020 - Speak Through My Speech, And Through My Blood - Accidental Video

[worldofourown]

[The feed snaps on in a bathroom. White tiles. Steamed-up mirror. Solomon stands there, barefoot and in trousers. His shirt is unbuttoned, exposing the smooth cut of his chest. Belt-ends dangling, top button of fly undone. The light shows up how pale and fine he is. Bright as a sunflower with curly golden hair clustered around his face. Drops of water still rolling off his skin.]

[Solomon doesn't notice the device. Quietly, his hand traces the line of his jaw, his mouth. He smiles.] .

...Always so impossible to read.

Your eyes shine. But they give nothing away. Were you made like this? Or are you just hollow inside, like a cute dead doll?

[Glimpsing the device, he smirks.]

Enjoying the weekend yet, City~? I certainly am... 

[He's taking the curse eerily well. Against Solomon's sparkling appeal, Karl, with his black hair and hooded eyes, has always been the drab one. Gloomy. You have to look - keep looking - to catch his charms. So few bother to try. But now...]

[He sobers.]

A pity she isn't here...


[OOC: Hit with Bodyswappers, Karl has taken the very purrrty form of his Big Brother. Replies will come from unfavoritenomore.] 

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Private

[sympathyforme]

Being a train wreck is all you're really good for.

Private

[unfavoritenomore]

This body is good for plenty~

[He has no special attachment to his own. He takes pride in being a Chiropteran. In serving Diva. But no joy in being himself.]

Private

[sympathyforme]

Eh. Guess it depends on your standards.

Private

[unfavoritenomore]

I suppose you see enough angelic blonde faces everyday.

[Like Setsuna's.]

Private

[sympathyforme]

Two blond angels in this city. Fairly sure that face is outclassed.

[Add to that the silver-haired ones...]

Private

[unfavoritenomore]

But even between those blonde angels, there'll be one we both prefer best~

[A Cheeeeruuuub.]

Private

[sympathyforme]

Not really that much into blond, really.

Private

[unfavoritenomore]

Redheads?

Or into brunettes, like me?

Private

[sympathyforme]

Heh.

Tell me more about your type.

Private

[unfavoritenomore]

You first~

Private

[sympathyforme]

I can tell you the difference right now.

I actually get some.

Private

[unfavoritenomore]

Oh, are we playing that game?

I wasn't aware puerile scorekeeping was your way.

Private

[sympathyforme]

I'm a teenager, what do you expect?

Private

[unfavoritenomore]

A lit~tle more class, perhaps.

[You are the Devil, and all.]

Private

[sympathyforme]

You're not worth it, fly.

Private

[unfavoritenomore]

...Not a fly tonight~

[A pansy-ass butterfly, maybe?]

Private

[sympathyforme]

You are always a fly and you'll never amount to more.

Private

[unfavoritenomore]

[Le Sigh.]

Jealousy is so unattractive.

Private

[sympathyforme]

Oh, I know. Just look at Rosiel.