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[brushoff]

[ Wait, shit, he forgot about Blackwood (story of Martin's life). ]

I'd rather not deal with the babysitter today.
So how about this. I take a picture of myself using what you gave me, you tell me if I'm doing it right.

[compellingstatement]

[Oh, for the love of-]

If it will end this conversation, yes.

[brushoff]

[ sexy selfie time~ Dorian sends Jon two selfies: one of them is himself in the cat ears and ribbon collar and the second one is himself at a different angle, one that better shows off the tail, wearing the cat ears and the leather collar. Thankfully, he's wearing clothes. Unfortunately, this means that he's wearing the the tail + ears + collar combo over a pair of tight jeans and an oxford shirt and it all looks a bit silly. ]

Again, I'm confused as to why this showed up on my doorstep this morning (and why you know about this to begin with) but I'm honestly not complaining.

Also, tell me if you like the ribbon or the leather one better. I think I'll make one of them my inside collar and I'll remove the bell on one of them to make it an outside collar.

[ Now this is just Dorian being a grade-A brat and deciding you know what? Dominant gave me a collar, gonna make it my ~official Duplicity collar~ for shits and giggles. ]

[compellingstatement]

[Jon opens the photo and promptly closes the photo.]

That is not what I sent you! You were supposed to get a tea set! There were bloody blue stripes on the cups. That was all!

[brushoff]

I figured as much. This is far too silly to be your style.

[ but Dorian's getting a kick out of it, so he sends Jon another ridiculous cat ears & collar selfie, this time with one of his hands up by his cheek like, y'know, nya. ]

[compellingstatement]

I have actually worked at a cat cafe.

[No. No. That is not what he wanted to write to this man.]

As a punishment.
Not willingly.
STOP SENDING ME PICTURES.

[brushoff]

[ wow, it sure sounds like Jon said "keep sending me pictures." So Dorian does. This time it's a mirror selfie so Jon can better see the tail! ]

Don't worry, Archivist. I don't kinkshame.

[compellingstatement]

[It's a simple fact that Jon can't not look at it. The attached images sit there and mock him if he doesn't click them right away.]

I do!
You look ridiculous!
Stop it!
You should be ashamed of yourself!

[brushoff]

'Stop it.' Is that an order, dear Dominant?

Btw the ears are adjustable.

[ have another dumb selfie to prove it!]

[compellingstatement]

NO!












YES!

[Those ears are actually... kind of... cute? Jon shoves that thought out of his head.]

It's an order, so STOP.

[brushoff]

[ The next selfie is an earless, collarless, tailless Dorian just comically pouting in a manner that they both know is over the top and totally disingenuous. ]

Do I at least have permission to wear one of the collars out and about? It's honestly better than the standard issue one.

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Dear god, I will buy you a better collar than that if you want one.
Just stop sending pictures.
Find something you like and send me the bill.
I don't make any of my Submissives wear collars.

[brushoff]

I think I do want a better collar. After all, it'll help hide that hideous line on my throat.

I'll text you the bill when I find something.

[ It will be disproportionately expensive. ]

Thank you for the gift, by the way, even if what I received wasn't what you expected. I can honestly say I wasn't expecting anything from you in the first place.

[compellingstatement]

[...]

I came very close to hurting you again.
Sorry.

Don't expect this in the future.
Or anything.
But especially not that.

[brushoff]

[ Oh how cute. Jon's got morals. ]

My offer still stands. I'm willing to give my Statement if I get what I want in return.

[compellingstatement]

[There's an extended pause as Jon wrestles with what he wants and what's acceptable.]

Martin said no. So, the answer is no.

[brushoff]

I highly doubt you always listen to what Martin says. He's not your keeper.

[compellingstatement]

Not listening hurts him.
I've been trying to do less of that lately.
He's already pissed off at me for something else.
I don't need to add to his stress.

[brushoff]

If there's this much trouble in paradise, he might not be the one.

Because, and I say this as kindly as possible, I suspect your entire existence adds to his stress.

[compellingstatement]

[Dorian isn't wrong for that second bit. As for the rest...]

He makes me want to be human.




He's the one.

[brushoff]

[ There's a very long time before Dorian responds to this text. ]

A word of advice: if that's truly the case, then hold onto him no matter what. It's easy to lose one's soulmate and harder to recover from the loss.

[ He hates that he's being so nice but Dorian's got a big old bundle of issues in the form of dead vampire boyfriend. Jon's a pain (and Dorian still isn't sure this relationship might last) but he's a pain that doesn't deserve a round of crippling depression. ]

[compellingstatement]

[It's such a genuine reply that Jon doesn't know quite what to do with it. Much as Elias' simple gratitude and admission of care for Jon's general well-being had wildly confused him.]

I've only ever killed one person, Dorian.
He hurt Martin.
He's the reason Martin's wrapped up in the Lonely.
He kidnapped Martin into the Lonely, tried to brainwash him, and refused to answer my questions, so I ripped his mind and his head apart.

I don't intend to let anyone take him away from me again.

[brushoff]

[ He's only killed once. Wow. What a terrible excuse for an eldritch abomination. ]

Good. At least you know how far you'll go. I suspect you'll have to reach that point again some time here.

[compellingstatement]

[Dead things can't fear. And there are so many things worse than death for the average person.]

I don't want to reach that point again.
What I am doesn't go backwards easily.
Every avatar I've ever known except for one has lost themselves to their patron.
They're cold, cruel.
Most of them delight in what they do.
And they're happy to feed the Fear that feeds them.

[brushoff]

Why would they want to go backwards?
Once you get the idea in your head that you're different, you're better than most people, it's hard to go back. Might as well embrace your nature and all that it entails.