PSL | voicetesting?

[franchisepirate]

What I'm doing with this, I have no idea.

Links for various muses:

™ Westley | The Princess Bride | random encounters

♥ Saya Otonashi | Blood+ | newly hatched (recycled from older musebox)

♣ Saya Otonashi | Blood+/AU-ish | hunting

♠ Cross Marian | D.Gray-Man/AU-ish | suspicious circumstances (given his recent game history)

♦ Penelope Garcia | Criminal Minds | deserted hotel

∉ Zelgadis Greywars | Slayers | nothing to swipe

∈ Zelgadis Greywars | Slayers | underground wraith fight (yes seriously)

♛ Carol Peletier | The Walking Dead | child walkers (...yep)

∅ Xellos | Slayers | PESTERING YOU ♥

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[failed_antichrist]

[Setsuna can be very stubborn, exhaustively so. To the point he will argue endlessly with an immortal Chiropteran Queen, with all the danger she can bring to him.]

[Gently, he rubs his forehead against Saya's, eyes closed for a second, before he brightly smiles.]

I'll make it up to you. Whatever you need. [His tone is soft and amused, but there's still sincerity to his words.]

Did you get enough blood?

[sangreine]

[ Another foolish thing to say, not only because she could take such advantage of that in the wrong frame of mind, but because it reminds her of another time where she drank from him, all too willingly: You can have all my blood. I'm completely yours and yours alone right now., he'd said, and she'd wanted nothing more than for that to be true. Some part of her still wants that, even if it could never be. ]

I don't need blood, [ she says, her voice finally softening. If he wanted her to open to whatever he's offering, mission accomplished. They'll both regret it in the end. But she's no longer going to fight him; she fights too often, too long, to exhaustion and beyond, and she hates it. ]

[failed_antichrist]

[Even if there were outstanding situations that slipped in and out of their attempt at some sort of relationship, Setsuna certainly meant those words when he said them, felt them to his heart.]

What do you need? [He just never thinks before he speaks. Lives too much in the moment to think about how his past with Sara might affect Saya.]

Whatever it is. It's yours.

[sangreine]

[ It's not Sara (well, it is, but not in the way he might suppose); as she said, it's her. Her twisted life, her blood war, her sick but undeniable bond with Diva and her henchmen. Her darkness, which would all too gladly devour his light. ]

[ She doesn't care right now, even a little. ]

You're going to make me ask? [ She looks up at him, wide open for once, everything she feels for him shining in her eyes. C'mon Setsuna, even you aren't this naïve. ]

[failed_antichrist]

[And Setsuna never considers any of that, nor does he care. He knows about most of those things, but it's changed nothing. Not the way he feels about her, or how he sees Saya.]

[He is pretty naive, but in this case, he's hoping what she wants is what he wants right then.]

I'm not gonna make you do anything. [He leans in close to press his lips to Saya's.]

[sangreine]

[ Only Setsuna could do this, she thinks in the split second before he kisses her, get her from screaming furious to supple and sweet in a mere few moments. Whether his incomprehensible acceptance of the less than gentile sides of her or his self-appointed status as her protector, or simply her wanting somewhere to belong -- once his lips touch hers, the reasons no longer matter. She may not need him in the way she wishes she could, but she wants to, and that has to mean something. ]

[ She's never been able to hide from him, not for long, so she kisses back the same way she always is with him -- with all of herself, all her tumbling feelings, all the raw power that she knows he can handle. ]

[failed_antichrist]

[His only intention had been to make sure she was okay, to make sure she was fed. Even he could never say how things get turned around this way, he just knows there's relief in Saya's warm lips.]

[He meets her passion with his own, slipping in his tongue while his hands run down her back, smoothing out her clothes, but there's an implication he wishes to start removing them.]

[sangreine]

[ His motions with her clothes are -- surprising, but not even slightly in a negative sense. Just, she's usually the one to push and press. She wonders what could have changed... ]

[ But, it's not important. (In fact, she's struggling to remember what was so important, and that's the trouble with the two of them.) She whispers his name against his mouth, half question and half plea -- she doesn't seek an answer in words, but this being Setsuna she might receive one nonetheless, and whatever it is she wants, for once, to hear it. ]

[failed_antichrist]

[There were complications, before. Before he wanted to make sure Saya wanted him. Before that, there was Sara and Setsuna's grief over losing her. Now, it's just him and Saya. No complications. At least, not for him.]

Want you. [Is about all he manages to breathe out.]

[sangreine]

[ Hearing that, she gasps hard enough to break the kiss, a sharp twinge shooting through her; god, she actually feels weak in the knees. That's the first time he's ever been the one seeking her, and it's all she's wanted since she woke. ]

I'm yours, [ is all she says, and she dives headlong into that kiss with everything she's been trying to keep back from him, desire and raw need which she'd never felt safe enough to show him. And she means it; whatever he wants, here in this corridor or in one of these rooms or anywhere in between. (In the City too, if he likes, but she doesn't dare hope for that.) ]

[failed_antichrist]

And I'm yours.

[He whispers the words out as he starts to remove more of Saya's clothes while his lips take from her, curiously, eagerly. Setsuna is willing, here, there, in the City, wherever Saya wishes to be.]