
(His brow furrows at the odd feeling on your tongue. He hadn't noticed that before. Hm. Maybe he'll ask about that later.)
"You really are so good for me, aren't you?"
(They stare at the rock for a moment before bringing it up to your lips again, pushing it into your mouth. There's a smile on their face the entire time.)
[He lets go of you, and whines slightly. It tastes— Like a rock. He’s licked plenty of rocks in his time of existence, sure, but that doesn’t mean it’s a pleasant taste. No, he doesn’t know why he kept trying it again, and this probably isn’t going to stop him from doing it more, either. Anyhow, he… Doesn’t think he can swallow this. It’s a bit too… Big, for him especially. He tries to move it around in his mouth, but really, theres so little space that he just can’t. He looks back up to you, sort of questioning. You have to have realised that it’s a bit difficult for him to get any of this down, right? He whines again, just for good measure.]
(They just smile at you. Internally they're panicking a tad but that's due to their poor planning.)
"It's okay, I said I'd help, didn't I?"
(They continue to push the rock further and further into your mouth. They pause every so often, but other than that it's a constant thing.)
[He whines again, a bit cut off, but eagerly accepts the challenge. He tries his best to relax himself for you, and he takes it… Surprisingly well. Though it does take him a second to hold back a choke when you push it far enough, but he gets used to the odd sensation of having something forced down his throat fairly quickly. He still has to hold back the occasional choke, but otherwise, he seems fine. You could probably even go faster, if you wanted to. He wouldn’t mind that at all. In fact, you can feel him sort of pushing against you as well.]
[At some point his eyes had closed from the effort of keeping himself in check, but they open again just to try and beg without words. He did tell you to be rough with him, didn’t he? He wants you to treat him like a plaything, really. The sooner the better.]
(He laughs. It's fond and gooey and all sorts of feelings wrapped into a single sound.)
"Am I not doing what you want?"
(They continue to push the rock further into your throat. Their hand is very much in your mouth now. You could easily bite it off. He doesn't really like the idea of that happening, but it's a thought that just reminds it of what you're capable of.)
"Am I not being rough enough? Or did you want me to be gentler?"
(He knows what you want. He obviously does from the glint in his eye. That doesn't stop him from teasing still.)
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(He had been walking around aimlessly when he heard...talking. He could only hear one voice, but it sounded like you. He had started towards you, but the talking...stopped.)
(...)
(They were practically running now. There's a moment where they think they might've just imagined your voice, but...That doesn't stop him from running. There's a moment of silence from them when they stumble upon you. Then they panic.)
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[He's laying on his side in the grass, somewhat curled up. His eyes are open, but… He doesn’t look there. Like he’s completely dazed. He’s not breathing, not moving at all. Really, he does look dead.]
[Theres a single empty bottle of alcohol off to the side, and his face and ear tips look suspiciously flushed.]
“Ribbon- Ribbon. Hey- Look at me-”
(They rush over to you, kneeling at your side. He cradles your face between his hands, staring at you with so, so much worry.)
[His eyes refocus, though only barely. He leans into your touch, but still… It doesn’t seem like he’s all that present yet.]
“Shit, Ribbon- What happened?-”
(They start to check you for injuries. There- There has to be something they can fix.)
[Theres nothing you can directly see. And… Holy shit you’re actually really pretty. That realisation comes with a blink and a bit of light returning to his eyes. Though he does start crawling on top of you, which just hurts. He whines.] Feelss good…. You.. Mmm, Keir… [He missed having someone like this. He’s in your lap now, his chest pressed against yours, and his arms wrapped around you in some lazy semblance of a hug.]
(Their shoulders relax ever so slightly as you talk, but they’re still tense. Why are you so out of it- He certain alcohol doesn’t make someone act- Act like this!)
“What- What feels good, Ribbon?”
(They’re still searching for injuries. Any sign of one. Anything that would tell them why you’re like this. They also need you to keep talking to them. If- If you’re talking then you’re alive.)
E-Ehv’rythin’.. ‘S hurts… Hehe, mmm… You’re real pretty… [His hands start working their way under the rim of your shirt, and he presses himself closer to you. It sort of forces you backwards a bit.]
[…He wants another drink. One of his hands is taken off from you to summon a new bottle.]
(With one hand, they grab the wrist of the hand that summons a new bottle. Their other wraps itself around your waist.)
“Ribbon, before you take another drink, what do you mean everything hurts?”
(His face had gone pink when you called him pretty. There are…more important things to worry about currently, though.)
’S jus’ th’normal stuhff… [But it’s worse.] Feels… Good…. [His other hand, the one not holding the freaky alcohol, starts trailing up your back from under your shirt. His claws sometimes scratch at your skin.]
[His eyes latch onto your neck. He leans forwards a bit to give your throat a lick, then his eyes go up to meet yours again.] Gunna make me better…?
“…Right. Ribbon, I need you to listen for a moment.”
(They can feel their face getting warmer every time your claws scratch at their back. He needs to focus, though. You’re drunk.)
“I don’t want to do anything to you while you’re drunk. I need you to be of…sound mind before I do anything. As much as I would love to make you feel better, I don’t think that is a good idea.”
(You licking their neck brings memories to the surface. Things that they need to shove down before they’re properly tempted to make you feel better.)
[…He doesn’t look like he processed a word you just said. Instead, he just smiles at you, all teeth. And then he wrenches his wrist from you, uncorks the bottle with his teeth, and takes a large drink of it, swallowing once while there’s still clearly some still in his mouth. And then—]
[And then his lips are suddenly on yours. His hand on your back moves quickly up to the back of your neck, wrapping his claws around it almost. All you can taste from him is alcohol.]
(He had been about to say something. To repeat what he had said, or tell you off for drinking more. But then your lips are on theirs and they can’t seem to think straight.)
(The taste of alcohol is overwhelming. Was there still some in your mouth? He can’t linger on that thought for long. He can’t truly savor the moment because you’re drunk.)
(They move to pull back from you, to break off the kiss. They don’t particularly want to but they’re still feeling rational right now.)
[As soon as you try and pull back, he just brings you into a deeper kiss. A bit of alcohol drips from the corner of his mouth. And then his tongue is forcing its way past your lips, along with a bit of alcohol.]
[His hand drifts from your neck to the back of your head, and half of your shirt has been dragged upwards as he’s moved his arm, exposing a good amount of your skin. He grabs a handful of your hair, not really letting you pull back anymore.]
(There’s a moment where they freeze. They clearly hadn’t expected…well, any of this. He whines into your mouth as his lips part for your tongue. This- This is wrong. You’re drunk.)
(Their hand that had previously held your wrist goes to try and push at your shoulder. To try and get you to back off. He can’t move back, so he needs you to move instead.)
(They don’t pay attention to the fact their shirt has moved. It’s not important right now.)
[It’s only when he’s pushed the rest of the alcohol into your mouth from his does he stop. Slowly, he pulls back, and looks at you with half-lidded eyes. He licks his lips, humming.] Tastes good… Get drunk with me, llove.. Won’t’cha? Plen’y for both’a uss… C’mon, le’s have a bit’a fun! Pleeease…? Wanna forget.. ‘Bout ev’rythin’ I’m… I can do…
[He goes down to start kissing at your neck instead.]
(He swallows the alcohol that had been pushed into his mouth. He stares at you with wide eyes and an extremely flushed face. There’s no way this is actually happening. This has to be a dream…It’s a very realistic one if it is.)
“Ribbon, that- That’s not a good idea.”
(The rational part of their brain is working overdrive, it seems. The kisses you press to their neck make it hard to think, but he can’t be terribly distracted. He needs to find a way to get you…not drunk.)
Mmm… Why’s that..? [His tone just seems…. Sad. But you can tell from the look in his eyes that he’s anything but.] Don’ ya wanna make me happy..? Youu make me sooo happy, you’re sso… Tasty! Could jus’ eat you whole… ‘N you’re so pretty, pin ya up somewhere so I can jus’ look at’cha all th’time… [He wraps the arm that currently holds the alcohol bottle around you in such a way that he can drape the bottle over your shoulder, right next to your face.]
C’monnn! Get drunk wit’ meee! It can be cel’bration for… Not ssuisi- Suicidin’ myself… [Thinking about that, how is he still alive again? Didn’t he slice his cuff? Huh. Maybe this is the afterlife. But he’s not allowed there, so maybe he’s just so stupid he can’t even kill himself right. Wasn’t there a reason he wasn’t supposed to do that? He can’t remember anything! Wow!]
Keirr… Pleasee..? Please won’t ya jus’… ‘ave a bit’a fun..?
(He remains staring at you. That...was a lot to process.)
"Fun? Ribbon, there are other ways to- Wait. Ribbon what do you mean you didn't 'suicide yourself?'"
(His arm that had wrapped around your waist tightens around you. The hand on your shoulder squeezes. He's searching your face for...something. They have a pretty good idea as to what you meant but that- They don't want to think about that. But they need to know.)
Nuh-uh… Nnot anymore… But tha’s ’kay, ‘cause you’re here! You… You’re fun! You’re ffun… ‘N tasty….
[He completely disregards your other question, though his face doesn’t fall. He just looks happy. Maybe a bit manic, actually.]
Won’t’cha kiss me..? Feels good when ya do… [He unwraps his arm from you, leaning back to take a drink from the bottle he has. It burns like hell as it goes down.]
(There's...not much visible on their face other than pure concern.)
"Ribbon that-..."
(He cuts himself off. That's...That's a conversation he needs to have with you when you're sober. You're clearly not going to answer any questions about it right now.)
"...I'm not going to kiss you Ribbon. I don't- I don't know how many times I have to say this, but you're drunk. I don't....want to do something to you that I'm not certain you're fine with."
[His face falls slightly, but it’s quickly brought up again. He pulls back from you, pushing himself off of you in the process. He brings the bottle back up to his mouth and just… Chugs the rest. And he throws it off to the side with an easy smile.] ‘Kay then… See ya.
[He falls to his back, then rolls onto his stomach. A small flash of light, and he has a choker necklace in his hands, the one around his neck clearly not there. He hums a tune as he stares at the thing, kicking his feet a bit. He slowly runs his claws across the surface.]
(They watch as you move away, a brow raised.)
"...Ribbon, I'm not leaving."
(He's not going to just leave you here. Just because you're...weirdly powerful, doesn't mean you're not vulnerable when drunk. They adjust to be sitting cross legged, but other than that they just...sort of watch you.)
Mm, ‘kay. Gunna watch me die then? [He looks back at you, absolutely nothing negative in his eyes. Just a faint glint of hope and excitement. He holds the cuff above his head to wave at you before bringing it back down to continue to mess with it.]
[…He told you about this once, he thinks. What this does, what this is to him.]
‘M gunna go see Bee… Hehe..! [First he just has to work up the courage to.]
(There's a moment where he just stares at you as his brain processes your words. And then he's lunging to grab the cuff from you.)
"That- No! Ribbon, I'm not going to just watch you die!"
[He doesn’t have time to process or react to you lunging for him. He whines when you take it from him, arms falling forward. But he just… Can’t make himself get angry at you. At all. He’s… Missing something.]
[It’s simpler this way, though, isn’t it?]
…What’re ya gunna do wit’that..?
"I- I don't know!"
(They really don't. They just...acted. There wasn't much thought behind what they did.)
"What I do know, is that I'm not just going to watch you kill yourself. That-"
(He's looking at you with...concern? Horror? Some combination of the two? They hold the cuff away from you with one hand, while the other hesitantly reaches for one of your hands.)
"Ribbon, I care too much about you to just watch that happen."
[He thinks…. He might be supposed to be feeling sad right now? Instead, there’s nothing. Huh. That’s not even the alcohol doing that. Well, whatever! He gives you a smile, and lays his head on the grass, looking up at you. He… Misses Bee. At least he still has that. He can’t wait to see it again, one day.]
[He hums, still just gazing up at you.] ‘M not’a good person, love… ‘Ss nice that’ya think you care ffor me though. [He wonders if his death would be pretty. An unfitting end for him, he thinks.]
But… Gotta make a— A choice now, don’t’cha? Puttit on, orrr give it back! But I could jus’ steal it from you again… [Thats a lie. He couldn’t do that even if he had the capacity to want to.]
"Just- Just because you aren't a good person doesn't mean I can't care!"
(Their expression has shifted to...hurt. They're still concerned, obviously so, but...they're hurt. Did you think he didn't care about you? That- Why would he not care? You've been nothing but sweet to him.)
"...Ribbon, I can't- I can't trust you with this," (He shakes the cuff) "Right now. I- I can't risk what will happen if I give it back."
(He doesn't...know how to put it on. If he did, it would've probably already have been on. They can't- They really can't risk losing you. Not like this, at least.)
[He sighs, the rolls over on his back so he can cross his arms at you.] Thenn what’cha gunna do with it, huh? Won’ give it back, won’ puttit on— You gunna fuckin’… Eat it? Or somethin’? Make a choice! Tha’s lit— leh— uh… That’s me you’re holdin’…!
[Still, he sounds more playful than anything.]
(They pause, narrowing their eyes at you. There's a moment of silence before a neutral expression appears on their face. They've let go of your hand and are now holding the cuff with both hands.)
"It's edible?"
Whuh? [He seems confused, but as soon as you say that, the cuff shifts and suddenly, it’s a small, easy to swallow pill. Well. He certainly wasn’t expecting that! He stares completely uncomprehendingly at you, and it doesn’t really help that he’s upside down right now.]
(They look between you and the now pill-like cuff they hold for a moment. And then they put it in their mouth and swallow.)
(It's a weird feeling, it is. Swallowing something akin to a pill without any form of liquid to help it go down. It doesn't help that there's...a shift in something. They can't...figure out what the shift is, but they're aware of it.)
K-Keir?? [Okay he wasn’t being serious. When he said that. A very intense blush works its way up his face. Well! He’s too drunk for this!] You— Stars, you don’ even know what you’re doing!
[Shit fuck shit fuck okay! Great. Looks like he has a new holder. Now he just has to shove down the feelings that comes along with that— Fuck this. He curls into a ball and tries to forget you exist.]
(He shudders once he's completely swallowed the cuff. That...They need a reminder to never do something like that again. Swallowing a pill without water, that is. They stare at you as their shoulders slump. Be it from relief or...some other emotion, not even they know.)
"...Ribbon, I would rather get myself into something that I don't understand than watch you die. You-"
(He cuts himself off, exhaling what would've been words in a shaky breath. They end up sitting down with their knees pulled to their chest. There's...so much they could say here. So much that they want to say. And yet none of the words will flow.)
[He buries his face in his claws and screams. When he’s done with that, he pushes himself upwards. He has to get— Less drunk. Because he has to be effective and efficient. Because that’s what he’s for. Stars— He doesn’t miss this mindset. It doesn’t help that it was so sudden! Whatever.]
[He sits on his knees and looks to you with a smile. If he could be angry right now, there would be much more bite to his tone.] Con-fuckin’-grasluations—[Fuck he’s so good at talking]—youu have complete control over me. Yay for you! High teir summon jus’ for you! I’m allll yours!
Can I— Jus’ go get. Not drunk. Real quick?
(They blink at you several times before their brain catches up to them. Oh. Oh. That was stupid of them to do, wasn't it? You- You had breifly told them about how the cuff worked. About how whoever had it- Oh Goddesses, he just ate the damned thing-)
"Yup! Yeah, that- You go do that."
(He's started to hit his head on his knees. Stupid- Irrational- Idiot.)
Grreat! [He can’t go very far from you but— He disappears in a flash of light. You wait a few seconds, and then he’s back.]
[…Face first on the grass. He groans.] Fuck forgot about hangover— Uhhh, what the fuck is goin’ on? Did you do something…? I… Really wanna do things for you right now…
(They've stopped hitting their head, but it does remain resting on their knees. His face is...essentially hidden by his hair, but their ears are a bright red. Well. No need to hide what they did.)
"...I ate your cuff."
Oh. [That did happen, yes.] Well good job? I’m… Yours now… Uh…
Whyy would you— Do that? Eh, whatever, jus’… Make good use of me…
(...Do you not...remember what happened? Ah. Yes. That is a side effect of being drunk.)
"...Ribbon you tried to kill yourself. And-"
(...)
"...You also kissed me. And when I had told you that I wouldn't- I wasn't going to kiss you. Not like that. When- When I told you that, you asked if I was going to watch you die."
(They're staring at you with this look of horror. Also an embarrassed one, but mostly a look of horror.)
"I wasn't going to just watch- I couldn't just- I didn't- Ribbon that was the most stressed I have been in years. I don't-...I don't know what I would've done if you were actually dead."
[He stares at you, trying to process everything just what you said.] Tried to kill myself… Uh, yeah, wouldn’t be the first time. Don’t really have much to live for anyway now that.. Bees dead. So. I can see that happening…
I can also really see me kissing you. You are really fucking pretty. ‘N you’re tasty too. Fuck being drunk for like a week straight is a bad idea— Feel like shit…
[The idea that someone actually cares enough to prevent his death—albeit in a questionable way—is… foreign. He tries not to think about it much which is easier than it should be, probably.]
"Wouldn't have been the- Ribbon, what the fuck?"
(You calling them pretty again is. It's not helping them think right, that's for certain. That- He can have a mental breakdown about that later. You've tried to do this before?)
(...Also who is Bee?)
Do I look mentally stable to you? ‘Course I’ve tried to fuckin’ kill myself before…. Jus’ wish I actually went through with it… [Then none of this would have happened. Bee would probably still be alive too. He sighs. He’s… Weirdly enough, completely empty. There’s just nothing. Weird.] Aaanyway, seriously, what are you gunna do with me? I can be whatever you want. Jus’ tell me already, won’t you..?
"...I don't want you to be what I want you to be. Why would I want that? That- That's so stupid- Goddesses sake, I'm stupid! You told me what your cuff did--granted not in detail--and I still ate it! Why did I eat it? I could've just- I could've just held onto it! It wouldn't have been that difficult-"
(They groan, their head falling forward to hit their knees again. There's no sound from them aside from their breathing for a moment. Then they're looking up at you again.)
"If you get your cuff back would you- You wouldn't have to listen to me, would you?"
[He listens to your self-deprecating spiel, finding no reason to interrupt. What you’re saying isn’t entirely untrue anyway. There are plenty of other ways you could’ve dealt with the situation. Anyway—]
I don’t really have to listen to you anyway, not after what Shadow did, but I’d just… Really like to? It… Feels nice when I do things right for someone… [Sure, the mindset he’s forced into is a bit tiring, but still. It’s true that feeling accomplished is really nice.]
(Their expression morphs into shock for a second before turning into confusion. That...Huh. He can- He can understand that. Though it's not... It's not the same, obviously not. It's still confusing, though.)
"...You want to. Just- Just because it feels nice?"
’S how I was designed, I can’t change it! Easier to control something when they feel good doing it, no? It’s like a failsafe or something.
[He looks at you, and…. He really wants something from you. Just for you to… Do something to him. Stars, it’s like a need. Maybe if he does something for you you’ll kiss him…]
"...Ribbon. I mean this kindly, but once again. What the fuck."
(Hm. That's...Interesting? It- It's unusual. They shuffle in place for a moment before they just...fall backwards? He ends up lying on his back with his hands covering his face.)
Love it when you’re kind to me… [He huffs, and tries to move over to you because it only feels natural, but— He moves the wrong way and a spike of pain settles throughout his body. He falls back to the ground with a mix of a groan and a whine.] S-Stars— Why does that… Feel good….
(They had planned to just lie there and think, but…Damn you Goddesses for making Ribbon someone he cares about. They uncover their face, to pick their head up and look at you.)
“…Everything…Alright?..”
Yeah… Jus’… Everything feels weird… ‘S all just… Good? I don’t know! It’s all weird! And too much… I don’t wanna deal with this shit right now… [He decides to continue to lay where he is, though he does give you a very sad, pathetic, pleading look for you to do something. He doesn’t exactly care what at this point.]
(They stare at you with a blank face before groaning and letting their head fall back again. Damn you and your...frankly adorable expressions.)
"I'm too sober for this."
(He gets why you got drunk to deal with emotions now...Kinda. Not really. More than he had at least.)
[He huffs, dropping the expression when you look away from him.]
I still have a… Lot of illegally acquired alcohol? If you want some? [To prove his point, he summons another full, unopened bottle and shakes it.]
(Their head is lifted again, though this time they've...somewhat pushed themself up. He gives you a considering look before shrugging.)
"Y'know what? Sure. That- That sounds great. Can't fuck this up any more, can I?"
(He stares for a moment before pushing himself up the rest of the way, moving to be closer to you.)
[He holds the bottle out to you, but doesn’t move from his position. He doesn’t need to feel anything more than what he is now, and moving just makes everything worse. He wonders if you’ll be cute when you’re drunk…]
You probably could. Careful, it’s pretty strong.
[Really, he wouldn’t be surprised if just one of these is more than you can handle.]
(He laughs as he takes the bottle from you. It's...slightly hysterical but that's- That's fine. They're fine.)
"Strong is what I need right now."
(With some struggle, they open the bottle and take a drink. They shudder slightly at the taste. That is- That is terrible. How did you manage to drink this? He grumbles something about teaching you what good alcohol tastes like before taking another drink.)
[He continues to just stare at you with a soft smile. He would have a drink, but… He needs to be at his best for you. So he won’t. But he’ll indulge you as much as you want him to!]
Hehe, yeah, ‘s pretty bad.
(They glare at you, though it seems playful.)
"Why do you drink this? It's so bad."
(Despite this they take another drink. He can ignore the taste. Honestly, the more he drinks it the easier that gets. Which...makes sense. Also the more they drink, the more they realize how cute you are. He could probably carry you easily...Well, not right now, they'd probably drop you. But later...Later they may have to test that.)
Because it’s the strongest stuff I’ve found. [He leans his head on one of his hands. Still, he can’t look away. He wishes you would just run your hands through his hair. Maybe he could teach you how to braid it, if you don’t know already.] It’s easy to get completely wasted on.
"Hm. Fair 'nough."
(He blinks at you slowly, almost like a cat. Huh. They thought you were the cat. Whatever. They hesitate for a moment before they sort of just...collapse into your side.)
"Did you know that you make me feel insane? 'Cause- 'Cause you do."
[As soon as you lean into him, it’s almost like he’s the drunk one. Your touch is like a drug, maybe a reward. What is he even being rewarded for? Whatever, he just knows he likes it. Suddenly, he’s purring uncontrollably, and leaning into you as much as he can.]
Mmm… Why?
"I dunno! You're just-"
(There's a groan as they take another drink. Wow, you were right. This is strong.)
"You're too cute. I wanna just keep you forever. I'm not gunna cuz you're- You don't deserve to be stuck with me. Unless you'd want that. Then you do deserve it."
[He tries to nuzzle in closer to you, nearly wrapping himself completely around you. Still, his purrs only get louder. He looks up to you, and what you can see could only be described as lovesick.] I’d love to be stuck with you… Forever and ever and ever… ‘N you could do whatever you want with me. [Theres a certain lilt to his voice you’ve never really heard from him.] I’m yours, Keir.
[Even this is a bit uncharacteristic of him.]
(Huh. That's...This is probably something that the two of you need to have a conversation about but he's...Hm. He wouldn't be able to phrase anything right, and he's...probably going to forget this happened. Being drunk is weird. Helpful, though. Sometimes. Not really.)
"...Mine?"
(Oh, that...that is a thought. If you were theirs, they could do so much to you. So many things. You could do so much to them. Could they be yours as much as you are theirs?)
(They go to take another drink from the bottle only to find that they've emptied it. There's a suprised blink before he shrugs and places it to the side. Whatever. He has...other things to focus on. Like you! Oh look at you...They could just stay at your side forever. You're so warm...the warmest. There's a giddy smile on their face as they wrap their arms around you.)
[He situates himself so that he’s once again in your lap, though he doesn’t try anything. He’s kind of just goes limp in your arms, continuing to look up at you like you hung the moon.]
Yours.. All yours.
[This is a strange feeling. It’s too… It’s too intense. But he can’t find it in himself to care. He is yours after all, you made him yours. He can’t argue with that fact. It’s actually impossible for him to.]
(He hums in acknowledgment, staring at you with plain adoration clear on his face. One of their hands comes up to cup your face. You truly are adorable. He can think that so many times and it won't get old. Well not to his drunken brain at least. It might get repetitive if they were sober.)
(They're somewhat tempted to see if they could play their harp like this...with you in their lap and with their muddled thoughts. It'd probably be shit, but...It's a tempting thought.)
"I told you that you were the cutest ever, right? That- If I haven't I should've. 'Cause you are. You're the cutest ever. The most cute. Cuter than...Cuter than an otter. And those fuzzy things are cute! But you're cuter."
Hehe… [He sort of looks off to the side, clearly flustered. He leans further into your hand, and his neck is a bit more visible right now, especially without the cuff around it.] You’re really drunk, aren’t you?
[He still doesn’t know how to take a compliment. You can tell from how embarrassed he looks.]
"...'s like you said, that was...strong alcohol."
(They run their thumb over your cheek, watching your face. Hm. They could probably kiss you right now, couldn't they? You...You weren't drunk anymore and you had said that you could see yourself kissing him. Right? That- That would mean you want to kiss them.)
(...)
(The Goddesses are probably laughing at him right now, aren't they?)
(Shaking that thought out of their brain, their eyes dart to your neck. Oh. Your skin is pretty. Well, all of you is. He finds himself leaning down to press a kiss to the side of your neck.)
[As soon as your lips meet his skin, it sends a shiver down his non-existent spine. One of his hands drifts to the back of your head, and his claws dig into your scalp just slight enough for you to really feel it. He whines quietly, and closes his eyes just to make sure he takes in the feeling completely.]
[He leans his head a bit on your shoulder. He saw that look in your eyes, and he wishes you acted on that. Really, he almost did, but he can’t. Not without permission. He pulls you a bit closer to him.]
(You can feel their smile on as they continue to press kisses to your skin. When you grab his hair, he groans. They pull back from your neck, just enough to look at you.)
“…Ribbon, can you look at me?”
..Hm?
[He tries, and ends up making shaky eye contact with you along with a nervous smile. He’s breathing just a bit heavier than usual.]
Y-Yeah?
“Nothin’. J’st wanted t’ see your face.”
(They smile wider.)
“You think you could loosen your grip on my hair?”
(You look even cuter when you’re nervous. He could stare at your eyes forever. And your smile…Really just you.)
[He whines more, but his grip does loosen. Not to mention him being completely flustered and covered in a light blush.]
You— You… [Yeah, it’s hard to talk right now. He still wishes you would just kiss him.]
“Me?”
(They’re teasing now. They’re absolutely teasing you. He’s got a…smug grin on his face and his eyes are shining with entertainment.)
(One of his hands is resting upon the small of your back. The other has moved to the side of your neck. Oh. Was their face always that close to yours? They don’t remember moving.)
[He frowns slightly, though the smile never quite leaves his face.] Youuu… Are a fuckin’ trouble maker… [Immediately, he buries his head under your chin to at least hide a little bit. His hand does go up to meet yours, however, and hold it. He runs his thumb over your fingers gently.]
“Don’ hide… I wanna see your eeyes..”
(They do. They’re truly do want to keep seeing your eyes.)
“Also ‘m the trouble maker?”
(His hand on your back moves to wrap around your waist, almost hugging you to his chest. You’re really warm. It’s like sitting next to a fire.)
[He grumbles, and only huddles closer to you. He doesn’t bother dignifying that. Like this, you can see most of the ground behind him.] You are… Trying to embarrass me… [But he’s not complaining. Anything you do is a gift to him. He would love to be flustered to death by you.]
“Nuh uh…’m just…I dunno…”
(They don’t want to see the ground. That isn’t you. He’s grab your chin, pulling you to look at him again.)
“Jus’…Jus’ wanna…look at you.”
(He wants to kiss you. Hm. That thought is back. They probably could…Hmm. Should they is the question…You’d probably be okay with it…)
(Making their mind up, he presses a kiss to your lips. It’s quick and more of a peck, but it happens.)
Mm… [Its still hard to look at you. You’re just so… He whines. But he tries to work up the confidence to actually say something.] Put me on display, then. Pin me up somewhere so you can look at me all day.
I wouldn’t mind.
[He can sort of sense it when you decide to go in, but he isn’t really ready for the feeling he gets when you actually do it. Immediately he melts into you, and his eyes gain a sort of dazed quality to them. It wasn’t even that much, but he wants more. He's a greedy little thing.]
…You can do better than that, love…
(They had a flush to their face. Be it from your words or the alcohol, it's hard to tell...Probably a mix of the two, honestly. He hums, almost uncertain.)
"I dunno, Ribbon. I might mess something up." (They pause before muttering under their breath.) "Hard enough to kiss when 'm sober."
(Pin you up...Hm. Maybe not. He likes being close to you as well. Likes touching you. That'd be hard to do if you were pinned up somewhere.)
[He hums as well, almost mimicking you really.] You could always let me take the lead. You’re hardly the first person I’ve kissed, you know. Hehe, I’ve even kissed Zomi before you! [Well, more like it kissed him, but he’s not about to go thinking about that too hard. It’s embarrassing. He huffs slightly.]
Though that’s not a bad thing for you, of course, it just means I’ve had practice. Better for you even. [He tilts his head, and then he moves his hands to the back of your neck.] I’ve kissed you once before, haven’t I? Don’t you want more of that? Because all you have to do is give me the go-ahead. I’ll be glad to deliver. Whatever you want from me, Keir. Anything at all.
[He tries to keep himself talking just a bit longer than he would have. He has a strong feeling you like hearing him talk, after all. Suddenly, it’s like his world revolves around you, and solely you. It’s strange, almost, but… He thinks he could get used to it.]
(Their eyes grow hazy the more you talk, but they still stare at you. He's silent as he processes your words. Oh. Oh, but he does want more of that. They want you to kiss them. How do they say that though?)
(He whines. He wants to bury his face in the side of your neck while he tries to figure out how to word things, but he wants to keep staring. You're too pretty to be real. They can touch you, though, which means that you are real. They're silent for a minute longer, and when they do speak, their voice is quiet.)
"...Please. Ribbon, I want that."
[He smiles, and one of his hands moves to hold your cheek.] I just love that look on your face… You really are beautiful. Truly. [Hearing you say it, too, not just seeing that look of want… He leans in close, though not quite close enough quite yet.] Whatever you want, Keir. [It’s a whisper. Just barely loud enough to be heard.]
[He closes the gap, barely giving you time to prepare before his tongue works its way through your lips and into your mouth. He can really barely hold himself back. Both of his hands trail down your front, and you can feel his claws through your shirt. Luckily, it doesn’t rip. He eventually gets to the skin of your stomach, and then he starts working his way under your shirt again.]
(They can feel their face burning. He's obviously not on fire, but he's almost too warm. It's not from you. Your warmth is comforting. They're just overheating.)
(He almost says something before he's cut off by you kissing him. Oh. Oh, that's your tongue. He didn't realize that was a thing you could do. Ever. Oh, but that is nice. They could probably die here. They'd die happy.)
(They barely realize that they're whining into your mouth as their arms wrap further around you. One hand lands on the back of your head, the other essentially trapping you against his chest. They don't even realize that your hands are under their shirt. Or that you could've ripped it. That doesn't matter right now.)
[His claws start to dig into your stomach. He doesn’t know if he accidentally made you bleed or not, but he doesn’t think so. But he would love to feel your blood underneath his hands…]
[It’s hard to make this any deeper than it is, but he tries. He ends up pushing you to the ground in the process, accompanied by a sort of possessive growl that you can feel in your chest with how close you are to him. And he cant get enough of the little sounds you make, either. He wants more of those, so he only kisses you harder. His claws dig deeper into your skin, scratching at it. Right now, to him, the only thing that matters in the world is you.]
(He almost wants your claws in their stomach, but that...Does he have potions on him? If they do then you could- They can't remember, though. And you kissing them is making it harder to think back on what they have.)
(When his back hits the ground, he grunts but quickly adjusts. He's holding you so gently, but also so securely. They don't want to let you go. They don't want you to move back. Eventually they'll have to but...that...isn't important right now.)
(They groan around your tongue as your claws continue to dig into their skin. They want you to leave deeper scratches. He wants it to scar. He already has your bite marks on his skin, what would a couple scratches be compared to that?)
[You’re the one thats in control of him, right now. But with you under him like this, it’s hard to remind himself of that fact. It’s so easy to get lost in things like this, especially now. He cant help but wonder— Is this what you’ll use him for during the time you have him? He wouldn’t mind, not at all. It feels too good for him to mind.]
[He continues to scratch at your skin, but it never goes all that deep. He doesn’t know if he’s even allowed to hurt you right now, but stars, does he want to. Hurting things is his specialty, it’s what he was made to do. Its only right that he shares that with you, isn’t it? But he doesn’t, not yet, not until you tell him to.]
(They don't realize why you haven't done anything for a moment longer than they would've liked. Reluctantly, he pulls his head back. Just enough to break the kiss so they can talk. And breath. That's something they forgot to do. His chest is rising and falling fast, but not to the point of hyperventilating.)
"Ribbon- Ribbon. Please. I want..."
(How do they phrase this without seeming too odd.)
"I want you to scar me."
(Hm. That works. If you think they're weird, they'll...figure that out...Hm. They want to go back to kissing you now, but they want to hear your response.)
[As soon as you pull away, you realise he’s just… Not breathing, not whatsoever. But he doesn’t seem concerned, or even affected.] Scar you, hm..? [It takes him a second to get off the high that is all of this… This. And actually process your words. When he does, he smirks.] I could… But what will you give me in return? [Really, he has no right to be saying that. But he cant help himself.] Awfully big favor you’re asking of me there, you know. You’ll have to repay it somehow.
[If you ask again, he’ll do it without hesitation. But still. He can still want things as of now, and that is certainly something he wants from you. Anything, really, just for you to do something to him.]
(You're making them think? That- They whine. They can't think. Not when you stare at them like that.)
"I-"
(He cuts himself off with another whine. They hadn't processed the fact you weren't breathing before, but that- You- How can you be this unaffected?)
"Ribbon, please. Anything. I- I'll do anything. Just- Just please."
(Oh, that's...more than they meant to say. Hm. Oh well. Not important. Really, it isn't.)
[…This is fun.] Not very specific, are you? Fine, fine, I’ll let you have creative freedom when it comes to paying me back. The sooner the better!
[Finally, his claws break skin, digging into your abdomen. He can feel the blood, and his smile grows. Slowly, he starts dragging his claws downwards. He doesn’t go back in for another kiss, instead, just watching you. Watching for your reactions.]
(Their face scrunches up from the pain, but there's also a clear joy on their face. They're smiling, oh so happily.)
"Tha- Thank you, Ribbon- So good. You're so good for me. Could stay like this forever. Jus'- Jus' yours. Let you do whatever."
(He's rambling. He absolutely is. You've barely done anything and they're already a mess. It's probably the alcohol's fault, but you'd probably be able to get them like this without it, as well. His breath hitches every so often and whines interrupt their speech, but they push through it.)
[He wants to feel your organs against his claws again. He lets out a shaky breath— Just one, and then he goes quiet again. His claws continue to drag down your skin, creating deep gashes, very purposeful gashes. The blood stains your shirt, just a bit.]
[And— Stars, he cant help it when his blush intensifies at your words. He whines, and he wants more of that. His entire purpose is to be good for you, it’s what he was made for. He loves the sound of those words in your voice. He wants to pry them out of you.]
(They pull you down into another kiss. It's short, but it's sweet. He pulls away from you, but he just moves his face to your shoulder, burying his face into your neck.)
"So good. You'd-" (He muffles a whine by pressing his face further into your neck.) "You'd do anything I asked, wouldn't you? I could tell you to never stop. 'm not gunna, but I could."
(They don't care about their shirt. They can replace it. Or wash it. They wonder if you're aware they're still scared from when you bit them. He's certainly not going to point it out. That'd be embarrassing. He could've easily healed the marks with a potion...Dunno why he didn't.)
"So, so good for me."
[He whines again. Your words are getting to his head. His claws stop for a second, only to go back to the top of the gashes and go over them again.] Of course… Anything, I’d do anything you want me to… [This feeling really does just make him feel drunk off of it. Off of what, exactly, he’s not sure. But as long as you have his cuff, he can’t help but be addicted.] Wanna be good for you…
‘N then you can do whatever you want with me. I could be your toy, and you—[Stars, he wants that. He takes a breath.]—and you could do anything to me. Please, hurt me, you do it so well, I jus’—[Another breath, his claws keep gouging lines into your abdomen.]—just please, stars, let me be your plaything… Won’t you? I’ll do anything you ask….
(The pain of having your claws in their abdomen is catching up to them, stealing the breath that they would've used to speak. They muffle a groan of pain by biting your neck. He doesn't let go for a while, and when he does let go he just bites a new spot. Their teeth aren't sharp enough to do any real damage, but they bite nonetheless.)
(Their arms have ended up loosely wrapped around your torso by this point. They'd squeeze you to their chest again if they weren't so out of it.)
[He closes his eyes, whining at the feeling of you biting him. It’s been so long since he’s been bitten by anyone— He forgot how good it feels. And there isn’t even any instinct to push you away now that his cuff isn’t there.] More, please— Please, jus’— Just a bit more… [Its still not enough for him.]
[He can feel bits of your flesh gather under his claws. He cant wait to lick his fingers of your blood.]
(He wants to leave his bite marks in your skin like you did to him. That- Huh. That's an interesting thought. They'll...think about that later. For now, they pull back to look at your face.)
"More what?"
(They're teasing. He really shouldn't be, given that you could easily dig your claws into somewhere new to scar them, but he can't help it! You're just- You get so cute when he teases you.)
[He’s a little disappointed when you pull away, and then you say that. And then he looks at you like you’ve personally offended him, momentarily snapped out of the swirl of nothing that you were quickly turning his mind into. He flushes harder all the while.] You— Don’t make me ask for it, thats just mean! I don’t even know in the first place… [He surrenders slightly more back into the fog covering his mind, and you can see it on his face, too. The way his pupils dilate just a bit.] But… Anything?
[He just wants you right now.]
Please, just do anything to me, I don’t care! Whatever you come up with I’ll do, just as long as its you… Please…
(He nearly laughs, but instead they find themself rendered silent at your expression. They can't help but stare again. Hm. You really are pretty. He could probably find a pictobox somewhere...You'd make a lovely subject.)
"...M'kay."
(They aren't sure what to do, but a glance around the area surrounding them gives them an idea. Their eyes land upon a rock...This idea isn't sanitary in the slightest but...)
(Reaching out, they grab the rock. There's a moment of hesitance before he's holding it up to your face.)
"Do you think you could keep this in your throat?"
Whuh? [Well that was… Okay, he’s still trying to process what you just asked him to do. He stares at you confusedly for a while, glancing at the rock a few times and then back at you.] I’m not a storage system… But I can try?
[You want him to. Thats a good enough reason, he thinks. Still, he can’t help but be a bit nervous.] I’m not that big either…
"It's okay. I can help."
(He smiles, blinking at you.)
"I'd also like you to try and talk around it, once it's in place."
(They have no idea what they're doing but they're sure it'll end...well...Honestly they just want to hear your voice get more and more strained.)
[He whines, but… Nods anyway.] I can do that, I think. Just… Be as rough as you like.
[He looks up at you, but otherwise doesn’t do anything. The look in his eyes tells you that you’re going to have to do most of the work here if you want it done at all.]
"M'kay. Can you open your mouth for me, Ribbon?"
(His hand that isn't holding the rock has grabbed your chin. They're looking at you with an oh-so-gentle glint in their eye.)
"It's okay if you can't. I can open it for you, but it'd be easier if you did it."
[His ears raise slightly, and you can see mischief in his eyes. And then—] Oh, shame, it seems I can’t… [During the whole time he talks, his mouth doesn’t open. The only thing you get is a sly smile and him leaning a bit further into your touch.] Looks like you’ll have to make me.
(They laugh. Of course. What else should they have expected?)
"Oh, truly what a shame."
(He simply sits there for a moment before he's pressing his thumb against your lips and into your mouth. They're not exactly gentle, but they're not truly rough either.)
[Easily, he parts his lips for you. He continues to stare unblinkingly into your eyes, however, waiting for you to continue. He cant help but lick at your thumb a little, and you can feel what almost might be raised lines carved into the surface of his tongue. Not only that, but his tongue is forked too, which was pretty obvious— Now he just makes it more obvious by sort of grabbing your thumb with his tongue, both ends of it wrapping around you.]
[Still, he waits for you to continue. He’s getting a little impatient, though.]
(His brow furrows at the odd feeling on your tongue. He hadn't noticed that before. Hm. Maybe he'll ask about that later.)
"You really are so good for me, aren't you?"
(They stare at the rock for a moment before bringing it up to your lips again, pushing it into your mouth. There's a smile on their face the entire time.)
[He lets go of you, and whines slightly. It tastes— Like a rock. He’s licked plenty of rocks in his time of existence, sure, but that doesn’t mean it’s a pleasant taste. No, he doesn’t know why he kept trying it again, and this probably isn’t going to stop him from doing it more, either. Anyhow, he… Doesn’t think he can swallow this. It’s a bit too… Big, for him especially. He tries to move it around in his mouth, but really, theres so little space that he just can’t. He looks back up to you, sort of questioning. You have to have realised that it’s a bit difficult for him to get any of this down, right? He whines again, just for good measure.]
(They just smile at you. Internally they're panicking a tad but that's due to their poor planning.)
"It's okay, I said I'd help, didn't I?"
(They continue to push the rock further and further into your mouth. They pause every so often, but other than that it's a constant thing.)
(He had been walking around aimlessly when he heard...talking. He could only hear one voice, but it sounded like you. He had started towards you, but the talking...stopped.)
(...)
(They were practically running now. There's a moment where they think they might've just imagined your voice, but...That doesn't stop him from running. There's a moment of silence from them when they stumble upon you. Then they panic.)
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[He's laying on his side in the grass, somewhat curled up. His eyes are open, but… He doesn’t look there. Like he’s completely dazed. He’s not breathing, not moving at all. Really, he does look dead.]
[Theres a single empty bottle of alcohol off to the side, and his face and ear tips look suspiciously flushed.]
“Ribbon- Ribbon. Hey- Look at me-”
(They rush over to you, kneeling at your side. He cradles your face between his hands, staring at you with so, so much worry.)
[His eyes refocus, though only barely. He leans into your touch, but still… It doesn’t seem like he’s all that present yet.]
“Shit, Ribbon- What happened?-”
(They start to check you for injuries. There- There has to be something they can fix.)
[Theres nothing you can directly see. And… Holy shit you’re actually really pretty. That realisation comes with a blink and a bit of light returning to his eyes. Though he does start crawling on top of you, which just hurts. He whines.] Feelss good…. You.. Mmm, Keir… [He missed having someone like this. He’s in your lap now, his chest pressed against yours, and his arms wrapped around you in some lazy semblance of a hug.]
(Their shoulders relax ever so slightly as you talk, but they’re still tense. Why are you so out of it- He certain alcohol doesn’t make someone act- Act like this!)
“What- What feels good, Ribbon?”
(They’re still searching for injuries. Any sign of one. Anything that would tell them why you’re like this. They also need you to keep talking to them. If- If you’re talking then you’re alive.)
E-Ehv’rythin’.. ‘S hurts… Hehe, mmm… You’re real pretty… [His hands start working their way under the rim of your shirt, and he presses himself closer to you. It sort of forces you backwards a bit.]
[…He wants another drink. One of his hands is taken off from you to summon a new bottle.]
(With one hand, they grab the wrist of the hand that summons a new bottle. Their other wraps itself around your waist.)
“Ribbon, before you take another drink, what do you mean everything hurts?”
(His face had gone pink when you called him pretty. There are…more important things to worry about currently, though.)
’S jus’ th’normal stuhff… [But it’s worse.] Feels… Good…. [His other hand, the one not holding the freaky alcohol, starts trailing up your back from under your shirt. His claws sometimes scratch at your skin.]
[His eyes latch onto your neck. He leans forwards a bit to give your throat a lick, then his eyes go up to meet yours again.] Gunna make me better…?
“…Right. Ribbon, I need you to listen for a moment.”
(They can feel their face getting warmer every time your claws scratch at their back. He needs to focus, though. You’re drunk.)
“I don’t want to do anything to you while you’re drunk. I need you to be of…sound mind before I do anything. As much as I would love to make you feel better, I don’t think that is a good idea.”
(You licking their neck brings memories to the surface. Things that they need to shove down before they’re properly tempted to make you feel better.)
[…He doesn’t look like he processed a word you just said. Instead, he just smiles at you, all teeth. And then he wrenches his wrist from you, uncorks the bottle with his teeth, and takes a large drink of it, swallowing once while there’s still clearly some still in his mouth. And then—]
[And then his lips are suddenly on yours. His hand on your back moves quickly up to the back of your neck, wrapping his claws around it almost. All you can taste from him is alcohol.]
(He had been about to say something. To repeat what he had said, or tell you off for drinking more. But then your lips are on theirs and they can’t seem to think straight.)
(The taste of alcohol is overwhelming. Was there still some in your mouth? He can’t linger on that thought for long. He can’t truly savor the moment because you’re drunk.)
(They move to pull back from you, to break off the kiss. They don’t particularly want to but they’re still feeling rational right now.)
[As soon as you try and pull back, he just brings you into a deeper kiss. A bit of alcohol drips from the corner of his mouth. And then his tongue is forcing its way past your lips, along with a bit of alcohol.]
[His hand drifts from your neck to the back of your head, and half of your shirt has been dragged upwards as he’s moved his arm, exposing a good amount of your skin. He grabs a handful of your hair, not really letting you pull back anymore.]
(There’s a moment where they freeze. They clearly hadn’t expected…well, any of this. He whines into your mouth as his lips part for your tongue. This- This is wrong. You’re drunk.)
(Their hand that had previously held your wrist goes to try and push at your shoulder. To try and get you to back off. He can’t move back, so he needs you to move instead.)
(They don’t pay attention to the fact their shirt has moved. It’s not important right now.)
[It’s only when he’s pushed the rest of the alcohol into your mouth from his does he stop. Slowly, he pulls back, and looks at you with half-lidded eyes. He licks his lips, humming.] Tastes good… Get drunk with me, llove.. Won’t’cha? Plen’y for both’a uss… C’mon, le’s have a bit’a fun! Pleeease…? Wanna forget.. ‘Bout ev’rythin’ I’m… I can do…
[He goes down to start kissing at your neck instead.]
(He swallows the alcohol that had been pushed into his mouth. He stares at you with wide eyes and an extremely flushed face. There’s no way this is actually happening. This has to be a dream…It’s a very realistic one if it is.)
“Ribbon, that- That’s not a good idea.”
(The rational part of their brain is working overdrive, it seems. The kisses you press to their neck make it hard to think, but he can’t be terribly distracted. He needs to find a way to get you…not drunk.)
Mmm… Why’s that..? [His tone just seems…. Sad. But you can tell from the look in his eyes that he’s anything but.] Don’ ya wanna make me happy..? Youu make me sooo happy, you’re sso… Tasty! Could jus’ eat you whole… ‘N you’re so pretty, pin ya up somewhere so I can jus’ look at’cha all th’time… [He wraps the arm that currently holds the alcohol bottle around you in such a way that he can drape the bottle over your shoulder, right next to your face.]
C’monnn! Get drunk wit’ meee! It can be cel’bration for… Not ssuisi- Suicidin’ myself… [Thinking about that, how is he still alive again? Didn’t he slice his cuff? Huh. Maybe this is the afterlife. But he’s not allowed there, so maybe he’s just so stupid he can’t even kill himself right. Wasn’t there a reason he wasn’t supposed to do that? He can’t remember anything! Wow!]
Keirr… Pleasee..? Please won’t ya jus’… ‘ave a bit’a fun..?
(He remains staring at you. That...was a lot to process.)
"Fun? Ribbon, there are other ways to- Wait. Ribbon what do you mean you didn't 'suicide yourself?'"
(His arm that had wrapped around your waist tightens around you. The hand on your shoulder squeezes. He's searching your face for...something. They have a pretty good idea as to what you meant but that- They don't want to think about that. But they need to know.)
Nuh-uh… Nnot anymore… But tha’s ’kay, ‘cause you’re here! You… You’re fun! You’re ffun… ‘N tasty….
[He completely disregards your other question, though his face doesn’t fall. He just looks happy. Maybe a bit manic, actually.]
Won’t’cha kiss me..? Feels good when ya do… [He unwraps his arm from you, leaning back to take a drink from the bottle he has. It burns like hell as it goes down.]
(There's...not much visible on their face other than pure concern.)
"Ribbon that-..."
(He cuts himself off. That's...That's a conversation he needs to have with you when you're sober. You're clearly not going to answer any questions about it right now.)
"...I'm not going to kiss you Ribbon. I don't- I don't know how many times I have to say this, but you're drunk. I don't....want to do something to you that I'm not certain you're fine with."
[His face falls slightly, but it’s quickly brought up again. He pulls back from you, pushing himself off of you in the process. He brings the bottle back up to his mouth and just… Chugs the rest. And he throws it off to the side with an easy smile.] ‘Kay then… See ya.
[He falls to his back, then rolls onto his stomach. A small flash of light, and he has a choker necklace in his hands, the one around his neck clearly not there. He hums a tune as he stares at the thing, kicking his feet a bit. He slowly runs his claws across the surface.]
(They watch as you move away, a brow raised.)
"...Ribbon, I'm not leaving."
(He's not going to just leave you here. Just because you're...weirdly powerful, doesn't mean you're not vulnerable when drunk. They adjust to be sitting cross legged, but other than that they just...sort of watch you.)
Mm, ‘kay. Gunna watch me die then? [He looks back at you, absolutely nothing negative in his eyes. Just a faint glint of hope and excitement. He holds the cuff above his head to wave at you before bringing it back down to continue to mess with it.]
[…He told you about this once, he thinks. What this does, what this is to him.]
‘M gunna go see Bee… Hehe..! [First he just has to work up the courage to.]
(There's a moment where he just stares at you as his brain processes your words. And then he's lunging to grab the cuff from you.)
"That- No! Ribbon, I'm not going to just watch you die!"
[He doesn’t have time to process or react to you lunging for him. He whines when you take it from him, arms falling forward. But he just… Can’t make himself get angry at you. At all. He’s… Missing something.]
[It’s simpler this way, though, isn’t it?]
…What’re ya gunna do wit’that..?
"I- I don't know!"
(They really don't. They just...acted. There wasn't much thought behind what they did.)
"What I do know, is that I'm not just going to watch you kill yourself. That-"
(He's looking at you with...concern? Horror? Some combination of the two? They hold the cuff away from you with one hand, while the other hesitantly reaches for one of your hands.)
"Ribbon, I care too much about you to just watch that happen."
[He thinks…. He might be supposed to be feeling sad right now? Instead, there’s nothing. Huh. That’s not even the alcohol doing that. Well, whatever! He gives you a smile, and lays his head on the grass, looking up at you. He… Misses Bee. At least he still has that. He can’t wait to see it again, one day.]
[He hums, still just gazing up at you.] ‘M not’a good person, love… ‘Ss nice that’ya think you care ffor me though. [He wonders if his death would be pretty. An unfitting end for him, he thinks.]
But… Gotta make a— A choice now, don’t’cha? Puttit on, orrr give it back! But I could jus’ steal it from you again… [Thats a lie. He couldn’t do that even if he had the capacity to want to.]
"Just- Just because you aren't a good person doesn't mean I can't care!"
(Their expression has shifted to...hurt. They're still concerned, obviously so, but...they're hurt. Did you think he didn't care about you? That- Why would he not care? You've been nothing but sweet to him.)
"...Ribbon, I can't- I can't trust you with this," (He shakes the cuff) "Right now. I- I can't risk what will happen if I give it back."
(He doesn't...know how to put it on. If he did, it would've probably already have been on. They can't- They really can't risk losing you. Not like this, at least.)
[He sighs, the rolls over on his back so he can cross his arms at you.] Thenn what’cha gunna do with it, huh? Won’ give it back, won’ puttit on— You gunna fuckin’… Eat it? Or somethin’? Make a choice! Tha’s lit— leh— uh… That’s me you’re holdin’…!
[Still, he sounds more playful than anything.]
(They pause, narrowing their eyes at you. There's a moment of silence before a neutral expression appears on their face. They've let go of your hand and are now holding the cuff with both hands.)
"It's edible?"
Whuh? [He seems confused, but as soon as you say that, the cuff shifts and suddenly, it’s a small, easy to swallow pill. Well. He certainly wasn’t expecting that! He stares completely uncomprehendingly at you, and it doesn’t really help that he’s upside down right now.]
(They look between you and the now pill-like cuff they hold for a moment. And then they put it in their mouth and swallow.)
(It's a weird feeling, it is. Swallowing something akin to a pill without any form of liquid to help it go down. It doesn't help that there's...a shift in something. They can't...figure out what the shift is, but they're aware of it.)
K-Keir?? [Okay he wasn’t being serious. When he said that. A very intense blush works its way up his face. Well! He’s too drunk for this!] You— Stars, you don’ even know what you’re doing!
[Shit fuck shit fuck okay! Great. Looks like he has a new holder. Now he just has to shove down the feelings that comes along with that— Fuck this. He curls into a ball and tries to forget you exist.]
(He shudders once he's completely swallowed the cuff. That...They need a reminder to never do something like that again. Swallowing a pill without water, that is. They stare at you as their shoulders slump. Be it from relief or...some other emotion, not even they know.)
"...Ribbon, I would rather get myself into something that I don't understand than watch you die. You-"
(He cuts himself off, exhaling what would've been words in a shaky breath. They end up sitting down with their knees pulled to their chest. There's...so much they could say here. So much that they want to say. And yet none of the words will flow.)
[He buries his face in his claws and screams. When he’s done with that, he pushes himself upwards. He has to get— Less drunk. Because he has to be effective and efficient. Because that’s what he’s for. Stars— He doesn’t miss this mindset. It doesn’t help that it was so sudden! Whatever.]
[He sits on his knees and looks to you with a smile. If he could be angry right now, there would be much more bite to his tone.] Con-fuckin’-grasluations—[Fuck he’s so good at talking]—youu have complete control over me. Yay for you! High teir summon jus’ for you! I’m allll yours!
Can I— Jus’ go get. Not drunk. Real quick?
(They blink at you several times before their brain catches up to them. Oh. Oh. That was stupid of them to do, wasn't it? You- You had breifly told them about how the cuff worked. About how whoever had it- Oh Goddesses, he just ate the damned thing-)
"Yup! Yeah, that- You go do that."
(He's started to hit his head on his knees. Stupid- Irrational- Idiot.)
Grreat! [He can’t go very far from you but— He disappears in a flash of light. You wait a few seconds, and then he’s back.]
[…Face first on the grass. He groans.] Fuck forgot about hangover— Uhhh, what the fuck is goin’ on? Did you do something…? I… Really wanna do things for you right now…
(They've stopped hitting their head, but it does remain resting on their knees. His face is...essentially hidden by his hair, but their ears are a bright red. Well. No need to hide what they did.)
"...I ate your cuff."
Oh. [That did happen, yes.] Well good job? I’m… Yours now… Uh…
Whyy would you— Do that? Eh, whatever, jus’… Make good use of me…
(...Do you not...remember what happened? Ah. Yes. That is a side effect of being drunk.)
"...Ribbon you tried to kill yourself. And-"
(...)
"...You also kissed me. And when I had told you that I wouldn't- I wasn't going to kiss you. Not like that. When- When I told you that, you asked if I was going to watch you die."
(They're staring at you with this look of horror. Also an embarrassed one, but mostly a look of horror.)
"I wasn't going to just watch- I couldn't just- I didn't- Ribbon that was the most stressed I have been in years. I don't-...I don't know what I would've done if you were actually dead."
[He stares at you, trying to process everything just what you said.] Tried to kill myself… Uh, yeah, wouldn’t be the first time. Don’t really have much to live for anyway now that.. Bees dead. So. I can see that happening…
I can also really see me kissing you. You are really fucking pretty. ‘N you’re tasty too. Fuck being drunk for like a week straight is a bad idea— Feel like shit…
[The idea that someone actually cares enough to prevent his death—albeit in a questionable way—is… foreign. He tries not to think about it much which is easier than it should be, probably.]
"Wouldn't have been the- Ribbon, what the fuck?"
(You calling them pretty again is. It's not helping them think right, that's for certain. That- He can have a mental breakdown about that later. You've tried to do this before?)
(...Also who is Bee?)
Do I look mentally stable to you? ‘Course I’ve tried to fuckin’ kill myself before…. Jus’ wish I actually went through with it… [Then none of this would have happened. Bee would probably still be alive too. He sighs. He’s… Weirdly enough, completely empty. There’s just nothing. Weird.] Aaanyway, seriously, what are you gunna do with me? I can be whatever you want. Jus’ tell me already, won’t you..?
"...I don't want you to be what I want you to be. Why would I want that? That- That's so stupid- Goddesses sake, I'm stupid! You told me what your cuff did--granted not in detail--and I still ate it! Why did I eat it? I could've just- I could've just held onto it! It wouldn't have been that difficult-"
(They groan, their head falling forward to hit their knees again. There's no sound from them aside from their breathing for a moment. Then they're looking up at you again.)
"If you get your cuff back would you- You wouldn't have to listen to me, would you?"
[He listens to your self-deprecating spiel, finding no reason to interrupt. What you’re saying isn’t entirely untrue anyway. There are plenty of other ways you could’ve dealt with the situation. Anyway—]
I don’t really have to listen to you anyway, not after what Shadow did, but I’d just… Really like to? It… Feels nice when I do things right for someone… [Sure, the mindset he’s forced into is a bit tiring, but still. It’s true that feeling accomplished is really nice.]
(Their expression morphs into shock for a second before turning into confusion. That...Huh. He can- He can understand that. Though it's not... It's not the same, obviously not. It's still confusing, though.)
"...You want to. Just- Just because it feels nice?"
’S how I was designed, I can’t change it! Easier to control something when they feel good doing it, no? It’s like a failsafe or something.
[He looks at you, and…. He really wants something from you. Just for you to… Do something to him. Stars, it’s like a need. Maybe if he does something for you you’ll kiss him…]
"...Ribbon. I mean this kindly, but once again. What the fuck."
(Hm. That's...Interesting? It- It's unusual. They shuffle in place for a moment before they just...fall backwards? He ends up lying on his back with his hands covering his face.)
Love it when you’re kind to me… [He huffs, and tries to move over to you because it only feels natural, but— He moves the wrong way and a spike of pain settles throughout his body. He falls back to the ground with a mix of a groan and a whine.] S-Stars— Why does that… Feel good….
(They had planned to just lie there and think, but…Damn you Goddesses for making Ribbon someone he cares about. They uncover their face, to pick their head up and look at you.)
“…Everything…Alright?..”
Yeah… Jus’… Everything feels weird… ‘S all just… Good? I don’t know! It’s all weird! And too much… I don’t wanna deal with this shit right now… [He decides to continue to lay where he is, though he does give you a very sad, pathetic, pleading look for you to do something. He doesn’t exactly care what at this point.]
(They stare at you with a blank face before groaning and letting their head fall back again. Damn you and your...frankly adorable expressions.)
"I'm too sober for this."
(He gets why you got drunk to deal with emotions now...Kinda. Not really. More than he had at least.)
[He huffs, dropping the expression when you look away from him.]
I still have a… Lot of illegally acquired alcohol? If you want some? [To prove his point, he summons another full, unopened bottle and shakes it.]
(Their head is lifted again, though this time they've...somewhat pushed themself up. He gives you a considering look before shrugging.)
"Y'know what? Sure. That- That sounds great. Can't fuck this up any more, can I?"
(He stares for a moment before pushing himself up the rest of the way, moving to be closer to you.)
[He holds the bottle out to you, but doesn’t move from his position. He doesn’t need to feel anything more than what he is now, and moving just makes everything worse. He wonders if you’ll be cute when you’re drunk…]
You probably could. Careful, it’s pretty strong.
[Really, he wouldn’t be surprised if just one of these is more than you can handle.]
(He laughs as he takes the bottle from you. It's...slightly hysterical but that's- That's fine. They're fine.)
"Strong is what I need right now."
(With some struggle, they open the bottle and take a drink. They shudder slightly at the taste. That is- That is terrible. How did you manage to drink this? He grumbles something about teaching you what good alcohol tastes like before taking another drink.)
[He continues to just stare at you with a soft smile. He would have a drink, but… He needs to be at his best for you. So he won’t. But he’ll indulge you as much as you want him to!]
Hehe, yeah, ‘s pretty bad.
(They glare at you, though it seems playful.)
"Why do you drink this? It's so bad."
(Despite this they take another drink. He can ignore the taste. Honestly, the more he drinks it the easier that gets. Which...makes sense. Also the more they drink, the more they realize how cute you are. He could probably carry you easily...Well, not right now, they'd probably drop you. But later...Later they may have to test that.)
Because it’s the strongest stuff I’ve found. [He leans his head on one of his hands. Still, he can’t look away. He wishes you would just run your hands through his hair. Maybe he could teach you how to braid it, if you don’t know already.] It’s easy to get completely wasted on.
"Hm. Fair 'nough."
(He blinks at you slowly, almost like a cat. Huh. They thought you were the cat. Whatever. They hesitate for a moment before they sort of just...collapse into your side.)
"Did you know that you make me feel insane? 'Cause- 'Cause you do."
[As soon as you lean into him, it’s almost like he’s the drunk one. Your touch is like a drug, maybe a reward. What is he even being rewarded for? Whatever, he just knows he likes it. Suddenly, he’s purring uncontrollably, and leaning into you as much as he can.]
Mmm… Why?
"I dunno! You're just-"
(There's a groan as they take another drink. Wow, you were right. This is strong.)
"You're too cute. I wanna just keep you forever. I'm not gunna cuz you're- You don't deserve to be stuck with me. Unless you'd want that. Then you do deserve it."
[He tries to nuzzle in closer to you, nearly wrapping himself completely around you. Still, his purrs only get louder. He looks up to you, and what you can see could only be described as lovesick.] I’d love to be stuck with you… Forever and ever and ever… ‘N you could do whatever you want with me. [Theres a certain lilt to his voice you’ve never really heard from him.] I’m yours, Keir.
[Even this is a bit uncharacteristic of him.]
(Huh. That's...This is probably something that the two of you need to have a conversation about but he's...Hm. He wouldn't be able to phrase anything right, and he's...probably going to forget this happened. Being drunk is weird. Helpful, though. Sometimes. Not really.)
"...Mine?"
(Oh, that...that is a thought. If you were theirs, they could do so much to you. So many things. You could do so much to them. Could they be yours as much as you are theirs?)
(They go to take another drink from the bottle only to find that they've emptied it. There's a suprised blink before he shrugs and places it to the side. Whatever. He has...other things to focus on. Like you! Oh look at you...They could just stay at your side forever. You're so warm...the warmest. There's a giddy smile on their face as they wrap their arms around you.)
[He situates himself so that he’s once again in your lap, though he doesn’t try anything. He’s kind of just goes limp in your arms, continuing to look up at you like you hung the moon.]
Yours.. All yours.
[This is a strange feeling. It’s too… It’s too intense. But he can’t find it in himself to care. He is yours after all, you made him yours. He can’t argue with that fact. It’s actually impossible for him to.]
(He hums in acknowledgment, staring at you with plain adoration clear on his face. One of their hands comes up to cup your face. You truly are adorable. He can think that so many times and it won't get old. Well not to his drunken brain at least. It might get repetitive if they were sober.)
(They're somewhat tempted to see if they could play their harp like this...with you in their lap and with their muddled thoughts. It'd probably be shit, but...It's a tempting thought.)
"I told you that you were the cutest ever, right? That- If I haven't I should've. 'Cause you are. You're the cutest ever. The most cute. Cuter than...Cuter than an otter. And those fuzzy things are cute! But you're cuter."
Hehe… [He sort of looks off to the side, clearly flustered. He leans further into your hand, and his neck is a bit more visible right now, especially without the cuff around it.] You’re really drunk, aren’t you?
[He still doesn’t know how to take a compliment. You can tell from how embarrassed he looks.]
"...'s like you said, that was...strong alcohol."
(They run their thumb over your cheek, watching your face. Hm. They could probably kiss you right now, couldn't they? You...You weren't drunk anymore and you had said that you could see yourself kissing him. Right? That- That would mean you want to kiss them.)
(...)
(The Goddesses are probably laughing at him right now, aren't they?)
(Shaking that thought out of their brain, their eyes dart to your neck. Oh. Your skin is pretty. Well, all of you is. He finds himself leaning down to press a kiss to the side of your neck.)
[As soon as your lips meet his skin, it sends a shiver down his non-existent spine. One of his hands drifts to the back of your head, and his claws dig into your scalp just slight enough for you to really feel it. He whines quietly, and closes his eyes just to make sure he takes in the feeling completely.]
[He leans his head a bit on your shoulder. He saw that look in your eyes, and he wishes you acted on that. Really, he almost did, but he can’t. Not without permission. He pulls you a bit closer to him.]
(You can feel their smile on as they continue to press kisses to your skin. When you grab his hair, he groans. They pull back from your neck, just enough to look at you.)
“…Ribbon, can you look at me?”
..Hm?
[He tries, and ends up making shaky eye contact with you along with a nervous smile. He’s breathing just a bit heavier than usual.]
Y-Yeah?
“Nothin’. J’st wanted t’ see your face.”
(They smile wider.)
“You think you could loosen your grip on my hair?”
(You look even cuter when you’re nervous. He could stare at your eyes forever. And your smile…Really just you.)
[He whines more, but his grip does loosen. Not to mention him being completely flustered and covered in a light blush.]
You— You… [Yeah, it’s hard to talk right now. He still wishes you would just kiss him.]
“Me?”
(They’re teasing now. They’re absolutely teasing you. He’s got a…smug grin on his face and his eyes are shining with entertainment.)
(One of his hands is resting upon the small of your back. The other has moved to the side of your neck. Oh. Was their face always that close to yours? They don’t remember moving.)
[He frowns slightly, though the smile never quite leaves his face.] Youuu… Are a fuckin’ trouble maker… [Immediately, he buries his head under your chin to at least hide a little bit. His hand does go up to meet yours, however, and hold it. He runs his thumb over your fingers gently.]
“Don’ hide… I wanna see your eeyes..”
(They do. They’re truly do want to keep seeing your eyes.)
“Also ‘m the trouble maker?”
(His hand on your back moves to wrap around your waist, almost hugging you to his chest. You’re really warm. It’s like sitting next to a fire.)
[He grumbles, and only huddles closer to you. He doesn’t bother dignifying that. Like this, you can see most of the ground behind him.] You are… Trying to embarrass me… [But he’s not complaining. Anything you do is a gift to him. He would love to be flustered to death by you.]
“Nuh uh…’m just…I dunno…”
(They don’t want to see the ground. That isn’t you. He’s grab your chin, pulling you to look at him again.)
“Jus’…Jus’ wanna…look at you.”
(He wants to kiss you. Hm. That thought is back. They probably could…Hmm. Should they is the question…You’d probably be okay with it…)
(Making their mind up, he presses a kiss to your lips. It’s quick and more of a peck, but it happens.)
Mm… [Its still hard to look at you. You’re just so… He whines. But he tries to work up the confidence to actually say something.] Put me on display, then. Pin me up somewhere so you can look at me all day.
I wouldn’t mind.
[He can sort of sense it when you decide to go in, but he isn’t really ready for the feeling he gets when you actually do it. Immediately he melts into you, and his eyes gain a sort of dazed quality to them. It wasn’t even that much, but he wants more. He's a greedy little thing.]
…You can do better than that, love…
(They had a flush to their face. Be it from your words or the alcohol, it's hard to tell...Probably a mix of the two, honestly. He hums, almost uncertain.)
"I dunno, Ribbon. I might mess something up." (They pause before muttering under their breath.) "Hard enough to kiss when 'm sober."
(Pin you up...Hm. Maybe not. He likes being close to you as well. Likes touching you. That'd be hard to do if you were pinned up somewhere.)
[He hums as well, almost mimicking you really.] You could always let me take the lead. You’re hardly the first person I’ve kissed, you know. Hehe, I’ve even kissed Zomi before you! [Well, more like it kissed him, but he’s not about to go thinking about that too hard. It’s embarrassing. He huffs slightly.]
Though that’s not a bad thing for you, of course, it just means I’ve had practice. Better for you even. [He tilts his head, and then he moves his hands to the back of your neck.] I’ve kissed you once before, haven’t I? Don’t you want more of that? Because all you have to do is give me the go-ahead. I’ll be glad to deliver. Whatever you want from me, Keir. Anything at all.
[He tries to keep himself talking just a bit longer than he would have. He has a strong feeling you like hearing him talk, after all. Suddenly, it’s like his world revolves around you, and solely you. It’s strange, almost, but… He thinks he could get used to it.]
(Their eyes grow hazy the more you talk, but they still stare at you. He's silent as he processes your words. Oh. Oh, but he does want more of that. They want you to kiss them. How do they say that though?)
(He whines. He wants to bury his face in the side of your neck while he tries to figure out how to word things, but he wants to keep staring. You're too pretty to be real. They can touch you, though, which means that you are real. They're silent for a minute longer, and when they do speak, their voice is quiet.)
"...Please. Ribbon, I want that."
[He smiles, and one of his hands moves to hold your cheek.] I just love that look on your face… You really are beautiful. Truly. [Hearing you say it, too, not just seeing that look of want… He leans in close, though not quite close enough quite yet.] Whatever you want, Keir. [It’s a whisper. Just barely loud enough to be heard.]
[He closes the gap, barely giving you time to prepare before his tongue works its way through your lips and into your mouth. He can really barely hold himself back. Both of his hands trail down your front, and you can feel his claws through your shirt. Luckily, it doesn’t rip. He eventually gets to the skin of your stomach, and then he starts working his way under your shirt again.]
(They can feel their face burning. He's obviously not on fire, but he's almost too warm. It's not from you. Your warmth is comforting. They're just overheating.)
(He almost says something before he's cut off by you kissing him. Oh. Oh, that's your tongue. He didn't realize that was a thing you could do. Ever. Oh, but that is nice. They could probably die here. They'd die happy.)
(They barely realize that they're whining into your mouth as their arms wrap further around you. One hand lands on the back of your head, the other essentially trapping you against his chest. They don't even realize that your hands are under their shirt. Or that you could've ripped it. That doesn't matter right now.)
[His claws start to dig into your stomach. He doesn’t know if he accidentally made you bleed or not, but he doesn’t think so. But he would love to feel your blood underneath his hands…]
[It’s hard to make this any deeper than it is, but he tries. He ends up pushing you to the ground in the process, accompanied by a sort of possessive growl that you can feel in your chest with how close you are to him. And he cant get enough of the little sounds you make, either. He wants more of those, so he only kisses you harder. His claws dig deeper into your skin, scratching at it. Right now, to him, the only thing that matters in the world is you.]
(He almost wants your claws in their stomach, but that...Does he have potions on him? If they do then you could- They can't remember, though. And you kissing them is making it harder to think back on what they have.)
(When his back hits the ground, he grunts but quickly adjusts. He's holding you so gently, but also so securely. They don't want to let you go. They don't want you to move back. Eventually they'll have to but...that...isn't important right now.)
(They groan around your tongue as your claws continue to dig into their skin. They want you to leave deeper scratches. He wants it to scar. He already has your bite marks on his skin, what would a couple scratches be compared to that?)
[You’re the one thats in control of him, right now. But with you under him like this, it’s hard to remind himself of that fact. It’s so easy to get lost in things like this, especially now. He cant help but wonder— Is this what you’ll use him for during the time you have him? He wouldn’t mind, not at all. It feels too good for him to mind.]
[He continues to scratch at your skin, but it never goes all that deep. He doesn’t know if he’s even allowed to hurt you right now, but stars, does he want to. Hurting things is his specialty, it’s what he was made to do. Its only right that he shares that with you, isn’t it? But he doesn’t, not yet, not until you tell him to.]
(They don't realize why you haven't done anything for a moment longer than they would've liked. Reluctantly, he pulls his head back. Just enough to break the kiss so they can talk. And breath. That's something they forgot to do. His chest is rising and falling fast, but not to the point of hyperventilating.)
"Ribbon- Ribbon. Please. I want..."
(How do they phrase this without seeming too odd.)
"I want you to scar me."
(Hm. That works. If you think they're weird, they'll...figure that out...Hm. They want to go back to kissing you now, but they want to hear your response.)
[As soon as you pull away, you realise he’s just… Not breathing, not whatsoever. But he doesn’t seem concerned, or even affected.] Scar you, hm..? [It takes him a second to get off the high that is all of this… This. And actually process your words. When he does, he smirks.] I could… But what will you give me in return? [Really, he has no right to be saying that. But he cant help himself.] Awfully big favor you’re asking of me there, you know. You’ll have to repay it somehow.
[If you ask again, he’ll do it without hesitation. But still. He can still want things as of now, and that is certainly something he wants from you. Anything, really, just for you to do something to him.]
(You're making them think? That- They whine. They can't think. Not when you stare at them like that.)
"I-"
(He cuts himself off with another whine. They hadn't processed the fact you weren't breathing before, but that- You- How can you be this unaffected?)
"Ribbon, please. Anything. I- I'll do anything. Just- Just please."
(Oh, that's...more than they meant to say. Hm. Oh well. Not important. Really, it isn't.)
[…This is fun.] Not very specific, are you? Fine, fine, I’ll let you have creative freedom when it comes to paying me back. The sooner the better!
[Finally, his claws break skin, digging into your abdomen. He can feel the blood, and his smile grows. Slowly, he starts dragging his claws downwards. He doesn’t go back in for another kiss, instead, just watching you. Watching for your reactions.]
(Their face scrunches up from the pain, but there's also a clear joy on their face. They're smiling, oh so happily.)
"Tha- Thank you, Ribbon- So good. You're so good for me. Could stay like this forever. Jus'- Jus' yours. Let you do whatever."
(He's rambling. He absolutely is. You've barely done anything and they're already a mess. It's probably the alcohol's fault, but you'd probably be able to get them like this without it, as well. His breath hitches every so often and whines interrupt their speech, but they push through it.)
[He wants to feel your organs against his claws again. He lets out a shaky breath— Just one, and then he goes quiet again. His claws continue to drag down your skin, creating deep gashes, very purposeful gashes. The blood stains your shirt, just a bit.]
[And— Stars, he cant help it when his blush intensifies at your words. He whines, and he wants more of that. His entire purpose is to be good for you, it’s what he was made for. He loves the sound of those words in your voice. He wants to pry them out of you.]
(They pull you down into another kiss. It's short, but it's sweet. He pulls away from you, but he just moves his face to your shoulder, burying his face into your neck.)
"So good. You'd-" (He muffles a whine by pressing his face further into your neck.) "You'd do anything I asked, wouldn't you? I could tell you to never stop. 'm not gunna, but I could."
(They don't care about their shirt. They can replace it. Or wash it. They wonder if you're aware they're still scared from when you bit them. He's certainly not going to point it out. That'd be embarrassing. He could've easily healed the marks with a potion...Dunno why he didn't.)
"So, so good for me."
[He whines again. Your words are getting to his head. His claws stop for a second, only to go back to the top of the gashes and go over them again.] Of course… Anything, I’d do anything you want me to… [This feeling really does just make him feel drunk off of it. Off of what, exactly, he’s not sure. But as long as you have his cuff, he can’t help but be addicted.] Wanna be good for you…
‘N then you can do whatever you want with me. I could be your toy, and you—[Stars, he wants that. He takes a breath.]—and you could do anything to me. Please, hurt me, you do it so well, I jus’—[Another breath, his claws keep gouging lines into your abdomen.]—just please, stars, let me be your plaything… Won’t you? I’ll do anything you ask….
(The pain of having your claws in their abdomen is catching up to them, stealing the breath that they would've used to speak. They muffle a groan of pain by biting your neck. He doesn't let go for a while, and when he does let go he just bites a new spot. Their teeth aren't sharp enough to do any real damage, but they bite nonetheless.)
(Their arms have ended up loosely wrapped around your torso by this point. They'd squeeze you to their chest again if they weren't so out of it.)
[He closes his eyes, whining at the feeling of you biting him. It’s been so long since he’s been bitten by anyone— He forgot how good it feels. And there isn’t even any instinct to push you away now that his cuff isn’t there.] More, please— Please, jus’— Just a bit more… [Its still not enough for him.]
[He can feel bits of your flesh gather under his claws. He cant wait to lick his fingers of your blood.]
(He wants to leave his bite marks in your skin like you did to him. That- Huh. That's an interesting thought. They'll...think about that later. For now, they pull back to look at your face.)
"More what?"
(They're teasing. He really shouldn't be, given that you could easily dig your claws into somewhere new to scar them, but he can't help it! You're just- You get so cute when he teases you.)
[He’s a little disappointed when you pull away, and then you say that. And then he looks at you like you’ve personally offended him, momentarily snapped out of the swirl of nothing that you were quickly turning his mind into. He flushes harder all the while.] You— Don’t make me ask for it, thats just mean! I don’t even know in the first place… [He surrenders slightly more back into the fog covering his mind, and you can see it on his face, too. The way his pupils dilate just a bit.] But… Anything?
[He just wants you right now.]
Please, just do anything to me, I don’t care! Whatever you come up with I’ll do, just as long as its you… Please…
(He nearly laughs, but instead they find themself rendered silent at your expression. They can't help but stare again. Hm. You really are pretty. He could probably find a pictobox somewhere...You'd make a lovely subject.)
"...M'kay."
(They aren't sure what to do, but a glance around the area surrounding them gives them an idea. Their eyes land upon a rock...This idea isn't sanitary in the slightest but...)
(Reaching out, they grab the rock. There's a moment of hesitance before he's holding it up to your face.)
"Do you think you could keep this in your throat?"
Whuh? [Well that was… Okay, he’s still trying to process what you just asked him to do. He stares at you confusedly for a while, glancing at the rock a few times and then back at you.] I’m not a storage system… But I can try?
[You want him to. Thats a good enough reason, he thinks. Still, he can’t help but be a bit nervous.] I’m not that big either…
"It's okay. I can help."
(He smiles, blinking at you.)
"I'd also like you to try and talk around it, once it's in place."
(They have no idea what they're doing but they're sure it'll end...well...Honestly they just want to hear your voice get more and more strained.)
[He whines, but… Nods anyway.] I can do that, I think. Just… Be as rough as you like.
[He looks up at you, but otherwise doesn’t do anything. The look in his eyes tells you that you’re going to have to do most of the work here if you want it done at all.]
"M'kay. Can you open your mouth for me, Ribbon?"
(His hand that isn't holding the rock has grabbed your chin. They're looking at you with an oh-so-gentle glint in their eye.)
"It's okay if you can't. I can open it for you, but it'd be easier if you did it."
[His ears raise slightly, and you can see mischief in his eyes. And then—] Oh, shame, it seems I can’t… [During the whole time he talks, his mouth doesn’t open. The only thing you get is a sly smile and him leaning a bit further into your touch.] Looks like you’ll have to make me.
(They laugh. Of course. What else should they have expected?)
"Oh, truly what a shame."
(He simply sits there for a moment before he's pressing his thumb against your lips and into your mouth. They're not exactly gentle, but they're not truly rough either.)
[Easily, he parts his lips for you. He continues to stare unblinkingly into your eyes, however, waiting for you to continue. He cant help but lick at your thumb a little, and you can feel what almost might be raised lines carved into the surface of his tongue. Not only that, but his tongue is forked too, which was pretty obvious— Now he just makes it more obvious by sort of grabbing your thumb with his tongue, both ends of it wrapping around you.]
[Still, he waits for you to continue. He’s getting a little impatient, though.]
(His brow furrows at the odd feeling on your tongue. He hadn't noticed that before. Hm. Maybe he'll ask about that later.)
"You really are so good for me, aren't you?"
(They stare at the rock for a moment before bringing it up to your lips again, pushing it into your mouth. There's a smile on their face the entire time.)
(He had been walking around aimlessly when he heard...talking. He could only hear one voice, but it sounded like you. He had started towards you, but the talking...stopped.)
(...)
(They were practically running now. There's a moment where they think they might've just imagined your voice, but...That doesn't stop him from running. There's a moment of silence from them when they stumble upon you. Then they panic.)
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[He's laying on his side in the grass, somewhat curled up. His eyes are open, but… He doesn’t look there. Like he’s completely dazed. He’s not breathing, not moving at all. Really, he does look dead.]
[Theres a single empty bottle of alcohol off to the side, and his face and ear tips look suspiciously flushed.]
“Ribbon- Ribbon. Hey- Look at me-”
(They rush over to you, kneeling at your side. He cradles your face between his hands, staring at you with so, so much worry.)
[His eyes refocus, though only barely. He leans into your touch, but still… It doesn’t seem like he’s all that present yet.]
“Shit, Ribbon- What happened?-”
(They start to check you for injuries. There- There has to be something they can fix.)
[Theres nothing you can directly see. And… Holy shit you’re actually really pretty. That realisation comes with a blink and a bit of light returning to his eyes. Though he does start crawling on top of you, which just hurts. He whines.] Feelss good…. You.. Mmm, Keir… [He missed having someone like this. He’s in your lap now, his chest pressed against yours, and his arms wrapped around you in some lazy semblance of a hug.]
(Their shoulders relax ever so slightly as you talk, but they’re still tense. Why are you so out of it- He certain alcohol doesn’t make someone act- Act like this!)
“What- What feels good, Ribbon?”
(They’re still searching for injuries. Any sign of one. Anything that would tell them why you’re like this. They also need you to keep talking to them. If- If you’re talking then you’re alive.)
E-Ehv’rythin’.. ‘S hurts… Hehe, mmm… You’re real pretty… [His hands start working their way under the rim of your shirt, and he presses himself closer to you. It sort of forces you backwards a bit.]
[…He wants another drink. One of his hands is taken off from you to summon a new bottle.]
(With one hand, they grab the wrist of the hand that summons a new bottle. Their other wraps itself around your waist.)
“Ribbon, before you take another drink, what do you mean everything hurts?”
(His face had gone pink when you called him pretty. There are…more important things to worry about currently, though.)
’S jus’ th’normal stuhff… [But it’s worse.] Feels… Good…. [His other hand, the one not holding the freaky alcohol, starts trailing up your back from under your shirt. His claws sometimes scratch at your skin.]
[His eyes latch onto your neck. He leans forwards a bit to give your throat a lick, then his eyes go up to meet yours again.] Gunna make me better…?
“…Right. Ribbon, I need you to listen for a moment.”
(They can feel their face getting warmer every time your claws scratch at their back. He needs to focus, though. You’re drunk.)
“I don’t want to do anything to you while you’re drunk. I need you to be of…sound mind before I do anything. As much as I would love to make you feel better, I don’t think that is a good idea.”
(You licking their neck brings memories to the surface. Things that they need to shove down before they’re properly tempted to make you feel better.)
[…He doesn’t look like he processed a word you just said. Instead, he just smiles at you, all teeth. And then he wrenches his wrist from you, uncorks the bottle with his teeth, and takes a large drink of it, swallowing once while there’s still clearly some still in his mouth. And then—]
[And then his lips are suddenly on yours. His hand on your back moves quickly up to the back of your neck, wrapping his claws around it almost. All you can taste from him is alcohol.]
(He had been about to say something. To repeat what he had said, or tell you off for drinking more. But then your lips are on theirs and they can’t seem to think straight.)
(The taste of alcohol is overwhelming. Was there still some in your mouth? He can’t linger on that thought for long. He can’t truly savor the moment because you’re drunk.)
(They move to pull back from you, to break off the kiss. They don’t particularly want to but they’re still feeling rational right now.)
[As soon as you try and pull back, he just brings you into a deeper kiss. A bit of alcohol drips from the corner of his mouth. And then his tongue is forcing its way past your lips, along with a bit of alcohol.]
[His hand drifts from your neck to the back of your head, and half of your shirt has been dragged upwards as he’s moved his arm, exposing a good amount of your skin. He grabs a handful of your hair, not really letting you pull back anymore.]
(There’s a moment where they freeze. They clearly hadn’t expected…well, any of this. He whines into your mouth as his lips part for your tongue. This- This is wrong. You’re drunk.)
(Their hand that had previously held your wrist goes to try and push at your shoulder. To try and get you to back off. He can’t move back, so he needs you to move instead.)
(They don’t pay attention to the fact their shirt has moved. It’s not important right now.)
[It’s only when he’s pushed the rest of the alcohol into your mouth from his does he stop. Slowly, he pulls back, and looks at you with half-lidded eyes. He licks his lips, humming.] Tastes good… Get drunk with me, llove.. Won’t’cha? Plen’y for both’a uss… C’mon, le’s have a bit’a fun! Pleeease…? Wanna forget.. ‘Bout ev’rythin’ I’m… I can do…
[He goes down to start kissing at your neck instead.]
(He swallows the alcohol that had been pushed into his mouth. He stares at you with wide eyes and an extremely flushed face. There’s no way this is actually happening. This has to be a dream…It’s a very realistic one if it is.)
“Ribbon, that- That’s not a good idea.”
(The rational part of their brain is working overdrive, it seems. The kisses you press to their neck make it hard to think, but he can’t be terribly distracted. He needs to find a way to get you…not drunk.)
Mmm… Why’s that..? [His tone just seems…. Sad. But you can tell from the look in his eyes that he’s anything but.] Don’ ya wanna make me happy..? Youu make me sooo happy, you’re sso… Tasty! Could jus’ eat you whole… ‘N you’re so pretty, pin ya up somewhere so I can jus’ look at’cha all th’time… [He wraps the arm that currently holds the alcohol bottle around you in such a way that he can drape the bottle over your shoulder, right next to your face.]
C’monnn! Get drunk wit’ meee! It can be cel’bration for… Not ssuisi- Suicidin’ myself… [Thinking about that, how is he still alive again? Didn’t he slice his cuff? Huh. Maybe this is the afterlife. But he’s not allowed there, so maybe he’s just so stupid he can’t even kill himself right. Wasn’t there a reason he wasn’t supposed to do that? He can’t remember anything! Wow!]
Keirr… Pleasee..? Please won’t ya jus’… ‘ave a bit’a fun..?
(He remains staring at you. That...was a lot to process.)
"Fun? Ribbon, there are other ways to- Wait. Ribbon what do you mean you didn't 'suicide yourself?'"
(His arm that had wrapped around your waist tightens around you. The hand on your shoulder squeezes. He's searching your face for...something. They have a pretty good idea as to what you meant but that- They don't want to think about that. But they need to know.)
Nuh-uh… Nnot anymore… But tha’s ’kay, ‘cause you’re here! You… You’re fun! You’re ffun… ‘N tasty….
[He completely disregards your other question, though his face doesn’t fall. He just looks happy. Maybe a bit manic, actually.]
Won’t’cha kiss me..? Feels good when ya do… [He unwraps his arm from you, leaning back to take a drink from the bottle he has. It burns like hell as it goes down.]
(There's...not much visible on their face other than pure concern.)
"Ribbon that-..."
(He cuts himself off. That's...That's a conversation he needs to have with you when you're sober. You're clearly not going to answer any questions about it right now.)
"...I'm not going to kiss you Ribbon. I don't- I don't know how many times I have to say this, but you're drunk. I don't....want to do something to you that I'm not certain you're fine with."
[His face falls slightly, but it’s quickly brought up again. He pulls back from you, pushing himself off of you in the process. He brings the bottle back up to his mouth and just… Chugs the rest. And he throws it off to the side with an easy smile.] ‘Kay then… See ya.
[He falls to his back, then rolls onto his stomach. A small flash of light, and he has a choker necklace in his hands, the one around his neck clearly not there. He hums a tune as he stares at the thing, kicking his feet a bit. He slowly runs his claws across the surface.]
(They watch as you move away, a brow raised.)
"...Ribbon, I'm not leaving."
(He's not going to just leave you here. Just because you're...weirdly powerful, doesn't mean you're not vulnerable when drunk. They adjust to be sitting cross legged, but other than that they just...sort of watch you.)
Mm, ‘kay. Gunna watch me die then? [He looks back at you, absolutely nothing negative in his eyes. Just a faint glint of hope and excitement. He holds the cuff above his head to wave at you before bringing it back down to continue to mess with it.]
[…He told you about this once, he thinks. What this does, what this is to him.]
‘M gunna go see Bee… Hehe..! [First he just has to work up the courage to.]
(There's a moment where he just stares at you as his brain processes your words. And then he's lunging to grab the cuff from you.)
"That- No! Ribbon, I'm not going to just watch you die!"
[He doesn’t have time to process or react to you lunging for him. He whines when you take it from him, arms falling forward. But he just… Can’t make himself get angry at you. At all. He’s… Missing something.]
[It’s simpler this way, though, isn’t it?]
…What’re ya gunna do wit’that..?
"I- I don't know!"
(They really don't. They just...acted. There wasn't much thought behind what they did.)
"What I do know, is that I'm not just going to watch you kill yourself. That-"
(He's looking at you with...concern? Horror? Some combination of the two? They hold the cuff away from you with one hand, while the other hesitantly reaches for one of your hands.)
"Ribbon, I care too much about you to just watch that happen."
[He thinks…. He might be supposed to be feeling sad right now? Instead, there’s nothing. Huh. That’s not even the alcohol doing that. Well, whatever! He gives you a smile, and lays his head on the grass, looking up at you. He… Misses Bee. At least he still has that. He can’t wait to see it again, one day.]
[He hums, still just gazing up at you.] ‘M not’a good person, love… ‘Ss nice that’ya think you care ffor me though. [He wonders if his death would be pretty. An unfitting end for him, he thinks.]
But… Gotta make a— A choice now, don’t’cha? Puttit on, orrr give it back! But I could jus’ steal it from you again… [Thats a lie. He couldn’t do that even if he had the capacity to want to.]
"Just- Just because you aren't a good person doesn't mean I can't care!"
(Their expression has shifted to...hurt. They're still concerned, obviously so, but...they're hurt. Did you think he didn't care about you? That- Why would he not care? You've been nothing but sweet to him.)
"...Ribbon, I can't- I can't trust you with this," (He shakes the cuff) "Right now. I- I can't risk what will happen if I give it back."
(He doesn't...know how to put it on. If he did, it would've probably already have been on. They can't- They really can't risk losing you. Not like this, at least.)
[He sighs, the rolls over on his back so he can cross his arms at you.] Thenn what’cha gunna do with it, huh? Won’ give it back, won’ puttit on— You gunna fuckin’… Eat it? Or somethin’? Make a choice! Tha’s lit— leh— uh… That’s me you’re holdin’…!
[Still, he sounds more playful than anything.]
(They pause, narrowing their eyes at you. There's a moment of silence before a neutral expression appears on their face. They've let go of your hand and are now holding the cuff with both hands.)
"It's edible?"
Whuh? [He seems confused, but as soon as you say that, the cuff shifts and suddenly, it’s a small, easy to swallow pill. Well. He certainly wasn’t expecting that! He stares completely uncomprehendingly at you, and it doesn’t really help that he’s upside down right now.]
(They look between you and the now pill-like cuff they hold for a moment. And then they put it in their mouth and swallow.)
(It's a weird feeling, it is. Swallowing something akin to a pill without any form of liquid to help it go down. It doesn't help that there's...a shift in something. They can't...figure out what the shift is, but they're aware of it.)
K-Keir?? [Okay he wasn’t being serious. When he said that. A very intense blush works its way up his face. Well! He’s too drunk for this!] You— Stars, you don’ even know what you’re doing!
[Shit fuck shit fuck okay! Great. Looks like he has a new holder. Now he just has to shove down the feelings that comes along with that— Fuck this. He curls into a ball and tries to forget you exist.]
(He shudders once he's completely swallowed the cuff. That...They need a reminder to never do something like that again. Swallowing a pill without water, that is. They stare at you as their shoulders slump. Be it from relief or...some other emotion, not even they know.)
"...Ribbon, I would rather get myself into something that I don't understand than watch you die. You-"
(He cuts himself off, exhaling what would've been words in a shaky breath. They end up sitting down with their knees pulled to their chest. There's...so much they could say here. So much that they want to say. And yet none of the words will flow.)
[He buries his face in his claws and screams. When he’s done with that, he pushes himself upwards. He has to get— Less drunk. Because he has to be effective and efficient. Because that’s what he’s for. Stars— He doesn’t miss this mindset. It doesn’t help that it was so sudden! Whatever.]
[He sits on his knees and looks to you with a smile. If he could be angry right now, there would be much more bite to his tone.] Con-fuckin’-grasluations—[Fuck he’s so good at talking]—youu have complete control over me. Yay for you! High teir summon jus’ for you! I’m allll yours!
Can I— Jus’ go get. Not drunk. Real quick?
(They blink at you several times before their brain catches up to them. Oh. Oh. That was stupid of them to do, wasn't it? You- You had breifly told them about how the cuff worked. About how whoever had it- Oh Goddesses, he just ate the damned thing-)
"Yup! Yeah, that- You go do that."
(He's started to hit his head on his knees. Stupid- Irrational- Idiot.)
Grreat! [He can’t go very far from you but— He disappears in a flash of light. You wait a few seconds, and then he’s back.]
[…Face first on the grass. He groans.] Fuck forgot about hangover— Uhhh, what the fuck is goin’ on? Did you do something…? I… Really wanna do things for you right now…
(They've stopped hitting their head, but it does remain resting on their knees. His face is...essentially hidden by his hair, but their ears are a bright red. Well. No need to hide what they did.)
"...I ate your cuff."
Oh. [That did happen, yes.] Well good job? I’m… Yours now… Uh…
Whyy would you— Do that? Eh, whatever, jus’… Make good use of me…
(...Do you not...remember what happened? Ah. Yes. That is a side effect of being drunk.)
"...Ribbon you tried to kill yourself. And-"
(...)
"...You also kissed me. And when I had told you that I wouldn't- I wasn't going to kiss you. Not like that. When- When I told you that, you asked if I was going to watch you die."
(They're staring at you with this look of horror. Also an embarrassed one, but mostly a look of horror.)
"I wasn't going to just watch- I couldn't just- I didn't- Ribbon that was the most stressed I have been in years. I don't-...I don't know what I would've done if you were actually dead."
[He stares at you, trying to process everything just what you said.] Tried to kill myself… Uh, yeah, wouldn’t be the first time. Don’t really have much to live for anyway now that.. Bees dead. So. I can see that happening…
I can also really see me kissing you. You are really fucking pretty. ‘N you’re tasty too. Fuck being drunk for like a week straight is a bad idea— Feel like shit…
[The idea that someone actually cares enough to prevent his death—albeit in a questionable way—is… foreign. He tries not to think about it much which is easier than it should be, probably.]
"Wouldn't have been the- Ribbon, what the fuck?"
(You calling them pretty again is. It's not helping them think right, that's for certain. That- He can have a mental breakdown about that later. You've tried to do this before?)
(...Also who is Bee?)
Do I look mentally stable to you? ‘Course I’ve tried to fuckin’ kill myself before…. Jus’ wish I actually went through with it… [Then none of this would have happened. Bee would probably still be alive too. He sighs. He’s… Weirdly enough, completely empty. There’s just nothing. Weird.] Aaanyway, seriously, what are you gunna do with me? I can be whatever you want. Jus’ tell me already, won’t you..?
"...I don't want you to be what I want you to be. Why would I want that? That- That's so stupid- Goddesses sake, I'm stupid! You told me what your cuff did--granted not in detail--and I still ate it! Why did I eat it? I could've just- I could've just held onto it! It wouldn't have been that difficult-"
(They groan, their head falling forward to hit their knees again. There's no sound from them aside from their breathing for a moment. Then they're looking up at you again.)
"If you get your cuff back would you- You wouldn't have to listen to me, would you?"
[He listens to your self-deprecating spiel, finding no reason to interrupt. What you’re saying isn’t entirely untrue anyway. There are plenty of other ways you could’ve dealt with the situation. Anyway—]
I don’t really have to listen to you anyway, not after what Shadow did, but I’d just… Really like to? It… Feels nice when I do things right for someone… [Sure, the mindset he’s forced into is a bit tiring, but still. It’s true that feeling accomplished is really nice.]
(Their expression morphs into shock for a second before turning into confusion. That...Huh. He can- He can understand that. Though it's not... It's not the same, obviously not. It's still confusing, though.)
"...You want to. Just- Just because it feels nice?"
’S how I was designed, I can’t change it! Easier to control something when they feel good doing it, no? It’s like a failsafe or something.
[He looks at you, and…. He really wants something from you. Just for you to… Do something to him. Stars, it’s like a need. Maybe if he does something for you you’ll kiss him…]
"...Ribbon. I mean this kindly, but once again. What the fuck."
(Hm. That's...Interesting? It- It's unusual. They shuffle in place for a moment before they just...fall backwards? He ends up lying on his back with his hands covering his face.)
Love it when you’re kind to me… [He huffs, and tries to move over to you because it only feels natural, but— He moves the wrong way and a spike of pain settles throughout his body. He falls back to the ground with a mix of a groan and a whine.] S-Stars— Why does that… Feel good….
(They had planned to just lie there and think, but…Damn you Goddesses for making Ribbon someone he cares about. They uncover their face, to pick their head up and look at you.)
“…Everything…Alright?..”
Yeah… Jus’… Everything feels weird… ‘S all just… Good? I don’t know! It’s all weird! And too much… I don’t wanna deal with this shit right now… [He decides to continue to lay where he is, though he does give you a very sad, pathetic, pleading look for you to do something. He doesn’t exactly care what at this point.]
(They stare at you with a blank face before groaning and letting their head fall back again. Damn you and your...frankly adorable expressions.)
"I'm too sober for this."
(He gets why you got drunk to deal with emotions now...Kinda. Not really. More than he had at least.)
[He huffs, dropping the expression when you look away from him.]
I still have a… Lot of illegally acquired alcohol? If you want some? [To prove his point, he summons another full, unopened bottle and shakes it.]
(Their head is lifted again, though this time they've...somewhat pushed themself up. He gives you a considering look before shrugging.)
"Y'know what? Sure. That- That sounds great. Can't fuck this up any more, can I?"
(He stares for a moment before pushing himself up the rest of the way, moving to be closer to you.)
[He holds the bottle out to you, but doesn’t move from his position. He doesn’t need to feel anything more than what he is now, and moving just makes everything worse. He wonders if you’ll be cute when you’re drunk…]
You probably could. Careful, it’s pretty strong.
[Really, he wouldn’t be surprised if just one of these is more than you can handle.]
(He laughs as he takes the bottle from you. It's...slightly hysterical but that's- That's fine. They're fine.)
"Strong is what I need right now."
(With some struggle, they open the bottle and take a drink. They shudder slightly at the taste. That is- That is terrible. How did you manage to drink this? He grumbles something about teaching you what good alcohol tastes like before taking another drink.)
[He continues to just stare at you with a soft smile. He would have a drink, but… He needs to be at his best for you. So he won’t. But he’ll indulge you as much as you want him to!]
Hehe, yeah, ‘s pretty bad.
(They glare at you, though it seems playful.)
"Why do you drink this? It's so bad."
(Despite this they take another drink. He can ignore the taste. Honestly, the more he drinks it the easier that gets. Which...makes sense. Also the more they drink, the more they realize how cute you are. He could probably carry you easily...Well, not right now, they'd probably drop you. But later...Later they may have to test that.)
Because it’s the strongest stuff I’ve found. [He leans his head on one of his hands. Still, he can’t look away. He wishes you would just run your hands through his hair. Maybe he could teach you how to braid it, if you don’t know already.] It’s easy to get completely wasted on.
"Hm. Fair 'nough."
(He blinks at you slowly, almost like a cat. Huh. They thought you were the cat. Whatever. They hesitate for a moment before they sort of just...collapse into your side.)
"Did you know that you make me feel insane? 'Cause- 'Cause you do."
[As soon as you lean into him, it’s almost like he’s the drunk one. Your touch is like a drug, maybe a reward. What is he even being rewarded for? Whatever, he just knows he likes it. Suddenly, he’s purring uncontrollably, and leaning into you as much as he can.]
Mmm… Why?
"I dunno! You're just-"
(There's a groan as they take another drink. Wow, you were right. This is strong.)
"You're too cute. I wanna just keep you forever. I'm not gunna cuz you're- You don't deserve to be stuck with me. Unless you'd want that. Then you do deserve it."
[He tries to nuzzle in closer to you, nearly wrapping himself completely around you. Still, his purrs only get louder. He looks up to you, and what you can see could only be described as lovesick.] I’d love to be stuck with you… Forever and ever and ever… ‘N you could do whatever you want with me. [Theres a certain lilt to his voice you’ve never really heard from him.] I’m yours, Keir.
[Even this is a bit uncharacteristic of him.]
(Huh. That's...This is probably something that the two of you need to have a conversation about but he's...Hm. He wouldn't be able to phrase anything right, and he's...probably going to forget this happened. Being drunk is weird. Helpful, though. Sometimes. Not really.)
"...Mine?"
(Oh, that...that is a thought. If you were theirs, they could do so much to you. So many things. You could do so much to them. Could they be yours as much as you are theirs?)
(They go to take another drink from the bottle only to find that they've emptied it. There's a suprised blink before he shrugs and places it to the side. Whatever. He has...other things to focus on. Like you! Oh look at you...They could just stay at your side forever. You're so warm...the warmest. There's a giddy smile on their face as they wrap their arms around you.)
[He situates himself so that he’s once again in your lap, though he doesn’t try anything. He’s kind of just goes limp in your arms, continuing to look up at you like you hung the moon.]
Yours.. All yours.
[This is a strange feeling. It’s too… It’s too intense. But he can’t find it in himself to care. He is yours after all, you made him yours. He can’t argue with that fact. It’s actually impossible for him to.]
(He hums in acknowledgment, staring at you with plain adoration clear on his face. One of their hands comes up to cup your face. You truly are adorable. He can think that so many times and it won't get old. Well not to his drunken brain at least. It might get repetitive if they were sober.)
(They're somewhat tempted to see if they could play their harp like this...with you in their lap and with their muddled thoughts. It'd probably be shit, but...It's a tempting thought.)
"I told you that you were the cutest ever, right? That- If I haven't I should've. 'Cause you are. You're the cutest ever. The most cute. Cuter than...Cuter than an otter. And those fuzzy things are cute! But you're cuter."
Hehe… [He sort of looks off to the side, clearly flustered. He leans further into your hand, and his neck is a bit more visible right now, especially without the cuff around it.] You’re really drunk, aren’t you?
[He still doesn’t know how to take a compliment. You can tell from how embarrassed he looks.]
"...'s like you said, that was...strong alcohol."
(They run their thumb over your cheek, watching your face. Hm. They could probably kiss you right now, couldn't they? You...You weren't drunk anymore and you had said that you could see yourself kissing him. Right? That- That would mean you want to kiss them.)
(...)
(The Goddesses are probably laughing at him right now, aren't they?)
(Shaking that thought out of their brain, their eyes dart to your neck. Oh. Your skin is pretty. Well, all of you is. He finds himself leaning down to press a kiss to the side of your neck.)
[As soon as your lips meet his skin, it sends a shiver down his non-existent spine. One of his hands drifts to the back of your head, and his claws dig into your scalp just slight enough for you to really feel it. He whines quietly, and closes his eyes just to make sure he takes in the feeling completely.]
[He leans his head a bit on your shoulder. He saw that look in your eyes, and he wishes you acted on that. Really, he almost did, but he can’t. Not without permission. He pulls you a bit closer to him.]
(You can feel their smile on as they continue to press kisses to your skin. When you grab his hair, he groans. They pull back from your neck, just enough to look at you.)
“…Ribbon, can you look at me?”
..Hm?
[He tries, and ends up making shaky eye contact with you along with a nervous smile. He’s breathing just a bit heavier than usual.]
Y-Yeah?
“Nothin’. J’st wanted t’ see your face.”
(They smile wider.)
“You think you could loosen your grip on my hair?”
(You look even cuter when you’re nervous. He could stare at your eyes forever. And your smile…Really just you.)
[He whines more, but his grip does loosen. Not to mention him being completely flustered and covered in a light blush.]
You— You… [Yeah, it’s hard to talk right now. He still wishes you would just kiss him.]
“Me?”
(They’re teasing now. They’re absolutely teasing you. He’s got a…smug grin on his face and his eyes are shining with entertainment.)
(One of his hands is resting upon the small of your back. The other has moved to the side of your neck. Oh. Was their face always that close to yours? They don’t remember moving.)
[He frowns slightly, though the smile never quite leaves his face.] Youuu… Are a fuckin’ trouble maker… [Immediately, he buries his head under your chin to at least hide a little bit. His hand does go up to meet yours, however, and hold it. He runs his thumb over your fingers gently.]
“Don’ hide… I wanna see your eeyes..”
(They do. They’re truly do want to keep seeing your eyes.)
“Also ‘m the trouble maker?”
(His hand on your back moves to wrap around your waist, almost hugging you to his chest. You’re really warm. It’s like sitting next to a fire.)
[He grumbles, and only huddles closer to you. He doesn’t bother dignifying that. Like this, you can see most of the ground behind him.] You are… Trying to embarrass me… [But he’s not complaining. Anything you do is a gift to him. He would love to be flustered to death by you.]
“Nuh uh…’m just…I dunno…”
(They don’t want to see the ground. That isn’t you. He’s grab your chin, pulling you to look at him again.)
“Jus’…Jus’ wanna…look at you.”
(He wants to kiss you. Hm. That thought is back. They probably could…Hmm. Should they is the question…You’d probably be okay with it…)
(Making their mind up, he presses a kiss to your lips. It’s quick and more of a peck, but it happens.)
Mm… [Its still hard to look at you. You’re just so… He whines. But he tries to work up the confidence to actually say something.] Put me on display, then. Pin me up somewhere so you can look at me all day.
I wouldn’t mind.
[He can sort of sense it when you decide to go in, but he isn’t really ready for the feeling he gets when you actually do it. Immediately he melts into you, and his eyes gain a sort of dazed quality to them. It wasn’t even that much, but he wants more. He's a greedy little thing.]
…You can do better than that, love…
(They had a flush to their face. Be it from your words or the alcohol, it's hard to tell...Probably a mix of the two, honestly. He hums, almost uncertain.)
"I dunno, Ribbon. I might mess something up." (They pause before muttering under their breath.) "Hard enough to kiss when 'm sober."
(Pin you up...Hm. Maybe not. He likes being close to you as well. Likes touching you. That'd be hard to do if you were pinned up somewhere.)
[He hums as well, almost mimicking you really.] You could always let me take the lead. You’re hardly the first person I’ve kissed, you know. Hehe, I’ve even kissed Zomi before you! [Well, more like it kissed him, but he’s not about to go thinking about that too hard. It’s embarrassing. He huffs slightly.]
Though that’s not a bad thing for you, of course, it just means I’ve had practice. Better for you even. [He tilts his head, and then he moves his hands to the back of your neck.] I’ve kissed you once before, haven’t I? Don’t you want more of that? Because all you have to do is give me the go-ahead. I’ll be glad to deliver. Whatever you want from me, Keir. Anything at all.
[He tries to keep himself talking just a bit longer than he would have. He has a strong feeling you like hearing him talk, after all. Suddenly, it’s like his world revolves around you, and solely you. It’s strange, almost, but… He thinks he could get used to it.]
(Their eyes grow hazy the more you talk, but they still stare at you. He's silent as he processes your words. Oh. Oh, but he does want more of that. They want you to kiss them. How do they say that though?)
(He whines. He wants to bury his face in the side of your neck while he tries to figure out how to word things, but he wants to keep staring. You're too pretty to be real. They can touch you, though, which means that you are real. They're silent for a minute longer, and when they do speak, their voice is quiet.)
"...Please. Ribbon, I want that."
[He smiles, and one of his hands moves to hold your cheek.] I just love that look on your face… You really are beautiful. Truly. [Hearing you say it, too, not just seeing that look of want… He leans in close, though not quite close enough quite yet.] Whatever you want, Keir. [It’s a whisper. Just barely loud enough to be heard.]
[He closes the gap, barely giving you time to prepare before his tongue works its way through your lips and into your mouth. He can really barely hold himself back. Both of his hands trail down your front, and you can feel his claws through your shirt. Luckily, it doesn’t rip. He eventually gets to the skin of your stomach, and then he starts working his way under your shirt again.]
(They can feel their face burning. He's obviously not on fire, but he's almost too warm. It's not from you. Your warmth is comforting. They're just overheating.)
(He almost says something before he's cut off by you kissing him. Oh. Oh, that's your tongue. He didn't realize that was a thing you could do. Ever. Oh, but that is nice. They could probably die here. They'd die happy.)
(They barely realize that they're whining into your mouth as their arms wrap further around you. One hand lands on the back of your head, the other essentially trapping you against his chest. They don't even realize that your hands are under their shirt. Or that you could've ripped it. That doesn't matter right now.)
[His claws start to dig into your stomach. He doesn’t know if he accidentally made you bleed or not, but he doesn’t think so. But he would love to feel your blood underneath his hands…]
[It’s hard to make this any deeper than it is, but he tries. He ends up pushing you to the ground in the process, accompanied by a sort of possessive growl that you can feel in your chest with how close you are to him. And he cant get enough of the little sounds you make, either. He wants more of those, so he only kisses you harder. His claws dig deeper into your skin, scratching at it. Right now, to him, the only thing that matters in the world is you.]
(He almost wants your claws in their stomach, but that...Does he have potions on him? If they do then you could- They can't remember, though. And you kissing them is making it harder to think back on what they have.)
(When his back hits the ground, he grunts but quickly adjusts. He's holding you so gently, but also so securely. They don't want to let you go. They don't want you to move back. Eventually they'll have to but...that...isn't important right now.)
(They groan around your tongue as your claws continue to dig into their skin. They want you to leave deeper scratches. He wants it to scar. He already has your bite marks on his skin, what would a couple scratches be compared to that?)
[You’re the one thats in control of him, right now. But with you under him like this, it’s hard to remind himself of that fact. It’s so easy to get lost in things like this, especially now. He cant help but wonder— Is this what you’ll use him for during the time you have him? He wouldn’t mind, not at all. It feels too good for him to mind.]
[He continues to scratch at your skin, but it never goes all that deep. He doesn’t know if he’s even allowed to hurt you right now, but stars, does he want to. Hurting things is his specialty, it’s what he was made to do. Its only right that he shares that with you, isn’t it? But he doesn’t, not yet, not until you tell him to.]
(They don't realize why you haven't done anything for a moment longer than they would've liked. Reluctantly, he pulls his head back. Just enough to break the kiss so they can talk. And breath. That's something they forgot to do. His chest is rising and falling fast, but not to the point of hyperventilating.)
"Ribbon- Ribbon. Please. I want..."
(How do they phrase this without seeming too odd.)
"I want you to scar me."
(Hm. That works. If you think they're weird, they'll...figure that out...Hm. They want to go back to kissing you now, but they want to hear your response.)
[As soon as you pull away, you realise he’s just… Not breathing, not whatsoever. But he doesn’t seem concerned, or even affected.] Scar you, hm..? [It takes him a second to get off the high that is all of this… This. And actually process your words. When he does, he smirks.] I could… But what will you give me in return? [Really, he has no right to be saying that. But he cant help himself.] Awfully big favor you’re asking of me there, you know. You’ll have to repay it somehow.
[If you ask again, he’ll do it without hesitation. But still. He can still want things as of now, and that is certainly something he wants from you. Anything, really, just for you to do something to him.]
(You're making them think? That- They whine. They can't think. Not when you stare at them like that.)
"I-"
(He cuts himself off with another whine. They hadn't processed the fact you weren't breathing before, but that- You- How can you be this unaffected?)
"Ribbon, please. Anything. I- I'll do anything. Just- Just please."
(Oh, that's...more than they meant to say. Hm. Oh well. Not important. Really, it isn't.)
[…This is fun.] Not very specific, are you? Fine, fine, I’ll let you have creative freedom when it comes to paying me back. The sooner the better!
[Finally, his claws break skin, digging into your abdomen. He can feel the blood, and his smile grows. Slowly, he starts dragging his claws downwards. He doesn’t go back in for another kiss, instead, just watching you. Watching for your reactions.]
(Their face scrunches up from the pain, but there's also a clear joy on their face. They're smiling, oh so happily.)
"Tha- Thank you, Ribbon- So good. You're so good for me. Could stay like this forever. Jus'- Jus' yours. Let you do whatever."
(He's rambling. He absolutely is. You've barely done anything and they're already a mess. It's probably the alcohol's fault, but you'd probably be able to get them like this without it, as well. His breath hitches every so often and whines interrupt their speech, but they push through it.)
[He wants to feel your organs against his claws again. He lets out a shaky breath— Just one, and then he goes quiet again. His claws continue to drag down your skin, creating deep gashes, very purposeful gashes. The blood stains your shirt, just a bit.]
[And— Stars, he cant help it when his blush intensifies at your words. He whines, and he wants more of that. His entire purpose is to be good for you, it’s what he was made for. He loves the sound of those words in your voice. He wants to pry them out of you.]
(They pull you down into another kiss. It's short, but it's sweet. He pulls away from you, but he just moves his face to your shoulder, burying his face into your neck.)
"So good. You'd-" (He muffles a whine by pressing his face further into your neck.) "You'd do anything I asked, wouldn't you? I could tell you to never stop. 'm not gunna, but I could."
(They don't care about their shirt. They can replace it. Or wash it. They wonder if you're aware they're still scared from when you bit them. He's certainly not going to point it out. That'd be embarrassing. He could've easily healed the marks with a potion...Dunno why he didn't.)
"So, so good for me."
[He whines again. Your words are getting to his head. His claws stop for a second, only to go back to the top of the gashes and go over them again.] Of course… Anything, I’d do anything you want me to… [This feeling really does just make him feel drunk off of it. Off of what, exactly, he’s not sure. But as long as you have his cuff, he can’t help but be addicted.] Wanna be good for you…
‘N then you can do whatever you want with me. I could be your toy, and you—[Stars, he wants that. He takes a breath.]—and you could do anything to me. Please, hurt me, you do it so well, I jus’—[Another breath, his claws keep gouging lines into your abdomen.]—just please, stars, let me be your plaything… Won’t you? I’ll do anything you ask….
(The pain of having your claws in their abdomen is catching up to them, stealing the breath that they would've used to speak. They muffle a groan of pain by biting your neck. He doesn't let go for a while, and when he does let go he just bites a new spot. Their teeth aren't sharp enough to do any real damage, but they bite nonetheless.)
(Their arms have ended up loosely wrapped around your torso by this point. They'd squeeze you to their chest again if they weren't so out of it.)
[He closes his eyes, whining at the feeling of you biting him. It’s been so long since he’s been bitten by anyone— He forgot how good it feels. And there isn’t even any instinct to push you away now that his cuff isn’t there.] More, please— Please, jus’— Just a bit more… [Its still not enough for him.]
[He can feel bits of your flesh gather under his claws. He cant wait to lick his fingers of your blood.]
(He wants to leave his bite marks in your skin like you did to him. That- Huh. That's an interesting thought. They'll...think about that later. For now, they pull back to look at your face.)
"More what?"
(They're teasing. He really shouldn't be, given that you could easily dig your claws into somewhere new to scar them, but he can't help it! You're just- You get so cute when he teases you.)
[He’s a little disappointed when you pull away, and then you say that. And then he looks at you like you’ve personally offended him, momentarily snapped out of the swirl of nothing that you were quickly turning his mind into. He flushes harder all the while.] You— Don’t make me ask for it, thats just mean! I don’t even know in the first place… [He surrenders slightly more back into the fog covering his mind, and you can see it on his face, too. The way his pupils dilate just a bit.] But… Anything?
[He just wants you right now.]
Please, just do anything to me, I don’t care! Whatever you come up with I’ll do, just as long as its you… Please…
(He nearly laughs, but instead they find themself rendered silent at your expression. They can't help but stare again. Hm. You really are pretty. He could probably find a pictobox somewhere...You'd make a lovely subject.)
"...M'kay."
(They aren't sure what to do, but a glance around the area surrounding them gives them an idea. Their eyes land upon a rock...This idea isn't sanitary in the slightest but...)
(Reaching out, they grab the rock. There's a moment of hesitance before he's holding it up to your face.)
"Do you think you could keep this in your throat?"
Whuh? [Well that was… Okay, he’s still trying to process what you just asked him to do. He stares at you confusedly for a while, glancing at the rock a few times and then back at you.] I’m not a storage system… But I can try?
[You want him to. Thats a good enough reason, he thinks. Still, he can’t help but be a bit nervous.] I’m not that big either…
"It's okay. I can help."
(He smiles, blinking at you.)
"I'd also like you to try and talk around it, once it's in place."
(They have no idea what they're doing but they're sure it'll end...well...Honestly they just want to hear your voice get more and more strained.)
[He whines, but… Nods anyway.] I can do that, I think. Just… Be as rough as you like.
[He looks up at you, but otherwise doesn’t do anything. The look in his eyes tells you that you’re going to have to do most of the work here if you want it done at all.]
"M'kay. Can you open your mouth for me, Ribbon?"
(His hand that isn't holding the rock has grabbed your chin. They're looking at you with an oh-so-gentle glint in their eye.)
"It's okay if you can't. I can open it for you, but it'd be easier if you did it."
[His ears raise slightly, and you can see mischief in his eyes. And then—] Oh, shame, it seems I can’t… [During the whole time he talks, his mouth doesn’t open. The only thing you get is a sly smile and him leaning a bit further into your touch.] Looks like you’ll have to make me.
(They laugh. Of course. What else should they have expected?)
"Oh, truly what a shame."
(He simply sits there for a moment before he's pressing his thumb against your lips and into your mouth. They're not exactly gentle, but they're not truly rough either.)
(He had been walking around aimlessly when he heard...talking. He could only hear one voice, but it sounded like you. He had started towards you, but the talking...stopped.)
(...)
(They were practically running now. There's a moment where they think they might've just imagined your voice, but...That doesn't stop him from running. There's a moment of silence from them when they stumble upon you. Then they panic.)
( @a-random-bard )
[He's laying on his side in the grass, somewhat curled up. His eyes are open, but… He doesn’t look there. Like he’s completely dazed. He’s not breathing, not moving at all. Really, he does look dead.]
[Theres a single empty bottle of alcohol off to the side, and his face and ear tips look suspiciously flushed.]
“Ribbon- Ribbon. Hey- Look at me-”
(They rush over to you, kneeling at your side. He cradles your face between his hands, staring at you with so, so much worry.)
[His eyes refocus, though only barely. He leans into your touch, but still… It doesn’t seem like he’s all that present yet.]
“Shit, Ribbon- What happened?-”
(They start to check you for injuries. There- There has to be something they can fix.)
[Theres nothing you can directly see. And… Holy shit you’re actually really pretty. That realisation comes with a blink and a bit of light returning to his eyes. Though he does start crawling on top of you, which just hurts. He whines.] Feelss good…. You.. Mmm, Keir… [He missed having someone like this. He’s in your lap now, his chest pressed against yours, and his arms wrapped around you in some lazy semblance of a hug.]
(Their shoulders relax ever so slightly as you talk, but they’re still tense. Why are you so out of it- He certain alcohol doesn’t make someone act- Act like this!)
“What- What feels good, Ribbon?”
(They’re still searching for injuries. Any sign of one. Anything that would tell them why you’re like this. They also need you to keep talking to them. If- If you’re talking then you’re alive.)
E-Ehv’rythin’.. ‘S hurts… Hehe, mmm… You’re real pretty… [His hands start working their way under the rim of your shirt, and he presses himself closer to you. It sort of forces you backwards a bit.]
[…He wants another drink. One of his hands is taken off from you to summon a new bottle.]
(With one hand, they grab the wrist of the hand that summons a new bottle. Their other wraps itself around your waist.)
“Ribbon, before you take another drink, what do you mean everything hurts?”
(His face had gone pink when you called him pretty. There are…more important things to worry about currently, though.)
’S jus’ th’normal stuhff… [But it’s worse.] Feels… Good…. [His other hand, the one not holding the freaky alcohol, starts trailing up your back from under your shirt. His claws sometimes scratch at your skin.]
[His eyes latch onto your neck. He leans forwards a bit to give your throat a lick, then his eyes go up to meet yours again.] Gunna make me better…?
“…Right. Ribbon, I need you to listen for a moment.”
(They can feel their face getting warmer every time your claws scratch at their back. He needs to focus, though. You’re drunk.)
“I don’t want to do anything to you while you’re drunk. I need you to be of…sound mind before I do anything. As much as I would love to make you feel better, I don’t think that is a good idea.”
(You licking their neck brings memories to the surface. Things that they need to shove down before they’re properly tempted to make you feel better.)
[…He doesn’t look like he processed a word you just said. Instead, he just smiles at you, all teeth. And then he wrenches his wrist from you, uncorks the bottle with his teeth, and takes a large drink of it, swallowing once while there’s still clearly some still in his mouth. And then—]
[And then his lips are suddenly on yours. His hand on your back moves quickly up to the back of your neck, wrapping his claws around it almost. All you can taste from him is alcohol.]
(He had been about to say something. To repeat what he had said, or tell you off for drinking more. But then your lips are on theirs and they can’t seem to think straight.)
(The taste of alcohol is overwhelming. Was there still some in your mouth? He can’t linger on that thought for long. He can’t truly savor the moment because you’re drunk.)
(They move to pull back from you, to break off the kiss. They don’t particularly want to but they’re still feeling rational right now.)
[As soon as you try and pull back, he just brings you into a deeper kiss. A bit of alcohol drips from the corner of his mouth. And then his tongue is forcing its way past your lips, along with a bit of alcohol.]
[His hand drifts from your neck to the back of your head, and half of your shirt has been dragged upwards as he’s moved his arm, exposing a good amount of your skin. He grabs a handful of your hair, not really letting you pull back anymore.]
(There’s a moment where they freeze. They clearly hadn’t expected…well, any of this. He whines into your mouth as his lips part for your tongue. This- This is wrong. You’re drunk.)
(Their hand that had previously held your wrist goes to try and push at your shoulder. To try and get you to back off. He can’t move back, so he needs you to move instead.)
(They don’t pay attention to the fact their shirt has moved. It’s not important right now.)
[It’s only when he’s pushed the rest of the alcohol into your mouth from his does he stop. Slowly, he pulls back, and looks at you with half-lidded eyes. He licks his lips, humming.] Tastes good… Get drunk with me, llove.. Won’t’cha? Plen’y for both’a uss… C’mon, le’s have a bit’a fun! Pleeease…? Wanna forget.. ‘Bout ev’rythin’ I’m… I can do…
[He goes down to start kissing at your neck instead.]
(He swallows the alcohol that had been pushed into his mouth. He stares at you with wide eyes and an extremely flushed face. There’s no way this is actually happening. This has to be a dream…It’s a very realistic one if it is.)
“Ribbon, that- That’s not a good idea.”
(The rational part of their brain is working overdrive, it seems. The kisses you press to their neck make it hard to think, but he can’t be terribly distracted. He needs to find a way to get you…not drunk.)
Mmm… Why’s that..? [His tone just seems…. Sad. But you can tell from the look in his eyes that he’s anything but.] Don’ ya wanna make me happy..? Youu make me sooo happy, you’re sso… Tasty! Could jus’ eat you whole… ‘N you’re so pretty, pin ya up somewhere so I can jus’ look at’cha all th’time… [He wraps the arm that currently holds the alcohol bottle around you in such a way that he can drape the bottle over your shoulder, right next to your face.]
C’monnn! Get drunk wit’ meee! It can be cel’bration for… Not ssuisi- Suicidin’ myself… [Thinking about that, how is he still alive again? Didn’t he slice his cuff? Huh. Maybe this is the afterlife. But he’s not allowed there, so maybe he’s just so stupid he can’t even kill himself right. Wasn’t there a reason he wasn’t supposed to do that? He can’t remember anything! Wow!]
Keirr… Pleasee..? Please won’t ya jus’… ‘ave a bit’a fun..?
(He remains staring at you. That...was a lot to process.)
"Fun? Ribbon, there are other ways to- Wait. Ribbon what do you mean you didn't 'suicide yourself?'"
(His arm that had wrapped around your waist tightens around you. The hand on your shoulder squeezes. He's searching your face for...something. They have a pretty good idea as to what you meant but that- They don't want to think about that. But they need to know.)
Nuh-uh… Nnot anymore… But tha’s ’kay, ‘cause you’re here! You… You’re fun! You’re ffun… ‘N tasty….
[He completely disregards your other question, though his face doesn’t fall. He just looks happy. Maybe a bit manic, actually.]
Won’t’cha kiss me..? Feels good when ya do… [He unwraps his arm from you, leaning back to take a drink from the bottle he has. It burns like hell as it goes down.]
(There's...not much visible on their face other than pure concern.)
"Ribbon that-..."
(He cuts himself off. That's...That's a conversation he needs to have with you when you're sober. You're clearly not going to answer any questions about it right now.)
"...I'm not going to kiss you Ribbon. I don't- I don't know how many times I have to say this, but you're drunk. I don't....want to do something to you that I'm not certain you're fine with."
[His face falls slightly, but it’s quickly brought up again. He pulls back from you, pushing himself off of you in the process. He brings the bottle back up to his mouth and just… Chugs the rest. And he throws it off to the side with an easy smile.] ‘Kay then… See ya.
[He falls to his back, then rolls onto his stomach. A small flash of light, and he has a choker necklace in his hands, the one around his neck clearly not there. He hums a tune as he stares at the thing, kicking his feet a bit. He slowly runs his claws across the surface.]
(They watch as you move away, a brow raised.)
"...Ribbon, I'm not leaving."
(He's not going to just leave you here. Just because you're...weirdly powerful, doesn't mean you're not vulnerable when drunk. They adjust to be sitting cross legged, but other than that they just...sort of watch you.)
Mm, ‘kay. Gunna watch me die then? [He looks back at you, absolutely nothing negative in his eyes. Just a faint glint of hope and excitement. He holds the cuff above his head to wave at you before bringing it back down to continue to mess with it.]
[…He told you about this once, he thinks. What this does, what this is to him.]
‘M gunna go see Bee… Hehe..! [First he just has to work up the courage to.]
(There's a moment where he just stares at you as his brain processes your words. And then he's lunging to grab the cuff from you.)
"That- No! Ribbon, I'm not going to just watch you die!"
[He doesn’t have time to process or react to you lunging for him. He whines when you take it from him, arms falling forward. But he just… Can’t make himself get angry at you. At all. He’s… Missing something.]
[It’s simpler this way, though, isn’t it?]
…What’re ya gunna do wit’that..?
"I- I don't know!"
(They really don't. They just...acted. There wasn't much thought behind what they did.)
"What I do know, is that I'm not just going to watch you kill yourself. That-"
(He's looking at you with...concern? Horror? Some combination of the two? They hold the cuff away from you with one hand, while the other hesitantly reaches for one of your hands.)
"Ribbon, I care too much about you to just watch that happen."
[He thinks…. He might be supposed to be feeling sad right now? Instead, there’s nothing. Huh. That’s not even the alcohol doing that. Well, whatever! He gives you a smile, and lays his head on the grass, looking up at you. He… Misses Bee. At least he still has that. He can’t wait to see it again, one day.]
[He hums, still just gazing up at you.] ‘M not’a good person, love… ‘Ss nice that’ya think you care ffor me though. [He wonders if his death would be pretty. An unfitting end for him, he thinks.]
But… Gotta make a— A choice now, don’t’cha? Puttit on, orrr give it back! But I could jus’ steal it from you again… [Thats a lie. He couldn’t do that even if he had the capacity to want to.]
"Just- Just because you aren't a good person doesn't mean I can't care!"
(Their expression has shifted to...hurt. They're still concerned, obviously so, but...they're hurt. Did you think he didn't care about you? That- Why would he not care? You've been nothing but sweet to him.)
"...Ribbon, I can't- I can't trust you with this," (He shakes the cuff) "Right now. I- I can't risk what will happen if I give it back."
(He doesn't...know how to put it on. If he did, it would've probably already have been on. They can't- They really can't risk losing you. Not like this, at least.)
[He sighs, the rolls over on his back so he can cross his arms at you.] Thenn what’cha gunna do with it, huh? Won’ give it back, won’ puttit on— You gunna fuckin’… Eat it? Or somethin’? Make a choice! Tha’s lit— leh— uh… That’s me you’re holdin’…!
[Still, he sounds more playful than anything.]
(They pause, narrowing their eyes at you. There's a moment of silence before a neutral expression appears on their face. They've let go of your hand and are now holding the cuff with both hands.)
"It's edible?"
Whuh? [He seems confused, but as soon as you say that, the cuff shifts and suddenly, it’s a small, easy to swallow pill. Well. He certainly wasn’t expecting that! He stares completely uncomprehendingly at you, and it doesn’t really help that he’s upside down right now.]
(They look between you and the now pill-like cuff they hold for a moment. And then they put it in their mouth and swallow.)
(It's a weird feeling, it is. Swallowing something akin to a pill without any form of liquid to help it go down. It doesn't help that there's...a shift in something. They can't...figure out what the shift is, but they're aware of it.)
K-Keir?? [Okay he wasn’t being serious. When he said that. A very intense blush works its way up his face. Well! He’s too drunk for this!] You— Stars, you don’ even know what you’re doing!
[Shit fuck shit fuck okay! Great. Looks like he has a new holder. Now he just has to shove down the feelings that comes along with that— Fuck this. He curls into a ball and tries to forget you exist.]
(He shudders once he's completely swallowed the cuff. That...They need a reminder to never do something like that again. Swallowing a pill without water, that is. They stare at you as their shoulders slump. Be it from relief or...some other emotion, not even they know.)
"...Ribbon, I would rather get myself into something that I don't understand than watch you die. You-"
(He cuts himself off, exhaling what would've been words in a shaky breath. They end up sitting down with their knees pulled to their chest. There's...so much they could say here. So much that they want to say. And yet none of the words will flow.)
[He buries his face in his claws and screams. When he’s done with that, he pushes himself upwards. He has to get— Less drunk. Because he has to be effective and efficient. Because that’s what he’s for. Stars— He doesn’t miss this mindset. It doesn’t help that it was so sudden! Whatever.]
[He sits on his knees and looks to you with a smile. If he could be angry right now, there would be much more bite to his tone.] Con-fuckin’-grasluations—[Fuck he’s so good at talking]—youu have complete control over me. Yay for you! High teir summon jus’ for you! I’m allll yours!
Can I— Jus’ go get. Not drunk. Real quick?
(They blink at you several times before their brain catches up to them. Oh. Oh. That was stupid of them to do, wasn't it? You- You had breifly told them about how the cuff worked. About how whoever had it- Oh Goddesses, he just ate the damned thing-)
"Yup! Yeah, that- You go do that."
(He's started to hit his head on his knees. Stupid- Irrational- Idiot.)
Grreat! [He can’t go very far from you but— He disappears in a flash of light. You wait a few seconds, and then he’s back.]
[…Face first on the grass. He groans.] Fuck forgot about hangover— Uhhh, what the fuck is goin’ on? Did you do something…? I… Really wanna do things for you right now…
(They've stopped hitting their head, but it does remain resting on their knees. His face is...essentially hidden by his hair, but their ears are a bright red. Well. No need to hide what they did.)
"...I ate your cuff."
Oh. [That did happen, yes.] Well good job? I’m… Yours now… Uh…
Whyy would you— Do that? Eh, whatever, jus’… Make good use of me…
(...Do you not...remember what happened? Ah. Yes. That is a side effect of being drunk.)
"...Ribbon you tried to kill yourself. And-"
(...)
"...You also kissed me. And when I had told you that I wouldn't- I wasn't going to kiss you. Not like that. When- When I told you that, you asked if I was going to watch you die."
(They're staring at you with this look of horror. Also an embarrassed one, but mostly a look of horror.)
"I wasn't going to just watch- I couldn't just- I didn't- Ribbon that was the most stressed I have been in years. I don't-...I don't know what I would've done if you were actually dead."
[He stares at you, trying to process everything just what you said.] Tried to kill myself… Uh, yeah, wouldn’t be the first time. Don’t really have much to live for anyway now that.. Bees dead. So. I can see that happening…
I can also really see me kissing you. You are really fucking pretty. ‘N you’re tasty too. Fuck being drunk for like a week straight is a bad idea— Feel like shit…
[The idea that someone actually cares enough to prevent his death—albeit in a questionable way—is… foreign. He tries not to think about it much which is easier than it should be, probably.]
"Wouldn't have been the- Ribbon, what the fuck?"
(You calling them pretty again is. It's not helping them think right, that's for certain. That- He can have a mental breakdown about that later. You've tried to do this before?)
(...Also who is Bee?)
Do I look mentally stable to you? ‘Course I’ve tried to fuckin’ kill myself before…. Jus’ wish I actually went through with it… [Then none of this would have happened. Bee would probably still be alive too. He sighs. He’s… Weirdly enough, completely empty. There’s just nothing. Weird.] Aaanyway, seriously, what are you gunna do with me? I can be whatever you want. Jus’ tell me already, won’t you..?
"...I don't want you to be what I want you to be. Why would I want that? That- That's so stupid- Goddesses sake, I'm stupid! You told me what your cuff did--granted not in detail--and I still ate it! Why did I eat it? I could've just- I could've just held onto it! It wouldn't have been that difficult-"
(They groan, their head falling forward to hit their knees again. There's no sound from them aside from their breathing for a moment. Then they're looking up at you again.)
"If you get your cuff back would you- You wouldn't have to listen to me, would you?"
[He listens to your self-deprecating spiel, finding no reason to interrupt. What you’re saying isn’t entirely untrue anyway. There are plenty of other ways you could’ve dealt with the situation. Anyway—]
I don’t really have to listen to you anyway, not after what Shadow did, but I’d just… Really like to? It… Feels nice when I do things right for someone… [Sure, the mindset he’s forced into is a bit tiring, but still. It’s true that feeling accomplished is really nice.]
(Their expression morphs into shock for a second before turning into confusion. That...Huh. He can- He can understand that. Though it's not... It's not the same, obviously not. It's still confusing, though.)
"...You want to. Just- Just because it feels nice?"
’S how I was designed, I can’t change it! Easier to control something when they feel good doing it, no? It’s like a failsafe or something.
[He looks at you, and…. He really wants something from you. Just for you to… Do something to him. Stars, it’s like a need. Maybe if he does something for you you’ll kiss him…]
"...Ribbon. I mean this kindly, but once again. What the fuck."
(Hm. That's...Interesting? It- It's unusual. They shuffle in place for a moment before they just...fall backwards? He ends up lying on his back with his hands covering his face.)
Love it when you’re kind to me… [He huffs, and tries to move over to you because it only feels natural, but— He moves the wrong way and a spike of pain settles throughout his body. He falls back to the ground with a mix of a groan and a whine.] S-Stars— Why does that… Feel good….
(They had planned to just lie there and think, but…Damn you Goddesses for making Ribbon someone he cares about. They uncover their face, to pick their head up and look at you.)
“…Everything…Alright?..”
Yeah… Jus’… Everything feels weird… ‘S all just… Good? I don’t know! It’s all weird! And too much… I don’t wanna deal with this shit right now… [He decides to continue to lay where he is, though he does give you a very sad, pathetic, pleading look for you to do something. He doesn’t exactly care what at this point.]
(They stare at you with a blank face before groaning and letting their head fall back again. Damn you and your...frankly adorable expressions.)
"I'm too sober for this."
(He gets why you got drunk to deal with emotions now...Kinda. Not really. More than he had at least.)
[He huffs, dropping the expression when you look away from him.]
I still have a… Lot of illegally acquired alcohol? If you want some? [To prove his point, he summons another full, unopened bottle and shakes it.]
(Their head is lifted again, though this time they've...somewhat pushed themself up. He gives you a considering look before shrugging.)
"Y'know what? Sure. That- That sounds great. Can't fuck this up any more, can I?"
(He stares for a moment before pushing himself up the rest of the way, moving to be closer to you.)
[He holds the bottle out to you, but doesn’t move from his position. He doesn’t need to feel anything more than what he is now, and moving just makes everything worse. He wonders if you’ll be cute when you’re drunk…]
You probably could. Careful, it’s pretty strong.
[Really, he wouldn’t be surprised if just one of these is more than you can handle.]
(He laughs as he takes the bottle from you. It's...slightly hysterical but that's- That's fine. They're fine.)
"Strong is what I need right now."
(With some struggle, they open the bottle and take a drink. They shudder slightly at the taste. That is- That is terrible. How did you manage to drink this? He grumbles something about teaching you what good alcohol tastes like before taking another drink.)
[He continues to just stare at you with a soft smile. He would have a drink, but… He needs to be at his best for you. So he won’t. But he’ll indulge you as much as you want him to!]
Hehe, yeah, ‘s pretty bad.
(They glare at you, though it seems playful.)
"Why do you drink this? It's so bad."
(Despite this they take another drink. He can ignore the taste. Honestly, the more he drinks it the easier that gets. Which...makes sense. Also the more they drink, the more they realize how cute you are. He could probably carry you easily...Well, not right now, they'd probably drop you. But later...Later they may have to test that.)
Because it’s the strongest stuff I’ve found. [He leans his head on one of his hands. Still, he can’t look away. He wishes you would just run your hands through his hair. Maybe he could teach you how to braid it, if you don’t know already.] It’s easy to get completely wasted on.
"Hm. Fair 'nough."
(He blinks at you slowly, almost like a cat. Huh. They thought you were the cat. Whatever. They hesitate for a moment before they sort of just...collapse into your side.)
"Did you know that you make me feel insane? 'Cause- 'Cause you do."
[As soon as you lean into him, it’s almost like he’s the drunk one. Your touch is like a drug, maybe a reward. What is he even being rewarded for? Whatever, he just knows he likes it. Suddenly, he’s purring uncontrollably, and leaning into you as much as he can.]
Mmm… Why?
"I dunno! You're just-"
(There's a groan as they take another drink. Wow, you were right. This is strong.)
"You're too cute. I wanna just keep you forever. I'm not gunna cuz you're- You don't deserve to be stuck with me. Unless you'd want that. Then you do deserve it."
[He tries to nuzzle in closer to you, nearly wrapping himself completely around you. Still, his purrs only get louder. He looks up to you, and what you can see could only be described as lovesick.] I’d love to be stuck with you… Forever and ever and ever… ‘N you could do whatever you want with me. [Theres a certain lilt to his voice you’ve never really heard from him.] I’m yours, Keir.
[Even this is a bit uncharacteristic of him.]
(Huh. That's...This is probably something that the two of you need to have a conversation about but he's...Hm. He wouldn't be able to phrase anything right, and he's...probably going to forget this happened. Being drunk is weird. Helpful, though. Sometimes. Not really.)
"...Mine?"
(Oh, that...that is a thought. If you were theirs, they could do so much to you. So many things. You could do so much to them. Could they be yours as much as you are theirs?)
(They go to take another drink from the bottle only to find that they've emptied it. There's a suprised blink before he shrugs and places it to the side. Whatever. He has...other things to focus on. Like you! Oh look at you...They could just stay at your side forever. You're so warm...the warmest. There's a giddy smile on their face as they wrap their arms around you.)
[He situates himself so that he’s once again in your lap, though he doesn’t try anything. He’s kind of just goes limp in your arms, continuing to look up at you like you hung the moon.]
Yours.. All yours.
[This is a strange feeling. It’s too… It’s too intense. But he can’t find it in himself to care. He is yours after all, you made him yours. He can’t argue with that fact. It’s actually impossible for him to.]
(He hums in acknowledgment, staring at you with plain adoration clear on his face. One of their hands comes up to cup your face. You truly are adorable. He can think that so many times and it won't get old. Well not to his drunken brain at least. It might get repetitive if they were sober.)
(They're somewhat tempted to see if they could play their harp like this...with you in their lap and with their muddled thoughts. It'd probably be shit, but...It's a tempting thought.)
"I told you that you were the cutest ever, right? That- If I haven't I should've. 'Cause you are. You're the cutest ever. The most cute. Cuter than...Cuter than an otter. And those fuzzy things are cute! But you're cuter."
Hehe… [He sort of looks off to the side, clearly flustered. He leans further into your hand, and his neck is a bit more visible right now, especially without the cuff around it.] You’re really drunk, aren’t you?
[He still doesn’t know how to take a compliment. You can tell from how embarrassed he looks.]
"...'s like you said, that was...strong alcohol."
(They run their thumb over your cheek, watching your face. Hm. They could probably kiss you right now, couldn't they? You...You weren't drunk anymore and you had said that you could see yourself kissing him. Right? That- That would mean you want to kiss them.)
(...)
(The Goddesses are probably laughing at him right now, aren't they?)
(Shaking that thought out of their brain, their eyes dart to your neck. Oh. Your skin is pretty. Well, all of you is. He finds himself leaning down to press a kiss to the side of your neck.)
[As soon as your lips meet his skin, it sends a shiver down his non-existent spine. One of his hands drifts to the back of your head, and his claws dig into your scalp just slight enough for you to really feel it. He whines quietly, and closes his eyes just to make sure he takes in the feeling completely.]
[He leans his head a bit on your shoulder. He saw that look in your eyes, and he wishes you acted on that. Really, he almost did, but he can’t. Not without permission. He pulls you a bit closer to him.]
(You can feel their smile on as they continue to press kisses to your skin. When you grab his hair, he groans. They pull back from your neck, just enough to look at you.)
“…Ribbon, can you look at me?”
..Hm?
[He tries, and ends up making shaky eye contact with you along with a nervous smile. He’s breathing just a bit heavier than usual.]
Y-Yeah?
“Nothin’. J’st wanted t’ see your face.”
(They smile wider.)
“You think you could loosen your grip on my hair?”
(You look even cuter when you’re nervous. He could stare at your eyes forever. And your smile…Really just you.)
[He whines more, but his grip does loosen. Not to mention him being completely flustered and covered in a light blush.]
You— You… [Yeah, it’s hard to talk right now. He still wishes you would just kiss him.]
“Me?”
(They’re teasing now. They’re absolutely teasing you. He’s got a…smug grin on his face and his eyes are shining with entertainment.)
(One of his hands is resting upon the small of your back. The other has moved to the side of your neck. Oh. Was their face always that close to yours? They don’t remember moving.)
[He frowns slightly, though the smile never quite leaves his face.] Youuu… Are a fuckin’ trouble maker… [Immediately, he buries his head under your chin to at least hide a little bit. His hand does go up to meet yours, however, and hold it. He runs his thumb over your fingers gently.]
“Don’ hide… I wanna see your eeyes..”
(They do. They’re truly do want to keep seeing your eyes.)
“Also ‘m the trouble maker?”
(His hand on your back moves to wrap around your waist, almost hugging you to his chest. You’re really warm. It’s like sitting next to a fire.)
[He grumbles, and only huddles closer to you. He doesn’t bother dignifying that. Like this, you can see most of the ground behind him.] You are… Trying to embarrass me… [But he’s not complaining. Anything you do is a gift to him. He would love to be flustered to death by you.]
“Nuh uh…’m just…I dunno…”
(They don’t want to see the ground. That isn’t you. He’s grab your chin, pulling you to look at him again.)
“Jus’…Jus’ wanna…look at you.”
(He wants to kiss you. Hm. That thought is back. They probably could…Hmm. Should they is the question…You’d probably be okay with it…)
(Making their mind up, he presses a kiss to your lips. It’s quick and more of a peck, but it happens.)
Mm… [Its still hard to look at you. You’re just so… He whines. But he tries to work up the confidence to actually say something.] Put me on display, then. Pin me up somewhere so you can look at me all day.
I wouldn’t mind.
[He can sort of sense it when you decide to go in, but he isn’t really ready for the feeling he gets when you actually do it. Immediately he melts into you, and his eyes gain a sort of dazed quality to them. It wasn’t even that much, but he wants more. He's a greedy little thing.]
…You can do better than that, love…
(They had a flush to their face. Be it from your words or the alcohol, it's hard to tell...Probably a mix of the two, honestly. He hums, almost uncertain.)
"I dunno, Ribbon. I might mess something up." (They pause before muttering under their breath.) "Hard enough to kiss when 'm sober."
(Pin you up...Hm. Maybe not. He likes being close to you as well. Likes touching you. That'd be hard to do if you were pinned up somewhere.)
[He hums as well, almost mimicking you really.] You could always let me take the lead. You’re hardly the first person I’ve kissed, you know. Hehe, I’ve even kissed Zomi before you! [Well, more like it kissed him, but he’s not about to go thinking about that too hard. It’s embarrassing. He huffs slightly.]
Though that’s not a bad thing for you, of course, it just means I’ve had practice. Better for you even. [He tilts his head, and then he moves his hands to the back of your neck.] I’ve kissed you once before, haven’t I? Don’t you want more of that? Because all you have to do is give me the go-ahead. I’ll be glad to deliver. Whatever you want from me, Keir. Anything at all.
[He tries to keep himself talking just a bit longer than he would have. He has a strong feeling you like hearing him talk, after all. Suddenly, it’s like his world revolves around you, and solely you. It’s strange, almost, but… He thinks he could get used to it.]
(Their eyes grow hazy the more you talk, but they still stare at you. He's silent as he processes your words. Oh. Oh, but he does want more of that. They want you to kiss them. How do they say that though?)
(He whines. He wants to bury his face in the side of your neck while he tries to figure out how to word things, but he wants to keep staring. You're too pretty to be real. They can touch you, though, which means that you are real. They're silent for a minute longer, and when they do speak, their voice is quiet.)
"...Please. Ribbon, I want that."
[He smiles, and one of his hands moves to hold your cheek.] I just love that look on your face… You really are beautiful. Truly. [Hearing you say it, too, not just seeing that look of want… He leans in close, though not quite close enough quite yet.] Whatever you want, Keir. [It’s a whisper. Just barely loud enough to be heard.]
[He closes the gap, barely giving you time to prepare before his tongue works its way through your lips and into your mouth. He can really barely hold himself back. Both of his hands trail down your front, and you can feel his claws through your shirt. Luckily, it doesn’t rip. He eventually gets to the skin of your stomach, and then he starts working his way under your shirt again.]
(They can feel their face burning. He's obviously not on fire, but he's almost too warm. It's not from you. Your warmth is comforting. They're just overheating.)
(He almost says something before he's cut off by you kissing him. Oh. Oh, that's your tongue. He didn't realize that was a thing you could do. Ever. Oh, but that is nice. They could probably die here. They'd die happy.)
(They barely realize that they're whining into your mouth as their arms wrap further around you. One hand lands on the back of your head, the other essentially trapping you against his chest. They don't even realize that your hands are under their shirt. Or that you could've ripped it. That doesn't matter right now.)
[His claws start to dig into your stomach. He doesn’t know if he accidentally made you bleed or not, but he doesn’t think so. But he would love to feel your blood underneath his hands…]
[It’s hard to make this any deeper than it is, but he tries. He ends up pushing you to the ground in the process, accompanied by a sort of possessive growl that you can feel in your chest with how close you are to him. And he cant get enough of the little sounds you make, either. He wants more of those, so he only kisses you harder. His claws dig deeper into your skin, scratching at it. Right now, to him, the only thing that matters in the world is you.]
(He almost wants your claws in their stomach, but that...Does he have potions on him? If they do then you could- They can't remember, though. And you kissing them is making it harder to think back on what they have.)
(When his back hits the ground, he grunts but quickly adjusts. He's holding you so gently, but also so securely. They don't want to let you go. They don't want you to move back. Eventually they'll have to but...that...isn't important right now.)
(They groan around your tongue as your claws continue to dig into their skin. They want you to leave deeper scratches. He wants it to scar. He already has your bite marks on his skin, what would a couple scratches be compared to that?)
[You’re the one thats in control of him, right now. But with you under him like this, it’s hard to remind himself of that fact. It’s so easy to get lost in things like this, especially now. He cant help but wonder— Is this what you’ll use him for during the time you have him? He wouldn’t mind, not at all. It feels too good for him to mind.]
[He continues to scratch at your skin, but it never goes all that deep. He doesn’t know if he’s even allowed to hurt you right now, but stars, does he want to. Hurting things is his specialty, it’s what he was made to do. Its only right that he shares that with you, isn’t it? But he doesn’t, not yet, not until you tell him to.]
(They don't realize why you haven't done anything for a moment longer than they would've liked. Reluctantly, he pulls his head back. Just enough to break the kiss so they can talk. And breath. That's something they forgot to do. His chest is rising and falling fast, but not to the point of hyperventilating.)
"Ribbon- Ribbon. Please. I want..."
(How do they phrase this without seeming too odd.)
"I want you to scar me."
(Hm. That works. If you think they're weird, they'll...figure that out...Hm. They want to go back to kissing you now, but they want to hear your response.)
[As soon as you pull away, you realise he’s just… Not breathing, not whatsoever. But he doesn’t seem concerned, or even affected.] Scar you, hm..? [It takes him a second to get off the high that is all of this… This. And actually process your words. When he does, he smirks.] I could… But what will you give me in return? [Really, he has no right to be saying that. But he cant help himself.] Awfully big favor you’re asking of me there, you know. You’ll have to repay it somehow.
[If you ask again, he’ll do it without hesitation. But still. He can still want things as of now, and that is certainly something he wants from you. Anything, really, just for you to do something to him.]
(You're making them think? That- They whine. They can't think. Not when you stare at them like that.)
"I-"
(He cuts himself off with another whine. They hadn't processed the fact you weren't breathing before, but that- You- How can you be this unaffected?)
"Ribbon, please. Anything. I- I'll do anything. Just- Just please."
(Oh, that's...more than they meant to say. Hm. Oh well. Not important. Really, it isn't.)
[…This is fun.] Not very specific, are you? Fine, fine, I’ll let you have creative freedom when it comes to paying me back. The sooner the better!
[Finally, his claws break skin, digging into your abdomen. He can feel the blood, and his smile grows. Slowly, he starts dragging his claws downwards. He doesn’t go back in for another kiss, instead, just watching you. Watching for your reactions.]
(Their face scrunches up from the pain, but there's also a clear joy on their face. They're smiling, oh so happily.)
"Tha- Thank you, Ribbon- So good. You're so good for me. Could stay like this forever. Jus'- Jus' yours. Let you do whatever."
(He's rambling. He absolutely is. You've barely done anything and they're already a mess. It's probably the alcohol's fault, but you'd probably be able to get them like this without it, as well. His breath hitches every so often and whines interrupt their speech, but they push through it.)
[He wants to feel your organs against his claws again. He lets out a shaky breath— Just one, and then he goes quiet again. His claws continue to drag down your skin, creating deep gashes, very purposeful gashes. The blood stains your shirt, just a bit.]
[And— Stars, he cant help it when his blush intensifies at your words. He whines, and he wants more of that. His entire purpose is to be good for you, it’s what he was made for. He loves the sound of those words in your voice. He wants to pry them out of you.]
(They pull you down into another kiss. It's short, but it's sweet. He pulls away from you, but he just moves his face to your shoulder, burying his face into your neck.)
"So good. You'd-" (He muffles a whine by pressing his face further into your neck.) "You'd do anything I asked, wouldn't you? I could tell you to never stop. 'm not gunna, but I could."
(They don't care about their shirt. They can replace it. Or wash it. They wonder if you're aware they're still scared from when you bit them. He's certainly not going to point it out. That'd be embarrassing. He could've easily healed the marks with a potion...Dunno why he didn't.)
"So, so good for me."
[He whines again. Your words are getting to his head. His claws stop for a second, only to go back to the top of the gashes and go over them again.] Of course… Anything, I’d do anything you want me to… [This feeling really does just make him feel drunk off of it. Off of what, exactly, he’s not sure. But as long as you have his cuff, he can’t help but be addicted.] Wanna be good for you…
‘N then you can do whatever you want with me. I could be your toy, and you—[Stars, he wants that. He takes a breath.]—and you could do anything to me. Please, hurt me, you do it so well, I jus’—[Another breath, his claws keep gouging lines into your abdomen.]—just please, stars, let me be your plaything… Won’t you? I’ll do anything you ask….
(The pain of having your claws in their abdomen is catching up to them, stealing the breath that they would've used to speak. They muffle a groan of pain by biting your neck. He doesn't let go for a while, and when he does let go he just bites a new spot. Their teeth aren't sharp enough to do any real damage, but they bite nonetheless.)
(Their arms have ended up loosely wrapped around your torso by this point. They'd squeeze you to their chest again if they weren't so out of it.)
[He closes his eyes, whining at the feeling of you biting him. It’s been so long since he’s been bitten by anyone— He forgot how good it feels. And there isn’t even any instinct to push you away now that his cuff isn’t there.] More, please— Please, jus’— Just a bit more… [Its still not enough for him.]
[He can feel bits of your flesh gather under his claws. He cant wait to lick his fingers of your blood.]
(He wants to leave his bite marks in your skin like you did to him. That- Huh. That's an interesting thought. They'll...think about that later. For now, they pull back to look at your face.)
"More what?"
(They're teasing. He really shouldn't be, given that you could easily dig your claws into somewhere new to scar them, but he can't help it! You're just- You get so cute when he teases you.)
[He’s a little disappointed when you pull away, and then you say that. And then he looks at you like you’ve personally offended him, momentarily snapped out of the swirl of nothing that you were quickly turning his mind into. He flushes harder all the while.] You— Don’t make me ask for it, thats just mean! I don’t even know in the first place… [He surrenders slightly more back into the fog covering his mind, and you can see it on his face, too. The way his pupils dilate just a bit.] But… Anything?
[He just wants you right now.]
Please, just do anything to me, I don’t care! Whatever you come up with I’ll do, just as long as its you… Please…
(He nearly laughs, but instead they find themself rendered silent at your expression. They can't help but stare again. Hm. You really are pretty. He could probably find a pictobox somewhere...You'd make a lovely subject.)
"...M'kay."
(They aren't sure what to do, but a glance around the area surrounding them gives them an idea. Their eyes land upon a rock...This idea isn't sanitary in the slightest but...)
(Reaching out, they grab the rock. There's a moment of hesitance before he's holding it up to your face.)
"Do you think you could keep this in your throat?"
Whuh? [Well that was… Okay, he’s still trying to process what you just asked him to do. He stares at you confusedly for a while, glancing at the rock a few times and then back at you.] I’m not a storage system… But I can try?
[You want him to. Thats a good enough reason, he thinks. Still, he can’t help but be a bit nervous.] I’m not that big either…
"It's okay. I can help."
(He smiles, blinking at you.)
"I'd also like you to try and talk around it, once it's in place."
(They have no idea what they're doing but they're sure it'll end...well...Honestly they just want to hear your voice get more and more strained.)
[He whines, but… Nods anyway.] I can do that, I think. Just… Be as rough as you like.
[He looks up at you, but otherwise doesn’t do anything. The look in his eyes tells you that you’re going to have to do most of the work here if you want it done at all.]
"M'kay. Can you open your mouth for me, Ribbon?"
(His hand that isn't holding the rock has grabbed your chin. They're looking at you with an oh-so-gentle glint in their eye.)
"It's okay if you can't. I can open it for you, but it'd be easier if you did it."
(He had been walking around aimlessly when he heard...talking. He could only hear one voice, but it sounded like you. He had started towards you, but the talking...stopped.)
(...)
(They were practically running now. There's a moment where they think they might've just imagined your voice, but...That doesn't stop him from running. There's a moment of silence from them when they stumble upon you. Then they panic.)
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[He's laying on his side in the grass, somewhat curled up. His eyes are open, but… He doesn’t look there. Like he’s completely dazed. He’s not breathing, not moving at all. Really, he does look dead.]
[Theres a single empty bottle of alcohol off to the side, and his face and ear tips look suspiciously flushed.]
“Ribbon- Ribbon. Hey- Look at me-”
(They rush over to you, kneeling at your side. He cradles your face between his hands, staring at you with so, so much worry.)
[His eyes refocus, though only barely. He leans into your touch, but still… It doesn’t seem like he’s all that present yet.]
“Shit, Ribbon- What happened?-”
(They start to check you for injuries. There- There has to be something they can fix.)
[Theres nothing you can directly see. And… Holy shit you’re actually really pretty. That realisation comes with a blink and a bit of light returning to his eyes. Though he does start crawling on top of you, which just hurts. He whines.] Feelss good…. You.. Mmm, Keir… [He missed having someone like this. He’s in your lap now, his chest pressed against yours, and his arms wrapped around you in some lazy semblance of a hug.]
(Their shoulders relax ever so slightly as you talk, but they’re still tense. Why are you so out of it- He certain alcohol doesn’t make someone act- Act like this!)
“What- What feels good, Ribbon?”
(They’re still searching for injuries. Any sign of one. Anything that would tell them why you’re like this. They also need you to keep talking to them. If- If you’re talking then you’re alive.)
E-Ehv’rythin’.. ‘S hurts… Hehe, mmm… You’re real pretty… [His hands start working their way under the rim of your shirt, and he presses himself closer to you. It sort of forces you backwards a bit.]
[…He wants another drink. One of his hands is taken off from you to summon a new bottle.]
(With one hand, they grab the wrist of the hand that summons a new bottle. Their other wraps itself around your waist.)
“Ribbon, before you take another drink, what do you mean everything hurts?”
(His face had gone pink when you called him pretty. There are…more important things to worry about currently, though.)
’S jus’ th’normal stuhff… [But it’s worse.] Feels… Good…. [His other hand, the one not holding the freaky alcohol, starts trailing up your back from under your shirt. His claws sometimes scratch at your skin.]
[His eyes latch onto your neck. He leans forwards a bit to give your throat a lick, then his eyes go up to meet yours again.] Gunna make me better…?
“…Right. Ribbon, I need you to listen for a moment.”
(They can feel their face getting warmer every time your claws scratch at their back. He needs to focus, though. You’re drunk.)
“I don’t want to do anything to you while you’re drunk. I need you to be of…sound mind before I do anything. As much as I would love to make you feel better, I don’t think that is a good idea.”
(You licking their neck brings memories to the surface. Things that they need to shove down before they’re properly tempted to make you feel better.)
[…He doesn’t look like he processed a word you just said. Instead, he just smiles at you, all teeth. And then he wrenches his wrist from you, uncorks the bottle with his teeth, and takes a large drink of it, swallowing once while there’s still clearly some still in his mouth. And then—]
[And then his lips are suddenly on yours. His hand on your back moves quickly up to the back of your neck, wrapping his claws around it almost. All you can taste from him is alcohol.]
(He had been about to say something. To repeat what he had said, or tell you off for drinking more. But then your lips are on theirs and they can’t seem to think straight.)
(The taste of alcohol is overwhelming. Was there still some in your mouth? He can’t linger on that thought for long. He can’t truly savor the moment because you’re drunk.)
(They move to pull back from you, to break off the kiss. They don’t particularly want to but they’re still feeling rational right now.)
[As soon as you try and pull back, he just brings you into a deeper kiss. A bit of alcohol drips from the corner of his mouth. And then his tongue is forcing its way past your lips, along with a bit of alcohol.]
[His hand drifts from your neck to the back of your head, and half of your shirt has been dragged upwards as he’s moved his arm, exposing a good amount of your skin. He grabs a handful of your hair, not really letting you pull back anymore.]
(There’s a moment where they freeze. They clearly hadn’t expected…well, any of this. He whines into your mouth as his lips part for your tongue. This- This is wrong. You’re drunk.)
(Their hand that had previously held your wrist goes to try and push at your shoulder. To try and get you to back off. He can’t move back, so he needs you to move instead.)
(They don’t pay attention to the fact their shirt has moved. It’s not important right now.)
[It’s only when he’s pushed the rest of the alcohol into your mouth from his does he stop. Slowly, he pulls back, and looks at you with half-lidded eyes. He licks his lips, humming.] Tastes good… Get drunk with me, llove.. Won’t’cha? Plen’y for both’a uss… C’mon, le’s have a bit’a fun! Pleeease…? Wanna forget.. ‘Bout ev’rythin’ I’m… I can do…
[He goes down to start kissing at your neck instead.]
(He swallows the alcohol that had been pushed into his mouth. He stares at you with wide eyes and an extremely flushed face. There’s no way this is actually happening. This has to be a dream…It’s a very realistic one if it is.)
“Ribbon, that- That’s not a good idea.”
(The rational part of their brain is working overdrive, it seems. The kisses you press to their neck make it hard to think, but he can’t be terribly distracted. He needs to find a way to get you…not drunk.)
Mmm… Why’s that..? [His tone just seems…. Sad. But you can tell from the look in his eyes that he’s anything but.] Don’ ya wanna make me happy..? Youu make me sooo happy, you’re sso… Tasty! Could jus’ eat you whole… ‘N you’re so pretty, pin ya up somewhere so I can jus’ look at’cha all th’time… [He wraps the arm that currently holds the alcohol bottle around you in such a way that he can drape the bottle over your shoulder, right next to your face.]
C’monnn! Get drunk wit’ meee! It can be cel’bration for… Not ssuisi- Suicidin’ myself… [Thinking about that, how is he still alive again? Didn’t he slice his cuff? Huh. Maybe this is the afterlife. But he’s not allowed there, so maybe he’s just so stupid he can’t even kill himself right. Wasn’t there a reason he wasn’t supposed to do that? He can’t remember anything! Wow!]
Keirr… Pleasee..? Please won’t ya jus’… ‘ave a bit’a fun..?
(He remains staring at you. That...was a lot to process.)
"Fun? Ribbon, there are other ways to- Wait. Ribbon what do you mean you didn't 'suicide yourself?'"
(His arm that had wrapped around your waist tightens around you. The hand on your shoulder squeezes. He's searching your face for...something. They have a pretty good idea as to what you meant but that- They don't want to think about that. But they need to know.)
Nuh-uh… Nnot anymore… But tha’s ’kay, ‘cause you’re here! You… You’re fun! You’re ffun… ‘N tasty….
[He completely disregards your other question, though his face doesn’t fall. He just looks happy. Maybe a bit manic, actually.]
Won’t’cha kiss me..? Feels good when ya do… [He unwraps his arm from you, leaning back to take a drink from the bottle he has. It burns like hell as it goes down.]
(There's...not much visible on their face other than pure concern.)
"Ribbon that-..."
(He cuts himself off. That's...That's a conversation he needs to have with you when you're sober. You're clearly not going to answer any questions about it right now.)
"...I'm not going to kiss you Ribbon. I don't- I don't know how many times I have to say this, but you're drunk. I don't....want to do something to you that I'm not certain you're fine with."
[His face falls slightly, but it’s quickly brought up again. He pulls back from you, pushing himself off of you in the process. He brings the bottle back up to his mouth and just… Chugs the rest. And he throws it off to the side with an easy smile.] ‘Kay then… See ya.
[He falls to his back, then rolls onto his stomach. A small flash of light, and he has a choker necklace in his hands, the one around his neck clearly not there. He hums a tune as he stares at the thing, kicking his feet a bit. He slowly runs his claws across the surface.]
(They watch as you move away, a brow raised.)
"...Ribbon, I'm not leaving."
(He's not going to just leave you here. Just because you're...weirdly powerful, doesn't mean you're not vulnerable when drunk. They adjust to be sitting cross legged, but other than that they just...sort of watch you.)
Mm, ‘kay. Gunna watch me die then? [He looks back at you, absolutely nothing negative in his eyes. Just a faint glint of hope and excitement. He holds the cuff above his head to wave at you before bringing it back down to continue to mess with it.]
[…He told you about this once, he thinks. What this does, what this is to him.]
‘M gunna go see Bee… Hehe..! [First he just has to work up the courage to.]
(There's a moment where he just stares at you as his brain processes your words. And then he's lunging to grab the cuff from you.)
"That- No! Ribbon, I'm not going to just watch you die!"
[He doesn’t have time to process or react to you lunging for him. He whines when you take it from him, arms falling forward. But he just… Can’t make himself get angry at you. At all. He’s… Missing something.]
[It’s simpler this way, though, isn’t it?]
…What’re ya gunna do wit’that..?
"I- I don't know!"
(They really don't. They just...acted. There wasn't much thought behind what they did.)
"What I do know, is that I'm not just going to watch you kill yourself. That-"
(He's looking at you with...concern? Horror? Some combination of the two? They hold the cuff away from you with one hand, while the other hesitantly reaches for one of your hands.)
"Ribbon, I care too much about you to just watch that happen."
[He thinks…. He might be supposed to be feeling sad right now? Instead, there’s nothing. Huh. That’s not even the alcohol doing that. Well, whatever! He gives you a smile, and lays his head on the grass, looking up at you. He… Misses Bee. At least he still has that. He can’t wait to see it again, one day.]
[He hums, still just gazing up at you.] ‘M not’a good person, love… ‘Ss nice that’ya think you care ffor me though. [He wonders if his death would be pretty. An unfitting end for him, he thinks.]
But… Gotta make a— A choice now, don’t’cha? Puttit on, orrr give it back! But I could jus’ steal it from you again… [Thats a lie. He couldn’t do that even if he had the capacity to want to.]
"Just- Just because you aren't a good person doesn't mean I can't care!"
(Their expression has shifted to...hurt. They're still concerned, obviously so, but...they're hurt. Did you think he didn't care about you? That- Why would he not care? You've been nothing but sweet to him.)
"...Ribbon, I can't- I can't trust you with this," (He shakes the cuff) "Right now. I- I can't risk what will happen if I give it back."
(He doesn't...know how to put it on. If he did, it would've probably already have been on. They can't- They really can't risk losing you. Not like this, at least.)
[He sighs, the rolls over on his back so he can cross his arms at you.] Thenn what’cha gunna do with it, huh? Won’ give it back, won’ puttit on— You gunna fuckin’… Eat it? Or somethin’? Make a choice! Tha’s lit— leh— uh… That’s me you’re holdin’…!
[Still, he sounds more playful than anything.]
(They pause, narrowing their eyes at you. There's a moment of silence before a neutral expression appears on their face. They've let go of your hand and are now holding the cuff with both hands.)
"It's edible?"
Whuh? [He seems confused, but as soon as you say that, the cuff shifts and suddenly, it’s a small, easy to swallow pill. Well. He certainly wasn’t expecting that! He stares completely uncomprehendingly at you, and it doesn’t really help that he’s upside down right now.]
(They look between you and the now pill-like cuff they hold for a moment. And then they put it in their mouth and swallow.)
(It's a weird feeling, it is. Swallowing something akin to a pill without any form of liquid to help it go down. It doesn't help that there's...a shift in something. They can't...figure out what the shift is, but they're aware of it.)
K-Keir?? [Okay he wasn’t being serious. When he said that. A very intense blush works its way up his face. Well! He’s too drunk for this!] You— Stars, you don’ even know what you’re doing!
[Shit fuck shit fuck okay! Great. Looks like he has a new holder. Now he just has to shove down the feelings that comes along with that— Fuck this. He curls into a ball and tries to forget you exist.]
(He shudders once he's completely swallowed the cuff. That...They need a reminder to never do something like that again. Swallowing a pill without water, that is. They stare at you as their shoulders slump. Be it from relief or...some other emotion, not even they know.)
"...Ribbon, I would rather get myself into something that I don't understand than watch you die. You-"
(He cuts himself off, exhaling what would've been words in a shaky breath. They end up sitting down with their knees pulled to their chest. There's...so much they could say here. So much that they want to say. And yet none of the words will flow.)
[He buries his face in his claws and screams. When he’s done with that, he pushes himself upwards. He has to get— Less drunk. Because he has to be effective and efficient. Because that’s what he’s for. Stars— He doesn’t miss this mindset. It doesn’t help that it was so sudden! Whatever.]
[He sits on his knees and looks to you with a smile. If he could be angry right now, there would be much more bite to his tone.] Con-fuckin’-grasluations—[Fuck he’s so good at talking]—youu have complete control over me. Yay for you! High teir summon jus’ for you! I’m allll yours!
Can I— Jus’ go get. Not drunk. Real quick?
(They blink at you several times before their brain catches up to them. Oh. Oh. That was stupid of them to do, wasn't it? You- You had breifly told them about how the cuff worked. About how whoever had it- Oh Goddesses, he just ate the damned thing-)
"Yup! Yeah, that- You go do that."
(He's started to hit his head on his knees. Stupid- Irrational- Idiot.)
Grreat! [He can’t go very far from you but— He disappears in a flash of light. You wait a few seconds, and then he’s back.]
[…Face first on the grass. He groans.] Fuck forgot about hangover— Uhhh, what the fuck is goin’ on? Did you do something…? I… Really wanna do things for you right now…
(They've stopped hitting their head, but it does remain resting on their knees. His face is...essentially hidden by his hair, but their ears are a bright red. Well. No need to hide what they did.)
"...I ate your cuff."
Oh. [That did happen, yes.] Well good job? I’m… Yours now… Uh…
Whyy would you— Do that? Eh, whatever, jus’… Make good use of me…
(...Do you not...remember what happened? Ah. Yes. That is a side effect of being drunk.)
"...Ribbon you tried to kill yourself. And-"
(...)
"...You also kissed me. And when I had told you that I wouldn't- I wasn't going to kiss you. Not like that. When- When I told you that, you asked if I was going to watch you die."
(They're staring at you with this look of horror. Also an embarrassed one, but mostly a look of horror.)
"I wasn't going to just watch- I couldn't just- I didn't- Ribbon that was the most stressed I have been in years. I don't-...I don't know what I would've done if you were actually dead."
[He stares at you, trying to process everything just what you said.] Tried to kill myself… Uh, yeah, wouldn’t be the first time. Don’t really have much to live for anyway now that.. Bees dead. So. I can see that happening…
I can also really see me kissing you. You are really fucking pretty. ‘N you’re tasty too. Fuck being drunk for like a week straight is a bad idea— Feel like shit…
[The idea that someone actually cares enough to prevent his death—albeit in a questionable way—is… foreign. He tries not to think about it much which is easier than it should be, probably.]
"Wouldn't have been the- Ribbon, what the fuck?"
(You calling them pretty again is. It's not helping them think right, that's for certain. That- He can have a mental breakdown about that later. You've tried to do this before?)
(...Also who is Bee?)
Do I look mentally stable to you? ‘Course I’ve tried to fuckin’ kill myself before…. Jus’ wish I actually went through with it… [Then none of this would have happened. Bee would probably still be alive too. He sighs. He’s… Weirdly enough, completely empty. There’s just nothing. Weird.] Aaanyway, seriously, what are you gunna do with me? I can be whatever you want. Jus’ tell me already, won’t you..?
"...I don't want you to be what I want you to be. Why would I want that? That- That's so stupid- Goddesses sake, I'm stupid! You told me what your cuff did--granted not in detail--and I still ate it! Why did I eat it? I could've just- I could've just held onto it! It wouldn't have been that difficult-"
(They groan, their head falling forward to hit their knees again. There's no sound from them aside from their breathing for a moment. Then they're looking up at you again.)
"If you get your cuff back would you- You wouldn't have to listen to me, would you?"
[He listens to your self-deprecating spiel, finding no reason to interrupt. What you’re saying isn’t entirely untrue anyway. There are plenty of other ways you could’ve dealt with the situation. Anyway—]
I don’t really have to listen to you anyway, not after what Shadow did, but I’d just… Really like to? It… Feels nice when I do things right for someone… [Sure, the mindset he’s forced into is a bit tiring, but still. It’s true that feeling accomplished is really nice.]
(Their expression morphs into shock for a second before turning into confusion. That...Huh. He can- He can understand that. Though it's not... It's not the same, obviously not. It's still confusing, though.)
"...You want to. Just- Just because it feels nice?"
’S how I was designed, I can’t change it! Easier to control something when they feel good doing it, no? It’s like a failsafe or something.
[He looks at you, and…. He really wants something from you. Just for you to… Do something to him. Stars, it’s like a need. Maybe if he does something for you you’ll kiss him…]
"...Ribbon. I mean this kindly, but once again. What the fuck."
(Hm. That's...Interesting? It- It's unusual. They shuffle in place for a moment before they just...fall backwards? He ends up lying on his back with his hands covering his face.)
Love it when you’re kind to me… [He huffs, and tries to move over to you because it only feels natural, but— He moves the wrong way and a spike of pain settles throughout his body. He falls back to the ground with a mix of a groan and a whine.] S-Stars— Why does that… Feel good….
(They had planned to just lie there and think, but…Damn you Goddesses for making Ribbon someone he cares about. They uncover their face, to pick their head up and look at you.)
“…Everything…Alright?..”
Yeah… Jus’… Everything feels weird… ‘S all just… Good? I don’t know! It’s all weird! And too much… I don’t wanna deal with this shit right now… [He decides to continue to lay where he is, though he does give you a very sad, pathetic, pleading look for you to do something. He doesn’t exactly care what at this point.]
(They stare at you with a blank face before groaning and letting their head fall back again. Damn you and your...frankly adorable expressions.)
"I'm too sober for this."
(He gets why you got drunk to deal with emotions now...Kinda. Not really. More than he had at least.)
[He huffs, dropping the expression when you look away from him.]
I still have a… Lot of illegally acquired alcohol? If you want some? [To prove his point, he summons another full, unopened bottle and shakes it.]
(Their head is lifted again, though this time they've...somewhat pushed themself up. He gives you a considering look before shrugging.)
"Y'know what? Sure. That- That sounds great. Can't fuck this up any more, can I?"
(He stares for a moment before pushing himself up the rest of the way, moving to be closer to you.)
[He holds the bottle out to you, but doesn’t move from his position. He doesn’t need to feel anything more than what he is now, and moving just makes everything worse. He wonders if you’ll be cute when you’re drunk…]
You probably could. Careful, it’s pretty strong.
[Really, he wouldn’t be surprised if just one of these is more than you can handle.]
(He laughs as he takes the bottle from you. It's...slightly hysterical but that's- That's fine. They're fine.)
"Strong is what I need right now."
(With some struggle, they open the bottle and take a drink. They shudder slightly at the taste. That is- That is terrible. How did you manage to drink this? He grumbles something about teaching you what good alcohol tastes like before taking another drink.)
[He continues to just stare at you with a soft smile. He would have a drink, but… He needs to be at his best for you. So he won’t. But he’ll indulge you as much as you want him to!]
Hehe, yeah, ‘s pretty bad.
(They glare at you, though it seems playful.)
"Why do you drink this? It's so bad."
(Despite this they take another drink. He can ignore the taste. Honestly, the more he drinks it the easier that gets. Which...makes sense. Also the more they drink, the more they realize how cute you are. He could probably carry you easily...Well, not right now, they'd probably drop you. But later...Later they may have to test that.)
Because it’s the strongest stuff I’ve found. [He leans his head on one of his hands. Still, he can’t look away. He wishes you would just run your hands through his hair. Maybe he could teach you how to braid it, if you don’t know already.] It’s easy to get completely wasted on.
"Hm. Fair 'nough."
(He blinks at you slowly, almost like a cat. Huh. They thought you were the cat. Whatever. They hesitate for a moment before they sort of just...collapse into your side.)
"Did you know that you make me feel insane? 'Cause- 'Cause you do."
[As soon as you lean into him, it’s almost like he’s the drunk one. Your touch is like a drug, maybe a reward. What is he even being rewarded for? Whatever, he just knows he likes it. Suddenly, he’s purring uncontrollably, and leaning into you as much as he can.]
Mmm… Why?
"I dunno! You're just-"
(There's a groan as they take another drink. Wow, you were right. This is strong.)
"You're too cute. I wanna just keep you forever. I'm not gunna cuz you're- You don't deserve to be stuck with me. Unless you'd want that. Then you do deserve it."
[He tries to nuzzle in closer to you, nearly wrapping himself completely around you. Still, his purrs only get louder. He looks up to you, and what you can see could only be described as lovesick.] I’d love to be stuck with you… Forever and ever and ever… ‘N you could do whatever you want with me. [Theres a certain lilt to his voice you’ve never really heard from him.] I’m yours, Keir.
[Even this is a bit uncharacteristic of him.]
(Huh. That's...This is probably something that the two of you need to have a conversation about but he's...Hm. He wouldn't be able to phrase anything right, and he's...probably going to forget this happened. Being drunk is weird. Helpful, though. Sometimes. Not really.)
"...Mine?"
(Oh, that...that is a thought. If you were theirs, they could do so much to you. So many things. You could do so much to them. Could they be yours as much as you are theirs?)
(They go to take another drink from the bottle only to find that they've emptied it. There's a suprised blink before he shrugs and places it to the side. Whatever. He has...other things to focus on. Like you! Oh look at you...They could just stay at your side forever. You're so warm...the warmest. There's a giddy smile on their face as they wrap their arms around you.)
[He situates himself so that he’s once again in your lap, though he doesn’t try anything. He’s kind of just goes limp in your arms, continuing to look up at you like you hung the moon.]
Yours.. All yours.
[This is a strange feeling. It’s too… It’s too intense. But he can’t find it in himself to care. He is yours after all, you made him yours. He can’t argue with that fact. It’s actually impossible for him to.]
(He hums in acknowledgment, staring at you with plain adoration clear on his face. One of their hands comes up to cup your face. You truly are adorable. He can think that so many times and it won't get old. Well not to his drunken brain at least. It might get repetitive if they were sober.)
(They're somewhat tempted to see if they could play their harp like this...with you in their lap and with their muddled thoughts. It'd probably be shit, but...It's a tempting thought.)
"I told you that you were the cutest ever, right? That- If I haven't I should've. 'Cause you are. You're the cutest ever. The most cute. Cuter than...Cuter than an otter. And those fuzzy things are cute! But you're cuter."
Hehe… [He sort of looks off to the side, clearly flustered. He leans further into your hand, and his neck is a bit more visible right now, especially without the cuff around it.] You’re really drunk, aren’t you?
[He still doesn’t know how to take a compliment. You can tell from how embarrassed he looks.]
"...'s like you said, that was...strong alcohol."
(They run their thumb over your cheek, watching your face. Hm. They could probably kiss you right now, couldn't they? You...You weren't drunk anymore and you had said that you could see yourself kissing him. Right? That- That would mean you want to kiss them.)
(...)
(The Goddesses are probably laughing at him right now, aren't they?)
(Shaking that thought out of their brain, their eyes dart to your neck. Oh. Your skin is pretty. Well, all of you is. He finds himself leaning down to press a kiss to the side of your neck.)
[As soon as your lips meet his skin, it sends a shiver down his non-existent spine. One of his hands drifts to the back of your head, and his claws dig into your scalp just slight enough for you to really feel it. He whines quietly, and closes his eyes just to make sure he takes in the feeling completely.]
[He leans his head a bit on your shoulder. He saw that look in your eyes, and he wishes you acted on that. Really, he almost did, but he can’t. Not without permission. He pulls you a bit closer to him.]
(You can feel their smile on as they continue to press kisses to your skin. When you grab his hair, he groans. They pull back from your neck, just enough to look at you.)
“…Ribbon, can you look at me?”
..Hm?
[He tries, and ends up making shaky eye contact with you along with a nervous smile. He’s breathing just a bit heavier than usual.]
Y-Yeah?
“Nothin’. J’st wanted t’ see your face.”
(They smile wider.)
“You think you could loosen your grip on my hair?”
(You look even cuter when you’re nervous. He could stare at your eyes forever. And your smile…Really just you.)
[He whines more, but his grip does loosen. Not to mention him being completely flustered and covered in a light blush.]
You— You… [Yeah, it’s hard to talk right now. He still wishes you would just kiss him.]
“Me?”
(They’re teasing now. They’re absolutely teasing you. He’s got a…smug grin on his face and his eyes are shining with entertainment.)
(One of his hands is resting upon the small of your back. The other has moved to the side of your neck. Oh. Was their face always that close to yours? They don’t remember moving.)
[He frowns slightly, though the smile never quite leaves his face.] Youuu… Are a fuckin’ trouble maker… [Immediately, he buries his head under your chin to at least hide a little bit. His hand does go up to meet yours, however, and hold it. He runs his thumb over your fingers gently.]
“Don’ hide… I wanna see your eeyes..”
(They do. They’re truly do want to keep seeing your eyes.)
“Also ‘m the trouble maker?”
(His hand on your back moves to wrap around your waist, almost hugging you to his chest. You’re really warm. It’s like sitting next to a fire.)
[He grumbles, and only huddles closer to you. He doesn’t bother dignifying that. Like this, you can see most of the ground behind him.] You are… Trying to embarrass me… [But he’s not complaining. Anything you do is a gift to him. He would love to be flustered to death by you.]
“Nuh uh…’m just…I dunno…”
(They don’t want to see the ground. That isn’t you. He’s grab your chin, pulling you to look at him again.)
“Jus’…Jus’ wanna…look at you.”
(He wants to kiss you. Hm. That thought is back. They probably could…Hmm. Should they is the question…You’d probably be okay with it…)
(Making their mind up, he presses a kiss to your lips. It’s quick and more of a peck, but it happens.)
Mm… [Its still hard to look at you. You’re just so… He whines. But he tries to work up the confidence to actually say something.] Put me on display, then. Pin me up somewhere so you can look at me all day.
I wouldn’t mind.
[He can sort of sense it when you decide to go in, but he isn’t really ready for the feeling he gets when you actually do it. Immediately he melts into you, and his eyes gain a sort of dazed quality to them. It wasn’t even that much, but he wants more. He's a greedy little thing.]
…You can do better than that, love…
(They had a flush to their face. Be it from your words or the alcohol, it's hard to tell...Probably a mix of the two, honestly. He hums, almost uncertain.)
"I dunno, Ribbon. I might mess something up." (They pause before muttering under their breath.) "Hard enough to kiss when 'm sober."
(Pin you up...Hm. Maybe not. He likes being close to you as well. Likes touching you. That'd be hard to do if you were pinned up somewhere.)
[He hums as well, almost mimicking you really.] You could always let me take the lead. You’re hardly the first person I’ve kissed, you know. Hehe, I’ve even kissed Zomi before you! [Well, more like it kissed him, but he’s not about to go thinking about that too hard. It’s embarrassing. He huffs slightly.]
Though that’s not a bad thing for you, of course, it just means I’ve had practice. Better for you even. [He tilts his head, and then he moves his hands to the back of your neck.] I’ve kissed you once before, haven’t I? Don’t you want more of that? Because all you have to do is give me the go-ahead. I’ll be glad to deliver. Whatever you want from me, Keir. Anything at all.
[He tries to keep himself talking just a bit longer than he would have. He has a strong feeling you like hearing him talk, after all. Suddenly, it’s like his world revolves around you, and solely you. It’s strange, almost, but… He thinks he could get used to it.]
(Their eyes grow hazy the more you talk, but they still stare at you. He's silent as he processes your words. Oh. Oh, but he does want more of that. They want you to kiss them. How do they say that though?)
(He whines. He wants to bury his face in the side of your neck while he tries to figure out how to word things, but he wants to keep staring. You're too pretty to be real. They can touch you, though, which means that you are real. They're silent for a minute longer, and when they do speak, their voice is quiet.)
"...Please. Ribbon, I want that."
[He smiles, and one of his hands moves to hold your cheek.] I just love that look on your face… You really are beautiful. Truly. [Hearing you say it, too, not just seeing that look of want… He leans in close, though not quite close enough quite yet.] Whatever you want, Keir. [It’s a whisper. Just barely loud enough to be heard.]
[He closes the gap, barely giving you time to prepare before his tongue works its way through your lips and into your mouth. He can really barely hold himself back. Both of his hands trail down your front, and you can feel his claws through your shirt. Luckily, it doesn’t rip. He eventually gets to the skin of your stomach, and then he starts working his way under your shirt again.]
(They can feel their face burning. He's obviously not on fire, but he's almost too warm. It's not from you. Your warmth is comforting. They're just overheating.)
(He almost says something before he's cut off by you kissing him. Oh. Oh, that's your tongue. He didn't realize that was a thing you could do. Ever. Oh, but that is nice. They could probably die here. They'd die happy.)
(They barely realize that they're whining into your mouth as their arms wrap further around you. One hand lands on the back of your head, the other essentially trapping you against his chest. They don't even realize that your hands are under their shirt. Or that you could've ripped it. That doesn't matter right now.)
[His claws start to dig into your stomach. He doesn’t know if he accidentally made you bleed or not, but he doesn’t think so. But he would love to feel your blood underneath his hands…]
[It’s hard to make this any deeper than it is, but he tries. He ends up pushing you to the ground in the process, accompanied by a sort of possessive growl that you can feel in your chest with how close you are to him. And he cant get enough of the little sounds you make, either. He wants more of those, so he only kisses you harder. His claws dig deeper into your skin, scratching at it. Right now, to him, the only thing that matters in the world is you.]
(He almost wants your claws in their stomach, but that...Does he have potions on him? If they do then you could- They can't remember, though. And you kissing them is making it harder to think back on what they have.)
(When his back hits the ground, he grunts but quickly adjusts. He's holding you so gently, but also so securely. They don't want to let you go. They don't want you to move back. Eventually they'll have to but...that...isn't important right now.)
(They groan around your tongue as your claws continue to dig into their skin. They want you to leave deeper scratches. He wants it to scar. He already has your bite marks on his skin, what would a couple scratches be compared to that?)
[You’re the one thats in control of him, right now. But with you under him like this, it’s hard to remind himself of that fact. It’s so easy to get lost in things like this, especially now. He cant help but wonder— Is this what you’ll use him for during the time you have him? He wouldn’t mind, not at all. It feels too good for him to mind.]
[He continues to scratch at your skin, but it never goes all that deep. He doesn’t know if he’s even allowed to hurt you right now, but stars, does he want to. Hurting things is his specialty, it’s what he was made to do. Its only right that he shares that with you, isn’t it? But he doesn’t, not yet, not until you tell him to.]
(They don't realize why you haven't done anything for a moment longer than they would've liked. Reluctantly, he pulls his head back. Just enough to break the kiss so they can talk. And breath. That's something they forgot to do. His chest is rising and falling fast, but not to the point of hyperventilating.)
"Ribbon- Ribbon. Please. I want..."
(How do they phrase this without seeming too odd.)
"I want you to scar me."
(Hm. That works. If you think they're weird, they'll...figure that out...Hm. They want to go back to kissing you now, but they want to hear your response.)
[As soon as you pull away, you realise he’s just… Not breathing, not whatsoever. But he doesn’t seem concerned, or even affected.] Scar you, hm..? [It takes him a second to get off the high that is all of this… This. And actually process your words. When he does, he smirks.] I could… But what will you give me in return? [Really, he has no right to be saying that. But he cant help himself.] Awfully big favor you’re asking of me there, you know. You’ll have to repay it somehow.
[If you ask again, he’ll do it without hesitation. But still. He can still want things as of now, and that is certainly something he wants from you. Anything, really, just for you to do something to him.]
(You're making them think? That- They whine. They can't think. Not when you stare at them like that.)
"I-"
(He cuts himself off with another whine. They hadn't processed the fact you weren't breathing before, but that- You- How can you be this unaffected?)
"Ribbon, please. Anything. I- I'll do anything. Just- Just please."
(Oh, that's...more than they meant to say. Hm. Oh well. Not important. Really, it isn't.)
[…This is fun.] Not very specific, are you? Fine, fine, I’ll let you have creative freedom when it comes to paying me back. The sooner the better!
[Finally, his claws break skin, digging into your abdomen. He can feel the blood, and his smile grows. Slowly, he starts dragging his claws downwards. He doesn’t go back in for another kiss, instead, just watching you. Watching for your reactions.]
(Their face scrunches up from the pain, but there's also a clear joy on their face. They're smiling, oh so happily.)
"Tha- Thank you, Ribbon- So good. You're so good for me. Could stay like this forever. Jus'- Jus' yours. Let you do whatever."
(He's rambling. He absolutely is. You've barely done anything and they're already a mess. It's probably the alcohol's fault, but you'd probably be able to get them like this without it, as well. His breath hitches every so often and whines interrupt their speech, but they push through it.)
[He wants to feel your organs against his claws again. He lets out a shaky breath— Just one, and then he goes quiet again. His claws continue to drag down your skin, creating deep gashes, very purposeful gashes. The blood stains your shirt, just a bit.]
[And— Stars, he cant help it when his blush intensifies at your words. He whines, and he wants more of that. His entire purpose is to be good for you, it’s what he was made for. He loves the sound of those words in your voice. He wants to pry them out of you.]
(They pull you down into another kiss. It's short, but it's sweet. He pulls away from you, but he just moves his face to your shoulder, burying his face into your neck.)
"So good. You'd-" (He muffles a whine by pressing his face further into your neck.) "You'd do anything I asked, wouldn't you? I could tell you to never stop. 'm not gunna, but I could."
(They don't care about their shirt. They can replace it. Or wash it. They wonder if you're aware they're still scared from when you bit them. He's certainly not going to point it out. That'd be embarrassing. He could've easily healed the marks with a potion...Dunno why he didn't.)
"So, so good for me."
[He whines again. Your words are getting to his head. His claws stop for a second, only to go back to the top of the gashes and go over them again.] Of course… Anything, I’d do anything you want me to… [This feeling really does just make him feel drunk off of it. Off of what, exactly, he’s not sure. But as long as you have his cuff, he can’t help but be addicted.] Wanna be good for you…
‘N then you can do whatever you want with me. I could be your toy, and you—[Stars, he wants that. He takes a breath.]—and you could do anything to me. Please, hurt me, you do it so well, I jus’—[Another breath, his claws keep gouging lines into your abdomen.]—just please, stars, let me be your plaything… Won’t you? I’ll do anything you ask….
(The pain of having your claws in their abdomen is catching up to them, stealing the breath that they would've used to speak. They muffle a groan of pain by biting your neck. He doesn't let go for a while, and when he does let go he just bites a new spot. Their teeth aren't sharp enough to do any real damage, but they bite nonetheless.)
(Their arms have ended up loosely wrapped around your torso by this point. They'd squeeze you to their chest again if they weren't so out of it.)
[He closes his eyes, whining at the feeling of you biting him. It’s been so long since he’s been bitten by anyone— He forgot how good it feels. And there isn’t even any instinct to push you away now that his cuff isn’t there.] More, please— Please, jus’— Just a bit more… [Its still not enough for him.]
[He can feel bits of your flesh gather under his claws. He cant wait to lick his fingers of your blood.]
(He wants to leave his bite marks in your skin like you did to him. That- Huh. That's an interesting thought. They'll...think about that later. For now, they pull back to look at your face.)
"More what?"
(They're teasing. He really shouldn't be, given that you could easily dig your claws into somewhere new to scar them, but he can't help it! You're just- You get so cute when he teases you.)
[He’s a little disappointed when you pull away, and then you say that. And then he looks at you like you’ve personally offended him, momentarily snapped out of the swirl of nothing that you were quickly turning his mind into. He flushes harder all the while.] You— Don’t make me ask for it, thats just mean! I don’t even know in the first place… [He surrenders slightly more back into the fog covering his mind, and you can see it on his face, too. The way his pupils dilate just a bit.] But… Anything?
[He just wants you right now.]
Please, just do anything to me, I don’t care! Whatever you come up with I’ll do, just as long as its you… Please…
(He nearly laughs, but instead they find themself rendered silent at your expression. They can't help but stare again. Hm. You really are pretty. He could probably find a pictobox somewhere...You'd make a lovely subject.)
"...M'kay."
(They aren't sure what to do, but a glance around the area surrounding them gives them an idea. Their eyes land upon a rock...This idea isn't sanitary in the slightest but...)
(Reaching out, they grab the rock. There's a moment of hesitance before he's holding it up to your face.)
"Do you think you could keep this in your throat?"
Whuh? [Well that was… Okay, he’s still trying to process what you just asked him to do. He stares at you confusedly for a while, glancing at the rock a few times and then back at you.] I’m not a storage system… But I can try?
[You want him to. Thats a good enough reason, he thinks. Still, he can’t help but be a bit nervous.] I’m not that big either…
"It's okay. I can help."
(He smiles, blinking at you.)
"I'd also like you to try and talk around it, once it's in place."
(They have no idea what they're doing but they're sure it'll end...well...Honestly they just want to hear your voice get more and more strained.)
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(He had been walking around aimlessly when he heard...talking. He could only hear one voice, but it sounded like you. He had started towards you, but the talking...stopped.)
(...)
(They were practically running now. There's a moment where they think they might've just imagined your voice, but...That doesn't stop him from running. There's a moment of silence from them when they stumble upon you. Then they panic.)
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[He's laying on his side in the grass, somewhat curled up. His eyes are open, but… He doesn’t look there. Like he’s completely dazed. He’s not breathing, not moving at all. Really, he does look dead.]
[Theres a single empty bottle of alcohol off to the side, and his face and ear tips look suspiciously flushed.]
“Ribbon- Ribbon. Hey- Look at me-”
(They rush over to you, kneeling at your side. He cradles your face between his hands, staring at you with so, so much worry.)
[His eyes refocus, though only barely. He leans into your touch, but still… It doesn’t seem like he’s all that present yet.]
“Shit, Ribbon- What happened?-”
(They start to check you for injuries. There- There has to be something they can fix.)
[Theres nothing you can directly see. And… Holy shit you’re actually really pretty. That realisation comes with a blink and a bit of light returning to his eyes. Though he does start crawling on top of you, which just hurts. He whines.] Feelss good…. You.. Mmm, Keir… [He missed having someone like this. He’s in your lap now, his chest pressed against yours, and his arms wrapped around you in some lazy semblance of a hug.]
(Their shoulders relax ever so slightly as you talk, but they’re still tense. Why are you so out of it- He certain alcohol doesn’t make someone act- Act like this!)
“What- What feels good, Ribbon?”
(They’re still searching for injuries. Any sign of one. Anything that would tell them why you’re like this. They also need you to keep talking to them. If- If you’re talking then you’re alive.)
E-Ehv’rythin’.. ‘S hurts… Hehe, mmm… You’re real pretty… [His hands start working their way under the rim of your shirt, and he presses himself closer to you. It sort of forces you backwards a bit.]
[…He wants another drink. One of his hands is taken off from you to summon a new bottle.]
(With one hand, they grab the wrist of the hand that summons a new bottle. Their other wraps itself around your waist.)
“Ribbon, before you take another drink, what do you mean everything hurts?”
(His face had gone pink when you called him pretty. There are…more important things to worry about currently, though.)
’S jus’ th’normal stuhff… [But it’s worse.] Feels… Good…. [His other hand, the one not holding the freaky alcohol, starts trailing up your back from under your shirt. His claws sometimes scratch at your skin.]
[His eyes latch onto your neck. He leans forwards a bit to give your throat a lick, then his eyes go up to meet yours again.] Gunna make me better…?
“…Right. Ribbon, I need you to listen for a moment.”
(They can feel their face getting warmer every time your claws scratch at their back. He needs to focus, though. You’re drunk.)
“I don’t want to do anything to you while you’re drunk. I need you to be of…sound mind before I do anything. As much as I would love to make you feel better, I don’t think that is a good idea.”
(You licking their neck brings memories to the surface. Things that they need to shove down before they’re properly tempted to make you feel better.)
[…He doesn’t look like he processed a word you just said. Instead, he just smiles at you, all teeth. And then he wrenches his wrist from you, uncorks the bottle with his teeth, and takes a large drink of it, swallowing once while there’s still clearly some still in his mouth. And then—]
[And then his lips are suddenly on yours. His hand on your back moves quickly up to the back of your neck, wrapping his claws around it almost. All you can taste from him is alcohol.]
(He had been about to say something. To repeat what he had said, or tell you off for drinking more. But then your lips are on theirs and they can’t seem to think straight.)
(The taste of alcohol is overwhelming. Was there still some in your mouth? He can’t linger on that thought for long. He can’t truly savor the moment because you’re drunk.)
(They move to pull back from you, to break off the kiss. They don’t particularly want to but they’re still feeling rational right now.)
[As soon as you try and pull back, he just brings you into a deeper kiss. A bit of alcohol drips from the corner of his mouth. And then his tongue is forcing its way past your lips, along with a bit of alcohol.]
[His hand drifts from your neck to the back of your head, and half of your shirt has been dragged upwards as he’s moved his arm, exposing a good amount of your skin. He grabs a handful of your hair, not really letting you pull back anymore.]
(There’s a moment where they freeze. They clearly hadn’t expected…well, any of this. He whines into your mouth as his lips part for your tongue. This- This is wrong. You’re drunk.)
(Their hand that had previously held your wrist goes to try and push at your shoulder. To try and get you to back off. He can’t move back, so he needs you to move instead.)
(They don’t pay attention to the fact their shirt has moved. It’s not important right now.)
[It’s only when he’s pushed the rest of the alcohol into your mouth from his does he stop. Slowly, he pulls back, and looks at you with half-lidded eyes. He licks his lips, humming.] Tastes good… Get drunk with me, llove.. Won’t’cha? Plen’y for both’a uss… C’mon, le’s have a bit’a fun! Pleeease…? Wanna forget.. ‘Bout ev’rythin’ I’m… I can do…
[He goes down to start kissing at your neck instead.]
(He swallows the alcohol that had been pushed into his mouth. He stares at you with wide eyes and an extremely flushed face. There’s no way this is actually happening. This has to be a dream…It’s a very realistic one if it is.)
“Ribbon, that- That’s not a good idea.”
(The rational part of their brain is working overdrive, it seems. The kisses you press to their neck make it hard to think, but he can’t be terribly distracted. He needs to find a way to get you…not drunk.)
Mmm… Why’s that..? [His tone just seems…. Sad. But you can tell from the look in his eyes that he’s anything but.] Don’ ya wanna make me happy..? Youu make me sooo happy, you’re sso… Tasty! Could jus’ eat you whole… ‘N you’re so pretty, pin ya up somewhere so I can jus’ look at’cha all th’time… [He wraps the arm that currently holds the alcohol bottle around you in such a way that he can drape the bottle over your shoulder, right next to your face.]
C’monnn! Get drunk wit’ meee! It can be cel’bration for… Not ssuisi- Suicidin’ myself… [Thinking about that, how is he still alive again? Didn’t he slice his cuff? Huh. Maybe this is the afterlife. But he’s not allowed there, so maybe he’s just so stupid he can’t even kill himself right. Wasn’t there a reason he wasn’t supposed to do that? He can’t remember anything! Wow!]
Keirr… Pleasee..? Please won’t ya jus’… ‘ave a bit’a fun..?
(He remains staring at you. That...was a lot to process.)
"Fun? Ribbon, there are other ways to- Wait. Ribbon what do you mean you didn't 'suicide yourself?'"
(His arm that had wrapped around your waist tightens around you. The hand on your shoulder squeezes. He's searching your face for...something. They have a pretty good idea as to what you meant but that- They don't want to think about that. But they need to know.)
Nuh-uh… Nnot anymore… But tha’s ’kay, ‘cause you’re here! You… You’re fun! You’re ffun… ‘N tasty….
[He completely disregards your other question, though his face doesn’t fall. He just looks happy. Maybe a bit manic, actually.]
Won’t’cha kiss me..? Feels good when ya do… [He unwraps his arm from you, leaning back to take a drink from the bottle he has. It burns like hell as it goes down.]
(There's...not much visible on their face other than pure concern.)
"Ribbon that-..."
(He cuts himself off. That's...That's a conversation he needs to have with you when you're sober. You're clearly not going to answer any questions about it right now.)
"...I'm not going to kiss you Ribbon. I don't- I don't know how many times I have to say this, but you're drunk. I don't....want to do something to you that I'm not certain you're fine with."
[His face falls slightly, but it’s quickly brought up again. He pulls back from you, pushing himself off of you in the process. He brings the bottle back up to his mouth and just… Chugs the rest. And he throws it off to the side with an easy smile.] ‘Kay then… See ya.
[He falls to his back, then rolls onto his stomach. A small flash of light, and he has a choker necklace in his hands, the one around his neck clearly not there. He hums a tune as he stares at the thing, kicking his feet a bit. He slowly runs his claws across the surface.]
(They watch as you move away, a brow raised.)
"...Ribbon, I'm not leaving."
(He's not going to just leave you here. Just because you're...weirdly powerful, doesn't mean you're not vulnerable when drunk. They adjust to be sitting cross legged, but other than that they just...sort of watch you.)
Mm, ‘kay. Gunna watch me die then? [He looks back at you, absolutely nothing negative in his eyes. Just a faint glint of hope and excitement. He holds the cuff above his head to wave at you before bringing it back down to continue to mess with it.]
[…He told you about this once, he thinks. What this does, what this is to him.]
‘M gunna go see Bee… Hehe..! [First he just has to work up the courage to.]
(There's a moment where he just stares at you as his brain processes your words. And then he's lunging to grab the cuff from you.)
"That- No! Ribbon, I'm not going to just watch you die!"
[He doesn’t have time to process or react to you lunging for him. He whines when you take it from him, arms falling forward. But he just… Can’t make himself get angry at you. At all. He’s… Missing something.]
[It’s simpler this way, though, isn’t it?]
…What’re ya gunna do wit’that..?
"I- I don't know!"
(They really don't. They just...acted. There wasn't much thought behind what they did.)
"What I do know, is that I'm not just going to watch you kill yourself. That-"
(He's looking at you with...concern? Horror? Some combination of the two? They hold the cuff away from you with one hand, while the other hesitantly reaches for one of your hands.)
"Ribbon, I care too much about you to just watch that happen."
[He thinks…. He might be supposed to be feeling sad right now? Instead, there’s nothing. Huh. That’s not even the alcohol doing that. Well, whatever! He gives you a smile, and lays his head on the grass, looking up at you. He… Misses Bee. At least he still has that. He can’t wait to see it again, one day.]
[He hums, still just gazing up at you.] ‘M not’a good person, love… ‘Ss nice that’ya think you care ffor me though. [He wonders if his death would be pretty. An unfitting end for him, he thinks.]
But… Gotta make a— A choice now, don’t’cha? Puttit on, orrr give it back! But I could jus’ steal it from you again… [Thats a lie. He couldn’t do that even if he had the capacity to want to.]
"Just- Just because you aren't a good person doesn't mean I can't care!"
(Their expression has shifted to...hurt. They're still concerned, obviously so, but...they're hurt. Did you think he didn't care about you? That- Why would he not care? You've been nothing but sweet to him.)
"...Ribbon, I can't- I can't trust you with this," (He shakes the cuff) "Right now. I- I can't risk what will happen if I give it back."
(He doesn't...know how to put it on. If he did, it would've probably already have been on. They can't- They really can't risk losing you. Not like this, at least.)
[He sighs, the rolls over on his back so he can cross his arms at you.] Thenn what’cha gunna do with it, huh? Won’ give it back, won’ puttit on— You gunna fuckin’… Eat it? Or somethin’? Make a choice! Tha’s lit— leh— uh… That’s me you’re holdin’…!
[Still, he sounds more playful than anything.]
(They pause, narrowing their eyes at you. There's a moment of silence before a neutral expression appears on their face. They've let go of your hand and are now holding the cuff with both hands.)
"It's edible?"
Whuh? [He seems confused, but as soon as you say that, the cuff shifts and suddenly, it’s a small, easy to swallow pill. Well. He certainly wasn’t expecting that! He stares completely uncomprehendingly at you, and it doesn’t really help that he’s upside down right now.]
(They look between you and the now pill-like cuff they hold for a moment. And then they put it in their mouth and swallow.)
(It's a weird feeling, it is. Swallowing something akin to a pill without any form of liquid to help it go down. It doesn't help that there's...a shift in something. They can't...figure out what the shift is, but they're aware of it.)
K-Keir?? [Okay he wasn’t being serious. When he said that. A very intense blush works its way up his face. Well! He’s too drunk for this!] You— Stars, you don’ even know what you’re doing!
[Shit fuck shit fuck okay! Great. Looks like he has a new holder. Now he just has to shove down the feelings that comes along with that— Fuck this. He curls into a ball and tries to forget you exist.]
(He shudders once he's completely swallowed the cuff. That...They need a reminder to never do something like that again. Swallowing a pill without water, that is. They stare at you as their shoulders slump. Be it from relief or...some other emotion, not even they know.)
"...Ribbon, I would rather get myself into something that I don't understand than watch you die. You-"
(He cuts himself off, exhaling what would've been words in a shaky breath. They end up sitting down with their knees pulled to their chest. There's...so much they could say here. So much that they want to say. And yet none of the words will flow.)
[He buries his face in his claws and screams. When he’s done with that, he pushes himself upwards. He has to get— Less drunk. Because he has to be effective and efficient. Because that’s what he’s for. Stars— He doesn’t miss this mindset. It doesn’t help that it was so sudden! Whatever.]
[He sits on his knees and looks to you with a smile. If he could be angry right now, there would be much more bite to his tone.] Con-fuckin’-grasluations—[Fuck he’s so good at talking]—youu have complete control over me. Yay for you! High teir summon jus’ for you! I’m allll yours!
Can I— Jus’ go get. Not drunk. Real quick?
(They blink at you several times before their brain catches up to them. Oh. Oh. That was stupid of them to do, wasn't it? You- You had breifly told them about how the cuff worked. About how whoever had it- Oh Goddesses, he just ate the damned thing-)
"Yup! Yeah, that- You go do that."
(He's started to hit his head on his knees. Stupid- Irrational- Idiot.)
Grreat! [He can’t go very far from you but— He disappears in a flash of light. You wait a few seconds, and then he’s back.]
[…Face first on the grass. He groans.] Fuck forgot about hangover— Uhhh, what the fuck is goin’ on? Did you do something…? I… Really wanna do things for you right now…
(They've stopped hitting their head, but it does remain resting on their knees. His face is...essentially hidden by his hair, but their ears are a bright red. Well. No need to hide what they did.)
"...I ate your cuff."
Oh. [That did happen, yes.] Well good job? I’m… Yours now… Uh…
Whyy would you— Do that? Eh, whatever, jus’… Make good use of me…
(...Do you not...remember what happened? Ah. Yes. That is a side effect of being drunk.)
"...Ribbon you tried to kill yourself. And-"
(...)
"...You also kissed me. And when I had told you that I wouldn't- I wasn't going to kiss you. Not like that. When- When I told you that, you asked if I was going to watch you die."
(They're staring at you with this look of horror. Also an embarrassed one, but mostly a look of horror.)
"I wasn't going to just watch- I couldn't just- I didn't- Ribbon that was the most stressed I have been in years. I don't-...I don't know what I would've done if you were actually dead."
[He stares at you, trying to process everything just what you said.] Tried to kill myself… Uh, yeah, wouldn’t be the first time. Don’t really have much to live for anyway now that.. Bees dead. So. I can see that happening…
I can also really see me kissing you. You are really fucking pretty. ‘N you’re tasty too. Fuck being drunk for like a week straight is a bad idea— Feel like shit…
[The idea that someone actually cares enough to prevent his death—albeit in a questionable way—is… foreign. He tries not to think about it much which is easier than it should be, probably.]
"Wouldn't have been the- Ribbon, what the fuck?"
(You calling them pretty again is. It's not helping them think right, that's for certain. That- He can have a mental breakdown about that later. You've tried to do this before?)
(...Also who is Bee?)
Do I look mentally stable to you? ‘Course I’ve tried to fuckin’ kill myself before…. Jus’ wish I actually went through with it… [Then none of this would have happened. Bee would probably still be alive too. He sighs. He’s… Weirdly enough, completely empty. There’s just nothing. Weird.] Aaanyway, seriously, what are you gunna do with me? I can be whatever you want. Jus’ tell me already, won’t you..?
"...I don't want you to be what I want you to be. Why would I want that? That- That's so stupid- Goddesses sake, I'm stupid! You told me what your cuff did--granted not in detail--and I still ate it! Why did I eat it? I could've just- I could've just held onto it! It wouldn't have been that difficult-"
(They groan, their head falling forward to hit their knees again. There's no sound from them aside from their breathing for a moment. Then they're looking up at you again.)
"If you get your cuff back would you- You wouldn't have to listen to me, would you?"
[He listens to your self-deprecating spiel, finding no reason to interrupt. What you’re saying isn’t entirely untrue anyway. There are plenty of other ways you could’ve dealt with the situation. Anyway—]
I don’t really have to listen to you anyway, not after what Shadow did, but I’d just… Really like to? It… Feels nice when I do things right for someone… [Sure, the mindset he’s forced into is a bit tiring, but still. It’s true that feeling accomplished is really nice.]
(Their expression morphs into shock for a second before turning into confusion. That...Huh. He can- He can understand that. Though it's not... It's not the same, obviously not. It's still confusing, though.)
"...You want to. Just- Just because it feels nice?"
’S how I was designed, I can’t change it! Easier to control something when they feel good doing it, no? It’s like a failsafe or something.
[He looks at you, and…. He really wants something from you. Just for you to… Do something to him. Stars, it’s like a need. Maybe if he does something for you you’ll kiss him…]
"...Ribbon. I mean this kindly, but once again. What the fuck."
(Hm. That's...Interesting? It- It's unusual. They shuffle in place for a moment before they just...fall backwards? He ends up lying on his back with his hands covering his face.)
Love it when you’re kind to me… [He huffs, and tries to move over to you because it only feels natural, but— He moves the wrong way and a spike of pain settles throughout his body. He falls back to the ground with a mix of a groan and a whine.] S-Stars— Why does that… Feel good….
(They had planned to just lie there and think, but…Damn you Goddesses for making Ribbon someone he cares about. They uncover their face, to pick their head up and look at you.)
“…Everything…Alright?..”
Yeah… Jus’… Everything feels weird… ‘S all just… Good? I don’t know! It’s all weird! And too much… I don’t wanna deal with this shit right now… [He decides to continue to lay where he is, though he does give you a very sad, pathetic, pleading look for you to do something. He doesn’t exactly care what at this point.]
(They stare at you with a blank face before groaning and letting their head fall back again. Damn you and your...frankly adorable expressions.)
"I'm too sober for this."
(He gets why you got drunk to deal with emotions now...Kinda. Not really. More than he had at least.)
[He huffs, dropping the expression when you look away from him.]
I still have a… Lot of illegally acquired alcohol? If you want some? [To prove his point, he summons another full, unopened bottle and shakes it.]
(Their head is lifted again, though this time they've...somewhat pushed themself up. He gives you a considering look before shrugging.)
"Y'know what? Sure. That- That sounds great. Can't fuck this up any more, can I?"
(He stares for a moment before pushing himself up the rest of the way, moving to be closer to you.)
[He holds the bottle out to you, but doesn’t move from his position. He doesn’t need to feel anything more than what he is now, and moving just makes everything worse. He wonders if you’ll be cute when you’re drunk…]
You probably could. Careful, it’s pretty strong.
[Really, he wouldn’t be surprised if just one of these is more than you can handle.]
(He laughs as he takes the bottle from you. It's...slightly hysterical but that's- That's fine. They're fine.)
"Strong is what I need right now."
(With some struggle, they open the bottle and take a drink. They shudder slightly at the taste. That is- That is terrible. How did you manage to drink this? He grumbles something about teaching you what good alcohol tastes like before taking another drink.)
[He continues to just stare at you with a soft smile. He would have a drink, but… He needs to be at his best for you. So he won’t. But he’ll indulge you as much as you want him to!]
Hehe, yeah, ‘s pretty bad.
(They glare at you, though it seems playful.)
"Why do you drink this? It's so bad."
(Despite this they take another drink. He can ignore the taste. Honestly, the more he drinks it the easier that gets. Which...makes sense. Also the more they drink, the more they realize how cute you are. He could probably carry you easily...Well, not right now, they'd probably drop you. But later...Later they may have to test that.)
Because it’s the strongest stuff I’ve found. [He leans his head on one of his hands. Still, he can’t look away. He wishes you would just run your hands through his hair. Maybe he could teach you how to braid it, if you don’t know already.] It’s easy to get completely wasted on.
"Hm. Fair 'nough."
(He blinks at you slowly, almost like a cat. Huh. They thought you were the cat. Whatever. They hesitate for a moment before they sort of just...collapse into your side.)
"Did you know that you make me feel insane? 'Cause- 'Cause you do."
[As soon as you lean into him, it’s almost like he’s the drunk one. Your touch is like a drug, maybe a reward. What is he even being rewarded for? Whatever, he just knows he likes it. Suddenly, he’s purring uncontrollably, and leaning into you as much as he can.]
Mmm… Why?
"I dunno! You're just-"
(There's a groan as they take another drink. Wow, you were right. This is strong.)
"You're too cute. I wanna just keep you forever. I'm not gunna cuz you're- You don't deserve to be stuck with me. Unless you'd want that. Then you do deserve it."
[He tries to nuzzle in closer to you, nearly wrapping himself completely around you. Still, his purrs only get louder. He looks up to you, and what you can see could only be described as lovesick.] I’d love to be stuck with you… Forever and ever and ever… ‘N you could do whatever you want with me. [Theres a certain lilt to his voice you’ve never really heard from him.] I’m yours, Keir.
[Even this is a bit uncharacteristic of him.]
(Huh. That's...This is probably something that the two of you need to have a conversation about but he's...Hm. He wouldn't be able to phrase anything right, and he's...probably going to forget this happened. Being drunk is weird. Helpful, though. Sometimes. Not really.)
"...Mine?"
(Oh, that...that is a thought. If you were theirs, they could do so much to you. So many things. You could do so much to them. Could they be yours as much as you are theirs?)
(They go to take another drink from the bottle only to find that they've emptied it. There's a suprised blink before he shrugs and places it to the side. Whatever. He has...other things to focus on. Like you! Oh look at you...They could just stay at your side forever. You're so warm...the warmest. There's a giddy smile on their face as they wrap their arms around you.)
[He situates himself so that he’s once again in your lap, though he doesn’t try anything. He’s kind of just goes limp in your arms, continuing to look up at you like you hung the moon.]
Yours.. All yours.
[This is a strange feeling. It’s too… It’s too intense. But he can’t find it in himself to care. He is yours after all, you made him yours. He can’t argue with that fact. It’s actually impossible for him to.]
(He hums in acknowledgment, staring at you with plain adoration clear on his face. One of their hands comes up to cup your face. You truly are adorable. He can think that so many times and it won't get old. Well not to his drunken brain at least. It might get repetitive if they were sober.)
(They're somewhat tempted to see if they could play their harp like this...with you in their lap and with their muddled thoughts. It'd probably be shit, but...It's a tempting thought.)
"I told you that you were the cutest ever, right? That- If I haven't I should've. 'Cause you are. You're the cutest ever. The most cute. Cuter than...Cuter than an otter. And those fuzzy things are cute! But you're cuter."
Hehe… [He sort of looks off to the side, clearly flustered. He leans further into your hand, and his neck is a bit more visible right now, especially without the cuff around it.] You’re really drunk, aren’t you?
[He still doesn’t know how to take a compliment. You can tell from how embarrassed he looks.]
"...'s like you said, that was...strong alcohol."
(They run their thumb over your cheek, watching your face. Hm. They could probably kiss you right now, couldn't they? You...You weren't drunk anymore and you had said that you could see yourself kissing him. Right? That- That would mean you want to kiss them.)
(...)
(The Goddesses are probably laughing at him right now, aren't they?)
(Shaking that thought out of their brain, their eyes dart to your neck. Oh. Your skin is pretty. Well, all of you is. He finds himself leaning down to press a kiss to the side of your neck.)
[As soon as your lips meet his skin, it sends a shiver down his non-existent spine. One of his hands drifts to the back of your head, and his claws dig into your scalp just slight enough for you to really feel it. He whines quietly, and closes his eyes just to make sure he takes in the feeling completely.]
[He leans his head a bit on your shoulder. He saw that look in your eyes, and he wishes you acted on that. Really, he almost did, but he can’t. Not without permission. He pulls you a bit closer to him.]
(You can feel their smile on as they continue to press kisses to your skin. When you grab his hair, he groans. They pull back from your neck, just enough to look at you.)
“…Ribbon, can you look at me?”
..Hm?
[He tries, and ends up making shaky eye contact with you along with a nervous smile. He’s breathing just a bit heavier than usual.]
Y-Yeah?
“Nothin’. J’st wanted t’ see your face.”
(They smile wider.)
“You think you could loosen your grip on my hair?”
(You look even cuter when you’re nervous. He could stare at your eyes forever. And your smile…Really just you.)
[He whines more, but his grip does loosen. Not to mention him being completely flustered and covered in a light blush.]
You— You… [Yeah, it’s hard to talk right now. He still wishes you would just kiss him.]
“Me?”
(They’re teasing now. They’re absolutely teasing you. He’s got a…smug grin on his face and his eyes are shining with entertainment.)
(One of his hands is resting upon the small of your back. The other has moved to the side of your neck. Oh. Was their face always that close to yours? They don’t remember moving.)
[He frowns slightly, though the smile never quite leaves his face.] Youuu… Are a fuckin’ trouble maker… [Immediately, he buries his head under your chin to at least hide a little bit. His hand does go up to meet yours, however, and hold it. He runs his thumb over your fingers gently.]
“Don’ hide… I wanna see your eeyes..”
(They do. They’re truly do want to keep seeing your eyes.)
“Also ‘m the trouble maker?”
(His hand on your back moves to wrap around your waist, almost hugging you to his chest. You’re really warm. It’s like sitting next to a fire.)
[He grumbles, and only huddles closer to you. He doesn’t bother dignifying that. Like this, you can see most of the ground behind him.] You are… Trying to embarrass me… [But he’s not complaining. Anything you do is a gift to him. He would love to be flustered to death by you.]
“Nuh uh…’m just…I dunno…”
(They don’t want to see the ground. That isn’t you. He’s grab your chin, pulling you to look at him again.)
“Jus’…Jus’ wanna…look at you.”
(He wants to kiss you. Hm. That thought is back. They probably could…Hmm. Should they is the question…You’d probably be okay with it…)
(Making their mind up, he presses a kiss to your lips. It’s quick and more of a peck, but it happens.)
Mm… [Its still hard to look at you. You’re just so… He whines. But he tries to work up the confidence to actually say something.] Put me on display, then. Pin me up somewhere so you can look at me all day.
I wouldn’t mind.
[He can sort of sense it when you decide to go in, but he isn’t really ready for the feeling he gets when you actually do it. Immediately he melts into you, and his eyes gain a sort of dazed quality to them. It wasn’t even that much, but he wants more. He's a greedy little thing.]
…You can do better than that, love…
(They had a flush to their face. Be it from your words or the alcohol, it's hard to tell...Probably a mix of the two, honestly. He hums, almost uncertain.)
"I dunno, Ribbon. I might mess something up." (They pause before muttering under their breath.) "Hard enough to kiss when 'm sober."
(Pin you up...Hm. Maybe not. He likes being close to you as well. Likes touching you. That'd be hard to do if you were pinned up somewhere.)
[He hums as well, almost mimicking you really.] You could always let me take the lead. You’re hardly the first person I’ve kissed, you know. Hehe, I’ve even kissed Zomi before you! [Well, more like it kissed him, but he’s not about to go thinking about that too hard. It’s embarrassing. He huffs slightly.]
Though that’s not a bad thing for you, of course, it just means I’ve had practice. Better for you even. [He tilts his head, and then he moves his hands to the back of your neck.] I’ve kissed you once before, haven’t I? Don’t you want more of that? Because all you have to do is give me the go-ahead. I’ll be glad to deliver. Whatever you want from me, Keir. Anything at all.
[He tries to keep himself talking just a bit longer than he would have. He has a strong feeling you like hearing him talk, after all. Suddenly, it’s like his world revolves around you, and solely you. It’s strange, almost, but… He thinks he could get used to it.]
(Their eyes grow hazy the more you talk, but they still stare at you. He's silent as he processes your words. Oh. Oh, but he does want more of that. They want you to kiss them. How do they say that though?)
(He whines. He wants to bury his face in the side of your neck while he tries to figure out how to word things, but he wants to keep staring. You're too pretty to be real. They can touch you, though, which means that you are real. They're silent for a minute longer, and when they do speak, their voice is quiet.)
"...Please. Ribbon, I want that."
[He smiles, and one of his hands moves to hold your cheek.] I just love that look on your face… You really are beautiful. Truly. [Hearing you say it, too, not just seeing that look of want… He leans in close, though not quite close enough quite yet.] Whatever you want, Keir. [It’s a whisper. Just barely loud enough to be heard.]
[He closes the gap, barely giving you time to prepare before his tongue works its way through your lips and into your mouth. He can really barely hold himself back. Both of his hands trail down your front, and you can feel his claws through your shirt. Luckily, it doesn’t rip. He eventually gets to the skin of your stomach, and then he starts working his way under your shirt again.]
(They can feel their face burning. He's obviously not on fire, but he's almost too warm. It's not from you. Your warmth is comforting. They're just overheating.)
(He almost says something before he's cut off by you kissing him. Oh. Oh, that's your tongue. He didn't realize that was a thing you could do. Ever. Oh, but that is nice. They could probably die here. They'd die happy.)
(They barely realize that they're whining into your mouth as their arms wrap further around you. One hand lands on the back of your head, the other essentially trapping you against his chest. They don't even realize that your hands are under their shirt. Or that you could've ripped it. That doesn't matter right now.)
[His claws start to dig into your stomach. He doesn’t know if he accidentally made you bleed or not, but he doesn’t think so. But he would love to feel your blood underneath his hands…]
[It’s hard to make this any deeper than it is, but he tries. He ends up pushing you to the ground in the process, accompanied by a sort of possessive growl that you can feel in your chest with how close you are to him. And he cant get enough of the little sounds you make, either. He wants more of those, so he only kisses you harder. His claws dig deeper into your skin, scratching at it. Right now, to him, the only thing that matters in the world is you.]
(He almost wants your claws in their stomach, but that...Does he have potions on him? If they do then you could- They can't remember, though. And you kissing them is making it harder to think back on what they have.)
(When his back hits the ground, he grunts but quickly adjusts. He's holding you so gently, but also so securely. They don't want to let you go. They don't want you to move back. Eventually they'll have to but...that...isn't important right now.)
(They groan around your tongue as your claws continue to dig into their skin. They want you to leave deeper scratches. He wants it to scar. He already has your bite marks on his skin, what would a couple scratches be compared to that?)
[You’re the one thats in control of him, right now. But with you under him like this, it’s hard to remind himself of that fact. It’s so easy to get lost in things like this, especially now. He cant help but wonder— Is this what you’ll use him for during the time you have him? He wouldn’t mind, not at all. It feels too good for him to mind.]
[He continues to scratch at your skin, but it never goes all that deep. He doesn’t know if he’s even allowed to hurt you right now, but stars, does he want to. Hurting things is his specialty, it’s what he was made to do. Its only right that he shares that with you, isn’t it? But he doesn’t, not yet, not until you tell him to.]
(They don't realize why you haven't done anything for a moment longer than they would've liked. Reluctantly, he pulls his head back. Just enough to break the kiss so they can talk. And breath. That's something they forgot to do. His chest is rising and falling fast, but not to the point of hyperventilating.)
"Ribbon- Ribbon. Please. I want..."
(How do they phrase this without seeming too odd.)
"I want you to scar me."
(Hm. That works. If you think they're weird, they'll...figure that out...Hm. They want to go back to kissing you now, but they want to hear your response.)
[As soon as you pull away, you realise he’s just… Not breathing, not whatsoever. But he doesn’t seem concerned, or even affected.] Scar you, hm..? [It takes him a second to get off the high that is all of this… This. And actually process your words. When he does, he smirks.] I could… But what will you give me in return? [Really, he has no right to be saying that. But he cant help himself.] Awfully big favor you’re asking of me there, you know. You’ll have to repay it somehow.
[If you ask again, he’ll do it without hesitation. But still. He can still want things as of now, and that is certainly something he wants from you. Anything, really, just for you to do something to him.]
(You're making them think? That- They whine. They can't think. Not when you stare at them like that.)
"I-"
(He cuts himself off with another whine. They hadn't processed the fact you weren't breathing before, but that- You- How can you be this unaffected?)
"Ribbon, please. Anything. I- I'll do anything. Just- Just please."
(Oh, that's...more than they meant to say. Hm. Oh well. Not important. Really, it isn't.)
[…This is fun.] Not very specific, are you? Fine, fine, I’ll let you have creative freedom when it comes to paying me back. The sooner the better!
[Finally, his claws break skin, digging into your abdomen. He can feel the blood, and his smile grows. Slowly, he starts dragging his claws downwards. He doesn’t go back in for another kiss, instead, just watching you. Watching for your reactions.]
(Their face scrunches up from the pain, but there's also a clear joy on their face. They're smiling, oh so happily.)
"Tha- Thank you, Ribbon- So good. You're so good for me. Could stay like this forever. Jus'- Jus' yours. Let you do whatever."
(He's rambling. He absolutely is. You've barely done anything and they're already a mess. It's probably the alcohol's fault, but you'd probably be able to get them like this without it, as well. His breath hitches every so often and whines interrupt their speech, but they push through it.)
[He wants to feel your organs against his claws again. He lets out a shaky breath— Just one, and then he goes quiet again. His claws continue to drag down your skin, creating deep gashes, very purposeful gashes. The blood stains your shirt, just a bit.]
[And— Stars, he cant help it when his blush intensifies at your words. He whines, and he wants more of that. His entire purpose is to be good for you, it’s what he was made for. He loves the sound of those words in your voice. He wants to pry them out of you.]
(They pull you down into another kiss. It's short, but it's sweet. He pulls away from you, but he just moves his face to your shoulder, burying his face into your neck.)
"So good. You'd-" (He muffles a whine by pressing his face further into your neck.) "You'd do anything I asked, wouldn't you? I could tell you to never stop. 'm not gunna, but I could."
(They don't care about their shirt. They can replace it. Or wash it. They wonder if you're aware they're still scared from when you bit them. He's certainly not going to point it out. That'd be embarrassing. He could've easily healed the marks with a potion...Dunno why he didn't.)
"So, so good for me."
[He whines again. Your words are getting to his head. His claws stop for a second, only to go back to the top of the gashes and go over them again.] Of course… Anything, I’d do anything you want me to… [This feeling really does just make him feel drunk off of it. Off of what, exactly, he’s not sure. But as long as you have his cuff, he can’t help but be addicted.] Wanna be good for you…
‘N then you can do whatever you want with me. I could be your toy, and you—[Stars, he wants that. He takes a breath.]—and you could do anything to me. Please, hurt me, you do it so well, I jus’—[Another breath, his claws keep gouging lines into your abdomen.]—just please, stars, let me be your plaything… Won’t you? I’ll do anything you ask….
(The pain of having your claws in their abdomen is catching up to them, stealing the breath that they would've used to speak. They muffle a groan of pain by biting your neck. He doesn't let go for a while, and when he does let go he just bites a new spot. Their teeth aren't sharp enough to do any real damage, but they bite nonetheless.)
(Their arms have ended up loosely wrapped around your torso by this point. They'd squeeze you to their chest again if they weren't so out of it.)
[He closes his eyes, whining at the feeling of you biting him. It’s been so long since he’s been bitten by anyone— He forgot how good it feels. And there isn’t even any instinct to push you away now that his cuff isn’t there.] More, please— Please, jus’— Just a bit more… [Its still not enough for him.]
[He can feel bits of your flesh gather under his claws. He cant wait to lick his fingers of your blood.]
(He wants to leave his bite marks in your skin like you did to him. That- Huh. That's an interesting thought. They'll...think about that later. For now, they pull back to look at your face.)
"More what?"
(They're teasing. He really shouldn't be, given that you could easily dig your claws into somewhere new to scar them, but he can't help it! You're just- You get so cute when he teases you.)
[He’s a little disappointed when you pull away, and then you say that. And then he looks at you like you’ve personally offended him, momentarily snapped out of the swirl of nothing that you were quickly turning his mind into. He flushes harder all the while.] You— Don’t make me ask for it, thats just mean! I don’t even know in the first place… [He surrenders slightly more back into the fog covering his mind, and you can see it on his face, too. The way his pupils dilate just a bit.] But… Anything?
[He just wants you right now.]
Please, just do anything to me, I don’t care! Whatever you come up with I’ll do, just as long as its you… Please…
(He nearly laughs, but instead they find themself rendered silent at your expression. They can't help but stare again. Hm. You really are pretty. He could probably find a pictobox somewhere...You'd make a lovely subject.)
"...M'kay."
(They aren't sure what to do, but a glance around the area surrounding them gives them an idea. Their eyes land upon a rock...This idea isn't sanitary in the slightest but...)
(Reaching out, they grab the rock. There's a moment of hesitance before he's holding it up to your face.)
"Do you think you could keep this in your throat?"
(He had been walking around aimlessly when he heard...talking. He could only hear one voice, but it sounded like you. He had started towards you, but the talking...stopped.)
(...)
(They were practically running now. There's a moment where they think they might've just imagined your voice, but...That doesn't stop him from running. There's a moment of silence from them when they stumble upon you. Then they panic.)
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[He's laying on his side in the grass, somewhat curled up. His eyes are open, but… He doesn’t look there. Like he’s completely dazed. He’s not breathing, not moving at all. Really, he does look dead.]
[Theres a single empty bottle of alcohol off to the side, and his face and ear tips look suspiciously flushed.]
“Ribbon- Ribbon. Hey- Look at me-”
(They rush over to you, kneeling at your side. He cradles your face between his hands, staring at you with so, so much worry.)
[His eyes refocus, though only barely. He leans into your touch, but still… It doesn’t seem like he’s all that present yet.]
“Shit, Ribbon- What happened?-”
(They start to check you for injuries. There- There has to be something they can fix.)
[Theres nothing you can directly see. And… Holy shit you’re actually really pretty. That realisation comes with a blink and a bit of light returning to his eyes. Though he does start crawling on top of you, which just hurts. He whines.] Feelss good…. You.. Mmm, Keir… [He missed having someone like this. He’s in your lap now, his chest pressed against yours, and his arms wrapped around you in some lazy semblance of a hug.]
(Their shoulders relax ever so slightly as you talk, but they’re still tense. Why are you so out of it- He certain alcohol doesn’t make someone act- Act like this!)
“What- What feels good, Ribbon?”
(They’re still searching for injuries. Any sign of one. Anything that would tell them why you’re like this. They also need you to keep talking to them. If- If you’re talking then you’re alive.)
E-Ehv’rythin’.. ‘S hurts… Hehe, mmm… You’re real pretty… [His hands start working their way under the rim of your shirt, and he presses himself closer to you. It sort of forces you backwards a bit.]
[…He wants another drink. One of his hands is taken off from you to summon a new bottle.]
(With one hand, they grab the wrist of the hand that summons a new bottle. Their other wraps itself around your waist.)
“Ribbon, before you take another drink, what do you mean everything hurts?”
(His face had gone pink when you called him pretty. There are…more important things to worry about currently, though.)
’S jus’ th’normal stuhff… [But it’s worse.] Feels… Good…. [His other hand, the one not holding the freaky alcohol, starts trailing up your back from under your shirt. His claws sometimes scratch at your skin.]
[His eyes latch onto your neck. He leans forwards a bit to give your throat a lick, then his eyes go up to meet yours again.] Gunna make me better…?
“…Right. Ribbon, I need you to listen for a moment.”
(They can feel their face getting warmer every time your claws scratch at their back. He needs to focus, though. You’re drunk.)
“I don’t want to do anything to you while you’re drunk. I need you to be of…sound mind before I do anything. As much as I would love to make you feel better, I don’t think that is a good idea.”
(You licking their neck brings memories to the surface. Things that they need to shove down before they’re properly tempted to make you feel better.)
[…He doesn’t look like he processed a word you just said. Instead, he just smiles at you, all teeth. And then he wrenches his wrist from you, uncorks the bottle with his teeth, and takes a large drink of it, swallowing once while there’s still clearly some still in his mouth. And then—]
[And then his lips are suddenly on yours. His hand on your back moves quickly up to the back of your neck, wrapping his claws around it almost. All you can taste from him is alcohol.]
(He had been about to say something. To repeat what he had said, or tell you off for drinking more. But then your lips are on theirs and they can’t seem to think straight.)
(The taste of alcohol is overwhelming. Was there still some in your mouth? He can’t linger on that thought for long. He can’t truly savor the moment because you’re drunk.)
(They move to pull back from you, to break off the kiss. They don’t particularly want to but they’re still feeling rational right now.)
[As soon as you try and pull back, he just brings you into a deeper kiss. A bit of alcohol drips from the corner of his mouth. And then his tongue is forcing its way past your lips, along with a bit of alcohol.]
[His hand drifts from your neck to the back of your head, and half of your shirt has been dragged upwards as he’s moved his arm, exposing a good amount of your skin. He grabs a handful of your hair, not really letting you pull back anymore.]
(There’s a moment where they freeze. They clearly hadn’t expected…well, any of this. He whines into your mouth as his lips part for your tongue. This- This is wrong. You’re drunk.)
(Their hand that had previously held your wrist goes to try and push at your shoulder. To try and get you to back off. He can’t move back, so he needs you to move instead.)
(They don’t pay attention to the fact their shirt has moved. It’s not important right now.)
[It’s only when he’s pushed the rest of the alcohol into your mouth from his does he stop. Slowly, he pulls back, and looks at you with half-lidded eyes. He licks his lips, humming.] Tastes good… Get drunk with me, llove.. Won’t’cha? Plen’y for both’a uss… C’mon, le’s have a bit’a fun! Pleeease…? Wanna forget.. ‘Bout ev’rythin’ I’m… I can do…
[He goes down to start kissing at your neck instead.]
(He swallows the alcohol that had been pushed into his mouth. He stares at you with wide eyes and an extremely flushed face. There’s no way this is actually happening. This has to be a dream…It’s a very realistic one if it is.)
“Ribbon, that- That’s not a good idea.”
(The rational part of their brain is working overdrive, it seems. The kisses you press to their neck make it hard to think, but he can’t be terribly distracted. He needs to find a way to get you…not drunk.)
Mmm… Why’s that..? [His tone just seems…. Sad. But you can tell from the look in his eyes that he’s anything but.] Don’ ya wanna make me happy..? Youu make me sooo happy, you’re sso… Tasty! Could jus’ eat you whole… ‘N you’re so pretty, pin ya up somewhere so I can jus’ look at’cha all th’time… [He wraps the arm that currently holds the alcohol bottle around you in such a way that he can drape the bottle over your shoulder, right next to your face.]
C’monnn! Get drunk wit’ meee! It can be cel’bration for… Not ssuisi- Suicidin’ myself… [Thinking about that, how is he still alive again? Didn’t he slice his cuff? Huh. Maybe this is the afterlife. But he’s not allowed there, so maybe he’s just so stupid he can’t even kill himself right. Wasn’t there a reason he wasn’t supposed to do that? He can’t remember anything! Wow!]
Keirr… Pleasee..? Please won’t ya jus’… ‘ave a bit’a fun..?
(He remains staring at you. That...was a lot to process.)
"Fun? Ribbon, there are other ways to- Wait. Ribbon what do you mean you didn't 'suicide yourself?'"
(His arm that had wrapped around your waist tightens around you. The hand on your shoulder squeezes. He's searching your face for...something. They have a pretty good idea as to what you meant but that- They don't want to think about that. But they need to know.)
Nuh-uh… Nnot anymore… But tha’s ’kay, ‘cause you’re here! You… You’re fun! You’re ffun… ‘N tasty….
[He completely disregards your other question, though his face doesn’t fall. He just looks happy. Maybe a bit manic, actually.]
Won’t’cha kiss me..? Feels good when ya do… [He unwraps his arm from you, leaning back to take a drink from the bottle he has. It burns like hell as it goes down.]
(There's...not much visible on their face other than pure concern.)
"Ribbon that-..."
(He cuts himself off. That's...That's a conversation he needs to have with you when you're sober. You're clearly not going to answer any questions about it right now.)
"...I'm not going to kiss you Ribbon. I don't- I don't know how many times I have to say this, but you're drunk. I don't....want to do something to you that I'm not certain you're fine with."
[His face falls slightly, but it’s quickly brought up again. He pulls back from you, pushing himself off of you in the process. He brings the bottle back up to his mouth and just… Chugs the rest. And he throws it off to the side with an easy smile.] ‘Kay then… See ya.
[He falls to his back, then rolls onto his stomach. A small flash of light, and he has a choker necklace in his hands, the one around his neck clearly not there. He hums a tune as he stares at the thing, kicking his feet a bit. He slowly runs his claws across the surface.]
(They watch as you move away, a brow raised.)
"...Ribbon, I'm not leaving."
(He's not going to just leave you here. Just because you're...weirdly powerful, doesn't mean you're not vulnerable when drunk. They adjust to be sitting cross legged, but other than that they just...sort of watch you.)
Mm, ‘kay. Gunna watch me die then? [He looks back at you, absolutely nothing negative in his eyes. Just a faint glint of hope and excitement. He holds the cuff above his head to wave at you before bringing it back down to continue to mess with it.]
[…He told you about this once, he thinks. What this does, what this is to him.]
‘M gunna go see Bee… Hehe..! [First he just has to work up the courage to.]
(There's a moment where he just stares at you as his brain processes your words. And then he's lunging to grab the cuff from you.)
"That- No! Ribbon, I'm not going to just watch you die!"
[He doesn’t have time to process or react to you lunging for him. He whines when you take it from him, arms falling forward. But he just… Can’t make himself get angry at you. At all. He’s… Missing something.]
[It’s simpler this way, though, isn’t it?]
…What’re ya gunna do wit’that..?
"I- I don't know!"
(They really don't. They just...acted. There wasn't much thought behind what they did.)
"What I do know, is that I'm not just going to watch you kill yourself. That-"
(He's looking at you with...concern? Horror? Some combination of the two? They hold the cuff away from you with one hand, while the other hesitantly reaches for one of your hands.)
"Ribbon, I care too much about you to just watch that happen."
[He thinks…. He might be supposed to be feeling sad right now? Instead, there’s nothing. Huh. That’s not even the alcohol doing that. Well, whatever! He gives you a smile, and lays his head on the grass, looking up at you. He… Misses Bee. At least he still has that. He can’t wait to see it again, one day.]
[He hums, still just gazing up at you.] ‘M not’a good person, love… ‘Ss nice that’ya think you care ffor me though. [He wonders if his death would be pretty. An unfitting end for him, he thinks.]
But… Gotta make a— A choice now, don’t’cha? Puttit on, orrr give it back! But I could jus’ steal it from you again… [Thats a lie. He couldn’t do that even if he had the capacity to want to.]
"Just- Just because you aren't a good person doesn't mean I can't care!"
(Their expression has shifted to...hurt. They're still concerned, obviously so, but...they're hurt. Did you think he didn't care about you? That- Why would he not care? You've been nothing but sweet to him.)
"...Ribbon, I can't- I can't trust you with this," (He shakes the cuff) "Right now. I- I can't risk what will happen if I give it back."
(He doesn't...know how to put it on. If he did, it would've probably already have been on. They can't- They really can't risk losing you. Not like this, at least.)
[He sighs, the rolls over on his back so he can cross his arms at you.] Thenn what’cha gunna do with it, huh? Won’ give it back, won’ puttit on— You gunna fuckin’… Eat it? Or somethin’? Make a choice! Tha’s lit— leh— uh… That’s me you’re holdin’…!
[Still, he sounds more playful than anything.]
(They pause, narrowing their eyes at you. There's a moment of silence before a neutral expression appears on their face. They've let go of your hand and are now holding the cuff with both hands.)
"It's edible?"
Whuh? [He seems confused, but as soon as you say that, the cuff shifts and suddenly, it’s a small, easy to swallow pill. Well. He certainly wasn’t expecting that! He stares completely uncomprehendingly at you, and it doesn’t really help that he’s upside down right now.]
(They look between you and the now pill-like cuff they hold for a moment. And then they put it in their mouth and swallow.)
(It's a weird feeling, it is. Swallowing something akin to a pill without any form of liquid to help it go down. It doesn't help that there's...a shift in something. They can't...figure out what the shift is, but they're aware of it.)
K-Keir?? [Okay he wasn’t being serious. When he said that. A very intense blush works its way up his face. Well! He’s too drunk for this!] You— Stars, you don’ even know what you’re doing!
[Shit fuck shit fuck okay! Great. Looks like he has a new holder. Now he just has to shove down the feelings that comes along with that— Fuck this. He curls into a ball and tries to forget you exist.]
(He shudders once he's completely swallowed the cuff. That...They need a reminder to never do something like that again. Swallowing a pill without water, that is. They stare at you as their shoulders slump. Be it from relief or...some other emotion, not even they know.)
"...Ribbon, I would rather get myself into something that I don't understand than watch you die. You-"
(He cuts himself off, exhaling what would've been words in a shaky breath. They end up sitting down with their knees pulled to their chest. There's...so much they could say here. So much that they want to say. And yet none of the words will flow.)
[He buries his face in his claws and screams. When he’s done with that, he pushes himself upwards. He has to get— Less drunk. Because he has to be effective and efficient. Because that’s what he’s for. Stars— He doesn’t miss this mindset. It doesn’t help that it was so sudden! Whatever.]
[He sits on his knees and looks to you with a smile. If he could be angry right now, there would be much more bite to his tone.] Con-fuckin’-grasluations—[Fuck he’s so good at talking]—youu have complete control over me. Yay for you! High teir summon jus’ for you! I’m allll yours!
Can I— Jus’ go get. Not drunk. Real quick?
(They blink at you several times before their brain catches up to them. Oh. Oh. That was stupid of them to do, wasn't it? You- You had breifly told them about how the cuff worked. About how whoever had it- Oh Goddesses, he just ate the damned thing-)
"Yup! Yeah, that- You go do that."
(He's started to hit his head on his knees. Stupid- Irrational- Idiot.)
Grreat! [He can’t go very far from you but— He disappears in a flash of light. You wait a few seconds, and then he’s back.]
[…Face first on the grass. He groans.] Fuck forgot about hangover— Uhhh, what the fuck is goin’ on? Did you do something…? I… Really wanna do things for you right now…
(They've stopped hitting their head, but it does remain resting on their knees. His face is...essentially hidden by his hair, but their ears are a bright red. Well. No need to hide what they did.)
"...I ate your cuff."
Oh. [That did happen, yes.] Well good job? I’m… Yours now… Uh…
Whyy would you— Do that? Eh, whatever, jus’… Make good use of me…
(...Do you not...remember what happened? Ah. Yes. That is a side effect of being drunk.)
"...Ribbon you tried to kill yourself. And-"
(...)
"...You also kissed me. And when I had told you that I wouldn't- I wasn't going to kiss you. Not like that. When- When I told you that, you asked if I was going to watch you die."
(They're staring at you with this look of horror. Also an embarrassed one, but mostly a look of horror.)
"I wasn't going to just watch- I couldn't just- I didn't- Ribbon that was the most stressed I have been in years. I don't-...I don't know what I would've done if you were actually dead."
[He stares at you, trying to process everything just what you said.] Tried to kill myself… Uh, yeah, wouldn’t be the first time. Don’t really have much to live for anyway now that.. Bees dead. So. I can see that happening…
I can also really see me kissing you. You are really fucking pretty. ‘N you’re tasty too. Fuck being drunk for like a week straight is a bad idea— Feel like shit…
[The idea that someone actually cares enough to prevent his death—albeit in a questionable way—is… foreign. He tries not to think about it much which is easier than it should be, probably.]
"Wouldn't have been the- Ribbon, what the fuck?"
(You calling them pretty again is. It's not helping them think right, that's for certain. That- He can have a mental breakdown about that later. You've tried to do this before?)
(...Also who is Bee?)
Do I look mentally stable to you? ‘Course I’ve tried to fuckin’ kill myself before…. Jus’ wish I actually went through with it… [Then none of this would have happened. Bee would probably still be alive too. He sighs. He’s… Weirdly enough, completely empty. There’s just nothing. Weird.] Aaanyway, seriously, what are you gunna do with me? I can be whatever you want. Jus’ tell me already, won’t you..?
"...I don't want you to be what I want you to be. Why would I want that? That- That's so stupid- Goddesses sake, I'm stupid! You told me what your cuff did--granted not in detail--and I still ate it! Why did I eat it? I could've just- I could've just held onto it! It wouldn't have been that difficult-"
(They groan, their head falling forward to hit their knees again. There's no sound from them aside from their breathing for a moment. Then they're looking up at you again.)
"If you get your cuff back would you- You wouldn't have to listen to me, would you?"
[He listens to your self-deprecating spiel, finding no reason to interrupt. What you’re saying isn’t entirely untrue anyway. There are plenty of other ways you could’ve dealt with the situation. Anyway—]
I don’t really have to listen to you anyway, not after what Shadow did, but I’d just… Really like to? It… Feels nice when I do things right for someone… [Sure, the mindset he’s forced into is a bit tiring, but still. It’s true that feeling accomplished is really nice.]
(Their expression morphs into shock for a second before turning into confusion. That...Huh. He can- He can understand that. Though it's not... It's not the same, obviously not. It's still confusing, though.)
"...You want to. Just- Just because it feels nice?"
’S how I was designed, I can’t change it! Easier to control something when they feel good doing it, no? It’s like a failsafe or something.
[He looks at you, and…. He really wants something from you. Just for you to… Do something to him. Stars, it’s like a need. Maybe if he does something for you you’ll kiss him…]
"...Ribbon. I mean this kindly, but once again. What the fuck."
(Hm. That's...Interesting? It- It's unusual. They shuffle in place for a moment before they just...fall backwards? He ends up lying on his back with his hands covering his face.)
Love it when you’re kind to me… [He huffs, and tries to move over to you because it only feels natural, but— He moves the wrong way and a spike of pain settles throughout his body. He falls back to the ground with a mix of a groan and a whine.] S-Stars— Why does that… Feel good….
(They had planned to just lie there and think, but…Damn you Goddesses for making Ribbon someone he cares about. They uncover their face, to pick their head up and look at you.)
“…Everything…Alright?..”
Yeah… Jus’… Everything feels weird… ‘S all just… Good? I don’t know! It’s all weird! And too much… I don’t wanna deal with this shit right now… [He decides to continue to lay where he is, though he does give you a very sad, pathetic, pleading look for you to do something. He doesn’t exactly care what at this point.]
(They stare at you with a blank face before groaning and letting their head fall back again. Damn you and your...frankly adorable expressions.)
"I'm too sober for this."
(He gets why you got drunk to deal with emotions now...Kinda. Not really. More than he had at least.)
[He huffs, dropping the expression when you look away from him.]
I still have a… Lot of illegally acquired alcohol? If you want some? [To prove his point, he summons another full, unopened bottle and shakes it.]
(Their head is lifted again, though this time they've...somewhat pushed themself up. He gives you a considering look before shrugging.)
"Y'know what? Sure. That- That sounds great. Can't fuck this up any more, can I?"
(He stares for a moment before pushing himself up the rest of the way, moving to be closer to you.)
[He holds the bottle out to you, but doesn’t move from his position. He doesn’t need to feel anything more than what he is now, and moving just makes everything worse. He wonders if you’ll be cute when you’re drunk…]
You probably could. Careful, it’s pretty strong.
[Really, he wouldn’t be surprised if just one of these is more than you can handle.]
(He laughs as he takes the bottle from you. It's...slightly hysterical but that's- That's fine. They're fine.)
"Strong is what I need right now."
(With some struggle, they open the bottle and take a drink. They shudder slightly at the taste. That is- That is terrible. How did you manage to drink this? He grumbles something about teaching you what good alcohol tastes like before taking another drink.)
[He continues to just stare at you with a soft smile. He would have a drink, but… He needs to be at his best for you. So he won’t. But he’ll indulge you as much as you want him to!]
Hehe, yeah, ‘s pretty bad.
(They glare at you, though it seems playful.)
"Why do you drink this? It's so bad."
(Despite this they take another drink. He can ignore the taste. Honestly, the more he drinks it the easier that gets. Which...makes sense. Also the more they drink, the more they realize how cute you are. He could probably carry you easily...Well, not right now, they'd probably drop you. But later...Later they may have to test that.)
Because it’s the strongest stuff I’ve found. [He leans his head on one of his hands. Still, he can’t look away. He wishes you would just run your hands through his hair. Maybe he could teach you how to braid it, if you don’t know already.] It’s easy to get completely wasted on.
"Hm. Fair 'nough."
(He blinks at you slowly, almost like a cat. Huh. They thought you were the cat. Whatever. They hesitate for a moment before they sort of just...collapse into your side.)
"Did you know that you make me feel insane? 'Cause- 'Cause you do."
[As soon as you lean into him, it’s almost like he’s the drunk one. Your touch is like a drug, maybe a reward. What is he even being rewarded for? Whatever, he just knows he likes it. Suddenly, he’s purring uncontrollably, and leaning into you as much as he can.]
Mmm… Why?
"I dunno! You're just-"
(There's a groan as they take another drink. Wow, you were right. This is strong.)
"You're too cute. I wanna just keep you forever. I'm not gunna cuz you're- You don't deserve to be stuck with me. Unless you'd want that. Then you do deserve it."
[He tries to nuzzle in closer to you, nearly wrapping himself completely around you. Still, his purrs only get louder. He looks up to you, and what you can see could only be described as lovesick.] I’d love to be stuck with you… Forever and ever and ever… ‘N you could do whatever you want with me. [Theres a certain lilt to his voice you’ve never really heard from him.] I’m yours, Keir.
[Even this is a bit uncharacteristic of him.]
(Huh. That's...This is probably something that the two of you need to have a conversation about but he's...Hm. He wouldn't be able to phrase anything right, and he's...probably going to forget this happened. Being drunk is weird. Helpful, though. Sometimes. Not really.)
"...Mine?"
(Oh, that...that is a thought. If you were theirs, they could do so much to you. So many things. You could do so much to them. Could they be yours as much as you are theirs?)
(They go to take another drink from the bottle only to find that they've emptied it. There's a suprised blink before he shrugs and places it to the side. Whatever. He has...other things to focus on. Like you! Oh look at you...They could just stay at your side forever. You're so warm...the warmest. There's a giddy smile on their face as they wrap their arms around you.)
[He situates himself so that he’s once again in your lap, though he doesn’t try anything. He’s kind of just goes limp in your arms, continuing to look up at you like you hung the moon.]
Yours.. All yours.
[This is a strange feeling. It’s too… It’s too intense. But he can’t find it in himself to care. He is yours after all, you made him yours. He can’t argue with that fact. It’s actually impossible for him to.]
(He hums in acknowledgment, staring at you with plain adoration clear on his face. One of their hands comes up to cup your face. You truly are adorable. He can think that so many times and it won't get old. Well not to his drunken brain at least. It might get repetitive if they were sober.)
(They're somewhat tempted to see if they could play their harp like this...with you in their lap and with their muddled thoughts. It'd probably be shit, but...It's a tempting thought.)
"I told you that you were the cutest ever, right? That- If I haven't I should've. 'Cause you are. You're the cutest ever. The most cute. Cuter than...Cuter than an otter. And those fuzzy things are cute! But you're cuter."
Hehe… [He sort of looks off to the side, clearly flustered. He leans further into your hand, and his neck is a bit more visible right now, especially without the cuff around it.] You’re really drunk, aren’t you?
[He still doesn’t know how to take a compliment. You can tell from how embarrassed he looks.]
"...'s like you said, that was...strong alcohol."
(They run their thumb over your cheek, watching your face. Hm. They could probably kiss you right now, couldn't they? You...You weren't drunk anymore and you had said that you could see yourself kissing him. Right? That- That would mean you want to kiss them.)
(...)
(The Goddesses are probably laughing at him right now, aren't they?)
(Shaking that thought out of their brain, their eyes dart to your neck. Oh. Your skin is pretty. Well, all of you is. He finds himself leaning down to press a kiss to the side of your neck.)
[As soon as your lips meet his skin, it sends a shiver down his non-existent spine. One of his hands drifts to the back of your head, and his claws dig into your scalp just slight enough for you to really feel it. He whines quietly, and closes his eyes just to make sure he takes in the feeling completely.]
[He leans his head a bit on your shoulder. He saw that look in your eyes, and he wishes you acted on that. Really, he almost did, but he can’t. Not without permission. He pulls you a bit closer to him.]
(You can feel their smile on as they continue to press kisses to your skin. When you grab his hair, he groans. They pull back from your neck, just enough to look at you.)
“…Ribbon, can you look at me?”
..Hm?
[He tries, and ends up making shaky eye contact with you along with a nervous smile. He’s breathing just a bit heavier than usual.]
Y-Yeah?
“Nothin’. J’st wanted t’ see your face.”
(They smile wider.)
“You think you could loosen your grip on my hair?”
(You look even cuter when you’re nervous. He could stare at your eyes forever. And your smile…Really just you.)
[He whines more, but his grip does loosen. Not to mention him being completely flustered and covered in a light blush.]
You— You… [Yeah, it’s hard to talk right now. He still wishes you would just kiss him.]
“Me?”
(They’re teasing now. They’re absolutely teasing you. He’s got a…smug grin on his face and his eyes are shining with entertainment.)
(One of his hands is resting upon the small of your back. The other has moved to the side of your neck. Oh. Was their face always that close to yours? They don’t remember moving.)
[He frowns slightly, though the smile never quite leaves his face.] Youuu… Are a fuckin’ trouble maker… [Immediately, he buries his head under your chin to at least hide a little bit. His hand does go up to meet yours, however, and hold it. He runs his thumb over your fingers gently.]
“Don’ hide… I wanna see your eeyes..”
(They do. They’re truly do want to keep seeing your eyes.)
“Also ‘m the trouble maker?”
(His hand on your back moves to wrap around your waist, almost hugging you to his chest. You’re really warm. It’s like sitting next to a fire.)
[He grumbles, and only huddles closer to you. He doesn’t bother dignifying that. Like this, you can see most of the ground behind him.] You are… Trying to embarrass me… [But he’s not complaining. Anything you do is a gift to him. He would love to be flustered to death by you.]
“Nuh uh…’m just…I dunno…”
(They don’t want to see the ground. That isn’t you. He’s grab your chin, pulling you to look at him again.)
“Jus’…Jus’ wanna…look at you.”
(He wants to kiss you. Hm. That thought is back. They probably could…Hmm. Should they is the question…You’d probably be okay with it…)
(Making their mind up, he presses a kiss to your lips. It’s quick and more of a peck, but it happens.)
Mm… [Its still hard to look at you. You’re just so… He whines. But he tries to work up the confidence to actually say something.] Put me on display, then. Pin me up somewhere so you can look at me all day.
I wouldn’t mind.
[He can sort of sense it when you decide to go in, but he isn’t really ready for the feeling he gets when you actually do it. Immediately he melts into you, and his eyes gain a sort of dazed quality to them. It wasn’t even that much, but he wants more. He's a greedy little thing.]
…You can do better than that, love…
(They had a flush to their face. Be it from your words or the alcohol, it's hard to tell...Probably a mix of the two, honestly. He hums, almost uncertain.)
"I dunno, Ribbon. I might mess something up." (They pause before muttering under their breath.) "Hard enough to kiss when 'm sober."
(Pin you up...Hm. Maybe not. He likes being close to you as well. Likes touching you. That'd be hard to do if you were pinned up somewhere.)
[He hums as well, almost mimicking you really.] You could always let me take the lead. You’re hardly the first person I’ve kissed, you know. Hehe, I’ve even kissed Zomi before you! [Well, more like it kissed him, but he’s not about to go thinking about that too hard. It’s embarrassing. He huffs slightly.]
Though that’s not a bad thing for you, of course, it just means I’ve had practice. Better for you even. [He tilts his head, and then he moves his hands to the back of your neck.] I’ve kissed you once before, haven’t I? Don’t you want more of that? Because all you have to do is give me the go-ahead. I’ll be glad to deliver. Whatever you want from me, Keir. Anything at all.
[He tries to keep himself talking just a bit longer than he would have. He has a strong feeling you like hearing him talk, after all. Suddenly, it’s like his world revolves around you, and solely you. It’s strange, almost, but… He thinks he could get used to it.]
(Their eyes grow hazy the more you talk, but they still stare at you. He's silent as he processes your words. Oh. Oh, but he does want more of that. They want you to kiss them. How do they say that though?)
(He whines. He wants to bury his face in the side of your neck while he tries to figure out how to word things, but he wants to keep staring. You're too pretty to be real. They can touch you, though, which means that you are real. They're silent for a minute longer, and when they do speak, their voice is quiet.)
"...Please. Ribbon, I want that."
[He smiles, and one of his hands moves to hold your cheek.] I just love that look on your face… You really are beautiful. Truly. [Hearing you say it, too, not just seeing that look of want… He leans in close, though not quite close enough quite yet.] Whatever you want, Keir. [It’s a whisper. Just barely loud enough to be heard.]
[He closes the gap, barely giving you time to prepare before his tongue works its way through your lips and into your mouth. He can really barely hold himself back. Both of his hands trail down your front, and you can feel his claws through your shirt. Luckily, it doesn’t rip. He eventually gets to the skin of your stomach, and then he starts working his way under your shirt again.]
(They can feel their face burning. He's obviously not on fire, but he's almost too warm. It's not from you. Your warmth is comforting. They're just overheating.)
(He almost says something before he's cut off by you kissing him. Oh. Oh, that's your tongue. He didn't realize that was a thing you could do. Ever. Oh, but that is nice. They could probably die here. They'd die happy.)
(They barely realize that they're whining into your mouth as their arms wrap further around you. One hand lands on the back of your head, the other essentially trapping you against his chest. They don't even realize that your hands are under their shirt. Or that you could've ripped it. That doesn't matter right now.)
[His claws start to dig into your stomach. He doesn’t know if he accidentally made you bleed or not, but he doesn’t think so. But he would love to feel your blood underneath his hands…]
[It’s hard to make this any deeper than it is, but he tries. He ends up pushing you to the ground in the process, accompanied by a sort of possessive growl that you can feel in your chest with how close you are to him. And he cant get enough of the little sounds you make, either. He wants more of those, so he only kisses you harder. His claws dig deeper into your skin, scratching at it. Right now, to him, the only thing that matters in the world is you.]
(He almost wants your claws in their stomach, but that...Does he have potions on him? If they do then you could- They can't remember, though. And you kissing them is making it harder to think back on what they have.)
(When his back hits the ground, he grunts but quickly adjusts. He's holding you so gently, but also so securely. They don't want to let you go. They don't want you to move back. Eventually they'll have to but...that...isn't important right now.)
(They groan around your tongue as your claws continue to dig into their skin. They want you to leave deeper scratches. He wants it to scar. He already has your bite marks on his skin, what would a couple scratches be compared to that?)
[You’re the one thats in control of him, right now. But with you under him like this, it’s hard to remind himself of that fact. It’s so easy to get lost in things like this, especially now. He cant help but wonder— Is this what you’ll use him for during the time you have him? He wouldn’t mind, not at all. It feels too good for him to mind.]
[He continues to scratch at your skin, but it never goes all that deep. He doesn’t know if he’s even allowed to hurt you right now, but stars, does he want to. Hurting things is his specialty, it’s what he was made to do. Its only right that he shares that with you, isn’t it? But he doesn’t, not yet, not until you tell him to.]
(They don't realize why you haven't done anything for a moment longer than they would've liked. Reluctantly, he pulls his head back. Just enough to break the kiss so they can talk. And breath. That's something they forgot to do. His chest is rising and falling fast, but not to the point of hyperventilating.)
"Ribbon- Ribbon. Please. I want..."
(How do they phrase this without seeming too odd.)
"I want you to scar me."
(Hm. That works. If you think they're weird, they'll...figure that out...Hm. They want to go back to kissing you now, but they want to hear your response.)
[As soon as you pull away, you realise he’s just… Not breathing, not whatsoever. But he doesn’t seem concerned, or even affected.] Scar you, hm..? [It takes him a second to get off the high that is all of this… This. And actually process your words. When he does, he smirks.] I could… But what will you give me in return? [Really, he has no right to be saying that. But he cant help himself.] Awfully big favor you’re asking of me there, you know. You’ll have to repay it somehow.
[If you ask again, he’ll do it without hesitation. But still. He can still want things as of now, and that is certainly something he wants from you. Anything, really, just for you to do something to him.]
(You're making them think? That- They whine. They can't think. Not when you stare at them like that.)
"I-"
(He cuts himself off with another whine. They hadn't processed the fact you weren't breathing before, but that- You- How can you be this unaffected?)
"Ribbon, please. Anything. I- I'll do anything. Just- Just please."
(Oh, that's...more than they meant to say. Hm. Oh well. Not important. Really, it isn't.)
[…This is fun.] Not very specific, are you? Fine, fine, I’ll let you have creative freedom when it comes to paying me back. The sooner the better!
[Finally, his claws break skin, digging into your abdomen. He can feel the blood, and his smile grows. Slowly, he starts dragging his claws downwards. He doesn’t go back in for another kiss, instead, just watching you. Watching for your reactions.]
(Their face scrunches up from the pain, but there's also a clear joy on their face. They're smiling, oh so happily.)
"Tha- Thank you, Ribbon- So good. You're so good for me. Could stay like this forever. Jus'- Jus' yours. Let you do whatever."
(He's rambling. He absolutely is. You've barely done anything and they're already a mess. It's probably the alcohol's fault, but you'd probably be able to get them like this without it, as well. His breath hitches every so often and whines interrupt their speech, but they push through it.)
[He wants to feel your organs against his claws again. He lets out a shaky breath— Just one, and then he goes quiet again. His claws continue to drag down your skin, creating deep gashes, very purposeful gashes. The blood stains your shirt, just a bit.]
[And— Stars, he cant help it when his blush intensifies at your words. He whines, and he wants more of that. His entire purpose is to be good for you, it’s what he was made for. He loves the sound of those words in your voice. He wants to pry them out of you.]
(They pull you down into another kiss. It's short, but it's sweet. He pulls away from you, but he just moves his face to your shoulder, burying his face into your neck.)
"So good. You'd-" (He muffles a whine by pressing his face further into your neck.) "You'd do anything I asked, wouldn't you? I could tell you to never stop. 'm not gunna, but I could."
(They don't care about their shirt. They can replace it. Or wash it. They wonder if you're aware they're still scared from when you bit them. He's certainly not going to point it out. That'd be embarrassing. He could've easily healed the marks with a potion...Dunno why he didn't.)
"So, so good for me."
[He whines again. Your words are getting to his head. His claws stop for a second, only to go back to the top of the gashes and go over them again.] Of course… Anything, I’d do anything you want me to… [This feeling really does just make him feel drunk off of it. Off of what, exactly, he’s not sure. But as long as you have his cuff, he can’t help but be addicted.] Wanna be good for you…
‘N then you can do whatever you want with me. I could be your toy, and you—[Stars, he wants that. He takes a breath.]—and you could do anything to me. Please, hurt me, you do it so well, I jus’—[Another breath, his claws keep gouging lines into your abdomen.]—just please, stars, let me be your plaything… Won’t you? I’ll do anything you ask….
(The pain of having your claws in their abdomen is catching up to them, stealing the breath that they would've used to speak. They muffle a groan of pain by biting your neck. He doesn't let go for a while, and when he does let go he just bites a new spot. Their teeth aren't sharp enough to do any real damage, but they bite nonetheless.)
(Their arms have ended up loosely wrapped around your torso by this point. They'd squeeze you to their chest again if they weren't so out of it.)
[He closes his eyes, whining at the feeling of you biting him. It’s been so long since he’s been bitten by anyone— He forgot how good it feels. And there isn’t even any instinct to push you away now that his cuff isn’t there.] More, please— Please, jus’— Just a bit more… [Its still not enough for him.]
[He can feel bits of your flesh gather under his claws. He cant wait to lick his fingers of your blood.]
(He wants to leave his bite marks in your skin like you did to him. That- Huh. That's an interesting thought. They'll...think about that later. For now, they pull back to look at your face.)
"More what?"
(They're teasing. He really shouldn't be, given that you could easily dig your claws into somewhere new to scar them, but he can't help it! You're just- You get so cute when he teases you.)
(He had been walking around aimlessly when he heard...talking. He could only hear one voice, but it sounded like you. He had started towards you, but the talking...stopped.)
(...)
(They were practically running now. There's a moment where they think they might've just imagined your voice, but...That doesn't stop him from running. There's a moment of silence from them when they stumble upon you. Then they panic.)
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[He's laying on his side in the grass, somewhat curled up. His eyes are open, but… He doesn’t look there. Like he’s completely dazed. He’s not breathing, not moving at all. Really, he does look dead.]
[Theres a single empty bottle of alcohol off to the side, and his face and ear tips look suspiciously flushed.]
“Ribbon- Ribbon. Hey- Look at me-”
(They rush over to you, kneeling at your side. He cradles your face between his hands, staring at you with so, so much worry.)
[His eyes refocus, though only barely. He leans into your touch, but still… It doesn’t seem like he’s all that present yet.]
“Shit, Ribbon- What happened?-”
(They start to check you for injuries. There- There has to be something they can fix.)
[Theres nothing you can directly see. And… Holy shit you’re actually really pretty. That realisation comes with a blink and a bit of light returning to his eyes. Though he does start crawling on top of you, which just hurts. He whines.] Feelss good…. You.. Mmm, Keir… [He missed having someone like this. He’s in your lap now, his chest pressed against yours, and his arms wrapped around you in some lazy semblance of a hug.]
(Their shoulders relax ever so slightly as you talk, but they’re still tense. Why are you so out of it- He certain alcohol doesn’t make someone act- Act like this!)
“What- What feels good, Ribbon?”
(They’re still searching for injuries. Any sign of one. Anything that would tell them why you’re like this. They also need you to keep talking to them. If- If you’re talking then you’re alive.)
E-Ehv’rythin’.. ‘S hurts… Hehe, mmm… You’re real pretty… [His hands start working their way under the rim of your shirt, and he presses himself closer to you. It sort of forces you backwards a bit.]
[…He wants another drink. One of his hands is taken off from you to summon a new bottle.]
(With one hand, they grab the wrist of the hand that summons a new bottle. Their other wraps itself around your waist.)
“Ribbon, before you take another drink, what do you mean everything hurts?”
(His face had gone pink when you called him pretty. There are…more important things to worry about currently, though.)
’S jus’ th’normal stuhff… [But it’s worse.] Feels… Good…. [His other hand, the one not holding the freaky alcohol, starts trailing up your back from under your shirt. His claws sometimes scratch at your skin.]
[His eyes latch onto your neck. He leans forwards a bit to give your throat a lick, then his eyes go up to meet yours again.] Gunna make me better…?
“…Right. Ribbon, I need you to listen for a moment.”
(They can feel their face getting warmer every time your claws scratch at their back. He needs to focus, though. You’re drunk.)
“I don’t want to do anything to you while you’re drunk. I need you to be of…sound mind before I do anything. As much as I would love to make you feel better, I don’t think that is a good idea.”
(You licking their neck brings memories to the surface. Things that they need to shove down before they’re properly tempted to make you feel better.)
[…He doesn’t look like he processed a word you just said. Instead, he just smiles at you, all teeth. And then he wrenches his wrist from you, uncorks the bottle with his teeth, and takes a large drink of it, swallowing once while there’s still clearly some still in his mouth. And then—]
[And then his lips are suddenly on yours. His hand on your back moves quickly up to the back of your neck, wrapping his claws around it almost. All you can taste from him is alcohol.]
(He had been about to say something. To repeat what he had said, or tell you off for drinking more. But then your lips are on theirs and they can’t seem to think straight.)
(The taste of alcohol is overwhelming. Was there still some in your mouth? He can’t linger on that thought for long. He can’t truly savor the moment because you’re drunk.)
(They move to pull back from you, to break off the kiss. They don’t particularly want to but they’re still feeling rational right now.)
[As soon as you try and pull back, he just brings you into a deeper kiss. A bit of alcohol drips from the corner of his mouth. And then his tongue is forcing its way past your lips, along with a bit of alcohol.]
[His hand drifts from your neck to the back of your head, and half of your shirt has been dragged upwards as he’s moved his arm, exposing a good amount of your skin. He grabs a handful of your hair, not really letting you pull back anymore.]
(There’s a moment where they freeze. They clearly hadn’t expected…well, any of this. He whines into your mouth as his lips part for your tongue. This- This is wrong. You’re drunk.)
(Their hand that had previously held your wrist goes to try and push at your shoulder. To try and get you to back off. He can’t move back, so he needs you to move instead.)
(They don’t pay attention to the fact their shirt has moved. It’s not important right now.)
[It’s only when he’s pushed the rest of the alcohol into your mouth from his does he stop. Slowly, he pulls back, and looks at you with half-lidded eyes. He licks his lips, humming.] Tastes good… Get drunk with me, llove.. Won’t’cha? Plen’y for both’a uss… C’mon, le’s have a bit’a fun! Pleeease…? Wanna forget.. ‘Bout ev’rythin’ I’m… I can do…
[He goes down to start kissing at your neck instead.]
(He swallows the alcohol that had been pushed into his mouth. He stares at you with wide eyes and an extremely flushed face. There’s no way this is actually happening. This has to be a dream…It’s a very realistic one if it is.)
“Ribbon, that- That’s not a good idea.”
(The rational part of their brain is working overdrive, it seems. The kisses you press to their neck make it hard to think, but he can’t be terribly distracted. He needs to find a way to get you…not drunk.)
Mmm… Why’s that..? [His tone just seems…. Sad. But you can tell from the look in his eyes that he’s anything but.] Don’ ya wanna make me happy..? Youu make me sooo happy, you’re sso… Tasty! Could jus’ eat you whole… ‘N you’re so pretty, pin ya up somewhere so I can jus’ look at’cha all th’time… [He wraps the arm that currently holds the alcohol bottle around you in such a way that he can drape the bottle over your shoulder, right next to your face.]
C’monnn! Get drunk wit’ meee! It can be cel’bration for… Not ssuisi- Suicidin’ myself… [Thinking about that, how is he still alive again? Didn’t he slice his cuff? Huh. Maybe this is the afterlife. But he’s not allowed there, so maybe he’s just so stupid he can’t even kill himself right. Wasn’t there a reason he wasn’t supposed to do that? He can’t remember anything! Wow!]
Keirr… Pleasee..? Please won’t ya jus’… ‘ave a bit’a fun..?
(He remains staring at you. That...was a lot to process.)
"Fun? Ribbon, there are other ways to- Wait. Ribbon what do you mean you didn't 'suicide yourself?'"
(His arm that had wrapped around your waist tightens around you. The hand on your shoulder squeezes. He's searching your face for...something. They have a pretty good idea as to what you meant but that- They don't want to think about that. But they need to know.)
Nuh-uh… Nnot anymore… But tha’s ’kay, ‘cause you’re here! You… You’re fun! You’re ffun… ‘N tasty….
[He completely disregards your other question, though his face doesn’t fall. He just looks happy. Maybe a bit manic, actually.]
Won’t’cha kiss me..? Feels good when ya do… [He unwraps his arm from you, leaning back to take a drink from the bottle he has. It burns like hell as it goes down.]
(There's...not much visible on their face other than pure concern.)
"Ribbon that-..."
(He cuts himself off. That's...That's a conversation he needs to have with you when you're sober. You're clearly not going to answer any questions about it right now.)
"...I'm not going to kiss you Ribbon. I don't- I don't know how many times I have to say this, but you're drunk. I don't....want to do something to you that I'm not certain you're fine with."
[His face falls slightly, but it’s quickly brought up again. He pulls back from you, pushing himself off of you in the process. He brings the bottle back up to his mouth and just… Chugs the rest. And he throws it off to the side with an easy smile.] ‘Kay then… See ya.
[He falls to his back, then rolls onto his stomach. A small flash of light, and he has a choker necklace in his hands, the one around his neck clearly not there. He hums a tune as he stares at the thing, kicking his feet a bit. He slowly runs his claws across the surface.]
(They watch as you move away, a brow raised.)
"...Ribbon, I'm not leaving."
(He's not going to just leave you here. Just because you're...weirdly powerful, doesn't mean you're not vulnerable when drunk. They adjust to be sitting cross legged, but other than that they just...sort of watch you.)
Mm, ‘kay. Gunna watch me die then? [He looks back at you, absolutely nothing negative in his eyes. Just a faint glint of hope and excitement. He holds the cuff above his head to wave at you before bringing it back down to continue to mess with it.]
[…He told you about this once, he thinks. What this does, what this is to him.]
‘M gunna go see Bee… Hehe..! [First he just has to work up the courage to.]
(There's a moment where he just stares at you as his brain processes your words. And then he's lunging to grab the cuff from you.)
"That- No! Ribbon, I'm not going to just watch you die!"
[He doesn’t have time to process or react to you lunging for him. He whines when you take it from him, arms falling forward. But he just… Can’t make himself get angry at you. At all. He’s… Missing something.]
[It’s simpler this way, though, isn’t it?]
…What’re ya gunna do wit’that..?
"I- I don't know!"
(They really don't. They just...acted. There wasn't much thought behind what they did.)
"What I do know, is that I'm not just going to watch you kill yourself. That-"
(He's looking at you with...concern? Horror? Some combination of the two? They hold the cuff away from you with one hand, while the other hesitantly reaches for one of your hands.)
"Ribbon, I care too much about you to just watch that happen."
[He thinks…. He might be supposed to be feeling sad right now? Instead, there’s nothing. Huh. That’s not even the alcohol doing that. Well, whatever! He gives you a smile, and lays his head on the grass, looking up at you. He… Misses Bee. At least he still has that. He can’t wait to see it again, one day.]
[He hums, still just gazing up at you.] ‘M not’a good person, love… ‘Ss nice that’ya think you care ffor me though. [He wonders if his death would be pretty. An unfitting end for him, he thinks.]
But… Gotta make a— A choice now, don’t’cha? Puttit on, orrr give it back! But I could jus’ steal it from you again… [Thats a lie. He couldn’t do that even if he had the capacity to want to.]
"Just- Just because you aren't a good person doesn't mean I can't care!"
(Their expression has shifted to...hurt. They're still concerned, obviously so, but...they're hurt. Did you think he didn't care about you? That- Why would he not care? You've been nothing but sweet to him.)
"...Ribbon, I can't- I can't trust you with this," (He shakes the cuff) "Right now. I- I can't risk what will happen if I give it back."
(He doesn't...know how to put it on. If he did, it would've probably already have been on. They can't- They really can't risk losing you. Not like this, at least.)
[He sighs, the rolls over on his back so he can cross his arms at you.] Thenn what’cha gunna do with it, huh? Won’ give it back, won’ puttit on— You gunna fuckin’… Eat it? Or somethin’? Make a choice! Tha’s lit— leh— uh… That’s me you’re holdin’…!
[Still, he sounds more playful than anything.]
(They pause, narrowing their eyes at you. There's a moment of silence before a neutral expression appears on their face. They've let go of your hand and are now holding the cuff with both hands.)
"It's edible?"
Whuh? [He seems confused, but as soon as you say that, the cuff shifts and suddenly, it’s a small, easy to swallow pill. Well. He certainly wasn’t expecting that! He stares completely uncomprehendingly at you, and it doesn’t really help that he’s upside down right now.]
(They look between you and the now pill-like cuff they hold for a moment. And then they put it in their mouth and swallow.)
(It's a weird feeling, it is. Swallowing something akin to a pill without any form of liquid to help it go down. It doesn't help that there's...a shift in something. They can't...figure out what the shift is, but they're aware of it.)
K-Keir?? [Okay he wasn’t being serious. When he said that. A very intense blush works its way up his face. Well! He’s too drunk for this!] You— Stars, you don’ even know what you’re doing!
[Shit fuck shit fuck okay! Great. Looks like he has a new holder. Now he just has to shove down the feelings that comes along with that— Fuck this. He curls into a ball and tries to forget you exist.]
(He shudders once he's completely swallowed the cuff. That...They need a reminder to never do something like that again. Swallowing a pill without water, that is. They stare at you as their shoulders slump. Be it from relief or...some other emotion, not even they know.)
"...Ribbon, I would rather get myself into something that I don't understand than watch you die. You-"
(He cuts himself off, exhaling what would've been words in a shaky breath. They end up sitting down with their knees pulled to their chest. There's...so much they could say here. So much that they want to say. And yet none of the words will flow.)
[He buries his face in his claws and screams. When he’s done with that, he pushes himself upwards. He has to get— Less drunk. Because he has to be effective and efficient. Because that’s what he’s for. Stars— He doesn’t miss this mindset. It doesn’t help that it was so sudden! Whatever.]
[He sits on his knees and looks to you with a smile. If he could be angry right now, there would be much more bite to his tone.] Con-fuckin’-grasluations—[Fuck he’s so good at talking]—youu have complete control over me. Yay for you! High teir summon jus’ for you! I’m allll yours!
Can I— Jus’ go get. Not drunk. Real quick?
(They blink at you several times before their brain catches up to them. Oh. Oh. That was stupid of them to do, wasn't it? You- You had breifly told them about how the cuff worked. About how whoever had it- Oh Goddesses, he just ate the damned thing-)
"Yup! Yeah, that- You go do that."
(He's started to hit his head on his knees. Stupid- Irrational- Idiot.)
Grreat! [He can’t go very far from you but— He disappears in a flash of light. You wait a few seconds, and then he’s back.]
[…Face first on the grass. He groans.] Fuck forgot about hangover— Uhhh, what the fuck is goin’ on? Did you do something…? I… Really wanna do things for you right now…
(They've stopped hitting their head, but it does remain resting on their knees. His face is...essentially hidden by his hair, but their ears are a bright red. Well. No need to hide what they did.)
"...I ate your cuff."
Oh. [That did happen, yes.] Well good job? I’m… Yours now… Uh…
Whyy would you— Do that? Eh, whatever, jus’… Make good use of me…
(...Do you not...remember what happened? Ah. Yes. That is a side effect of being drunk.)
"...Ribbon you tried to kill yourself. And-"
(...)
"...You also kissed me. And when I had told you that I wouldn't- I wasn't going to kiss you. Not like that. When- When I told you that, you asked if I was going to watch you die."
(They're staring at you with this look of horror. Also an embarrassed one, but mostly a look of horror.)
"I wasn't going to just watch- I couldn't just- I didn't- Ribbon that was the most stressed I have been in years. I don't-...I don't know what I would've done if you were actually dead."
[He stares at you, trying to process everything just what you said.] Tried to kill myself… Uh, yeah, wouldn’t be the first time. Don’t really have much to live for anyway now that.. Bees dead. So. I can see that happening…
I can also really see me kissing you. You are really fucking pretty. ‘N you’re tasty too. Fuck being drunk for like a week straight is a bad idea— Feel like shit…
[The idea that someone actually cares enough to prevent his death—albeit in a questionable way—is… foreign. He tries not to think about it much which is easier than it should be, probably.]
"Wouldn't have been the- Ribbon, what the fuck?"
(You calling them pretty again is. It's not helping them think right, that's for certain. That- He can have a mental breakdown about that later. You've tried to do this before?)
(...Also who is Bee?)
Do I look mentally stable to you? ‘Course I’ve tried to fuckin’ kill myself before…. Jus’ wish I actually went through with it… [Then none of this would have happened. Bee would probably still be alive too. He sighs. He’s… Weirdly enough, completely empty. There’s just nothing. Weird.] Aaanyway, seriously, what are you gunna do with me? I can be whatever you want. Jus’ tell me already, won’t you..?
"...I don't want you to be what I want you to be. Why would I want that? That- That's so stupid- Goddesses sake, I'm stupid! You told me what your cuff did--granted not in detail--and I still ate it! Why did I eat it? I could've just- I could've just held onto it! It wouldn't have been that difficult-"
(They groan, their head falling forward to hit their knees again. There's no sound from them aside from their breathing for a moment. Then they're looking up at you again.)
"If you get your cuff back would you- You wouldn't have to listen to me, would you?"
[He listens to your self-deprecating spiel, finding no reason to interrupt. What you’re saying isn’t entirely untrue anyway. There are plenty of other ways you could’ve dealt with the situation. Anyway—]
I don’t really have to listen to you anyway, not after what Shadow did, but I’d just… Really like to? It… Feels nice when I do things right for someone… [Sure, the mindset he’s forced into is a bit tiring, but still. It’s true that feeling accomplished is really nice.]
(Their expression morphs into shock for a second before turning into confusion. That...Huh. He can- He can understand that. Though it's not... It's not the same, obviously not. It's still confusing, though.)
"...You want to. Just- Just because it feels nice?"
’S how I was designed, I can’t change it! Easier to control something when they feel good doing it, no? It’s like a failsafe or something.
[He looks at you, and…. He really wants something from you. Just for you to… Do something to him. Stars, it’s like a need. Maybe if he does something for you you’ll kiss him…]
"...Ribbon. I mean this kindly, but once again. What the fuck."
(Hm. That's...Interesting? It- It's unusual. They shuffle in place for a moment before they just...fall backwards? He ends up lying on his back with his hands covering his face.)
Love it when you’re kind to me… [He huffs, and tries to move over to you because it only feels natural, but— He moves the wrong way and a spike of pain settles throughout his body. He falls back to the ground with a mix of a groan and a whine.] S-Stars— Why does that… Feel good….
(They had planned to just lie there and think, but…Damn you Goddesses for making Ribbon someone he cares about. They uncover their face, to pick their head up and look at you.)
“…Everything…Alright?..”
Yeah… Jus’… Everything feels weird… ‘S all just… Good? I don’t know! It’s all weird! And too much… I don’t wanna deal with this shit right now… [He decides to continue to lay where he is, though he does give you a very sad, pathetic, pleading look for you to do something. He doesn’t exactly care what at this point.]
(They stare at you with a blank face before groaning and letting their head fall back again. Damn you and your...frankly adorable expressions.)
"I'm too sober for this."
(He gets why you got drunk to deal with emotions now...Kinda. Not really. More than he had at least.)
[He huffs, dropping the expression when you look away from him.]
I still have a… Lot of illegally acquired alcohol? If you want some? [To prove his point, he summons another full, unopened bottle and shakes it.]
(Their head is lifted again, though this time they've...somewhat pushed themself up. He gives you a considering look before shrugging.)
"Y'know what? Sure. That- That sounds great. Can't fuck this up any more, can I?"
(He stares for a moment before pushing himself up the rest of the way, moving to be closer to you.)
[He holds the bottle out to you, but doesn’t move from his position. He doesn’t need to feel anything more than what he is now, and moving just makes everything worse. He wonders if you’ll be cute when you’re drunk…]
You probably could. Careful, it’s pretty strong.
[Really, he wouldn’t be surprised if just one of these is more than you can handle.]
(He laughs as he takes the bottle from you. It's...slightly hysterical but that's- That's fine. They're fine.)
"Strong is what I need right now."
(With some struggle, they open the bottle and take a drink. They shudder slightly at the taste. That is- That is terrible. How did you manage to drink this? He grumbles something about teaching you what good alcohol tastes like before taking another drink.)
[He continues to just stare at you with a soft smile. He would have a drink, but… He needs to be at his best for you. So he won’t. But he’ll indulge you as much as you want him to!]
Hehe, yeah, ‘s pretty bad.
(They glare at you, though it seems playful.)
"Why do you drink this? It's so bad."
(Despite this they take another drink. He can ignore the taste. Honestly, the more he drinks it the easier that gets. Which...makes sense. Also the more they drink, the more they realize how cute you are. He could probably carry you easily...Well, not right now, they'd probably drop you. But later...Later they may have to test that.)
Because it’s the strongest stuff I’ve found. [He leans his head on one of his hands. Still, he can’t look away. He wishes you would just run your hands through his hair. Maybe he could teach you how to braid it, if you don’t know already.] It’s easy to get completely wasted on.
"Hm. Fair 'nough."
(He blinks at you slowly, almost like a cat. Huh. They thought you were the cat. Whatever. They hesitate for a moment before they sort of just...collapse into your side.)
"Did you know that you make me feel insane? 'Cause- 'Cause you do."
[As soon as you lean into him, it’s almost like he’s the drunk one. Your touch is like a drug, maybe a reward. What is he even being rewarded for? Whatever, he just knows he likes it. Suddenly, he’s purring uncontrollably, and leaning into you as much as he can.]
Mmm… Why?
"I dunno! You're just-"
(There's a groan as they take another drink. Wow, you were right. This is strong.)
"You're too cute. I wanna just keep you forever. I'm not gunna cuz you're- You don't deserve to be stuck with me. Unless you'd want that. Then you do deserve it."
[He tries to nuzzle in closer to you, nearly wrapping himself completely around you. Still, his purrs only get louder. He looks up to you, and what you can see could only be described as lovesick.] I’d love to be stuck with you… Forever and ever and ever… ‘N you could do whatever you want with me. [Theres a certain lilt to his voice you’ve never really heard from him.] I’m yours, Keir.
[Even this is a bit uncharacteristic of him.]
(Huh. That's...This is probably something that the two of you need to have a conversation about but he's...Hm. He wouldn't be able to phrase anything right, and he's...probably going to forget this happened. Being drunk is weird. Helpful, though. Sometimes. Not really.)
"...Mine?"
(Oh, that...that is a thought. If you were theirs, they could do so much to you. So many things. You could do so much to them. Could they be yours as much as you are theirs?)
(They go to take another drink from the bottle only to find that they've emptied it. There's a suprised blink before he shrugs and places it to the side. Whatever. He has...other things to focus on. Like you! Oh look at you...They could just stay at your side forever. You're so warm...the warmest. There's a giddy smile on their face as they wrap their arms around you.)
[He situates himself so that he’s once again in your lap, though he doesn’t try anything. He’s kind of just goes limp in your arms, continuing to look up at you like you hung the moon.]
Yours.. All yours.
[This is a strange feeling. It’s too… It’s too intense. But he can’t find it in himself to care. He is yours after all, you made him yours. He can’t argue with that fact. It’s actually impossible for him to.]
(He hums in acknowledgment, staring at you with plain adoration clear on his face. One of their hands comes up to cup your face. You truly are adorable. He can think that so many times and it won't get old. Well not to his drunken brain at least. It might get repetitive if they were sober.)
(They're somewhat tempted to see if they could play their harp like this...with you in their lap and with their muddled thoughts. It'd probably be shit, but...It's a tempting thought.)
"I told you that you were the cutest ever, right? That- If I haven't I should've. 'Cause you are. You're the cutest ever. The most cute. Cuter than...Cuter than an otter. And those fuzzy things are cute! But you're cuter."
Hehe… [He sort of looks off to the side, clearly flustered. He leans further into your hand, and his neck is a bit more visible right now, especially without the cuff around it.] You’re really drunk, aren’t you?
[He still doesn’t know how to take a compliment. You can tell from how embarrassed he looks.]
"...'s like you said, that was...strong alcohol."
(They run their thumb over your cheek, watching your face. Hm. They could probably kiss you right now, couldn't they? You...You weren't drunk anymore and you had said that you could see yourself kissing him. Right? That- That would mean you want to kiss them.)
(...)
(The Goddesses are probably laughing at him right now, aren't they?)
(Shaking that thought out of their brain, their eyes dart to your neck. Oh. Your skin is pretty. Well, all of you is. He finds himself leaning down to press a kiss to the side of your neck.)
[As soon as your lips meet his skin, it sends a shiver down his non-existent spine. One of his hands drifts to the back of your head, and his claws dig into your scalp just slight enough for you to really feel it. He whines quietly, and closes his eyes just to make sure he takes in the feeling completely.]
[He leans his head a bit on your shoulder. He saw that look in your eyes, and he wishes you acted on that. Really, he almost did, but he can’t. Not without permission. He pulls you a bit closer to him.]
(You can feel their smile on as they continue to press kisses to your skin. When you grab his hair, he groans. They pull back from your neck, just enough to look at you.)
“…Ribbon, can you look at me?”
..Hm?
[He tries, and ends up making shaky eye contact with you along with a nervous smile. He’s breathing just a bit heavier than usual.]
Y-Yeah?
“Nothin’. J’st wanted t’ see your face.”
(They smile wider.)
“You think you could loosen your grip on my hair?”
(You look even cuter when you’re nervous. He could stare at your eyes forever. And your smile…Really just you.)
[He whines more, but his grip does loosen. Not to mention him being completely flustered and covered in a light blush.]
You— You… [Yeah, it’s hard to talk right now. He still wishes you would just kiss him.]
“Me?”
(They’re teasing now. They’re absolutely teasing you. He’s got a…smug grin on his face and his eyes are shining with entertainment.)
(One of his hands is resting upon the small of your back. The other has moved to the side of your neck. Oh. Was their face always that close to yours? They don’t remember moving.)
[He frowns slightly, though the smile never quite leaves his face.] Youuu… Are a fuckin’ trouble maker… [Immediately, he buries his head under your chin to at least hide a little bit. His hand does go up to meet yours, however, and hold it. He runs his thumb over your fingers gently.]
“Don’ hide… I wanna see your eeyes..”
(They do. They’re truly do want to keep seeing your eyes.)
“Also ‘m the trouble maker?”
(His hand on your back moves to wrap around your waist, almost hugging you to his chest. You’re really warm. It’s like sitting next to a fire.)
[He grumbles, and only huddles closer to you. He doesn’t bother dignifying that. Like this, you can see most of the ground behind him.] You are… Trying to embarrass me… [But he’s not complaining. Anything you do is a gift to him. He would love to be flustered to death by you.]
“Nuh uh…’m just…I dunno…”
(They don’t want to see the ground. That isn’t you. He’s grab your chin, pulling you to look at him again.)
“Jus’…Jus’ wanna…look at you.”
(He wants to kiss you. Hm. That thought is back. They probably could…Hmm. Should they is the question…You’d probably be okay with it…)
(Making their mind up, he presses a kiss to your lips. It’s quick and more of a peck, but it happens.)
Mm… [Its still hard to look at you. You’re just so… He whines. But he tries to work up the confidence to actually say something.] Put me on display, then. Pin me up somewhere so you can look at me all day.
I wouldn’t mind.
[He can sort of sense it when you decide to go in, but he isn’t really ready for the feeling he gets when you actually do it. Immediately he melts into you, and his eyes gain a sort of dazed quality to them. It wasn’t even that much, but he wants more. He's a greedy little thing.]
…You can do better than that, love…
(They had a flush to their face. Be it from your words or the alcohol, it's hard to tell...Probably a mix of the two, honestly. He hums, almost uncertain.)
"I dunno, Ribbon. I might mess something up." (They pause before muttering under their breath.) "Hard enough to kiss when 'm sober."
(Pin you up...Hm. Maybe not. He likes being close to you as well. Likes touching you. That'd be hard to do if you were pinned up somewhere.)
[He hums as well, almost mimicking you really.] You could always let me take the lead. You’re hardly the first person I’ve kissed, you know. Hehe, I’ve even kissed Zomi before you! [Well, more like it kissed him, but he’s not about to go thinking about that too hard. It’s embarrassing. He huffs slightly.]
Though that’s not a bad thing for you, of course, it just means I’ve had practice. Better for you even. [He tilts his head, and then he moves his hands to the back of your neck.] I’ve kissed you once before, haven’t I? Don’t you want more of that? Because all you have to do is give me the go-ahead. I’ll be glad to deliver. Whatever you want from me, Keir. Anything at all.
[He tries to keep himself talking just a bit longer than he would have. He has a strong feeling you like hearing him talk, after all. Suddenly, it’s like his world revolves around you, and solely you. It’s strange, almost, but… He thinks he could get used to it.]
(Their eyes grow hazy the more you talk, but they still stare at you. He's silent as he processes your words. Oh. Oh, but he does want more of that. They want you to kiss them. How do they say that though?)
(He whines. He wants to bury his face in the side of your neck while he tries to figure out how to word things, but he wants to keep staring. You're too pretty to be real. They can touch you, though, which means that you are real. They're silent for a minute longer, and when they do speak, their voice is quiet.)
"...Please. Ribbon, I want that."
[He smiles, and one of his hands moves to hold your cheek.] I just love that look on your face… You really are beautiful. Truly. [Hearing you say it, too, not just seeing that look of want… He leans in close, though not quite close enough quite yet.] Whatever you want, Keir. [It’s a whisper. Just barely loud enough to be heard.]
[He closes the gap, barely giving you time to prepare before his tongue works its way through your lips and into your mouth. He can really barely hold himself back. Both of his hands trail down your front, and you can feel his claws through your shirt. Luckily, it doesn’t rip. He eventually gets to the skin of your stomach, and then he starts working his way under your shirt again.]
(They can feel their face burning. He's obviously not on fire, but he's almost too warm. It's not from you. Your warmth is comforting. They're just overheating.)
(He almost says something before he's cut off by you kissing him. Oh. Oh, that's your tongue. He didn't realize that was a thing you could do. Ever. Oh, but that is nice. They could probably die here. They'd die happy.)
(They barely realize that they're whining into your mouth as their arms wrap further around you. One hand lands on the back of your head, the other essentially trapping you against his chest. They don't even realize that your hands are under their shirt. Or that you could've ripped it. That doesn't matter right now.)
[His claws start to dig into your stomach. He doesn’t know if he accidentally made you bleed or not, but he doesn’t think so. But he would love to feel your blood underneath his hands…]
[It’s hard to make this any deeper than it is, but he tries. He ends up pushing you to the ground in the process, accompanied by a sort of possessive growl that you can feel in your chest with how close you are to him. And he cant get enough of the little sounds you make, either. He wants more of those, so he only kisses you harder. His claws dig deeper into your skin, scratching at it. Right now, to him, the only thing that matters in the world is you.]
(He almost wants your claws in their stomach, but that...Does he have potions on him? If they do then you could- They can't remember, though. And you kissing them is making it harder to think back on what they have.)
(When his back hits the ground, he grunts but quickly adjusts. He's holding you so gently, but also so securely. They don't want to let you go. They don't want you to move back. Eventually they'll have to but...that...isn't important right now.)
(They groan around your tongue as your claws continue to dig into their skin. They want you to leave deeper scratches. He wants it to scar. He already has your bite marks on his skin, what would a couple scratches be compared to that?)
[You’re the one thats in control of him, right now. But with you under him like this, it’s hard to remind himself of that fact. It’s so easy to get lost in things like this, especially now. He cant help but wonder— Is this what you’ll use him for during the time you have him? He wouldn’t mind, not at all. It feels too good for him to mind.]
[He continues to scratch at your skin, but it never goes all that deep. He doesn’t know if he’s even allowed to hurt you right now, but stars, does he want to. Hurting things is his specialty, it’s what he was made to do. Its only right that he shares that with you, isn’t it? But he doesn’t, not yet, not until you tell him to.]
(They don't realize why you haven't done anything for a moment longer than they would've liked. Reluctantly, he pulls his head back. Just enough to break the kiss so they can talk. And breath. That's something they forgot to do. His chest is rising and falling fast, but not to the point of hyperventilating.)
"Ribbon- Ribbon. Please. I want..."
(How do they phrase this without seeming too odd.)
"I want you to scar me."
(Hm. That works. If you think they're weird, they'll...figure that out...Hm. They want to go back to kissing you now, but they want to hear your response.)
[As soon as you pull away, you realise he’s just… Not breathing, not whatsoever. But he doesn’t seem concerned, or even affected.] Scar you, hm..? [It takes him a second to get off the high that is all of this… This. And actually process your words. When he does, he smirks.] I could… But what will you give me in return? [Really, he has no right to be saying that. But he cant help himself.] Awfully big favor you’re asking of me there, you know. You’ll have to repay it somehow.
[If you ask again, he’ll do it without hesitation. But still. He can still want things as of now, and that is certainly something he wants from you. Anything, really, just for you to do something to him.]
(You're making them think? That- They whine. They can't think. Not when you stare at them like that.)
"I-"
(He cuts himself off with another whine. They hadn't processed the fact you weren't breathing before, but that- You- How can you be this unaffected?)
"Ribbon, please. Anything. I- I'll do anything. Just- Just please."
(Oh, that's...more than they meant to say. Hm. Oh well. Not important. Really, it isn't.)
[…This is fun.] Not very specific, are you? Fine, fine, I’ll let you have creative freedom when it comes to paying me back. The sooner the better!
[Finally, his claws break skin, digging into your abdomen. He can feel the blood, and his smile grows. Slowly, he starts dragging his claws downwards. He doesn’t go back in for another kiss, instead, just watching you. Watching for your reactions.]
(Their face scrunches up from the pain, but there's also a clear joy on their face. They're smiling, oh so happily.)
"Tha- Thank you, Ribbon- So good. You're so good for me. Could stay like this forever. Jus'- Jus' yours. Let you do whatever."
(He's rambling. He absolutely is. You've barely done anything and they're already a mess. It's probably the alcohol's fault, but you'd probably be able to get them like this without it, as well. His breath hitches every so often and whines interrupt their speech, but they push through it.)
[He wants to feel your organs against his claws again. He lets out a shaky breath— Just one, and then he goes quiet again. His claws continue to drag down your skin, creating deep gashes, very purposeful gashes. The blood stains your shirt, just a bit.]
[And— Stars, he cant help it when his blush intensifies at your words. He whines, and he wants more of that. His entire purpose is to be good for you, it’s what he was made for. He loves the sound of those words in your voice. He wants to pry them out of you.]
(They pull you down into another kiss. It's short, but it's sweet. He pulls away from you, but he just moves his face to your shoulder, burying his face into your neck.)
"So good. You'd-" (He muffles a whine by pressing his face further into your neck.) "You'd do anything I asked, wouldn't you? I could tell you to never stop. 'm not gunna, but I could."
(They don't care about their shirt. They can replace it. Or wash it. They wonder if you're aware they're still scared from when you bit them. He's certainly not going to point it out. That'd be embarrassing. He could've easily healed the marks with a potion...Dunno why he didn't.)
"So, so good for me."
[He whines again. Your words are getting to his head. His claws stop for a second, only to go back to the top of the gashes and go over them again.] Of course… Anything, I’d do anything you want me to… [This feeling really does just make him feel drunk off of it. Off of what, exactly, he’s not sure. But as long as you have his cuff, he can’t help but be addicted.] Wanna be good for you…
‘N then you can do whatever you want with me. I could be your toy, and you—[Stars, he wants that. He takes a breath.]—and you could do anything to me. Please, hurt me, you do it so well, I jus’—[Another breath, his claws keep gouging lines into your abdomen.]—just please, stars, let me be your plaything… Won’t you? I’ll do anything you ask….
(The pain of having your claws in their abdomen is catching up to them, stealing the breath that they would've used to speak. They muffle a groan of pain by biting your neck. He doesn't let go for a while, and when he does let go he just bites a new spot. Their teeth aren't sharp enough to do any real damage, but they bite nonetheless.)
(Their arms have ended up loosely wrapped around your torso by this point. They'd squeeze you to their chest again if they weren't so out of it.)
(He had been walking around aimlessly when he heard...talking. He could only hear one voice, but it sounded like you. He had started towards you, but the talking...stopped.)
(...)
(They were practically running now. There's a moment where they think they might've just imagined your voice, but...That doesn't stop him from running. There's a moment of silence from them when they stumble upon you. Then they panic.)
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[He's laying on his side in the grass, somewhat curled up. His eyes are open, but… He doesn’t look there. Like he’s completely dazed. He’s not breathing, not moving at all. Really, he does look dead.]
[Theres a single empty bottle of alcohol off to the side, and his face and ear tips look suspiciously flushed.]
“Ribbon- Ribbon. Hey- Look at me-”
(They rush over to you, kneeling at your side. He cradles your face between his hands, staring at you with so, so much worry.)
[His eyes refocus, though only barely. He leans into your touch, but still… It doesn’t seem like he’s all that present yet.]
“Shit, Ribbon- What happened?-”
(They start to check you for injuries. There- There has to be something they can fix.)
[Theres nothing you can directly see. And… Holy shit you’re actually really pretty. That realisation comes with a blink and a bit of light returning to his eyes. Though he does start crawling on top of you, which just hurts. He whines.] Feelss good…. You.. Mmm, Keir… [He missed having someone like this. He’s in your lap now, his chest pressed against yours, and his arms wrapped around you in some lazy semblance of a hug.]
(Their shoulders relax ever so slightly as you talk, but they’re still tense. Why are you so out of it- He certain alcohol doesn’t make someone act- Act like this!)
“What- What feels good, Ribbon?”
(They’re still searching for injuries. Any sign of one. Anything that would tell them why you’re like this. They also need you to keep talking to them. If- If you’re talking then you’re alive.)
E-Ehv’rythin’.. ‘S hurts… Hehe, mmm… You’re real pretty… [His hands start working their way under the rim of your shirt, and he presses himself closer to you. It sort of forces you backwards a bit.]
[…He wants another drink. One of his hands is taken off from you to summon a new bottle.]
(With one hand, they grab the wrist of the hand that summons a new bottle. Their other wraps itself around your waist.)
“Ribbon, before you take another drink, what do you mean everything hurts?”
(His face had gone pink when you called him pretty. There are…more important things to worry about currently, though.)
’S jus’ th’normal stuhff… [But it’s worse.] Feels… Good…. [His other hand, the one not holding the freaky alcohol, starts trailing up your back from under your shirt. His claws sometimes scratch at your skin.]
[His eyes latch onto your neck. He leans forwards a bit to give your throat a lick, then his eyes go up to meet yours again.] Gunna make me better…?
“…Right. Ribbon, I need you to listen for a moment.”
(They can feel their face getting warmer every time your claws scratch at their back. He needs to focus, though. You’re drunk.)
“I don’t want to do anything to you while you’re drunk. I need you to be of…sound mind before I do anything. As much as I would love to make you feel better, I don’t think that is a good idea.”
(You licking their neck brings memories to the surface. Things that they need to shove down before they’re properly tempted to make you feel better.)
[…He doesn’t look like he processed a word you just said. Instead, he just smiles at you, all teeth. And then he wrenches his wrist from you, uncorks the bottle with his teeth, and takes a large drink of it, swallowing once while there’s still clearly some still in his mouth. And then—]
[And then his lips are suddenly on yours. His hand on your back moves quickly up to the back of your neck, wrapping his claws around it almost. All you can taste from him is alcohol.]
(He had been about to say something. To repeat what he had said, or tell you off for drinking more. But then your lips are on theirs and they can’t seem to think straight.)
(The taste of alcohol is overwhelming. Was there still some in your mouth? He can’t linger on that thought for long. He can’t truly savor the moment because you’re drunk.)
(They move to pull back from you, to break off the kiss. They don’t particularly want to but they’re still feeling rational right now.)
[As soon as you try and pull back, he just brings you into a deeper kiss. A bit of alcohol drips from the corner of his mouth. And then his tongue is forcing its way past your lips, along with a bit of alcohol.]
[His hand drifts from your neck to the back of your head, and half of your shirt has been dragged upwards as he’s moved his arm, exposing a good amount of your skin. He grabs a handful of your hair, not really letting you pull back anymore.]
(There’s a moment where they freeze. They clearly hadn’t expected…well, any of this. He whines into your mouth as his lips part for your tongue. This- This is wrong. You’re drunk.)
(Their hand that had previously held your wrist goes to try and push at your shoulder. To try and get you to back off. He can’t move back, so he needs you to move instead.)
(They don’t pay attention to the fact their shirt has moved. It’s not important right now.)
[It’s only when he’s pushed the rest of the alcohol into your mouth from his does he stop. Slowly, he pulls back, and looks at you with half-lidded eyes. He licks his lips, humming.] Tastes good… Get drunk with me, llove.. Won’t’cha? Plen’y for both’a uss… C’mon, le’s have a bit’a fun! Pleeease…? Wanna forget.. ‘Bout ev’rythin’ I’m… I can do…
[He goes down to start kissing at your neck instead.]
(He swallows the alcohol that had been pushed into his mouth. He stares at you with wide eyes and an extremely flushed face. There’s no way this is actually happening. This has to be a dream…It’s a very realistic one if it is.)
“Ribbon, that- That’s not a good idea.”
(The rational part of their brain is working overdrive, it seems. The kisses you press to their neck make it hard to think, but he can’t be terribly distracted. He needs to find a way to get you…not drunk.)
Mmm… Why’s that..? [His tone just seems…. Sad. But you can tell from the look in his eyes that he’s anything but.] Don’ ya wanna make me happy..? Youu make me sooo happy, you’re sso… Tasty! Could jus’ eat you whole… ‘N you’re so pretty, pin ya up somewhere so I can jus’ look at’cha all th’time… [He wraps the arm that currently holds the alcohol bottle around you in such a way that he can drape the bottle over your shoulder, right next to your face.]
C’monnn! Get drunk wit’ meee! It can be cel’bration for… Not ssuisi- Suicidin’ myself… [Thinking about that, how is he still alive again? Didn’t he slice his cuff? Huh. Maybe this is the afterlife. But he’s not allowed there, so maybe he’s just so stupid he can’t even kill himself right. Wasn’t there a reason he wasn’t supposed to do that? He can’t remember anything! Wow!]
Keirr… Pleasee..? Please won’t ya jus’… ‘ave a bit’a fun..?
(He remains staring at you. That...was a lot to process.)
"Fun? Ribbon, there are other ways to- Wait. Ribbon what do you mean you didn't 'suicide yourself?'"
(His arm that had wrapped around your waist tightens around you. The hand on your shoulder squeezes. He's searching your face for...something. They have a pretty good idea as to what you meant but that- They don't want to think about that. But they need to know.)
Nuh-uh… Nnot anymore… But tha’s ’kay, ‘cause you’re here! You… You’re fun! You’re ffun… ‘N tasty….
[He completely disregards your other question, though his face doesn’t fall. He just looks happy. Maybe a bit manic, actually.]
Won’t’cha kiss me..? Feels good when ya do… [He unwraps his arm from you, leaning back to take a drink from the bottle he has. It burns like hell as it goes down.]
(There's...not much visible on their face other than pure concern.)
"Ribbon that-..."
(He cuts himself off. That's...That's a conversation he needs to have with you when you're sober. You're clearly not going to answer any questions about it right now.)
"...I'm not going to kiss you Ribbon. I don't- I don't know how many times I have to say this, but you're drunk. I don't....want to do something to you that I'm not certain you're fine with."
[His face falls slightly, but it’s quickly brought up again. He pulls back from you, pushing himself off of you in the process. He brings the bottle back up to his mouth and just… Chugs the rest. And he throws it off to the side with an easy smile.] ‘Kay then… See ya.
[He falls to his back, then rolls onto his stomach. A small flash of light, and he has a choker necklace in his hands, the one around his neck clearly not there. He hums a tune as he stares at the thing, kicking his feet a bit. He slowly runs his claws across the surface.]
(They watch as you move away, a brow raised.)
"...Ribbon, I'm not leaving."
(He's not going to just leave you here. Just because you're...weirdly powerful, doesn't mean you're not vulnerable when drunk. They adjust to be sitting cross legged, but other than that they just...sort of watch you.)
Mm, ‘kay. Gunna watch me die then? [He looks back at you, absolutely nothing negative in his eyes. Just a faint glint of hope and excitement. He holds the cuff above his head to wave at you before bringing it back down to continue to mess with it.]
[…He told you about this once, he thinks. What this does, what this is to him.]
‘M gunna go see Bee… Hehe..! [First he just has to work up the courage to.]
(There's a moment where he just stares at you as his brain processes your words. And then he's lunging to grab the cuff from you.)
"That- No! Ribbon, I'm not going to just watch you die!"
[He doesn’t have time to process or react to you lunging for him. He whines when you take it from him, arms falling forward. But he just… Can’t make himself get angry at you. At all. He’s… Missing something.]
[It’s simpler this way, though, isn’t it?]
…What’re ya gunna do wit’that..?
"I- I don't know!"
(They really don't. They just...acted. There wasn't much thought behind what they did.)
"What I do know, is that I'm not just going to watch you kill yourself. That-"
(He's looking at you with...concern? Horror? Some combination of the two? They hold the cuff away from you with one hand, while the other hesitantly reaches for one of your hands.)
"Ribbon, I care too much about you to just watch that happen."
[He thinks…. He might be supposed to be feeling sad right now? Instead, there’s nothing. Huh. That’s not even the alcohol doing that. Well, whatever! He gives you a smile, and lays his head on the grass, looking up at you. He… Misses Bee. At least he still has that. He can’t wait to see it again, one day.]
[He hums, still just gazing up at you.] ‘M not’a good person, love… ‘Ss nice that’ya think you care ffor me though. [He wonders if his death would be pretty. An unfitting end for him, he thinks.]
But… Gotta make a— A choice now, don’t’cha? Puttit on, orrr give it back! But I could jus’ steal it from you again… [Thats a lie. He couldn’t do that even if he had the capacity to want to.]
"Just- Just because you aren't a good person doesn't mean I can't care!"
(Their expression has shifted to...hurt. They're still concerned, obviously so, but...they're hurt. Did you think he didn't care about you? That- Why would he not care? You've been nothing but sweet to him.)
"...Ribbon, I can't- I can't trust you with this," (He shakes the cuff) "Right now. I- I can't risk what will happen if I give it back."
(He doesn't...know how to put it on. If he did, it would've probably already have been on. They can't- They really can't risk losing you. Not like this, at least.)
[He sighs, the rolls over on his back so he can cross his arms at you.] Thenn what’cha gunna do with it, huh? Won’ give it back, won’ puttit on— You gunna fuckin’… Eat it? Or somethin’? Make a choice! Tha’s lit— leh— uh… That’s me you’re holdin’…!
[Still, he sounds more playful than anything.]
(They pause, narrowing their eyes at you. There's a moment of silence before a neutral expression appears on their face. They've let go of your hand and are now holding the cuff with both hands.)
"It's edible?"
Whuh? [He seems confused, but as soon as you say that, the cuff shifts and suddenly, it’s a small, easy to swallow pill. Well. He certainly wasn’t expecting that! He stares completely uncomprehendingly at you, and it doesn’t really help that he’s upside down right now.]
(They look between you and the now pill-like cuff they hold for a moment. And then they put it in their mouth and swallow.)
(It's a weird feeling, it is. Swallowing something akin to a pill without any form of liquid to help it go down. It doesn't help that there's...a shift in something. They can't...figure out what the shift is, but they're aware of it.)
K-Keir?? [Okay he wasn’t being serious. When he said that. A very intense blush works its way up his face. Well! He’s too drunk for this!] You— Stars, you don’ even know what you’re doing!
[Shit fuck shit fuck okay! Great. Looks like he has a new holder. Now he just has to shove down the feelings that comes along with that— Fuck this. He curls into a ball and tries to forget you exist.]
(He shudders once he's completely swallowed the cuff. That...They need a reminder to never do something like that again. Swallowing a pill without water, that is. They stare at you as their shoulders slump. Be it from relief or...some other emotion, not even they know.)
"...Ribbon, I would rather get myself into something that I don't understand than watch you die. You-"
(He cuts himself off, exhaling what would've been words in a shaky breath. They end up sitting down with their knees pulled to their chest. There's...so much they could say here. So much that they want to say. And yet none of the words will flow.)
[He buries his face in his claws and screams. When he’s done with that, he pushes himself upwards. He has to get— Less drunk. Because he has to be effective and efficient. Because that’s what he’s for. Stars— He doesn’t miss this mindset. It doesn’t help that it was so sudden! Whatever.]
[He sits on his knees and looks to you with a smile. If he could be angry right now, there would be much more bite to his tone.] Con-fuckin’-grasluations—[Fuck he’s so good at talking]—youu have complete control over me. Yay for you! High teir summon jus’ for you! I’m allll yours!
Can I— Jus’ go get. Not drunk. Real quick?
(They blink at you several times before their brain catches up to them. Oh. Oh. That was stupid of them to do, wasn't it? You- You had breifly told them about how the cuff worked. About how whoever had it- Oh Goddesses, he just ate the damned thing-)
"Yup! Yeah, that- You go do that."
(He's started to hit his head on his knees. Stupid- Irrational- Idiot.)
Grreat! [He can’t go very far from you but— He disappears in a flash of light. You wait a few seconds, and then he’s back.]
[…Face first on the grass. He groans.] Fuck forgot about hangover— Uhhh, what the fuck is goin’ on? Did you do something…? I… Really wanna do things for you right now…
(They've stopped hitting their head, but it does remain resting on their knees. His face is...essentially hidden by his hair, but their ears are a bright red. Well. No need to hide what they did.)
"...I ate your cuff."
Oh. [That did happen, yes.] Well good job? I’m… Yours now… Uh…
Whyy would you— Do that? Eh, whatever, jus’… Make good use of me…
(...Do you not...remember what happened? Ah. Yes. That is a side effect of being drunk.)
"...Ribbon you tried to kill yourself. And-"
(...)
"...You also kissed me. And when I had told you that I wouldn't- I wasn't going to kiss you. Not like that. When- When I told you that, you asked if I was going to watch you die."
(They're staring at you with this look of horror. Also an embarrassed one, but mostly a look of horror.)
"I wasn't going to just watch- I couldn't just- I didn't- Ribbon that was the most stressed I have been in years. I don't-...I don't know what I would've done if you were actually dead."
[He stares at you, trying to process everything just what you said.] Tried to kill myself… Uh, yeah, wouldn’t be the first time. Don’t really have much to live for anyway now that.. Bees dead. So. I can see that happening…
I can also really see me kissing you. You are really fucking pretty. ‘N you’re tasty too. Fuck being drunk for like a week straight is a bad idea— Feel like shit…
[The idea that someone actually cares enough to prevent his death—albeit in a questionable way—is… foreign. He tries not to think about it much which is easier than it should be, probably.]
"Wouldn't have been the- Ribbon, what the fuck?"
(You calling them pretty again is. It's not helping them think right, that's for certain. That- He can have a mental breakdown about that later. You've tried to do this before?)
(...Also who is Bee?)
Do I look mentally stable to you? ‘Course I’ve tried to fuckin’ kill myself before…. Jus’ wish I actually went through with it… [Then none of this would have happened. Bee would probably still be alive too. He sighs. He’s… Weirdly enough, completely empty. There’s just nothing. Weird.] Aaanyway, seriously, what are you gunna do with me? I can be whatever you want. Jus’ tell me already, won’t you..?
"...I don't want you to be what I want you to be. Why would I want that? That- That's so stupid- Goddesses sake, I'm stupid! You told me what your cuff did--granted not in detail--and I still ate it! Why did I eat it? I could've just- I could've just held onto it! It wouldn't have been that difficult-"
(They groan, their head falling forward to hit their knees again. There's no sound from them aside from their breathing for a moment. Then they're looking up at you again.)
"If you get your cuff back would you- You wouldn't have to listen to me, would you?"
[He listens to your self-deprecating spiel, finding no reason to interrupt. What you’re saying isn’t entirely untrue anyway. There are plenty of other ways you could’ve dealt with the situation. Anyway—]
I don’t really have to listen to you anyway, not after what Shadow did, but I’d just… Really like to? It… Feels nice when I do things right for someone… [Sure, the mindset he’s forced into is a bit tiring, but still. It’s true that feeling accomplished is really nice.]
(Their expression morphs into shock for a second before turning into confusion. That...Huh. He can- He can understand that. Though it's not... It's not the same, obviously not. It's still confusing, though.)
"...You want to. Just- Just because it feels nice?"
’S how I was designed, I can’t change it! Easier to control something when they feel good doing it, no? It’s like a failsafe or something.
[He looks at you, and…. He really wants something from you. Just for you to… Do something to him. Stars, it’s like a need. Maybe if he does something for you you’ll kiss him…]
"...Ribbon. I mean this kindly, but once again. What the fuck."
(Hm. That's...Interesting? It- It's unusual. They shuffle in place for a moment before they just...fall backwards? He ends up lying on his back with his hands covering his face.)
Love it when you’re kind to me… [He huffs, and tries to move over to you because it only feels natural, but— He moves the wrong way and a spike of pain settles throughout his body. He falls back to the ground with a mix of a groan and a whine.] S-Stars— Why does that… Feel good….
(They had planned to just lie there and think, but…Damn you Goddesses for making Ribbon someone he cares about. They uncover their face, to pick their head up and look at you.)
“…Everything…Alright?..”
Yeah… Jus’… Everything feels weird… ‘S all just… Good? I don’t know! It’s all weird! And too much… I don’t wanna deal with this shit right now… [He decides to continue to lay where he is, though he does give you a very sad, pathetic, pleading look for you to do something. He doesn’t exactly care what at this point.]
(They stare at you with a blank face before groaning and letting their head fall back again. Damn you and your...frankly adorable expressions.)
"I'm too sober for this."
(He gets why you got drunk to deal with emotions now...Kinda. Not really. More than he had at least.)
[He huffs, dropping the expression when you look away from him.]
I still have a… Lot of illegally acquired alcohol? If you want some? [To prove his point, he summons another full, unopened bottle and shakes it.]
(Their head is lifted again, though this time they've...somewhat pushed themself up. He gives you a considering look before shrugging.)
"Y'know what? Sure. That- That sounds great. Can't fuck this up any more, can I?"
(He stares for a moment before pushing himself up the rest of the way, moving to be closer to you.)
[He holds the bottle out to you, but doesn’t move from his position. He doesn’t need to feel anything more than what he is now, and moving just makes everything worse. He wonders if you’ll be cute when you’re drunk…]
You probably could. Careful, it’s pretty strong.
[Really, he wouldn’t be surprised if just one of these is more than you can handle.]
(He laughs as he takes the bottle from you. It's...slightly hysterical but that's- That's fine. They're fine.)
"Strong is what I need right now."
(With some struggle, they open the bottle and take a drink. They shudder slightly at the taste. That is- That is terrible. How did you manage to drink this? He grumbles something about teaching you what good alcohol tastes like before taking another drink.)
[He continues to just stare at you with a soft smile. He would have a drink, but… He needs to be at his best for you. So he won’t. But he’ll indulge you as much as you want him to!]
Hehe, yeah, ‘s pretty bad.
(They glare at you, though it seems playful.)
"Why do you drink this? It's so bad."
(Despite this they take another drink. He can ignore the taste. Honestly, the more he drinks it the easier that gets. Which...makes sense. Also the more they drink, the more they realize how cute you are. He could probably carry you easily...Well, not right now, they'd probably drop you. But later...Later they may have to test that.)
Because it’s the strongest stuff I’ve found. [He leans his head on one of his hands. Still, he can’t look away. He wishes you would just run your hands through his hair. Maybe he could teach you how to braid it, if you don’t know already.] It’s easy to get completely wasted on.
"Hm. Fair 'nough."
(He blinks at you slowly, almost like a cat. Huh. They thought you were the cat. Whatever. They hesitate for a moment before they sort of just...collapse into your side.)
"Did you know that you make me feel insane? 'Cause- 'Cause you do."
[As soon as you lean into him, it’s almost like he’s the drunk one. Your touch is like a drug, maybe a reward. What is he even being rewarded for? Whatever, he just knows he likes it. Suddenly, he’s purring uncontrollably, and leaning into you as much as he can.]
Mmm… Why?
"I dunno! You're just-"
(There's a groan as they take another drink. Wow, you were right. This is strong.)
"You're too cute. I wanna just keep you forever. I'm not gunna cuz you're- You don't deserve to be stuck with me. Unless you'd want that. Then you do deserve it."
[He tries to nuzzle in closer to you, nearly wrapping himself completely around you. Still, his purrs only get louder. He looks up to you, and what you can see could only be described as lovesick.] I’d love to be stuck with you… Forever and ever and ever… ‘N you could do whatever you want with me. [Theres a certain lilt to his voice you’ve never really heard from him.] I’m yours, Keir.
[Even this is a bit uncharacteristic of him.]
(Huh. That's...This is probably something that the two of you need to have a conversation about but he's...Hm. He wouldn't be able to phrase anything right, and he's...probably going to forget this happened. Being drunk is weird. Helpful, though. Sometimes. Not really.)
"...Mine?"
(Oh, that...that is a thought. If you were theirs, they could do so much to you. So many things. You could do so much to them. Could they be yours as much as you are theirs?)
(They go to take another drink from the bottle only to find that they've emptied it. There's a suprised blink before he shrugs and places it to the side. Whatever. He has...other things to focus on. Like you! Oh look at you...They could just stay at your side forever. You're so warm...the warmest. There's a giddy smile on their face as they wrap their arms around you.)
[He situates himself so that he’s once again in your lap, though he doesn’t try anything. He’s kind of just goes limp in your arms, continuing to look up at you like you hung the moon.]
Yours.. All yours.
[This is a strange feeling. It’s too… It’s too intense. But he can’t find it in himself to care. He is yours after all, you made him yours. He can’t argue with that fact. It’s actually impossible for him to.]
(He hums in acknowledgment, staring at you with plain adoration clear on his face. One of their hands comes up to cup your face. You truly are adorable. He can think that so many times and it won't get old. Well not to his drunken brain at least. It might get repetitive if they were sober.)
(They're somewhat tempted to see if they could play their harp like this...with you in their lap and with their muddled thoughts. It'd probably be shit, but...It's a tempting thought.)
"I told you that you were the cutest ever, right? That- If I haven't I should've. 'Cause you are. You're the cutest ever. The most cute. Cuter than...Cuter than an otter. And those fuzzy things are cute! But you're cuter."
Hehe… [He sort of looks off to the side, clearly flustered. He leans further into your hand, and his neck is a bit more visible right now, especially without the cuff around it.] You’re really drunk, aren’t you?
[He still doesn’t know how to take a compliment. You can tell from how embarrassed he looks.]
"...'s like you said, that was...strong alcohol."
(They run their thumb over your cheek, watching your face. Hm. They could probably kiss you right now, couldn't they? You...You weren't drunk anymore and you had said that you could see yourself kissing him. Right? That- That would mean you want to kiss them.)
(...)
(The Goddesses are probably laughing at him right now, aren't they?)
(Shaking that thought out of their brain, their eyes dart to your neck. Oh. Your skin is pretty. Well, all of you is. He finds himself leaning down to press a kiss to the side of your neck.)
[As soon as your lips meet his skin, it sends a shiver down his non-existent spine. One of his hands drifts to the back of your head, and his claws dig into your scalp just slight enough for you to really feel it. He whines quietly, and closes his eyes just to make sure he takes in the feeling completely.]
[He leans his head a bit on your shoulder. He saw that look in your eyes, and he wishes you acted on that. Really, he almost did, but he can’t. Not without permission. He pulls you a bit closer to him.]
(You can feel their smile on as they continue to press kisses to your skin. When you grab his hair, he groans. They pull back from your neck, just enough to look at you.)
“…Ribbon, can you look at me?”
..Hm?
[He tries, and ends up making shaky eye contact with you along with a nervous smile. He’s breathing just a bit heavier than usual.]
Y-Yeah?
“Nothin’. J’st wanted t’ see your face.”
(They smile wider.)
“You think you could loosen your grip on my hair?”
(You look even cuter when you’re nervous. He could stare at your eyes forever. And your smile…Really just you.)
[He whines more, but his grip does loosen. Not to mention him being completely flustered and covered in a light blush.]
You— You… [Yeah, it’s hard to talk right now. He still wishes you would just kiss him.]
“Me?”
(They’re teasing now. They’re absolutely teasing you. He’s got a…smug grin on his face and his eyes are shining with entertainment.)
(One of his hands is resting upon the small of your back. The other has moved to the side of your neck. Oh. Was their face always that close to yours? They don’t remember moving.)
[He frowns slightly, though the smile never quite leaves his face.] Youuu… Are a fuckin’ trouble maker… [Immediately, he buries his head under your chin to at least hide a little bit. His hand does go up to meet yours, however, and hold it. He runs his thumb over your fingers gently.]
“Don’ hide… I wanna see your eeyes..”
(They do. They’re truly do want to keep seeing your eyes.)
“Also ‘m the trouble maker?”
(His hand on your back moves to wrap around your waist, almost hugging you to his chest. You’re really warm. It’s like sitting next to a fire.)
[He grumbles, and only huddles closer to you. He doesn’t bother dignifying that. Like this, you can see most of the ground behind him.] You are… Trying to embarrass me… [But he’s not complaining. Anything you do is a gift to him. He would love to be flustered to death by you.]
“Nuh uh…’m just…I dunno…”
(They don’t want to see the ground. That isn’t you. He’s grab your chin, pulling you to look at him again.)
“Jus’…Jus’ wanna…look at you.”
(He wants to kiss you. Hm. That thought is back. They probably could…Hmm. Should they is the question…You’d probably be okay with it…)
(Making their mind up, he presses a kiss to your lips. It’s quick and more of a peck, but it happens.)
Mm… [Its still hard to look at you. You’re just so… He whines. But he tries to work up the confidence to actually say something.] Put me on display, then. Pin me up somewhere so you can look at me all day.
I wouldn’t mind.
[He can sort of sense it when you decide to go in, but he isn’t really ready for the feeling he gets when you actually do it. Immediately he melts into you, and his eyes gain a sort of dazed quality to them. It wasn’t even that much, but he wants more. He's a greedy little thing.]
…You can do better than that, love…
(They had a flush to their face. Be it from your words or the alcohol, it's hard to tell...Probably a mix of the two, honestly. He hums, almost uncertain.)
"I dunno, Ribbon. I might mess something up." (They pause before muttering under their breath.) "Hard enough to kiss when 'm sober."
(Pin you up...Hm. Maybe not. He likes being close to you as well. Likes touching you. That'd be hard to do if you were pinned up somewhere.)
[He hums as well, almost mimicking you really.] You could always let me take the lead. You’re hardly the first person I’ve kissed, you know. Hehe, I’ve even kissed Zomi before you! [Well, more like it kissed him, but he’s not about to go thinking about that too hard. It’s embarrassing. He huffs slightly.]
Though that’s not a bad thing for you, of course, it just means I’ve had practice. Better for you even. [He tilts his head, and then he moves his hands to the back of your neck.] I’ve kissed you once before, haven’t I? Don’t you want more of that? Because all you have to do is give me the go-ahead. I’ll be glad to deliver. Whatever you want from me, Keir. Anything at all.
[He tries to keep himself talking just a bit longer than he would have. He has a strong feeling you like hearing him talk, after all. Suddenly, it’s like his world revolves around you, and solely you. It’s strange, almost, but… He thinks he could get used to it.]
(Their eyes grow hazy the more you talk, but they still stare at you. He's silent as he processes your words. Oh. Oh, but he does want more of that. They want you to kiss them. How do they say that though?)
(He whines. He wants to bury his face in the side of your neck while he tries to figure out how to word things, but he wants to keep staring. You're too pretty to be real. They can touch you, though, which means that you are real. They're silent for a minute longer, and when they do speak, their voice is quiet.)
"...Please. Ribbon, I want that."
[He smiles, and one of his hands moves to hold your cheek.] I just love that look on your face… You really are beautiful. Truly. [Hearing you say it, too, not just seeing that look of want… He leans in close, though not quite close enough quite yet.] Whatever you want, Keir. [It’s a whisper. Just barely loud enough to be heard.]
[He closes the gap, barely giving you time to prepare before his tongue works its way through your lips and into your mouth. He can really barely hold himself back. Both of his hands trail down your front, and you can feel his claws through your shirt. Luckily, it doesn’t rip. He eventually gets to the skin of your stomach, and then he starts working his way under your shirt again.]
(They can feel their face burning. He's obviously not on fire, but he's almost too warm. It's not from you. Your warmth is comforting. They're just overheating.)
(He almost says something before he's cut off by you kissing him. Oh. Oh, that's your tongue. He didn't realize that was a thing you could do. Ever. Oh, but that is nice. They could probably die here. They'd die happy.)
(They barely realize that they're whining into your mouth as their arms wrap further around you. One hand lands on the back of your head, the other essentially trapping you against his chest. They don't even realize that your hands are under their shirt. Or that you could've ripped it. That doesn't matter right now.)
[His claws start to dig into your stomach. He doesn’t know if he accidentally made you bleed or not, but he doesn’t think so. But he would love to feel your blood underneath his hands…]
[It’s hard to make this any deeper than it is, but he tries. He ends up pushing you to the ground in the process, accompanied by a sort of possessive growl that you can feel in your chest with how close you are to him. And he cant get enough of the little sounds you make, either. He wants more of those, so he only kisses you harder. His claws dig deeper into your skin, scratching at it. Right now, to him, the only thing that matters in the world is you.]
(He almost wants your claws in their stomach, but that...Does he have potions on him? If they do then you could- They can't remember, though. And you kissing them is making it harder to think back on what they have.)
(When his back hits the ground, he grunts but quickly adjusts. He's holding you so gently, but also so securely. They don't want to let you go. They don't want you to move back. Eventually they'll have to but...that...isn't important right now.)
(They groan around your tongue as your claws continue to dig into their skin. They want you to leave deeper scratches. He wants it to scar. He already has your bite marks on his skin, what would a couple scratches be compared to that?)
[You’re the one thats in control of him, right now. But with you under him like this, it’s hard to remind himself of that fact. It’s so easy to get lost in things like this, especially now. He cant help but wonder— Is this what you’ll use him for during the time you have him? He wouldn’t mind, not at all. It feels too good for him to mind.]
[He continues to scratch at your skin, but it never goes all that deep. He doesn’t know if he’s even allowed to hurt you right now, but stars, does he want to. Hurting things is his specialty, it’s what he was made to do. Its only right that he shares that with you, isn’t it? But he doesn’t, not yet, not until you tell him to.]
(They don't realize why you haven't done anything for a moment longer than they would've liked. Reluctantly, he pulls his head back. Just enough to break the kiss so they can talk. And breath. That's something they forgot to do. His chest is rising and falling fast, but not to the point of hyperventilating.)
"Ribbon- Ribbon. Please. I want..."
(How do they phrase this without seeming too odd.)
"I want you to scar me."
(Hm. That works. If you think they're weird, they'll...figure that out...Hm. They want to go back to kissing you now, but they want to hear your response.)
[As soon as you pull away, you realise he’s just… Not breathing, not whatsoever. But he doesn’t seem concerned, or even affected.] Scar you, hm..? [It takes him a second to get off the high that is all of this… This. And actually process your words. When he does, he smirks.] I could… But what will you give me in return? [Really, he has no right to be saying that. But he cant help himself.] Awfully big favor you’re asking of me there, you know. You’ll have to repay it somehow.
[If you ask again, he’ll do it without hesitation. But still. He can still want things as of now, and that is certainly something he wants from you. Anything, really, just for you to do something to him.]
(You're making them think? That- They whine. They can't think. Not when you stare at them like that.)
"I-"
(He cuts himself off with another whine. They hadn't processed the fact you weren't breathing before, but that- You- How can you be this unaffected?)
"Ribbon, please. Anything. I- I'll do anything. Just- Just please."
(Oh, that's...more than they meant to say. Hm. Oh well. Not important. Really, it isn't.)
[…This is fun.] Not very specific, are you? Fine, fine, I’ll let you have creative freedom when it comes to paying me back. The sooner the better!
[Finally, his claws break skin, digging into your abdomen. He can feel the blood, and his smile grows. Slowly, he starts dragging his claws downwards. He doesn’t go back in for another kiss, instead, just watching you. Watching for your reactions.]
(Their face scrunches up from the pain, but there's also a clear joy on their face. They're smiling, oh so happily.)
"Tha- Thank you, Ribbon- So good. You're so good for me. Could stay like this forever. Jus'- Jus' yours. Let you do whatever."
(He's rambling. He absolutely is. You've barely done anything and they're already a mess. It's probably the alcohol's fault, but you'd probably be able to get them like this without it, as well. His breath hitches every so often and whines interrupt their speech, but they push through it.)
[He wants to feel your organs against his claws again. He lets out a shaky breath— Just one, and then he goes quiet again. His claws continue to drag down your skin, creating deep gashes, very purposeful gashes. The blood stains your shirt, just a bit.]
[And— Stars, he cant help it when his blush intensifies at your words. He whines, and he wants more of that. His entire purpose is to be good for you, it’s what he was made for. He loves the sound of those words in your voice. He wants to pry them out of you.]
(They pull you down into another kiss. It's short, but it's sweet. He pulls away from you, but he just moves his face to your shoulder, burying his face into your neck.)
"So good. You'd-" (He muffles a whine by pressing his face further into your neck.) "You'd do anything I asked, wouldn't you? I could tell you to never stop. 'm not gunna, but I could."
(They don't care about their shirt. They can replace it. Or wash it. They wonder if you're aware they're still scared from when you bit them. He's certainly not going to point it out. That'd be embarrassing. He could've easily healed the marks with a potion...Dunno why he didn't.)
"So, so good for me."
(He had been walking around aimlessly when he heard...talking. He could only hear one voice, but it sounded like you. He had started towards you, but the talking...stopped.)
(...)
(They were practically running now. There's a moment where they think they might've just imagined your voice, but...That doesn't stop him from running. There's a moment of silence from them when they stumble upon you. Then they panic.)
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[He's laying on his side in the grass, somewhat curled up. His eyes are open, but… He doesn’t look there. Like he’s completely dazed. He’s not breathing, not moving at all. Really, he does look dead.]
[Theres a single empty bottle of alcohol off to the side, and his face and ear tips look suspiciously flushed.]
“Ribbon- Ribbon. Hey- Look at me-”
(They rush over to you, kneeling at your side. He cradles your face between his hands, staring at you with so, so much worry.)
[His eyes refocus, though only barely. He leans into your touch, but still… It doesn’t seem like he’s all that present yet.]
“Shit, Ribbon- What happened?-”
(They start to check you for injuries. There- There has to be something they can fix.)
[Theres nothing you can directly see. And… Holy shit you’re actually really pretty. That realisation comes with a blink and a bit of light returning to his eyes. Though he does start crawling on top of you, which just hurts. He whines.] Feelss good…. You.. Mmm, Keir… [He missed having someone like this. He’s in your lap now, his chest pressed against yours, and his arms wrapped around you in some lazy semblance of a hug.]
(Their shoulders relax ever so slightly as you talk, but they’re still tense. Why are you so out of it- He certain alcohol doesn’t make someone act- Act like this!)
“What- What feels good, Ribbon?”
(They’re still searching for injuries. Any sign of one. Anything that would tell them why you’re like this. They also need you to keep talking to them. If- If you’re talking then you’re alive.)
E-Ehv’rythin’.. ‘S hurts… Hehe, mmm… You’re real pretty… [His hands start working their way under the rim of your shirt, and he presses himself closer to you. It sort of forces you backwards a bit.]
[…He wants another drink. One of his hands is taken off from you to summon a new bottle.]
(With one hand, they grab the wrist of the hand that summons a new bottle. Their other wraps itself around your waist.)
“Ribbon, before you take another drink, what do you mean everything hurts?”
(His face had gone pink when you called him pretty. There are…more important things to worry about currently, though.)
’S jus’ th’normal stuhff… [But it’s worse.] Feels… Good…. [His other hand, the one not holding the freaky alcohol, starts trailing up your back from under your shirt. His claws sometimes scratch at your skin.]
[His eyes latch onto your neck. He leans forwards a bit to give your throat a lick, then his eyes go up to meet yours again.] Gunna make me better…?
“…Right. Ribbon, I need you to listen for a moment.”
(They can feel their face getting warmer every time your claws scratch at their back. He needs to focus, though. You’re drunk.)
“I don’t want to do anything to you while you’re drunk. I need you to be of…sound mind before I do anything. As much as I would love to make you feel better, I don’t think that is a good idea.”
(You licking their neck brings memories to the surface. Things that they need to shove down before they’re properly tempted to make you feel better.)
[…He doesn’t look like he processed a word you just said. Instead, he just smiles at you, all teeth. And then he wrenches his wrist from you, uncorks the bottle with his teeth, and takes a large drink of it, swallowing once while there’s still clearly some still in his mouth. And then—]
[And then his lips are suddenly on yours. His hand on your back moves quickly up to the back of your neck, wrapping his claws around it almost. All you can taste from him is alcohol.]
(He had been about to say something. To repeat what he had said, or tell you off for drinking more. But then your lips are on theirs and they can’t seem to think straight.)
(The taste of alcohol is overwhelming. Was there still some in your mouth? He can’t linger on that thought for long. He can’t truly savor the moment because you’re drunk.)
(They move to pull back from you, to break off the kiss. They don’t particularly want to but they’re still feeling rational right now.)
[As soon as you try and pull back, he just brings you into a deeper kiss. A bit of alcohol drips from the corner of his mouth. And then his tongue is forcing its way past your lips, along with a bit of alcohol.]
[His hand drifts from your neck to the back of your head, and half of your shirt has been dragged upwards as he’s moved his arm, exposing a good amount of your skin. He grabs a handful of your hair, not really letting you pull back anymore.]
(There’s a moment where they freeze. They clearly hadn’t expected…well, any of this. He whines into your mouth as his lips part for your tongue. This- This is wrong. You’re drunk.)
(Their hand that had previously held your wrist goes to try and push at your shoulder. To try and get you to back off. He can’t move back, so he needs you to move instead.)
(They don’t pay attention to the fact their shirt has moved. It’s not important right now.)
[It’s only when he’s pushed the rest of the alcohol into your mouth from his does he stop. Slowly, he pulls back, and looks at you with half-lidded eyes. He licks his lips, humming.] Tastes good… Get drunk with me, llove.. Won’t’cha? Plen’y for both’a uss… C’mon, le’s have a bit’a fun! Pleeease…? Wanna forget.. ‘Bout ev’rythin’ I’m… I can do…
[He goes down to start kissing at your neck instead.]
(He swallows the alcohol that had been pushed into his mouth. He stares at you with wide eyes and an extremely flushed face. There’s no way this is actually happening. This has to be a dream…It’s a very realistic one if it is.)
“Ribbon, that- That’s not a good idea.”
(The rational part of their brain is working overdrive, it seems. The kisses you press to their neck make it hard to think, but he can’t be terribly distracted. He needs to find a way to get you…not drunk.)
Mmm… Why’s that..? [His tone just seems…. Sad. But you can tell from the look in his eyes that he’s anything but.] Don’ ya wanna make me happy..? Youu make me sooo happy, you’re sso… Tasty! Could jus’ eat you whole… ‘N you’re so pretty, pin ya up somewhere so I can jus’ look at’cha all th’time… [He wraps the arm that currently holds the alcohol bottle around you in such a way that he can drape the bottle over your shoulder, right next to your face.]
C’monnn! Get drunk wit’ meee! It can be cel’bration for… Not ssuisi- Suicidin’ myself… [Thinking about that, how is he still alive again? Didn’t he slice his cuff? Huh. Maybe this is the afterlife. But he’s not allowed there, so maybe he’s just so stupid he can’t even kill himself right. Wasn’t there a reason he wasn’t supposed to do that? He can’t remember anything! Wow!]
Keirr… Pleasee..? Please won’t ya jus’… ‘ave a bit’a fun..?
(He remains staring at you. That...was a lot to process.)
"Fun? Ribbon, there are other ways to- Wait. Ribbon what do you mean you didn't 'suicide yourself?'"
(His arm that had wrapped around your waist tightens around you. The hand on your shoulder squeezes. He's searching your face for...something. They have a pretty good idea as to what you meant but that- They don't want to think about that. But they need to know.)
Nuh-uh… Nnot anymore… But tha’s ’kay, ‘cause you’re here! You… You’re fun! You’re ffun… ‘N tasty….
[He completely disregards your other question, though his face doesn’t fall. He just looks happy. Maybe a bit manic, actually.]
Won’t’cha kiss me..? Feels good when ya do… [He unwraps his arm from you, leaning back to take a drink from the bottle he has. It burns like hell as it goes down.]
(There's...not much visible on their face other than pure concern.)
"Ribbon that-..."
(He cuts himself off. That's...That's a conversation he needs to have with you when you're sober. You're clearly not going to answer any questions about it right now.)
"...I'm not going to kiss you Ribbon. I don't- I don't know how many times I have to say this, but you're drunk. I don't....want to do something to you that I'm not certain you're fine with."
[His face falls slightly, but it’s quickly brought up again. He pulls back from you, pushing himself off of you in the process. He brings the bottle back up to his mouth and just… Chugs the rest. And he throws it off to the side with an easy smile.] ‘Kay then… See ya.
[He falls to his back, then rolls onto his stomach. A small flash of light, and he has a choker necklace in his hands, the one around his neck clearly not there. He hums a tune as he stares at the thing, kicking his feet a bit. He slowly runs his claws across the surface.]
(They watch as you move away, a brow raised.)
"...Ribbon, I'm not leaving."
(He's not going to just leave you here. Just because you're...weirdly powerful, doesn't mean you're not vulnerable when drunk. They adjust to be sitting cross legged, but other than that they just...sort of watch you.)
Mm, ‘kay. Gunna watch me die then? [He looks back at you, absolutely nothing negative in his eyes. Just a faint glint of hope and excitement. He holds the cuff above his head to wave at you before bringing it back down to continue to mess with it.]
[…He told you about this once, he thinks. What this does, what this is to him.]
‘M gunna go see Bee… Hehe..! [First he just has to work up the courage to.]
(There's a moment where he just stares at you as his brain processes your words. And then he's lunging to grab the cuff from you.)
"That- No! Ribbon, I'm not going to just watch you die!"
[He doesn’t have time to process or react to you lunging for him. He whines when you take it from him, arms falling forward. But he just… Can’t make himself get angry at you. At all. He’s… Missing something.]
[It’s simpler this way, though, isn’t it?]
…What’re ya gunna do wit’that..?
"I- I don't know!"
(They really don't. They just...acted. There wasn't much thought behind what they did.)
"What I do know, is that I'm not just going to watch you kill yourself. That-"
(He's looking at you with...concern? Horror? Some combination of the two? They hold the cuff away from you with one hand, while the other hesitantly reaches for one of your hands.)
"Ribbon, I care too much about you to just watch that happen."
[He thinks…. He might be supposed to be feeling sad right now? Instead, there’s nothing. Huh. That’s not even the alcohol doing that. Well, whatever! He gives you a smile, and lays his head on the grass, looking up at you. He… Misses Bee. At least he still has that. He can’t wait to see it again, one day.]
[He hums, still just gazing up at you.] ‘M not’a good person, love… ‘Ss nice that’ya think you care ffor me though. [He wonders if his death would be pretty. An unfitting end for him, he thinks.]
But… Gotta make a— A choice now, don’t’cha? Puttit on, orrr give it back! But I could jus’ steal it from you again… [Thats a lie. He couldn’t do that even if he had the capacity to want to.]
"Just- Just because you aren't a good person doesn't mean I can't care!"
(Their expression has shifted to...hurt. They're still concerned, obviously so, but...they're hurt. Did you think he didn't care about you? That- Why would he not care? You've been nothing but sweet to him.)
"...Ribbon, I can't- I can't trust you with this," (He shakes the cuff) "Right now. I- I can't risk what will happen if I give it back."
(He doesn't...know how to put it on. If he did, it would've probably already have been on. They can't- They really can't risk losing you. Not like this, at least.)
[He sighs, the rolls over on his back so he can cross his arms at you.] Thenn what’cha gunna do with it, huh? Won’ give it back, won’ puttit on— You gunna fuckin’… Eat it? Or somethin’? Make a choice! Tha’s lit— leh— uh… That’s me you’re holdin’…!
[Still, he sounds more playful than anything.]
(They pause, narrowing their eyes at you. There's a moment of silence before a neutral expression appears on their face. They've let go of your hand and are now holding the cuff with both hands.)
"It's edible?"
Whuh? [He seems confused, but as soon as you say that, the cuff shifts and suddenly, it’s a small, easy to swallow pill. Well. He certainly wasn’t expecting that! He stares completely uncomprehendingly at you, and it doesn’t really help that he’s upside down right now.]
(They look between you and the now pill-like cuff they hold for a moment. And then they put it in their mouth and swallow.)
(It's a weird feeling, it is. Swallowing something akin to a pill without any form of liquid to help it go down. It doesn't help that there's...a shift in something. They can't...figure out what the shift is, but they're aware of it.)
K-Keir?? [Okay he wasn’t being serious. When he said that. A very intense blush works its way up his face. Well! He’s too drunk for this!] You— Stars, you don’ even know what you’re doing!
[Shit fuck shit fuck okay! Great. Looks like he has a new holder. Now he just has to shove down the feelings that comes along with that— Fuck this. He curls into a ball and tries to forget you exist.]
(He shudders once he's completely swallowed the cuff. That...They need a reminder to never do something like that again. Swallowing a pill without water, that is. They stare at you as their shoulders slump. Be it from relief or...some other emotion, not even they know.)
"...Ribbon, I would rather get myself into something that I don't understand than watch you die. You-"
(He cuts himself off, exhaling what would've been words in a shaky breath. They end up sitting down with their knees pulled to their chest. There's...so much they could say here. So much that they want to say. And yet none of the words will flow.)
[He buries his face in his claws and screams. When he’s done with that, he pushes himself upwards. He has to get— Less drunk. Because he has to be effective and efficient. Because that’s what he’s for. Stars— He doesn’t miss this mindset. It doesn’t help that it was so sudden! Whatever.]
[He sits on his knees and looks to you with a smile. If he could be angry right now, there would be much more bite to his tone.] Con-fuckin’-grasluations—[Fuck he’s so good at talking]—youu have complete control over me. Yay for you! High teir summon jus’ for you! I’m allll yours!
Can I— Jus’ go get. Not drunk. Real quick?
(They blink at you several times before their brain catches up to them. Oh. Oh. That was stupid of them to do, wasn't it? You- You had breifly told them about how the cuff worked. About how whoever had it- Oh Goddesses, he just ate the damned thing-)
"Yup! Yeah, that- You go do that."
(He's started to hit his head on his knees. Stupid- Irrational- Idiot.)
Grreat! [He can’t go very far from you but— He disappears in a flash of light. You wait a few seconds, and then he’s back.]
[…Face first on the grass. He groans.] Fuck forgot about hangover— Uhhh, what the fuck is goin’ on? Did you do something…? I… Really wanna do things for you right now…
(They've stopped hitting their head, but it does remain resting on their knees. His face is...essentially hidden by his hair, but their ears are a bright red. Well. No need to hide what they did.)
"...I ate your cuff."
Oh. [That did happen, yes.] Well good job? I’m… Yours now… Uh…
Whyy would you— Do that? Eh, whatever, jus’… Make good use of me…
(...Do you not...remember what happened? Ah. Yes. That is a side effect of being drunk.)
"...Ribbon you tried to kill yourself. And-"
(...)
"...You also kissed me. And when I had told you that I wouldn't- I wasn't going to kiss you. Not like that. When- When I told you that, you asked if I was going to watch you die."
(They're staring at you with this look of horror. Also an embarrassed one, but mostly a look of horror.)
"I wasn't going to just watch- I couldn't just- I didn't- Ribbon that was the most stressed I have been in years. I don't-...I don't know what I would've done if you were actually dead."
[He stares at you, trying to process everything just what you said.] Tried to kill myself… Uh, yeah, wouldn’t be the first time. Don’t really have much to live for anyway now that.. Bees dead. So. I can see that happening…
I can also really see me kissing you. You are really fucking pretty. ‘N you’re tasty too. Fuck being drunk for like a week straight is a bad idea— Feel like shit…
[The idea that someone actually cares enough to prevent his death—albeit in a questionable way—is… foreign. He tries not to think about it much which is easier than it should be, probably.]
"Wouldn't have been the- Ribbon, what the fuck?"
(You calling them pretty again is. It's not helping them think right, that's for certain. That- He can have a mental breakdown about that later. You've tried to do this before?)
(...Also who is Bee?)
Do I look mentally stable to you? ‘Course I’ve tried to fuckin’ kill myself before…. Jus’ wish I actually went through with it… [Then none of this would have happened. Bee would probably still be alive too. He sighs. He’s… Weirdly enough, completely empty. There’s just nothing. Weird.] Aaanyway, seriously, what are you gunna do with me? I can be whatever you want. Jus’ tell me already, won’t you..?
"...I don't want you to be what I want you to be. Why would I want that? That- That's so stupid- Goddesses sake, I'm stupid! You told me what your cuff did--granted not in detail--and I still ate it! Why did I eat it? I could've just- I could've just held onto it! It wouldn't have been that difficult-"
(They groan, their head falling forward to hit their knees again. There's no sound from them aside from their breathing for a moment. Then they're looking up at you again.)
"If you get your cuff back would you- You wouldn't have to listen to me, would you?"
[He listens to your self-deprecating spiel, finding no reason to interrupt. What you’re saying isn’t entirely untrue anyway. There are plenty of other ways you could’ve dealt with the situation. Anyway—]
I don’t really have to listen to you anyway, not after what Shadow did, but I’d just… Really like to? It… Feels nice when I do things right for someone… [Sure, the mindset he’s forced into is a bit tiring, but still. It’s true that feeling accomplished is really nice.]
(Their expression morphs into shock for a second before turning into confusion. That...Huh. He can- He can understand that. Though it's not... It's not the same, obviously not. It's still confusing, though.)
"...You want to. Just- Just because it feels nice?"
’S how I was designed, I can’t change it! Easier to control something when they feel good doing it, no? It’s like a failsafe or something.
[He looks at you, and…. He really wants something from you. Just for you to… Do something to him. Stars, it’s like a need. Maybe if he does something for you you’ll kiss him…]
"...Ribbon. I mean this kindly, but once again. What the fuck."
(Hm. That's...Interesting? It- It's unusual. They shuffle in place for a moment before they just...fall backwards? He ends up lying on his back with his hands covering his face.)
Love it when you’re kind to me… [He huffs, and tries to move over to you because it only feels natural, but— He moves the wrong way and a spike of pain settles throughout his body. He falls back to the ground with a mix of a groan and a whine.] S-Stars— Why does that… Feel good….
(They had planned to just lie there and think, but…Damn you Goddesses for making Ribbon someone he cares about. They uncover their face, to pick their head up and look at you.)
“…Everything…Alright?..”
Yeah… Jus’… Everything feels weird… ‘S all just… Good? I don’t know! It’s all weird! And too much… I don’t wanna deal with this shit right now… [He decides to continue to lay where he is, though he does give you a very sad, pathetic, pleading look for you to do something. He doesn’t exactly care what at this point.]
(They stare at you with a blank face before groaning and letting their head fall back again. Damn you and your...frankly adorable expressions.)
"I'm too sober for this."
(He gets why you got drunk to deal with emotions now...Kinda. Not really. More than he had at least.)
[He huffs, dropping the expression when you look away from him.]
I still have a… Lot of illegally acquired alcohol? If you want some? [To prove his point, he summons another full, unopened bottle and shakes it.]
(Their head is lifted again, though this time they've...somewhat pushed themself up. He gives you a considering look before shrugging.)
"Y'know what? Sure. That- That sounds great. Can't fuck this up any more, can I?"
(He stares for a moment before pushing himself up the rest of the way, moving to be closer to you.)
[He holds the bottle out to you, but doesn’t move from his position. He doesn’t need to feel anything more than what he is now, and moving just makes everything worse. He wonders if you’ll be cute when you’re drunk…]
You probably could. Careful, it’s pretty strong.
[Really, he wouldn’t be surprised if just one of these is more than you can handle.]
(He laughs as he takes the bottle from you. It's...slightly hysterical but that's- That's fine. They're fine.)
"Strong is what I need right now."
(With some struggle, they open the bottle and take a drink. They shudder slightly at the taste. That is- That is terrible. How did you manage to drink this? He grumbles something about teaching you what good alcohol tastes like before taking another drink.)
[He continues to just stare at you with a soft smile. He would have a drink, but… He needs to be at his best for you. So he won’t. But he’ll indulge you as much as you want him to!]
Hehe, yeah, ‘s pretty bad.
(They glare at you, though it seems playful.)
"Why do you drink this? It's so bad."
(Despite this they take another drink. He can ignore the taste. Honestly, the more he drinks it the easier that gets. Which...makes sense. Also the more they drink, the more they realize how cute you are. He could probably carry you easily...Well, not right now, they'd probably drop you. But later...Later they may have to test that.)
Because it’s the strongest stuff I’ve found. [He leans his head on one of his hands. Still, he can’t look away. He wishes you would just run your hands through his hair. Maybe he could teach you how to braid it, if you don’t know already.] It’s easy to get completely wasted on.
"Hm. Fair 'nough."
(He blinks at you slowly, almost like a cat. Huh. They thought you were the cat. Whatever. They hesitate for a moment before they sort of just...collapse into your side.)
"Did you know that you make me feel insane? 'Cause- 'Cause you do."
[As soon as you lean into him, it’s almost like he’s the drunk one. Your touch is like a drug, maybe a reward. What is he even being rewarded for? Whatever, he just knows he likes it. Suddenly, he’s purring uncontrollably, and leaning into you as much as he can.]
Mmm… Why?
"I dunno! You're just-"
(There's a groan as they take another drink. Wow, you were right. This is strong.)
"You're too cute. I wanna just keep you forever. I'm not gunna cuz you're- You don't deserve to be stuck with me. Unless you'd want that. Then you do deserve it."
[He tries to nuzzle in closer to you, nearly wrapping himself completely around you. Still, his purrs only get louder. He looks up to you, and what you can see could only be described as lovesick.] I’d love to be stuck with you… Forever and ever and ever… ‘N you could do whatever you want with me. [Theres a certain lilt to his voice you’ve never really heard from him.] I’m yours, Keir.
[Even this is a bit uncharacteristic of him.]
(Huh. That's...This is probably something that the two of you need to have a conversation about but he's...Hm. He wouldn't be able to phrase anything right, and he's...probably going to forget this happened. Being drunk is weird. Helpful, though. Sometimes. Not really.)
"...Mine?"
(Oh, that...that is a thought. If you were theirs, they could do so much to you. So many things. You could do so much to them. Could they be yours as much as you are theirs?)
(They go to take another drink from the bottle only to find that they've emptied it. There's a suprised blink before he shrugs and places it to the side. Whatever. He has...other things to focus on. Like you! Oh look at you...They could just stay at your side forever. You're so warm...the warmest. There's a giddy smile on their face as they wrap their arms around you.)
[He situates himself so that he’s once again in your lap, though he doesn’t try anything. He’s kind of just goes limp in your arms, continuing to look up at you like you hung the moon.]
Yours.. All yours.
[This is a strange feeling. It’s too… It’s too intense. But he can’t find it in himself to care. He is yours after all, you made him yours. He can’t argue with that fact. It’s actually impossible for him to.]
(He hums in acknowledgment, staring at you with plain adoration clear on his face. One of their hands comes up to cup your face. You truly are adorable. He can think that so many times and it won't get old. Well not to his drunken brain at least. It might get repetitive if they were sober.)
(They're somewhat tempted to see if they could play their harp like this...with you in their lap and with their muddled thoughts. It'd probably be shit, but...It's a tempting thought.)
"I told you that you were the cutest ever, right? That- If I haven't I should've. 'Cause you are. You're the cutest ever. The most cute. Cuter than...Cuter than an otter. And those fuzzy things are cute! But you're cuter."
Hehe… [He sort of looks off to the side, clearly flustered. He leans further into your hand, and his neck is a bit more visible right now, especially without the cuff around it.] You’re really drunk, aren’t you?
[He still doesn’t know how to take a compliment. You can tell from how embarrassed he looks.]
"...'s like you said, that was...strong alcohol."
(They run their thumb over your cheek, watching your face. Hm. They could probably kiss you right now, couldn't they? You...You weren't drunk anymore and you had said that you could see yourself kissing him. Right? That- That would mean you want to kiss them.)
(...)
(The Goddesses are probably laughing at him right now, aren't they?)
(Shaking that thought out of their brain, their eyes dart to your neck. Oh. Your skin is pretty. Well, all of you is. He finds himself leaning down to press a kiss to the side of your neck.)
[As soon as your lips meet his skin, it sends a shiver down his non-existent spine. One of his hands drifts to the back of your head, and his claws dig into your scalp just slight enough for you to really feel it. He whines quietly, and closes his eyes just to make sure he takes in the feeling completely.]
[He leans his head a bit on your shoulder. He saw that look in your eyes, and he wishes you acted on that. Really, he almost did, but he can’t. Not without permission. He pulls you a bit closer to him.]
(You can feel their smile on as they continue to press kisses to your skin. When you grab his hair, he groans. They pull back from your neck, just enough to look at you.)
“…Ribbon, can you look at me?”
..Hm?
[He tries, and ends up making shaky eye contact with you along with a nervous smile. He’s breathing just a bit heavier than usual.]
Y-Yeah?
“Nothin’. J’st wanted t’ see your face.”
(They smile wider.)
“You think you could loosen your grip on my hair?”
(You look even cuter when you’re nervous. He could stare at your eyes forever. And your smile…Really just you.)
[He whines more, but his grip does loosen. Not to mention him being completely flustered and covered in a light blush.]
You— You… [Yeah, it’s hard to talk right now. He still wishes you would just kiss him.]
“Me?”
(They’re teasing now. They’re absolutely teasing you. He’s got a…smug grin on his face and his eyes are shining with entertainment.)
(One of his hands is resting upon the small of your back. The other has moved to the side of your neck. Oh. Was their face always that close to yours? They don’t remember moving.)
[He frowns slightly, though the smile never quite leaves his face.] Youuu… Are a fuckin’ trouble maker… [Immediately, he buries his head under your chin to at least hide a little bit. His hand does go up to meet yours, however, and hold it. He runs his thumb over your fingers gently.]
“Don’ hide… I wanna see your eeyes..”
(They do. They’re truly do want to keep seeing your eyes.)
“Also ‘m the trouble maker?”
(His hand on your back moves to wrap around your waist, almost hugging you to his chest. You’re really warm. It’s like sitting next to a fire.)
[He grumbles, and only huddles closer to you. He doesn’t bother dignifying that. Like this, you can see most of the ground behind him.] You are… Trying to embarrass me… [But he’s not complaining. Anything you do is a gift to him. He would love to be flustered to death by you.]
“Nuh uh…’m just…I dunno…”
(They don’t want to see the ground. That isn’t you. He’s grab your chin, pulling you to look at him again.)
“Jus’…Jus’ wanna…look at you.”
(He wants to kiss you. Hm. That thought is back. They probably could…Hmm. Should they is the question…You’d probably be okay with it…)
(Making their mind up, he presses a kiss to your lips. It’s quick and more of a peck, but it happens.)
Mm… [Its still hard to look at you. You’re just so… He whines. But he tries to work up the confidence to actually say something.] Put me on display, then. Pin me up somewhere so you can look at me all day.
I wouldn’t mind.
[He can sort of sense it when you decide to go in, but he isn’t really ready for the feeling he gets when you actually do it. Immediately he melts into you, and his eyes gain a sort of dazed quality to them. It wasn’t even that much, but he wants more. He's a greedy little thing.]
…You can do better than that, love…
(They had a flush to their face. Be it from your words or the alcohol, it's hard to tell...Probably a mix of the two, honestly. He hums, almost uncertain.)
"I dunno, Ribbon. I might mess something up." (They pause before muttering under their breath.) "Hard enough to kiss when 'm sober."
(Pin you up...Hm. Maybe not. He likes being close to you as well. Likes touching you. That'd be hard to do if you were pinned up somewhere.)
[He hums as well, almost mimicking you really.] You could always let me take the lead. You’re hardly the first person I’ve kissed, you know. Hehe, I’ve even kissed Zomi before you! [Well, more like it kissed him, but he’s not about to go thinking about that too hard. It’s embarrassing. He huffs slightly.]
Though that’s not a bad thing for you, of course, it just means I’ve had practice. Better for you even. [He tilts his head, and then he moves his hands to the back of your neck.] I’ve kissed you once before, haven’t I? Don’t you want more of that? Because all you have to do is give me the go-ahead. I’ll be glad to deliver. Whatever you want from me, Keir. Anything at all.
[He tries to keep himself talking just a bit longer than he would have. He has a strong feeling you like hearing him talk, after all. Suddenly, it’s like his world revolves around you, and solely you. It’s strange, almost, but… He thinks he could get used to it.]
(Their eyes grow hazy the more you talk, but they still stare at you. He's silent as he processes your words. Oh. Oh, but he does want more of that. They want you to kiss them. How do they say that though?)
(He whines. He wants to bury his face in the side of your neck while he tries to figure out how to word things, but he wants to keep staring. You're too pretty to be real. They can touch you, though, which means that you are real. They're silent for a minute longer, and when they do speak, their voice is quiet.)
"...Please. Ribbon, I want that."
[He smiles, and one of his hands moves to hold your cheek.] I just love that look on your face… You really are beautiful. Truly. [Hearing you say it, too, not just seeing that look of want… He leans in close, though not quite close enough quite yet.] Whatever you want, Keir. [It’s a whisper. Just barely loud enough to be heard.]
[He closes the gap, barely giving you time to prepare before his tongue works its way through your lips and into your mouth. He can really barely hold himself back. Both of his hands trail down your front, and you can feel his claws through your shirt. Luckily, it doesn’t rip. He eventually gets to the skin of your stomach, and then he starts working his way under your shirt again.]
(They can feel their face burning. He's obviously not on fire, but he's almost too warm. It's not from you. Your warmth is comforting. They're just overheating.)
(He almost says something before he's cut off by you kissing him. Oh. Oh, that's your tongue. He didn't realize that was a thing you could do. Ever. Oh, but that is nice. They could probably die here. They'd die happy.)
(They barely realize that they're whining into your mouth as their arms wrap further around you. One hand lands on the back of your head, the other essentially trapping you against his chest. They don't even realize that your hands are under their shirt. Or that you could've ripped it. That doesn't matter right now.)
[His claws start to dig into your stomach. He doesn’t know if he accidentally made you bleed or not, but he doesn’t think so. But he would love to feel your blood underneath his hands…]
[It’s hard to make this any deeper than it is, but he tries. He ends up pushing you to the ground in the process, accompanied by a sort of possessive growl that you can feel in your chest with how close you are to him. And he cant get enough of the little sounds you make, either. He wants more of those, so he only kisses you harder. His claws dig deeper into your skin, scratching at it. Right now, to him, the only thing that matters in the world is you.]
(He almost wants your claws in their stomach, but that...Does he have potions on him? If they do then you could- They can't remember, though. And you kissing them is making it harder to think back on what they have.)
(When his back hits the ground, he grunts but quickly adjusts. He's holding you so gently, but also so securely. They don't want to let you go. They don't want you to move back. Eventually they'll have to but...that...isn't important right now.)
(They groan around your tongue as your claws continue to dig into their skin. They want you to leave deeper scratches. He wants it to scar. He already has your bite marks on his skin, what would a couple scratches be compared to that?)
[You’re the one thats in control of him, right now. But with you under him like this, it’s hard to remind himself of that fact. It’s so easy to get lost in things like this, especially now. He cant help but wonder— Is this what you’ll use him for during the time you have him? He wouldn’t mind, not at all. It feels too good for him to mind.]
[He continues to scratch at your skin, but it never goes all that deep. He doesn’t know if he’s even allowed to hurt you right now, but stars, does he want to. Hurting things is his specialty, it’s what he was made to do. Its only right that he shares that with you, isn’t it? But he doesn’t, not yet, not until you tell him to.]
(They don't realize why you haven't done anything for a moment longer than they would've liked. Reluctantly, he pulls his head back. Just enough to break the kiss so they can talk. And breath. That's something they forgot to do. His chest is rising and falling fast, but not to the point of hyperventilating.)
"Ribbon- Ribbon. Please. I want..."
(How do they phrase this without seeming too odd.)
"I want you to scar me."
(Hm. That works. If you think they're weird, they'll...figure that out...Hm. They want to go back to kissing you now, but they want to hear your response.)
[As soon as you pull away, you realise he’s just… Not breathing, not whatsoever. But he doesn’t seem concerned, or even affected.] Scar you, hm..? [It takes him a second to get off the high that is all of this… This. And actually process your words. When he does, he smirks.] I could… But what will you give me in return? [Really, he has no right to be saying that. But he cant help himself.] Awfully big favor you’re asking of me there, you know. You’ll have to repay it somehow.
[If you ask again, he’ll do it without hesitation. But still. He can still want things as of now, and that is certainly something he wants from you. Anything, really, just for you to do something to him.]
(You're making them think? That- They whine. They can't think. Not when you stare at them like that.)
"I-"
(He cuts himself off with another whine. They hadn't processed the fact you weren't breathing before, but that- You- How can you be this unaffected?)
"Ribbon, please. Anything. I- I'll do anything. Just- Just please."
(Oh, that's...more than they meant to say. Hm. Oh well. Not important. Really, it isn't.)
[…This is fun.] Not very specific, are you? Fine, fine, I’ll let you have creative freedom when it comes to paying me back. The sooner the better!
[Finally, his claws break skin, digging into your abdomen. He can feel the blood, and his smile grows. Slowly, he starts dragging his claws downwards. He doesn’t go back in for another kiss, instead, just watching you. Watching for your reactions.]
(Their face scrunches up from the pain, but there's also a clear joy on their face. They're smiling, oh so happily.)
"Tha- Thank you, Ribbon- So good. You're so good for me. Could stay like this forever. Jus'- Jus' yours. Let you do whatever."
(He's rambling. He absolutely is. You've barely done anything and they're already a mess. It's probably the alcohol's fault, but you'd probably be able to get them like this without it, as well. His breath hitches every so often and whines interrupt their speech, but they push through it.)
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(He had been walking around aimlessly when he heard...talking. He could only hear one voice, but it sounded like you. He had started towards you, but the talking...stopped.)
(...)
(They were practically running now. There's a moment where they think they might've just imagined your voice, but...That doesn't stop him from running. There's a moment of silence from them when they stumble upon you. Then they panic.)
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[He's laying on his side in the grass, somewhat curled up. His eyes are open, but… He doesn’t look there. Like he’s completely dazed. He’s not breathing, not moving at all. Really, he does look dead.]
[Theres a single empty bottle of alcohol off to the side, and his face and ear tips look suspiciously flushed.]
“Ribbon- Ribbon. Hey- Look at me-”
(They rush over to you, kneeling at your side. He cradles your face between his hands, staring at you with so, so much worry.)
[His eyes refocus, though only barely. He leans into your touch, but still… It doesn’t seem like he’s all that present yet.]
“Shit, Ribbon- What happened?-”
(They start to check you for injuries. There- There has to be something they can fix.)
[Theres nothing you can directly see. And… Holy shit you’re actually really pretty. That realisation comes with a blink and a bit of light returning to his eyes. Though he does start crawling on top of you, which just hurts. He whines.] Feelss good…. You.. Mmm, Keir… [He missed having someone like this. He’s in your lap now, his chest pressed against yours, and his arms wrapped around you in some lazy semblance of a hug.]
(Their shoulders relax ever so slightly as you talk, but they’re still tense. Why are you so out of it- He certain alcohol doesn’t make someone act- Act like this!)
“What- What feels good, Ribbon?”
(They’re still searching for injuries. Any sign of one. Anything that would tell them why you’re like this. They also need you to keep talking to them. If- If you’re talking then you’re alive.)
E-Ehv’rythin’.. ‘S hurts… Hehe, mmm… You’re real pretty… [His hands start working their way under the rim of your shirt, and he presses himself closer to you. It sort of forces you backwards a bit.]
[…He wants another drink. One of his hands is taken off from you to summon a new bottle.]
(With one hand, they grab the wrist of the hand that summons a new bottle. Their other wraps itself around your waist.)
“Ribbon, before you take another drink, what do you mean everything hurts?”
(His face had gone pink when you called him pretty. There are…more important things to worry about currently, though.)
’S jus’ th’normal stuhff… [But it’s worse.] Feels… Good…. [His other hand, the one not holding the freaky alcohol, starts trailing up your back from under your shirt. His claws sometimes scratch at your skin.]
[His eyes latch onto your neck. He leans forwards a bit to give your throat a lick, then his eyes go up to meet yours again.] Gunna make me better…?
“…Right. Ribbon, I need you to listen for a moment.”
(They can feel their face getting warmer every time your claws scratch at their back. He needs to focus, though. You’re drunk.)
“I don’t want to do anything to you while you’re drunk. I need you to be of…sound mind before I do anything. As much as I would love to make you feel better, I don’t think that is a good idea.”
(You licking their neck brings memories to the surface. Things that they need to shove down before they’re properly tempted to make you feel better.)
[…He doesn’t look like he processed a word you just said. Instead, he just smiles at you, all teeth. And then he wrenches his wrist from you, uncorks the bottle with his teeth, and takes a large drink of it, swallowing once while there’s still clearly some still in his mouth. And then—]
[And then his lips are suddenly on yours. His hand on your back moves quickly up to the back of your neck, wrapping his claws around it almost. All you can taste from him is alcohol.]
(He had been about to say something. To repeat what he had said, or tell you off for drinking more. But then your lips are on theirs and they can’t seem to think straight.)
(The taste of alcohol is overwhelming. Was there still some in your mouth? He can’t linger on that thought for long. He can’t truly savor the moment because you’re drunk.)
(They move to pull back from you, to break off the kiss. They don’t particularly want to but they’re still feeling rational right now.)
[As soon as you try and pull back, he just brings you into a deeper kiss. A bit of alcohol drips from the corner of his mouth. And then his tongue is forcing its way past your lips, along with a bit of alcohol.]
[His hand drifts from your neck to the back of your head, and half of your shirt has been dragged upwards as he’s moved his arm, exposing a good amount of your skin. He grabs a handful of your hair, not really letting you pull back anymore.]
(There’s a moment where they freeze. They clearly hadn’t expected…well, any of this. He whines into your mouth as his lips part for your tongue. This- This is wrong. You’re drunk.)
(Their hand that had previously held your wrist goes to try and push at your shoulder. To try and get you to back off. He can’t move back, so he needs you to move instead.)
(They don’t pay attention to the fact their shirt has moved. It’s not important right now.)
[It’s only when he’s pushed the rest of the alcohol into your mouth from his does he stop. Slowly, he pulls back, and looks at you with half-lidded eyes. He licks his lips, humming.] Tastes good… Get drunk with me, llove.. Won’t’cha? Plen’y for both’a uss… C’mon, le’s have a bit’a fun! Pleeease…? Wanna forget.. ‘Bout ev’rythin’ I’m… I can do…
[He goes down to start kissing at your neck instead.]
(He swallows the alcohol that had been pushed into his mouth. He stares at you with wide eyes and an extremely flushed face. There’s no way this is actually happening. This has to be a dream…It’s a very realistic one if it is.)
“Ribbon, that- That’s not a good idea.”
(The rational part of their brain is working overdrive, it seems. The kisses you press to their neck make it hard to think, but he can’t be terribly distracted. He needs to find a way to get you…not drunk.)
Mmm… Why’s that..? [His tone just seems…. Sad. But you can tell from the look in his eyes that he’s anything but.] Don’ ya wanna make me happy..? Youu make me sooo happy, you’re sso… Tasty! Could jus’ eat you whole… ‘N you’re so pretty, pin ya up somewhere so I can jus’ look at’cha all th’time… [He wraps the arm that currently holds the alcohol bottle around you in such a way that he can drape the bottle over your shoulder, right next to your face.]
C’monnn! Get drunk wit’ meee! It can be cel’bration for… Not ssuisi- Suicidin’ myself… [Thinking about that, how is he still alive again? Didn’t he slice his cuff? Huh. Maybe this is the afterlife. But he’s not allowed there, so maybe he’s just so stupid he can’t even kill himself right. Wasn’t there a reason he wasn’t supposed to do that? He can’t remember anything! Wow!]
Keirr… Pleasee..? Please won’t ya jus’… ‘ave a bit’a fun..?
(He remains staring at you. That...was a lot to process.)
"Fun? Ribbon, there are other ways to- Wait. Ribbon what do you mean you didn't 'suicide yourself?'"
(His arm that had wrapped around your waist tightens around you. The hand on your shoulder squeezes. He's searching your face for...something. They have a pretty good idea as to what you meant but that- They don't want to think about that. But they need to know.)
Nuh-uh… Nnot anymore… But tha’s ’kay, ‘cause you’re here! You… You’re fun! You’re ffun… ‘N tasty….
[He completely disregards your other question, though his face doesn’t fall. He just looks happy. Maybe a bit manic, actually.]
Won’t’cha kiss me..? Feels good when ya do… [He unwraps his arm from you, leaning back to take a drink from the bottle he has. It burns like hell as it goes down.]
(There's...not much visible on their face other than pure concern.)
"Ribbon that-..."
(He cuts himself off. That's...That's a conversation he needs to have with you when you're sober. You're clearly not going to answer any questions about it right now.)
"...I'm not going to kiss you Ribbon. I don't- I don't know how many times I have to say this, but you're drunk. I don't....want to do something to you that I'm not certain you're fine with."
[His face falls slightly, but it’s quickly brought up again. He pulls back from you, pushing himself off of you in the process. He brings the bottle back up to his mouth and just… Chugs the rest. And he throws it off to the side with an easy smile.] ‘Kay then… See ya.
[He falls to his back, then rolls onto his stomach. A small flash of light, and he has a choker necklace in his hands, the one around his neck clearly not there. He hums a tune as he stares at the thing, kicking his feet a bit. He slowly runs his claws across the surface.]
(They watch as you move away, a brow raised.)
"...Ribbon, I'm not leaving."
(He's not going to just leave you here. Just because you're...weirdly powerful, doesn't mean you're not vulnerable when drunk. They adjust to be sitting cross legged, but other than that they just...sort of watch you.)
Mm, ‘kay. Gunna watch me die then? [He looks back at you, absolutely nothing negative in his eyes. Just a faint glint of hope and excitement. He holds the cuff above his head to wave at you before bringing it back down to continue to mess with it.]
[…He told you about this once, he thinks. What this does, what this is to him.]
‘M gunna go see Bee… Hehe..! [First he just has to work up the courage to.]
(There's a moment where he just stares at you as his brain processes your words. And then he's lunging to grab the cuff from you.)
"That- No! Ribbon, I'm not going to just watch you die!"
[He doesn’t have time to process or react to you lunging for him. He whines when you take it from him, arms falling forward. But he just… Can’t make himself get angry at you. At all. He’s… Missing something.]
[It’s simpler this way, though, isn’t it?]
…What’re ya gunna do wit’that..?
"I- I don't know!"
(They really don't. They just...acted. There wasn't much thought behind what they did.)
"What I do know, is that I'm not just going to watch you kill yourself. That-"
(He's looking at you with...concern? Horror? Some combination of the two? They hold the cuff away from you with one hand, while the other hesitantly reaches for one of your hands.)
"Ribbon, I care too much about you to just watch that happen."
[He thinks…. He might be supposed to be feeling sad right now? Instead, there’s nothing. Huh. That’s not even the alcohol doing that. Well, whatever! He gives you a smile, and lays his head on the grass, looking up at you. He… Misses Bee. At least he still has that. He can’t wait to see it again, one day.]
[He hums, still just gazing up at you.] ‘M not’a good person, love… ‘Ss nice that’ya think you care ffor me though. [He wonders if his death would be pretty. An unfitting end for him, he thinks.]
But… Gotta make a— A choice now, don’t’cha? Puttit on, orrr give it back! But I could jus’ steal it from you again… [Thats a lie. He couldn’t do that even if he had the capacity to want to.]
"Just- Just because you aren't a good person doesn't mean I can't care!"
(Their expression has shifted to...hurt. They're still concerned, obviously so, but...they're hurt. Did you think he didn't care about you? That- Why would he not care? You've been nothing but sweet to him.)
"...Ribbon, I can't- I can't trust you with this," (He shakes the cuff) "Right now. I- I can't risk what will happen if I give it back."
(He doesn't...know how to put it on. If he did, it would've probably already have been on. They can't- They really can't risk losing you. Not like this, at least.)
[He sighs, the rolls over on his back so he can cross his arms at you.] Thenn what’cha gunna do with it, huh? Won’ give it back, won’ puttit on— You gunna fuckin’… Eat it? Or somethin’? Make a choice! Tha’s lit— leh— uh… That’s me you’re holdin’…!
[Still, he sounds more playful than anything.]
(They pause, narrowing their eyes at you. There's a moment of silence before a neutral expression appears on their face. They've let go of your hand and are now holding the cuff with both hands.)
"It's edible?"
Whuh? [He seems confused, but as soon as you say that, the cuff shifts and suddenly, it’s a small, easy to swallow pill. Well. He certainly wasn’t expecting that! He stares completely uncomprehendingly at you, and it doesn’t really help that he’s upside down right now.]
(They look between you and the now pill-like cuff they hold for a moment. And then they put it in their mouth and swallow.)
(It's a weird feeling, it is. Swallowing something akin to a pill without any form of liquid to help it go down. It doesn't help that there's...a shift in something. They can't...figure out what the shift is, but they're aware of it.)
K-Keir?? [Okay he wasn’t being serious. When he said that. A very intense blush works its way up his face. Well! He’s too drunk for this!] You— Stars, you don’ even know what you’re doing!
[Shit fuck shit fuck okay! Great. Looks like he has a new holder. Now he just has to shove down the feelings that comes along with that— Fuck this. He curls into a ball and tries to forget you exist.]
(He shudders once he's completely swallowed the cuff. That...They need a reminder to never do something like that again. Swallowing a pill without water, that is. They stare at you as their shoulders slump. Be it from relief or...some other emotion, not even they know.)
"...Ribbon, I would rather get myself into something that I don't understand than watch you die. You-"
(He cuts himself off, exhaling what would've been words in a shaky breath. They end up sitting down with their knees pulled to their chest. There's...so much they could say here. So much that they want to say. And yet none of the words will flow.)
[He buries his face in his claws and screams. When he’s done with that, he pushes himself upwards. He has to get— Less drunk. Because he has to be effective and efficient. Because that’s what he’s for. Stars— He doesn’t miss this mindset. It doesn’t help that it was so sudden! Whatever.]
[He sits on his knees and looks to you with a smile. If he could be angry right now, there would be much more bite to his tone.] Con-fuckin’-grasluations—[Fuck he’s so good at talking]—youu have complete control over me. Yay for you! High teir summon jus’ for you! I’m allll yours!
Can I— Jus’ go get. Not drunk. Real quick?
(They blink at you several times before their brain catches up to them. Oh. Oh. That was stupid of them to do, wasn't it? You- You had breifly told them about how the cuff worked. About how whoever had it- Oh Goddesses, he just ate the damned thing-)
"Yup! Yeah, that- You go do that."
(He's started to hit his head on his knees. Stupid- Irrational- Idiot.)
Grreat! [He can’t go very far from you but— He disappears in a flash of light. You wait a few seconds, and then he’s back.]
[…Face first on the grass. He groans.] Fuck forgot about hangover— Uhhh, what the fuck is goin’ on? Did you do something…? I… Really wanna do things for you right now…
(They've stopped hitting their head, but it does remain resting on their knees. His face is...essentially hidden by his hair, but their ears are a bright red. Well. No need to hide what they did.)
"...I ate your cuff."
Oh. [That did happen, yes.] Well good job? I’m… Yours now… Uh…
Whyy would you— Do that? Eh, whatever, jus’… Make good use of me…
(...Do you not...remember what happened? Ah. Yes. That is a side effect of being drunk.)
"...Ribbon you tried to kill yourself. And-"
(...)
"...You also kissed me. And when I had told you that I wouldn't- I wasn't going to kiss you. Not like that. When- When I told you that, you asked if I was going to watch you die."
(They're staring at you with this look of horror. Also an embarrassed one, but mostly a look of horror.)
"I wasn't going to just watch- I couldn't just- I didn't- Ribbon that was the most stressed I have been in years. I don't-...I don't know what I would've done if you were actually dead."
[He stares at you, trying to process everything just what you said.] Tried to kill myself… Uh, yeah, wouldn’t be the first time. Don’t really have much to live for anyway now that.. Bees dead. So. I can see that happening…
I can also really see me kissing you. You are really fucking pretty. ‘N you’re tasty too. Fuck being drunk for like a week straight is a bad idea— Feel like shit…
[The idea that someone actually cares enough to prevent his death—albeit in a questionable way—is… foreign. He tries not to think about it much which is easier than it should be, probably.]
"Wouldn't have been the- Ribbon, what the fuck?"
(You calling them pretty again is. It's not helping them think right, that's for certain. That- He can have a mental breakdown about that later. You've tried to do this before?)
(...Also who is Bee?)
Do I look mentally stable to you? ‘Course I’ve tried to fuckin’ kill myself before…. Jus’ wish I actually went through with it… [Then none of this would have happened. Bee would probably still be alive too. He sighs. He’s… Weirdly enough, completely empty. There’s just nothing. Weird.] Aaanyway, seriously, what are you gunna do with me? I can be whatever you want. Jus’ tell me already, won’t you..?
"...I don't want you to be what I want you to be. Why would I want that? That- That's so stupid- Goddesses sake, I'm stupid! You told me what your cuff did--granted not in detail--and I still ate it! Why did I eat it? I could've just- I could've just held onto it! It wouldn't have been that difficult-"
(They groan, their head falling forward to hit their knees again. There's no sound from them aside from their breathing for a moment. Then they're looking up at you again.)
"If you get your cuff back would you- You wouldn't have to listen to me, would you?"
[He listens to your self-deprecating spiel, finding no reason to interrupt. What you’re saying isn’t entirely untrue anyway. There are plenty of other ways you could’ve dealt with the situation. Anyway—]
I don’t really have to listen to you anyway, not after what Shadow did, but I’d just… Really like to? It… Feels nice when I do things right for someone… [Sure, the mindset he’s forced into is a bit tiring, but still. It’s true that feeling accomplished is really nice.]
(Their expression morphs into shock for a second before turning into confusion. That...Huh. He can- He can understand that. Though it's not... It's not the same, obviously not. It's still confusing, though.)
"...You want to. Just- Just because it feels nice?"
’S how I was designed, I can’t change it! Easier to control something when they feel good doing it, no? It’s like a failsafe or something.
[He looks at you, and…. He really wants something from you. Just for you to… Do something to him. Stars, it’s like a need. Maybe if he does something for you you’ll kiss him…]
"...Ribbon. I mean this kindly, but once again. What the fuck."
(Hm. That's...Interesting? It- It's unusual. They shuffle in place for a moment before they just...fall backwards? He ends up lying on his back with his hands covering his face.)
Love it when you’re kind to me… [He huffs, and tries to move over to you because it only feels natural, but— He moves the wrong way and a spike of pain settles throughout his body. He falls back to the ground with a mix of a groan and a whine.] S-Stars— Why does that… Feel good….
(They had planned to just lie there and think, but…Damn you Goddesses for making Ribbon someone he cares about. They uncover their face, to pick their head up and look at you.)
“…Everything…Alright?..”
Yeah… Jus’… Everything feels weird… ‘S all just… Good? I don’t know! It’s all weird! And too much… I don’t wanna deal with this shit right now… [He decides to continue to lay where he is, though he does give you a very sad, pathetic, pleading look for you to do something. He doesn’t exactly care what at this point.]
(They stare at you with a blank face before groaning and letting their head fall back again. Damn you and your...frankly adorable expressions.)
"I'm too sober for this."
(He gets why you got drunk to deal with emotions now...Kinda. Not really. More than he had at least.)
[He huffs, dropping the expression when you look away from him.]
I still have a… Lot of illegally acquired alcohol? If you want some? [To prove his point, he summons another full, unopened bottle and shakes it.]
(Their head is lifted again, though this time they've...somewhat pushed themself up. He gives you a considering look before shrugging.)
"Y'know what? Sure. That- That sounds great. Can't fuck this up any more, can I?"
(He stares for a moment before pushing himself up the rest of the way, moving to be closer to you.)
[He holds the bottle out to you, but doesn’t move from his position. He doesn’t need to feel anything more than what he is now, and moving just makes everything worse. He wonders if you’ll be cute when you’re drunk…]
You probably could. Careful, it’s pretty strong.
[Really, he wouldn’t be surprised if just one of these is more than you can handle.]
(He laughs as he takes the bottle from you. It's...slightly hysterical but that's- That's fine. They're fine.)
"Strong is what I need right now."
(With some struggle, they open the bottle and take a drink. They shudder slightly at the taste. That is- That is terrible. How did you manage to drink this? He grumbles something about teaching you what good alcohol tastes like before taking another drink.)
[He continues to just stare at you with a soft smile. He would have a drink, but… He needs to be at his best for you. So he won’t. But he’ll indulge you as much as you want him to!]
Hehe, yeah, ‘s pretty bad.
(They glare at you, though it seems playful.)
"Why do you drink this? It's so bad."
(Despite this they take another drink. He can ignore the taste. Honestly, the more he drinks it the easier that gets. Which...makes sense. Also the more they drink, the more they realize how cute you are. He could probably carry you easily...Well, not right now, they'd probably drop you. But later...Later they may have to test that.)
Because it’s the strongest stuff I’ve found. [He leans his head on one of his hands. Still, he can’t look away. He wishes you would just run your hands through his hair. Maybe he could teach you how to braid it, if you don’t know already.] It’s easy to get completely wasted on.
"Hm. Fair 'nough."
(He blinks at you slowly, almost like a cat. Huh. They thought you were the cat. Whatever. They hesitate for a moment before they sort of just...collapse into your side.)
"Did you know that you make me feel insane? 'Cause- 'Cause you do."
[As soon as you lean into him, it’s almost like he’s the drunk one. Your touch is like a drug, maybe a reward. What is he even being rewarded for? Whatever, he just knows he likes it. Suddenly, he’s purring uncontrollably, and leaning into you as much as he can.]
Mmm… Why?
"I dunno! You're just-"
(There's a groan as they take another drink. Wow, you were right. This is strong.)
"You're too cute. I wanna just keep you forever. I'm not gunna cuz you're- You don't deserve to be stuck with me. Unless you'd want that. Then you do deserve it."
[He tries to nuzzle in closer to you, nearly wrapping himself completely around you. Still, his purrs only get louder. He looks up to you, and what you can see could only be described as lovesick.] I’d love to be stuck with you… Forever and ever and ever… ‘N you could do whatever you want with me. [Theres a certain lilt to his voice you’ve never really heard from him.] I’m yours, Keir.
[Even this is a bit uncharacteristic of him.]
(Huh. That's...This is probably something that the two of you need to have a conversation about but he's...Hm. He wouldn't be able to phrase anything right, and he's...probably going to forget this happened. Being drunk is weird. Helpful, though. Sometimes. Not really.)
"...Mine?"
(Oh, that...that is a thought. If you were theirs, they could do so much to you. So many things. You could do so much to them. Could they be yours as much as you are theirs?)
(They go to take another drink from the bottle only to find that they've emptied it. There's a suprised blink before he shrugs and places it to the side. Whatever. He has...other things to focus on. Like you! Oh look at you...They could just stay at your side forever. You're so warm...the warmest. There's a giddy smile on their face as they wrap their arms around you.)
[He situates himself so that he’s once again in your lap, though he doesn’t try anything. He’s kind of just goes limp in your arms, continuing to look up at you like you hung the moon.]
Yours.. All yours.
[This is a strange feeling. It’s too… It’s too intense. But he can’t find it in himself to care. He is yours after all, you made him yours. He can’t argue with that fact. It’s actually impossible for him to.]
(He hums in acknowledgment, staring at you with plain adoration clear on his face. One of their hands comes up to cup your face. You truly are adorable. He can think that so many times and it won't get old. Well not to his drunken brain at least. It might get repetitive if they were sober.)
(They're somewhat tempted to see if they could play their harp like this...with you in their lap and with their muddled thoughts. It'd probably be shit, but...It's a tempting thought.)
"I told you that you were the cutest ever, right? That- If I haven't I should've. 'Cause you are. You're the cutest ever. The most cute. Cuter than...Cuter than an otter. And those fuzzy things are cute! But you're cuter."
Hehe… [He sort of looks off to the side, clearly flustered. He leans further into your hand, and his neck is a bit more visible right now, especially without the cuff around it.] You’re really drunk, aren’t you?
[He still doesn’t know how to take a compliment. You can tell from how embarrassed he looks.]
"...'s like you said, that was...strong alcohol."
(They run their thumb over your cheek, watching your face. Hm. They could probably kiss you right now, couldn't they? You...You weren't drunk anymore and you had said that you could see yourself kissing him. Right? That- That would mean you want to kiss them.)
(...)
(The Goddesses are probably laughing at him right now, aren't they?)
(Shaking that thought out of their brain, their eyes dart to your neck. Oh. Your skin is pretty. Well, all of you is. He finds himself leaning down to press a kiss to the side of your neck.)
[As soon as your lips meet his skin, it sends a shiver down his non-existent spine. One of his hands drifts to the back of your head, and his claws dig into your scalp just slight enough for you to really feel it. He whines quietly, and closes his eyes just to make sure he takes in the feeling completely.]
[He leans his head a bit on your shoulder. He saw that look in your eyes, and he wishes you acted on that. Really, he almost did, but he can’t. Not without permission. He pulls you a bit closer to him.]
(You can feel their smile on as they continue to press kisses to your skin. When you grab his hair, he groans. They pull back from your neck, just enough to look at you.)
“…Ribbon, can you look at me?”
..Hm?
[He tries, and ends up making shaky eye contact with you along with a nervous smile. He’s breathing just a bit heavier than usual.]
Y-Yeah?
“Nothin’. J’st wanted t’ see your face.”
(They smile wider.)
“You think you could loosen your grip on my hair?”
(You look even cuter when you’re nervous. He could stare at your eyes forever. And your smile…Really just you.)
[He whines more, but his grip does loosen. Not to mention him being completely flustered and covered in a light blush.]
You— You… [Yeah, it’s hard to talk right now. He still wishes you would just kiss him.]
“Me?”
(They’re teasing now. They’re absolutely teasing you. He’s got a…smug grin on his face and his eyes are shining with entertainment.)
(One of his hands is resting upon the small of your back. The other has moved to the side of your neck. Oh. Was their face always that close to yours? They don’t remember moving.)
[He frowns slightly, though the smile never quite leaves his face.] Youuu… Are a fuckin’ trouble maker… [Immediately, he buries his head under your chin to at least hide a little bit. His hand does go up to meet yours, however, and hold it. He runs his thumb over your fingers gently.]
“Don’ hide… I wanna see your eeyes..”
(They do. They’re truly do want to keep seeing your eyes.)
“Also ‘m the trouble maker?”
(His hand on your back moves to wrap around your waist, almost hugging you to his chest. You’re really warm. It’s like sitting next to a fire.)
[He grumbles, and only huddles closer to you. He doesn’t bother dignifying that. Like this, you can see most of the ground behind him.] You are… Trying to embarrass me… [But he’s not complaining. Anything you do is a gift to him. He would love to be flustered to death by you.]
“Nuh uh…’m just…I dunno…”
(They don’t want to see the ground. That isn’t you. He’s grab your chin, pulling you to look at him again.)
“Jus’…Jus’ wanna…look at you.”
(He wants to kiss you. Hm. That thought is back. They probably could…Hmm. Should they is the question…You’d probably be okay with it…)
(Making their mind up, he presses a kiss to your lips. It’s quick and more of a peck, but it happens.)
Mm… [Its still hard to look at you. You’re just so… He whines. But he tries to work up the confidence to actually say something.] Put me on display, then. Pin me up somewhere so you can look at me all day.
I wouldn’t mind.
[He can sort of sense it when you decide to go in, but he isn’t really ready for the feeling he gets when you actually do it. Immediately he melts into you, and his eyes gain a sort of dazed quality to them. It wasn’t even that much, but he wants more. He's a greedy little thing.]
…You can do better than that, love…
(They had a flush to their face. Be it from your words or the alcohol, it's hard to tell...Probably a mix of the two, honestly. He hums, almost uncertain.)
"I dunno, Ribbon. I might mess something up." (They pause before muttering under their breath.) "Hard enough to kiss when 'm sober."
(Pin you up...Hm. Maybe not. He likes being close to you as well. Likes touching you. That'd be hard to do if you were pinned up somewhere.)
[He hums as well, almost mimicking you really.] You could always let me take the lead. You’re hardly the first person I’ve kissed, you know. Hehe, I’ve even kissed Zomi before you! [Well, more like it kissed him, but he’s not about to go thinking about that too hard. It’s embarrassing. He huffs slightly.]
Though that’s not a bad thing for you, of course, it just means I’ve had practice. Better for you even. [He tilts his head, and then he moves his hands to the back of your neck.] I’ve kissed you once before, haven’t I? Don’t you want more of that? Because all you have to do is give me the go-ahead. I’ll be glad to deliver. Whatever you want from me, Keir. Anything at all.
[He tries to keep himself talking just a bit longer than he would have. He has a strong feeling you like hearing him talk, after all. Suddenly, it’s like his world revolves around you, and solely you. It’s strange, almost, but… He thinks he could get used to it.]
(Their eyes grow hazy the more you talk, but they still stare at you. He's silent as he processes your words. Oh. Oh, but he does want more of that. They want you to kiss them. How do they say that though?)
(He whines. He wants to bury his face in the side of your neck while he tries to figure out how to word things, but he wants to keep staring. You're too pretty to be real. They can touch you, though, which means that you are real. They're silent for a minute longer, and when they do speak, their voice is quiet.)
"...Please. Ribbon, I want that."
[He smiles, and one of his hands moves to hold your cheek.] I just love that look on your face… You really are beautiful. Truly. [Hearing you say it, too, not just seeing that look of want… He leans in close, though not quite close enough quite yet.] Whatever you want, Keir. [It’s a whisper. Just barely loud enough to be heard.]
[He closes the gap, barely giving you time to prepare before his tongue works its way through your lips and into your mouth. He can really barely hold himself back. Both of his hands trail down your front, and you can feel his claws through your shirt. Luckily, it doesn’t rip. He eventually gets to the skin of your stomach, and then he starts working his way under your shirt again.]
(They can feel their face burning. He's obviously not on fire, but he's almost too warm. It's not from you. Your warmth is comforting. They're just overheating.)
(He almost says something before he's cut off by you kissing him. Oh. Oh, that's your tongue. He didn't realize that was a thing you could do. Ever. Oh, but that is nice. They could probably die here. They'd die happy.)
(They barely realize that they're whining into your mouth as their arms wrap further around you. One hand lands on the back of your head, the other essentially trapping you against his chest. They don't even realize that your hands are under their shirt. Or that you could've ripped it. That doesn't matter right now.)
[His claws start to dig into your stomach. He doesn’t know if he accidentally made you bleed or not, but he doesn’t think so. But he would love to feel your blood underneath his hands…]
[It’s hard to make this any deeper than it is, but he tries. He ends up pushing you to the ground in the process, accompanied by a sort of possessive growl that you can feel in your chest with how close you are to him. And he cant get enough of the little sounds you make, either. He wants more of those, so he only kisses you harder. His claws dig deeper into your skin, scratching at it. Right now, to him, the only thing that matters in the world is you.]
(He almost wants your claws in their stomach, but that...Does he have potions on him? If they do then you could- They can't remember, though. And you kissing them is making it harder to think back on what they have.)
(When his back hits the ground, he grunts but quickly adjusts. He's holding you so gently, but also so securely. They don't want to let you go. They don't want you to move back. Eventually they'll have to but...that...isn't important right now.)
(They groan around your tongue as your claws continue to dig into their skin. They want you to leave deeper scratches. He wants it to scar. He already has your bite marks on his skin, what would a couple scratches be compared to that?)
[You’re the one thats in control of him, right now. But with you under him like this, it’s hard to remind himself of that fact. It’s so easy to get lost in things like this, especially now. He cant help but wonder— Is this what you’ll use him for during the time you have him? He wouldn’t mind, not at all. It feels too good for him to mind.]
[He continues to scratch at your skin, but it never goes all that deep. He doesn’t know if he’s even allowed to hurt you right now, but stars, does he want to. Hurting things is his specialty, it’s what he was made to do. Its only right that he shares that with you, isn’t it? But he doesn’t, not yet, not until you tell him to.]
(They don't realize why you haven't done anything for a moment longer than they would've liked. Reluctantly, he pulls his head back. Just enough to break the kiss so they can talk. And breath. That's something they forgot to do. His chest is rising and falling fast, but not to the point of hyperventilating.)
"Ribbon- Ribbon. Please. I want..."
(How do they phrase this without seeming too odd.)
"I want you to scar me."
(Hm. That works. If you think they're weird, they'll...figure that out...Hm. They want to go back to kissing you now, but they want to hear your response.)
[As soon as you pull away, you realise he’s just… Not breathing, not whatsoever. But he doesn’t seem concerned, or even affected.] Scar you, hm..? [It takes him a second to get off the high that is all of this… This. And actually process your words. When he does, he smirks.] I could… But what will you give me in return? [Really, he has no right to be saying that. But he cant help himself.] Awfully big favor you’re asking of me there, you know. You’ll have to repay it somehow.
[If you ask again, he’ll do it without hesitation. But still. He can still want things as of now, and that is certainly something he wants from you. Anything, really, just for you to do something to him.]
(You're making them think? That- They whine. They can't think. Not when you stare at them like that.)
"I-"
(He cuts himself off with another whine. They hadn't processed the fact you weren't breathing before, but that- You- How can you be this unaffected?)
"Ribbon, please. Anything. I- I'll do anything. Just- Just please."
(Oh, that's...more than they meant to say. Hm. Oh well. Not important. Really, it isn't.)
(He had been walking around aimlessly when he heard...talking. He could only hear one voice, but it sounded like you. He had started towards you, but the talking...stopped.)
(...)
(They were practically running now. There's a moment where they think they might've just imagined your voice, but...That doesn't stop him from running. There's a moment of silence from them when they stumble upon you. Then they panic.)
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[He's laying on his side in the grass, somewhat curled up. His eyes are open, but… He doesn’t look there. Like he’s completely dazed. He’s not breathing, not moving at all. Really, he does look dead.]
[Theres a single empty bottle of alcohol off to the side, and his face and ear tips look suspiciously flushed.]
“Ribbon- Ribbon. Hey- Look at me-”
(They rush over to you, kneeling at your side. He cradles your face between his hands, staring at you with so, so much worry.)
[His eyes refocus, though only barely. He leans into your touch, but still… It doesn’t seem like he’s all that present yet.]
“Shit, Ribbon- What happened?-”
(They start to check you for injuries. There- There has to be something they can fix.)
[Theres nothing you can directly see. And… Holy shit you’re actually really pretty. That realisation comes with a blink and a bit of light returning to his eyes. Though he does start crawling on top of you, which just hurts. He whines.] Feelss good…. You.. Mmm, Keir… [He missed having someone like this. He’s in your lap now, his chest pressed against yours, and his arms wrapped around you in some lazy semblance of a hug.]
(Their shoulders relax ever so slightly as you talk, but they’re still tense. Why are you so out of it- He certain alcohol doesn’t make someone act- Act like this!)
“What- What feels good, Ribbon?”
(They’re still searching for injuries. Any sign of one. Anything that would tell them why you’re like this. They also need you to keep talking to them. If- If you’re talking then you’re alive.)
E-Ehv’rythin’.. ‘S hurts… Hehe, mmm… You’re real pretty… [His hands start working their way under the rim of your shirt, and he presses himself closer to you. It sort of forces you backwards a bit.]
[…He wants another drink. One of his hands is taken off from you to summon a new bottle.]
(With one hand, they grab the wrist of the hand that summons a new bottle. Their other wraps itself around your waist.)
“Ribbon, before you take another drink, what do you mean everything hurts?”
(His face had gone pink when you called him pretty. There are…more important things to worry about currently, though.)
’S jus’ th’normal stuhff… [But it’s worse.] Feels… Good…. [His other hand, the one not holding the freaky alcohol, starts trailing up your back from under your shirt. His claws sometimes scratch at your skin.]
[His eyes latch onto your neck. He leans forwards a bit to give your throat a lick, then his eyes go up to meet yours again.] Gunna make me better…?
“…Right. Ribbon, I need you to listen for a moment.”
(They can feel their face getting warmer every time your claws scratch at their back. He needs to focus, though. You’re drunk.)
“I don’t want to do anything to you while you’re drunk. I need you to be of…sound mind before I do anything. As much as I would love to make you feel better, I don’t think that is a good idea.”
(You licking their neck brings memories to the surface. Things that they need to shove down before they’re properly tempted to make you feel better.)
[…He doesn’t look like he processed a word you just said. Instead, he just smiles at you, all teeth. And then he wrenches his wrist from you, uncorks the bottle with his teeth, and takes a large drink of it, swallowing once while there’s still clearly some still in his mouth. And then—]
[And then his lips are suddenly on yours. His hand on your back moves quickly up to the back of your neck, wrapping his claws around it almost. All you can taste from him is alcohol.]
(He had been about to say something. To repeat what he had said, or tell you off for drinking more. But then your lips are on theirs and they can’t seem to think straight.)
(The taste of alcohol is overwhelming. Was there still some in your mouth? He can’t linger on that thought for long. He can’t truly savor the moment because you’re drunk.)
(They move to pull back from you, to break off the kiss. They don’t particularly want to but they’re still feeling rational right now.)
[As soon as you try and pull back, he just brings you into a deeper kiss. A bit of alcohol drips from the corner of his mouth. And then his tongue is forcing its way past your lips, along with a bit of alcohol.]
[His hand drifts from your neck to the back of your head, and half of your shirt has been dragged upwards as he’s moved his arm, exposing a good amount of your skin. He grabs a handful of your hair, not really letting you pull back anymore.]
(There’s a moment where they freeze. They clearly hadn’t expected…well, any of this. He whines into your mouth as his lips part for your tongue. This- This is wrong. You’re drunk.)
(Their hand that had previously held your wrist goes to try and push at your shoulder. To try and get you to back off. He can’t move back, so he needs you to move instead.)
(They don’t pay attention to the fact their shirt has moved. It’s not important right now.)
[It’s only when he’s pushed the rest of the alcohol into your mouth from his does he stop. Slowly, he pulls back, and looks at you with half-lidded eyes. He licks his lips, humming.] Tastes good… Get drunk with me, llove.. Won’t’cha? Plen’y for both’a uss… C’mon, le’s have a bit’a fun! Pleeease…? Wanna forget.. ‘Bout ev’rythin’ I’m… I can do…
[He goes down to start kissing at your neck instead.]
(He swallows the alcohol that had been pushed into his mouth. He stares at you with wide eyes and an extremely flushed face. There’s no way this is actually happening. This has to be a dream…It’s a very realistic one if it is.)
“Ribbon, that- That’s not a good idea.”
(The rational part of their brain is working overdrive, it seems. The kisses you press to their neck make it hard to think, but he can’t be terribly distracted. He needs to find a way to get you…not drunk.)
Mmm… Why’s that..? [His tone just seems…. Sad. But you can tell from the look in his eyes that he’s anything but.] Don’ ya wanna make me happy..? Youu make me sooo happy, you’re sso… Tasty! Could jus’ eat you whole… ‘N you’re so pretty, pin ya up somewhere so I can jus’ look at’cha all th’time… [He wraps the arm that currently holds the alcohol bottle around you in such a way that he can drape the bottle over your shoulder, right next to your face.]
C’monnn! Get drunk wit’ meee! It can be cel’bration for… Not ssuisi- Suicidin’ myself… [Thinking about that, how is he still alive again? Didn’t he slice his cuff? Huh. Maybe this is the afterlife. But he’s not allowed there, so maybe he’s just so stupid he can’t even kill himself right. Wasn’t there a reason he wasn’t supposed to do that? He can’t remember anything! Wow!]
Keirr… Pleasee..? Please won’t ya jus’… ‘ave a bit’a fun..?
(He remains staring at you. That...was a lot to process.)
"Fun? Ribbon, there are other ways to- Wait. Ribbon what do you mean you didn't 'suicide yourself?'"
(His arm that had wrapped around your waist tightens around you. The hand on your shoulder squeezes. He's searching your face for...something. They have a pretty good idea as to what you meant but that- They don't want to think about that. But they need to know.)
Nuh-uh… Nnot anymore… But tha’s ’kay, ‘cause you’re here! You… You’re fun! You’re ffun… ‘N tasty….
[He completely disregards your other question, though his face doesn’t fall. He just looks happy. Maybe a bit manic, actually.]
Won’t’cha kiss me..? Feels good when ya do… [He unwraps his arm from you, leaning back to take a drink from the bottle he has. It burns like hell as it goes down.]
(There's...not much visible on their face other than pure concern.)
"Ribbon that-..."
(He cuts himself off. That's...That's a conversation he needs to have with you when you're sober. You're clearly not going to answer any questions about it right now.)
"...I'm not going to kiss you Ribbon. I don't- I don't know how many times I have to say this, but you're drunk. I don't....want to do something to you that I'm not certain you're fine with."
[His face falls slightly, but it’s quickly brought up again. He pulls back from you, pushing himself off of you in the process. He brings the bottle back up to his mouth and just… Chugs the rest. And he throws it off to the side with an easy smile.] ‘Kay then… See ya.
[He falls to his back, then rolls onto his stomach. A small flash of light, and he has a choker necklace in his hands, the one around his neck clearly not there. He hums a tune as he stares at the thing, kicking his feet a bit. He slowly runs his claws across the surface.]
(They watch as you move away, a brow raised.)
"...Ribbon, I'm not leaving."
(He's not going to just leave you here. Just because you're...weirdly powerful, doesn't mean you're not vulnerable when drunk. They adjust to be sitting cross legged, but other than that they just...sort of watch you.)
Mm, ‘kay. Gunna watch me die then? [He looks back at you, absolutely nothing negative in his eyes. Just a faint glint of hope and excitement. He holds the cuff above his head to wave at you before bringing it back down to continue to mess with it.]
[…He told you about this once, he thinks. What this does, what this is to him.]
‘M gunna go see Bee… Hehe..! [First he just has to work up the courage to.]
(There's a moment where he just stares at you as his brain processes your words. And then he's lunging to grab the cuff from you.)
"That- No! Ribbon, I'm not going to just watch you die!"
[He doesn’t have time to process or react to you lunging for him. He whines when you take it from him, arms falling forward. But he just… Can’t make himself get angry at you. At all. He’s… Missing something.]
[It’s simpler this way, though, isn’t it?]
…What’re ya gunna do wit’that..?
"I- I don't know!"
(They really don't. They just...acted. There wasn't much thought behind what they did.)
"What I do know, is that I'm not just going to watch you kill yourself. That-"
(He's looking at you with...concern? Horror? Some combination of the two? They hold the cuff away from you with one hand, while the other hesitantly reaches for one of your hands.)
"Ribbon, I care too much about you to just watch that happen."
[He thinks…. He might be supposed to be feeling sad right now? Instead, there’s nothing. Huh. That’s not even the alcohol doing that. Well, whatever! He gives you a smile, and lays his head on the grass, looking up at you. He… Misses Bee. At least he still has that. He can’t wait to see it again, one day.]
[He hums, still just gazing up at you.] ‘M not’a good person, love… ‘Ss nice that’ya think you care ffor me though. [He wonders if his death would be pretty. An unfitting end for him, he thinks.]
But… Gotta make a— A choice now, don’t’cha? Puttit on, orrr give it back! But I could jus’ steal it from you again… [Thats a lie. He couldn’t do that even if he had the capacity to want to.]
"Just- Just because you aren't a good person doesn't mean I can't care!"
(Their expression has shifted to...hurt. They're still concerned, obviously so, but...they're hurt. Did you think he didn't care about you? That- Why would he not care? You've been nothing but sweet to him.)
"...Ribbon, I can't- I can't trust you with this," (He shakes the cuff) "Right now. I- I can't risk what will happen if I give it back."
(He doesn't...know how to put it on. If he did, it would've probably already have been on. They can't- They really can't risk losing you. Not like this, at least.)
[He sighs, the rolls over on his back so he can cross his arms at you.] Thenn what’cha gunna do with it, huh? Won’ give it back, won’ puttit on— You gunna fuckin’… Eat it? Or somethin’? Make a choice! Tha’s lit— leh— uh… That’s me you’re holdin’…!
[Still, he sounds more playful than anything.]
(They pause, narrowing their eyes at you. There's a moment of silence before a neutral expression appears on their face. They've let go of your hand and are now holding the cuff with both hands.)
"It's edible?"
Whuh? [He seems confused, but as soon as you say that, the cuff shifts and suddenly, it’s a small, easy to swallow pill. Well. He certainly wasn’t expecting that! He stares completely uncomprehendingly at you, and it doesn’t really help that he’s upside down right now.]
(They look between you and the now pill-like cuff they hold for a moment. And then they put it in their mouth and swallow.)
(It's a weird feeling, it is. Swallowing something akin to a pill without any form of liquid to help it go down. It doesn't help that there's...a shift in something. They can't...figure out what the shift is, but they're aware of it.)
K-Keir?? [Okay he wasn’t being serious. When he said that. A very intense blush works its way up his face. Well! He’s too drunk for this!] You— Stars, you don’ even know what you’re doing!
[Shit fuck shit fuck okay! Great. Looks like he has a new holder. Now he just has to shove down the feelings that comes along with that— Fuck this. He curls into a ball and tries to forget you exist.]
(He shudders once he's completely swallowed the cuff. That...They need a reminder to never do something like that again. Swallowing a pill without water, that is. They stare at you as their shoulders slump. Be it from relief or...some other emotion, not even they know.)
"...Ribbon, I would rather get myself into something that I don't understand than watch you die. You-"
(He cuts himself off, exhaling what would've been words in a shaky breath. They end up sitting down with their knees pulled to their chest. There's...so much they could say here. So much that they want to say. And yet none of the words will flow.)
[He buries his face in his claws and screams. When he’s done with that, he pushes himself upwards. He has to get— Less drunk. Because he has to be effective and efficient. Because that’s what he’s for. Stars— He doesn’t miss this mindset. It doesn’t help that it was so sudden! Whatever.]
[He sits on his knees and looks to you with a smile. If he could be angry right now, there would be much more bite to his tone.] Con-fuckin’-grasluations—[Fuck he’s so good at talking]—youu have complete control over me. Yay for you! High teir summon jus’ for you! I’m allll yours!
Can I— Jus’ go get. Not drunk. Real quick?
(They blink at you several times before their brain catches up to them. Oh. Oh. That was stupid of them to do, wasn't it? You- You had breifly told them about how the cuff worked. About how whoever had it- Oh Goddesses, he just ate the damned thing-)
"Yup! Yeah, that- You go do that."
(He's started to hit his head on his knees. Stupid- Irrational- Idiot.)
Grreat! [He can’t go very far from you but— He disappears in a flash of light. You wait a few seconds, and then he’s back.]
[…Face first on the grass. He groans.] Fuck forgot about hangover— Uhhh, what the fuck is goin’ on? Did you do something…? I… Really wanna do things for you right now…
(They've stopped hitting their head, but it does remain resting on their knees. His face is...essentially hidden by his hair, but their ears are a bright red. Well. No need to hide what they did.)
"...I ate your cuff."
Oh. [That did happen, yes.] Well good job? I’m… Yours now… Uh…
Whyy would you— Do that? Eh, whatever, jus’… Make good use of me…
(...Do you not...remember what happened? Ah. Yes. That is a side effect of being drunk.)
"...Ribbon you tried to kill yourself. And-"
(...)
"...You also kissed me. And when I had told you that I wouldn't- I wasn't going to kiss you. Not like that. When- When I told you that, you asked if I was going to watch you die."
(They're staring at you with this look of horror. Also an embarrassed one, but mostly a look of horror.)
"I wasn't going to just watch- I couldn't just- I didn't- Ribbon that was the most stressed I have been in years. I don't-...I don't know what I would've done if you were actually dead."
[He stares at you, trying to process everything just what you said.] Tried to kill myself… Uh, yeah, wouldn’t be the first time. Don’t really have much to live for anyway now that.. Bees dead. So. I can see that happening…
I can also really see me kissing you. You are really fucking pretty. ‘N you’re tasty too. Fuck being drunk for like a week straight is a bad idea— Feel like shit…
[The idea that someone actually cares enough to prevent his death—albeit in a questionable way—is… foreign. He tries not to think about it much which is easier than it should be, probably.]
"Wouldn't have been the- Ribbon, what the fuck?"
(You calling them pretty again is. It's not helping them think right, that's for certain. That- He can have a mental breakdown about that later. You've tried to do this before?)
(...Also who is Bee?)
Do I look mentally stable to you? ‘Course I’ve tried to fuckin’ kill myself before…. Jus’ wish I actually went through with it… [Then none of this would have happened. Bee would probably still be alive too. He sighs. He’s… Weirdly enough, completely empty. There’s just nothing. Weird.] Aaanyway, seriously, what are you gunna do with me? I can be whatever you want. Jus’ tell me already, won’t you..?
"...I don't want you to be what I want you to be. Why would I want that? That- That's so stupid- Goddesses sake, I'm stupid! You told me what your cuff did--granted not in detail--and I still ate it! Why did I eat it? I could've just- I could've just held onto it! It wouldn't have been that difficult-"
(They groan, their head falling forward to hit their knees again. There's no sound from them aside from their breathing for a moment. Then they're looking up at you again.)
"If you get your cuff back would you- You wouldn't have to listen to me, would you?"
[He listens to your self-deprecating spiel, finding no reason to interrupt. What you’re saying isn’t entirely untrue anyway. There are plenty of other ways you could’ve dealt with the situation. Anyway—]
I don’t really have to listen to you anyway, not after what Shadow did, but I’d just… Really like to? It… Feels nice when I do things right for someone… [Sure, the mindset he’s forced into is a bit tiring, but still. It’s true that feeling accomplished is really nice.]
(Their expression morphs into shock for a second before turning into confusion. That...Huh. He can- He can understand that. Though it's not... It's not the same, obviously not. It's still confusing, though.)
"...You want to. Just- Just because it feels nice?"
’S how I was designed, I can’t change it! Easier to control something when they feel good doing it, no? It’s like a failsafe or something.
[He looks at you, and…. He really wants something from you. Just for you to… Do something to him. Stars, it’s like a need. Maybe if he does something for you you’ll kiss him…]
"...Ribbon. I mean this kindly, but once again. What the fuck."
(Hm. That's...Interesting? It- It's unusual. They shuffle in place for a moment before they just...fall backwards? He ends up lying on his back with his hands covering his face.)
Love it when you’re kind to me… [He huffs, and tries to move over to you because it only feels natural, but— He moves the wrong way and a spike of pain settles throughout his body. He falls back to the ground with a mix of a groan and a whine.] S-Stars— Why does that… Feel good….
(They had planned to just lie there and think, but…Damn you Goddesses for making Ribbon someone he cares about. They uncover their face, to pick their head up and look at you.)
“…Everything…Alright?..”
Yeah… Jus’… Everything feels weird… ‘S all just… Good? I don’t know! It’s all weird! And too much… I don’t wanna deal with this shit right now… [He decides to continue to lay where he is, though he does give you a very sad, pathetic, pleading look for you to do something. He doesn’t exactly care what at this point.]
(They stare at you with a blank face before groaning and letting their head fall back again. Damn you and your...frankly adorable expressions.)
"I'm too sober for this."
(He gets why you got drunk to deal with emotions now...Kinda. Not really. More than he had at least.)
[He huffs, dropping the expression when you look away from him.]
I still have a… Lot of illegally acquired alcohol? If you want some? [To prove his point, he summons another full, unopened bottle and shakes it.]
(Their head is lifted again, though this time they've...somewhat pushed themself up. He gives you a considering look before shrugging.)
"Y'know what? Sure. That- That sounds great. Can't fuck this up any more, can I?"
(He stares for a moment before pushing himself up the rest of the way, moving to be closer to you.)
[He holds the bottle out to you, but doesn’t move from his position. He doesn’t need to feel anything more than what he is now, and moving just makes everything worse. He wonders if you’ll be cute when you’re drunk…]
You probably could. Careful, it’s pretty strong.
[Really, he wouldn’t be surprised if just one of these is more than you can handle.]
(He laughs as he takes the bottle from you. It's...slightly hysterical but that's- That's fine. They're fine.)
"Strong is what I need right now."
(With some struggle, they open the bottle and take a drink. They shudder slightly at the taste. That is- That is terrible. How did you manage to drink this? He grumbles something about teaching you what good alcohol tastes like before taking another drink.)
[He continues to just stare at you with a soft smile. He would have a drink, but… He needs to be at his best for you. So he won’t. But he’ll indulge you as much as you want him to!]
Hehe, yeah, ‘s pretty bad.
(They glare at you, though it seems playful.)
"Why do you drink this? It's so bad."
(Despite this they take another drink. He can ignore the taste. Honestly, the more he drinks it the easier that gets. Which...makes sense. Also the more they drink, the more they realize how cute you are. He could probably carry you easily...Well, not right now, they'd probably drop you. But later...Later they may have to test that.)
Because it’s the strongest stuff I’ve found. [He leans his head on one of his hands. Still, he can’t look away. He wishes you would just run your hands through his hair. Maybe he could teach you how to braid it, if you don’t know already.] It’s easy to get completely wasted on.
"Hm. Fair 'nough."
(He blinks at you slowly, almost like a cat. Huh. They thought you were the cat. Whatever. They hesitate for a moment before they sort of just...collapse into your side.)
"Did you know that you make me feel insane? 'Cause- 'Cause you do."
[As soon as you lean into him, it’s almost like he’s the drunk one. Your touch is like a drug, maybe a reward. What is he even being rewarded for? Whatever, he just knows he likes it. Suddenly, he’s purring uncontrollably, and leaning into you as much as he can.]
Mmm… Why?
"I dunno! You're just-"
(There's a groan as they take another drink. Wow, you were right. This is strong.)
"You're too cute. I wanna just keep you forever. I'm not gunna cuz you're- You don't deserve to be stuck with me. Unless you'd want that. Then you do deserve it."
[He tries to nuzzle in closer to you, nearly wrapping himself completely around you. Still, his purrs only get louder. He looks up to you, and what you can see could only be described as lovesick.] I’d love to be stuck with you… Forever and ever and ever… ‘N you could do whatever you want with me. [Theres a certain lilt to his voice you’ve never really heard from him.] I’m yours, Keir.
[Even this is a bit uncharacteristic of him.]
(Huh. That's...This is probably something that the two of you need to have a conversation about but he's...Hm. He wouldn't be able to phrase anything right, and he's...probably going to forget this happened. Being drunk is weird. Helpful, though. Sometimes. Not really.)
"...Mine?"
(Oh, that...that is a thought. If you were theirs, they could do so much to you. So many things. You could do so much to them. Could they be yours as much as you are theirs?)
(They go to take another drink from the bottle only to find that they've emptied it. There's a suprised blink before he shrugs and places it to the side. Whatever. He has...other things to focus on. Like you! Oh look at you...They could just stay at your side forever. You're so warm...the warmest. There's a giddy smile on their face as they wrap their arms around you.)
[He situates himself so that he’s once again in your lap, though he doesn’t try anything. He’s kind of just goes limp in your arms, continuing to look up at you like you hung the moon.]
Yours.. All yours.
[This is a strange feeling. It’s too… It’s too intense. But he can’t find it in himself to care. He is yours after all, you made him yours. He can’t argue with that fact. It’s actually impossible for him to.]
(He hums in acknowledgment, staring at you with plain adoration clear on his face. One of their hands comes up to cup your face. You truly are adorable. He can think that so many times and it won't get old. Well not to his drunken brain at least. It might get repetitive if they were sober.)
(They're somewhat tempted to see if they could play their harp like this...with you in their lap and with their muddled thoughts. It'd probably be shit, but...It's a tempting thought.)
"I told you that you were the cutest ever, right? That- If I haven't I should've. 'Cause you are. You're the cutest ever. The most cute. Cuter than...Cuter than an otter. And those fuzzy things are cute! But you're cuter."
Hehe… [He sort of looks off to the side, clearly flustered. He leans further into your hand, and his neck is a bit more visible right now, especially without the cuff around it.] You’re really drunk, aren’t you?
[He still doesn’t know how to take a compliment. You can tell from how embarrassed he looks.]
"...'s like you said, that was...strong alcohol."
(They run their thumb over your cheek, watching your face. Hm. They could probably kiss you right now, couldn't they? You...You weren't drunk anymore and you had said that you could see yourself kissing him. Right? That- That would mean you want to kiss them.)
(...)
(The Goddesses are probably laughing at him right now, aren't they?)
(Shaking that thought out of their brain, their eyes dart to your neck. Oh. Your skin is pretty. Well, all of you is. He finds himself leaning down to press a kiss to the side of your neck.)
[As soon as your lips meet his skin, it sends a shiver down his non-existent spine. One of his hands drifts to the back of your head, and his claws dig into your scalp just slight enough for you to really feel it. He whines quietly, and closes his eyes just to make sure he takes in the feeling completely.]
[He leans his head a bit on your shoulder. He saw that look in your eyes, and he wishes you acted on that. Really, he almost did, but he can’t. Not without permission. He pulls you a bit closer to him.]
(You can feel their smile on as they continue to press kisses to your skin. When you grab his hair, he groans. They pull back from your neck, just enough to look at you.)
“…Ribbon, can you look at me?”
..Hm?
[He tries, and ends up making shaky eye contact with you along with a nervous smile. He’s breathing just a bit heavier than usual.]
Y-Yeah?
“Nothin’. J’st wanted t’ see your face.”
(They smile wider.)
“You think you could loosen your grip on my hair?”
(You look even cuter when you’re nervous. He could stare at your eyes forever. And your smile…Really just you.)
[He whines more, but his grip does loosen. Not to mention him being completely flustered and covered in a light blush.]
You— You… [Yeah, it’s hard to talk right now. He still wishes you would just kiss him.]
“Me?”
(They’re teasing now. They’re absolutely teasing you. He’s got a…smug grin on his face and his eyes are shining with entertainment.)
(One of his hands is resting upon the small of your back. The other has moved to the side of your neck. Oh. Was their face always that close to yours? They don’t remember moving.)
[He frowns slightly, though the smile never quite leaves his face.] Youuu… Are a fuckin’ trouble maker… [Immediately, he buries his head under your chin to at least hide a little bit. His hand does go up to meet yours, however, and hold it. He runs his thumb over your fingers gently.]
“Don’ hide… I wanna see your eeyes..”
(They do. They’re truly do want to keep seeing your eyes.)
“Also ‘m the trouble maker?”
(His hand on your back moves to wrap around your waist, almost hugging you to his chest. You’re really warm. It’s like sitting next to a fire.)
[He grumbles, and only huddles closer to you. He doesn’t bother dignifying that. Like this, you can see most of the ground behind him.] You are… Trying to embarrass me… [But he’s not complaining. Anything you do is a gift to him. He would love to be flustered to death by you.]
“Nuh uh…’m just…I dunno…”
(They don’t want to see the ground. That isn’t you. He’s grab your chin, pulling you to look at him again.)
“Jus’…Jus’ wanna…look at you.”
(He wants to kiss you. Hm. That thought is back. They probably could…Hmm. Should they is the question…You’d probably be okay with it…)
(Making their mind up, he presses a kiss to your lips. It’s quick and more of a peck, but it happens.)
Mm… [Its still hard to look at you. You’re just so… He whines. But he tries to work up the confidence to actually say something.] Put me on display, then. Pin me up somewhere so you can look at me all day.
I wouldn’t mind.
[He can sort of sense it when you decide to go in, but he isn’t really ready for the feeling he gets when you actually do it. Immediately he melts into you, and his eyes gain a sort of dazed quality to them. It wasn’t even that much, but he wants more. He's a greedy little thing.]
…You can do better than that, love…
(They had a flush to their face. Be it from your words or the alcohol, it's hard to tell...Probably a mix of the two, honestly. He hums, almost uncertain.)
"I dunno, Ribbon. I might mess something up." (They pause before muttering under their breath.) "Hard enough to kiss when 'm sober."
(Pin you up...Hm. Maybe not. He likes being close to you as well. Likes touching you. That'd be hard to do if you were pinned up somewhere.)
[He hums as well, almost mimicking you really.] You could always let me take the lead. You’re hardly the first person I’ve kissed, you know. Hehe, I’ve even kissed Zomi before you! [Well, more like it kissed him, but he’s not about to go thinking about that too hard. It’s embarrassing. He huffs slightly.]
Though that’s not a bad thing for you, of course, it just means I’ve had practice. Better for you even. [He tilts his head, and then he moves his hands to the back of your neck.] I’ve kissed you once before, haven’t I? Don’t you want more of that? Because all you have to do is give me the go-ahead. I’ll be glad to deliver. Whatever you want from me, Keir. Anything at all.
[He tries to keep himself talking just a bit longer than he would have. He has a strong feeling you like hearing him talk, after all. Suddenly, it’s like his world revolves around you, and solely you. It’s strange, almost, but… He thinks he could get used to it.]
(Their eyes grow hazy the more you talk, but they still stare at you. He's silent as he processes your words. Oh. Oh, but he does want more of that. They want you to kiss them. How do they say that though?)
(He whines. He wants to bury his face in the side of your neck while he tries to figure out how to word things, but he wants to keep staring. You're too pretty to be real. They can touch you, though, which means that you are real. They're silent for a minute longer, and when they do speak, their voice is quiet.)
"...Please. Ribbon, I want that."
[He smiles, and one of his hands moves to hold your cheek.] I just love that look on your face… You really are beautiful. Truly. [Hearing you say it, too, not just seeing that look of want… He leans in close, though not quite close enough quite yet.] Whatever you want, Keir. [It’s a whisper. Just barely loud enough to be heard.]
[He closes the gap, barely giving you time to prepare before his tongue works its way through your lips and into your mouth. He can really barely hold himself back. Both of his hands trail down your front, and you can feel his claws through your shirt. Luckily, it doesn’t rip. He eventually gets to the skin of your stomach, and then he starts working his way under your shirt again.]
(They can feel their face burning. He's obviously not on fire, but he's almost too warm. It's not from you. Your warmth is comforting. They're just overheating.)
(He almost says something before he's cut off by you kissing him. Oh. Oh, that's your tongue. He didn't realize that was a thing you could do. Ever. Oh, but that is nice. They could probably die here. They'd die happy.)
(They barely realize that they're whining into your mouth as their arms wrap further around you. One hand lands on the back of your head, the other essentially trapping you against his chest. They don't even realize that your hands are under their shirt. Or that you could've ripped it. That doesn't matter right now.)
[His claws start to dig into your stomach. He doesn’t know if he accidentally made you bleed or not, but he doesn’t think so. But he would love to feel your blood underneath his hands…]
[It’s hard to make this any deeper than it is, but he tries. He ends up pushing you to the ground in the process, accompanied by a sort of possessive growl that you can feel in your chest with how close you are to him. And he cant get enough of the little sounds you make, either. He wants more of those, so he only kisses you harder. His claws dig deeper into your skin, scratching at it. Right now, to him, the only thing that matters in the world is you.]
(He almost wants your claws in their stomach, but that...Does he have potions on him? If they do then you could- They can't remember, though. And you kissing them is making it harder to think back on what they have.)
(When his back hits the ground, he grunts but quickly adjusts. He's holding you so gently, but also so securely. They don't want to let you go. They don't want you to move back. Eventually they'll have to but...that...isn't important right now.)
(They groan around your tongue as your claws continue to dig into their skin. They want you to leave deeper scratches. He wants it to scar. He already has your bite marks on his skin, what would a couple scratches be compared to that?)
[You’re the one thats in control of him, right now. But with you under him like this, it’s hard to remind himself of that fact. It’s so easy to get lost in things like this, especially now. He cant help but wonder— Is this what you’ll use him for during the time you have him? He wouldn’t mind, not at all. It feels too good for him to mind.]
[He continues to scratch at your skin, but it never goes all that deep. He doesn’t know if he’s even allowed to hurt you right now, but stars, does he want to. Hurting things is his specialty, it’s what he was made to do. Its only right that he shares that with you, isn’t it? But he doesn’t, not yet, not until you tell him to.]
(They don't realize why you haven't done anything for a moment longer than they would've liked. Reluctantly, he pulls his head back. Just enough to break the kiss so they can talk. And breath. That's something they forgot to do. His chest is rising and falling fast, but not to the point of hyperventilating.)
"Ribbon- Ribbon. Please. I want..."
(How do they phrase this without seeming too odd.)
"I want you to scar me."
(Hm. That works. If you think they're weird, they'll...figure that out...Hm. They want to go back to kissing you now, but they want to hear your response.)
