⛤ DUPLICITY ⛤ IC INBOX ⛤ UN: SHADOWHAND ⛤

[dunemantic]

 
 
 
 
 





[ this is the ic inbox for Essek Thelyss @ Duplicity ]

⛤ art by schnetzle

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un; tsygan

[beshenaya]

Yo pointy. You got laid yet or what?

[dunemantic]

[ Oh he is for sure ignoring this message. ]

[beshenaya]

Gonna take that as a no

[beshenaya]

What's your type? I'll help you out. You like a big rack? Meaty hips?

[beshenaya]

Or do you prefer men?

[beshenaya]

I bet you prefer men. You'd look cute on your knees.

[beshenaya]

It's okay to be shy. Do you blush? Bet that's adorable.

[ For fuck's sake Cain, you are unbearable sometimes. ]

[dunemantic]

[ Good Lord. ]

Have you finished?

mail mixup~

[brushoff]

[ Near the middle/end of Feburary, Essek gets a package in the mail. When he opens it, it's a care package of bondage 101: a pair of handcuffs, some silk rope, a blindfold, and a bottle of lube. Inside, there's a note. ]

I'm sure you've got plenty of these already, but I want to make certain our next time is special.
Sincerely yours, Dorian Gray.

[dunemantic]

[ As this is the first of the packages that arrives at Essek's door, he doesn't approach it too suspiciously. He almost wishes that he had. Even with his limited experience he's no idiot; he can put the pieces together. He stares at the note as he reads it as if the note itself had offended him.

He picks up each item one by one, the frown setting deeper on his lips.

Eventually, he picks up his device to send Dorian a message. ]

I received your package. I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume that it's not wildly inappropriate where you're from to send someone something like this. I also am not so naive as to think that you won't do it again, no matter what I say.

And if you're going to spend money on manacles, you should invest in stronger ones than these.

[brushoff]

[ hol' up a minute ]

Thelyss? I didn't send you any package.

a package from Magnus Bane, delivered by Cordispondance

[high_warlock]

Thought you might like these. For something special. Come by sometime. - Magnus Bane

[ Instead of the nice, polite gift of several artfully engraved potion vials and unicorn horn shavings, there's an artfully designed vibrating cock ring and an assortment of pictures of Magnus in various... states of arousal and engaged in activities. Four in all. ]

[dunemantic]

[ This isn't the first gift by now, and he assumes it won't be the last, but at least he recognizes the sender this time. He reads the note first and hopes genuinely that this is actually intended for him, and isn't obscene.

As to the former he has no idea. As to the latter he could not be more wrong.

The pictures were...a bit much to say the least. The moment that he was able to pull his eyes away from the first one (stuck on out of sheer surprise, frankly), he checked the others very quickly before putting them back into the box. He tried to distract himself from the heat in his face with the other part of the "gift"...until he figured out what it was.

He closed the whole thing quickly, mending the seal, and stared off into the distance to regain any sense of composure that he had left in him. ]

[ OOC: Will also reply to your open event post, so no need to reply to this. He'll bring it back in person. ]

package misfire

[deadthing]

[This was supposed to be a present for Jester, but it's been delivered to Essek by mistake. Inside the shiny wrapping is an assortment of chocolates with pretty designs. No two are alike.

The accompanying note reads:
One of every flavor. Tell me which one's the best!
-Noah]

[dunemantic]

[ At this point, this isn't the first gift sent to him by mistake, and he assumes it won't be the last. He reads the note, and the name, and sends a message to the sender on his device. ]

I'm afraid your package was sent to me by mistake. I can either return it to you or deliver it to whom it is intended.

[deadthing]

What was in it?

[Noah has received some odd packages himself (as well as had at least one delivered in his name that he never would have sent), so... he's a little nervous about the answer.]

un: dgray

[brushoff]

[ Normally Dorian would be all 'blah blah blah, I never apologize for my actions!!!' but even he realizes that he's kind of got to super apologize for being a massive creep like that. plus, there is no way that he's on good terms with Essek at the moment and he kind of wants to remedy it.

urrrrrrrgh this SUCKS. ]

I doubt you'll think this is sincere but I'm sorry for my behavior when we last met. I still don't know what the cause of it was, but something happened to me that made me behave entirely unlike myself.

[ or, well, mostly unlike himself. ]

[dunemantic]

[ Not on good terms would be putting it lightly. When his device notifies him of the message Essek ignores it, because he's fully engaged in his notes. It isn't until he finally stands after a few hours to get himself a cup of tea that he notices it--and seriously considers ignoring it entirely.

He does read it though, because he's curious. ]

You're right, I don't think this is a sincere apology. But I do acknowledge that you may have been under some sort of influence. That does seem to be this place's standard method of operation.

[brushoff]

[ Oh hey, he got a text back, that is literally more than what Dorian was expecting. ]

I didn't even realize I was under some influence until it broke. It was honestly a little insidious.

post-snowpacalypse / an interlude.

[casted]

[ caleb has been at this for a good amount of time since his arrival. despite not being able to stay at essek's apartment in the up just yet, he's been fairly steadfast about working to complete his small project for him. a sort of... symbol of thanks, really. in caleb's mind it is not exactly a small feat, but it isn't too enormous either.

he's been longing to get back to work, something to take his mind off of the collar around his throat that he has grown somewhat used to already. how fun.

he knocks softly at the door to essek's study, fingers paled with chalk and the air vibrant with the faintest hints of transmutational residue. he pokes his head in just a bit where the door is just slightly cracked. ]

Are you busy?

[dunemantic]

[ The door opens when Caleb knocks. Essek is sitting at his desk, pouring through papers of his own writing. ]

Not particularly.

[ Still he looks through the papers, but then he looks up at Caleb with a smile. ]

Is something wrong?

[casted]

[ oh. a smile. he returns it, an awkward tug at the corners of his lips that makes him want to wipe it away like an errant piece of food. it's uncomfortable... but not in a bad way. just... in a vomit the butteflies in your stomach way. ah. still gross. essek calling him attractive must have been a delirious dream from the near-hypothermia. ]

The opposite... I have something to show you. Would you join me in the sitting room?

un: dgray

[brushoff]

[ who's ready for TOO MUCH INFORMATION and also Dorian just...blatantly not giving a shit about Essek's rules ]

Hypothetically, if I hosted an orgy, would you want the names of every possible person in said orgy? Because I've got this lovely new house that's perfect for orgies and let's be real, we both know it's going to happen at some point.
Oh and I fucked one of the customers but it was a community service thing. Didn't get her name, but I called her Red Shoes because of her red shoes.
And I fucked Constance Blackwood. But again, community service thing.

[dunemantic]

[ SIGH. ]

I don't care whether you host it or not but you can't participate. With those two people, you've used two of your monthly quota.

Are you sure you can make it through the month, Dorian? You can always back out now.

[brushoff]

Orgies count as one for quota.

[ this is a goddamn lie and Dorian just bullshitting to see if Essek calls him out on it. ]

Anyway, I honestly don't think community service should count. Given the choice, I wouldn't have fucked those two. [ this is another goddamn lie. ] It's just the whims of the city and the rules of that damn maid cafe.