jarredforlife | Courtinuations

[and...now he has chocolate cupcake smeared all over his face. despite his best efforts, a bit more icing gets into his mouth, and he flushes more deeply, breathing a little more labored.

bodies suck so much :(]

[ She sighs when he makes a mess and she reaches up to grab a napkin from the table before scooting over to sit beside him. She starts wiping his face. ]

See what I mean? There's no point in resisting.

[says nothing.]

[ She continues cleaning his face with the napkin, being intentionally slow and gentle. ]

Don't be mean to me, Barakiel...

[ Her voice is a singsong as she leans closer. ]

...I'll just be mean back.

[just kind of...sighs...through his nose. and also tries to lean away from Cecil because Cecil being so close is...distracting.]

Oh, the silent treatment, is it? Fine, fine.

[ Well, there's good news and there's bad news. The good news is that she doesn't force him to have more of the cupcake. She also doesn't use her powers of manipulation to force him to stay still. The bad news though is that she doesn't move away, but rather, once she's wiped the frosting from his face, she sets aside the napkin and comfortably drapes herself over his shoulders. She's practically nuzzling his face too, with her chest pressed tight to his bicep so he'll have to get a little rough if he wants to escape. She even transitions to her "human" form so that she looks just like she normally does, all silver and blue instead of the menacing dark shades of her Noah form.

Barakiel is seriously the least fun torture victim. He doesn't react. He doesn't care about being hurt or insulted. He barely even talks back. Thus, she's trying a different method: needling him along slowly until he loses his excellent self-discipline. She's not going to force herself on him really any more than this, wanting him to be the one to take action. ]

...Your skin smells like chocolate now. Do you think you taste sweet too?

[letting the cupcake go with relief, but now more distracted than ever by Cecil's closeness. in her "human" form, it feels perilously easy to forget the costume that's affecting her right now, the familiarity of her light eyes and hair a definite relief.

but, even more than that...he can feel the chocolate cupcake working on his system, the heat in his face and the way he can't stop staring at Cecil's mouth. it takes him a moment to register her speaking to him, in fact.]

...Mm... I wouldn't know about that.

[ She smiles, finally pleased by the reaction she gets from him. As if to reward him for it, she begins rubbing his chest with her hands soothingly. ]

How truthful are you feeling? Still the same?

[pppushes her hands away]

I guess so. The only way to tell would be to make me tell a truth I wouldn't say otherwise, wouldn't it?

[ She stops, but she keeps her hands on his shoulders at least, wanting the maintain contact to keep the pressure on him. ]

Why wouldn't you tell me the name of the demon you spoke of earlier?

I don't know it. And a demon would destroy you if you went after one.

What did this one look like?

[FUCK]

Red hair, black clothes. Hat. Pretty androgynous-looking...

'Sounds hideous. It's probably best to kill it, after all.

[ No, she's just pissed about it still. ]

But the good news is that you are still bound by the truth-telling tea. What else should I ask, Barakiel, as he dislikes speaking of his life...

[ Also, she's beginning to rub his shoulders. ]

So, how did you die?

[just...resigns himself to all of this getting out now. :(]

Execution for high crimes against the angelic orders.

Such as?

[ Also possibly nuzzling is going on too again. ]

[ugh that's so distracting bodies suck so much]

Stop that, you're distracting me.

[half-heartedly tries to push her away since it's probably useless anyway]

I'm not sure what the exact charges were. "High crimes" was all that I was told. It doesn't matter; they were all spurious anyway.

[ Very useless. She keeps on doing it. ]

Why would they bother making up spurious charges to execute you?

I was expendable. When someone higher-up needed someone to expend, I was the natural choice.

Someone like Kevin?

Not that high. I was pretty far down the ladder. I wasn't even on the ladder.

And your friend was...?

A demon. Opposite side of the war. They don't know anything about what happened to me.

[ At that, Cecil's hands on his shoulders tighten their grip, her nails digging into him possessively. She stays quiet for a while, but it's probably pretty clear that wasn't the answer she expected-- or one she likes. ]

I can't heal like this you know...

[j. just saying.]

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