boom boom room (w3) | murr & yomi

[masterplan]

Welcome to the Boom Boom Room!

Once you get in here, you are free to do whatever you please behind the (thankfully) lockable door. As long as that 'whatever' is something spicy. There's a camera somewhere in here, but like, you probably suspected that already.

Have fun!

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[starspot]

[ 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. ]

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[cislunar]

[ 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. ]

[cislunar]

Would it hurt if I touch your eyeball?

[ heeeeeeeEEE's like this. ]

[starspot]

[ 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?

[cislunar]

[ 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. ]

[starspot]

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.

[cislunar]

[ 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. ]

[starspot]

[ 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. ]