masterplan | boom boom room (w3)

[ yomi steps into the room, his hand lightly clapsed around murrs if that's the mood of the hour. he separates to lock the door either way, it closing with a satisfying click and then directs his gaze upward at the ceilings. then to the decor, the bed, with a particularly thoughtful expression and of course, a smile. ]

This room has a certain ambiance to it. I'll have to remember to tell Orange when I get back. [ who/what is orange? yomi won't explain like usual. ]

[ the doors locked and murr's ready to get murdered! just kidding. maybe. but walking in holding hands is definitely a thing, not that murr is lingering by yomi's side when he lets go. like a stray cat, off he goes to explore the room and...... stand on the bed....... in time with the click of the door.

yes, he's bouncing on it a little when yomi speaks, until he lands on his stomach. gracefully. somehow. and that, of course, is coupled with a smile returned for the one he's shown. ]

It does! Kinda gloomy but elegant... Kinda Eastern Country... The bed's comfy.

[ not explaining that either, but he is prompted by the shimmer of something new within the something new, so don't mind if he bats at it a little with a tiiny tilt of his head: ]

Who's Orange? Someone interesting? It's kinda mean to dangle stuff like that while we're in here, Yomi!

[ he doesn't mean it. but also he does, because then murr will just want to ask, and ask, and ask- ]

What do you want to know more? What Orange is, or what I actually am?

[ maybe that's a bit cruel, but there is some information there in the form of a what not a who.

his gaze now focused on murr, he moves to stand directly in front of the bed. ]

[ that is cruel. but that tiny sliver of cruelty is funny, interesting, and murr hardly minds being pulled to decide. he flips onto his back, hands outstretching to reach for yomi who stands in front of him now. ]

You're funny. Do you wanna hear a specific answer? Do you want to hear me choose you over something else? That's unexpectedly cute, if so!

[ or, knowing yomi, maybe he doesn't mind at all what murr decides, and it's just a question. it doesn't truly bother him either way, but the fact he can't quite tell is why he would choose this, every time.

with a laugh: ]

Orange you glad I wouldn't choose Orange? [ die, murr. ] Though I gotta wonder which one would make me closer to tugging open the question of who you are.

[ in the way that knowing what murr is says something about murr, and knowing who shylock is also says something about murr. all things are woven in that way, experiences shaping a soul

Why don't you tell me which one you think it was after?

[ not because he's impatient, but because he wants to see how this shapes the answer. knowing does that; words whispered into ears, thoughts reverberating through minds, fire raging in a blazing inferno to reveal the charred ash underneath. he knows this all too well.

(the pun gets a softer smile, momentarily, he actually does find that cute. it's the odds turns of phrase and whimsy that tug at his heartstrings, if he had a heart.)

with that not quite question floating in the air, he steps forward and climbs onto the bed. answering those outstretched arms by straddling the wizard who might reach for curiosities as much as he does. ]

For now—is there any last thing you want to say? Or do. [ like this is a funeral march, but there's no shadows and only warmth. the same black and opal eyes as always. ]

[ murr's gonna die just like the end of my brackets did last tag. help.

but he doesn't find yomi's ominous words to be anything threatening. he looks straight up into those mismatched eyes belonging to this new weight on him, the new weight on his fragmented soul, twos and beyond.

the smile for the first question isn't different from the one offered for the second. a grin, manic and playful and affectionate. last, yomi said. is that for this moment? or for that moment, whenever it is, in some hopefully distant future? or some close, almost-present. who knows when that'll be, so- ]

I dunno!

[ -and how happy murr is to say it, surrounded by this warmth. ]

Can "everything" be last? Can "everything" be a thing? [ hah. ] It's a big request... Big like the night sky. Since you're greedy, you might like it. Since you're kind, you might accept it. Since you are, you might destroy it.

[ funny that the reason he is asked this was almost practical. cause you see, with what he is—

it's a better answer than the last time he asked someone that question. so in this moment, he decides to be kind: sorta. (he's not a spiteful being, but in this moment he wonders: "are you watching, jurou?") ]

Everything is certainly an invitation at least. [ so he dips down, almost pressing their lips together, breath against skin. warmth brushing up against warmth. everything includes the almosts.

but he won't close the gap properly, even if at this distance his smile is more felt than seen. ]

Let's begin.

[ keeping that distance, he doesn't move. he doesn't move, but everything begins to change. murr has seen the beginnings of this before, but with the light (for as long as it remains) he can see clearer now, the way the shadows leech out of yomi himself.

they expand, shoot out, cover, invade every part of the room. in this transitory state, still with that same smile, yomi is more shadow than himself.

but that's actually just who they really are.

at some point, the weight on top of murr is no longer skin or flesh—it's also no longer just on murr, since they easily take up the entire room (actually, this room is pretty small for them, but those are the breaks unless they wanted to actually destroy the mansion. which they don't, not in this moment at least. ) shutting out all light.

the darkness, pitch black, only lasts for a second.

the light does return, but it's not the natural light of the day, but an ethereal, alien, red glow eminating from them. from them, the singular red eye painted in the shadows.

their iris easily takes up more than half the room (the bed having been subsumed quite some time ago), and what isn't their main body, the shadows, the tendrils, their hands, fill in the rest.

everything is being both pressed down, supported, protected by, trapped in, by them too. they're still warm like this, but the part that's on murr feels almost like seaweed. space really might be the sea of the universe. ]

Eye see you. [ the usual voice as always, with a sonorous quality, reverberates inside his head. ]

Edited 2023-09-19 17:40 (UTC)

[ oh. this is fine. it's fine, it's fi (it's not fine please help me)

this is fine, actually, because that — all of this, starting from yomi's almost-not-quite-there-kiss (which murr knows wouldn't be a kiss, even if it was, because he knows how that feels) — makes his heart pick up, eyes widening just the slightest at what unravels in front of him. beyond that.

and, as he does in the face of discovering something new, in the face of that absolutely painful and terrible pun, with such a grand quality... murr laughs. he laughs, and laughs, and laughs, those feelings running through his entire body as he shakes underneath yomi. it tickles, almost. it itches. but murr makes no move to swat at those feelings, tears collecting at the corner of his eyes. ]

Ahahahahahaha! That's terrible! Eye see you... eye see you... Eye see you too!

[ he does. how unexpected, how new, how wonderful, how beautiful, how terrifying, how—

he's so excited. his hand outstretches to reach for yomi, everywhere, his smile widening, the ring on his finger glowing the slightest bit red in turn as his magic flows forth. matchies, matchies with them, a brilliant thing in a sea of darkness. ]

You're so pretty, Yomi! So shiny, so bright, so...

[ this is normal. he laughs again.

wait for it. ]

Would it hurt if I touch your eyeball?

[ heeeeeeeEEE's like this. ]

[ they've heard laughter before in response to them, but it's not quite this kind of laughter. there's notes of it yes, but not all of it. how wonderful, how curious, how—

they can't smile like this but there's a glimmer in their voice, in the undulations of the tendrils seeping from them. one of those reaches out to poke murr in the cheek, and it draws the thinnest line of blood. (the tendrils, their hands, feel different from their core given their wispy quality, they actually feel similar to hair with razor edges.) ]

I'd make a really poor invader if a dog with a stick posed a hazard to me. [ one of his many (among thousands), tendrils waves with a very proper "go ahead" gesture. oh, and they feel absolutely no shame at how terrible that pun was either. ]

Even if it did, it would just cost me a hand. I have a lot of those. Did you want one?

[ murr follows the movement of yomi's tendrils carefully - a cat looking to pounce - until the sharp sting on his cheek draws him out of it. it's not quite a flinch, but murr's eyes do narrow; it's a playful gesture than anything else in response to learning what those feel like.

he could heal the wound... he doesn't, of course, too distracted by the sound of the laughable notion of being compared to a dog with a stick, however indirectly, and the offer that follows the one accepted.

did he want one?

let him get into that, as he shifts and stretches to... touch an eyeball. them. gently? (this is a sentence i am, indeed, typing.) ]

To have you around, no matter where I go? That's pretty romantic!

[ in another context. if it wasn't a hand. if it wasn't yomurr. ]

Hmm. Does it do anything special? Accepting body parts can have funky consequences sometimes, so I gotta make sure.

[ just wizards things. limbs are powerful things! not that he doesn't trust yomi, which is why he'll always take most explanations at face value. even if he does make sure to ask for them. ]

I think that's supposed to be restricted to things like bouquets and jewelry.

[ they know romance in the usual shape at least, they're actually not bad at faking it. which they would have done if the point was to just match up with a partner, but we avoided that timeline. we're here instead.

they don't linger on the thought, because while they don't quite laugh, the reverberations beneath murr, all around him, certainly seem like it. (their core, their eye is the hottest part of them, heat racing up murr's fingertips) ]

Ah, you're onto my secret. The truth is I don't know how it would react with you. I'm certain it wouldn't kill you, though.

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[ hhhahaha. wizards have some fucked up standards, especially western ones, but murr'll leave the depths of that for yomi to discover. though, mmm, they're probably well aware of that already - that's why they're here, that's why murr's here, and that's why...

he doesn't shy away regardless of the uncertain nature of the offer. even if yomi wasn't sure if it would kill him, he'd probably still consider it, think about it, oh so lightly, with this fragment of stardust shaking around him.

can he pet the eyeball? he's petting the eyeball, for as long as he can handle that heat. even considers nesting up close to it, like a cat curled up on something warm. we're here now. ]

I wouldn't mind that, too. My family used to be jewelers, and I really like shiny things—

[ his hand, still running along them- ]

—But I'd still pick a surprise first, 'cause nothing shines more than "I don't know". [ ... ] Let's figure it out! That's part of everything.

[ but magic's on stand by if this gets fucked up, the ring on his finger still glowing dimly. ]

[ one of the many things murr will learn; they like pets almost as much as they like giving them. though it's more about the nature of the touch when you get down to it. ]

Hmmm... [ thoughtful, or maybe they're just continuing to enjoy the sensation. ]

Then let's see. Try not to fight it. [ not that they mind if he does, but it's usually more messy that way.

one of the many shadows (not the ones being touched, because yes they are greedy) winds it's way around murr, crawling up his leg, his abdomen, his torso, and then winding around his neck. for a second, it almost looks like some type of choker, dipped in onyx.

it pulls taut, enough to cause a brief shortness of breath, and then snaps. like spilled ink, it trickles down all over murr's skin, trying to suffuse into his body, and maybe deeper. ]

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