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Remus J Lupin ([personal profile] theshabbiestofmen) wrote in [community profile] ataraxion2012-11-05 10:43 pm

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[The camera clicks on to a low-lit room. It's difficult to see anything, but there's something moving in the darkness--

--a face. A wolf's face turned to the side, its jaws bloody and eye narrowed, teeth stretched into sharp, curved fangs. It stares at the camera for a few seconds, sizing it up, before turning. But the other half of the face isn't a wolf; rather, it's a mangled, gory mess. A young face appears on the screen, meshed horribly with the wolf on the other side-- and it's Remus' face, but one could only tell that if one knew him well, as his face is horribly torn up. Torn skin and exposed muscles make up the majority of his face, while blood pours from scratches on his forehead. His teeth are exposed through a hole in his cheek, but that's barely visible, as dripping yellow fat mixing with crimson blood are constantly slipping down his cheek. It's a horrible sight, made all the worse by Remus' sudden low laugh.

--because it's the mask, of course, and he proves that by removing it after a few seconds.]


Enjoy the show?

[There's a noticeable edge in his voice and smile, something colder and crueler than before.]

I think I quite like this new development. It's certainly far more interesting than simply another Jump, don't you agree? And far less deadly-- which reminds me, there's new people here, aren't there? I do hope that's not your first inkling that things on here aren't quite so lovely as they seem; that would be a rather poor welcome.

[He glances down, considering the mask for a few more seconds, before glancing at the camera again.]

You know, I'm always surprised at how kind everyone is here. Aren't you? How welcoming they are to the supernatural creatures. The vampires and the werewolves, the poor castaway souls that have found sanctuary here-- but you know, I don't know if that's so wise. It works out for me, of course, but don't you ever wonder what might happen if one of us snapped?

[He grins fiercely.]

Think about it. Once a month, all that separates me from a potential meal-- that is to say, you (and please don't say that you could defend yourself from me, because I can promise you, you couldn't, not from me when I'm on the hunt)-- is a simple door and a dog. Just a few inches of steel, and I'm sure soon enough the werewolf will figure out how to get out of that.

As for the vampires-- well. I don't think it would be very hard for a vampire to snap, would it? At least with me, you only have to worry once a month. A terrifying once a month, to be certain, and I could most definitely hurt you if I was so inclined now-- but in the end, I have control over myself twenty-eight days of the month. A vampire, now-- well. He could snap at any moment. His cravings are a constant hunger. Imagine, if you would, starving. Having hunger claw at your stomach, making you dizzy, making you delirious-- and then being presented a delicious meal and being told you weren't allowed to have any. Imagine having to deal with that at every hour, every minute, every second of every day--

Really, it's a wonder the poor things haven't snapped by now, isn't it?

[He slips his hand up, his finger playing carelessly at his dogtooth.]

Of course, being a creature of darkness also has its benefits. Strength, hearing, sight, smell-- they all get better. You become something better than a human, something bigger and cleverer and far more interesting. I have to say, I'm a bit surprised no one has asked for the bite yet.

But then perhaps you're all frightened.

[He shrugs and glances down at the mask again. After a moment he slips it back on and turns so the wolf side is facing the Network.]

I suppose you should be.
darkholme: (O H R E A L L Y.)

[personal profile] darkholme 2012-11-09 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ yes, yes, yes, yes, yes-

but

no, no, no this isn't right i should figure out what's going on and make sure this is really actually Remus and-
]

Well, since you're so eager- [ so much for that. she's even going to tug at the hand that's pressed against the wall, as if testing his grip, while the other's still just playing in his hair, pushing it back off his face before she's pulling him back in to kiss him again ]
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[personal profile] darkholme 2012-11-12 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ it's a little difficult to slide her hand back between them so she can tug the zip down on his jumpsuit, but she does. just a little bit, just enough so her fingers can slide against his skin, tuck underneath the fabric and hold onto the side of his neck. she's skin hungry, trying to get a better grip, especially once her kisses move away from his mouth, start to press along his jaw, down his neck until she's left sucking and biting right over his pulse point, the pound of his heart against her tongue. it's- it's personal, and this now is intimate, but she's too into it to worry about the consequences. she whines and bites him again when she tries to move her hand away from the wall one more time, his grip likely tight enough to bruise anyone else but her. she can take it. ]
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[personal profile] darkholme 2012-11-12 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ she's trying not to leave marks, not lasting ones anyway - teeth pressing just hard enough to sting before she backs off and kisses the spot. she can feel his skin start to bruise though, the telling way it heats under her tongue, and she backs off a little bit. not just that, his hold on her is starting to get a lot stronger than she would have expected from him and she's starting to realize she shouldn't push it too fast. that grip... half impressive, half distracting. she tries to slow down a little bit then, her fingers rubbing the back of his neck, soft kisses near his ear, trying to coax him into tipping his head down again so she can whisper. ]

Easy. [ she sounds too breathless, impossibly turned on by his strength, but- ] Can't lose control. [ like he's just supposed to read her mind there. oops. and she's not just talking about him. ]
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[personal profile] darkholme 2012-11-12 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ her eyes shut almost instantly, and she's not turning to mush, she's not melting, but she likes the harshness of this, the rough scrape of his teeth on her skin. she tips her head back against the wall behind her, her free hand moving to his side just to grip at his jumpsuit, like she needs something to hold onto. ] --harder. [ tiny bit tentative, quiet, because she's not sure what she can stand, she doesn't know. she's never- she hasn't ever done this while she was in her true form, not ever. it feels different. it feels perfect. ]
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[personal profile] darkholme 2012-11-12 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ she's good for a while, really good. her jaw clenches tight, tongue pressed against the back of her teeth, like this is some test of will, see how much she can stand in order to feel that rush. when she whimpers it's because he's biting her and staying there, and when she moves it's not to push him away, but to hook her leg around his hip, direct the friction where it counts. it makes her feel dizzy, too hot, but it's better than telling him to let up, go easier on her, because she doesn't want that at all. ]

You like that. Biting. [ it's not a question, just an observation. one she never would have guessed she'd make about Remus, of anyone. not that she puts a ton of thought into these things, not with everyone she spends time with here, but it's surprising for some reason. her body rocks up against his again, and yeah, it's really not a question. she can feel the evidence pressed against the front of his pants. ] I do too.
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[personal profile] darkholme 2012-11-15 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Raven grins brightly up at the ceiling, tries not to let herself feel embarrassed or anything at all besides really turned on. she's not sure she'd usually like having to ask for things like this, but maybe since it's Remus, since it's unexpected, she's kind of really into it. she's starting to move against hm at a staggered rhythm, starts to wish there weren't any layers between them. ]

I want you to bite me, Remus. [ though that's not really asking, is it ] Please, please bite me. [ she's grinning again, though now it's in anticipation, the thought of giving back what he gives her. just a matter of waiting it out, timing it right, so she can turn them over, or- something. she'll do something! mostly she just wants to feel his teeth on her skin again ]
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[personal profile] darkholme 2012-11-15 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she doesn't put it together while it's happening, not really. Remus putting the mask back on makes her brow furrow tight - why would he need that now? - but she's not expecting it to be different, not- it wasn't supposed to- this wasn't what she meant. she scrambles as soon as he bites her, trying to back away despite the wall being right behind her, trying to tug her arm down, but his grip is too tight. she feels skin break under the lock of his jaw and she doesn't really understand what it means, she just does't, all she feels is the pain and- ] Remus, stop! [ the more she tugs at her arm, the more it hurts, the more she can feel his teeth ( fangs? ) tearing at her arm. she tries to think of a defense against this, but it's not as if she's ever trained in how to escape from being bitten by a- what? werewolf? is that what the mask was doing to him? oh god. ] Stop, stop, stop! [ so she keeps her arm still, instead of fighting or squirming, she tries to get to his mask with her free hand, reaching up to try and dig her fingers under the back of it so she can pull it off his face. but it's not- it just doesn't slide off, like a mask should, not like it did before. so she slides her fingers back into his hair and yanks as hard as she can, hoping maybe he'll let up on her arm long enough to get away. or at the very least, out from between the wall and his body. ]
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[personal profile] darkholme 2012-11-16 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ it takes her a second to slip away from the wall, but eventually she does, just to put some space between them. she takes one look at her forearm then hides it behind her back, squeezes her eyes shut. she's not crying, but it feels like she should be. maybe she's too freaked out to focus enough on her fear just yet. ]

This isn't what I wanted. [ it has to be her fault somehow, she's caught wondering where she got lost in translation, where bite me held more meaning than just teeth scraping skin in a pleasurable way. he must have said it, there must have been some sign. she just can't remember. she's still too scattered, she can still feel his mouth on hers. but now when she looks up at him, all she can focus on is his teeth covered in her blood. ] Remus. [ waaah panic. she's not running for the door, she's just standing there, trying to make sense of this. ] What did you just do? Why- Why did you need your mask? What did you do? [ she can feel her blood slipping down her hand and she's forced to lift it towards her shoulder, so she turns her body, tries to keep it out of sight ]
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[personal profile] darkholme 2012-11-16 06:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ the bite. oh, god. ]

Is that what this is? That's what- [ okay now she's really panicking. gasping for breath, again, like she should be crying but it's just not happening yet. ] I never meant that you could turn me, I said I would try, try and shift to- This isn't what I meant! [ she can already feel her body starting to react. it's like.. when she drank alcohol for the fist time, her body tried to right itself, tried to purge whatever foreign substance was being put into her body. ] What's going to happen? How does it work? Is that- [ her foot steps out when she feels her body start to rock, shuts her eyes again ] I think I need to sit down.
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[personal profile] darkholme 2012-11-16 06:51 am (UTC)(link)
It'll heal. [ she can feel it already starting to, at least. kind of. the bleeding will stop on its own faster than a normal human's might, but the bite itself will probably be there for a while. still, the idea of going to medical and trying to explain- no. no. ] It's- It's okay, it's fine. [ probably. maybe. she has no idea how her mutation will react to that sort of thing. she has no idea. her heel slips when she steps back onto the blood that's dripped on the floor, but she manages to catch herself. ] I'm gonna go. I should go. [ she's looking at him again, trying to just focus on his face, not the mask, not what just bit her. ] We- I shouldn't have asked you to bite me, I dunno what I was thinking. I just got kinda caught up in the- [ handwavewavewave let's maybe not say it out loud just yet ] Don't worry, okay? Just don't tell anyone about this, not until we know for sure. [ what? if she's a werewolf now? a mutant, shapeshifting werewolf? jesus. her hand moves to try and find the panel to open the door, but she can't seem to look away from him now even just long enough to make sure she's hitting the right part of the wall. she's scared. ]
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[personal profile] darkholme 2012-11-16 07:14 am (UTC)(link)
Good. [ weirdly, she feels bad. she's more freaked out than guilty though, and she knows as long as he's wearing that mask, any apology she gives him isn't going to mean anything. he's not himself, he's really not. now she sees it as clear as day and she feels terrible for not doing something about it.

she hears the door slide open behind her, and she steps back into the hallway, finally bringing her wrist back in front of her so she can wrap up one of her sleeves around it. which stings like hell, but she's not walking around the ship with a bite mark on her arm.
] Just- [ and before she goes; ] Take off the mask, Remus. Please. You don't need that thing for people to see who you really are. You don't. [ becAUSE IT MAKES YOU CRAZY ] I'll see you later. [ maybe. depending on how this whole bite thing pans out for her. and with that, she backs out of his room and heads for the lift. ]