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[ has he bit off more than he can chew? probably not! Eddie's a determined young man, tyvm.
he's good at games, isn't always the best at hiding glee when he wins. but every other game he's ever played has had at least two people who have seen each other. can read each other's body cues. have heard one another speak. it's going to be a challenge, but he wouldn't be Eddie if he didn't dive right in. so, dive he does.
he doesn't do subtle, but he also does not immediately throw those blunt questions out at strangers, not before the start of the show. not at the break. no, it takes a couple beers and some shots of liquid courage to bite the bullet of propositioning some random guy. which, is what he does since, ya know, he guesses wrong. and funny story, this dude's all for it. just his luck, right?
there's a little sigh, but he wasn't lying when he'd alluded to being primarily fine with blowing random guys. he's really leaned into his sexuality and sex drive in the city, so. either way, he goes off and ends up with an appropriate photo. kinky fucker being all into this exact scenario.
but Eddie doesn't send it right away, just salutes the guy goodbye and carries on his merry way, finishing off his duties for the evening before he heads back home with Juliette. one rando dick sucked is enough in one day.
the next show is a similar set of circumstances. he's turned down once, twice, giving that whole spiel, hearing the man from his misfired text's incorporeal fucking non-voice ringing in his ears before he pulls up to someone else, opting to be sober as the day he was born, a touch more forceful. and, there it went.
not the right guy. not sir, but he gets another one of those photos, and so, with a hoarse throat from gagging, he sends off both of the pictures from right there where he's kneeling on the bathroom floor. just like that damn imagery that had been painted.
the photos are similar enough, except for his expressions. and a slight wardrobe change, but nothing too dramatically different. his outfits for shows trend to his usual look: metalhead from the mid 80's. he can follow direction, orders, so he's kneeling in both, jeans clearly tight from his straining cock. his tongue's out in both, covered in come. in the first photo, one eye is winking, a lot of oomph and attitude in the picture, as if he's internally flashing devil horns. the second, he's a touch more somber, a touch put out at this point from being bad at the game already.
he doesn't consider that he could've sent the first one the day before, that this guy would've been in the bar (right? this isn't some fucked up joke, is it?) and saw him go off with someone. but, he hadn't really felt like jerking off in that moment anyway, agitated that he didn't get it right on the first go. now though, he doesn't want to ignore his cock. ]
You're turning out to be pretty fucking elusive.
You sure you're even coming to my shows?
he's good at games, isn't always the best at hiding glee when he wins. but every other game he's ever played has had at least two people who have seen each other. can read each other's body cues. have heard one another speak. it's going to be a challenge, but he wouldn't be Eddie if he didn't dive right in. so, dive he does.
he doesn't do subtle, but he also does not immediately throw those blunt questions out at strangers, not before the start of the show. not at the break. no, it takes a couple beers and some shots of liquid courage to bite the bullet of propositioning some random guy. which, is what he does since, ya know, he guesses wrong. and funny story, this dude's all for it. just his luck, right?
there's a little sigh, but he wasn't lying when he'd alluded to being primarily fine with blowing random guys. he's really leaned into his sexuality and sex drive in the city, so. either way, he goes off and ends up with an appropriate photo. kinky fucker being all into this exact scenario.
but Eddie doesn't send it right away, just salutes the guy goodbye and carries on his merry way, finishing off his duties for the evening before he heads back home with Juliette. one rando dick sucked is enough in one day.
the next show is a similar set of circumstances. he's turned down once, twice, giving that whole spiel, hearing the man from his misfired text's incorporeal fucking non-voice ringing in his ears before he pulls up to someone else, opting to be sober as the day he was born, a touch more forceful. and, there it went.
not the right guy. not sir, but he gets another one of those photos, and so, with a hoarse throat from gagging, he sends off both of the pictures from right there where he's kneeling on the bathroom floor. just like that damn imagery that had been painted.
the photos are similar enough, except for his expressions. and a slight wardrobe change, but nothing too dramatically different. his outfits for shows trend to his usual look: metalhead from the mid 80's. he can follow direction, orders, so he's kneeling in both, jeans clearly tight from his straining cock. his tongue's out in both, covered in come. in the first photo, one eye is winking, a lot of oomph and attitude in the picture, as if he's internally flashing devil horns. the second, he's a touch more somber, a touch put out at this point from being bad at the game already.
he doesn't consider that he could've sent the first one the day before, that this guy would've been in the bar (right? this isn't some fucked up joke, is it?) and saw him go off with someone. but, he hadn't really felt like jerking off in that moment anyway, agitated that he didn't get it right on the first go. now though, he doesn't want to ignore his cock. ]
You're turning out to be pretty fucking elusive.
You sure you're even coming to my shows?
[ wash is looking forward to the game. he's an idle hand, these days, work and wandering around and visiting south now that she's moved out of the public housin, spiralling, frustrated, taking out his frustrations on anything he can. sometimes those outlets are -- violent. terrible. sometimes he can just lose himself in a different person for a awhile. and eddie, unlikely as he might seem, had just kind of dropped himself into wash's lap by pure chance, and wash is happy to seize on that opportunity. their first conversation had quickly unravelled from wash gently testing and pushing to eddie readily accepting if not doubling down on anything wash was willing to give him, and well. here they are.
wash had showed up to the show tonight. he had seen eddie approach at least one person, watched them slip off into the bathroom, and as tempting as it was to linger and find a way to watch he'd decided this was the time to make his exit. he's only just gotten back when eddie's messages ping up on his phone, and god, those are good pictures, standing in his elevator for whole minute or two just quietly considering them without pressing a button. eddie kneeling and obviously hard, tongue sticking out obediently, coated lewdly in come, dripping down. two pictures at once, one bright and challenging and a little defiant, and the second, that wash can gather is more recent if he hadn't recognized his outfit, is a little more resigned.
sweet boy. getting discouraged already. probably still doesn't quite know what he's getting into. but that's fine.
the response that eddie gets will be a picture. wash had taken it on his way into the show, just a snap of the stage before the show, an audience filing in, lights still up. he'd been there, alright, and just to make it a point that he was even there tonight wash follows with a text message listing of the songs eddie's played, his entire set list, in order. an additional note of an encore. wash has a perfect memory, and there's no shame in putting it to frivolous use when he can't turn it off. ]
Questioning if a fan has even been to your shows isn't a great way to keep them coming back, Eddie.
Say you're sorry, and maybe I'll let you come.
[ they're good pictures. very good shots, really. but eddie's cheek here takes priority. ]
wash had showed up to the show tonight. he had seen eddie approach at least one person, watched them slip off into the bathroom, and as tempting as it was to linger and find a way to watch he'd decided this was the time to make his exit. he's only just gotten back when eddie's messages ping up on his phone, and god, those are good pictures, standing in his elevator for whole minute or two just quietly considering them without pressing a button. eddie kneeling and obviously hard, tongue sticking out obediently, coated lewdly in come, dripping down. two pictures at once, one bright and challenging and a little defiant, and the second, that wash can gather is more recent if he hadn't recognized his outfit, is a little more resigned.
sweet boy. getting discouraged already. probably still doesn't quite know what he's getting into. but that's fine.
the response that eddie gets will be a picture. wash had taken it on his way into the show, just a snap of the stage before the show, an audience filing in, lights still up. he'd been there, alright, and just to make it a point that he was even there tonight wash follows with a text message listing of the songs eddie's played, his entire set list, in order. an additional note of an encore. wash has a perfect memory, and there's no shame in putting it to frivolous use when he can't turn it off. ]
Questioning if a fan has even been to your shows isn't a great way to keep them coming back, Eddie.
Say you're sorry, and maybe I'll let you come.
[ they're good pictures. very good shots, really. but eddie's cheek here takes priority. ]
come fukc me
[It's accompanied by a short video clip, drunk dancing at a bar clearly recognisable as Jolene's.]
[It's accompanied by a short video clip, drunk dancing at a bar clearly recognisable as Jolene's.]
[ well. wash knows the place immediately, he's in the area, and while its clear from both the text and the dancing that pietro's probably in a certain state of mind.
that's fine. ]
This just for me or is it for any guy who happens to look at you the right way?
that's fine. ]
This just for me or is it for any guy who happens to look at you the right way?
party on
[It could not be more obvious that Quentin made this thing with some kind of online template. At least it's not animated.]
Hm.
I've been keeping an eye on the readouts for my armor since I dropped it off at your place. Did find it weird that I haven't gotten any pings about any system access attempts. Or notifications of new modifications, or purple sparkles flying past my readouts, or whatever.
I've been keeping an eye on the readouts for my armor since I dropped it off at your place. Did find it weird that I haven't gotten any pings about any system access attempts. Or notifications of new modifications, or purple sparkles flying past my readouts, or whatever.
( after reading through his 'anonymous' network post )
you know, at the rate you're going
they might as well put your name on a cell
i think they call that 'harboring fugitives'
you know, at the rate you're going
they might as well put your name on a cell
i think they call that 'harboring fugitives'
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2023-09-18 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
did you mean it
when you wanted to sign a contract?
( we're just diving right into this, ok — over text, like a coward. )
when you wanted to sign a contract?
( we're just diving right into this, ok — over text, like a coward. )
So I got an invite to this orgy that's happening this weekend.
Are you going to it?
[ eddie doesn't ask if wash has been invited too, assumes that'll get cleared up pretty quickly. who wouldn't want him there, anyway? maybe someone who doesn't know him, but, hey. eddie can hope you'll be there, daddy. :') not even going into his initial 'wtf' over it being a PLANNED orgy, but hey. he knows where his priorities are. ]
Are you going to it?
[ eddie doesn't ask if wash has been invited too, assumes that'll get cleared up pretty quickly. who wouldn't want him there, anyway? maybe someone who doesn't know him, but, hey. eddie can hope you'll be there, daddy. :') not even going into his initial 'wtf' over it being a PLANNED orgy, but hey. he knows where his priorities are. ]
[ within a few minutes after he arrives at this orgy -- starting at sunset -- eddie pops a text off to wash. along with a simple enough picture, nothing racy. taken from the top down, splash of grey from his t-shirt and striped boxers on, socks on his feet. maybe underdressed for an orgy and might look like he's about to just slip into bed, but it's what eddie feels most comfortable in at this juncture. ]
Really a shame you're not here, Daddy.
It's just a bunch of guys. I guess that's what Dorian's into.
You should get to know him, too, if he tosses shindigs like this on the regular :)
[ and well, he has some stuff to pay attention to. notably dorian giving a little speech from the stage with regards to the party, how it's a late birthday celebration, etc etc.
eddie sends another photo too, of a piece of paper in his hand, clearly it's been rolled up and tucked away a couple times. but it's a bingo card. because what else would one expect at a duplicity orgy?? ]
Really wild being here, huh?
[ and it's a good ten minutes before he sends another picture. this time of his face, one eye winking closed, cum dribbling down his bottom lip, forefinger pressing into it. ]
What'dya think, Daddy?
Really a shame you're not here, Daddy.
It's just a bunch of guys. I guess that's what Dorian's into.
You should get to know him, too, if he tosses shindigs like this on the regular :)
[ and well, he has some stuff to pay attention to. notably dorian giving a little speech from the stage with regards to the party, how it's a late birthday celebration, etc etc.
eddie sends another photo too, of a piece of paper in his hand, clearly it's been rolled up and tucked away a couple times. but it's a bingo card. because what else would one expect at a duplicity orgy?? ]
Really wild being here, huh?
[ and it's a good ten minutes before he sends another picture. this time of his face, one eye winking closed, cum dribbling down his bottom lip, forefinger pressing into it. ]
What'dya think, Daddy?
[ he did definitely expect that he'd invited a whole bunch of spam into his inbox -- not unwanted, but. eddie is going to flood him. he doesn't mind, though, finds eddie's enthusiasm endearing, and there's more than enough possessiveness in him that the idea of eddie thinking of him constantly even while attending a literal orgy is. gratifying. ]
Probably to his preference. I lean more towards men, myself.
[ no comment on getting to know dorian better. maybe he will, maybe he won't, but gettin invited to orgies probably doesn't need to be a big part of it, eddie. wash isn't entirely just waiting around for eddie's texts, doesn't check his device again until he sees both the bingo card and the next photo in one, and, checking the timestamps, can't help but be a little entertained by how fast he's moving. when in rome, he supposes, his gaze lingering on cum dribbling down his lip. ]
I think we can probably hit most of those things on that card on our own.
[ teasing, with just a gentle hint of that possessiveness. ]
I also think that you being covered in cum is one of my favourite things to see.
In a hurry to show off what you learned for Daddy, huh?
Probably to his preference. I lean more towards men, myself.
[ no comment on getting to know dorian better. maybe he will, maybe he won't, but gettin invited to orgies probably doesn't need to be a big part of it, eddie. wash isn't entirely just waiting around for eddie's texts, doesn't check his device again until he sees both the bingo card and the next photo in one, and, checking the timestamps, can't help but be a little entertained by how fast he's moving. when in rome, he supposes, his gaze lingering on cum dribbling down his lip. ]
I think we can probably hit most of those things on that card on our own.
[ teasing, with just a gentle hint of that possessiveness. ]
I also think that you being covered in cum is one of my favourite things to see.
In a hurry to show off what you learned for Daddy, huh?
[ sending up the sombra sos signal, a glitch kitty logo up into the skies ]
Hey
I don't know if she's reached out to you
but sombra needs your help
[ AND WELL, he doesn't know if wash knows yet.
oof.
this. isn't really eddie's forte, but he's here to deliver a message, pretty plainly. people appreciate that, right?? ]
I don't know if you know
but it looks like South left the city
[ and. a few seconds later -- ]
I'm sorry, Wash
Hey
I don't know if she's reached out to you
but sombra needs your help
[ AND WELL, he doesn't know if wash knows yet.
oof.
this. isn't really eddie's forte, but he's here to deliver a message, pretty plainly. people appreciate that, right?? ]
I don't know if you know
but it looks like South left the city
[ and. a few seconds later -- ]
I'm sorry, Wash
[ wash is just wiling away some time at the arcade, slowly getting things in order, figuring things out. a message from eddie appears on his device and at first he's just smiling because ah, he should tell eddie about the arcade, right? who would be more delighted to know. but then he reads on, and.
the reply's delayed. a few things happen: sombra needing help immediately sends alarm bells . . . because it's coming from someone else. sombra has never hesitated to flood his device over needing anything from an emergency snack delivery to wanting him to answer some frivolous question, and she sure as hell wouldn't hesitate to contact him directly over something important. he's already getting up, starting to move, and. south.
shit. breathe. the city's lied to them before. he's already on the move, locking up and heading to his bike outside, but he's running through every check he knows how to do -- checking her id on the network, through the secure networks that sombra has connected them through directly through their interfaces -- null, nothing, deactivated and no result. he even checks for her damn body double cam, and. nothing. nothing. he his stomach sinks, and as he moves to his bike parked out back in the alley, as he can start hearing his own heart pounding in his ears, the only thing he sees is the memory of -- his own helmet, reflected back to him in the gold of south's faceplate. she's in front of him, her voice strained and mocking. what are you going to do, wash? he remembers the weight of the gun in his hands. it'd been as easy as breathing.
the engine roars to life and wash doesn't really notice the purple lightshow this time. he sends a reply; ]
I'm on my way.
Thanks for telling me, Eddie.
the reply's delayed. a few things happen: sombra needing help immediately sends alarm bells . . . because it's coming from someone else. sombra has never hesitated to flood his device over needing anything from an emergency snack delivery to wanting him to answer some frivolous question, and she sure as hell wouldn't hesitate to contact him directly over something important. he's already getting up, starting to move, and. south.
shit. breathe. the city's lied to them before. he's already on the move, locking up and heading to his bike outside, but he's running through every check he knows how to do -- checking her id on the network, through the secure networks that sombra has connected them through directly through their interfaces -- null, nothing, deactivated and no result. he even checks for her damn body double cam, and. nothing. nothing. he his stomach sinks, and as he moves to his bike parked out back in the alley, as he can start hearing his own heart pounding in his ears, the only thing he sees is the memory of -- his own helmet, reflected back to him in the gold of south's faceplate. she's in front of him, her voice strained and mocking. what are you going to do, wash? he remembers the weight of the gun in his hands. it'd been as easy as breathing.
the engine roars to life and wash doesn't really notice the purple lightshow this time. he sends a reply; ]
I'm on my way.
Thanks for telling me, Eddie.
[Not quite 15 minutes after leaving Wash in the square, Pietro sends a text with minimal explanation.]
All safe. House in tact.
[It's followed by a very blurry image of Wash's house, like Pietro decided to take it as he was running off.]
All safe. House in tact.
[It's followed by a very blurry image of Wash's house, like Pietro decided to take it as he was running off.]
[ what. his heart is in his throat immediately, and he knows it has to be true, if sombra's telling him -- he'll still take a few moments to do the checks he knows how to do, and. god.
he's glad, a relief flooding through him, but. its been less than two weeks. the fuck was the city trying to get at?]
She really is.
Sombrita. We need to be careful about this.
[ at minimum she's not going to remember anything about them. at worst, well. there's always a dozen options for worst. ]
he's glad, a relief flooding through him, but. its been less than two weeks. the fuck was the city trying to get at?]
She really is.
Sombrita. We need to be careful about this.
[ at minimum she's not going to remember anything about them. at worst, well. there's always a dozen options for worst. ]
Thank you for everything, but particularly what you did while I was... insentient.
[ eddie’s been in deep contemplation over the unavoidable matter of signing another contract with another someone. would’ve been far too gun shy to broach the idea with wash again after the first time he had, if not for the ways their earlier conversations, how wash has been supportive, have transpired. he’s certain he can’t stay in the up much longer without signing with another dom, too, and that’s definitely part of this text going out now; something wash may expect, knowing the timelines of the city.
he doubts it’ll come as a surprise, that he’s going to ask, see what wash has to say about it. eddie’s done more homework this time around, as for his own thought processes, weighing pros and cons, making lists of different kinds. he knows he took it lightly before, wanting to sign with daddy because daddy makes him feel, well, better than anyone else surrounding and during sex. now, though, he wants to sign with wash, and he has a whole array of reasons for why he’s settled on him as his first, the best, option, and he's planning on telling him them.
first though — ]
Hey, Wash.
Gonna be real cut and dry about this.
Would you sign a contract with me?
I’ve thought about it, a lot, and I think you’re the best fit for me, right now.
Don’t really wanna go live in the Down at all, either.
[ more brutally honest, straightforward without any teasing or playing around, which may come as a surprise to wash. maybe not. but eddie sets his vulnerability and simple want right there in the open. ]
he doubts it’ll come as a surprise, that he’s going to ask, see what wash has to say about it. eddie’s done more homework this time around, as for his own thought processes, weighing pros and cons, making lists of different kinds. he knows he took it lightly before, wanting to sign with daddy because daddy makes him feel, well, better than anyone else surrounding and during sex. now, though, he wants to sign with wash, and he has a whole array of reasons for why he’s settled on him as his first, the best, option, and he's planning on telling him them.
first though — ]
Hey, Wash.
Gonna be real cut and dry about this.
Would you sign a contract with me?
I’ve thought about it, a lot, and I think you’re the best fit for me, right now.
Don’t really wanna go live in the Down at all, either.
[ more brutally honest, straightforward without any teasing or playing around, which may come as a surprise to wash. maybe not. but eddie sets his vulnerability and simple want right there in the open. ]
[ even without hearing his voice that's a difference wash can feel immediately. no doubt eddie is capable of being serious when the situation calls for it, but with wash he's always been a light and playful, even when talking about things that call for more care. a stark contrast to the first time eddie had asked him about this, all bright-eyed and eager for more opportunities to spend time with daddy, and wash had turned him down, gently as he could.
wash has thought about it at least a little since juliette left, himself. eddie not rushing into anything, taking the time to think things through, putting in the effort to take this more seriously. that's good. ]
I would.
[ which isn't a yes, exactly. ]
It was never about whether or not I would, just that you need to be sure it's actually the right decision for you.
Sounds like you've done more homework, this time?
wash has thought about it at least a little since juliette left, himself. eddie not rushing into anything, taking the time to think things through, putting in the effort to take this more seriously. that's good. ]
I would.
[ which isn't a yes, exactly. ]
It was never about whether or not I would, just that you need to be sure it's actually the right decision for you.
Sounds like you've done more homework, this time?
[On Christmas a box is delivered to Wash's residence. Inside he'll find a mug, a pair of boxers and a note that reads:
"I had no idea what to get you for Christmas or if you even celebrate. But I hope you still have a good one.
-Steve" ]
"I had no idea what to get you for Christmas or if you even celebrate. But I hope you still have a good one.
-Steve" ]
[ Christmas morning, afternoon, and evening, there are deliveries being made, and Elle has plenty to give. Wash receives a large tin of chocolate chip cookies. There is a card that reads:
"I hope you have a wonderful holiday and a lovely new year! Elle 💗" ]
"I hope you have a wonderful holiday and a lovely new year! Elle 💗" ]
[ on christmas eve, a package wrapped in brown kraft paper, adorned with twine and red ribbon, small rusticly drawn trees in deep green over its surface, arrives at his home. inside is a single chef's knife, clearly made from fine material. a card in fine penmanship with a wax seal accompanies,
Happy Christmas, Wash. I hope that your holiday contains cheer. I am sure you have anything you require in your kitchen, but I wanted to get you something regardless.
With warmth,
Daphne
Happy Christmas, Wash. I hope that your holiday contains cheer. I am sure you have anything you require in your kitchen, but I wanted to get you something regardless.
With warmth,
Daphne
[ he lets some of them stack up for a while anyway. just because. maybe quite a while, until his device starts to vibrate out of control. ]
Is South taking a long shift?
[ these are the actions of a sombra without enough attention. ]
Is South taking a long shift?
[ these are the actions of a sombra without enough attention. ]
Edited 2024-03-04 03:46 (UTC)
[ a sturdy ivory envelope addressed to / MR. DAVID WASHINGTON / with a periwinkle wax seal arrives at your home address on june fifteenth. definitely had to address him properly -- is that even your last name though, pal? hm.
attached is a handwritten note -- ]
Dearest Wash,
Your attendance would be most cherished. Please bring a guest as it pleases you. I have much I would care to catch up with you regarding, particularly that it seems this city is now collecting my siblings and those associated with us from my home. I surely do not know how to feel about it all, and I hope to see you on this evening.
With love,
Daphne ]
💐 PARTY LOG LOCATED HERE 💐
attached is a handwritten note -- ]
Dearest Wash,
Your attendance would be most cherished. Please bring a guest as it pleases you. I have much I would care to catch up with you regarding, particularly that it seems this city is now collecting my siblings and those associated with us from my home. I surely do not know how to feel about it all, and I hope to see you on this evening.
With love,
Daphne ]
| ❝ | DUPLICITY CITATION No. 19650 Violation: Assault and murder of City Personnel Fine: 1 week jail + 2 weeks Realignment Payments must be received within 30 calendar days, or debts will be handed over to the Remittance Facility. | ❞ |
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