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[krasnaya_smert]

[ When she speaks, it's in a rather neutral tone, perhaps leaning more towards monotone. ]

I can't seem to find our mutual friend.

[alotmorehorrible]

Apparently he's been redeemed. Praise the lord.

[His own tone is neutral, even if it feels like a punch to the gut right now.]

[krasnaya_smert]

[ She takes a moment to answer while she digests what was already known but now confirmed, wherein within the silence he'll hear the tiny mewl of a cat. ]

You up for company and booze?

[alotmorehorrible]

Well, I wouldn't say no.

The lobby bar or did you have somewhere else in mind?

Penance - Before Casino/Married Shenanigans: Text > Action

[universal_charm]

So any special requests for dinner or are you going to let me surprise you?

[alotmorehorrible]

Surprise me. I'm not picky.

What time do you want me there?

[universal_charm]

6:30 work for you? And you realize a surprise might end up being breakfast for dinner, right?

[alotmorehorrible]

Mate, trust me. My dinner usually ends up being something frozen and microwavable. I won't complain. On my way now.

[(Anonymous)]

Wake up, player. Omega is in your game. You may not believe us right now, but get ready. Omega aka Seth aka Desu aka your shiny new ‘Seto Kaiba’ player, won’t play nice for long. Get ready for the shit storm because it will happen. Sooner or later. Look at Fasti. Look at Erku. Look at Wankgate.

https://wankgate.dreamwidth.org/62377.html?thread=244501161#cmt244501161

a terrible weakness in my nature, in my blood | roses are red event

[middlefinger]

(wynonna has been avoiding butcher since she got rescued from hellburbia. that whole weird happy marriage shit fucked with her. she had never wanted that, never even let herself want something that wasn't meant for people like her, and then she ended up in a fucked up hell version where she went to work and tortured people every day.

besides, even if she got rescued, waverly didn't, so working with people to break barbas' spell had been top priority. she had offered what magic fueled peacemaker for the spell, and did some of the cuts herself. she got got caught in the blood rain. and then she went to the feast and even though she knew better and isn't really a wine girl, she indulged anyways because she needed something to take the edge off. by the time she runs into butcher as she was leaving her fangs had popper out, new claws had grown, and her chin was stained with blood. she felt insatiable. had this been how it was for doc? for klaus? she's not with it enough to ponder that. she instead smirks)

Don't you look to die for.

[alotmorehorrible]

[It's been... hell, being out of that fucked up suburbia. He'd been married before. He hadn't been against that sort of life with Becca. But she'd been a different case, someone who had made him better. Or fuck, maybe it's worse in a lot of ways. That's a mess of complications he doesn't want to get into, least of all with his other marriage in this place.

It's not that he was avoiding Wynonna necessarily. He'd been too wrapped up in his own shite to see that maybe he should have fucking checked in with her before now. Before she's sprouted fangs and claws and started looking at him like he was a steak.

Not in that good way either.]

Now, what the fuck happened to you, love? Don't remember bites looking quite so dangerous with you.

[middlefinger]

(well, she had been married in hell before, technically, but doc disappeared pretty quickly after that so she doesn't dwell too much on her time spent as one of his sister wives.

and beyond all that her focus has mostly been on trying to get her sister out of there once she was. waverly was always going to be her priority and she wasn't going to apologize for it. but right now? all she's thinking about is how hungry she feels and how good he looks.)

These? I've had them for a while. Don't usually try to use them but for some reason I am just starving tonight.

[alotmorehorrible]

[Yeah, well. He's probably fucking delicious, but now she's got him a bit on edge. He narrows his eyes briefly before shrugging towards the dining hall.]

Hear they've got some feasts going, love. Maybe you should check'em out.

Post Slicey-Times

[laserbaby]

[It's late in the afternoon by the time he lands in the back yard, and with the adrenaline and defiance snuffed out, he's just tired and stinging all over. None of the cuts are all that deep, but they all add up to a constant, inescapable irritation.

He leaves the blood-stained paper detailing his sins on the dining table, not bothering to stash it away. Maybe it's better if Billy sees it. He's fucking tired of hiding who he is.

Princess sniffs and whines after him as he shuts himself in the bathroom and starts to strip off. It's trickier than usual with the cut in his hand and the shirt clinging to his skin, more red than white.]

[alotmorehorrible]

[It's the lack of cooing at Princess that gets him to poke his head out of the kitchen. Doesn't take him much longer to find the blood soaked contract, read over the list of sins--

It isn't as if Billy could be surprised by any of them. He knows Homelander's sins well enough by now. Some may be-- surprising, the way they're phrased. Or at least they're not expected exactly. The paper is clutched in his hand before he heads up to the bathroom, not really-- caring that he's basically inviting himself in.

He does at least shoo away Princess so she won't keep stressing herself out at the door and can go find Terror for some company.]

Alright, what's the damage--

[He trails off, pausing.]

Fucking hell. Good thing I just restocked the first aid kit.

[laserbaby]

[Homelander's more or less counting on Billy to invite himself in. He doesn't actually want to deal with this mess alone -- or to be alone with a bunch of useless thoughts gnawing away at him -- but asking for help isn't in his skillset.

He shoots Billy a rueful look. He's managed to peel the shirt off, at least.]

It's just a bunch of scratches. Nothing serious.

[Which is both true and... not entirely true.]

[alotmorehorrible]

Alright, tough guy. Still gotta be taken care of. Finish getting all that off.

[He takes a moment to gather up the gauze and the bandages and antiseptic before he nods for him to get comfortable. This might be a little bit.]

What happened?

[He's got an idea, but-- he wants to hear it from Homelander.

Besides, maybe it'll distract him when that alcohol soaked cotton ball starts dabbing at those wee scratches.]

Reach Up High; Pride

[laserbaby]

[It's one of those mornings. Homelander hasn't gotten dressed yet aside from his briefs, hasn't gotten any breakfast or even taken a fucking shower, and there he is, grabbed by a pair of oversized, overpowered goons and strapped to a brand new wheel of torture.

Charming.

He growls, his jaw threatening to unhinge as he thrashes against the bonds, trying to break the wheel and getting absolutely. Fucking. Nowhere.]

Fuck!

[alotmorehorrible]

Can't you cunts let a man have breakfast in peace?

[For fuck's sake, he hasn't even even been awake long enough to scrub the sleep out of his eyes properly. He, at least, did get the courtesy of getting dressed properly before he's shoved in the latest torture room.

He scrubs at his eye absently as he stumbles in and--

Ah.]

Well, hello, lad.

[Hopefully they don't end up sewn together again, but eyeballing that whip... he thinks not.]

Hn.

[laserbaby]

Billy.

[There's relief in his voice. At least it's not a stranger he's stuck with, but somebody he trusts.

Still, the circumstances aren't ideal.

Lucifer's voice drones on about how the proud shall be humbled and broken and brought low and... well, all of that crap. Homelander's heard his share of lectures and sermons. He's never bought that pride is a sin, and not something to aspire to.

It's all a fucking game.]

Think they'll let me nap through this?

[alotmorehorrible]

[Oh, he picks up on that note of relief. He's not sure how long it'll last once he picks up the barbed whip. It's going to tear him apart--

Then again, that seems to be dear old Lucifer's point, eh?]

Well, you're certainly welcome to try, mate. [There's a little irritation at this entire set up, being shoved into it by another, told what to do and how to do it. Sure, it may be a bit of petty revenge for his own welcome to Hell, but-- this Homelander hardly remembers that, so it falls a wee bit flat.

If he were to string Homelander up and whip him, he'd have just rather it be done of his own accord, that's all.

He shifts his weight a bit, looking Homelander over.]

Broken upon the wheel, eh? Looks like I'll be cleaning you up again later.

Club Penance Adventures

[laserbaby]

[This... may have been a mistake.

He was just bored, and curious, and maybe feeling a little defiant, wanting to explore one of the few places he was instructed to avoid -- because if there's no Vought here, then there's no reason for him to be taking orders, right? Not from anyone. Even Billy.

But maybe he should have listened, because right now, he feels like he's drowning, having breathed in too much of that thickly perfumed drug they've pumped into the air. His skin is burning hot, his shirt open, red lipstick and claw marks painting his chest, a beautiful woman that smells older than she looks pressed up against him. He's painfully hard, not enough oxygen supplied to his brain as he struggles to form a thought in the warm noodle soup his mind has turned to.]

W-wait--please, I--

[Her tongue swirls around his nipple, and he squirms and moans, head thumping back against the wall, eyes fluttering shut. Fuck.]

I--I should, uh... I think I need to... go home...

[His barely lucid stammering doesn't seem to convince her of anything -- it doesn't even convince him. He could just push her off, fly the hell away from here and take care of the emergency situation in his pants himself, but he can't seem to gather the will to move except to grind helplessly against her, his lower lip trembling as he tries to hold back a whimper.

No luck there.]

[alotmorehorrible]

[Of all the bloody ways to rebel, Homelander had to choose the one that seems to irritate Butcher the most. He'd told him to steer clear of this place, yeah? You go there to get high, to fuck. It's not like the hotel bar. There's very little else to do once you're wrapped in sweet perfume, drugged treats, and free flowing drink... and all the pretty little birds roaming around, eager for a ride, or to direct you to where you can get one.

Maybe it's a wee bit hypocritical. Butcher's snuck off there a time or two. But it's different.

He can fucking well handle himself, and Homelander can barely resist cumming in his own pants when Butcher's got him under him in bed.

Lucky Butcher's here to save his arse before he gets made a pretty little meal by the lass on in the middle of devouring him, yeah?]

There you are, love... [He drawls out as he reaches out for the succubus, giving her a tug to try to get her moving. Hopefully she doesn't put up a fuss because Butcher's never that far from itching for a fight, is he?]

Couldn't even give us a call you'd be late, eh?

[laserbaby]

[Billy's voice is like a bucket of cold water snapping him back to reality. He straightens like a panicked arrow, head whipping over to Billy, eyes and mouth wide.]

B-Billy, I, uh--it's not--

[Whatever lame excuse he tries to conjure up from thin air is extinguished when the succubus, unmoved by Billy's interference, clamps down on him, soft lips exposing sharp teeth.

He gives an undignified squeak as those needles sink into his skin, though his dick somehow manages to mistake the pain for something else entirely.]

[alotmorehorrible]

It's not what-- you're not trying to fuck some cunt in a sex club?

[Speaking of-- he'd been trying to be nice. But it never takes much to piss Butcher off on a good day, does it? When she bites down, his hand is tangling into her hair and giving a rough pull.]

Oi, I said get off!