You've been in my head enough. No, I want to know what Cesare's been dreaming. I'm fairly certain I'm part of them.
He seems afraid that I can see into his dreams - like they are a shared experience. I want to fuck with him, but I'd need to know some specific instances to make him think I can.
That's where you come in. If you're willing, that is.
He approached me, and we made a deal. He was going to transform eventually given his obsession. Better he do it with me than around someone he can actually kill.
[There was a shrug in her next words.] And I wanted to have hands on when someone transformed to see what I could sense about the change.
He's a lying sack of shit. Or his memories aren't lining up right. Which I get. My monster memories aren't concrete. They're more emotions, faces, scents. I don't remember everything.
I will say that if I'd been anything other than what I am, he would have killed me. His monster struck several blows that would kill others. That may be why he says that.
But it's also why he fears me. He put that tail right through my neck and I pulled it free and told him he needed to try harder.
If it is possible for you to visit Cesare's dreams over the next couple nights, I would like you to tell me what they're about. I'm fairly certain from his reactions that I'm in his dreams and he's concerned I can see them. I just want a few specifics that I can relay that could only come from his dreams, to reinforce this idea he has in his head.
I dodged the question when he asked me if I could see them. That's when I thought of you.
I don't know if it's possible, but...I'll let you know. If I can see anything.
[ Maybe. Probably. He's annoyed with Cesare right now. He does think the man could stand to be taken down a peg. But...Ianthe is a totally different creature. She's intense. ]
Just--promise to be careful. Don't take it too far.
It's not my intention to make him snap. [Not at this point in time. Maybe someday in the future if he became a real problem.] I just want to fuck with him.
[ Doesn't know if he can share it accurately. Doesn't know if he wants too, doesn't know if he likes the feeling of passing something so hot and precious to someone with so many teeth. But he thinks of Cesare's fingers hard around his face, his demands to have every goddamn thing he's told to stay away from, his accusations of Quentin being a liar and an oathbreaker and a whore--
[ The woman that sketches into Ianthe's mind is white and soft as marzipan, cheeks to bare breasts to the swell of her hip. The rich blonde of her hair almost tilts into red, but stops short of the color of her lips. He pushes his memory of the way it felt, too: a swell of affection and obsession, a ribbon of panic and guilt lacing through. ]
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no, I've only ever put real effort into leaving
You know, questions like this usually circle around a specific goal
You want me in YOUR head?
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He seems afraid that I can see into his dreams - like they are a shared experience. I want to fuck with him, but I'd need to know some specific instances to make him think I can.
That's where you come in. If you're willing, that is.
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Is this about him asking for a witch?
why fuck with him? He's already wound up
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Oh, he's terrified of me. I'd like to reinforce that in a non-violent way. He's not appreciative of my prior services to him and it hurts my feelings.
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→ voice
What the fuck, Ianthe, that was you?
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[There was a shrug in her next words.] And I wanted to have hands on when someone transformed to see what I could sense about the change.
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He said he did kill someone. Multiple someones.
cw: gore references
I will say that if I'd been anything other than what I am, he would have killed me. His monster struck several blows that would kill others. That may be why he says that.
But it's also why he fears me. He put that tail right through my neck and I pulled it free and told him he needed to try harder.
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Because he learned that he's not the Big Bad Wolf here. And I need to remind him of that. Are you going to help me, Quentin?
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I dodged the question when he asked me if I could see them. That's when I thought of you.
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[ Maybe. Probably. He's annoyed with Cesare right now. He does think the man could stand to be taken down a peg. But...Ianthe is a totally different creature. She's intense. ]
Just--promise to be careful. Don't take it too far.
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What do you consider too far?
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Okay, lemme see what I can do.
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— later....text....
He's scared of it
He wants it again
There's another woman, sometimes separately, sometimes she flickers in and out of you
Blonde, young, her features are fragile, but she looks
like you
ferocious
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Can you send me an image of this woman so I can see her with my mind's eye?
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[ Doesn't know if he can share it accurately. Doesn't know if he wants too, doesn't know if he likes the feeling of passing something so hot and precious to someone with so many teeth. But he thinks of Cesare's fingers hard around his face, his demands to have every goddamn thing he's told to stay away from, his accusations of Quentin being a liar and an oathbreaker and a whore--
[ The woman that sketches into Ianthe's mind is white and soft as marzipan, cheeks to bare breasts to the swell of her hip. The rich blonde of her hair almost tilts into red, but stops short of the color of her lips. He pushes his memory of the way it felt, too: a swell of affection and obsession, a ribbon of panic and guilt lacing through. ]
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It was you, then it was her, usually her in your clothes
But when I saw her just her, that's what I saw
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