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Eames ([personal profile] casuistic) wrote2029-03-11 04:24 pm

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What did the bee say to the flower?

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monstermanual: (Mildly entertained)

[personal profile] monstermanual 2020-06-09 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[He took his shoes off when he came in even if I forgot to write it so he strips off his overcoat next, rolling up the sleeve of his arm that will be on the outside of the couch for easy access for Eames. He isn't sure where the ideal entry point is so he just makes sure the loose sleeve is secured above his elbow, given that thanks to the scar tissue it's easiest to find a vein on his wrist or the inside of his elbow where the tattoos have left a halo of clean skin around themselves.

He still doesn't like showing skin, but he's getting used to it around Eames. Easy enough to find a comfy position on the couch. He's had a fickle relationship with sleep - like food - but getting comfortable was never the problem.]


How will I know it's working?
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[personal profile] monstermanual 2020-06-09 09:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Saying Gerard lived in London his whole life was one of those "true but misleading" statements. It was the only place that his passport ever had as a residence, that was true. But his passport showed that he spent considerably less time there than, well, everywhere else for most of his life. How did one of the nurses put it, that he overheard? 'Very well traveled'. That said, in spite of always living there, he truly had never been to the Eye before.

In general, Gerard didn't have much time for things like ferris wheels.

"They're also called Observation Wheels," Gerard says mildly, going in when Eames directs him to, looking around the fully enclosed capsule. All alone in theirs, it'd be the perfect time to get a little frisky, under other circumstances.

"This is a dream," He says to Eames while he looks out the window, matter-of-fact, no disorientation or confusion to the statement.
monstermanual: By hollow-art (Planes trains and automobiles)

[personal profile] monstermanual 2020-06-10 07:27 am (UTC)(link)
Gerard is very familiar with dreams. Nightmares, really. But there's certain things that are tells for him, that have always been tells to let him know. He takes out a cigarette to light his own - it wasn't cigarettes that killed him, after all.

"Mmm? Like what?" he asks, trying to distract himself from the watched feeling that's amplified a hundred fold since they got here. He can't see the Watcher in the sky yet but he knows it's there, or it wants to be and something about Eames being here is holding it back for now.

He just hopes it won't freak Eames out too badly when it opens.

On his hands, all the eye tattoos are still tattoos, thin delicate lines, small enough to be masterwork with how fine and detailed they are.

Out of sync with one another, they blink, slowly.
monstermanual: By hollow-art (Leaning)

[personal profile] monstermanual 2020-06-10 12:17 pm (UTC)(link)
It's - well, magical. Seeing the city from above like this. He brings a hand out to press against the window as he looks down, and in the process his sleeve slips down a bit to show no scar tissue now. Gerard doesn't seem to have noticed it.

He's distracted, first by the delight of it, then by the pull in his gut, the sensation of being watched and before he even looks up instead of down, he knows what he'll see.

"Don't be afraid," he whispers to Eames. Above them, the eye opens, taking up the whole of the sky.
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[personal profile] monstermanual 2020-06-10 01:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Gerard isn't doing it. At least, he doesn't think he is, any more than bait in the water causes a shark attack.

The eye watches back, unblinking.

"The Ceaseless Watcher," Gerard says, because its here because if him, so he will have its focus anyway. His hand is still pressed against the window, still looking up as the colorless eye looks back down. Aside from the tension in his body, he gives no other sign of being afraid, himself.

"I've been marked by it since as long as I can remember. I get some protection from it-" the tattoos keeping back some of the burns "- but it isn't out of a sense of benevolence. It's because they're territorial. Common in the world? No. Common in my dreams? Almost every night."
Edited (Right 2nd question) 2020-06-10 13:10 (UTC)
monstermanual: By hollow-art (How do you human?)

[personal profile] monstermanual 2020-06-10 02:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"... you might need to be," Gerard says apologetically, finally turning away from the window to look up to Eames. "All it does is... watch. It's here for me, but it might be aware of you now."

Like Gerard says, it's not interested in hurting you- just giving you enough rope for you to hang yourself, and sitting back and watching the whole thing.
monstermanual: By hollow-art (How do you human?)

[personal profile] monstermanual 2020-06-10 03:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Gerard grabs at Eames' jacket, tugging at him lightly, indicating wordlessly he wants Eames next to him. It puts himself between Eames and the main window, too.

"Can you tint the upper parts of the windows? Like how you unhooked the capsle." Gerard asked. It won't make the eye go away, it won't hide them, but it will at least make it easier to not see it.
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[personal profile] monstermanual 2020-06-11 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
He can still feel the Watcher's gaze upon him, but it's always been there, waiting in the periphery. Once he doesn't have to see it, it's easy enough to ignore.

Gerard doesn't even try to hide his amazement at the sight through the door and down the tunnel, open-mouthed and staring.

"It's beautiful," he says, too scared to touch anything lest he mess it up.
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[personal profile] monstermanual 2020-06-11 12:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"Fear," Gerard answers that one easily, "They - are fears. It isn't a coincidence with what they represent. The Eye, the fear of being watched, judged. Dark, self explanatory there. The Slaughter, pure violence, as impersonal as a bullet fired into a crowded street. The Spiral, It Is Not What It Is, the fear that your perception of reality is lying to you, that you're going mad... they don't feed off of it, not really, they just are it. And like making more of it, if they can be thought to he intentionally doing anything."

Gerard had heard the theory that they're not even really aware of humanity, that all this is completely incidental. That is, somehow, more frightening.
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[personal profile] monstermanual 2020-06-11 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"It fits my disposition, I suppose," Gerard replies, giving Eames' fingers a squeeze before letting go. He begins shedding clothing while he speaks, then. Eames said they could swim, so damn it, he's going to. He never could in a place like this in real life - enough run-ins with the leavings of the Dark, the Buried, the Lonely to ever want to try cave diving.

"Overwhelming curiosity, a horrible need to know, even being fully aware you will regret having that knowledge. At least, that's what I figure," he says, crouching down to take off his boots.

He has a small birthmark on his stomach, an almost heart-shaped smear of tan just above his navel. It's completely covered up by scar tissue in reality, but here, in the dream, the only marks his skin has are the tattoos and piercings, the marks he chose.

"As for how I endure it - I dunno. I never really had a choice not to. It's deal with it or give up and die."
monstermanual: (Do you see this shit applejack?)

[personal profile] monstermanual 2020-06-13 11:24 am (UTC)(link)
Gerard has gotten used to Eames seeing him, but even so, he there's those little subconscious movements to hide his body when he's baring skin. Arms covering his torso when possible, being curled in on himself, trying to make himself smaller.

There's none of that now. He arches back into the warmth of Eames' hand, sighing with pleasure at the feeling - the feeling of it. Even the lightest touch is there and electric, and he briefly loses track of the conversation for it.

"...you can't really build a dynasty off them, not without a lot of work," Gerard explains. "They don't care who you're related to, assuming they even understand those connections. What matters is belief, your own disposition. Only one family's managed it that I know of, the Lukas family. Hilariously, they serve the Lonely. That's irony for you."

"Didn't stop my mum from wanting to try to make her own legacy that way, though. Didn't quite turned our like she planned. She couldn't have any kids after me, and not just because she murdered my dad in his sleep," she didn't actually. Eric Delano was awake, and Mary stabbed him in the neck with pruning shears. Gerard doesn't know this, though. "I didn't want anything to do with any kind of legacy she established, though, so the whole thing fell apart. The majority of my childhood was spent with take your son to work days when it came to meeting with the stuff of nightmares, though. So yeah, as long as I can remember, I've been in it. Thanks, mum. Bitch."
monstermanual: By hollow-art (Neck)

[personal profile] monstermanual 2020-06-13 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Once Gerard starts on about his mother it's very difficult to stop. Every part of his life revolved around her for so long, no matter how he tried to fight it. She's a poison he can never clear from his veins.

Having Eames touch him like this, though... having every slight caress able to be felt, no matter how soft. It feels like being touched for he first time. He's breathing hard and heavy before he knows it, pressed back against Eames, goosebumps rising on his skin.

"Just - keep touching me - " it's both a demand and a plea.
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[personal profile] monstermanual 2020-06-13 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Gerard doesn't answer with words, just writhing against Eames at first before covering Eames' hands with his own and moving them from the tops of his thighs to slide down to the insides of them. It's just as good as Gerard remembered it feeling. Better, even. He'd gone wild from his the small amount that had full sensitivity before. Having it all back, if only in this shared dream...

"Oh God-" Gerard gasps, squirming against Eames like he's trying to crawl into his lap, to fuck himself on Eames' cock through his clothing. His own hands drag up to scratch marks up Eames' arms.

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