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Yvette has already proposed that. She asked what I'd be more at home with so she could buy it. And I had no answer. If I were to ask for the mansion I showed you, I feel like that'd be in bad taste.

And why your lifespan is shortened, mm. That does explain it.

I don't think so... but that might be something better bought on your own, and not through another unitmate, especially if you're not into oversharing.

Everytime I use Foul Legacy I shave a few years off my life, but I'm not going to stop. I can't get stronger if I don't push myself, and it's not like I didn't already anticipate dying prematurely.

Who knows. Maybe you'll transcend those limits and become a god of your own.

[ laughs LOUDLY, and a touch unhinged. ]

Would you be able to contain the power of a Gnosis, I wonder ... you could take one for yourself.

Do you think so?

You're able to keep that form, why wouldn't you handle that sort of power?

[ he's going to reach for Childe's hand, and then place it on his chest ]

You could always have a test drive here.

...you're going to let me use your gnosis? [ gently rakes his nails over his chest. ]

[ there's a shaky breath at that, but he nods, keeping his hand there ]

Aren't you curious about it? It's just a dream anyway. You can do anything you want.

[ ...fuckfuckfuck. he leans in to capture scaramouche's lips in a kiss, his hand sinking into his chest as he starts fingering the gnosis. ] I am, but... [ he pulls it out, bringing it to his lips for a kiss. ]

[ He kisses him back for that breif moment, and then there's a gasp against his lips, his entire body trembling as he touches it. And when he pulls it out and brings it to his lips, he's letting out a moan that's nothing short of sinful ]

A--aaah ... it's yours now, isn't it? So what's there to hesitate about.

[ childe grabs scaramouche's wrist to put the gnosis into his hands. ] I want you to put it inside of me.

[ not what he expected. But he takes it, smiling at him ]

... Is that so. And how would you propose it. Should I cut you open, or are you asking for something else after all?

I don't care how you do it. However you like, how about that, Scaramouche. Do you want to cut me open and shove it in, or would you rather fuck it into me?

[ This is so, so tempting. ]

I'd rather fuck you with my cock while I cut you open and shove it in. Are you sure you'd be up for that?

...let's do it then. [ kisses him roughly. ] Do you think I'd shy away from something like this? Hah.

How come all our conversations end up in sex, Tartaglia?

[ It's what he says but he's already grabbing on his shirt so he can flip him and pin him to the ground, kissing him again just as rough, lingering in it for a bit ]

My Unitmate is very surprised you seduced me by getting me hit by a train.

I asked you to just shove it in, Scara. But you didn’t seem to appreciate that option as much of this… or we wouldn’t be on the verge of fucking. [ grabs his shoulders to hold him in place as he rolls his hips upward. ]

They clearly don’t know how to properly romance a person. [ laughs, half kidding. ] Honestly I have no complaints about it, because you’re here and with me now… and that’s all that matters.

Now what’s the hold up? [ sneers. ] Getting cold feet?

[ he rocks his hips against him, leaning in to kiss at his jaw, and then at his ear ]

No, I was just wondering. What should I use to cut your chest open, mmm? Would you like me to use that sword?

Let me make something... [ and he conjures a hydro blade, one infused with electro, and offers it to scaramouche. ] Here, use this... and only this. [ turns his head to nip at his lower lip, biting to make some blood spill between them, which immediately prompts a groan. ]

[ so he wants him to cut him up with his own blade, mm. How interesting. But that's a little hot, and he clearly enjoys it if the bulge in his pants is anything to go by. There's a soft sigh at the bite, but he gives Childe no warning as he just full on stab him on the chest, deep enough that he'd die if this weren't a dream ]

You look beautiful again, today.

Do you like it, Scara, I... I made it just for y- aaaahhck! [ childe screams, jerking with the force of the stab, his body instantly spasming as blood spurts from the wound. he heaves a harsh couple of breaths, a broken laugh following as he reaches for his chin and tries to drag him into a kiss. ] F- Fuck, that... hurt...

[ he kisses him back, rough and needy, and then he just shoves the gnosis right into the stabbing wound, not even a little bit careful or mindful of the pain - since he's pretty sure it's a turn on for him ]

You say that like - you don't enjoy a bit of pain.

[ it takes a great deal of strength not to cough blood at scara once he’s shoved the gnosis into him, but he manages to bite his lip to stifle the cough… though he eventually does turn his head to wheeze. it hurts. it’s hurts so much and so good. ] Do, I do, …but this is a lot, too much. [ his grip loosens on him, but he does try to kiss him over and over and over, like Scaramouche is the only thing keeping him alive. ] I’m still waiting for you to fuck me.

[ considering he's controlling the dream, in a way he pretty much is. ]

I can feel it, you know. The Gnosis inside of you. You feel just divine, Tartaglia.

[ he'll take care of trashing his clothes - cutting them using the same blade Childe made for him, and casting them aside. For his own, he'll just remove them as fast as possible.

It doesn't take him long to be on Childe again, kissing him once more as he brings a hand between his legs, to his ass, fingers teasing his hole ]

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