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This post comes with several options:
1) Give me a prompt
2) Give me a blank response and I'll go with something

And within those options:
A) Just post with one of your characters and I'll choose which of mine
B) Ask for whoever you want of mine but leave yours up to me
C) Several options for either
D) I can even pick for both maybe

You can leave something to be done now, or maybe down the line sometime, YOU NEVER KNOW WHEN I MIGHT STRIKE or maybe you do...

Also use this for whatever memes or PSL stuff you want to spring on me any time.

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[The smile sobers, falls into a frown as he turns to Dorian properly with that command. He said that he would listen, and he doesn't intend to contradict himself. Yes Hyde lies if it suits him, if it causes some amusement, he has done that to Dorian after all, but he will maintain that he isn't inherently a liar like Jekyll. But he also said he would do what he desires. And as it turns out, it isn't to listen. Slowly the smile creeps back.]

But is that where I belong? I belong wherever I wish, and where I wish to be now seems to be with you.

[Unease creeps over him, seeing that smile. Dorian didn't truly want Hyde to leave. But neither did Dorian want Hyde to stay. And now that he isn't listening—]

You could slaughter and kill all you like there. You could murder anyone, everyone, in any way that pleased you. You'd be lauded for it. You'd be praised.

[Hyde's voice softens, smile easing again, perhaps for Dorian's sake, perhaps for some wistfulness for the idea of violence.]

And naturally I should very much enjoy it. Still, if the basis of your decision lies in which you think I would prefer...then your assessment is wrong.

[It is like watching mercury slip and slide. Dorian frowns, unsure of Hyde, and moves a step towards him.]

You'd prefer to look after a helpless, weak boy.

I know that you are not at all helpless or weak. You only require some motivation. I would prefer what is here. What I respect, rather than what I would grind under heel.

[Dorian takes another step, his brow furrowed more. He doesn't know if he likes what Hyde is saying, if he believes it. If it is too terrible a thing to be true.

If it is a wonderful thing.]

You would grind me under your heel if you wanted to. You wouldn't hesitate.

Are we not already past that? Yes, if I wanted to, I would do anything at all to anyone at all. However, the fact remains that I no longer have any such wish with you.

[It's his turn to take a step, and to reach out again, this time to brush against Dorian's neck. And to carefully wrap his fingers around it.]

Oh, there are things I desire of you, things I could take if I chose, which is such a temptation.

[Hyde leans in closer, only to take his hand away.]

But I choose not to, for even if you are immortal, you are not something to be used up. Or treated entirely selfishly.

[For violence, sex, or anything else.]

[Still as prey, and quiet. His eyes widen to stare into that deep, deep red, and he breathes deeper, flushes, remembering. Remembering what happened the last time Hyde put his hand around his throat. The pain that followed.

The kiss.

Hyde lowers his hand, and Dorian covers his mouth with his palm.

He doesn't understand Edward Hyde. He thinks he understands Henry, he feels he must. For all that happened, he has a sense for that goodness, the love. But Hyde—]

[Very quietly, Dorian tells the truth.] You confuse me, Edward Hyde. I feel like I should understand you very easily, as the simplest of mathematical problems set on the most direct rules.

But I can't—my mind can't understand. You remain the simple line of infinity, clear and defined and beyond my comprehension. I can't grasp you.

No one can truly and fully understand the human mind, much less heart or soul. Even oneself. But is that incomprehensibility not what draws us to others? Without it we would all be terribly boring. We should understand just enough to pique our interest for more. The chase is always more thrilling than the catch.

As much as I pride myself upon a certain transparency, I would hate to be so boring. Certainly with my situation in particular, how could it be so - even 'we' cannot truly know how much of one is within the other.

[There's a truth for him in return. As much as Hyde likes to remind that he is what Jekyll denies, it's rare to admit it can go both ways, or that he might exaggerate Jekyll's desires.]

[With that candour, Dorian eases a little bit. It reminds him of Hyde's own admission: that he may be willful, cruel, demanding. But his interest in Dorian is something that will cause him to be—good? to Dorian?

To afford him kindnesses.]

I wondered sometimes—sometimes if it isn't everything. [He rushes over the words, scared he'll be scolded—] If you're everything that Henry represses, but he's everything that you do. So that you're both there, but clamped down, both in fact and in essence.

Perhaps in a sense. However it is not that I deny those qualities, it's only that I so rarely have use for them. Any man has the potential to be anything at all, it all falls upon circumstance.

What I am is as you said, an utter lack of denial. I am equally capable of kindness as I am cruelty, rare though it may be.

[What can he do but shrug.]

Why should it be the default, and not something earned? Would it not be more meaningful that way?

[It is difficult to find the words for argument.

And slowly, he nods, accepting Edward's perspective.]

It is more meaningful. I . . . it means a lot, the kindness you've shown me.

I'm glad you understand. It means a great deal that you would give any forgiveness for my transgression against you - I certainly wouldn't wish to be a thing of horror for you, or else an enemy.

[He pauses, regarding Dorian and his expression.]

Only why then do you look to be so upset? I hope I'm no longer a horror.

You aren't!

[Dorian flusters to exclaim it. Then he stops. He steps forward.

Lightly, he touches Edward's arm. As if he is afraid to do so.]

But I still . . . remember it. Perfectly. [His eyes turn up to Hyde, and they are wide and glassy.] I remember every detail of it. I can't forget.

[It's really very simple to get a favourable response, isn't it...

He places his hand over Dorian's, meeting his eyes.]

You are alive now, and I will keep you from suffering ever more.

[Far too easy, given the light flush that settles on Dorian's cheek. After a moment, he can't even meet Hyde's eyes.]

I appreciate that, Mr Hyde. Thank you.

I thought I had graduated to Edward? There's no reason to be so formal. Are we not friends?

I don't know if we are. [He must point that out. But he is a little more flustered at slipping up and sliding back into formalities, and he shakes his head, curls bouncing in the motion.]

For all you say, it still seems best for you to go back to the battle. I don't know how entertain you waiting for it to pass.

[Closing what little gap still remains between them until he stands not an inch away, Hyde takes one of those curls between his fingers, twirling it between them.]

Are you so innocent as that? I'm sure you can think of a great many ways in which to entertain us both.

[He imagines a few might have crossed Dorian's mind by now, judging by the colour in his cheeks.]

[So Dorian's voice cracks.]

May I speak to Henry please!?

[God damn it, Jekyll better not fuck this up for him, but:]

As you wish.

[It's also in his better interest to do as Dorian wishes. This is almost a sort of courtship. So once again he returns his body to its rightful inhabitant, who immediately blushes to find himself so extremely close to another. He rushes to take a step back.]

--I hope that I wasn't all too terrible.

[But he remembers enough to know it was what he would label terrible.]

[Dorian basically heaves out his sigh of relief and steps back himself, quickly shaking his head. In some ways, he is just relieved Hyde listened to him. He was scared Hyde wouldn't.]

Henry! No, no, he was—Edward was very . . . kind. For Edward.

You know how he is.

I mean of course you do, you being him—

Well, that makes quite the relief!

[He offers a smile, ducks his head.]

I am glad that you, at least, are safe with me.

[Now, that is.

But it makes this awkward, something was clearly going on, Jekyll can read the situation and recall enough to realise that - besides he's too flustered himself. But he can't just ask.]

Yes! As am—I.

[He presses his lips together. Yes. How nice. Being safe.

This is so awkward.]

[He rubs his palm, looking anywhere but Dorian. Awkward indeed....]

Is- is there something you wanted to speak with me about, in asking for me?

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