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× loupgarou, "louis" // original ×
× season: spring ×
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[splittingheadache]

You may ask me anything you'd like - you ought to know that by now.
But, that said... hilarious you would ask me not to worry, trying to assuage me with "it's just sex".

Were you anyone else, that would jump my worries up to eleven. I'd go from no worries to all of the worries.

[abnormalizes]

Well, I could be asking, like. Moral or ethical questions. I feel like that would be worse.

Anyway, first question: how do you feel about roleplay in the bedroom?

[splittingheadache]

Evangeline, I am someone who dwells within philosophy every minute of every day.
I'd much rather try and solve someone's moral dilemmas than plan with them to do something that, until Ellipsa, I have never done.

You, though, don't count under that. Obviously.

As for your question... I'm not opposed to the idea. So long as I'm not forced to take a strange or embarrassing role for someone like myself.
But I had been in theater, while I was alive...

[abnormalizes]

Okay. Would it be a strange or embarrassing role to be the obsessive, possessive lover?

I have somewhere I’m going with this, but if that doesn’t work for you I can scrap the whole idea.

[And she wouldn’t blame him, considering.]

[splittingheadache]

Obsessive, possessive lover...? Hmm.
I wouldn't call that strange nor embarrassing - for me, at any rate.
Perhaps not a shining review of myself, but I wouldn't say it's outside of my wheelhouse as a person.

Is that what you're looking for? A scenario where I keep you trapped up in my room, disallowed from leaving until I'm finished and satisifed?

[abnormalizes]

Yes, but I wasn’t thinking just that.

Consider: me with my bird wings and a dress that matches, in a human sized birdcage. Your literal caged songbird.

[splittingheadache]

My literal caged songbird...

[Give him a moment, he's actually going to shut his eyes and picture that for a moment.]

... Yes, I could be very happy with that arrangement.
Should I assume that comes with song?

[abnormalizes]

That’s the idea. I’m always way more relaxed doing something as part of sex than not, so I figured this would help me and be super hot.

[splittingheadache]

Will that include while I have you pinned beneath me, holding your wings in messy handfuls of feathers while my hips meet yours?

[Biiiig ol' grin. Of course.]

My songbird should be able to sing whenever I ask for it, after all.

[abnormalizes]

That’s - the idea. -Fuck, I should have commissioned the bird cage before, now I have to wait until it’s done…

[Louis is going to be incredible at this.]

[splittingheadache]

[Batting his big ol' doll eyes at her and everything!]

Aw, that's much too bad. I suppose you'll simply have to spend time pleasuring yourself to the thought of it, mm?

[abnormalizes]

I guess I will.

-Okay. I'll let you know when it's ready. Do you have any special requests for bird or songs?

[splittingheadache]

Mmm... would it be cliche of me to ask for a raven? Are you capable of it?
As for songs - no request in particular. I want to hear what you would choose.

[abnormalizes]

Ravens are autumn. Summer gets tropical birds, but I could do a Dracula parrot for you.

[splittingheadache]

... A what? I mean, I understand "Dracula" and I understand "parrot" -
But I have never heard of a "Dracula parrot" before.

[abnormalizes]

Oh, hang on, let me find you a picture...

[Picture sent!]

[splittingheadache]

[Picture looked at!!]

Oooh... I've never seen such a handsome bird before! Certainly - I would certainly choose one like this, yes.
You'd look great in the red and black, too.

1/2

[abnormalizes]

Great! I can do that one for you no problem.

[abnormalizes]

[Approximately however long it takes Chipp to make a giant birdcage later, thank you sweetheart...]

The cage is ready.

Are you busy?

[splittingheadache]

[Considering his Violet magic includes metal manipulation? It takes about an afternoon.

That said, Louis reads the message, processes it -
And then promptly fumbles his phone when he realizes what she means.]

Not at all! Not in the least!
Even if I was, I would gladly make time for you.

Do you need me to join you over there?

[abnormalizes]

It's a little hard to transport, so yes.

Don't run. I'll leave the door unlocked for you and be waiting in my bedroom.

[splittingheadache]

[...]

I wasn't going to run. But I will be over shortly.

[He was absolutely going to book it for a third time, of course. Good that she called him out, but also, wow?? Don't call him out like that???

Either way --

It... takes him considerably longer without running, considering he has to just, y'know, walk.
But eventually... she'll hear the door to her bedroom open and the click of his heels as he walks inside.
Shutting and locking the door behind him, of course.]

Hmm... I wonder if my pretty little bird's ready to sing for me today...?

[abnormalizes]

[She can't help him to a couch if he runs if she's in a cage-

Speaking of.

There in her bedroom is a giant metal birdcage, and inside of it is Evangeline. She's transformed herself gorgeous black and red wings, just as promised, and is wearing a red and back dress that trails on the floor behind her like a great tail. (It also barely covers her chest, which was a consideration.)

She'd been hugging herself (Look At Her, She's So Sad), but at his entrance her head lifts and she turns to look at him, wings fluttering. Quiet, but expectant.

A large set of keys is on her nightstand.]

[splittingheadache]

[His eyes are, of course, instantly drawn to her in that dress - holy shit that dress, he's going to need to ask her about it when he gets the chance - but he gazes around the room, and...
Ah.

Those keys get snapped up, and he makes his way over to the cage.]

As always, you look so lovely... perhaps I ought to have more dresses made for you, hm?
So I can dress up my pretty little bird however I'd like?

Hum for me. Ready your voice.

[abnormalizes]

[Evangeline comes closer to him, close enough that he could slip a hand through the bars of the cage and touch her if he wished.

She hums for him, a wordless version of the song she has in mind to sing later. It's much less hesitant than her singing had been in the music club - this is a role she's playing, a game for fun, and that means there's no pressure.]