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Log -Death and Perturbation

Nov 26, 2011 23:12

Who: Stildyne and the Marquis de Sade
Where: The Marquis' quarters
What: The Marquis is bothered. Stildyne wants to know why.
When: The night of this thread.
Warnings: Likely talk about sex, possibly sex outright. Mentions of very mild bloodplay.

( Nosy and perverted. Best combination. )

ugliest mother hen alive, marquis de sade, log

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impure_tale November 27 2011, 07:25:58 UTC

The Marquis was actually redressing his bed when the knock came. His sheets from the night before lay crumpled on the floor, spatters of blood still visible on them. He left them for now, though he uttered his dog's name to warn her away from them. Since she'd first gotten a whiff of it the night before she'd been whistling unhappy under her breath, and she would not be satisfied until the scent was gone from the room.

The door distracted the both of them, thankfully. She beat him to it, and seemed happy, knowing before he did who it was, and the Marquis opened it to Stildyne and a tired smile on his own face.

"Come in, Brachi."

der_umgekehrte November 27 2011, 07:28:30 UTC

Stildyne stepped in, closing the door behind him quickly so that he could greet the other man with a kiss on the cheekbone. "Donatien. What's wrong?" His eyes flickered around the room, lingering on the discarded sheets, and he frowned.

impure_tale November 27 2011, 07:32:43 UTC

"Short and to the point," he murmured. "Come and sit." He led him over to the area by the fire and sat down on the sofa. "I am happy to have helped you," he assured him. "Still, in retrospect it has left me...somewhat unsettled."

der_umgekehrte November 27 2011, 07:36:49 UTC

"Well. That's not what I'd wanted." Again, short and to the point. Stildyne sat next to the other man, a hand on his knee in reassurance.

He wasn't sure who had suggested it, but he remembered that it had come on the tail of a particularly lengthy rant on his own part about the mental beating the death toll had subjected him to and how much it unnerved him not to have any physical proof of so much damage, and the upshot was that three clean cuts were healing nicely on his right shoulderblade. The number had been in debate between them, but the port had bothered Stildyne enough to push for the third.

"Tell me about it," he urged, rubbing the Marquis' leg with his thumb.

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