[ wow!! well, that was a fucking month. but for shylock it was just another tuesday, as someone who's been a sage's wizard for hundreds of years. at the back of his mind he knew that something magical was afoot, but western wizards don't always have the attention span for those things...
still, it was truly a miracle that he was able to get out of it scot-free (but with an ugly-ass watch he now has to wear, ew), but he can't say the same for his human friend. poor johannes had returned to their abode looking like a cat who'd gotten into a scuffle in the alleys, complete with a stab wound to boot, and rather than be terrified out of his wits, shylock had assisted him out of those clothes, treated his wounds with what little he knows of human first-aid, and tucked him into bed. and that was the end of that.
except no... no we have to get grosser. curiosity is one of the more striking traits a western wizard would have, and while shylock isn't as nosy as the rest of them, he does need to poke around every now and then. he doesn't want to rely on his human benefactor all the time? the guy who... apparently has a rather odd collection of outfits, like this maid one that shylock found in one of the closets. first of all, why does he even have this when they don't have any maids around? did he really take shylock's teasings about cooking and cleaning for him at heart? what a reprehensible man.
...hm.
johannes should still be in bed at this time; shylock had forbade him to get up and get out there after all that shit last month. whatever the human's doing to entertain himself for the meantime will have to be put on hold as the door opens and reveals shylock in said maid outfit, complete with pristine thigh-highs and an ever-serene smile on his face as he enters the threshold with a tray filled with food. thanks to the previous sage, shylock had no problem preparing earth food for the most part - he even brought along another glass of orange juice for himself because why not. ]
I trust you've been feeling much better, Johannes?
[ he places the tray on the nearby table as he sets up the mini table onto the bed. haha you think shylock's gonna spoonfeed you? nah bitch ]
Here, please sustain yourself. You have me worried sick. [ despite his patient smile, of course. ]
[ no baby bird mama bird? :( anyway, he'd just finished fucking around with the lamp on the nightstand.
no, really. this morning brought johannes a fair number of things. a few additional flickers of another life and -- most importantly -- one of those newfound abilities that others like noah had developed. a side-effect of getting mcslashed by a magic sword several times? no... no, this was always his. either way, it makes the forced bedrest somewhat bearable. going around receiving echoes of what he's already experienced, through the lens of something that's simply existed in the room. fascinating. even the fact that it seems to have forced him into silence is so terribly, terribly amusing.
then the morning brings him one more thing. luna leaps from her spot on the bed to leave when shylock walks in with his outfit, as if sensing just how disgusting this is. johannes, for once, considers this scene with genuine surprise. just for a moment. though his curse makes that little moment seem much longer than it really is.
... excuse him. he shifts to grab his phone with his non-bandaged arm, beckoning shylock's eyes to the screen as he finishes typing the following during shylock's set up period: ]
Worried enough to ruin my surprise? How like you to find the opportunity, Shylock.
[ yup there sure is no explanation for why he's communicating like this. no mention of his magical new abilities.
[ we barely started and already i want off this ride
and speaking of luna leaving, poor girl. shylock has already prepared her food outside, at least. shylock tilts his head slightly at the message on johannes' phone, letting out a soft giggle as he places his other man's food onto said table. ]
Fufu. Do forgive me for stunning you into silence. Does this outfit not good on me? It begs the question of who it is for in the first place.
[ johannes are you into this. don't be shy. shylock is absolutely the last person to ever judge what you're into. in fact a meido kink is very tame and a little boring compared to such exciting fetishes like... the moon. and........ the sheer concept of loneliness.
lord. ]
Moreover, you speak as if you know me at all, dear Johannes. Though I did keep my end of the bargain of being able to cook and clean for you, so I suppose it is only appropriate that I dress the part.
johannes is not into this? except he's also not not into this, which is arguably worse. it's not, like, even the maid outfit... that's not the kink here. though he can certainly acknowledge lesser men and women have likely been torn apart by shylock's distant tomthottery. he isn't ignorant.
at the phrase "stunned into silence", johannes brings two fingers to gently touch his own throat with a silent laugh, before he shifts his attention back to his phone to type his next words. ]
I wouldn't say to know you intimately, no. But. Am I wrong to assume you enjoy this somewhat? Did I not guess your size correctly? Do give me some credit along with breakfast.
[ UGH
he pauses, adding in one more thing before he finally turns the phone for shylock to see what he's typed: ]
I'll leave my thoughts on it all to your imagination. I cannot speak them, after all.
[ DOUBLE UGH
that's the last thing he'll type before he tucks his phone away to the side, shifting somewhat to make his position more comfortable. his injury does ache terribly, and it'd be a lie to say it doesn't show a bit -- but he's handling it fine, all things considered.
as he steadies himself, he makes a gesture with his hand, as if inviting shylock to come closer. look, he'll offer to share. ]
[ oh? that gets him to blink twice quizzically. murr was able to talk last night; couldn't even shut the fuck up about something as shylock tended to his dire wound. so for him to be rendered speechless overnight is more than a little odd. maybe magic's afoot? it's easier to blame everything on the moon for all the oddities that's happening in this rather mundane town...
but maybe vitae isn't so mundane after all. ]
So you bought this with me in mind? I'm very touched. [ he means it, he swears. even though his supposed bashful smile looks anything but. ] It's a rather snug fit, but I'll give you my measurements next time you decide me to surprise me like this.
[ he's used to it. it's his way of indulging chloe back home. but this isn't chloe so the sentiments don't feel the same. help ]
It is very odd that you are suddenly rendered silent upon waking up this morning, however. Did your voicebox finally give up on you after all your inane rambling? [ good, ] Do let me know if it hurts to swallow.
[ because he just changed his mind about not feeding johannes himself - it's so sad to leave this poor human hanging like this when he offered to share his breakfast. so he takes up the spoon, scoops up a bit of rice and egg, and directs it to his patient's mouth. ]
[ sometimes you do pick up a wizard boomer who will feed you when you get stabbed. sometimes things like that do happen. and despite how out there this scenario is, even this carries some trace of familiarity. some? yeah.
which really makes him wonder.
inane rambling, though. shylock really gonna drag him like that when he can't make a quip back. what a comment to precede this act -- an act johannes absolutely is playing into, by the way. because who really is going to develop a sense of shame when it comes to pursuing these fragments of his? not him, that's for sure. unfortunately for me. unfortunately for us.
also he can't say ahh, asshole. however, he can lean forward slightly. maintain eye contact up until the point where he opens his mouth and gets fed, drawing back afterwards as if this is all very, very normal. the neutral smile on his face definitely says it doesn't hurt when he swallows and, while the food don't quite hit like shylock's booze does... it's still good, if not simple.
next, a palm facing upwards lazily placed between them. he did say he would share, so perhaps he means to share the experience? or he may be aiming to see how shylock reacts to such a thing, honestly.
[ johannes may not be able to speak at the moment, but that contented look on his face says it all. shylock smiles, and all but resists the urge to pet him on the head, ruffling his hair, like how he would reward his catted boy back home. it's just so tempting to do so, but he has to remind himself that this man is nothing compared to murr - even if he did meow right back at him in return. ew.
he did entertain the thought that the men are connected in some way for a fleeting moment, before brushing it away. even if that were true, well... it's not that easy to please shylock in the first place. so johannes gets NOTHING. for now.
in the meantime, shylock will treat himself to a bite of breakfast as well, using the same spoon he'd just used with johannes because why not make this even more disgusting. ]
Well. Since you're doing so well, rendered mute aside... I meant to ask this before the latter part of the month happened, and going through your library made me remember - this Harry Potter series of books are all about wizards, yes?
not that johannes is paying particular attention to shylock doing something so UNSANITARY. no, his main amusement is aimed towards the question that's... mildly about a subject he's been personally skirting around.
hm.
shylock surely is adjusting well, isn't he? look at him, making pop culture references now. what a time to be rendered silent...
johannes exhales a tad, something like a soundless chuckle escaping him at both the situation and the topic. he can't offer more than a nod as a quick, direct answer to shylock's question, but he does reach over to the phone he'd previously discarded to elaborate. those echoes he's received of that other, distant him (perhaps?) already paint quite a different picture, so perhaps what shylock's expecting is something entirely different as well.
oh, there's his phone. give him a second. ]
I'm a bit hurt that you're asking about another author's work before my own, Shylock.
[ SHUUT UPPP like this man has the proper capacity to be hurt. showcasing that stupid little comment before he slowly withdraws his hand to type some more: ]
[ he's learning! for better or for worse. though he'll eternally be known as a hot, sexy boomer to everyone's eyes, he'd still need to "get with the times", as the human kids of this world would say. the previous sage has gone on and on about more modern terms back when he was still around to lead the chosen wizards, so it's not like shylock is entirely unfamiliar with what this world is spouting out...
maybe the previous sage has mentioned harry potter at some point? shylock could not recall. ]
I'd normally stroke your ego by telling you that your works are far better than this... J.K. person has written up, but in truth I have yet to pick up one of your books. Perhaps I shall tell you what I really think about them some other time.
[ can't believe i can get away w typing that sentence but there's no taking it back now ]
Anyway, those books are all about a wizard's adventures in the world, and I'm fascinated at other humans' interpretations on what a "wizarding world" is like. It... well, it reminded me that I have not told you this since the day we met.
I am a wizard, dear Johannes. And it is up to you whether you believe me or not.
[ okay, there. the secret is out. though shylock has an inkling that johannes has already known from the start and is just playing along to his whims, which... is going to tick shylock off a bit, tbh. like wtf man ]
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still, it was truly a miracle that he was able to get out of it scot-free (but with an ugly-ass watch he now has to wear, ew), but he can't say the same for his human friend. poor johannes had returned to their abode looking like a cat who'd gotten into a scuffle in the alleys, complete with a stab wound to boot, and rather than be terrified out of his wits, shylock had assisted him out of those clothes, treated his wounds with what little he knows of human first-aid, and tucked him into bed. and that was the end of that.
except no... no we have to get grosser. curiosity is one of the more striking traits a western wizard would have, and while shylock isn't as nosy as the rest of them, he does need to poke around every now and then. he doesn't want to rely on his human benefactor all the time? the guy who... apparently has a rather odd collection of outfits, like this maid one that shylock found in one of the closets. first of all, why does he even have this when they don't have any maids around? did he really take shylock's teasings about cooking and cleaning for him at heart? what a reprehensible man.
...hm.
johannes should still be in bed at this time; shylock had forbade him to get up and get out there after all that shit last month. whatever the human's doing to entertain himself for the meantime will have to be put on hold as the door opens and reveals shylock in said maid outfit, complete with pristine thigh-highs and an ever-serene smile on his face as he enters the threshold with a tray filled with food. thanks to the previous sage, shylock had no problem preparing earth food for the most part - he even brought along another glass of orange juice for himself because why not. ]
I trust you've been feeling much better, Johannes?
[ he places the tray on the nearby table as he sets up the mini table onto the bed. haha you think shylock's gonna spoonfeed you? nah bitch ]
Here, please sustain yourself. You have me worried sick. [ despite his patient smile, of course. ]
me staring at my hands
no, really. this morning brought johannes a fair number of things. a few additional flickers of another life and -- most importantly -- one of those newfound abilities that others like noah had developed. a side-effect of getting mcslashed by a magic sword several times? no... no, this was always his. either way, it makes the forced bedrest somewhat bearable. going around receiving echoes of what he's already experienced, through the lens of something that's simply existed in the room. fascinating. even the fact that it seems to have forced him into silence is so terribly, terribly amusing.
then the morning brings him one more thing. luna leaps from her spot on the bed to leave when shylock walks in with his outfit, as if sensing just how disgusting this is. johannes, for once, considers this scene with genuine surprise. just for a moment. though his curse makes that little moment seem much longer than it really is.
... excuse him. he shifts to grab his phone with his non-bandaged arm, beckoning shylock's eyes to the screen as he finishes typing the following during shylock's set up period: ]
Worried enough to ruin my surprise?
How like you to find the opportunity, Shylock.
[ yup there sure is no explanation for why he's communicating like this. no mention of his magical new abilities.
just maid. ]
this is a cry for help
and speaking of luna leaving, poor girl. shylock has already prepared her food outside, at least. shylock tilts his head slightly at the message on johannes' phone, letting out a soft giggle as he places his other man's food onto said table. ]
Fufu. Do forgive me for stunning you into silence. Does this outfit not good on me? It begs the question of who it is for in the first place.
[ johannes are you into this. don't be shy. shylock is absolutely the last person to ever judge what you're into. in fact a meido kink is very tame and a little boring compared to such exciting fetishes like... the moon. and........ the sheer concept of loneliness.
lord. ]
Moreover, you speak as if you know me at all, dear Johannes. Though I did keep my end of the bargain of being able to cook and clean for you, so I suppose it is only appropriate that I dress the part.
[ gross ]
i cant be here anymore
johannes is not into this? except he's also not not into this, which is arguably worse. it's not, like, even the maid outfit... that's not the kink here. though he can certainly acknowledge lesser men and women have likely been torn apart by shylock's distant tomthottery. he isn't ignorant.
at the phrase "stunned into silence", johannes brings two fingers to gently touch his own throat with a silent laugh, before he shifts his attention back to his phone to type his next words. ]
I wouldn't say to know you intimately, no.
But.
Am I wrong to assume you enjoy this somewhat? Did I not guess your size correctly?
Do give me some credit along with breakfast.
[ UGH
he pauses, adding in one more thing before he finally turns the phone for shylock to see what he's typed: ]
I'll leave my thoughts on it all to your imagination.
I cannot speak them, after all.
[ DOUBLE UGH
that's the last thing he'll type before he tucks his phone away to the side, shifting somewhat to make his position more comfortable. his injury does ache terribly, and it'd be a lie to say it doesn't show a bit -- but he's handling it fine, all things considered.
as he steadies himself, he makes a gesture with his hand, as if inviting shylock to come closer. look, he'll offer to share. ]
this isn't the worst of it yet,
but maybe vitae isn't so mundane after all. ]
So you bought this with me in mind? I'm very touched. [ he means it, he swears. even though his supposed bashful smile looks anything but. ] It's a rather snug fit, but I'll give you my measurements next time you decide me to surprise me like this.
[ he's used to it. it's his way of indulging chloe back home. but this isn't chloe so the sentiments don't feel the same. help ]
It is very odd that you are suddenly rendered silent upon waking up this morning, however. Did your voicebox finally give up on you after all your inane rambling? [ good, ] Do let me know if it hurts to swallow.
[ because he just changed his mind about not feeding johannes himself - it's so sad to leave this poor human hanging like this when he offered to share his breakfast. so he takes up the spoon, scoops up a bit of rice and egg, and directs it to his patient's mouth. ]
Say ahh.
every day we stray further from god's light
which really makes him wonder.
inane rambling, though. shylock really gonna drag him like that when he can't make a quip back. what a comment to precede this act -- an act johannes absolutely is playing into, by the way. because who really is going to develop a sense of shame when it comes to pursuing these fragments of his? not him, that's for sure. unfortunately for me. unfortunately for us.
also he can't say ahh, asshole. however, he can lean forward slightly. maintain eye contact up until the point where he opens his mouth and gets fed, drawing back afterwards as if this is all very, very normal. the neutral smile on his face definitely says it doesn't hurt when he swallows and, while the food don't quite hit like shylock's booze does... it's still good, if not simple.
next, a palm facing upwards lazily placed between them. he did say he would share, so perhaps he means to share the experience? or he may be aiming to see how shylock reacts to such a thing, honestly.
i am so tired ]
no subject
he did entertain the thought that the men are connected in some way for a fleeting moment, before brushing it away. even if that were true, well... it's not that easy to please shylock in the first place. so johannes gets NOTHING. for now.
in the meantime, shylock will treat himself to a bite of breakfast as well, using the same spoon he'd just used with johannes because why not make this even more disgusting. ]
Well. Since you're doing so well, rendered mute aside... I meant to ask this before the latter part of the month happened, and going through your library made me remember - this Harry Potter series of books are all about wizards, yes?
[ oh boy ]
no subject
not that johannes is paying particular attention to shylock doing something so UNSANITARY. no, his main amusement is aimed towards the question that's... mildly about a subject he's been personally skirting around.
hm.
shylock surely is adjusting well, isn't he? look at him, making pop culture references now. what a time to be rendered silent...
johannes exhales a tad, something like a soundless chuckle escaping him at both the situation and the topic. he can't offer more than a nod as a quick, direct answer to shylock's question, but he does reach over to the phone he'd previously discarded to elaborate. those echoes he's received of that other, distant him (perhaps?) already paint quite a different picture, so perhaps what shylock's expecting is something entirely different as well.
oh, there's his phone. give him a second. ]
I'm a bit hurt that you're asking about another author's work before my own, Shylock.
[ SHUUT UPPP like this man has the proper capacity to be hurt. showcasing that stupid little comment before he slowly withdraws his hand to type some more: ]
Why the sudden interest?
no subject
maybe the previous sage has mentioned harry potter at some point? shylock could not recall. ]
I'd normally stroke your ego by telling you that your works are far better than this... J.K. person has written up, but in truth I have yet to pick up one of your books. Perhaps I shall tell you what I really think about them some other time.
[ can't believe i can get away w typing that sentence but there's no taking it back now ]
Anyway, those books are all about a wizard's adventures in the world, and I'm fascinated at other humans' interpretations on what a "wizarding world" is like. It... well, it reminded me that I have not told you this since the day we met.
I am a wizard, dear Johannes. And it is up to you whether you believe me or not.
[ okay, there. the secret is out. though shylock has an inkling that johannes has already known from the start and is just playing along to his whims, which... is going to tick shylock off a bit, tbh. like wtf man ]