prismatica | Voice To Text | Forward Dated to Iris Moon

Is everything alright, Joseph?

[you...you okay, over there?]

Augustine!

[he turns on voice]

There is something terribly wrong with my Moonblessing! I don't understand--I just thought I wasn't affected by the moon, but--and now--and I can't--

[Oh wow, this sounds more serious than he first thought; Sycamore is....worried, but when he speaks, his voice is calm. Soothing.]

It's okay, mon ami. Why don't you tell me what happened? I'm sure there's an explanation.

[There's a shuffling and a sniffle from the phone.]

I just thought that I had been less affected by Sanguis this month--I'd generated quite a bit of Chroma during the previous, I thought it had something to do with that, but--

But--now I can't use my hands!

[And he is very very horny!]

[Can't use his hands? That...doesn't bode well, but Sycamore keeps his voice even - especially since he definitely didn't miss that sniffle...]

The moonblessings like to play tricks on us, don't they? Have your hands transformed?

[Privately thankful he's never had his hands affected...that would certainly be a problem during the hornier periods of Iris. But Joseph isn't Iris, so....surely that won't be an issue.....]

They have! It's--terrible, please...

[A loud swallow]

Would you please come over?

[Oh, is that a friend in trouble?? There's only one thing to do...]

Of course, Joseph. I'll be there soon.

[Not that Sycamore would admit it, but there's something of an ulterior motive to his quick arrival; none of the blessings he's heard of have affected anyone's hands or arms, so...what could it be? Hmm...perhaps something worth adding to his research.

Getting out of his apartment also provides him with a nice distraction, because...well, it's Iris, and as per usual, he's feeling...excited. Thankfully, he's only got his usual ears, rather than anything more intense.]

Are you there, mon ami? It's Augustine.

Augustine--
[There's a sound of desperation mixed with relief from his voice.]

The door is unlocked.

[When Sycamore comes in, he'll find Joseph is sitting on the settee, phone on his lap, his shoulders, chest and arms covered a blanket--though white fur peeks from under it. He looks flushed and desperate.]

Close it, please.

[Ah...well, that door will certainly be closed behind him, after which Sycamore approaches Joseph and crouches down in front of him.]

Are you all right? I came as quickly as I could.

[Those ears of his will twitch slightly, as he tilts his head and takes in the way Joseph is sitting on the settee.]

[Joseph sighs with relief, his tense shoulders seeming to relax a bit. At least he is not alone. His eyes trail to Sycamore's ears...delicate, white, and furred, with cute black tips.

It takes him a moment to shrug the blanket off, unfurling the large white wings that have taken over his arms, his fingers having extended into the delicate framework, leaving only his thumb mobile. Soft, snowy fur extends over his shoulders, around his neck and chest.]

This is wrong!

[Okay, wow...that was certainly not what Sycamore was expecting, but he manages to keep his reaction to just his eyes widening. They're admittedly beautiful wings, but he can certainly understand why Joseph is upset about it.]

Ah...it seems we match.

[What with the white fur, and everything. But his voice is still gentle, rather than teasing.]

Did this happen as soon as Iris came into the sky?

[The comment earns him a little laugh, at least, Joseph's wings folding up by his side as he shifts in the chair to look at him. He appreciates the soft tone--he doesn't need anyone taunting him.]

It did, but... I'm Sanguis, am I not?

[Not anymore, Joseph.]

[Not anymore, Joseph....which is the first thing that pops into Sycamore's head, but perhaps it isn't the best way to phrase it. Hmm.]

I think you may have changed blessings, mon ami.

[His voice is staying gentle, and Sycamore runs a light touch down one of Joseph's wings. Soft...]

I've heard of this happening before. It could be a temporary thing. Either way, I'm confident that once Iris leaves, these will disappear.

[...he knows that isn't much comfort, but. Well. There's no other explanation.]

I am an Iris too [-those ears twitch accordingly-], so you're not alone. Is there any way in which I can help you?

Nnnh...

[A shiver rips through him at the feeling of his wings being touched; he remembers what Yashiro had said about his:

”They’re sensitive.”

But why couldn’t he have had those lovely snowy white ones of his?! Why did he have to give his arms up for these nightmares?

He has to take a breath, tucking them in tighter. ]

I feel...hot.

[....ah. Sycamore would be lying if he said he didn't expect that answer, and the way Joseph trembles once he touches his wing also feels familiar. They certainly are sensitive - he had his own, at one point - and the memory almost makes him shiver as well.

All this talk of heat doesn't help, and he feels those ears of his twitch again. That's one way of putting it, isn't it...]

That's what Iris does to us, I'm afraid. You get used to it, after a little while. But it's certainly uncomfortable.

[He's still crouched in front of Joseph, observing him, still with his head tilted to the side. There's a simple solution - as there always is, to the Iris Problem - but it feels a little...they don't know each other that well, would his friend be offended if he....?]

...if you'd like me to help you with that, I can. But if the thought makes you uncomfortable I'm happy to just provide platonic Chroma. That can help ease it to a degree.

Whatever you would prefer, Joseph.

[He doesn't want to get used to it. He wants the fire of Sanguis back, that feeling of hunger and control. Right now he just feels... hollow. Empty.

He draws his knees up (his ankles lightly furred, toes lengthened and clawed), resting his forehead on them, letting out a long exhale. He hates looking weak, even to someone he considers a new friend, but...]

S'il te plait. Anything. It feels...terrible.

[That deep itch that he can't seem to shake off...]

[That actually makes Sycamore smile softly, and he straightens up so he can run his hands down Joseph's wings; not in a rough manner, by any means, but the touch is a bit more firm than his initial investigation.]

This is what Iris does to you. You'll do anything for...Chroma.

[Despite everything, he's still a bit too polite to say 'you'll do anything to be fucked by someone' out loud. But the implication hangs in the air.]

A bit different to Sanguis, no? I've heard you feel very aggressive, during that blessing.

[He'll continue to stroke Joseph's wings, as he talks, waiting to assess his reaction.]

[Joseph moans, biting down on the claw to try to stifle it, the claws on his feet curling.]

Sanguis feels powerful. This is just...aah-- I want to go back--

Mhmm.

[Powerful...that's what Sanguis is all about, isn't it? It makes him think about Lysandre; tall, muscular Lysandre...he's what Sycamore has always pictured whenever the topic of Sanguis comes up. Doumeki too...also tall, also muscular. Big, masculine men. Joseph is so different to the two of them; a delicate frame, pretty face...so feminine. So different to what he's used to. Admittedly, it makes him curious. He'd certainly shown a lot of personality, when they'd met outside the bakery....and clearly he'd enjoyed being Sanguis. Interesting.

Sycamore continues to stroke those wings, running his fingers down Joseph's shoulders until he's touching his hands, looking down with a smile.]

Is that what you want, mon ami? To feel powerful? Or do you want something else, at the moment?

[Talking it out? Who would have thought that this could work.]

I wish to want to feel powerful! But I just...want to ru--fuh--to make l--Ugh!

[He lets out an irritated harsh flap of his wings, ruffling the other man's hair, tears threatening in his eyes. He's so frustrated!]

[Embarrassingly enough, the way Joseph is ruffling his hair makes Sycamore have to bite back a soft moan. Ah, his weak spot...he really should do something about that...

...not now, however, because it's Iris, and all Iris cares about is making Chroma and making Chroma fast.]

It's okay. You don't have to say it for me.

[He'll keep his hands running along Joseph's wings - keep that contact going - while he lightly clicks his tongue and looks at the settee. This probably won't be the most comfortable place to fulfil Joseph's wishes, but he's not sure if his little friend would like to move around too much, at the moment.]

Is here okay? Whatever you're comfortable with. I can make that feeling go away - at least for a little while.

Here is okay...

[And then, switching to his native tongue, ignoring the translation technology around them--]

{Thank you.}

[Oh! How nice it is, to hear someone speaking his native language...it makes Sycamore smile, as he quickly unbuttons his shirt.]

{It's my pleasure. We're helping one another!}

[There's a very light dusting of white fur across his chest, but it's transparent enough for his skin to still be very visible. Unlike Joseph, it seems Iris has been kind to Sycamore this month...although that isn't to say those white rabbit ears don't twitch approvingly once he gets up on the settee, gently shifting Joseph so that he's lying lengthways along it, on his back.]

{Make sure to tell me what you like, okay? I'll go as fast or as slow as you want.}

{Yes...}

[He closes his eyes for a moment, trying to get in the proper headspace, willing himself to trust Augustine. It's so difficult, when he's used to keeping control, to always staying dominant...but Augustine's hands feel secure, and he takes a deep breath, preparing himself.]

[There's a brief thought that flickers through Sycamore's mind - somewhere amidst all the usual horny gibberish that comes whenever he's about to have sex - noting that this is becoming something of a habit for him; helping Iris friends when their urges become too much. It's a warm thought, a happy one...his friends can relax, and he...well. He certainly never turns down the opportunity to engage in these sorts of activities, so...]

{We'll start slow.}

[And so he does; when he enters Joseph his eyes automatically close, adjusting to the sensations, but he's quick to reopen them and check on Joseph's reaction. There's only one person he's ever received this from, but the experiences have made him empathetic to how...uncomfortable it can be at the start. The last thing he wants - even though he knows Joseph is in the grips of Iris - is to hurt him, or go too fast.]

{How's that?}

[His voice is noticeably rougher, now, but still with that undercurrent of gentleness.]

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