Tyler Tian Huang | 黄泰勒田 (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
asmywitness) wrote2020-03-03 05:40 pm
asmywitness) wrote2020-03-03 05:40 pm
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[[Tyler screens his calls - anyone who tries to actually call him, he'll text back in reply.]]
[Tyler, you're a fucking nerd and she's a combination of things that ultimately ends up in her laughing before replying. It's not bad, but the singlet is sure a fashion piece there.
But, hey, she's not a liar when it comes to this mess. So do enjoy the return reply of her chilling on her couch in a deep blue velvet robe. Totally nothing wrong here, nope.]
You're a fucking nerd.
But, hey, she's not a liar when it comes to this mess. So do enjoy the return reply of her chilling on her couch in a deep blue velvet robe. Totally nothing wrong here, nope.]
You're a fucking nerd.
You started it.
[Mature and eloquent.
And also- look. Maybe a guy can be self-conscious about his body sometimes. Even still, the return photo is nearly identical, save that he's now sitting reclined against the headboard and has removed the singlet, rather than the shirt. He's bi, he knows guys look better with just the shirt than with the singlet, even if he's much more well padded than most models that do it.]
[Mature and eloquent.
And also- look. Maybe a guy can be self-conscious about his body sometimes. Even still, the return photo is nearly identical, save that he's now sitting reclined against the headboard and has removed the singlet, rather than the shirt. He's bi, he knows guys look better with just the shirt than with the singlet, even if he's much more well padded than most models that do it.]
Friday sounds good. I'll make sure my apartment's set up for the time being. [He likes his Pokemon being out and having their space, okay.]
I worry for your surprises. I haven't got space for more Pokemon.
I worry for your surprises. I haven't got space for more Pokemon.
I know I did~ Though much better without the singlet.
[That's fair enough, even if she doesn't quite understand what he's self-conscious about. But she's humming to herself as she tries to figure out what to send next. You know, maybe just casually letting that robe slip a bit. Not showing too much, other than the usual cleavage.]
Doubt I have to tell you that if these get out anywhere that I'll have to kill you.
[That's fair enough, even if she doesn't quite understand what he's self-conscious about. But she's humming to herself as she tries to figure out what to send next. You know, maybe just casually letting that robe slip a bit. Not showing too much, other than the usual cleavage.]
Doubt I have to tell you that if these get out anywhere that I'll have to kill you.
It's not a Pokemon.
[Somebody's getting sign language dumped into his head!]
[Somebody's getting sign language dumped into his head!]
[Tyler mirrors her in response, letting his shirt slide off his shoulders and pushing his hair back into something resembling groomed with one hand, that stays in the photo. It'd look genuine if it weren't for the shit-eating grin lurking on his face.]
I'd like to think that courtesy goes both ways. I certainly don't plan on sharing these. [He likes the concept of having Lydia's private photos to himself.]
I'd like to think that courtesy goes both ways. I certainly don't plan on sharing these. [He likes the concept of having Lydia's private photos to himself.]
[Neeerd. But it's something to be said when she's just grinning even if the subject matter isn't a huge deal.]
I don't share anything well, darling. Nor would I want to.
[She's not a liar. The next one she's shifting around a bit and it's a bit more posed with the top still just cleavage while pulled and shifted at the bottom to just show that copious amount of leg. Oops.]
I don't share anything well, darling. Nor would I want to.
[She's not a liar. The next one she's shifting around a bit and it's a bit more posed with the top still just cleavage while pulled and shifted at the bottom to just show that copious amount of leg. Oops.]
[Tyler replies with a high angle, sitting with his elbow propped on a raised knee and showing off how his pants have been opened and pushed down just enough to reveal dark navy boxer briefs - arguably less than sexy, except that they're pushed down far enough that the top of his pubic hair is visible. His shirt is also fully off his chest now, draped loosely over his raised shoulder as opposed to wearing it, while the other arm is still in sleeve.]
Does that mean I'm private property now? I'm flattered.
Does that mean I'm private property now? I'm flattered.
[Oh, those words cause her a moment of pause. Mmm, there's implications there that she's not sure if she wants to entirely address. Right, focus on the stupidity of this situation instead.
What he gets in return is that kind of pose but the robe is undone at this point, but still covering everything, even though it's clearly open. Angles are everything, after all.
Don't ask how she got it.]
Mm. Just because I let you do as you please doesn't mean you ever weren't. [That makes no sense.]
What he gets in return is that kind of pose but the robe is undone at this point, but still covering everything, even though it's clearly open. Angles are everything, after all.
Don't ask how she got it.]
Mm. Just because I let you do as you please doesn't mean you ever weren't. [That makes no sense.]
Fuck my life there's *two* of them.
[Tyler has to frown at his phone for a moment and parse that response. So... he is private property. And probably has been for a while.
...he can't say he minds that terribly.]
You've made your position on sharing me very clear so far, yes.
[Oh right, photo. His shirt's fully off now - he's not clean-shaven, he just has very little natural body hair - and he's shifted his legs so that he can push his pants further down, showing off a faint strip of skin amongst the pubes as he relaxes into his pillow further. Look he's not as flexible as Lydia he has to make do.]
...he can't say he minds that terribly.]
You've made your position on sharing me very clear so far, yes.
[Oh right, photo. His shirt's fully off now - he's not clean-shaven, he just has very little natural body hair - and he's shifted his legs so that he can push his pants further down, showing off a faint strip of skin amongst the pubes as he relaxes into his pillow further. Look he's not as flexible as Lydia he has to make do.]
[As if it weren't obvious by how she reacted to Solus' everything as being a threat.]
Thought I had.
[This is so stupid and yet the most amusement she's had all day, nor does she mind this type of distraction in the slightest.
But never to be outdone, seems she's taking the sort of same approach even if the lower part of the robe is staying on for now.]
Seems only slightly unfair that you have more clothing on than I do.
Thought I had.
[This is so stupid and yet the most amusement she's had all day, nor does she mind this type of distraction in the slightest.
But never to be outdone, seems she's taking the sort of same approach even if the lower part of the robe is staying on for now.]
Seems only slightly unfair that you have more clothing on than I do.
Seems slightly unfair that your body is far more impressive to show off than mine.
[Not that he's actually upset about it, if the fact he's sending back a photo a minute or two later where he is, indeed naked - and using the blanket to cover it up, just enough that his other hip and thigh are completely bare. His other hand is up on his blush-streaked faced, loosely balled over his mouth. If he lifts his covered leg it would absolutely expose him.]
[Not that he's actually upset about it, if the fact he's sending back a photo a minute or two later where he is, indeed naked - and using the blanket to cover it up, just enough that his other hip and thigh are completely bare. His other hand is up on his blush-streaked faced, loosely balled over his mouth. If he lifts his covered leg it would absolutely expose him.]
Wait. Are you implying that I don't find you attractive??? That's ridiculous.
[Fuck, he's cute, though. What is this.
But hey, if he's going to go that far she can at least indulge in return, somehow playing some nonsense to sit upside down on the couch with the robe precariously covering her lower body some... how...
Don't question it, she's inventive. Sure does show off the whole ridiculous lean waify body bullshit, though.]
[Fuck, he's cute, though. What is this.
But hey, if he's going to go that far she can at least indulge in return, somehow playing some nonsense to sit upside down on the couch with the robe precariously covering her lower body some... how...
Don't question it, she's inventive. Sure does show off the whole ridiculous lean waify body bullshit, though.]
I'm implying that if we were to both get up on your poles, you'd certainly draw a larger audience than me. I know I'm not unattractive, but you're an 11 to my 7.5
[Lord her photos are gorgeous. How do you compete.
Let's try turning a lamp on, as opposed to the main room light, and lifting a leg to black out his bare groin with just shadows, his legs spread wide otherwise and blanket covering his one leg to the hip. His other hand is casually behind his head now. The dim lighting also helps hide his increasing blush somewhat.]
[Lord her photos are gorgeous. How do you compete.
Let's try turning a lamp on, as opposed to the main room light, and lifting a leg to black out his bare groin with just shadows, his legs spread wide otherwise and blanket covering his one leg to the hip. His other hand is casually behind his head now. The dim lighting also helps hide his increasing blush somewhat.]
No, the reason that would happen is because I have years of experience and also tits.
[Being an elf is a cheat code is how.
But she's quiet on replying for the longest moment, trying to figure out exactly what to send back here. Perhaps... Hm.
You know what, what fuck, this is fine. That robe is gone at this point, but at least the couch is hiding a good bit given she's just resting on her stomach with her cheek on her folded arms. How she got that angle to be just right to also show her bare back and ass is questionable.]
[Being an elf is a cheat code is how.
But she's quiet on replying for the longest moment, trying to figure out exactly what to send back here. Perhaps... Hm.
You know what, what fuck, this is fine. That robe is gone at this point, but at least the couch is hiding a good bit given she's just resting on her stomach with her cheek on her folded arms. How she got that angle to be just right to also show her bare back and ass is questionable.]
Greetings, my friend.
Though, I do suppose we have fallen quite far from such a distinction. Nevertheless, I come to you in both peace and good faith. Much have I pondered over our last exchange, as well as the trouble that such an ill proceeding may yet inspire for either of us, and thus I have come to this decision.
You spoke of your wariness towards me, that you believe I withhold information so that I am at an advantage, that I only use my knowledge to, as you put it, fuck with people. It is not forgotten that I remind you of something dreadful from your past, and as such you may never be able to trust someone like me. This I understand, however, I do yet believe we can reach an understanding of some sort, a neutral ground of cooperation, at the very least.
I am not so foolish to believe us to ever be allies, as you have made the impossibility of such quite clear. Regardless, I think it would be wise for you to understand your enemy, if you wish to name me thus. You claimed I kept silent about myself in order to lord such information over others, but I am not here to confirm nor deny your claim. Instead, as I had offered previously, have you questions, I shall answer them.
Honestly, openly, earnestly.
So, come! Learn of your villain. You may leave this exchange pleasantly surprised, or you will be a learned man of his enemy. Bolstered both with weapon and shield against the foul fiend you wish to protect you and yours from. This is naught but advantageous to you, thus I advise you waste not this opportunity.
[This totally has nothing to do with him seeing Hythlodaeus and Tyler interacting, nope.]
Though, I do suppose we have fallen quite far from such a distinction. Nevertheless, I come to you in both peace and good faith. Much have I pondered over our last exchange, as well as the trouble that such an ill proceeding may yet inspire for either of us, and thus I have come to this decision.
You spoke of your wariness towards me, that you believe I withhold information so that I am at an advantage, that I only use my knowledge to, as you put it, fuck with people. It is not forgotten that I remind you of something dreadful from your past, and as such you may never be able to trust someone like me. This I understand, however, I do yet believe we can reach an understanding of some sort, a neutral ground of cooperation, at the very least.
I am not so foolish to believe us to ever be allies, as you have made the impossibility of such quite clear. Regardless, I think it would be wise for you to understand your enemy, if you wish to name me thus. You claimed I kept silent about myself in order to lord such information over others, but I am not here to confirm nor deny your claim. Instead, as I had offered previously, have you questions, I shall answer them.
Honestly, openly, earnestly.
So, come! Learn of your villain. You may leave this exchange pleasantly surprised, or you will be a learned man of his enemy. Bolstered both with weapon and shield against the foul fiend you wish to protect you and yours from. This is naught but advantageous to you, thus I advise you waste not this opportunity.
[This totally has nothing to do with him seeing Hythlodaeus and Tyler interacting, nope.]
[It takes a while for Tyler to get back to him, because A) he still doesn't like Solus, and while he's cooled off down from their argument enough that he doesn't resent the man for that specifically, he's still a bastard, and 2) talking on the network is a full-time commitment when you can't use your hands for other things.
But hey, it's not like he's got anything but time these days.]
I really don't think we had that distinction to begin with.
My not trusting you was an impartial fact, not a petty grievance. That is entirely separate from an unwillingness to work with you, in fact - and I wouldn't have been averse to doing so, Emet-Selch, if you hadn't insisted on taking every opportunity we met in person and turned it into some form of harassment. It's by your own pressing the matter and refusing to leave me alone that I am now both unwilling to trust OR work alongside you.
[solus you're not great at selling your case right now.]
I also feel you've somewhat misinterpreted the relationship I have with my feared one; but then the fault lies with me for explaining it poorly, and yes I do appreciate the irony of that. I did not fear you, nor do I suspect I ever had reason to - not until you made me fear you from your own actions and made what was a passing explanation as to why I might express discomfort into a self-fulfilling prophecy. I don't expect you to know what it's like to have some greater, unnatural, reality-twisting entity ease itself into your heart and mind, until the option to leave - and even awareness of such - is forcibly taken from you. Nor what it cost me personally to fight that off for long enough to save myself, and to still never be free of the damage it caused me and the ones I care about, when the fact I survived at all is a constant and painful reminder. Nor, frankly, should I expect you to - most people wouldn't, even in my own world.
I suppose I should appreciate the opportunity you're willing to offer me here, but I really just don't care. This isn't me slapping your hand away in anger, it's pure indifference to wanting to know more about the man who takes thrills in my discomfort. You're exhausting, and I don't want to invest more energy into a dead end relationship.
But hey, it's not like he's got anything but time these days.]
I really don't think we had that distinction to begin with.
My not trusting you was an impartial fact, not a petty grievance. That is entirely separate from an unwillingness to work with you, in fact - and I wouldn't have been averse to doing so, Emet-Selch, if you hadn't insisted on taking every opportunity we met in person and turned it into some form of harassment. It's by your own pressing the matter and refusing to leave me alone that I am now both unwilling to trust OR work alongside you.
[solus you're not great at selling your case right now.]
I also feel you've somewhat misinterpreted the relationship I have with my feared one; but then the fault lies with me for explaining it poorly, and yes I do appreciate the irony of that. I did not fear you, nor do I suspect I ever had reason to - not until you made me fear you from your own actions and made what was a passing explanation as to why I might express discomfort into a self-fulfilling prophecy. I don't expect you to know what it's like to have some greater, unnatural, reality-twisting entity ease itself into your heart and mind, until the option to leave - and even awareness of such - is forcibly taken from you. Nor what it cost me personally to fight that off for long enough to save myself, and to still never be free of the damage it caused me and the ones I care about, when the fact I survived at all is a constant and painful reminder. Nor, frankly, should I expect you to - most people wouldn't, even in my own world.
I suppose I should appreciate the opportunity you're willing to offer me here, but I really just don't care. This isn't me slapping your hand away in anger, it's pure indifference to wanting to know more about the man who takes thrills in my discomfort. You're exhausting, and I don't want to invest more energy into a dead end relationship.
[He's not surprised this is the response he's been given, but the fact Tyler responded at all is good enough. The fact he called him Emet-Selch is grating, but it's fine. They'd likely find out eventually, but he had hoped he'd be the one to decide that, alas.]
You are ever presumptuous, and that has been your fault from the start. You say I don't know what it's like to have a reality-twisting entity ease into my heart and mind, yet you are absolutely wrong. I do, indeed, know exactly what that is like, for it has been my reality for eons. Mine is named Zodiark.
In my world, such a state is named being "tempered", and there is no hope of escape. Naught but servitude for the rest of your existence, and mine is eternal. How fortunate that you could break free, how fortunate that you've the luxury to cast off such shackles. Mayhap my curiosity with you and yours sprung from this similarity, but every interaction had been painted with a brush dipped in your trauma--a fact I have told you time and again I do not blame you for. However, do not act as if that had no effect on our interactions.
I genuinely apologized to you realizing the fault in such actions, I genuinely wished to make amends, but regardless of what I did, you would see me as naught more than that which enslaved you. Despite my intent, you and Steven both would nary see me as naught more than an unscrupulous instigator, when that was not always the case. I admit my frustration may have gotten the better of me towards the end, but honestly, I have been more than reasonable considering the actions I have been made to suffer for what counts for little more than some ill spoken words.
You are ever presumptuous, and that has been your fault from the start. You say I don't know what it's like to have a reality-twisting entity ease into my heart and mind, yet you are absolutely wrong. I do, indeed, know exactly what that is like, for it has been my reality for eons. Mine is named Zodiark.
In my world, such a state is named being "tempered", and there is no hope of escape. Naught but servitude for the rest of your existence, and mine is eternal. How fortunate that you could break free, how fortunate that you've the luxury to cast off such shackles. Mayhap my curiosity with you and yours sprung from this similarity, but every interaction had been painted with a brush dipped in your trauma--a fact I have told you time and again I do not blame you for. However, do not act as if that had no effect on our interactions.
I genuinely apologized to you realizing the fault in such actions, I genuinely wished to make amends, but regardless of what I did, you would see me as naught more than that which enslaved you. Despite my intent, you and Steven both would nary see me as naught more than an unscrupulous instigator, when that was not always the case. I admit my frustration may have gotten the better of me towards the end, but honestly, I have been more than reasonable considering the actions I have been made to suffer for what counts for little more than some ill spoken words.
Edited 2020-06-17 11:14 (UTC)
[.......oh.
And suddenly, in Tyler's mind, their whole dynamic shifts. Not enough to forgive him, never that, but. Just enough.
It takes a while longer to convince Isis of the fact, so she won't take it on herself to interfere; and a bit more still to steel himself to actually proceed.
Maybe an hour after his message, Solus gets a video call request.]
And suddenly, in Tyler's mind, their whole dynamic shifts. Not enough to forgive him, never that, but. Just enough.
It takes a while longer to convince Isis of the fact, so she won't take it on herself to interfere; and a bit more still to steel himself to actually proceed.
Maybe an hour after his message, Solus gets a video call request.]
[At the lack of response, he figured that was that. Frustrating, but not unexpected. What is, is when he receives a video call request an hour later. It takes him a moment, but he does answer it. His expression is lacking all measure of its usual smugness, instead he just looks vexed and frustrated.
He says nothing, merely waits for Tyler to say--rather sign--the first thing.]
He says nothing, merely waits for Tyler to say--rather sign--the first thing.]
Edited (wow phone tagging strikes AGAIN) 2020-06-17 18:08 (UTC)
Sup.
Hit me up when you get this, I got questions.
Hit me up when you get this, I got questions.
Should I be concerned? I didn't think I ranked so highly as to warrant private contact.
Maybe. I don't know yet. I can't trust Steven's account, and he was spilling his guts about something that involves both of you.
What the fuck is the deal with him and you and Solus?
What the fuck is the deal with him and you and Solus?
Short version, Steven and I are Changelings (even shorter version, mega-PTSD kidnap victims) and Solus reminds us of the creatures that took us. When he acts shitty at us we get war flashbacks.
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