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Wriothesley[10♦] ([personal profile] armwriostle) wrote2024-01-03 12:12 am

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nsfw mention, from here on out kink is getting discussed (clumsily)

[personal profile] thisclockworkheart 2024-02-18 07:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ His boxer friend is good at that — at being charming in an unpretentious way, at making someone feel special and wanted. How can he do that for him in turn? He could fall back on imitation, but that would be too obvious and might even seem insincere. He could... ask, it might actually be that simple. Has there ever been a time when Wriothesley ever met his questions with mockery or hostility?

Not a single one. As Wriothesley pours him a cup of tea, Pinocchio retrieves the menu — just one to share between them. He feels good to sit beside, one long line of warmth from knee to shoulder, where the boxer's strong thigh rests against his. Conscious of the metal he has hovering so close to his vulnerable side, his metal fingers clasp his own leg out of sight, on the other side of the menu, to prevent his prosthetic from any errant flinches. ]


There's so much I don't know. A lot I didn't have a chance to learn, [ hedges the puppet, a little freer than he might have been with someone else, if only because Wriothesley already could tell he was new to this when they came together against a bathroom wall. ] Perhaps it's best I started with you.

Don't think I haven't noticed how much of your time you spend on helping others. What do you like? Is it bondage? [ he bluntly asks, grasping at the one specific thing he heard him mention. ]
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[personal profile] thisclockworkheart 2024-02-21 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ Can it be truly called the limelight, when it's only his desire to see his friend satisfied? Looked after? The way he'd done to him when he was still so new to the idea that anyone cares what a 'puppet' thinks?

When it seems Wriothesley is about to confess to him what it is he likes, he lets him down gently with the revelation that he won't agree to it. Because of the cost. Because of the trust required. Because it demands he give up control willingly.

Pinocchio doesn't know what to name the sinking ache in his chest, except it feels like failure before he's even begun. Another might have dropped their gaze in dejection; the puppet stares at Wriothesley as he continues, receptive, silent. ]


...I see, [ in his own frame of reference, Pinocchio can only conclude that he's been wounded so deeply that there's no coming back to the state of trusting innocence. Krat had been a place where innocence came to die, sacrificed on the altar of capitalism. He... understands so little, but this? This he gets. With a small nod, ] Thank you for telling me.

[ He supposes it's for the best that he put this aside. After all, he's also disturbed by the idea of surrendering his mobility to another. It feels too... close, he supposes, to the purpose for which puppets were made. ] Perhaps you can teach me something else that's useful. Something you'd like.
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[personal profile] thisclockworkheart 2024-02-21 02:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Even if Wriothesley had every reason to communicate without reservation, Pinocchio is still honored to have been taken into his confidence, to be told frankly what was and wasn't possible, and why. He isn't used to his curiosity being honored with such thorough consideration — no puppet would be, even if he became something more, something almost human.

He's disappointed to not be able to grant that desire to a friend who has been nothing but good and giving and kind, but recognizes that disappointment is a gift, too. If he could not care about someone, if he couldn't want and yearn, he would never have known that feeling.

There's a group playing a drinking game involving dropping classes of a clear liquid into pints of beer and quaffing them down, he answers when their cheering has died down. ]
...Before I came here, bondage meant something different to me. Trying to, [ his eyes flinch as he struggles to summon the words he wants, and he calmly pulls his cup of tea closer, ] Replace that meaning with something that... that many people invite. It's hard.

If I can envision it, I can understand it.
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[personal profile] thisclockworkheart 2024-02-21 03:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ His reaction to that friendly touch speaks of how welcome it is, leaning into his palm, briefly closing his eyes, that slight tightening of his mouth that's almost a small smile. Wriothesley speaks like he knows what it was like in Krat, he thinks.

Was Fontaine like Krat? Beautiful, but built up by exploitation? That nobody was ever free, even the wealthy who benefited the most from the puppet industry and the machinations of the Alchemists?

If he pushes on and breaks off from the past, will he become like Wriothesley? Someone that people like and want to be around? Dependable and knowledgeable? Pinocchio has something to prove, it's why he resolves himself to learn, to grow, to become someone people like Wriothesley can depend on. He feels warmth in his chest and prickling on his face, and turns his blush towards his cup of tea as he drinks. ]


I want to try everything you'll teach me, [ he nods slightly, once, a determined affirmation that perhaps seems more like he's steeling himself for battle than negotiating kink, but then, this is also the friend who nearly always assumes a Power Stance like he's one moment from marching into a fight. ] So I can be there for you if I become someone who makes you feel safe.