skiamakhia | Let's do this thing.

Let's do this thing.

[Which is to say, in a wholly predictable series of events...Myoh, crazy person that she is, succeeded in what she was trying to do, which means there is a fully sentient cyborg dragon now existing in the world.

This naturally means quite a few people have been trying to kill her. This last incident, whether they were lucky enough to be there when the murderhobo wasn't, or just good enough to make it that close, she got shot. Nonfatally, of course, and then the dragon ate them, but this means she's been basically stuck in bed while she recovers.

It might be unnerving, how much she's sleeping--especially when it's clear that, even while she's asleep, she's aware of what he's doing, through every inch of the house. But hey! Maybe today she'll wake up. The stitches come out today, after all.]

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[The problem with her sleeping constantly and her work being done is that Betrayal, grim spectre, psuedo-boyfriend, having sworn vengeance last time we checked in on these crazy kids, is bored out of what little fucking mind he had left in the first place.

At first there was a frankly worrisome uptick in homicide and bizarre crimes and scandals around the city, but now? Now there's been nothing. He's been mostly frittering away time on nothing. If anything this should be even more worrisome: what happens when all that psycho has is time to plot?]

[Hey, one would have thought continued assassination attempts would keep him busy.

Nevertheless, bored psychos may note the beeping and whirring that signifies she's, well. Awake.

And wobbled out of bed.

Heading for the kitchen, no less. This won't end badly, or anything.]

[The assassins have been.... dispatched. Frankly the ones who just died in the attempt got off lucky: it turns out when you give a bored monster of a human being the ability to influence men's minds and a complete animosity toward the person in question it ends terribly.

He doesn't know until she's in the kitchen. It's where he spends his time in this house.]

Myoh, go back to bed.

I've been in bed for too long as it is.

[Yawning. And peering at whatever he's up to in here.]

Are your stitches out? Because if not you're going back to bed.

[He's... looking over the camera list on his tablet screen? Since when did he have access to that?]

Y-eess...[Leaning over to the tablet.]

When did you manage this? [Even asleep as she's been, it's slightly alarming she didn't notice...]

One of your would-be killers make it while you were actually in REM. Clever little thing, she was. I kept her toys; I'm fairly certain anything of value in her is now spread among a dozen different Aztechnology employees, and maybe their flagstones.

[He smiles.]

It's been so dreadfully boring without my pet dragon to keep me company.

Oh-hoo dear....

[She laughs, because she's just kind of made peace with how terrible this is going to be.]

Keep that up and I might actually think you care, Lidan. But if you've been so bored...I suppose I should make it up to you, eh?

Oh, I think you're going to regardless, but I'm curious what you were thinking. I'm sure being in a coma for a month had no influence on this; plenty of time for both of us to think, then?

What was I thinking? About what, specifically?

I had time to think about a lot of things.

So start talking, Myoooh. Or do I have to say please? Or another magic word?

So impatient.

[Pressing a finger to his lips.]

I was thinking it's time for me to move on again. Someplace...defensible. A nice little northern town or the like, to claim as mine and defy those who'd destroy me. I've the money...probably still have enough favors owed me to pull it off.

Trouble is...I don't know if that would keep you entertained. And I don't think you're about to let me leave a second time. I made the mistake of falling for a monster, Lidan, but I'm not enough of a fool to think sentimentality is enough to keep your attention.

[Dropping her hand, but maintaining eye-contact. As opposed to when he first found her again, this is far more defiant. If he chooses to kill her she knows she won't win.

But she's not going to give him a damn inch he doesn't take.]

You wanted me to finish the dragon, and so it is. So what'll it be, Betrayal? Go north, for something different? Or use those magic words of yours?

[He stands up, after she finishes that, looming over her, and strokes her cheek.]

I see... You spend all the time making that beautiful thing, and in the end you'd rather hide away with it. It's disappointing, but it is a new experience you're offering me. So in return, Myoh, I'm going to offer you something.

[He leans in, whispering in her ear. His breath is notably hot as he does.]

You've shown me that you don't deserve to belong to a monster. I can end this with a few little whispers. Do you want to start again, free of me? Free of any of it... I can make that happen.

I'm not planning on hiding...You misunderstand. I was born up north, nearer the lights. It seems poetic, then, to return there and take it all for my own. I'm not going back for hermitage...I'm returning home to conquer.

[She shivers, a bit, at his breath. What he's offering here is...unique, she's aware. And a better deal than she'd ever get again. She knows, full well, she should say yes.

She doesn't even hesitate, when she answers.]

No. No...I don't regret any of this. And if you'll be the death of me, I'll go to the grave without any regrets.

[He licks up her ear, then, and then leans back out of her face.]

Very well. I have always wanted to my own dragon...

[Squeaking.]

...Well, it's too late in the day to get started on the process tonight. So.

[Just going to lean over to honk his ass.]

Guess for tonight, nothin' to do but each other.

[Yep, that is a very nice ass and a look that borders on scary.]

I imagine you've got some desires, since it's been a month...

Oh, don't make this all about me...You're the one complaining about how bored you've been.

[Leaning up to murmur in his ear.] Or do you mean to tell me you aren't hard up at all, after a month...?

[He licks along her neck, up to her ear.]

Oh, I keep thinking back to how you got me to plead last time... I think it's time I got you back for that!

[She shudders, and makes a little noise, but that only means she's going to lick along his collarbone.]

Yeah...? Then bring it on.

[He bites her ear, pinches her ass in retaliation, and then spins her around.]

Bedroom, then. I'm not wrecking this table; I like it too much.

[Laughing, as much as she jumps at the ass pinch, and heading off for the bedroom.]

Right, right. You remember where it is, don't you?

I've been keeping an eye on you, sleeping beauty. I remember where you sleep. And even if I don't, I have your scent~

[He is following, not directly on her heels but it doesn't take him too too long to get to her.]

...See, to a sane person, that would be terrifying.

[But she isn't, and it isn't, and by the time she's reached the bedroom she's already gotten rid of her shirt so he can admire that impressive exit-wound scar. It's a miracle it didn't sever her spine, much less any organs, to be honest.]

But I'm more worried you've gone and found the more embarrassing shampoos I've got stashed.

[He just slips in behind her, then, running a hand down her back... and into the back of whatever pants she's wearing. He's paying especial attention to her ears.]

I liked the cherry blossom one, you should use it more.

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