[He's getting up and walking over to the couch he's on, sitting down. Moving a big stack of books across the table in front of them, obstructing some of the view from the windows.]
[He's wriggling out of the stupid child's kittycat coat, tossing it off. Somewhere. He's grinning wider and wider as he seems to actually process that he thinks he's won the 50% shot he gave himself on getting a fondling out of this? He's so impressed with himself? It's probably a little annoying. He drops to a whisper, as appropriate for a library.]
I will defer to your expertise, Mr. Caleb.
[Leaning forward into his hand, reaching over to run his claws over the collar of his own coat that's currently still on (?) Caleb.]
[Don't count your chickens before they hatch, Molly. But it's definitely not annoying that he looks so impressed with himself. It feels good, that Molly is clearly this pleased? Even if he is likely just very horny.
He is still wearing the coat. He pushes him back just a little into the side of the couch with that hand on his chest, and then brings a hand to cup his jaw and kiss him.]
[It's possible to be two things at once! Both pleased and very horny. Anyway, starting to count some chickens by just tugging him over by the collar. The last two kisses they've had have been, uh, real chaste affairs. One was a drunk brush at an afterparty that he got pushed away from, and the next wasn't much sexier. If he's getting a third shot he's making it count? Pulling him closer and biting his lower lip.]
[Well, considering how this conversation started, the odds aren't so bad for this one getting sexier. Keeping his hand on his jaw, leaning over him, kissing him a lot more deeply than he did before.]
[The odds are rising! It's already sexier? So he's just winning from here. He removes his teeth, focusing on just enjoying the kissing instead - backing off to just take his time. Curling a leg over his hip, letting go of his collar once he doesn't think he's gonna backpedal and running a hand over his arm.]
[Yeah. He's not trying to push this further than just kissing, but he's certainly getting into it. Bringing up his hand to start to run it through his hair, tangling it a little.]
[Molly is a bit shocked, sort of like a housecat who's spent weeks chasing a mouse and then catches it and is like? What do I do with this? I didn't think I'd actually get the damn thing. He has never pursued someone for more than about an hour before, so this whole deal is very new and exciting. Imagine being friends with someone you're kissing.
He recovers quickly at least, grinning into the kiss and pulling back enough to talk at him.]
[He smiles a little, because he does really sort of like this thing where Molly is all over him. Changing the trajectory of his hand to grab him by the horn, then.]
[Giving him a very fangy grin when he grabs it, growling at him before he busts out into a laugh at his own sound and leans up to start kissing again. His hands start wandering at this point, getting less polite and reaching to goose him in the ass. It is not an impressive ass, but it has a good personality?]
[He gives him a sort of vaguely puzzled grin when he grabs his ass, which is just genuinely not impressive enough to grab. But continuing to make out for a little while longer, getting into acting like dumb teenagers with him. It's sort of fun.]
[It is very much acting like dumb teenagers fooling around. This definitely won't remind anyone involved of any traumatic memories! Anyway, Molly seems to be getting into the spirit of things by occasionally just busting out into laughter - definitely at that face Caleb makes about the ass grab.]
[That's cute, Molly. That's cute. The laughing sort of squeezes something in his chest. It's not traumatic, it's just comfortable and sweet. He pretends as though he's thinking about it.]
[Letting himself be pulled down into a kiss, but this time his fingers go to his belt buckle, toying with it just a little.
Anyway, here's a memory! They are in some kind of astral sea flesh horror city where all the buildings and the ground and everything is flesh and also there are eyeballs and junk poking out. They are fighting Lucien, but this is a Lucien that seems to have been half absorbed into a cocoon of flesh and is in some kind of monstrous form now. Anyway, Caleb is lying crushed under a tower, but Essek helps him get out from underneath. But as he's finally getting to his feet, getting a look at what's going on around him - he can't really see many people. He can see Beau, Yasha. He can see a cloud of mist where he knows Fjord is. Can't see Veth, can't see Caduceus. He can see Jester, and he can see Lucien close in on her and attack her, slashes from his wings, and she falls to the ground, and he impales her. And he knows she is dead, and far from help. Yasha flies down from where he is to stand over Jester to try to protect her, but Caleb only has the vague sense where Caduceus is. He concentrates hard and focuses on Jester, imagines her disappearing and reappearing where he thinks Caduceus is, provided he's still alive. He tries to will it as hard as he can, and he sees Jester's body raise up in the air and float out of his line of sight. All he can do is hope it's enough.
Once he's done that, he rushes out and screams at Lucien, telepathically, "You're killing her, you're killing her, you love her, you're killing her!"
Lucien turns on him. He has a big twisted grin on his face, and it's widening as Caleb shouts, the smile extending and cracking the cheeks as the elongated teeth begin to pull through, monstrous. And then one of his hands seems to move on its own, reaches up and claws across his own face, leaving streaks of blood behind it. He gives a mournful, vengeful, angry growl, and his other hand gestures to one of the nearby eye stalks, which turns on Caleb. Caleb feels a sensation of disgust and hatred course through his body, withering him. His blood goes cold, his vision grows dark, and he feels like he's nearly about to pass out, but remains on his feet. However, he takes a severe amount on necrotic damage from the eye of Fastidan, which has swiveled to focus entirely on Caleb after Caleb drew Lucien's anger that way. Another moment later, he takes another blast of necrotic damage from the eye. He loses consciousness for a moment, but manages to wake up a second later; it feels as though he's been healed a little. Caduceus? Jester? He can't see anyone, but he can only hope that means they're still alive.
But it doesn't help. Essek is behind him on one side, casting some powerful magic; Beau on his other side, hitting him. An eldritch blast or two fires past. Caleb's head is swimming, he's wounded, still on the ground, but Lucien strikes him with the same wing attack that killed Jester, and he's able to use a spell to absorb it. Yasha and Beau are on either side, and both attack him and draw his attention away from Caleb, but he's still very hurt, and once Lucien is able to get to him again, he knows he's done for. The wing attack comes down and there's nothing left to block it; only pain. He knows exactly how much damage this same attack just did to his spell, so he knows he can't survive this as he goes unconscious.]
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We are in one now, but. . . I would really prefer not to be kicked out of the library. So that is a problem.
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You do have to get caught to get kicked out.
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There's a decent enough chance of that. . .
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Always willing to find the flaw in my great plan, while never offering one of your own ...
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Maybe there's something more in the middle. . . ?
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Thinking, thinking. Tail thwapping the couch.]
Go make out somewhere private?
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That sounds like a bit of a compromise.
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Alright, then fuck this place - no offense - where the hells is private? Fuck!
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[He's getting up and walking over to the couch he's on, sitting down. Moving a big stack of books across the table in front of them, obstructing some of the view from the windows.]
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Risking the library and everything ...
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[He's pretty sure he won't get permanently library banned as long as the pants stay on. Pushing a hand against his chest, just a little.]
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I will defer to your expertise, Mr. Caleb.
[Leaning forward into his hand, reaching over to run his claws over the collar of his own coat that's currently still on (?) Caleb.]
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He is still wearing the coat. He pushes him back just a little into the side of the couch with that hand on his chest, and then brings a hand to cup his jaw and kiss him.]
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He recovers quickly at least, grinning into the kiss and pulling back enough to talk at him.]
You can grab 'em if you want. I don't mind.
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[He smiles a little, because he does really sort of like this thing where Molly is all over him. Changing the trajectory of his hand to grab him by the horn, then.]
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[Giving him a very fangy grin when he grabs it, growling at him before he busts out into a laugh at his own sound and leans up to start kissing again. His hands start wandering at this point, getting less polite and reaching to goose him in the ass. It is not an impressive ass, but it has a good personality?]
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Still within allowable library antics?
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Stretching the bounds of good taste.
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I've never cared about good taste. Not about to start now.
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[Letting himself be pulled down into a kiss, but this time his fingers go to his belt buckle, toying with it just a little.
Anyway, here's a memory! They are in some kind of astral sea flesh horror city where all the buildings and the ground and everything is flesh and also there are eyeballs and junk poking out. They are fighting Lucien, but this is a Lucien that seems to have been half absorbed into a cocoon of flesh and is in some kind of monstrous form now. Anyway, Caleb is lying crushed under a tower, but Essek helps him get out from underneath. But as he's finally getting to his feet, getting a look at what's going on around him - he can't really see many people. He can see Beau, Yasha. He can see a cloud of mist where he knows Fjord is. Can't see Veth, can't see Caduceus. He can see Jester, and he can see Lucien close in on her and attack her, slashes from his wings, and she falls to the ground, and he impales her. And he knows she is dead, and far from help. Yasha flies down from where he is to stand over Jester to try to protect her, but Caleb only has the vague sense where Caduceus is. He concentrates hard and focuses on Jester, imagines her disappearing and reappearing where he thinks Caduceus is, provided he's still alive. He tries to will it as hard as he can, and he sees Jester's body raise up in the air and float out of his line of sight. All he can do is hope it's enough.
Once he's done that, he rushes out and screams at Lucien, telepathically, "You're killing her, you're killing her, you love her, you're killing her!"
Lucien turns on him. He has a big twisted grin on his face, and it's widening as Caleb shouts, the smile extending and cracking the cheeks as the elongated teeth begin to pull through, monstrous. And then one of his hands seems to move on its own, reaches up and claws across his own face, leaving streaks of blood behind it. He gives a mournful, vengeful, angry growl, and his other hand gestures to one of the nearby eye stalks, which turns on Caleb. Caleb feels a sensation of disgust and hatred course through his body, withering him. His blood goes cold, his vision grows dark, and he feels like he's nearly about to pass out, but remains on his feet. However, he takes a severe amount on necrotic damage from the eye of Fastidan, which has swiveled to focus entirely on Caleb after Caleb drew Lucien's anger that way. Another moment later, he takes another blast of necrotic damage from the eye. He loses consciousness for a moment, but manages to wake up a second later; it feels as though he's been healed a little. Caduceus? Jester? He can't see anyone, but he can only hope that means they're still alive.
But it doesn't help. Essek is behind him on one side, casting some powerful magic; Beau on his other side, hitting him. An eldritch blast or two fires past. Caleb's head is swimming, he's wounded, still on the ground, but Lucien strikes him with the same wing attack that killed Jester, and he's able to use a spell to absorb it. Yasha and Beau are on either side, and both attack him and draw his attention away from Caleb, but he's still very hurt, and once Lucien is able to get to him again, he knows he's done for. The wing attack comes down and there's nothing left to block it; only pain. He knows exactly how much damage this same attack just did to his spell, so he knows he can't survive this as he goes unconscious.]
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