asgardeventide | First Curse; Video

[He blinks a bit at the horns, tail, and smell. He can only come to one obvious conclusion...]

Ooh, a cosplayer! It's so nice to meet one up close!

[... dammit ritsu.]

I'll go get a chair to sit in. Would that make things easier?

[The 'cosplayer' comment just makes her twitch.]

It's like I'm in Pasadena all over again.

[she walks straight towards him after slamming the door and gives Ritsu a rough shove before trying to sit down on top of his chest. She wraps the handkerchief up again and holds it out.]

A chair would make this even more awkward. I don't like touching people, but you're not going to stop it with all of 'this' if I don't do this. I just know it. You'll be screeching in apology for making me remember Pasadena, and that's the last thing I need.

Open wide.

[Suddenly, as he's touched, everything changes - he screeches and tries to get her to back off.]

No! No! Wait, don't touch -

[Then he goes absolutely still. Waiting. But nothing happens. He stares, and then looks at his hands, slowly, from one to the other. Where's the curse...?]

... I'm... I'm still...?

[Her hand whips back as he reacts like that. That surprises her and she rolls off of him, looking at him askance and grunting.]

I'm not going to do anything to you, Ritsu... other than shut you up so I can get some things across without you interrupting me. Trust me. Affection is the last thing I want from anyone right now.

You're still what? A self-loathing blonde that screams like a canary at the mirror? Yes, yes you are.

[He doesn't seem to hear her right away. He sits up, touching his chest, touching his hair... he's human. He's still human. But... that shouldn't be! How is this even possible?]

It's... It's...

[Only then does he remember he's not alone. Pale, he looks at her, his voice a little weaker.]

Oh... right... I'm... sorry for startling you...

[But it's not full of the teary enthusiasm as he showed before. Something momentous has happened and you just happened to be there.]

[She sighed and reached up to rub her forehead. This one was a handful, and she wasn't sure if he wasn't just completely insane. It didn't help that it felt like the house she was in was glaring at her a little.]

Stop apologizing. I really will gag you. You realize that, don't you?

[He'd love to tell you, but family secret and all. But is it still a secret when the curse is gone? It's making him dizzy.]

Yes, yes, I...

[He swallows, and sits properly on his knees, trying to calm down.]

I would apologize for my behavior if that was allowed.

[She shrugs.]

Apologizing is pretty much the main thing you've been doing, Ritsu. It's so loud I'm sort of assuming someone beat you over this crap often, or you just got used to being really loud about your apologies. It's fine, just... try to calm down. It makes it really hard to talk right now, you know?

I didn't mean to imply my family was abusive! It's the opposite - my family is wonderful. They're the ones who are abused by my horrid nature.

[Despite the overwhelming shock of his curse... he's still ritsu, so.]

[Of course. This was all some sort of internal complex or something, or they were just lying through their teeth. Both were legitimate options, and Samantha had neither the time nor inclination to check.]

Let's... get back to something you said earlier. I'm not a cosplayer, and this isn't a costume. I'm a half demon, Ritsu. Half succubus to be precise, if you know the term. So when I talk about being born on the sin-side of things, I mean it quite literally.

Please don't tug the tail to prove it's in there. It gets annoyed at that.

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Eeeeeeeeh?!

THEN I REALLY AM IN HELL?! ARE YOU HERE TO STAB ME WITH PITCHFORKS AND CAST ME INTO THE FIRES OF ETERNAL DAMNATION?!

[In a split second, that shouting caused Samantha to lash out in irritation. She barely understood that she'd done it until she'd done it. One of her hands hand reached towards Ritsu, partially covering the air between them. Those fingers closed, like a puppeteer clenching down to grip the strings of its marrionette and yanking backwards. The goal was to bring the young Sohma to a complete stop and silence the shouting.]

SHUT UP! Damnit! Open your mouth!

[She looked like she had realized what was happening and she was getting green, like she might throw up at any time. She had never intentionally used the power while not demonic on another soul, and the reaction, which was so automatic she hadn't thought about it, made her feel sick to her stomach.

God, she was a monster, but at the moment she still wanted Ritsu to not talk.]

[And suddenly he finds he can't move. Well, not of his own volition. His mouth opens, but his eyes give away his real intentions. He's frightened, and very confused, but he's not strong or confident enough to fight against what's happening. No doubt he'd be asking a million questions if he was allowed to, but for the moment, he's finally silent and utterly befuddled.]

[Her fingers part, the invisible strings connecting them wrenching his lips open. She spreads her hands and puts them behind her back, wrestling with his struggling body to force his arms to do the same. Making a tying motion with her fingers, she tries to hold him in this position before reaching forward to slip the cloth gag into his mouth and tie it tightly in place. She yanks his sheet off of his bed and begins doing the same to wrestle his arms into a tied position behind his back.

When she speaks, it is through strained teeth, eyes half closed and her voice obviously upset. It's taking a lot of energy to keep this up, especially with his struggling.]

You're going to hold still, because I can't believe I'm doing this to you. When I'm done, don't try to untie yourself... I will ask you yes or no questions as I explain things. Do you understand me?

[He could feel the control over his neck slacken for a second, allowing him to nod or shake his head.]

[His struggling begins to slow down to a halt. Well, if she's a demon, and he's in hell, then she's only doing her job, right? He has no right to hold it against her. And despite everything she's said and done, Ritsu still thinks she's very kind. So he slowly nods, not giving any more resistance.]

[For a moment, a very dangerous moment, she feels it all slacken. It's so easy to control right then. She can almost feel the world through his eyes, see what he sees, feel the sensations of the bindings she's tied in place around his arms. She gives a twitch of a finger and she can feel her forcing his chin up and back.

She still has stamina... she could abuse the situation so much.]

[And, just like that, the power faded and she was gasping, crawling back onto his bed, away from him. Her arms curled around her legs and she could feel herself shuddering, like there was a slick of oil on her skin. It was crawling, an ugly feeling.]

Don't... move for a second. I'll talk in a minute... need to calm down, Ritsu.

[Oh my goodness, what's wrong with the poor dear? He tries not to move, but the emotion in his eyes is all concern. He's very worried about her, and wants to help her, but can't do anything about it. He never would have guessed the danger he was in. He's not a bright soul, but he is a kind one, and he's genuinely concerned about her, and he watches her with great worry.]

[He's left there for almost a full minute, watching her curled up like a little ball. Her breathing starts out highly animated, and gradually begins to fade while she keeps her eyes closed. Eventually, they flutter open and she starts to unfurl her body. It's a slow, languid motion, her tail flopping on the bed a bit like a cat.]

Ok, where were we... [She's plowing on to get her head out of the state it had been in earlier. It is helping a little, though as much as she's disgusted with that part of her, the temptation lingers. It would be so easy...]

I'm a half demon. That means my mother was human, and I was born on earth. Since you associated a succubus with hell, I assume you're from an earth at least similar to mine. I've been to hell, a few times, but never by choice. You're not actually in hell. You're in a place called Asgard, and we were both abducted here.

Nod if you understand me.

[He nods, but then there's a bit of a strain - he's trying to tilt his head, since he can't really ask "Are you okay?" with his mouth, he has to make due with what little body motion he is allowed.]

[The second motion gets a raised eyebrow, but no other comment. She's not going to tell him much right now about how close she'd been to losing control. She looks slightly less green at the least.]

You were brought here, to another world, by a group of nine creatures called Asgardians. Every house has the name of one of them. Sigyn chose you, probably because of the sorts of sympathetic looks you're trying to give me right now. It suits the Sigyn types I've seen before.

You're not in hell, and you're not being punished for some sin. You're here because you're an emotional ball of loudness that will interact with other people very easily. And, I have a bad feeling you and I are going to end up talking more, just because of your apologetic nature.

First. Do you understand what I've said? Second, would you say you're probably going to end up wanting to 'help' me again and apologize for what you think you've done wrong today again in the future, regardless of what I say or warn you of?

[There's a bit of a pause as he allows all this information to sink in.

For the first question, there's a nod.

He allows a pause, and then nods again, meaning the second question. He can't help himself, honestly.]

Yeah... that's about what I thought you'd answer to that question. We need to set some ground rules so that you understand what you're dealing with. I'm not taking the gag off until I'm done and you understand. Your screaming only makes this harder to explain.

I'm half demon, which means I'm a creature born of sin and vice. Demons live pretty much all their lives to perform sinful, depraved acts, but they completely control their natures, just like people mostly do. They do whatever they want, however they want. Half-demons? We're bastard stepchildren, and there's usually something really wrong with us, physically or mentally.

I got mental.

If I get too turned on at the wrong time, or just every once in a long time, I lose control. Think of it like a werewolf, only I turn into a depraved, psychotic, murderous witch with all the worst habits of a succubus.

Does that make sense so far? If not, I'll untie you just long enough to let you ask a question and then in the gag goes again.

[... Okay so his fear returned a bit. He swallows hard, but, still, for a depraved, psychotic, murderous witch, she's still treating him nicer than some of his family members do on a daily basis. So while he is afraid, it's not as bad as before.

He nods again.]

Good. To avoid problems, Ritsu, here's the rules. You're not allowed to flirt with me, or try to get me romantically interested. I'm finding this to be less of a problem here than at home, but maybe that's because they toned down some of the things about me.

[The pheromones were there as she leaned forward to look at him carefully, underneath the faint hint of sulfur. They could tantalize ever so slightly if one was susceptible to that sort of thing. After all, it made a predator's hunting easier.]

If I start flirting with you, or if I look really friendly and ... playful without being rough around the edges, get away from me. Don't ask questions unless I'm really really drunk. Just be somewhere else. I'd prefer not to have hurt you in the middle of a fit.

Do you think that you can do that?

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