PLEASURE OF TASTE

@tewwor​​ said:  “ yeah i don’t do the whole crying thing. give me something to stab and i’ll be good in a day or two. ” ( alya )

@valourie​ said: 

She barges into his mansion at like 3 in the afternoon. She's been chain smoking, got a bottle of Fizz in hand, and she's looking to dance! "Charlie called me a fucking square. I want you to turn the music ALL the way up. Right. Now."

A party like his requires WORK, pre-planning and -- DAMN IT ALL if there isn’t an easier way to get these meat grinders in working order without jamming up on inane things like METAL JEWELRY & HAIR. He’s in the process of overseeing such a declog now when Fia breezes in like an angry little raincloud, puffs of sweet tobacco trailing in her wake. He turns, an elbow digging into the side of one of his lackeys until they nearly topple into the grinder in question. 

“Fi, c’mon - I get you’re excited but we’re not star -” Ah, hold on - and what’s this, now? If he were an actual wolf, or perhaps just a dog of some inane and yapping breed, his ears might just perk at that. “The fuck does it matter if freaking Charlie - CHARLIE - of all people thinks you’re a square? C’mon!” 

It had been Charlie’s idea. Or was it Fia’s? Sometimes they roll together in a whirlwind of synapses, grey matter melding, and then who’s idea is irrelevant when they’re one mind. They’d laughed until they cried, chess pieces toppled over and rolling along the carpet. 

(I dare you to ask him that. No, I dare you. Fuck it. We both will. See what he says.)

“That’s - have you ever actually played chess?” Charlie stares at him incredulously. Slowly, he rolls his shoulder, shrugging Dorsey off. “It’s… you have these little pieces, right? And you move them across the board, and the goal is to put the king in check. Obviously the king’s the most important piece on the board, but he’s super weak, so you need to strategically corner him. Usually you - usually it’s the queen you’re using for offense, and to protect the king, but any piece can– Ugh. What I’m saying is, it’s not–”

He stops himself, frowning. Maybe Aleksis is right? Not that Charlie would ever admit that.

“WHATEVER. I’m not a virgin, Aleksis. I don’t know how many times I have to keep fucking explaining this to you. I get that you’re THREATENED by my masculine presence but not all of us have to constantly remind everyone we fuck.” A lightbulb sparks. He quickly derails, eager to steer the train away from revealing too much of his own sexual proclivities to this asshole. “You know what? I think you’re the virgin, seeing how you’re so DESPERATE to convince everyone you’re not.”

“Pfffft. Have I - have I played chess? Please. I CONQUERED it. Then it got too easy, I got bored, so I moved onto some harder shit.” He didn’t care about the game. TOO MANY RULES. Pieces knocked to the floor, and then the board itself flipped. Why? Because he’s better than some dumb game! He can’t be confined by the inane little details and guidelines to beat someone, not like Charlie, who needed those bumper rails in place to try and get ahead of others. Waste of time, and time was money, so Aleksis continued on his merry fucking way. 

“HAH. THREATENED? That’s - now that’s cute. Adorable, even. Look at you, you little -- you little gnome.” He laughs, but something rankles. Desperate? Desperate? Please. He’s a showman, a pathfinder, a leader, sure - and that? That requires walking with a big stick (heh), letting the others know who’s alpha. 

[ AdminCharlie ] That’s what I thought you’d say you stupid fucking furry. [ AdminCharlie ] Just pick Druid. [ AdminCharlie ] You can use Wild Shape to turn into a Dire Wolf. I’m starting us at Level 3 so that should be fine. [ AdminCharlie ] You need a background and then we need to roll your stats [ AdminCharlie ] Actually, here, let me send everything now [ AdminCharlie has sent you a file: DDPlayer_CharacterSheet.pdf ] [ AdminCharlie has sent you a file: DDPlayer_Handbook.pdf ] [ AdminCharlie has sent you a file: Charlie_DD_Homebrew_Lore.pdf ] [ AdminCharlie has sent you a file: Charlie_DD_Homebrew_Lore_PT2.pdf ] [ AdminCharlie has sent you a file: Charlie_DD_Homebrew_Lore_PT3.pdf ] [ AdminCharlie has sent you a file: Charlie_DD_Homebrew_MAP.png ] [ AdminCharlie ] Should be self explanatory but let me know if you have any questions.

@valourie​ asked:  “is  letting  someone  win  in  chess  sapiosexual  bottoming?”  (from Fia) // MEME

“Fia, I am SO glad you’re asking me. This shit, right here? It’s my - no, hey, keep looking over here, my eyeholes are right here - it’s my specialty, okay?” Everything’s his specialty, everything that matters, anyways; but he’s about to take this question, humored and offbeat as it is, and make it so much worse. “Now on the surface, sure, you might think that, but there’s social dynamics at play here, right? It’s not - it’s not bottoming, that’s different. I’ll teach you about the terminology LATER, but right now? It’s actually being submissive to the alpha, the big brain, the head honcho. So you lose a game of chess, and you--” 

@interaconteur​ asked:  “is  letting  someone  win  in  chess  sapiosexual  bottoming?”  (from Fia) // MEME

“Wouldn’t you like to know, techno boy.” Why the fuck does he want to know, anyways? Ah - that’s right. He recognizes the wealth of information Aleksis is imbued with, practically rolling in like a fucking pool of money. Of course the betas always come crawling to the alpha for a fleck of power and wisdom! HAH. 

[ AdminCharlie ] Ughhhhh she’s playing a human wizard. Named Wenjie. [ AdminCharlie ] Not very original. I had to explain to her that “physicist” isn’t a class in D&D. [ AdminCharlie ] If you want to be a protector I guess we could make you a paladin [ AdminCharlie ] But I don’t know if you have the moral qualifications for that.  [ AdminCharlie ] Paladins are usually GOOD PEOPLE [ AdminCharlie ] And YOU are bitch

Julesy? Ugh! Coming here was a mistake. She shouldn’t have tagged Colt in Fristad earlier, this night would’ve been better spent at home with a book and security footage of Aleksis in the grinder. The thought of a better night is all that’s preventing her from GAGGING at the clumsy attempt to flirt with her. 

  I mean, that is flirting, right? All that TONGUE talk? Hands on her shoulder? Flexing his bank account at her like it even mattered anymore? None of this mattered. It was all POINTLESS and- Hm. Don’t spiral. Don’t spiral. Don’t. Make it fun. That’s the only way to survive.

  Seat taken at the bar, she took a look at the Serkonan Wine and sighed. “Morleyan Bier is my preferred go-to.” Cork of wine popped, it was lifted and a decent amount of it was drained in a few goes. Clapped back down, she looked up into his eyes- the eyeholes on his mask. So stupid.

    “You want to know why I’m here, Aleksis? It is to get me to loosen up. Being the new chief of security is so stressful, this whole thing with Colt? On an entire island of infinite pleasures, the only place I feel comfortable enough to let my inhibitions go is here. With you. Drinking shitty chocolate beer.” Bottle lifted again, it paused a hair away from her lips, spread into a cheeky smile, painted in gloss and alcohol in tandem. “Sorry. Not shitty. Acquired taste.”

“Morley? Didn’t didn’t chalk you for being the type.” Blood and grit is what they’re known for, and that’s not to say that Julianna doesn’t have that in spades, but she comes off a little more refined. Something like cloves and spiced apples maybe; fuck if he cares, his blood feels too loud, and the moment feels too quiet from the usual punching beats of music and chatter. 

Dorsey’s nose twitches at the sight of drinking straight from the bottle, however. Eugh. A glass is slid towards her ( he tells himself so it lets the wine breathe better ) as he picks through the ice box to see if they had anything Morleyan. Not usually his scene, playing bartender, but the night is still long and Aleksis can make an exception for a fellow Visionary, right? Maybe not Egor, fuck no, but Julianna? Wenjie? Maybe Frank? Sure. Sure, sure, sure.

“Huh. Takes a special type to feel comfortable in a den of wolves.” He drags his beer back towards himself now; the froth thinning, the chocolate sediments sinking towards the bottom of his glass. The pad of his thumb rubs against the handle, as if pacing his thoughts; a nervous tic that a mask can’t hide. “But see, inhibitions, morals: those all get checked at the door. Like I said, everything here? It’s about feeling good, not being good - so do what you want, when you want, how you want. That’s why - with the masks, see? Course you see. My point is it helps to blend in, let those inhibitions run loose, and no one will ever fucking know it’s you. I uh - you could wear one of mine. Not this one, but I keep a collection. Spares, in case you, if you want, or whatever.”

Now Charlie realizes the sentence he had just inadvertently strung together. Dorsey’s interpretation is the last thing he wants. His saving grace is the fact that Aleksis - thankfully - surprisingly? - isn’t actually interested.

“No - NO!” Once again, he shifts out of Aleksis’s grasp to the opposite side of the foyer, where he lands a good three feet from where he’d been aiming and knocks over a standing lamp. Charlie quickly teleports to the other side of the lamp, just narrowly catching it before it hits the floor.

“It’s - uh - it’s–” He’s sweating underneath his thick coat, panting like he’d just run here from Karl’s Bay. “It’s a game I’m designing. Ass Hotel: A Charlie Montague Game. It’s avant-garde. You wouldn’t get it. It has nothing to do with you. Or with the - the coital center. The title - it’s a philosophical reference, you wouldn’t understand.”

He pauses, though, the wheels of his remaining gray matter turning. A terrible realization finally sinks in. “Hold on. No. I’m sorry. You thought I - Charlie FUCKING Montague - the world’s greatest genius - you thought I was hitting on you, and you weren’t interested?”

Aleksis was, perhaps, the last visionary on this island he would lower himself to be with. Not that he was particularly interested in any of these clowns to begin with. They’re nothing compared to Fia. His princess. His goddess. His mistress. His muse. He doesn’t need anyone but her.

But the very principle of it! Is Charlie not attractive? Do people not quiver in the glow of his brilliance? Are they not turned on by his roguish good looks and his giant, throbbing mind?

Not when half of it’s floating in a jar.

“You know what?” Charlie shifts again, up in Dorsey’s stupid little masked face. He pokes a finger at the man’s chest. “Fuck you. You could never have me. You couldn’t handle me. Your puny mind couldn’t even begin to comprehend the ways in which I fuck.”

“The fuck am I supposed to think? You start talking about assplay hotel and I’m supposed to, what, think you’re talking about the weather?” It’s the first moment he’s broken his character, a mere crack in the façade that leaves him floundering. But he’s got to get back into control, something better, sleeker, than the man flitting around his house in a bid to destroy all his lighting. 

What is it about the lighting that sets Charlie off? First the chandelier. Now his lamp. Like a cyclonic moth out for blood, volts, electricity, whatever.

There’s a slight lean-back when Charlie approaches, face to face ( as close as it’ll ever be ), barely noticed in the way his neck tilts back. Beneath the mask, his eyes narrow to slits. It’s all a show of dominance, this posturing, this shitshow, but Aleksis always - always! - comes out on top. 

He shoves Charlie back, before taking a step in a direction he only hopes the generator is at. “It’s fucking. It’s - it’s not rocket science, or bottlenecking someone’s deep audit on your company expenditures, or, or, or quantum mechanics. I get it, Charlie, I get that it doesn’t come to you naturally. But that? Fucking? That’s one of the most natural things you can do. Our bodies were built for it, like little machines. But for you, well - I mean, what’s there to comprehend with you? Insert part A into slot B and rinse, lather, repeat, right? BORING.” It’s antagonizing, maybe, but that’s the very nature of Aleksis. There’s a titter of a laugh; reminiscent to a hyena.