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mahoutsukai no yakusoku: shylock bennett

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

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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[Can't believe Shylock's already propositioning him... smh....]

Cain's company? I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about.

[He says like the two of them aren't horribly entangled in each other's lives and they didn't absolutely fuck only a few weeks ago... But Owen is defensive by nature, trying to smother anything that could be a weakness.

He's not a wizard known for his connections or bonds to other people, and he likes it that way, but you can always expect a Western wizard to see right through you.]

But I wouldn't mind doing you a favor, if your cat's misbehaving too much.

[Now what's he implying...]

[ owen, please. unlike the both of you, shylock's eyes are perfectly fine and he can easy see what's going on between them. though it's just as indescribable as his own relationship with murr, fated pairs... really do be like that. ]

You have no idea how honored I am to hear that from someone like you. But Murr has been behaving as far as I'm concerned...

[ is he, now. since murr's at a different faction, it has been hard to keep track of him even if they share living spaces now. but in a way, it keeps their turbulent relationship spicy. ]

And I'm sure he won't mind. It's not as though we are truly together. [ HAH. ] Now, what would you like to drink today?

[There's nothing to see! At all. Ever. It's easier for Owen that way.

Either way, he scoffs.]

You just say that because he can't go poking into the Great Calamity and making everything more difficult for you and everyone around him - without his magic, and his influence, and without his knowledge of how this world works, what threat does he pose? How long do you think that's going to last, though?

[How long until Murr stars causing problems on purpose...!]

I'll take whatever. I don't care.

[Shylock's not going to give him anything that tastes bad.]

Fufu. We do share living quarters, but he is outside of my jurisdiction for the time being. He is the Sutoku Alliance's problem now, and I won't lie that I'm looking forward to how my exorcist acquaintance will be handling him.

[ that goes to emily and ryouma too, but. ehh. it's funnier to see how matoba deals with them in general.

also, it's true that shylock would never give him anything that tastes bad. or anyone, for that matter. but he still likes to egg owen on, so -- ]

Hm? So you don't want me to make you a chocolate cocktail, I take it. I have been wanting to make a cocktail with sweets for a while now, but since you don't care...

Your exorcist acquaintance?

[Owen doesn’t know what Matoba’s deal is… help…

He does agree there’s something funny about knowing there are other people who have to deal with Murr and his impulses. And his everything else.]

What? I didn’t say that. Don’t put words in my mouth.

[Chocolate!! Boozy chocolate!!]

You've met him, didn't you? A certain Matoba Seiji.

[ you know, the guy with one eye and the atrocious vibes not unlike a northerner's. or an easterner, with that personality of his. take your pick.

but yes yes, shylock knows that owen gets suckered in pretty easily when it comes to sweets, so his magic will now do the work of setting up the ultimate mudslide cocktail. the usual accoutrements accompany him on the bar counter, but this time he has to bring out the chocolates and ice cream and the like. yummy. ]

This might be my first time making this type of cocktail, so I trust that you can give me your honest thoughts after I'm done, hm?

That guy? Hah... well, if there's anyone who deserves to field all of Murr's questions.

[He hopes Matoba suffers. That's fantastic, actually.

He watches Shylock, trying to keep his expression as neutral as possible. Everyone already knows about his sweet tooth so there's no point in keeping to appearances, but he can damn well try.]

Have you ever known me to be dishonest, Shylock?

[don't answer that]

[ the one thing they agree on and it's matoba being tormented by murr......

shylock laughs as he starts adding in more ingredients. typically, mudslides are created with vodka, bailey's and kahlua. but since it's owen, shylock's going to add more chocolate into this certain recipe. so in goes those aforementioned beverages, along with some irish creme and chocolate ice cream. no need for a blender either -- he'll just let it spin and blend the shaker with magic. ]

I wonder. Since when was the last time you've ever told the truth?

[He deserves it. Let him burn.]

I tell the truth more often than you would think.

[Now, is that the truth... Mostly, given he's not really sure what Shylock thinks of him, but Owen doesn't lack that much self-awareness. He knows people thinks he's a man who is dishonest and cruel and sadistic, which. Those are true things.

But sometimes it feels a bit exaggerated.]

[ there was that time with the desperaiah, after all. it's just that owen's unpleasant personality makes it hard for anyone to trust him. as for what shylock truly thinks of owen... well, wouldn't he like to know? :)

the shaker settles down on the counter, but before shylock can attend to that, a familiar prickle of pain starts up in his chest once more. his eyes widen before they scrunch up in pain as he grips the counter with one hand and his own heart in the other, giving owen a great sight of his own chest going up in flames. ]

Ghh--

[ no... why now? and why with owen of all people...? ]

[Owen is - mostly - content to sit there while Shylock works, kicking his feet as he waits.

Then Shylock crumples.

Owen blinks, stilling as he watches the flames. He glances up at his face, then back down to the flames, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the bar.]

Oh…?

[He’s grinning, now, eyes bright.]

How unlucky.

[For Shylock. Owen is having a great time.]

[ WOW.

okay you know what, he somehow expected this reaction from owen. and honestly it's a little refreshing? a lot of people who aren't familiar with affliction as a whole are quick to panic, and shylock may have appreciated their help and concern... ]

Ngh, Owen...

[ he manages a smirk amidst all the pain, his knees bucking and down he goes to the ground, clutching at his heart. ]

This is what you wanted to see from me all along... isn't it?

[Shylock collapsing does get Owen to move, the younger wizard standing and sliding over the bar. Shylock can get mad at him for that later, if he wants, but he’s in no position to be angry at Owen right now.

He kneels next to him, pulling at Shylock until the Western wizard’s head is resting on his lap. His entire body is cool, but his hands especially so. His fingertips are almost ice cold, as he strokes his hair.]

It is. The look on your face as you suffer… it’s exquisite. I only wish it wasn’t temporary.

[Okay, Owen.]

[ oya, oya. now this is an interesting turn of events? never did he dream that owen would do this one gesture. most people who'd met him in this state had attempted to get this close to him, but not like this.

well, except for murr, but we all know murr is batshit anyway. nevertheless, despite being in pain, shylock can't help but manage a short chuckle, sucking a breath through his teeth all the while. ]

You like me like this, don't you?

[ the sheer audacity of what's going on here. ]

This is... awfully sweet of you. All that's left is to seal the deal with a kiss.

[ OI ]

[His hand stills, and Owen looks down at Shylock. He's not paying any attention to the fire, instead searching his face for... something.

He grins.]

Is that what you want most at this moment? Someone to treat you kindly, kiss you gently, whisper sweet nothings to you as your heart burns?

[He curls forward, shuffling as he yanks at Shylock's hair, pulling him upright until their faces are almost touching.]

You know I'm not that sweet, though.

[ 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.

[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.]

[ 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...? ]

[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.]

[ boop ]

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oh we in it now

god can't save us now

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