[- 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...]
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.]
[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.
- 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.
[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.
[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.
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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.]
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.
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, 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.
Oh - oh, it absolutely will! I hadn't even thought of that, how beautiful that will look...!
[He's actually holding his face, now. Perhaps actually drooling a little, even. Gross.]
... I want a shade of lipstick this color. Perhaps a set of nails to match. You'll help me with that, won't you? In the real world, outside of the dream?
Of course I will! I'll make sure it's as close a match as possible without, you know, actually having his dick there to reference. I think we'd get thrown out of the makeup store.
Not if we're matching via a photo, I'm sure. Do you think he'd allow me a photo? So-called "dick pics" are normal amongst friends-with-benefits, aren't they?
Eh... I think I've gotten more dick pics from guys wanting to be my human exception than my actual partners. Definitely go for full nudes over dick pics if you do ask him.
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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...]
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[Coming over to lightly touch his arm.]
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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?
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Absolutely you are. And I would know, right?
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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.
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[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?
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[Other Grim Reapers pale in comparison, probably.]
1/2;
[He fluffs his hair again, tilting his head a bit, the smile on his face big and hammy...]
2/2;
And after a second, he sighs, stepping away from the mirror again.]
... What does... Von Lycaon look like?
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[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.]
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[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.]
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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.
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[...
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.
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[And the Lycaon illusion is now undressed - still with leather underneath, and also very hard. For proper showing off.]
im so sorry he's like this.
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.
she's also like this so,
[Maybe she should've waited to do this so she could've shown him that instead...]
it's why they make such wonderful friends
[He's actually holding his face, now. Perhaps actually drooling a little, even.
Gross.]
... I want a shade of lipstick this color. Perhaps a set of nails to match.
You'll help me with that, won't you? In the real world, outside of the dream?
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a matching set!!
Not if we're matching via a photo, I'm sure. Do you think he'd allow me a photo?
So-called "dick pics" are normal amongst friends-with-benefits, aren't they?
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... Does this mean you wouldn't want any such pictures unless they're full nudes?
[sir.]
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Fair enough, I suppose... a bit sad, though. I'd just begun to get the lighting correct.
[sir????]
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"pan does he really say *brassiere* of all things" yeah. unfortunately.
yeah he would
unfortunately for all!
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1/2;
2/2;
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