capeandcowl | [the twenty-first] / [video]

[His eyes are peeking betwixt ungloved fingers, wide and wild. Edward does not blink throughout the entire transmission, but his pupils are consistently darting to and fro, darting about at a hummingbird’s pace. He looks disheveled, wretched and yet glowing with some intangible, nigh-golden force.]

I can—I have tried—over these past few hours—youhavetounderstanditisalotto—

[A pause. He seems captivated by something; he takes a deep, sensual breath.]

Cameron—who? Their safety—John and—and—Kyle and GLaDOS and who--? That can’t stop the cold. The lonely—that feeling won’t—look, I’m sorry—

[Grabs at the communicator, shaking it.]

Don’t. Don’t ignore this. The Porter—Don’t attack. I can see it, feel it, God it’s almost like being it, Alastair, don’t yield to that—It can’t end well—bloody hell, someone stop him! Someone stop it.

[A crack in his voice; the strain is apparent.]

Desire. Please. Stop it.

ooc || Eddie’s been hooked to the Threshold! That means he’ll be spewing desires from this permissions post throughout the span of comments here. If your desire wasn’t mentioned in the opening (didn’t want to bullet the material) fret not! Eddie will be sure to play the sibyl to someone.

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[Scathach arrives at the given address. She pauses at the door and then knocks, waiting.]

[After Ai had left, Edward had been crouched against a wall. With the news of Scathach's arrival, however, his demeanor shifted. Smoothed. He opened the door swiftly, cautiously.]

My dear. Come in.

[It was convenient that he invited her into his home before she had to ask him to. That would have been... awkward. She could tell that something about him was off, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Not yet, at least.]

Thank you. [She does enter, mentally sighing once she's past the threshold. She even rewards herself with a tiny smile. Then the Shadow turns to face him, waiting again, standing perfectly still.]

[He stared at her, with every attempt to maintain the propriety that Edward demanded of himself. It was a lost cause; a human being had enough trouble grappling with his own desires, much less the countless of others. Nevertheless, he managed a small smile.]

Excuse my appearance, I--- Would you like anything to drink?

[She could see that he was hardly holding on to control. Of what, she wasn't sure. What she was sure of was that he practically reeked of desire--that was the adjective Teddy had given her, and she knew that it fit perfectly, now.

The redhead shakes her head slightly, and takes a step towards him, green eyes searching his face.] No, thank you.

[She pauses for a moment before offering:]

I can help you.

[He took a deep breath. He realized how vulnerable he was, in this state, with the burning onslaught of others. He wasn't sure how this lovely woman could help him, or how long it would last, but he knew one thing.

She wasn't lying.

Eddie took a step closer, curious.]

How so?

[He still had yet to blink.]

[If she had been a mortal, she would have been shaking; the emotions rolling off him were more than a bit tantalizing. The redhead took another step closer, extending a hand to him.]

I can make it go away. The pain. I can take it away.

[Her grass-green eyes were wide, the cat-like pupils contracted to mere slits. She didn't know what she'd do if he refused, if he wouldn't give her permission.]

[Watching those eyes with no slight wonder, Edward mutely nodded. He just needed a moment, or two or three, of relief. Just needed to once more collect his thoughts. He took her slender hand in his own and grasped it desperately.]

I'm willing.

[A slow sigh escaped her throat, and she stepped closer, taking his hand in both of hers and beginning to align their palms and fingers. The Shadow looked up at him, watching his face.]

You must be still.

[ooc; so the way scatty feeds is that she absorbs emotions/sensations/etc. like i explained. and while she's doing this, the aura of the person she's feeding from appears for a bit--it's just a glow around them, kind of like a second skin. it's more or less just their lifeforce, psyche, whatever you want to call it. but it has a color, so you can pick one for edward--it can be anything at all, something that fits his personality, ambitions, any color at all. (:]

[A relaxed exhale--not the reaction he was expecting, especially from his own body--soon followed. And he obeyed. Shoulders slacking, he closed his eyes and remained absolutely still, his mind flocking with questions about this beautiful stranger. He was, after all, curious by nature.]

ooc || Oooh, delightful. I'll go with a dark green!

[Her fingers were marginally shorter than his, but it didn't matter. She felt the symmetry of their hands and stopped breathing; it wasn't necessary anymore. He might've felt a tug as she started to feed--there was a moment of nothing, and then a light flickered around him a few times before becoming constant. It was green, a swirling film of the darkest shades, covering his whole body. Where their skin touched, it seemed to crackle before tendrils of it peeled away from him, twining their hands together before slipping up her wrist. Then they seemed to be sucked into her forearm like noodles. Mm tasty. She doesn't stop looking at him while she starts, and her eyes flicker and become reflective green disks, the same shade as his aura.

When she speaks, her tone is almost breathless:]

You—are in so much pain.

[He's stunned by the display, by the experience, almost to a point of nigh-oblivion. But he tries to maintain focus, to analyze each and every sensation, every thought. It was a curious thing, the pain being drawn forth. Out of him. Consumed. He tried to focus on her, on her lovely face. Tried to analyze.]

It's--yes. How--do you do this?

[She could feel it all flowing into her own body—the pain, anguish, suffering. And also the desires that he'd been cursed to experience. It was renewing her vitality, putting a bit of color that shouldn't have existed into her pale cheeks. She blinks, but her eyes stay those same, creepy green pools of nothing. She smiles, displaying her overlong incisors.]

It is how I feed. [She becomes serious again.] It will not harm you in the long run—the effects will not last forever. But for a few hours, I can give you peace.

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