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text; un: b.blake (post-dualcam event)

[skaikrudad]

Hey. This is Bellamy. We met on the ship.

I feel like I need to be honest with you if I ever want to be able to look you in the eye again... I spoke to your clone on camera and watched her touch herself. Yourself?

[ This is why guilt is his worst negative trait - he feels so guilty about it. ]

I'm really sorry. If you feel like slapping me the next time you see me, I wouldn't blame you.

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[ well, that's —

she doesn't know what to make of this. doesn't want to make anything of this, doesn't really want to know about it. and yet she does. it's the kind of apology johnny would make if he did something stupid like that. ]

did you get off?

[ if this were a voice conversation, her tone would be a little mean ]

[skaikrudad]

[ He wishes she hadn't asked him that, but she has the right to know. ]

I did. Not while we were talking. Later. I ended the conversation first. Which doesn't make it any better, I know.

I shouldn't have done it. This place brings out the worst in me.

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[ it's not the fact that he got off or that her clone turned him on. that's kind of a compliment, isn't it? dutch knows what she looks like.

it's that the clone wasn't her, that it did things looking like her that she had no control over. at least with aneela, it's most of the time possible to tell them apart. aneela doesn't claim to be her (anymore, most of the time —and back when she did, they were still trying to kill each other, so that's hardly an argument in the clone's favour.) ]

you owe me so many drinks

gift;

[collectsfeathers]

[Whenever Dutch happens to return to her room on the night of the 23rd, she'll notice a box carefully resting upon one of the tables, where it'll be noticed right away.

Once opened, it'll reveal a gift box of sorts, filled with different wines. Taped to the box will be a card, complete with a winter scene on the front, and Ezio's small, neat script on the other:]

Enjoy, Bella.

- Ezio

text » a few hours later

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thanks for the wine
was that a just because kind of thing
or is it because of this whole christmas thing?

[ someone told her about it. ]

[collectsfeathers]

[Oh Dutch.]

Both.

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[ don't you oh dutch her!! ]

no christmas where i'm from

( text | un: quill )

[vrituom]

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what the hells?

[vrituom]

What?

( and then she sees it.

fuck )

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is this meant to be some kind of pussy joke? cause that's clearly a boy cat

text; misfire

[collectsfeathers]

[Suddenly and for utterly no reason, Dutch is going to receive an extremely random text.]

There is nothing I like more than having you on top of me. Except perhaps your mouth.

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[ random —but not obviously misplaced. ]

thinking about me? how sweet
gonna tell me where you like my mouth best? [ like she can't guess ]

[collectsfeathers]

[Weird. But fuck it.]

Dutch.

I am always thinking about you. And how good you are with your mouth.

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going to be more specific than that, lover boy?

text; jbbarnes

[carrytheshield]

alright fine

[And there's a picture attached, although she's clearly enjoying someone else's convincing.]

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[ interesting arm. but also ]

nice abs

un: triskele ▶ misfire event

[calloused]

[ it's 2am and dutch gets a video sent to her phone, a poorly lit and poorly filmed avi that's probably stuck in portrait mode. it's three or four minutes long, but it shows derek going through a few sets of his usual work out - he hasn't been here long enough to really buy some decent gym equipment, but the pushups don't need anything, and the apartment he lives in is sturdy enough to hold him when he runs pull ups on the doorframes.

there's nothing particularly explicit about the video, but he gets sick of his jeans halfway through and throws them somewhere behind the camera, so there's that, at least. sure, he's ripped as fuck and those black boxerbriefs are a little too small for him, but it's... mostly just embarrassing how he keeps looking at himself in the phone like he's trying to check out how he looks.

he does it a lot. there's posing. flexing, specifically. pretty bad. ]

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[ well. well.

going by the way he fills out those black boxerbriefs, she figures the answer to her question is that yeah, his dick is nice. and he's ripped as fuck. it's not a bad look at all, except for the posing and flexing. that's a bit embarrassing. ]

nice arms
boring routine, though

[calloused]

[ oh, hey, it's this idiot. derek's just towelling down after his post-workout shower when he checks his phone and frowns. is this girl stalking him? why does he already have a stalker, jesus christ. he pokes through his inbox, checks his outbox, finds the proof his phone sent a video. he's not embarrassed, but he is annoyed. ]

Hey, go fuck yourself. Bet yours isn't any better.

[ he does agree with her about his arms, but you know, can't be a grumpy asshole if he validates her. ]

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[ hey now, it's not dutch's fault her mun's greedy. no stalking here.]

wanna bet?

text, a couple of days into camp—

[castle]

[ it's been a bit of a hassle trying to hold himself together, to keep himself from acting a little more rash as would better suit his intentions. if he behaves, it's only because he isn't the only one captured, isn't the only one he cares about who risks circumstance. even worse now is that he's contracted — not only does billy risk danger, but so does his newest submissive, roan. both are plenty tough men, capable of defending themselves, but their disadvantages measure in high numbers, and even frank knows better than to act stupid in a situation he doesn't have enough control over — mostly.

days are spent mostly in observation, even if he's reluctant to cooperate, hardly accepting meals and sleeping on the cold floor nightly. by the time he's given some slight more freedom (very limited due to the white ink on his neck), he'll use the opportunity to check on others without so many prying eyes.

he knows she's tough, knows she can take care of herself; still, he doubts she'll be as casual about this as she'd like to be. ]

you alright?

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[ dutch isn't casual about this. she'd like to be, he's right, but she's not. there's nothing casual about being told to kneel and she's only just stopped slowly starving herself. one meal across four days isn't enough. she should just divorce herself from all this, do what it takes to survive —but she can't bring herself to give in entirely, even if she did kneel that one time.

maybe if she was less affected, she'd lie. as it is, she thinks frank will get it. even if he didn't grow up in a royal harem, even if he didn't have his autonomy and choice stripped from him throughout his entire childhood by a murder mentor, assassin tutor, whatever khlyen would have called himself at the time, she thinks she'll get it. at least some of it. ]

no

[castle]

[ he knows she's a survivor, that she'll do whatever it takes to get through the mess this place offers. he imagines she isn't letting herself starve out of stubbornness to the degree that he is, that she'll find some way to get around it without fully giving herself to the system.

all the same, he knows it's a trial. and it bothers him to think of her wherever she is without the natural ease of her lips spreading casually, taking things as they are and molding her to her benefit. ]

where are you