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[turtleen]

Muselist here

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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[depicted]

[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—

[cagedinflesh]

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.]

[depicted]

Yes! As am—I.

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

This is so awkward.]

[cagedinflesh]

[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?

[depicted]

[Dorian's lips press together. He shakes his head quickly.]

I only . . . didn't want to speak with him at that time.

Oh!! But—it's always a pleasure to speak with you, Henry. I mean.

[cagedinflesh]

[He smiles a little, dipping his head.]

I thank you for that. Did - is there a reason, in particular, for that...? Of course, I could entirely understand simple dislike for his company. That would not begin to surprise.

[depicted]

No, no, I enjoy his company—!! That is, ah, it wasn't that. I didn't—mean that.

[10/10 for grace and skill.]

[cagedinflesh]

Then-- I'm sorry, it is only that I worry for the things I do when I...cannot control myself.

[He thinks that should be good wording to declare awareness that it is still himself...but without taking the blame.]

Did he do something?

[depicted]

[Instead of answering, Dorian looks up at him, almost—hopeful?]

Do you mean the things he does? I mean do you—if he does something. Is it really something you'd want to do?

[cagedinflesh]

[Oh- there's a loaded question. Jekyll presses his lips together, chewing on the inside of his bottom lip. It's a pause that's just a bit too long before he answers.]

That...depends. No, I simply do not know, for a certainty, in most cases. Some, yes, others, no, but largely...I have no answer myself.

[depicted]

[Dorian is very quiet. His eyes flicker down, then back up again. He bites his lower lip.]

I should like to talk to him again, perhaps. Would that be all right, Henry?

[cagedinflesh]

[He thinks about it for a moment, but finally nods.]

So long as you feel comfortable with that. ...Should you discover anything, you will tell me, won't you?

[depicted]

[He reaches up, pushes to boldness to touch Jekyll's cheek.] I will, I promise.

[cagedinflesh]

[Taken by surprise, his cheeks flush more than he would like, and so there's some eagerness to escape to his bolder self, who doesn't feel shame. And then he smiles.]

My turn already?

[depicted]

[Dorian flushes immediately and draws his hand back.]

I don't mean to drag you back and forth, I just didn't—think it was right of me, to send you away like that for the sake of my own—embarrassment. It was unkind. I apologize.

[cagedinflesh]

You are already forgiven, Dorian.

[But he won't allow that gap to be closed so easily. To make up for Dorian's hand, he steps forward.]

For the record, whether or not he would like to admit it, my feelings and actions are his own desires.

[depicted]

[Flickering eyes and flickering lashes, settling on Hyde's eyes, even as Dorian breathes in long with heat at his cheeks. And he speaks very, very quietly.] I don't know if that should disturb me about one of you, or comfort me about the other.

[cagedinflesh]

Perhaps both.

[Hyde may as well take his opportunity. Repeating Dorian's gesture, he reaches out to touch his cheek, but with another half step forward, kisses his lips - gingerly walking on eggshells, and yet set in self-confidence at once.]

[depicted]

[And Dorian wants him to.

His eyes are wide, his arms still by his side. His fingers are paralyzed half-curled, his lips only just parted, not answering back. He can't breathe. Edward Hyde has his mouth over his. It is careful, and it is delicate. But this is the mouth that kissed him once before. That is the hand that reached down for his throat, strangled him in satisfaction. This is the forest where he died.

Those half-parted lips release the quietest whimper, half-choked, half-forgotten.

But his hand reaches out to somehow find itself against Hyde's chest.]

[cagedinflesh]

[No matter how much he appreciates Dorian now, still, hearing that whimper sends a shiver through him, for the excitement of it. He wouldn't do it again...and yet he would. To someone else. This is too precious to scare away, it's a sort of friendship he wishes to nurture. But that reaction is still so sweet. Perhaps moreso for the apparent willingness to allow just the opposite.

An arm snakes around Dorian's waist to bring him closer, very nearly involuntary amidst the intoxication of that hint of fear.]

[depicted]

[He is answered with another soft noise, Dorian's own involuntary response, an utterance at once weighted by his terror and lifted by his desire. He moves his hand from Hyde's chest to wrap his arm around Hyde's neck, but the movements are jerky, uncertain. Little tremors run from the crook of Dorian's arm to the back of Hyde's neck.

Dorian squeezes his eyes shut tight, and for a moment he presses his lips closed too. Then he opens them wide to Hyde's will.]

[cagedinflesh]

[He couldn't have asked for any better response. Willing enough that he doesn't seem likely to be scared off in the future, despite the fear here and now. And how sweet that fear is. There may be nothing Hyde loves better than that, a predator who plays with his food first.

His eyes remain open just a sliver, enough to watch Dorian, especially when he stops to purr against Dorian's lips.]

I am your knight, Dorian.

[depicted]

[The warm breath of Hyde's promise fills up his throat, his lungs. The entire idea is dizzying. Hyde killed him. Hyde protects him. Hyde betrayed him. Hyde will play his loyal knight. Dorian feels his lungs stagger with his heart, the convoluted murmur—I want, I don't want, I want, I don't want—and his cheeks flush full red and warm as he keeps Hyde close to him.

He opens his eyes, wide and glassy. The edge of hope and fear. Yet he talks like a little prince.]

Then serve me.

[cagedinflesh]

I would be glad to.

[Let it not be said he is an entirely selfish lover - that is, so long as he cares about the other to some extent... It can be just as fun now and then not to focus solely on himself, when there is cause. And for Dorian, that may be even more so. How better to serve him.

But this is still Hyde, and he can still only act at being a gentleman. Which is inevitably forgotten, and quickly. As far as he's concerned, he's been given the go ahead, and he takes if before it can be retracted. Hyde keeps Dorian close with the arm around him, and slips the other under clothing to explore what he will, biting at Dorian's neck.]

[depicted]

[Dorian is open and sensitive to Hyde's touch. He is fresh to such contact, experienced with it only once before, and there in limited forms. All his skin seems to shimmer in anticipation, every inch tingling with an electric anticipation—the anticipation of a young lover and the anticipation a frozen doe. Everywhere Hyde's fingers go, muscles contract, pulling back and then pressing forward—I want, I don't want, I want, I don't want—in that hazy, confused state.

But the little shudders never do pull Dorian out of Hyde's grip, and Dorian does try to answer them. He keeps his arm around Hyde's shoulders, half to keep himself steadied and standing, and he reaches his other chest to Hyde's waist—hesitating, uncertain in every gesture. His fingers slid under Hyde's shirt is a shivering imitation of Hyde's own exploration, an attempt to play at readiness for Hyde's advanced, to prove himself a match even where he is so outpaced.

He still mewls in shocked and pained pleasure when Hyde takes a bite.]