abnormalizes | Seasons: IC Contact/Continuations

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...]

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.

[Oh, hmm. Something about that has him pulling a face momentarily.]

... Does this mean you wouldn't want any such pictures unless they're full nudes?

[sir.]

Pretty much. -I mean this in the nicest way possible, but your dick is not that interesting on its own. I'd much rather be able to see your face.

[More face pulling!!]

Fair enough, I suppose... a bit sad, though. I'd just begun to get the lighting correct.

[sir????]

Oh - well, I'm sure your nudes will come out spectacular?

That's if I can take them... admittedly, I'd been struggling with finding a good angle for a full nude. It's difficult when I am the one having to both hold the phone, take the photo, and pose for it.

And a mirror nude lacks the quality I would want it to have.

[He wants it to be perfect, okay. Any nude he takes need to capture his beauty perfectly.]

Have you tried setting a timer for the camera? That's how I do it.

...

I hadn't realized that was a feature, no. ... Oh -
Or, perhaps I can simply take them with a digital camera, transfer them to my phone? There must be a way to get files onto the phone, mustn't there?

[Voice of a man who never owned a phone of any kind before Ellipsa. His parents probably got him a (high quality) flip phone purely for calling 911 if he needed it, and that's it.
Even though iPhones were just starting to really catch on in popularity when he died, no less.]

It's really easy to do that! I'll show you how I do it with my camera later.

[She's so helpful in the pursuit of artistic nudes.]

Ah, please do! I'll make sure to get a high quality camera, in that case; I'm certain I will find something with the exact qualities I need from it.
As high resolution as possible, of course.

[... A pause, thinking on something...]

Will I... be allowed to send you pictures of other things, as well? I'll need to practice using the camera, after all.

Of course! Anything that makes you think of me, I'll be happy to receive pictures of.

[And now a smile finally pulls back up on his features. Finally.]

Alright. I cannot promise it will always be something that made me think of you... rather, it's more likely I'll send you something I found exciting and wanted to share.
But I'll be thinking of you in that excitement, regardless.

You are the first person I think of when something excites me enough to share it with others, after all.

[...

Which means she can expect a loooooot of bug photos, yes.]

I will treasure all the bug photos you send me, don't worry.

[Smooching his forehead.

Also, she dismisses the naked Lycaon illusion, it was getting kind of weird to just talk about other stuff while he was there.]

[... Honestly, he'd been so focused on talking to Evangeline, he'd forgotten about the naked Lycaon illusion.
Evidenced enough by the way he sort of startles when it just poofs like that.

But he reaches up to touch his forehead where she'd kissed it, a flush coloring his features - but with his smile growing a little wider.]

I'm pleased you already know me so well. You won't need to save them all, of course... likely, I'll end up needing to clear my own phone from time to time just to keep up with the sheer amount I'll take.
Assuming, of course, that these devices aren't magic and thus have limited space.

That's how such smartdevices work in the land of the dead. No limited capacity, so long as you're willing to recharge them more often as they accrue more and more data.

[Honestly, she should put 'made Louis Garou forget there was a naked Lycaon illusion in the room' on her resume or her testimonials or something.]

They do have limited space, unfortunately...

This is just a thought, but have you ever considered scrapbooking?

[She really should. It's quite a feat.]

I hadn't, no. Such a messy, menial, low hobby isn't something my parents would have allowed... and while living in the catacombs, I tried very hard not to own anything that would leave a trail for others to follow through them.
The scraps part of "scrapbooking" would have been exactly that. As would the glitter, as I refuse to do something like that without it.

[... So, yes, he HAS considered scrapbooking, but his answer to the consideration was "no scrapbooking".]

Why do you ask?

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ah right NSFW

im so sorry he's like this.

she's also like this so,

it's why they make such wonderful friends

weirdoes! (two of them)

a matching set!!

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