abnormalizes | Seasons: IC Contact/Continuations

Alright then. In just a second, I'll be...

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[...

Yeah, he's out. There he goes! Out like a light!!
Get in there quick, Eva, his dreams tend to be weird --]

[She zooms in, thankfully.

Also thankfully, she has an excellent memory, as she’s determined to recreate Louis’ hotel room. Here are the ducks, here are the stuffed Baphomets, here is the bed and the partition and each piece of furniture. As far as she can recall, this is what his room looks like.

As master of this dream, she forbids any and all orange magic. No telepathy, no second sight, and absolutely no hallucinations.]

…Louis?

[Oh. And she’s here too, for him to see clearly for the first time. She finds herself holding her breath.]

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[There's silence in the dream-suite for a moment or so, before she'll hear shuffling behind that partition - and after a moment, his hand wraps around the edge of it... and he pushes it open to peer out, his eyes as wide as saucers.
Taking a moment to look at everything...

Before they land on her, somehow going even wider.

... And without a word, he steps out so he can cross the room, stepping right up to her and cupping her face in his hands. Gently running his thumb over one of her cheekbones, looking at every part of visage - only to then start looking at the rest of her, stepping back to look over her hair, and her EGO suit, all the way down to her shoes.
And back up again.]

... Evangeline? You...

[Looking away, now, to look at his suite. Looking at the paintings he'd chosen and hung up on his walls, the neon crosses hanging between them, the flowers covering every single space that the sun can possibly hit when it shines through his windows.
Looking at the shelves, their stuffed animals, his ducks. The TV on his little entertainment center, the horror films lined up beside it. His favorite chair, the little loveseat, the petbed he'd purchased for his Dipplin.

Over, now, to the clothes he keeps hung up outside of his bedroom almost as decor - looking at their textures and colors, how he managed to make things that look so lovely despite struggling some days just to see.

And back to her.]

... You... chose to show me my own home?
There are millions of things - billions, trillions of things that you could have shown me...
And you chose something so personal to me, myself, alone?

[It's obvious by his reaction that it's working, causing her to let out that breath as she waits for his response after he takes everything i.

-It's not one she expected.]

Of course I showed you your home. Sure, there are definitely more scenic views in Ellipsa, landscapes worthy of any painter - but they're not yours. You deserve to know what your own home looks like.

Well, yes, but... most anyone else would choose something they find important, I'm certain. What is important to me wouldn't be on the radars of others...

[Hang on - looking at everything again. He's even going to go over to his shelf and pick up the little duck that looks like himself, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.
Even giving the duck a little shake so its "earrings" jingle.]

... I don't think I can properly articulate just how touched I am.

Well, that's silly of them. I'm doing this for you in the first place.

[So of course what's important to him is pivotal to the whole experience.]

-I can show you what other people look like, too, if you want?

...

[Humming, thinking on that, looking at his duck and giving it another little shake -]

... Can you give me a mirror? Floor length?
The mirror in my bathroom is only half-length. But I... want to see myself.
I clearly have an idea, doing my makeup every morning and staring at myself for hours, but...

Absolutely!

[One floor-length mirror pops into existence.]

Here you go, handsome.

[- Oh, he is moving over to it immediately. Even dropping the duck outright, though he stops to pick it back up and put it on the shelf first.
And once he's in front of the mirror... he steps up and takes the edges of it, staring at himself intently.
Not just intently - intensely.

And after a moment, his smile seems to fade a little. Not completely. But a little.]

... They're... quite a bit deeper than I thought them to be.

[...

She can probably guess what he's referring to. Considering he's turning his head to look at the divet in the bridge of his nose, turning again to look at the way it's warped his jawline...]

You're beautiful. -Scars and all.

[Coming over to lightly touch his arm.]

Well, of course I am.
I'm the most beautiful person in the world, after all.

[Said with a smile, his face turned toward her yet his eyes still focused on his reflection...
But after a moment, his gaze flicks to her, too, that smile picking up like he's told her a joke that only she'll understand.]

... Aren't I?

[If you feel ugly, you're the most beautiful person in the world.]

Absolutely you are. And I would know, right?

[And right now, he's the most beautiful person this world has ever seen.]

That you would, yes. I'd trust no one else to tell me the truth in this matter, after all.

[Looking at his reflection again, turning his head a bit to look at the splits running through his ear.
Almost. As much of it as he can, considering they're on the same side as his blinded eye.]

... At least my eyes really are a gorgeous color. You were spot on with that.

They're stunning. -And you also have incredible horns, don't forget about those.

- Well, of course. My horns are the most impressive set the land of the dead has ever beheld.

[Turning, again, so he can look at those properly - even reaching up to feel one of them.
And from there, he brings a hand through his hair to fluff it a bit.]

The pearlescence really can't be understated, either. Can it? It isn't unique to me, unfortunately... far from it.
Grim Reapers often have hair like this, likely due to us being made of psychoplasm. If not pearlescent, then iridescent, or opalescent, or even just simply metallic - like your boyfriend's.

But... I wear it best. Wouldn't you say?

Oh, for sure. You're absolutely my most precious pearl.

[Other Grim Reapers pale in comparison, probably.]

That I am - the most precious pearl you could ever ask for.

[He fluffs his hair again, tilting his head a bit, the smile on his face big and hammy...]

[... But from the way his eyes move, it's clear he's still looking at his scars.
And after a second, he sighs, stepping away from the mirror again.]

... What does... Von Lycaon look like?

He looks like this.

[She calls up an illusion of Lycaon, standing straight, impeccable posture. His immaculate fur - his incredibly tempting ears and tail - his prosthetics - the leather - the tidy vest with the pocket watch and chain. She does her very best to remember every detail.

He smiles at Louis, subtle but warm.]

Oh...

[Just a soft little sound of wonder, and he takes a moment to circle the illusion of Lycaon to really take everything in. Every little part that he can look at, shameless in the way he looks him over.
(Because it's an illusion. Why should he feel any shame checking out an illusion?)]

... So my vision doesn't distort the color of his fur too deeply...
Enough so that I'm sorely disappointed, knowing that it's so starkly beautiful without my magic getting in the way - but not too deeply.

[...]

Well - no, there was a moment where he took on the strange green-rainbow color of spilled oil, complete with eyes hidden amongst the tufts of his fur... but it wasn't as bad as it could have been, frankly.
I've seen much worse.

[And it's clear Louis is much happier looking at anyone aside from himself, right now. ... Which is different compared to how he usually is, normally so obsessed with himself that he'll stop to stare at his reflection in shop windows.]

[Well, if he wants to look at other people-]

I'm trying to decide if it would be weird to offer to show you him naked or not. -Obviously only if you've already actually seen him naked, otherwise that would definitely be invasive and bad.

Oh, I've certainly already seen him naked.

[...

A pause, clearly one in realization - and he snaps his head over to look at her, clearly surprised with himself.]

Had I not told you? I'm so sorry, I fully meant to - but he and I...
Well, I propositioned him properly. No knot, unfortunately; he'd like to work me up to that first, and thus it will likely be my birthday when that happens.

Fuck, he's handsome, though. Much bigger than I expected, too.
Even with my horridly distorted vision, I felt as though I was laying my eyes upon a god.

Oh, congratulations! I'm so happy for you - here, look.

[And the Lycaon illusion is now undressed - still with leather underneath, and also very hard. For proper showing off.]

[-- Oh, his eyes are wide as DINNER PLATES now. Going right up to the illusion, happily looking eeeeevery inch of him over.
Literally, of course. As if he isn't going to spend a good chunk of his time staring right at illusion-Lycaon's illusion-cock.]

... That is the most lovely shade of red I have ever seen.

You're so right. It'll look great going into you at the orgy.

[Maybe she should've waited to do this so she could've shown him that instead...]

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ah right NSFW

im so sorry he's like this.

she's also like this so,