crystallinelore | VOICETEST

[Returning in time to catch that, a change of clothes folded over his crystalline arm.]

Ah... pray forgive me for the delay. Welcome to the First reflection.

[kneeling and offering him the clothes.]

Can you tell me how you're feeling...?

[He takes the clothes, trying not to show weakness though it's impossible now with his hand shaking and the Exarch feeling of living, vital aether right next to him,. He pulls the shirt on but doesn't manage to button it.]

The first... fnaf should be... impossible.

Generally, yes. But I pulled you here. You weren't... my intended target, however.

[rean's condition isssss concerning.]

...?

[He'd ask who was but that seems pointless right now. Trying to get up to put pants on, he almost falls over with the effort.]

The light...

[It's overwhelming, and in reaction the darkness in him is trying to burst free, he clamps a hand over his chest, dropping to his knees again as darkness roils in his shadow.]

R-run.

[It's a hoarse whisper but the part of him that's not a monster would rather this stranger not die.]

[he's backing the fuck up, but not running. in fact, the doors of the tower are slamming shut simultaneously, locking them both firmly in the Ocular. he brandishes his staff, but does not attack.]

Thank you, but I cannot do that.

[if he summoned a monster here, he won't unleash it on his people.]

[The room dims around them as shadows crawl from Rean to cover the floor and creep up the walls. A single leathery wing rips from his back, black marks crawl along his body and a single dark horn forms on his head.

But he doesn't... move. He's kneeling and clutching his chest and making soft, inhuman noises, but he's not attacking. He's still in command of himself even if his more monstrous side doesn't exactly think like a human, both parts of him do think and feel.

It takes a while to reach any equillibrium with the out of balance aether.]

[G'raha watches and waits, warily, but does not move to attack or flee. Finally, gently:]

Are you hurt?

Nmmm.

[He takes a labored breath but he thinks he has control enough now. Fragile as it is.]

You... really should get away, from me. Your aether is...

Please, explain if you can. I may be able to help you.

[How do you explain you want to eat a guy?? Well. More than eat. Consume in... a lot of ways.]

I'm trying... not to hurt you. But-- you... smell... delicious...

I did not bring you here to put you through hell and abandon you to it. I will not allow you to hurt me, but if there is aught I can do for you without coming to harm...

[There IS something isn't there? Rean's loathe to do it but at the moment he feels desperate enough.]

...Pact...

[ah, of course. voidsent haven't been a concern for g'raha for nearly a century now, but it isn't as though he can forget, either.

he nods, stepping closer.]

What must I do?

Your blood, some of your aether, in exchange, my obedience.

[That's a bad deal for anyone pacting with a real voidsent but Rean's not really thinking clearly.]

Understood.

[he's kneeling before Rean, biting deep into his thumb and offering the bleeding hand to his voidsent guest.]

I will only require your obedience in one thing. Do no harm except to protect yourself or others. If you require something, take it from me.

[It's too much. He grabs the Exarch's offered hand, a purple circle lighting under them as bind magic curls around them both.

With a growl that isn't human he tanks G'raha towards him, licking his blood from his fingers, then up along his hand and wrist. His pupils are slits but the magic is certainly sinking in. The terms are... quite broad aren't they?

There's a pull on G'raha's aether, hungry, voracious even, but connected to the tower as he is he should be able to withstand it.]

[He can take it, but the pull still takes the wind out of him. Rean pulled him in close, so now he's slumping breathlessly against the voidsent as he scrambles to pull aether into his body fast enough to compensate for the head start Rean got in pulling it from him. It's dizzying, a lot happening at once, but he's nothing if not resilient.]

["If you require something, take it from me." Is a dangerous thing to offer a hungry voidsent. Rean is certainly taking.

One hand settles on the Exarchs hip as Rean nuzzles his wrist, pulling the man into his lap while shadows crawl from the floor to bind his legs.]

[he's malleable, far more focused on the aether flowing through him than he is on the way he's being physically moved, at least for now.

he knows this was a truly reckless thing to do, but Rean seemed so human, so focused on not harming him... he's a bleeding heart and he knows it, but he is also responsible for trapping a voidsent in a world flooded with light. he had to.]

[Rean's not thinking too clearly right now. He hasn't eaten in.... a long long time. He's taking too much for a normal person to handle yet he can't make himself stop.

He'll feel really horrified later, but right now he's pulling G'raha possively into his lap and leaning to lick at the crystal and flesh of his neck, tugging at the hood, it's in the way.]

[G'raha's legs part around Rean's waist without hesitation, his robe riding up scandalously. He's utterly unconcerned with how inappropriate this is-- not with how wrapped up he is in the give and take of it. he's focused enough on drinking deep of the tower's aether and funneling it to Rean that he really only snaps out of it at all when his hood slips down. he's left blinking in the glow of the tower for a few moments before his sense returns even a little.]

--Hold on-!

[he doesn't sound terribly convincing, voice husky with strain.]

[That's a very unspecific command and so Rean slips his arm around G'raha's waist, "holding on", and keeps licking his neck, nipping the flesh that isn't crystal, his other hand releasing G'raha's to slide up the line of his robe along his thigh.

He's an attractive voidsent, by nature that part of him is seductive and unrestrained.]

[g'raha shivers, breath catching, ears pinned back as his head spins. he keeps up the ebb and flow of aether, most of him still focused on that, but his tail frees itself from its usual tight coil around his waist and lashes in overstimulation.]

T. Tell me what you need...

I want you.

[He doesn't, strictly, need to fuck the Exarch so he can't just take what he needs as it were, but boy does he want to.

Well, if G'raha glanced earlier he did look to have a normal dick. Of course he doesn't right now but that fact is hidden by pants.

And he's lifting his head to nibble the Exarch's ears, his hand roaming higher under the robe to palm over his ass.]

[g'raha did not check out Rean's dick ok]

That's not the same.

[but that's not a no, either. his ears twitch under the attention. he's wearing shorts under the robe, tight ones, and they certainly aren't doing his ass a disservice. he jerks at the hand on his ass, knees pressing into Rean's sides as he reflexively tries to close his legs.]

Why?

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