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thestarishere) wrote2012-09-13 10:54 am
thestarishere) wrote2012-09-13 10:54 am
{009} Baby you light up my world like nobody else
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[A/N: Below can be found insight into what Ladd and Lua get up to when nobody else is around. Enter at your own risk; your muses might be traumatized even if you aren't.
TW: romanticized death, vague not-actual-smut, unhealthy relationships in general...also Ladd. And Ladd/Lua. Which are really warnings in their own right.]
[When the feed clicks on, it seems to be picking up on something already in-progress. No visual, the screen's dark with only fingers of light creeping through that don't give much explanation towards what the network's privy to, but it becomes clear enough in a moment with the sounds of fabric on fabric and the movement of at least one body obscured by the communicator's placement, accompanied by mingled breathing, quick, shallow, one set free of any attempt to minimize the sound, the other quieter, more subdued though no less strained. It’s interrupted more often than not with less dry sounds until the heavier breather breaks off for a moment, and a more recognizable voice, if hushed (for the speaker, anyway), breaks through.]
One word, baby, that's all I need. Just say the word.
[The other one breathes more deeply for a moment, her answer almost inaudible. Probably everyone knows this high, nervous voice by now, if they haven’t heard it quite like this.]
Not like that. I love you too much.
[More fabric rustling, Lua murmuring encouragements without any real words behind them, more wet sounds before Ladd’s again overcome with the need to speak.]
I could do it right now, just like this. Slowly, tenderly, gently...
[A high sound, something like “no” even if the word isn’t said, but it doesn’t stop him for long.]
You'd barely even feel it, Lua, it would be so perfect. Just say it and I'll give you everything. Everything you ever wanted.
[He sighs, longing, with another rustle of cloth, as if demonstrating whatever it is he's talking about, there's a return to enthusiastic affections, and he seems barely able to contain himself at the last.]
You would make such a beautiful corpse, baby.
[....and somebody moves and the feed cuts out completely.]
[A/N: yeah. You can probably guess what these crazy kids are up to. For response purposes, anyone commenting will probably end up getting either Lua or Ladd or both.]
[A/N: Below can be found insight into what Ladd and Lua get up to when nobody else is around. Enter at your own risk; your muses might be traumatized even if you aren't.
TW: romanticized death, vague not-actual-smut, unhealthy relationships in general...also Ladd. And Ladd/Lua. Which are really warnings in their own right.]
[When the feed clicks on, it seems to be picking up on something already in-progress. No visual, the screen's dark with only fingers of light creeping through that don't give much explanation towards what the network's privy to, but it becomes clear enough in a moment with the sounds of fabric on fabric and the movement of at least one body obscured by the communicator's placement, accompanied by mingled breathing, quick, shallow, one set free of any attempt to minimize the sound, the other quieter, more subdued though no less strained. It’s interrupted more often than not with less dry sounds until the heavier breather breaks off for a moment, and a more recognizable voice, if hushed (for the speaker, anyway), breaks through.]
One word, baby, that's all I need. Just say the word.
[The other one breathes more deeply for a moment, her answer almost inaudible. Probably everyone knows this high, nervous voice by now, if they haven’t heard it quite like this.]
Not like that. I love you too much.
[More fabric rustling, Lua murmuring encouragements without any real words behind them, more wet sounds before Ladd’s again overcome with the need to speak.]
I could do it right now, just like this. Slowly, tenderly, gently...
[A high sound, something like “no” even if the word isn’t said, but it doesn’t stop him for long.]
You'd barely even feel it, Lua, it would be so perfect. Just say it and I'll give you everything. Everything you ever wanted.
[He sighs, longing, with another rustle of cloth, as if demonstrating whatever it is he's talking about, there's a return to enthusiastic affections, and he seems barely able to contain himself at the last.]
You would make such a beautiful corpse, baby.
[....and somebody moves and the feed cuts out completely.]
[A/N: yeah. You can probably guess what these crazy kids are up to. For response purposes, anyone commenting will probably end up getting either Lua or Ladd or both.]
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audio; I'm never going to stop loving this picture
Sorry about that. Fell back behind something and you know how the rest goes, right?
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...okay, so maybe Lua put a stop to things before they got any further, but that's not even the point.]
Well I don't know what you get up to behind closed doors, but I can tell you he doesn't have much of a place behind mine.
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[He's just-what. and what and
What the fuck that sounds like something he'd say once upon a time andwhat][Amused Video]
[Nope. He's not sorry at all; Ladd's very pro-PDA anyway, all your freaking out is just entertainment.]
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How sweet. When should we expect an autopsy?
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Whu?
[Why would they do that?]
video;
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Lua, are you okay?
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[He tsks, shaking his head ruefully, although he's really more amused than anything else.
Go on, Lua, reassure the boy.]
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K I am so sorry we are killing your inbox
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Ain't it just?
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Hurt her and I'll fuckin' kill you! You hear me, motherfucker?! They won't be able to identify your corpse!
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[Unintentional audio]
F-fffffuuurappachino.
[..Yeah, clicking off now.]
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He's lying.
You make a terrible looking corpse. I'd rather not see it again.
I wish you would stop letting him romanticize that thought about you.
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[Please, Duo. Like he's really that sick that he would post it intentionally.]
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[But he's amused. So amused.]
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[A few days later]
Y'all be up to some real kinky business in your spare time.
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Well I dunno about that.
[...it's not really kinky if it's your normal. Right? Right.]
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