event 003: the potions

[atonementmods]

Characters: All.

When: April 1st - 30th

Where: Various locations.

Warnings: None. Please put any warnings in the comment subject if it progresses that way!

The weather will continue to be Spring-like for the rest of this month, with the occasional storm or shower here and there. Once again, all citizen's will be alerted to go to the center of Penance to see about their punishment for the month of April!

As usual, a tent has been set up with plenty of food and drink set up on tables, with another one off to the corner containing letters addressed to each citizen, along with bottles of potion for each. Each person is invited to take a bottle and either drink it now, slip it to someone else, or saved it for later.

The effects are described as being random. The person who consumes the liquid may see the ghost of someone they've harmed in the past that will follow them around, screaming their sins to all around. It mayse severe, nearly deadly pain. It may take away one of the taker's senses, whether it's sight, hearing, touch, smell, or taste, or even all of them.

If citizens would rather go another route, they are free to make use of the Sin Lounge and deliver torture or pain to each other.

For those eager for more, citizens may take as many punishments as they want during the month!

With their new letter collected, it is time for all to decide their new punishment and face it bravely!

Comments

CW: strangulation

[vocarrah]

[Ianchus doesn't hear it over the blood pounding in his ears, his entire body screaming at him. His fingers weakly scrabble at Jezebel, hooking into his shirt and digging into his skin underneath--it's only partially lust, the rest desperation and, well, the need to be close to someone, as consciousness starts to drift from him.

It's an ugly thing, choking, the way the tongue hangs out of the mouth, the change in the face's colour, the sounds, but to him it's always been like standing at the edge of a cliff, and plunging off. the same thrill, toeing around death, the overstimulation of his body as it cries for air.

His fingers spasm against Jezebel again. Ah, but it's a strange night in Penitence.]

CW: strangulation

[delilahs_death]

[Jezebel starts to ease off of his throat, thumbs slowly loosening from his neck. He could keep going, push Ianchus into unconsciousness, let him fade into black and eventually rise back up.

But there's no promise he could do that without accidentally killing him first. Jezebel almost feels glad that he's even thinking that far ahead, instead of pushing on entirely blind.

So he lightens his hold in increments, letting the air flow back in and holding Ianchus' head steady as his hands ease off of him, eventually letting him breathe freely and come back to himself.]

CW: strangulation

[vocarrah]

[If Jezebel asked him, and if he somehow could answer, Ianchus would probably, in the heat of the moment, have told him to keep going. Go all the way.
It's something he's thought about a lot.

His eyelids flutter, and suddenly he's wracked with a coughing fit as his damaged throat spasms. He doubles over, one hand holding onto his throat (the bruises visible under his fingers), his other hand gripping Jezebel's shirt]

CW: strangulation

[delilahs_death]

[Jezebel lets him grip at his shirt, letting him do whatever he needs to recover as the air rushes back to him. For the moment, Jezebel holds his shoulders, keeping him from doubling over far enough to topple to the floor. Whenever he's recovered enough to stay upright, he can do more, but for the moment he stays and steadies him just enough that he doesn't crash onto the ground.]

CW: strangulation

[vocarrah]

[Finally the coughing dies down, though he's still shaking. He manages to lift his head, sways a little, and then keeps himself straight. His eyes clear, tears still at the corners, and he wipes his mouth with the hand that isn't holding onto Jezebel. Unlike the other tortures, this is something he's familiar with.

And he's grinning at Jezebel, his heart still pounding. The excitement has come flooding back--has always been there, in fact.]

[delilahs_death]

[Jezebel holds him steadily throughout, hands as firm on his shoulders as they were at his throat. He can see the bruises blossoming around his neck, the way the blood begins to flow normally under his skin.

And then Ianchus looks at him, letting him see the excitement in his eyes and he grins, huffing out a small laugh at Ianchus' clear delight.]

Enjoy yourself?

[vocarrah]

[Ianchus opens his mouth to speak, utters a raw croak, coughs, and then tries again.]

That was...quite the rush.

[He closes his eyes, aware of Jezebel's hands on his shoulders, admiring their strength. He hadn't expected that, and he idly wonders whether he would be able to fight his way out of those hands if Jezebel did decide to use them to kill him.]

[delilahs_death]

Good to hear.

[There is a little bit of a thrill from Jezebel's side as well, that he could bring someone so close to the edge and let him come back from it all the same. That he had gotten close enough that he could have killed Ianchus and he didn't, hadn't even really been tempted to. It's such a strange, odd thing, but it's something.]

[vocarrah]

[Ianchus notices the hint of excitement in Jezebel, as well, and his own heart skips a beat. He's never just done this, sat down to be choked by another willing participant--it's usually a sex thing for him, something meant for the heat of the moment. Something about the action on its own, so focused and removed from anything else, so sterile, brings an entirely different kind of thrill.

He stares at Jezebel with bleary eyes, and then (perhaps his own mind is still addled from lack of oxygen, he thinks to himself) reaches up from his shirt--slow enough for the other man to pull away--to run his fingers down a lock of Jez's hair, which is hanging down in front of his eyes.]

[delilahs_death]

[Jezebel doesn't pull away, letting him toy with the hair dangling in front of his face. It's struck him as well that this has all been chaste, in its own strange way. On theme with everything else he'd done that night, choking Ianchus had been almost clinical, even with Ianchus' desires for more clear as he'd been strangled.

His hands go to Ianchus' back, holding him up while letting him continue to touch him if he wishes to.]

[vocarrah]

[Ianchus wraps the lock around his two forefingers and strokes it with a thumb, marvelling at how soft it is, thinking about how nice Jezebel's hands feel against his back.

It's been a long time since he's been close to anyone like this, though this is...certainly a different kind of closeness. He's missed the touch of another person, and he decides to take one more chance, letting go of Jezebel's hair and lightly leaning his forehead against the other man's chest.

He's only there briefly, before he sits up again (swaying a little), not wanting to extend himself or push any boundaries.]

[delilahs_death]

[Jezebel lets him rest against him, quietly palming the back of his head when he does so. He isn't used to this, not from anyone, certainly not from anyone who knew who really was. But that didn't mean he minded it, or disliked it.

...in truth, he really wasn't sure what he felt about it at all.

When Ianchus pulls away, he doesn't resist that either, drawing his hand away from his head and letting him sit back.]

You're very strange.

[In his own weird way, he almost sounds affectionate when he says it.]

[vocarrah]

[Ianchus had wanted to stay that way, his face against Jezebel's chest, Jezebel's hand in his own hair, but he knows better. Don't move too fast.

Instead he sits back, leaning back on his arms, cocking a half-smile up at Jezebel. There's a pleased flush in his cheeks, though the exertion of the evening is finally hitting him.]

I suppose it's part of my charm.

[It's hard for him to hide how pleased he sounds at the words. If he were prone to shyness, he would likely be flustered.]

[delilahs_death]

[He lets out a tiny laugh at that, both at the words but also at the pleased tone and the strange, surreal situation they were in.

But still, it wasn't an unpleasant one, all the same.]

Perhaps. Though in my best attempts at not killing you, perhaps I should leave you to rest.

[He can see the exertion wearing him down, too. Even if Ianchus enjoyed the latter part of it, he'd still been tortured all evening, consensually or not.]

[vocarrah]

[It hits him that he's spent the last few hours being bound, electrocuted, then strangled, after a few weeks of doing nothing but sulking in his own mire...and finally, his mind and body catch up and he realizes how heavy everything feels. He puts a hand up to his face and rubs his eyes.]

I suppose all things must end.

[Without warning he falls back, hitting the mattress with a dull "thump", still staring up at Jezebel.]

You're quite welcome here any time, Doctor.

[Perhaps he should keep it a little cleaner.]

[delilahs_death]

I'll keep that in mind for another time.

[For the moment, he should let Ianchus sleep off everything he's had inflicted on him. Jezebel withdraws himself carefully from Ianchus, gently pulling himself away.]

Good night, then. I'm sure I'll see you soon.

[And with that he leaves, walking quietly out to the street before heading to his own house.]