DEDICATED HENRATURRA POST;

[vecna]

(( when the sun sets, we're both the same ))

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[vecna]

[She can still have all of this. But as Henry waits in front of the mirror, simply happy to be near and intimate with her again, he will wear his smile as he teases and appreciates.]

Well.

[Leans back on his palms, closer to her.]

I’m sure you can wring an ecstatic expression out of me with whatever you had in mind.

[velluminous]

I do not believe your face capable.

[ it is only ever soft smiles or incandescent rage. ]

[vecna]

[wow just because his icons are like that-]

Come over here and prove yourself wrong.

[velluminous]

[ ah, but then she wouldn't be able to enjoy the taut line his body makes when he leans back like this. tense thigh muscle and his shoulder blades tucked... how his back arches, and his arms brace, and his pectoral muscles lift a little in a way that makes her very badly want to cup and pinch. ]

Patience.

[ says the hypocrite.

the harness, lacking in any appendage for now, lays near the edge of the bed. she plucks it up and begins the work of the many, many buckles. it has the slightest, vaguest look of a spider web, perhaps. ]

[vecna]

[He remains leaning like that, watching. The only thing that seems to move is the lifting arch of his brow.

And oh my. That is, indeed, many, many buckles.]

...How long have you been hiding that away?

[velluminous]

Hiding? Please. It has hardly been tucked away—

[ wait. hadn't she left it wrapped in a cloth? THE CHILDREN COULD HAVE FOUND IT?? ]

[vecna]

[oh my god]

...What is it?

[velluminous]

I think they play with it.

[ it's fine. it's fine! it's new, it hasn't been used, it's fine— ]

[vecna]

[




Sorry, he just has to laugh, gentle but somehow resonant in how funny he finds that. The mental image of one of the mushrooms running around with her harness-]

They what? How do you... how do you know?

[velluminous]

Because I wrap it in cloth before putting it under there!

[vecna]

[Help. Laughing more, he’s sorry.]

[velluminous]

[ NO HE'S NOT ]

Stop that!

[vecna]

It’s not like it’s— [help him] They probably just ran around with it for a little bit. You know they have no idea what it is.

[velluminous]

I prefer not to think of it!

[ she turns around, purple-faced, and crawls off the bed to start shuffling through the mess on the dresser. oils in little, ornate bottles. in the half-open drawer, lacy panties abundant... and buried amongst them, glass. glass plugs. glass eggs. glass penises.

there's no sign of mushroom encroachment here. good. ]

[vecna]

[Good, no mushroom encroachment in the sex drawer. That is a real sentence you made me type.]

Is everything else safe...?

[velluminous]

[ sags, gripping the drawer in both hands. ]

Safe.

[vecna]

[Sprezzatura…]

Then it’s fine.

[velluminous]

I am going to lock this.

[vecna]

I can just tell them not to rummage around in that drawer. They’ll listen to me.

[They may be sons, but they are still familiars.]

[velluminous]

... good. Da. Do this.

[vecna]

I will. So no more worries, okay? [They're good mushroom kids!]

[velluminous]

[ hi! her name is Sprezzatura Vaux, and she never, ever worries about things.

she turns back to him with a glass......... dildo. in her hand. ]

Entire mood is ruined.

[vecna]

[…Oh.

He’s getting a better idea of what she has in mind, here, if the harness was not already clue enough.]

Not for me. It looks like you’re really going to [ruin] spoil me.

[velluminous]

[ it's ruined to her!! nothing now feels natural or erotic, but rather like fumbling through a half-understood scenario. hitting the wrong beats, saying the wrong things. half of her mind on the mushrooms at every moment. ]

So, when I say I want to put my cock in you, you think I am not meaning it.

[vecna]

[One might say she overthinks too much.]

Did I say that? It’s more like the reality starts to set in as soon as I start seeing the… accoutrements come out.