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@the-arkham-librarian sent [ NIGHTMARES ] for my characters reaction to yours waking up terrified, and clinging to mine.
it was yet another sleepless night for blamore, though by now, he had grown very used to it. its insomnia could get really bad at times. and seeing as the time was currently two in the morning, i'd say today was an example of that. it pretty much gave up on the strategy of simply laying in bed and closing its eyes in hopes it'd drift away hours ago. so, blamore now sat with his back against his sofa couch, curled up with a book. though he wasn't alone and that was enough to make him smile to himself. elizabeth laid there underneath the covers and blamore had noticed that her body occasionally jerked at times while she slept tonight, though it wasn't sure if he should wake her because of that. something distressing did seem to be going on within her mind unbeknowst to it however.
and regardless of the fact that blamore had looked at her, it was still very startled by the alarming way she had waken up. it was barely able to register that eliza was crying before his body was being clung to by her; a gasp of his own leaving his mouth at the sudden contact. blamore could feel elizabeth's body subtly trembling as she continued to hold onto him, and without another moment to lose, it wrapped its arms around her securely. he spoke to her in a soft voice as he noted he could smell sweat coming off of her. ❝ ooh, eliza, you scared me. what's going on? did you have a nightmare, or something? ❞ it could only assume that was the case when it didn't receive a response from the other then.
blamore's eyebrows furrowed in concern before he very gently began to rub circles into her back. ❝ ooh, ma pauvre chérie (my poor darling). it must have been one hell of a bad dream, ❞ a frown ever-so-slightly tugged at it's lips before it placed its head above hers, completely enveloping eliza in it's hold now. he pressed a kiss to the crown of her head while he contemplated what he should do momentarily, ❝ it's okay, my love. i'm here for you. and no one, or nothing, can hurt you while i'm around... okay? ❞
the moment that eliza started to grind on blamore's leg, its sewing had become increasingly difficult over time to continue. though not entirely impossible yet. it had managed to loop yet another thread into the seam of the clothing it was working on, after all. however, with how blamore could see elizabeth clearly through the corner of his eye, a hazy feeling began to take over his mind. she did appear to be enjoying what she was doing and seeing her like that... well, it admittedly got blamore into the mood, too.
it finally spoke as it stopped its work and shook his head in mock scorn as a small smile tugged at his lips, ❝ yes, that, eliza. you're being such a tease right now, ❞ blamore shifted in its seat slightly, raising an eyebrow in surprise at the way elizabeth was now sitting in it's lap; but in pleasant surprise. blamore finally put down what he was holding on his desk then, placing one hand on her ass while the other wrapped around her waist. he leaned forward until their lips were connecting in a short but loving kiss, ❝ mm — i may sound like a broken record here, but you're so perfect, chérie. and i'll keep on reminding you of that for as long as i live. ❞
❝ it's... really distracting when you do that. ❞
"When I do what? This?" she says playfully as she grinds on it's leg. She'd noticed that it was working at it's desk, probably longer than it should, when she came up with an idea. Gracefully, she lowered herself down on it lap to tease.
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so far so good, blamore thought to himself, as he individually watered the plants in the nook-like kitchen of his greenhouse. it had been growing concerned about them for the past couple of days as they were looking a bit dry. though after giving them more water over the course of time, that problem seemed to be resolved, thankfully. it pulled the fridge door open then as it was now thinking about making breakfast for dinner for itself and elizabeth; however, would his girlfriend like that? she seemed to like eggs okay, but he wasn't sure about other things.
blamore was just about to leave the room to ask eliza for her thoughts when he felt the distinctive sensation of a hand running down his tail. and seductively, causing the being to have an instantaneous reaction to it. tingles seemed to run through its entire body as a pleased hum came from it; blamore turning around to finally see the culprit, who was eliza, as it expected. a slightly flustered chuckle filled the silence then while he lightly and playfully swatted her hand away, ❝ hey, just what do you think you're doing?! my tail is sensitive, amour (love),❞ he tried to cry this out in outrage but ultimately failed.
blamore actually craved that feeling again and gnawed on his bottom lip while his tail shook a bit in its spot, indicating its excitement. it let out a shallow breath before a hint of pink dusted across its cheeks, ❝ actually... can you, uhh, do that again? it felt really nice. i was going to make dinner, but we could always order in instead. maybe kiss too? ❞ while taking one of eliza's hands in his own, blamore's eyes became half-lidded, his happy mood seemingly only increasing. an undertone of sultriness had also made it's way into it's voice — eyelashes batting at elizabeth.
in response to the whine, blamore's blood began to roar in his ears in arousal. it was that kind of wanton sound that he wanted to hear more of. however, that didn't stop it from switching out its full finger for just its knuckle once it'd given the bud within elizabeth a massage at first. blamore thought he caught a glimpse of a smile spreading across her face then. and this, combined with the way her legs were folding more closely in on its head, made it think about completely throwing out the original plan it had.
which was to tease eliza for as long as possible before it got her to come. but seeing its lover like this made it completely stretch out the finger in her folds once more; it venturing over to rub at one of her walls in a 'come hither' motion. that special bundle of nerves that would make her feel sparks had to be somewhere, he thought. blamore flattened its tongue against elizabeth's clit then to introduce a different technique of giving oral to her.
❝ does this feel good, my sweet girl? because you can't seem to keep those pretty little hips of yours still, ❞ he noted her desire as that smug smile on its lips became wider. soon enough, blamore's index finger had pressed to her entrance. the smile on his face was replaced by something softer afterward, ❝ now take a deep breath for me... okay? you're doing so well, eliza. i'm going to use one more finger on you, ❞ and just like that, it pushed its index one into her. blamore's pointer finger joined the other in stroking her walls as he patiently waited for her to come undone.
She can't help but while as it pulls away. But she's not left wanting for long as it gently works it's fingers into her. Her head lolls to the side, a clear smile on her face. Her legs tighten around his head at his words, imagining it staying there until she's overstimulated and crying.
The attention it was giving her was something she's never experienced before. If this is what the foreplay is like what is it going to be like when it's pounding into her.
The thought of it makes her cry out, rutting her hips into it's face in a bid to get more friction.
blamore let out a pleased hum whenever he heard elizabeth take that deep breath. especially considering that this seemed to be her first time getting fingered, he wanted to make sure that she wasn't tense while he was doing it. blamore began to move its fingers along the inside of eliza's folds faster when it heard its lover cry out. seeing her like this was possibly the most arousing part of all of this, blamore thought.
it chose to actually work in some teasing towards the other after all at the last second. subsequently, blamore very carefully nipped at several places on her inner thigh. ❝ i'm glad, sweetheart. you look so beautiful right now, ❞ it pressed a gentle kiss to her pussy then. and not long after was when eliza came, her wetness splashing all over his face.
a hand reached up to drag a finger through it before it, only for blamore to deposit it in his mouth; him licking off the fluid. ❝ mm... you taste so good, eliza. ❞ the creature adjusted its position to sit up more, blamore's hard length now just resting a few inches away from her folds. ❝ do you think you're ready to take me in now? or would you like a break? ❞
Doing as she was told, Eliza took a deep breath as she felt it's fingers slide into her. Blamore's hard work was well rewarded as she felt him hit that bundle of nerves. With a cry her hands tighten in it's hair as her hips subconsciously grind on it's face.
It's not long until she feels that warmth start to build. "Blamore.....it feels so good," she whines. The pressure builds, and builds, until it all comes crashing down. Eliza jolts forward as she cums on Blamores face.
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what happened that friday was honestly inevitable, blamore thought, as the days passed and they both seemed to be spending increasingly more time together; but it just hoped that it wouldn't happen anytime soon. however, life always had a funny way of throwing curveballs at the creature at whatever opportunities it could, and this seemed to be one of those times. it all started with blamore waking up that morning next to elizabeth only to discover it was in pain. pins and needles traveled up from the bottom of his spine to the collarbones he had jutting out of its skin.
the shooting pain that followed this just made matters worse. for, it forced blamore to try to sit up through the pain to go to the bathroom. this was because he remembered that nico, his doctor, had left him something to treat his nerve pain in situations like this — though it had made the rather unwise decision in hindsight to keep it stored in there. blamore, at this point, was trying to keep things quiet so elizabeth could still sleep but it was not an easy task. thus... whenever blamore felt another sharp pain course through the left side of his body right after the other, a clearly distressed groan left his mouth before he could stop himself.
and that unfortunately seemed to rouse eliza from her rest. their eyes had met for a brief moment, after all, in which blamore had to grip the edge of a nearby fixture just to keep himself standing. it wanted to say something, anything to eliza to explain, but the prickling sensation just got worse as it started to pant; a full-body shudder running through its body before a pair of arms was suddenly sweeping blamore into someplace intimately close to eliza. her lap. at first, he attempted to leave her lap, but his muscles felt like they'd become weaker all of a sudden. so blamore decided to curl up in her arms and dig its head into the crook of her neck to at least try to get more comfortable.
❝ it hurts. really hurts, ❞ that was all he could say right now as he started to pant, letting out a whine while a jabbing sensation plagued the area near the base of his spine and hip. ❝ i was... i was going to get some meds, for this. its nerve pain. je suis désolé (i am sorry), eliza, i did my best to make as little noise as possible when i was getting up. ❞ blamore trembled in his spot and swallowed thickly. a fatigued chuckle left it, ❝ but it always feels worse than i remember it being the last time. ❞
while tilting his head at the other, blamore waited patiently for an answer from elizabeth. it wiped off the come that remained on it's face casually then; noting that the both of them would probably have to take a shower afterward, or they'd be sticky. blamore slowly ran a hand down elizabeth's leg before perking up at her answer.
eliza wanted him, and eagerly as well, it seemed. he lifted one of her legs then but carefully and placed it on his shoulder. it was just a little thing, but blamore thought that it would still spice things up to do that. a nod was then directed towards her, ❝ alright, eliza. after i'm done pushing into you... tell me when i can move, okay? ❞ it slowly began to breach the other's folds and could already feel a hint of just how tight she was. blamore inhaled deeply at this, but kept on going, and trailed a hand up her side all the way to her breasts. the creature had soon found it had filled her completely. this triggered him into staying still to let her get used to the feeling.
a groan came from him as it was certainly a squeeze for him, though it felt good. and at that moment, blamore began to circle one of elizabeth's nipples with a clawed finger, only to roll it several times against its peak. it wanted to both make her feel more relaxed and see what kind of reaction this would get out of her as it leaned down to have his face closer to hers. ❝ does this feel good, my love? i can do more in this area if you want while i'm inside you. but only if you want me to. ❞
blamore let out a pleased hum whenever he heard elizabeth take that deep breath. especially considering that this seemed to be her first time getting fingered, he wanted to make sure that she wasn't tense while he was doing it. blamore began to move its fingers along the inside of eliza's folds faster when it heard its lover cry out. seeing her like this was possibly the most arousing part of all of this, blamore thought.
it chose to actually work in some teasing towards the other after all at the last second. subsequently, blamore very carefully nipped at several places on her inner thigh. ❝ i'm glad, sweetheart. you look so beautiful right now, ❞ it pressed a gentle kiss to her pussy then. and not long after was when eliza came, her wetness splashing all over his face.
a hand reached up to drag a finger through it before it, only for blamore to deposit it in his mouth; him licking off the fluid. ❝ mm... you taste so good, eliza. ❞ the creature adjusted its position to sit up more, blamore's hard length now just resting a few inches away from her folds. ❝ do you think you're ready to take me in now? or would you like a break? ❞
as he looked down at eliza, a bit of sweat was starting to form on blamore's temples. being this close to someone did seem to make you realize that people a lot warmer in temperature than you may think. blamore still held onto her leg at the ankle to keep it on his shoulder with his other hand; so, that way, elizabeth wouldn't have to use any of her own strength to do so.
well, that was as good of an indication as ever that perhaps it should continue its ministrations, it thought. blamore face had become flushed at this point; partially because of elizabeth's response to that, and because it really felt the desire to at least roll his hips (while blamore was inside of his lover) at that moment. it had to remain patient, however. the hand on her breast splayed out more to hold the entirety of it, starting to rub the others nipple with his full palm. a pleased hum left blamore at her nod, ❝ mm... i love it when you talk to me like that, eliza. i'll do it more just for you. ❞
blamore returned the kiss and slotted his lips in between the others. from there, he gave her bottom one a light nibble. and all the while, he continued rubbing at her chest at an almost teasingly slow pace.
while tilting his head at the other, blamore waited patiently for an answer from elizabeth. it wiped off the come that remained on it's face casually then; noting that the both of them would probably have to take a shower afterward, or they'd be sticky. blamore slowly ran a hand down elizabeth's leg before perking up at her answer.
eliza wanted him, and eagerly as well, it seemed. he lifted one of her legs then but carefully and placed it on his shoulder. it was just a little thing, but blamore thought that it would still spice things up to do that. a nod was then directed towards her, ❝ alright, eliza. after i'm done pushing into you... tell me when i can move, okay? ❞ it slowly began to breach the other's folds and could already feel a hint of just how tight she was. blamore inhaled deeply at this, but kept on going, and trailed a hand up her side all the way to her breasts. the creature had soon found it had filled her completely. this triggered him into staying still to let her get used to the feeling.
a groan came from him as it was certainly a squeeze for him, though it felt good. and at that moment, blamore began to circle one of elizabeth's nipples with a clawed finger, only to roll it several times against its peak. it wanted to both make her feel more relaxed and see what kind of reaction this would get out of her as it leaned down to have his face closer to hers. ❝ does this feel good, my love? i can do more in this area if you want while i'm inside you. but only if you want me to. ❞
while squinting his eyes down at eliza, blamore tried his best to read her body language. he was mainly looking for things that would've indicated she might've been in pain or was overwhelmed somehow; because if there was one thing that it didn't want, it was for eliza to be uncomfortable during all of this. blamore's lips peppered kiss after kiss all the way down to the valley in between her breasts.
he didn't really know what was going on, or how his partner was feeling, so he was about to check in with her when he saw a tear fall from her eyes. blamore stopped touching elizabeth before its eyebrows knitted in concern and it addressed her with urgency, ❝ oh my god, what happened, my love? am i hurting you? i can pull out, eliza, and grab some lube... or we could just not have sex anymore, ❞ at that moment, he seemed to think that the tear came about from something he'd done.
blamore's eyes widened slightly at the feeling that something was suddenly on his ankles — no, seemingly growing out of its skin — and flicked at one of his ankles with a hand as if to try to 'shoo' it away. it wasn't sure what to do but blamore decided to pull eliza up to sit in its lap. he massaged her back in circles before saying, ❝ do you want to try riding me, so you'll be the one in control? i don't mind. i just want to know what's going on. ❞
as he looked down at eliza, a bit of sweat was starting to form on blamore's temples. being this close to someone did seem to make you realize that people a lot warmer in temperature than you may think. blamore still held onto her leg at the ankle to keep it on his shoulder with his other hand; so, that way, elizabeth wouldn't have to use any of her own strength to do so.
well, that was as good of an indication as ever that perhaps it should continue its ministrations, it thought. blamore face had become flushed at this point; partially because of elizabeth's response to that, and because it really felt the desire to at least roll his hips (while blamore was inside of his lover) at that moment. it had to remain patient, however. the hand on her breast splayed out more to hold the entirety of it, starting to rub the others nipple with his full palm. a pleased hum left blamore at her nod, ❝ mm... i love it when you talk to me like that, eliza. i'll do it more just for you. ❞
blamore returned the kiss and slotted his lips in between the others. from there, he gave her bottom one a light nibble. and all the while, he continued rubbing at her chest at an almost teasingly slow pace.
as he gnawed on his bottom lip in uneasiness, blamore waited for the other to say something while holding his breath. and this was just to brace himself in the case that it did actually hurt eliza. but then she laughed and blamore's features slowly softened, ❝ oh. well, i'm glad that i wasn't hurting you. i would've felt so bad if i did. but ahh, you... you haven't? because i thought this was just how everyone is supposed to treat their partner. ❞ it shrugged its shoulders slightly then, a small smile forming on his lips. ❝ but its good to know that i was able to make you feel that way. i really do love you, after all. ❞
blamore ran a hand through her hair before pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. ❝ okay. ahh, that's a relief. and of course i would check in on you — i don't want things to be painful for you. i'm not asking this to be weird or anything, but is this the first time you've had sex like this? ❞ he placed a hand on eliza's waist and caressed the skin there lightly as his smile widened. ❝ alright. yeah, don't worry, i'm okay. i was just asking because it can be daunting at first but your body usually will figure things out along the way. so, do whatever pleasures you the most. ❞
blamore placed his free hand around the opposite breast that he had touched before and leaned down to kiss at her neck, ❝ most people like to start off with moving their hips up and down, if you aren't familiar with it. but you can also grind or experiment with it. like i said, just do what feels best for you. ❞
while squinting his eyes down at eliza, blamore tried his best to read her body language. he was mainly looking for things that would've indicated she might've been in pain or was overwhelmed somehow; because if there was one thing that it didn't want, it was for eliza to be uncomfortable during all of this. blamore's lips peppered kiss after kiss all the way down to the valley in between her breasts.
he didn't really know what was going on, or how his partner was feeling, so he was about to check in with her when he saw a tear fall from her eyes. blamore stopped touching elizabeth before its eyebrows knitted in concern and it addressed her with urgency, ❝ oh my god, what happened, my love? am i hurting you? i can pull out, eliza, and grab some lube... or we could just not have sex anymore, ❞ at that moment, he seemed to think that the tear came about from something he'd done.
blamore's eyes widened slightly at the feeling that something was suddenly on his ankles — no, seemingly growing out of its skin — and flicked at one of his ankles with a hand as if to try to 'shoo' it away. it wasn't sure what to do but blamore decided to pull eliza up to sit in its lap. he massaged her back in circles before saying, ❝ do you want to try riding me, so you'll be the one in control? i don't mind. i just want to know what's going on. ❞
blamore honestly couldn't get enough of seeing eliza so blissed-out. from the way sweat had formed a thin sheen across her forehead, as well as how many hickies decorated her body now, and the bruising beginning to show on her hips? it felt like it had to spend some time just taking in how beautifully debauched its lover looked. blamore's muscles were starting to tire themselves, though he was willing to do anything for elizabeth, and that included drawing multiple orgasms out of her. because she deserved every good thing in its book.
the creature couldn't help but smirk as she nodded and reached over to grab more lube. it put a generous amount of the liquid on his hand and warmed it up, only to rub the lube onto the others folds. ❝ that's my girl. remember what i told you, though, alright? if you ever feel like stopping mid-way, then just tap me two times anywhere and i will. ❞ blamore was also putting another condom on his dick before long and grabbed onto both of eliza's knees only to push her legs in just a bit.
this made its entrance into her tighter, a groan slipping from his lips shortly after. he did so slowly before beginning to pull out after giving elizabeth a few moments to adjust to the new feeling, only to push back in. blamore squeezed one of her breasts as he lightly bit onto her shoulder and licked the skin afterward with a satisfied hum; beginning to rock his hips as he thrusted into eliza once more, ❝ i told you i'd give you a good reason why we should stay in bed — and you've been having fun, haven't you, baby? ❞
❝ just a little more. you can take a little more, can't you? ❞
Poor Eliza; her hair was stuck to her forehead, her hips were sure to be bruised, and her muscles were wonderfully sore. Could she take more? She had already climaxed thrice, but what was one more when your mind is clouded by sex and lust.
“Mhm,” she nods; unable to form words. She pushed her hips back into the air, presenting herself for more. She could feel a trail of cum start to drip out, but she wasn’t worried. It would soon be replaced with more.
blamore waited one beat, two, then three before he felt a hand on its own shoulder; the smile on his face threatening to become even wider when he was pushed into the wall by elizabeth. and blamore actually was able to hold back from doing so, up until the other called it a 'tease.' there was honestly no denying that it was trying to rile eliza up as it did get some enjoyment out of it, causing the ends of his lips to tug upwards in a wider smile. blamore leaned his head back against the wall as his heartbeat started to speed up, ❝ so what if it is? it worked, which is all that matters. ❞
it went on to wrap an arm around the other's neck then and batted its eyelashes at elizabeth to try to portray itself as innocent. ❝ i had just been thinking about how ways we could burn off all this energy we have, and physical activity had admittedly crossed my mind. especially with how beautiful you looked today, ❞ blamore placed his free hand on one of the other's collarbones and caressed the other's skin there with his thumb. its eyes flickered from eliza's left one to the other, ❝ well... are you going to take control today, my love? or are you wanting me to wrestle it from you? ❞
after spending a good part of the day with elizabeth away on a weekend trip of sorts, blamore thought he'd be prepared sleep that night — but it seemed both it and the other were still wide awake later that night. which, led to an idea finding its way into his head that might tire them out right as he started to consider just giving up and pulling an all-nighter. blamore told eliza then that he was going to take a shower and purposely left the door to the bathroom open.
this was done only for it to start taking off its clothes one-by-one in view of the other, while it pretended like it didn't know the door was still open; essentially giving eliza a strip-tease while blamore paced every-so-often within the bathroom as if he was grabbing things. the last piece of clothing was soon being discarded to the side by it, however, and it just-so-happened to be blamore's boxers as he bent down to give his partner a good view of his ass. that was when it padded into the walk-in shower and, with a slightly self-satisfied smile, really hoped that it gave eliza a good enough 'show' for her to join him.
(ahh, okay, so this may be longer than one paragraph but... IDK i just came up with this scenario and so i HAD to include it in here because blamore would try to tease her like this LOL)
How could she not watch? Eliza propped herself up, head resting on her hand, as she surveyed the show before her.
It was the smile that did her in, she’s not letting it get away with that. Flinging the covers off she quickly enters the bathroom, following it into the shower. Eliza puts a hand on its shoulder and pushes it into the wall, trapping it. “Is this what you wanted? You little tease~”
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As much as he hated being incarcerated at Arkham, there were one or two sunny places to be found within the depressing asylum walls. One of those places was the library, at least on those rare days when staff allowed him inside to read during leisurely periods. It was one of those small comforts Roman was glad to get, lowering his chances of acting out lest he ended up on ‘time out’ for the foreseeable future. Sliding his fingertips over countless worn spines, Roman selected a book - Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, ignoring the puzzled glance a nearby orderly shot him. Of all the books he might have expected ‘Black Mask’ to choose, an old romance novel probably wasn’t one of them. Roman didn’t give a fuck what anybody here thought and sat down on the most comfortable chair avaliable, flipping through the pages as he began reading the familiar words... He sighed. He’d read Pride and Prejudice more times than he could count but there weren’t many other novels he felt like reading today. Perhaps he could sneak one back into his cell for later, when it all got a bit too boring and he had nothing else to do? Roman’s eyes flickered over the text; the orderly assigned to babysitting him seemed satisfied his patient was busy so he wasn’t a concern. Probably wouldn’t say anything anyway; Arkham didn’t hire orderlies to think. Turning over the page, a flurry of movement from the corner of his eye caught Roman’s attention. One of the staff working here, a woman he thinks he’s seen before, is currently hard at work. He’d never managed to get a good look at her face until now, Roman blatantly ignoring his book as he watched her perform her librarian duties. What was her name again? Kraven he believes he heard one of the inmates mention, but not so craven she couldn’t handle working in a shithole like Arkham Asylum. She moved closer, fully revealing herself at long last and Roman had to admit, the library could do a lot worse not having somebody like her here. Briefly he studied her appearance, the love and dedication in which she handled her books, even the ones that hadn’t been treated so kindly by his fellow inmates. "Miss Kraven, I presume? Or is it Mrs? I hope you can forgive the impertinence but I just wanted to say you have beautiful hair. That particular shade of red is quite stunning.” Roman inquired politely before returning to his book. He’d always liked the colour red, especially how it reminded him of other beautiful things such as fire and blood.
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Pretty thing, wasn’t she? Perhaps that was one of his more crude observations but it was all Roman could really say about the lovely librarian since inmates weren’t exactly allowed to get close to staff without the presence of orderlies ready to leap into action at a moment’s notice. It made talking with her difficult, not that he had anything unpleasant to say about Mrs. Kraven. Few inmates in the asylum did, those who were still coherent enough to read anyway and the few times Roman had been allowed inside those hallowed halls to read at his leisure, he’d only ever seen the redhead coming across as a pleasant person to everybody inside. He’d noticed it quickly enough, over in the chair he always sat in. It didn’t matter whom she was speaking to, Mrs. Kraven treated everybody alike with consideration and respect - which was a far cry from other staff members who saw their patients in a very different light. If she disliked or feared anybody at all, she never showed it, instead showing genuine love and dedication towards the job she’d been entrusted and maintaining order as best she could in the chaotic environment that was Arkham Asylum. It was one of the reasons he enjoyed coming so much, that the library could be a bastion of peace hidden in the sea of insanity that was supposed to treat them. On those rare days he was allowed in to read, Roman spent almost as much time studying the woman as he did reading whatever book he’d picked that day. Sometimes the book mattered far less, Roman spending most of his time simply observing what she was doing... "She’s dedicated to her work, anybody here can agree with that. Braver than she looks too, sticking around a hellhole like this for as long as she has. Sometimes I find myself wondering why that is, especially when libraries in the city would no doubt be safer but hey, I’m not complaining about it. She’s one of the few people working here I can actually stand.” He shrugged at that. Mrs. Kraven was pleasant to look at as she was pleasant to be around. With a bit of luck, she wouldn’t fall victim to one of the twisted souls condemned to rot in this place.
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”Wish I could enjoy some one-on-one reading sessions with her. What? Just to break the ice, get to know her a little better.” Roman said with a offhand shrug. He hadn’t had much chance to speak with Arkham’s resident librarian but oh, he was definitely interested in speaking with Miss Kraven. Eliza was her name; he’d heard it in a conversation between her and Doctor Crane at some point. Seemed like a nice enough woman if both staff and inmates liked her company.
"Mr. Sionis, if I wanted to poison you I wouldn't be so obvious. My cookies are fine, please have one."
“I’m not worried about poison, Miss Kraven.” Roman said bluntly, never one to mince his words. His tone didn’t carry it’s usual ferocity since the librarian had never done anything to him personally but he couldn’t help but remain cautious, particularly since he was certain they’d been drugging his food. Sedating him long-term was out of the question no matter how much they’d have loved to do it, so the next best step was slipping him a steady dose in whatever mystery slops they’d scraped up for the inmates that day. It pissed him off immensely, how cowardly the staff could be that they’d resort to such lowly measures just to keep him under their control. He hadn’t felt clear-minded since the day he’d arrived, no matter how much he slept - which was much more these days yet he remained tired all the same. The scent of freshly-baked cookies nearby made his stomach stir however, like an animal disturbed during it’s hibernation. Roman wasn’t overly fond of sweets but the smell of something fresh and identifiable was quickly proving a temptation. Unfortunately he was stubborn, spiteful even to himself. ”Perhaps another time, mia signora? Besides, I thought one of the rules of a library was no food or drink allowed.”
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"And here I thought you were an innocent little bookworm, Miss Kraven.”
I see:
Absolute Conviction | Aggression | Ambition | Anger | Anxiety | Apathy | Arrogance | Bloodthirst | Bravery | Compassion | Confidence | Conflict | Courage | Darkness | Defeat | Denial | Desire | Despair | Determination | Devotion | Disappointment | Distrust | Dominance | Emptiness | an Enemy | Enlightenment | Envy | Excitement | Exhaustion | Elitism | Experience | Fear | a Friend | a Future | Gentleness | Greed | Grief | Guilt | Honesty | Honor | Hope | Hostility | Ignorance | an Illness | Insecurity | Integrity | Intoxication | Kindness | Lies | Loneliness | Longing | Loss | a Lover | Loyalty | Malicious Intent | Mania | Melancholy | Misery | Negativity | Overcompensation | Pain | Paranoia | Passion | Perseverance | Pettiness | Pity | Positivity | Pressure | Pride | a Purpose | Racism | Regret | Resentment | Resignation | Resolve | Sadness | Self-Hatred | Sexism | Shattered Remains | a Shining Light | Something Familiar | Spite | Stress | Stupidity | Submission | Tranquility | Trauma | Trust | Vengeance | Warmth | Wisdom | Wrath | a Cry for Help | Something Eating Your Mind | the Years have Changed You
You’re:
Animalistic | Approachable | Broken | Closed-Off | Cold | Crafty | Crazy | Defensive | Devious | Difficult | Disheartened | Emotionally Detached | Frightened | Frightening | Genuine | Guarded | Headstrong | Heartless | Human | Immature | Impatient | Inhuman | Insane | Intuitive | Lost | Mature | Noble | Patient | Pitiful | Primitive | Pure | Reliable | Remorseless | Reserved | Resourceful | Short-Tempered | Simplistic | Sly | Soft-Hearted | Struggling | a Threat | Trapped | a Troublemaker | Trusting | Understanding | Unique | Unpredictable | Unwavering | a Victim | Wicked | Feeling Vindictive | Guilty of Something | Hiding Something | Lost in Thought | Planning Something | Scared of Me | Scaring Me | Someone I can Trust | Someone I Can’t Recognize Anymore | Someone to Fear | Someone Worthy of Respect | Weak to Manipulation | Weighed by Something
You:
Aren’t Being Yourself | Belittle Yourself | Don’t Want to Hurt Me | Don’t Want to Leave Me | Drown Yourself in Something | Feel Alone | Feel Empowered | Have a Plan that Involves Me | Have No One Else to Turn to | Have Nowhere Else to Go | Have Seen Some Things | Haven’t Been Sleeping | Lie to Yourself | Lost Faith/Trust in Me | Lost Something/Someone Important | Need Me/my Help | No Longer Believe Me | See Me as a Thing | See Me as Someone Else | Seek to Hurt/Harm | Seek to Manipulate | Think Highly of Yourself | Think I’m Hiding Something | Think Little of Yourself | Think You Know Best | Want to Hurt Me | Want to Protect Me | Want to Sleep with Me | Want to Use Me
(Truth Serum) "Why do you try and spend so much time with me?"
My muse was given truth serum. Ask them questions on anon and they’ll have to answer honesty. They must answer no matter what the question is.
“Is it that hard to believe I might actually enjoy some quiet, friendly company every once in a while, Miss Kraven?” Roman replied, his tone relatively playful despite his annoyance at the truth serum constantly tugging away at his tongue. Had he really been trying to spend too much time with Eliza? It was hard to tell inside Arkham with the days blending into one another, especially when doctors decided to up his dosage after heated outbursts. Reading was one of the few activities avaliable that didn’t get him into trouble and in doing so, he’d been able to speak with the librarian - she’d even offered him a cookie, which smelt rich and delicious. He hadn’t accepted one yet however, but the fact she’d even offered one at all was a rare act of kindness inside the asylum walls. "You don’t piss me off like some of your fellow employees and your company has been pleasant enough. Hell, going out of your way to order some classics for me to read has done more than most of the psychiatrists here. Shit, you aren’t married are you??” It had been a sudden afterthought, that Eliza might have possibly considered he’d been interested in something more. Before Arkham, he probably wouldn’t have spared the librarian a second thought but in the time they’d spoken to one another, he’d found her presence tolerable, even enjoyable. “Well, even if you are, I still think you’re still an interesting woman. If we ever get the chance someday, I’d like to treat you to a drink. The good kind, I mean. You probably need it after working here for god knows how long.”
“Such lovely dogs, may I pet them?”
“I don’t see why not. You mentioned before you had a dog of your own, didn’t you?” Roman replied, looking thoughtful as he recalled. A Newfoundland called Cerberus, she’d said back when he and Eliza had talked about her own animals during a conversation they’d had together a while ago. Equally large and powerful in stature, he doubted he’d have much to worry about and that the librarian wouldn’t be afraid of his canine guards. “Rocco, Dante - facile.” He said to the two animals sitting nearby. Rocco was the smaller of the two and got up to greet Eliza right away, sniffing her hand curiously while wagging his stumpy tail. Dante, a giant of a dog who was more like a solid wall of muscle looked on for a few moments while his brother deemed Eliza ‘good’ before begrudgingly stepping forwards to accept a petting too. “Rocco will let you pet him all day if he can get away with it. Dante on the other hand is more aloof but he just takes longer getting used to new people. He’ll come round eventually so long as his brother likes you.” The dog in question certainly seemed happy enough, leaning heavily into the woman’s touch.
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“I’ll admit, Eliza surprised me. Initially I wrote her off as just another air-headed member of staff who was only in it for the paycheck but she genuinely seems to cares about her job and treats inmates better than most of the ‘professionals’ employed there. Says it all when a librarian does a better job getting along with patients than certified therapists...” Roman said, spitting the last word out as though it had put a bad taste in his mouth. It didn’t happen very often. Usually he was able to access a person’s character within a few minutes of meeting them but Eliza Kraven had gone above and beyond, being just full of surprises. In a way, he suppose he shouldn’t have underestimated her. People who were faint of heart didn’t tend to last very long in Arkham Asylum but the quiet, unassuming librarian with a penchant for baking cookies had a deeper personality than he’d expected after their first meeting with each other. He’d pegged her as a cat person. Truthfully she had a dog, a Newfoundland that rivaled Rocco and even Dante in size. She even had a pet snake, something which he hadn’t expected at all. It hadn’t been essential to find out. None of these facts made a difference regarding his opinion on Ms. Kraven but he’d been most interested to learn she also had a taste for whiskey - especially the good stuff. Perhaps next time he’d treat her to a bottle at one of his establishments and find out more about what she was really like outside of work. He’d have to be discreet, of course. He wouldn’t want for her paymasters to get wind of visiting a former, escaped patient and risk her job.