( closed ) i'm the wound you tried to hide

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Who 🍷 shylock and certain people
What 🍷 shylock's affliction from the moon comes back with a vengeance.
When 🍷 anytime this month
Where 🍷 anywhere they wanna be
Content Warnings 🍷 shylock's heart is literally going to be on fire. it's not pretty. the rest is tba since owen will be here and will be saying some fucked-up shit inevitably.


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[ he winces, mostly from the growing pain on his chest but also at owen's words (though he'd rather admit to the former than the latter). the groan he makes when shylock pulls at his hair sounds almost erotic but it is greatly hampered by, you know, the pain he's experiencing right now.

but just because he's in anguish right now doesn't mean that he can't experience pleasure at the same time. ]

I'd... rather have you be your usual self, Owen.

[ with his one hand still clutched at his chest, he reaches his free hand to touch owen's. ]

If you're not as sweet as you say... then prove it.

oh we in it now

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[Prove it? Chances are anything he could do would be sweet in a Western wizards eyes, with how warped they are. Still, challenging a Northern wizard is one of the best ways to get them to do what you want.

Most of the time, at least.

Owen releases Shylock's hair abruptly, before shoving the older wizard out of his lap so he's sprawled on his back. Then he's moving, straddling Shylock's waist and bracing himself with his hands on Shylock's abdomen. He keeps his hips raised, so the only contact between them are his hands and his legs against Shylock's sides.

He looks down at him, still grinning.]

How long will these flames burn, Shylock? How long will you be in agony like this?

[Then he's glancing up and around, checking what he can see of what's on the bar top from where he's kneeling. Something sharp would be great, he thinks.]

god can't save us now

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[ being treated this harshly with the heartburn, and by owen no less -- shylock knows that he's in deep trouble now. westerners normally don't balk from danger, but this one might be pushing it when looked from an outsider's perspective.

he winces, teeth grit as he looks at owen's heterochromatic eyes and sadistic smile. what a compromising position owen chose to take... he must be acclimating to the tamamo climate well. but this isn't the time to be proud of his fellow wizard...!! ]

I... I don't know-- Owen...

[ he cries out in pain again. just what is owen looking for, actually...? ]

bye

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[The cry grabs Owen’s attention, looking back down at Shylock.]

…

[Well, then.]

…Okay. I won’t keep wasting time.

[He shifts back just a bit, hands moving down Shylock’s stomach to his waistband. His eyes stay on Shylock’s face, watching for a reaction from the older wizard as he unfastens his pants.

Wouldn’t it be a wonderful form of agony?]

It’s your bar. Are we going to be doing this dry?

[where the lube at, you horny westie.]

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