kaito kagamine ⚙ 鏡音介人 (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
was_no_monster) wrote2014-08-27 10:13 pm
was_no_monster) wrote2014-08-27 10:13 pm
HOOKERY POST THE FOURTH
by which I mean Court continuations! Curse you, captcha.
((from here))
Ah... thank you?
Bad taste is really somewhat of an understatement, though. Considering that one of the people I was closest to back home tried to kill and-or maim me on at least... hmm. Three separate occasions?
Ah... thank you?
Bad taste is really somewhat of an understatement, though. Considering that one of the people I was closest to back home tried to kill and-or maim me on at least... hmm. Three separate occasions?
Edited 2014-08-28 05:16 (UTC)
[having the advantage of being the stronger one helped keep the numbers down]
...ah. I'm not sure how to put it...
He was mad, essentially. He was a- a construct, and his makers... I don't even know how to describe what they did to him, but it was unbelievable cruelty for the pettiest of reasons, and it resulted in his mind snapping. He ended up taking interest in me due to our situations being somewhat similar, and then interest in my father because he offered to fix him.
We were successful at that, eventually.
...ah. I'm not sure how to put it...
He was mad, essentially. He was a- a construct, and his makers... I don't even know how to describe what they did to him, but it was unbelievable cruelty for the pettiest of reasons, and it resulted in his mind snapping. He ended up taking interest in me due to our situations being somewhat similar, and then interest in my father because he offered to fix him.
We were successful at that, eventually.
My father did— he specialized in the type of construct KaITO was, so he was able to repair what his creators had damaged.
[he pronounces the name a little differently from his own, with more emphasis on the second syllable]
It didn't make everything better. He still had to live with the memories of what was done to him, and what he had done to others, and that sort of thing leaves its own damage. But he stopped being a danger to himself and others.
[he pronounces the name a little differently from his own, with more emphasis on the second syllable]
It didn't make everything better. He still had to live with the memories of what was done to him, and what he had done to others, and that sort of thing leaves its own damage. But he stopped being a danger to himself and others.
[blinks, and then huffs a laugh]
Not quite— it's spelled differently. That sort of coincidence was fairly common at home, though; there was a set of ten or so names and faces that nearly everyone seemed to fall into. It made for some spectacular cases of mistaken identity.
Not quite— it's spelled differently. That sort of coincidence was fairly common at home, though; there was a set of ten or so names and faces that nearly everyone seemed to fall into. It made for some spectacular cases of mistaken identity.
[LAUGHS]
You don't know the half of it. It makes dealing with some of this place's mischief a good deal easier, though; I'm so used to recognizing people by things other than their faces that things like... I don't know, body alterations don't give me too much pause.
You don't know the half of it. It makes dealing with some of this place's mischief a good deal easier, though; I'm so used to recognizing people by things other than their faces that things like... I don't know, body alterations don't give me too much pause.
Mmm. I'm not sorry to see that it's significantly less common here, though.
...Although there is one person here that I do match, oddly enough. Only our faces, but...
[shrugging]
...Although there is one person here that I do match, oddly enough. Only our faces, but...
[shrugging]
Ah— his name is Harvey. I only met him the once, but he looks more or less like me without the scarring and with brown hair and eyes instead.
[roy is still a bit awed at Kaito's want for this. But it's encouraging-- if he can really give Kaito something he wants, and that's him... well.
He smiles at him, letting him turn his wrist as he pleases and go at his pace. His pulse is getting pretty fast.]
He smiles at him, letting him turn his wrist as he pleases and go at his pace. His pulse is getting pretty fast.]
[...he actually looks mildly stunned in response. because as much as he's had it hammered in enough to accept that people here didn't share his opinions on his appearance, as much as he's done his best not to second guess Roy agreeing to this, that's still actual, tangible proof of Roy's interest. he did that.
blurting out:]
—can I kiss you?
[aaand promptly flushing in embarrassment]
blurting out:]
—can I kiss you?
[aaand promptly flushing in embarrassment]
[shut up!!
leaving his hand on Roy's arm and leaning down to kiss him]
leaving his hand on Roy's arm and leaning down to kiss him]
[Roy tilts his head up to meet him, reaching up with the other hand to cup his cheek-- he feels back with his fingers, running the pad of his thumb inside the back of his ear, anywhere that might be sensitive other than the press of their lips.]
[there's more scarring back there, more or less following his hairline; Kaito makes a startled, breathy noise against Roy's mouth when his fingers brush against it, his grip tightening briefly before relaxing again as he lets go. he catches at the hem of Roy's shirt instead— not like he's trying to get it off, just holding it.]
[oh... Roy is paying very close attention to how he responds. He brushes along that line lightly, murmuring against his mouth]
Still good?...
Still good?...
[practically purrs in affirmation, this deep rumbling hum]
Mmmn. That's an objective...
Mmmn. That's an objective...
[aah... Roy is starting to get hard, so Kaito will actually have something to work with]
The nape of your hair?... Or a stitch line?
The nape of your hair?... Or a stitch line?
My seams. Possibly my scars in general, I haven't had the chance to check...
[starts to duck his head, only to frown— he can't really go any lower like this. which is a problem.
...letting go of Roy's shirt to wrap one arm around his lower back, and another just under his ass, aaand sorry Roy you're getting picked up so he can get at your neck.]
[starts to duck his head, only to frown— he can't really go any lower like this. which is a problem.
...letting go of Roy's shirt to wrap one arm around his lower back, and another just under his ass, aaand sorry Roy you're getting picked up so he can get at your neck.]
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