fullcursemeal | [Limelight] Inbox Pt. Deux

And what I'm telling you is that doesn't change anything for me and I'm not going to pretend like it does.

Do you still care about me?

No.

[climbs his knee again]

[ow tiny needle dragon claws ow]

[stands on his knee when he is up there]

Was that answer honestly how you felt or were you pausing to convince yourself of whatever you want to be true for Geto Suguru so that you can pass lie detection?

[a tiny shudder that Booker can probably feel, since he's standing on him]

Stop using that. I told you, it's Curtain.

Okay. Answer my question, Curtain.

I don't owe you explanations.

I'm going to take that as I was right, then.

It's the only thing that makes sense really. There's no way Asura suddenly stopped caring about his parents but if you're able to just put whatever you want into a box and label is as not your problem and actually believe that, then it's no wonder my ability hardly ever works on you.

... As someone else put it, sometimes you need to choose what's important to you, and that becomes your truth.

You know, I don't even disagree with that, but I decided Asura was important to me a long time--

[whoa, time to suddenly start growing back to normal size again]

[on my KNEE???]

[BLAME RIKA.

anyway it doesn't happen instantly and there is a moment where he can decide to jump off Geto, which would be the normal thing to do in this situation. the act of a person who was feeling normal about this

he does not he goes the other direction and drops into Curtain's lap so when he finishes growing in a few seconds you have a full Booker Storm right there]

--anyway, like I was saying--

[I'M IN HELL]

Booker.

[GOOD, WE CAN BE IN HELL TOGETHER.

Swiftly puts his hand around Curtain's throat and presses his extremely pointy thumb talon against some extremely delicate skin.]

--I have some more questions.

Why are you doing this to me and not to your ex-wife?

[what the fuck.

his breath catches, and Booker can feel Shura's pulse quicken under his fingertips. he doesn't reply right away, brain catching up with the rest of the situation that seems to be happening. and when he finally does, it's:]

Huh?

[well pulse quickening is probably a normal thing to happen when someone's basically threatening to stab a hole in your neck while sitting on you but that is kind of satisfying after Curtain has been sooooo unconcerned with him this whole conversation.

So he'll add just a little extra squeeze]

I spoke to her, and she doesn't seem to have gotten the impression that your insistent on completely deleting any relationship you had with her. But maybe she was wrong. Would you say she is also someone you no longer care about?

[he's sooo not sober enough to be dealing with this right now. the squeeze makes all of the muscles in his throat tighten and he finds himself swallowing on reflex and discovering that that's also a little more difficult to do than usual.

he closes his eyes and inhales deeply thorough his nose, doing his best to focus on Booker's words instead of the feeling of his hand around his neck, or the sharp prick of that claw against his skin, or the weight on his lap, or the warmth of the other man from how close they are right now...

no, this was a bad idea. he opens his eyes again to look at Booker in the dark.]

It's different.

[Hmm. Hmm. This close he can tell Curtain Asura Geto has been drinking tonight, and... that does not make him even a little more merciful. If he's sober enough to shove his feelings for Booker Storm into a box he's sober enough for this.

Still, he can tell that Curtain doesn't exactly seem to be afraid for his life.

It is at least easy to find Booker's eyes in the dark, they are a reflective gold when he's this pissed off, and there is a faint smell of smoke on his breath. He hasn't been drinking through. This is all him.

He drags his thumb firmly down the firm muscle of the tensed neck, cutting a small line of blood as he does.]

Explain it to me. Please.

[the feeling of skin breaking makes him throw his head back slightly and expose more of his neck. he chuckles, low, barely audibly, but it's impossible to miss when Booker's hand is still gripping his throat and he can probably feel the vibrations directly.]

And if I refuse?

[he doesn't take his eyes away from Booker's, and when he catches the scent of smoke he just takes inhales deeply again, as if looking to taste that with his tongue.

there's one vague coherent thought forming in the back of his mind, only tangentially related to all of this...

Dear Satin,

I think I just discovered a turn on.]

Edited 2025-03-13 20:26 (UTC)

[It is beginning to seem like I am going to kill you if you keep pissing me off is not the best method to getting his questions answered.]

Really, you...

[But this is the third time the third time Geto Shura Appointment with Fuckface Suguru has tried to derail Booker Storm trying to figure out what is going on with him with -- flirtation?? Is this even just flirtation at this point??

And being surprised the last two times really did not get him anywhere so

And it's not like he doesn't understand. It's really too bad he doesn't have that knife on him.

His tail thumps a couple of times against the edge of Curtain's bed.]

I'm not good at letting some things go.

[he places his other hand at Geto's side, not sliding them under the clothes but taking advantage of the pointiness of his talons to prick into the skin at his side without even needing to move them aside.]

So the longer you refuse the more you have to deal with me.

[chuckles again, completely shameless and unbothered except for the way he briefly shivers and shifts under Booker, upon the threat of even more pointy bits pressing against skin]

But it turns out I have to deal with you no matter what, so what's the incentive?

[extremely casually sliding one hand behind Booker and letting it rest atop the base of his tail, right where it connects to his lower back]

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