Event Log: Jumpscares

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Who: All characters participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Jumpscares event
Where: All over the city!
When: May 16th-May 20th
Warnings: Some startling jumpscares, interdimensional demon cats, the usual

A dark shadow looms over Hadriel on the morning of May 16th. There's a tension in the air, something palpable, as if everything has gone still and is ready to snap. You've been waiting for the other shoe to drop for hours now, and you're getting to the point where you're starting to wish that it would just happen already so that you can stop feeling this way.

Of course, when it does happen, it's not quite like you expect.

Maybe it's a tiger leaping out of your closet, claws extended. Maybe it's a faceless slenderman, stepping out from around the corner or a monster with beak and claws ripping open your shower curtain when you're most vulnerable- but within seconds, after you've been startled half to death by the monsters, they're gone. They vanish in a puff of smoke, or dissipate into glitter, or become something silly instead for a few brief moments before disappearing entirely.

Weird. But not unendurable, I guess. The bright side is that there will also be a few demon cats that have also made their way through the door. No two cats are ever in the same location, but there seems to be enough of them to go around, though the toothy one can be a bit vicious. Still, they aren't untameable, and might make nice pets, as long as you don't mind a bloody finger or two when it's time for lunch!

► This log covers May 16th-May 20th.
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[tongueamok]

With Carlisle currently a little breathless from Glacius' attention, he answers with a nod, apologizing again (though probably apologizing for the apology this time). The hand at his obvious arousal makes him bite his lip; it's through his teeth that he utters again.

"I always wonder if I, ah. Should reciprocate more in some way, or if I'm simply easier to, um." He shudders again, his legs finding their way around Glacius' hips to give him more stability against the rocking. It's not terribly comfortable, but then again, neither are his clothes at the moment. "If- if it's easier to get me riled."

Which it is, and he knows it. His hand finally retreats from Glacius' mandible, if only to start pulling at his sweater.

[glacius]

Glacius can't help but be sad to feel Carlisle's hand leave him even if just for a moment, but it at least makes it a little bit easier to focus on his partner when he isn't being actively flooded with pleasurable sensations. He shakes his head a little bit as if trying to clear it, then smiles down at his partner.

"You are easily riled, but... only with me, so it's more than fine," the ice alien chuckles fondly, confirming what the clergyman already assumes. "It's flattering, and... arousing in its own right. If you ever want to reciprocate more you and more than welcome, and I would certainly enjoy it, but... this is wonderful, too."

As if to prove that, Glacius moves to help Carlisle with his sweater, then immediately lowers his head so that his mandible can take over for his hand, passionately kissing every inch of those abdominal scars. Unfortunately, he's too big of a creature for their hips to line up when he's positioned here, so he lets his hands take over--taking his sweet time as he undoes the buckle on the clergyman's pants and then slips one behind the waistband, letting it drift lower inch by inch.

[tongueamok]

There's something about Glacius' response that draws a genuine laugh out of Carlisle. "Wonderful, he says. This coming from someone who might be the very definition of such a woooorr—"

He does not finish his assessment before a long shudder escapes from him, his body quivering as the point of Glacius' mandible draws across his scars. The pressure is a far cry from that of the massage he'd been getting before: instead of it being spread evenly across Glacius' large hands, it's all concentrated on a single, moving point of contact now, with all the sensitivity the old wounds feel honed upon it.

One might think that a many who was raked across his abdomen by a bear would feel frightened by such a sensation, but given the source, Carlisle finds it impossible to even contemplate relating that feeling with fear. As his body trembles once more, his breath shaking along with it, such a feeling is intensely tantalizing. And when combined with the pawing at his loins, it is pure ecstasy.

One of Carlisle's hands lands upon Glacius' head, his fingers wrapping lightly around one of the horns found there as though it'd ground him, keep him from getting lost in a moment of incredible sensation; the other tries again with the orb of light, though with his energies stirred by the beginnings of euphoria, it turns out far more vibrant than the last, the light within it more akin to the Mote than normal. He leaves the orb beside him as his hand returns to Glacius' face, helping guide his partner along the violet scars that cut across him.

[glacius]

Again, the flaring of light catches Glacius' attention; he lifts his gaze and finds it burning brighter now, reflecting in his glowing green eyes, emphasizing the way they seem to be literally shining with happiness. Again, he reminds himself that the lights Carlisle conjures don't hold the same meaning as a Mote might... but given that utterly carefree laugh, the heartfelt sentiments, and now the way his partner's body is taut with ecstasy, arched toward his mandible and hands as if wordlessly begging him to continue... well. He'd like to think he's contributing to some emotional buffer that enables the light to burn so brightly.

Whatever the cause, he doesn't get long to revel in the elation he feels as he gazes upon the orb, as Carlisle's hand finds one of his horns and guides his mandible back to his middle. Glacius rumbles out some husky laughter, all too pleased with the assignment--and his enthusiasm shows through in the way he switches between nuzzling and kissing. With his heart pounding in his chest from a heady mixture of love and desire, he can't help but go to further efforts to treat him to more of that elation and pleasure; the alien curls his bared hand around his partner, finally indulging him in some slow and thorough pumps of his hand as he continues to graze those scars with his mandible.

[tongueamok]

The first few pumps get Carlisle's heart racing, the dull thudding from his chest practically audible beneath his labored breaths; the next cause his back to arch, a groan pushing its way out of him as his legs writhe against Glacius' sides, trying to find support from the waves of sensation coursing through him. His hand tightens around the alien's spines, one remaining there while the other presses against his face, his palms to his eyes. There's that intense warmth, both incredible and uncomfortable all at once -- and yet, that heat is what he craves, what he basks in with every second Glacius spends working him.

Another groan rattles out of his chest as the seconds tick by, this one sudden, louder than he'd expected. Glacius isn't the only one who hears it: in the light from the orbs, a giant spider descends from a single thread from the ceiling, looking to land atop the clergyman's head, its spindly legs reaching down and out as though to encompass his entire face. Carlisle hasn't yet seen it, but how could he? Not only are his eyes still closed, but Glacius is showering him with so much affection that he couldn't see straight even if he wanted to.

The city might still be out to get them, but what they share is indeed stronger, powerful enough that Carlisle doesn't even consider danger still around him... and given his usual, skittish behavior, that is certainly a feat. Carlisle might not be able to feel the arachnid looming above him, but he does feel his own powers working against him once again, the pull of his aural compulsion reaching out again to both himself and his partner. The urge is stronger this time, its grasp more powerful as desperation settles in.

Despite Glacius' earlier insistence, Carlisle does his damnedest to apologize, but it hardly makes it out between the staggered breaths, the pressure building in him trying to escape. "S- sorr- ah- s- sorry, my- my- ah—!"

That moan, too, was louder than he'd expected, if how red he turns is any indication.

[glacius]

Glacius simply dismisses his partner's apologies with another rumbling chuckle, taking one of of Carlisle's hands in his own and lacing their fingers together as the other one stays busy, working the clegryman faster now--clearly intending to push him right over the edge. Those groans rising up into needful cries and that desperate writhing are all intoxicating and their own right, and Glacius craves more of it, especially as close to Carlisle as he is. It's so rare to see his partner utterly lost to everything around him... and that's exactly what he wanted. To prove that their relationship could prevail over the machinations of the gods-- that their feelings for each other were far stronger than even the powers of their captors.

Their coupling is an utter success in that regard... and hopefully in another equally important way as well. Though he does his best to give Carlisle whatever time to recover that he needs after the fact, the ice alien can't help but fall back on the request that tossed them into this particular, fervent romp. Flopping down on his side, Glacius props his head up one one hand as he gazes down at his partner's eyes his flush, exhausted form; his gaze is equal parts smug and adoring.

"So, did I show you properly? Do you understand... just how much you mean to me now..?"

[tongueamok]

It takes the exhausted Carlisle a moment to piece himself together enough to attempt an answer. He's even more of a mess than he was before, his body still covered in ink in places, but now also in a sheen of sweat from their passionate coupling. He simply nods at first, his chest still heaving as he tries to catch his breath. By the time he opens his eyes, the hallucinatory spider he'd never even known was there is gone, the machinations of the gods held at bay for the time being.

It's just as he wanted, and just what Glacius hoped to prove: if they trust in one another, they can accomplish so much, even when faced with all the powers of their captors. They are stronger together, after all.

Carlisle's slate eyes land upon the vibrant green ones of his partner; his might not glow as Glacius' do, but in that moment, they are no less alive, as they are filled with ardent, earnest affection. He nods again, a smile cutting across him as he reaches for Glacius' free hand, pulling it atop his bare chest. His heartbeat is thunderous, but significantly so. It pounds not because of fear, but for the alien before him.

"I understand," he sighs, content. His fingers curl around Glacius' hand, this grip somewhat loose from blissful fatigue. "I understand perfectly."

[glacius]

It's always and uplifting and joyous thing to see Carlisle's eyes filled with anything other than weariness, uncertainty, or fright, and in that moment the alien sees a flash of the man that had smiled at him from that portrait: young, happy, and full of life. The latter is further reinforced as the clergyman invites him to place his hand upon his chest and he feels that strong, steady heartbeat. Sighing with all the fondness and contentment in the world for this moment and the person laid before him, Glacius returns the squeeze of his partner's hand, his own grip firm and strong.

"Good... I'm so very glad," the ice alien replies, pulling himself further up the bed so that he can properly lay next to his partner; his hand never leaves the human's chest. "Next time you start to feel glum, or down on yourself, I hope you can remember these moments of closeness, and the adoration I have for you."

[tongueamok]

"And if I cannot remember such moments," Carlisle returns with another sigh, "I'm sure you can remind me."

His hand shakes as he reaches over to grab the more vibrant of the two orbs, moving it aside so he can scoot closer to his partner. He closes his eyes, shutting out all but them once more.

Well, all but them and the still-present pounding of his own heart in his chest -- he can't help but smile as he catches his breath. "And to think not an hour ago, I thought I might drop dead in the bathroom because my heart was racing so fast, yet it beats so stubbornly now, and I have never felt more secure in my life."

[glacius]

"Any time, anywhere," Glacius responds, the smugness winning out in his gaze for a moment. It doesn't last; his smile softens when Carlisle shelters up against him once more.

"Well, of course--I couldn't let your heart give out on you, given what a good one it is. It just needed a little bit of tending to help it find its strength... just like its owner," the ice alien replies, smoothing his hand over the clergyman's pectoral muscle as he feels the steady beating for himself. Feeling it this full of life never fails to be a comfort to the big creature, who tends to worry about Carlisle's health... probably even more than the clergyman himself does, if that's even possible. After a moment of consider it he stretches out and lays his head upon his partner's chest the better to listen for himself.

"I'll be sure to keep it well looked after from here on out--and the same goes for that sense of security, too. You provide me the same, after all," the otherworldly continues, his voice gentle. It's the truth; cuddled up close and bathed in the soft illumination from the human's light, he feels peaceful, safe. He'll probably always conflate it with his people's Motes, try as he might to remind himself of the differences... but that's alright with Glacius, as it nourishes the part of his soul that has been so wounded by separation from his culture. It's just another little quirk in their partnership that adds reinforces that sense of belonging that he feels when he is with Carlisle.

[tongueamok]

Carlisle smiles once again, resting himself as Glacius places his head upon his chest. Just as Carlisle relishes the chill of the alien's icy shell, Glacius might be able to feel the heat still radiating from the clergyman, a far cry from the human's normally cool temperature relative to others of his kind. It dissipates slowly, nearly in tandem with the steady beating of his heart as it finally calms.

For a time, Carlisle dozes off, his body relaxing more and more as the minutes tick by and it falls back into its usual state, save for all the ink and sweat still covering him. It's only when he starts shivering that he's roused again, his mind pulled from the edge of oncoming nightmares to remember that he's safe, he's here.

"Glacius," he tests quietly, afraid he might awaken his partner.

[glacius]

Glacius is not about to let himself nod off when there might still be spooks and apparitions afoot; he promised his partner he would keep them at bay, and that's exactly what he's going to do. The last thing he wants is for one of them to give his partner a rude awakening once the alien realizes he's drifted off! Instead he contents himself by lying still, feeling every muscle in his partner's body relax--a vast departure from how tense and nervous he usually is. It, like much of the rest of the evening, does the alien's hearts a lot of good to feel.

It isn't until Carlisle starts shivering that the alien moves; when the clergyman speaks his name the alien sits up, trying to help drape some of the sheets over him. "Yes, Carlisle? What is it? I am here."

[tongueamok]

"Ah, I didn't mean to wake you," he says quietly. "Or, er. Awaken you by asking if you were awake. Counterproductive, really, now that I think about it."

He pulls the sheets around him with a word of gratitude to his partner, and slides the comforter over himself for good measure. The dimmer of his two orbs slides off the bed as he pulls the blanket, snapping loudly on the floor as it goes out.

[glacius]

Glacius chirps as the orb starts to roll off the bed, sitting up like he aims to try and catch it--but he also doesn't want to accidentally prick or jostle his partner, so his movements are slower, and he's not able to extend an arm in time. He doesn't hide the dismay on his face as it pops against the ground, turning back and nosing against the other orb to make sure it's nestled safely among the folds of the sheets, like a protective parent making sure an egg can't roll away.

"I was already awake," the ice alien responds amidst the rustling of the blankets. "I told you I would watch over you."

[tongueamok]

"I know, I just—" A single, quiet chuckle escapes him. It's in his nature to worry. "I do know."

His eyes flit open, only to catch the dismay that crosses Glacius' face. "What? What's wrong?"

[glacius]

"One of your lights broke," Glacius replies, lifting his head only when he seems satisfied that the remaining one isn't going to do the same. "I must keep this one safe."

[tongueamok]

That gets another smile out of him. "I can make more, Glacius."

And prying himself from his partner's arm, he sits up and does just that, conjuring two, then another to make three -- four with the very vibrant one. He sets them along the bed, placing a hand atop Glacius' head reassuringly.

"As I've said before, it's a very minor conjuration from my world. Not terribly taxing, but infinitely useful."

[glacius]

Glacius perks up more and more as each new orb of light is generated, busily attempting to huddle each new orb of light in with the first one as Carlisle sets them upon the bed. Once they're all nestled securely in their wad of blankets, the alien regards them proudly, only to be surprised out of his vigil when the clergyman sets a hand a top his head. Chuffing, he pushes into the touch, content to slip up beside him once more to garner more of that reassuring petting.

"Just as long as you are being careful with your energy," the ice alien purrs, always considering his partner's wellbeing before his own delight. "You may call them minor, but to me, they are beautiful." Which can be applied to... a lot of their relationship, really, though Glacius doesn't seem to be drawing the connection there. He's too utterly pleased with the moment at hand, transfixed by the lights that Carlisle has conjured, settled by his comforting presence.

[tongueamok]

"I believe I have expended myself in critical ways plenty today, thank you," Carlisle returns with a lopsided grin as he runs his hand down the smooth curve of Glacius' neck, forgetting just how touchy a topic his health can be.

He seems to remember half a second later, and adds a reassurance: "I am feeling much better now though. Exhausted, but in a far more preferable way than... well, earlier."

[glacius]

The reassurance comes at the perfect time; Glacius lifts his head again, looking first at Carlisle and then to motes--no, the orbs, he reminds himself--of light as if they could be used as measures of his health. When Carlisle continues on the alien swivels his head back to look at him, and a relief little bit of laughter rolls up out of his throat.

"I'll just take that as praise for my prowess in this regard, then," the otherworldly being rumbles, butting up affectionately against Carlisle's jaw and cheek. "But... if you need to rest, do not let me keep you up. It is important that we take good care of your energy and health, and I am more than content to lay here as you recuperate. As long as I am with you, I am happy."

[tongueamok]

Carlisle tilts his head to meet Glacius' affectionate nuzzling, his hand still resting at the back of the alien's neck, fingers curling at his spines. "Again, I promise I am in far better spirits than I was."

He says that, but not all is at ease in his mind now that the physical euphoria of their coupling has passed. His brow knits. "I am sorry, though... for what happened earlier. I did not take much notice then, but you fought off my influence."

And if his tone says anything, it's that he's grateful.

[glacius]

"You do not need to apologize to me--you did not mean to do it, and I understand how it can be difficult to gather your thoughts when you are frightened. And besides, it is as you said--no harm was done. By now, I am well acquainted with what it feels like, and I am used to the feeling of our metaphysical energies interacting. It is a shame whenever they must butt up against each other, rather than flowing naturally as they usually do during your examinations... but I will do what I must to reel you--or the both of us--back in."

Glacius sighs as he props himself up; it's his turn to run his hand over his partner now, as he gently cups the human's face with one hand and looks into his eyes as he tries to reassure him. "...Which is just a very long-winded way of me saying that I don't want you to worry or beat yourself up for this, alright? I am making the choice to stay, despite the warnings you have given me, because I care so deeply for you. Even if you do tug upon my will, I'm never going to be mad at you for it."

If anything, he'll just recognize it as a resounding cry for help, given that he knows just how dire circumstances must be for Carlisle to slip into the grasps of his curse like that. Now Glacius slips his hand up from the clergyman's jaw to the back of his head as he lays them both down, inviting his partner to shelter against his neck up underneath his chin. "No matter what happens, just remember this--there exists not a force in the world that can turn me away from you."

[tongueamok]

Carlisle takes that invitation, knowing well that Glacius likely saw the bleariness in his eyes as he promised to stay despite warnings both from Carlisle himself and the threat of what his abilities could do. Though he fears every day what could happen if his existence somehow taints his partner, bringing tragedy and misfortune upon them both, Carlisle cannot turn him away. It is far too late for that, and he is a selfish thing, so desperate for the connection they share that he'd do nearly anything to keep it. Glacius would, as well. He know that to be absolute truth.

Carlisle curls as close as he can to Glacius, his brow pressed to the underside of the alien's neck, arms resting against his chest. "I thought you would still be susceptible somehow. That is how I sent the other you away, after all... but his will must not have had the strength of yours. I'm... glad it didn't, in the end."

If the other Glacius had turned out to be the stronger of the two, they wouldn't be having this conversation, nor their coupling. In all honesty, Carlisle might not even be alive. How different would things be if he hadn't sent the other Glacius away that fateful day?

[glacius]

"I'm sure I still am in a way--I still felt your command, I just had the sense and the strength to reject it," Glacius explains, stroking Carlisle's back. "As for the... fabrication of the gods, I do not know if it came down to a weakness in the strengths of our wills so much as a similarity in our feelings for you... but I do not remember much after he tried to strangle me." His mind had been numbed first by agony, and then by his partner's willing them both to stop; there wasn't a thing he could do in that situation save for lay there and bleed until the command had faded.

"In a way, it was our bond that prevailed... even back then," the ice alien murmurs. "I'm glad things went the way they did, too... even if it is starting to seem as though the only other members of my species that I will ever see again will just be... cruel mockeries."

But that's a line of thinking he really can't afford to dwell on. He only just recently managed to make his way of out of a pit of depression; he doesn't need to be toppled back into one all over again.

[tongueamok]

As nice a thought as it is that their bond is what proved stronger than the false gods, even before they decided to take their relationship further, Carlisle cannot ignore the shift in Glacius' tone -- the longing that lies beneath his words -- as he speaks of his people. He presses the bridge of his nose to Glacius' neck in their not-quite-a-kiss, resting a hand along the side.

"It is one of my greatest regrets that I cannot alleviate the pain you feel from such a separation from your people," he says quietly, "but... should you ever feel alone, I am here." He's sure Glacius knows, but it's always worth repeating.