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[constellationprize]

Hi! This is ☆radia! I'm really sorry I wasn't able to answer your call... Um, if you need anything, it's fine to leave a message here! I'll answer you as soon as I can!
 

[ for phonecalls and texts ]

Comments

[notadrop]

Wow, you did it. You're a person, congratulations Dia. I always believed in you.

Can we now agree you're like, totally allowed to have nice things, which you may even want?

[constellationprize]

I-I'll...

[ e. exhales ]

... I'll think about it, okay...?

[notadrop]

Fine.

[ enjoy another hickey in the meantime ]

[constellationprize]

[ whines, curling her fingers back in his hair, pressing herself back against the wall ]

R-Ruby -

[notadrop]

Diaaaa.

[constellationprize]

I can't think if - if you're doing that, then . . .

[notadrop]

It's fine. I told you it's fine, didn't I?

[ he nuzzles his face back against her neck, pressing his body against hers. another bite, and this time he breathes out against her skin: ]

Mine.

[constellationprize]

I - I still don't know what we're supposed to be doing . . .

[ but there is a pretty distinct tremble in her voice, an unevenness that seeps even into the way she breathes as she squirms between him and the wall, thighs rubbing together idly; her face is good and red by this point, as far down as her collarbone, as far back as the tips of her ears ]

[notadrop]

If you don't want me to make you feel good then I'm just gonna mark you. That's fine, right?

[constellationprize]

. . . Why don't you tell me what you want instead - ?

[notadrop]

You.

[constellationprize]

... Shouldn't we get on the bed, then...?

[notadrop]

Don't be a pervert, Dia.

[constellationprize]

- That was what you said you wanted, wasn't it? Um -

It's okay if it's not, but I don't want to do anything you don't want to do either - you don't have to worry about me...

[notadrop]

I'm worried about you regardless of whether or not I have to. You know, cups.

[constellationprize]

Ruby, that's not what the metaphor's for!

[notadrop]

But I just used it for that?

[constellationprize]

That isn't it, though...

[ . . . ]

What do you want us to do? If you want me, what do you want from me?

[notadrop]

To be mine, obviously. I keep saying that.

[constellationprize]

[ softly, mostly to herself ]

... That's what "mine" means...

[ then more conversational ]

But I'm already yours, aren't I? Aren't you my familiar?

[notadrop]

I wanna mark you, too.

[constellationprize]

... You already did that a lot, didn't you?

[notadrop]

I could do more, though. These'll all heal eventually.

[constellationprize]

Um...

It's fine if you don't want to, but... Can't I just come back later? Whisky does this a lot too, and he always just makes new ones when the old ones heal...

[notadrop]

Does he, now.