[Not too long after the Madness incident, Finn had noticed that it had been awhile since he'd seen the familiar lion beastman stopping by Bunny's. It could just be that Leona was busy--Finn didn't really know him very well, after all, and maybe he got a job that had shifted his schedule around. After asking one of the other boys from Twisted Wonderland and learning the truth, though, Finn hadn't hesitated to offer his help.
Well, he hadn't hesitated, but he was still pretty nervous about it. The first time using his magical healing on someone who actively needed it from him. And even though he's come by more than once, now, Finn couldn't help that he still had that characteristic edge of anxiety when he arrives at Leona's apartment for their scheduled healing appointment.]
Hey! How's your jaw feeling? Any better or worse than last time?
[Leona mumbles, to demonstrate. his words are smaller than usual, a bit sloppy, under-enunciated. but he's bothering to make more of an effort to speak at all, which means the tears in his mouth are stinging less and less.
his mood isn't terribly great what with the blot sickness and also being a general miserable bitch, but if anything Leona's content with the fact it doesn't seem he, and he hasn't heard that the others, are further spreading that blot by being treated.]
Still better'n'a firs'time.
['better', it seems, is defined by the fact he has a cup of hot coffee in his hands and is rather slowly drinking it as he saunters over to sit on the couch. he's missed his hot bean water, alright.]
Good. I mean--yeah, about the same is better than worse.
[Finn closes the door behind him as he follows Leona inside, glancing at the hot coffee--but if he has any kind of lecture he's thinking, he doesn't say it. If it sets Leona back at all...well, more practice for him in all of this healing.]
I won't make you have to talk too much to answer me. I'm sorry I'm not farther along in mastering this magic, as it is.
[He wishes he could just make Leona all better with a single wave of his wand. If not that much, at least condense these sessions into just a couple much more productive ones. As he sits down beside him and takes his wand out from a coat pocket, Finn sighs, tapping it against his leg idly.]
I can only imagine how frustrating it is to deal with this kind of injury--but if you're able to drink hotter liquids, the natural healing process must not be experiencing complications, either.
[when Leona looks up from his place on the couch, though, Finn might see a bit more clearly that he's absolutely just sticking his tongue in the coffee and lapping up a little bit each time he does. he's not even trying to hide it like he should be ashamed of himself.
in all likelihood, the coffee is only going to end up half-drunk, and then the still-half-full coffee cup will be left on a table.
and then Ruggie will have to clean it up, later.
he puts his coffee cup down on the little table next to him, though, rolling his eyes and taking instead the notebook next to it and scrawling quickly in impeccable (but easily legible) script;]
Weren't you a freshman?
[the schools might not work perfectly the same, but Leona's inferring from age.]
[Oh...cute. Wait, no, he couldn't let himself get taken off guard by those catlike behaviors! This was a very strong and capable magician! Finn would totally make himself look even sillier if he was caught staring. Fortunately, Leona reaching over to write something allows him to save some face.]
Well, yes, but...I've been here for over a year now, so...even without anyone to teach me, I should've made more progress than this.
[If he had any level of natural talent, like his brother, he could get somewhere just teaching himself. But no matter how many books Finn poured through, there was just something missing. He didn't have the same kind of instincts that someone like Lance had--and Lance was also a freshman.]
I'm not satisfied staying at that level just because I'm away from home.
[It's impossible for the dreamer to know when one dream bleeds into another. Cater's dream doesn't altogether change so much as it simply shifts. The sex worker from an anonymous brothel exists, now, in the twisted world of Leona's Sunset Savanna, Cater Diamond is cajoled from the safety of his establishment by a smooth talking hyena.
Maybe he knows that it's a bad idea. Hadn't he heard the rumors? People being brought before the King, never to be seen again? And the hyenas...they were always the ones that seemed to make sure of it, weren't they? But, maybe he doesn't care. Maybe what Cater has had so far isn't enough for him, anymore. Maybe if he doesn't come back from this, it's all for the better.
So, he's brought into the throne room--and, admittedly, it's a bit more intimidating than he had imagined. The setting, the amount of bodies all with their eyes on him, the blood dripping from jaws. He gulps, and maybe it's that remaining sliver of self-preservation-inspired hesitation that has the hyena who had him by the arm shoving him forward.
He staggers, but manages to keep himself on his feet, playing it off with a laugh as he runs a hand through his hair.]
Hey, now, no need to be like that. I walked here with ya on my own two feet, didn't I?
[Leona Kingscholar cuts a much more imposing figure than he could've imagined, but Cater smiles as if he has all the confidence in the world to be approaching a throne at a King's behest.]
Unless you're into the whole wilting damsel act. I can beg.
[so he can beg, huh? no, Leona's sure he will. but he's going to pull every plea out of this man claw by claw, bite by bite, and savor the taste of the effort. Cater giving it up so easily would take away from the flavor.]
How about you kneel, first?
[comes Leona's calm redirection. he wants to see how well and how quick this man takes orders. still reclined in his throne, tail flicking about in his intrigue but otherwise unmoving, Leona takes Cater in with eyes the light doesn't quite meet anymore. the hyenas around them watch him closely, looking up from their preoccupations, a few of them unable to hold back their little cackles.]
[Cater feels the hairs on the back of his neck raise, his heart beating just a little faster. He slides down to his knees without question--a smooth action, not the clumsy movement of someone trembling and afraid. Was he stupid, or just that numb? Cater wasn't really sure himself, anymore.
From his position on the floor, he slides his hands forward, sensual, halfway crawling the rest of the short way to Leona's doubtlessly expensive shoes.]
though the hyenas whoop and cheer over that, holding each other back from interfering with their boss's prize (for now), Leona's reaction is subtler, more muted. all the same, Cater's quick enough to catch the way Leona's smirk broadens, the way his eyes train on Cater's movements. he sits up enough so that he can instead lean forward, bracing his elbows against his knees, reaching down with one arm to cradle Cater's chin in his hand.]
Haven't found a reason to complain, yet.
[That's a new record! jeers one of the hyenas behind them, another smacking that one while the few around them start to laugh again. but though Leona takes a breath as though annoyed, he forces his attention to remain on Cater, as if the hyenas aren't even there.]
Are you hungry, herbivore?
[the land is parched, the air is dry. the savanna is starving. Leona's heart is starving. do any of them even know what it's like to be this kind of hungry? does Cater?]
[Something about the word herbivore tickles something in the back of his brain. He's not entirely sure what it is--or why the way that his face settles into Leona's hold feels like more than just part of the performance. Like a dog yielding to the hand of its master.
The Savanna is starving. Cater...hadn't he been doing everything he could to fill the emptiness inside of him with the people he had between his legs? He swallows, eyes going half-lidded as if the mere presence of the predator he was at the mercy of was dizzying.]
[Leona uses just a little pressure to turn Cater's head to one side and then the ohter, as though getting a better look at him. whatever he sees is still filtered through this haze of dream-fueled madness, though, and all Leona sees for now is someone he wants to devour.]
Then you're exactly where you want to be, aren't you?
After tonight, you'll never be hungry again.
[the laughter shared between the hyenas this time is a bit more sinister, and so is the smirk on Leona's face.]
[ Kalim decided to make some special chocolates-- and despite everything, they somehow seem to be of decent quality? he tried making a filling out of mangoes and condensed milk, and then covered them in chocolate.
[It will only be as long as it takes Trey to pack a thermal lunch bag with a fresh batch of black bean brownies and the time it takes to walk there. He's not avoiding leaving his apartment without an escort anymore, so he's by himself when he finds wherever Leona is.]
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Well, he hadn't hesitated, but he was still pretty nervous about it. The first time using his magical healing on someone who actively needed it from him. And even though he's come by more than once, now, Finn couldn't help that he still had that characteristic edge of anxiety when he arrives at Leona's apartment for their scheduled healing appointment.]
Hey! How's your jaw feeling? Any better or worse than last time?
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[Leona mumbles, to demonstrate. his words are smaller than usual, a bit sloppy, under-enunciated. but he's bothering to make more of an effort to speak at all, which means the tears in his mouth are stinging less and less.
his mood isn't terribly great what with the blot sickness and also being a general miserable bitch, but if anything Leona's content with the fact it doesn't seem he, and he hasn't heard that the others, are further spreading that blot by being treated.]
Still better'n'a firs'time.
['better', it seems, is defined by the fact he has a cup of hot coffee in his hands and is rather slowly drinking it as he saunters over to sit on the couch. he's missed his hot bean water, alright.]
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[Finn closes the door behind him as he follows Leona inside, glancing at the hot coffee--but if he has any kind of lecture he's thinking, he doesn't say it. If it sets Leona back at all...well, more practice for him in all of this healing.]
I won't make you have to talk too much to answer me. I'm sorry I'm not farther along in mastering this magic, as it is.
[He wishes he could just make Leona all better with a single wave of his wand. If not that much, at least condense these sessions into just a couple much more productive ones. As he sits down beside him and takes his wand out from a coat pocket, Finn sighs, tapping it against his leg idly.]
I can only imagine how frustrating it is to deal with this kind of injury--but if you're able to drink hotter liquids, the natural healing process must not be experiencing complications, either.
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in all likelihood, the coffee is only going to end up half-drunk, and then the still-half-full coffee cup will be left on a table.
and then Ruggie will have to clean it up, later.
he puts his coffee cup down on the little table next to him, though, rolling his eyes and taking instead the notebook next to it and scrawling quickly in impeccable (but easily legible) script;]
Weren't you a freshman?
[the schools might not work perfectly the same, but Leona's inferring from age.]
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Well, yes, but...I've been here for over a year now, so...even without anyone to teach me, I should've made more progress than this.
[If he had any level of natural talent, like his brother, he could get somewhere just teaching himself. But no matter how many books Finn poured through, there was just something missing. He didn't have the same kind of instincts that someone like Lance had--and Lance was also a freshman.]
I'm not satisfied staying at that level just because I'm away from home.
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[scrawls Leona. his pen is fast, but he doesn't make a single mistake. asshole.]
Healing magic isn't a simple task. A good healer can't be satisfied with the average.
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Maybe he knows that it's a bad idea. Hadn't he heard the rumors? People being brought before the King, never to be seen again? And the hyenas...they were always the ones that seemed to make sure of it, weren't they? But, maybe he doesn't care. Maybe what Cater has had so far isn't enough for him, anymore. Maybe if he doesn't come back from this, it's all for the better.
So, he's brought into the throne room--and, admittedly, it's a bit more intimidating than he had imagined. The setting, the amount of bodies all with their eyes on him, the blood dripping from jaws. He gulps, and maybe it's that remaining sliver of self-preservation-inspired hesitation that has the hyena who had him by the arm shoving him forward.
He staggers, but manages to keep himself on his feet, playing it off with a laugh as he runs a hand through his hair.]
Hey, now, no need to be like that. I walked here with ya on my own two feet, didn't I?
[Leona Kingscholar cuts a much more imposing figure than he could've imagined, but Cater smiles as if he has all the confidence in the world to be approaching a throne at a King's behest.]
Unless you're into the whole wilting damsel act. I can beg.
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How about you kneel, first?
[comes Leona's calm redirection. he wants to see how well and how quick this man takes orders. still reclined in his throne, tail flicking about in his intrigue but otherwise unmoving, Leona takes Cater in with eyes the light doesn't quite meet anymore. the hyenas around them watch him closely, looking up from their preoccupations, a few of them unable to hold back their little cackles.]
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From his position on the floor, he slides his hands forward, sensual, halfway crawling the rest of the short way to Leona's doubtlessly expensive shoes.]
I bet the view from up there must be real nice.
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though the hyenas whoop and cheer over that, holding each other back from interfering with their boss's prize (for now), Leona's reaction is subtler, more muted. all the same, Cater's quick enough to catch the way Leona's smirk broadens, the way his eyes train on Cater's movements. he sits up enough so that he can instead lean forward, bracing his elbows against his knees, reaching down with one arm to cradle Cater's chin in his hand.]
Haven't found a reason to complain, yet.
[That's a new record! jeers one of the hyenas behind them, another smacking that one while the few around them start to laugh again. but though Leona takes a breath as though annoyed, he forces his attention to remain on Cater, as if the hyenas aren't even there.]
Are you hungry, herbivore?
[the land is parched, the air is dry. the savanna is starving. Leona's heart is starving. do any of them even know what it's like to be this kind of hungry? does Cater?]
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The Savanna is starving. Cater...hadn't he been doing everything he could to fill the emptiness inside of him with the people he had between his legs? He swallows, eyes going half-lidded as if the mere presence of the predator he was at the mercy of was dizzying.]
Always. More and more every day.
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Then you're exactly where you want to be, aren't you?
After tonight, you'll never be hungry again.
[the laughter shared between the hyenas this time is a bit more sinister, and so is the smirk on Leona's face.]
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as you SHOULD
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valentines daaaayyy
enjoy, he's trying to spread the love. ]
text; un: clover
[He has a feeling if he were to ask Are you busy, he'd get a yes for the answer every time.]
un: hakunamatata
[this is absolutely an invitation to continue, even though it doesn't sound like it.]
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text; un: yuuyuu
un: hakunamatata
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[she can't even really argue because she knows he's right to have told vil that the overblot happened, she's just mad her injury got outed.]
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