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Hey love, I have some good news and bad news

That's never a worrisome start to things. Go on.

You ever have a fantasy of being sandwiched between two of me?

... Well now I will be.
Why do you do these things to me?

Also, did you magically clone yourself?

I wish, then I could better predict why he's kind've an ass

sorry that's the bad news.

the good news is there's someone else wandering around with my face. His eyes are blue and his hair is brown and his accent's weird, but all seems same otherwise.

His name's Aloïs, I think he's a rogue.

Kind of an ass in what way?
I mean, we know a lot of people who are kind of an ass.
Like guys that tell you they love you but they're really bad boyfriends and that works out.

Okay, questions.

Rogue as in criminal element which we totally are not. >.>
We believe that, right? But seriously, define that from your perspective.
If he's an ass, are you into watching me with you or being with you? No wrong answer here.

Also weird like my accent?

He's an ass cause he was just immediately aggressive and accused me of shapeshifting and seemed to flinch when I put my wings away.

[Then called Chris out for acting diplomatic at him, for choosing pretty words and accused him of using his looks to get what he wants and generally just...seeing way too much of Chris in one meeting than he typically liked. Though, admittedly, he'd done much the same to Alois in return.]

He's a rogue as in like I'm a cleric. He specializes in daggers and fighting quick, probably dexterous and flexible and good at sneaking off into the shadows as he likes.

And full honest? I'd make out with him and maybe pin him against a wall to know if we make the same sounds when I'm fucking his brains out, if given half a chance.
If he's not a jerk to you, you're welcome to it, but doubt he'd want me there.

If you like him more, though, I might be hurt.

[He types it like it's a joke but he's...almost disquieted to realize it's not really a joke at all.

He wasn't the jealous type, except for when it was himself, apparently.]

Edited 2022-06-03 23:34 (UTC)

[ Caleb reads over the messages. Twice. He considers it all and then those last words.

He knows his answer. ]

Eh. I mean, he's obviously hot but honestly? I obviously have the superior model.
He could have been the shapeshifter and blaming you to hide that. What kind of attitude is that?

I've dealt with enough men in this place with attitudes like that from the sounds of it that I don't think I have an interest in being with someone just because they look like someone I love.

I have the man I love.

[That swirl if insecurity in him flares and dies down and there's a sting in his eyes he blinks away. He should probably tell Caleb his fear: that he's the copy because he changed himself and had stolen the man's face somehow...but even trying to type it didn't work it out of his head, like if he put it down than it might possibly be true.]

You didn't have to say that.
But thank you for doing it anyway.

We know how this place is, if you two end up in a situation together, don't feel poorly for it, but if he treats you wrong you tell me immediately.

[Oh...]

He sounds like the Chevalier, by the way, his accent

I know I don't have to. I wouldn't lie to you or play games with you.
If I hadn't meant it, I wouldn't have said anything.

I met you. I fell in love with you. I'm not looking for a replacement, or a matched set, or anything of the like. I love you.

We do know how this place is, and that's one thing, but doesn't sound like anyone I'm going to be seeking out.

That sounds familiar, the name. I don't think I know them.

I know you wouldn’t, Caleb. That’s part of why I love you.

[His rock, of sorts: there from the start and so painfully earnest at times…but in a way Chris could rely on.]

The chevalier is a dick and better you’ve not come across him.

At least I will say Alois just seems rough at the edges. Wary in a way that comes out sharp on others.

I don’t trust him at all, but I mean to keep an eye out on him to see if I’m right or wrong.

And here I thought it was because I'm a sexy bitch.

[ He loves hearing it, or reading it, but he can't help himself either. ]

If I met your doppelganger, I'll see how he acts but I'm glad to know.

Even if I don't think I can ever mistake anyone else for you.

Well that too, of course. Who can compare with your abs?

Thanks Caleb. I'd not fault you for it if you did, even just a moment.

And that's why I swim daily. Just so you are enthralled to my abs.

Yeah well... this place screws with things but I am not interested in someone that is you but really isn't. Maybe I'll have to put a magical marker on you.

[There's a small pause.]

You'd want to?

Would I want to never make that mistake, no matter what the person was like because they're not you? Yeah. I don't ever want to make that mistake if I can avoid it.

Would I do it if it's something that would bother you? Absolutely not.

No I meant

[What did he mean? How did he put this feeling into words?]

Would you want to leave a permanent mark on me? Something like a show of [every word sounds too harsh or too presumptive or not enough] attachment?

[Caleb stares at the messages for longer than he means to, worrying he'll say the wrong thing.

Then he just goes with the most honest answer he has.]

More than I think you know, and its a mutual desire for you to do the same to me.

If you want.

[There’s a surge of emotion through him and he wishes, not for the first time, that he was better at this. Did other people feel things, know what they were feeling, and know what to do about it without needing to analyze every angle? That would be nice.

He can pick out two things immediately: thrumming anticipation and sharp fear.]

I think I’d kind of love it if you did? The claim of it. I don’t deny I travel many beds, but there’s very very few I’m in love with enough to let mark me permanent. It’d be nice if they did.

As for the reverse, the sentiment is the same but the thought just sent a chill in my bones
What if I fuck it up?
What if it’s not good enough?
What if you hate whatever it is?

[ Part of Caleb wishes they had this talk in person but then he's glad it's not. It's talking it out and the emotions, and love, and all of it can come later when Caleb isn't likely to get too sappy about this.

Because it's how he feels. All of this, having this talk and planning this, feels amazing. ]

Who we sleep with has nothing to do with who we love. And who we love has nothing to do with loving the next we choose.

One thing I've always had was the ability to love wholly, whoever I wanted to love and that hasn't changed here.

I would love to mark you with my love anytime you're willing.

As for you marking me? You can't mess it up.
Not if it's coming from you, about how you feel.
But if you're not ready for that, there's no pressure.
Just know that for me? You can't mess it up and there's no way I could ever hate anything that shows your love for me.

[He thinks a long moment, his fingers hovering over the keys. He knows his real answer, he knows how he feels and how much it would mean to him to have that mark now that he’s thinking about it, but that isn’t all that’s in his head.
He feels silly typing it out.]

Im afraid you’ll change your mind or realize I’m not that great a fit and then be stuck with this permanent mark as reminder

I wouldn't. I would still cherish what we had that made me want that mark to begin with.
I love you, and I can't imagine anything making me regret that. Even if things somehow changed between us.

But I want both of us comfortable with things.
If you aren't ready, I can wait for you to mark me but the offer always stands, and I'll always be happy for it to happen.

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