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WHO: Envy (fluidshape), the Corinthian (oculiform)
WHERE: mostly around the outskirts.
WHEN: 8:30 PM →, Saturday night.
WARNINGS: prrrrooobably gonna get at least a little suggestive on Cori's part.
SUMMARY: LET'S GET WASTED AND RECKLESS
FORMAT: whatever


Sure, once he got his proper paychecks he'd start going along with the system the waking world had set up. All dependent on some paper and metal. But for now, the Corinthian had no qualm with simply taking something he wanted. The car - some 70s-model black Chevelle that caught his eye amidst the myriad of wavy, metallic things. It'd be totaled by the end of the night, regardless. The booze - three bottles of Stoli jacked right from some one night stand's freezer earlier in the morning as he left. Apart from that, a pair of Absolut he'd bought himself in the past week. It wouldn't surprise him if they burned through the alcohol with little to no effect, being what they were, but it was a good idea to stock up anyway.

As soon as the car had been successfully broken into and hotwired he tore out of the parking space and made to get out of the denser area of the City. Went directly to the spot he'd told his current date to be waiting, a relatively empty district near the edge of the City.

There was somewhat of a plan tonight, though it was only loosely put together and would likely unfold itself with the present. Unpredictability was always better.

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I NEED YOUR DISCIPLINE.

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He was made for this time of day-- the hour that the surface streets grew quiet and the underground began to stir. The first moments of early night, when the light had just turned its back. It was the time of day that monsters like Envy prowled in the open, wearing their own faces. He might have walked the daylit streets as a leggy redhead or a high school boy, but now, he was as much himself as he ever was. Dark like ink, with the fluid movements of a snake and eyes the amaranthine color possessed by all his kind.

Those eyes betrayed him for what he was, even with the blood-red arrays of his body hidden and human clothes perfectly mimicked. But, in the company he'd been keeping that evening, there was no need to hide his true nature, was there? No need to hide the truth, that he was a creature whose hatred was more natural than his breath, whose jealousy festered like an incurable infection--

Ah. There.

He approached the car, knocking on the window of the passenger's side. Hello.

♥.

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This could be considered, technically, his first time driving, but the nightmare's predecessor had done it for decades; he retained the knowledge. His vision locked on the figure in the dark, staring through the windshield and then the window opposite his seat. Sizing him up. The Corinthian was pleased by what he saw, everything he liked in another man. Young-looking, lacking overt masculinity, sharp features. But most of all, his eyes. Big and pretty and some unusual color, like a beacon right in the midst of that face. One he was glad his company for the night had worn over any other option.

And he could feel that hatred, those murky things sifting around in the other and exuding from him. As Envy approached, it only became more apparent. Not that he'd had any doubt.

A slight inclination of the head indicated that, yes, the door was unlocked. And that he should most definitely get in.

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He slipped inside, closing the door and making himself at home in the passenger's seat. Those unnatural eyes explored the interior, taking in surroundings with a idle sort of curiosity. Where he came from, cars were clunking, clumsy things, puttering along gravel roads. Envy had become accustomed to human advancements in this age since his arrival, but he never could help the twinge of covetous interest. Those little maggots could be clever, he supposed, when they wanted to be.

Or at least, they were always good at making things for him to want.

Finally, the shapeshifter glanced towards the Corinthian, eying him with that same sort of interest: always touched faintly with malice, murderous intent, and a deeply unsatisfied want. He didn't blink. Unnaturally still for a long moment of scrutiny-- until suddenly, he moved with inhuman speed, leaning in and plucking the sunglasses from the Corinthian's face.

There you are.

"Why, hello," the leviathan mocked lightly, unintimidated and unsurprised. His voice was a smooth medium between masculine and feminine, and his teeth, when he bared them in a dark smile, were monster-sharp.

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A short bark of a laugh followed the homunculus' action, hollow in humor and moreso born from welcome surprise. It was true, he could ditch the glasses in this presence, not having to worry about causing some ripple effect of panic as would happen with humans. And it seemed Envy had no proximity issues like too many of the aforementioned dreamers. The boldness in the move was enticing, at least; made him want to retaliate with something forceful and unrestrained. But he'd hold off for the time being. Wouldn't want to cut the night short with the insomnia he had.

One ocular mouth opened to allow a tongue to slide out momentarily, stygian and responding to the small smirk that had played upon his lips. "Don't break those," he warned absently before slamming down on the right pedal, accelerating the car from zero to about eighty within five seconds. The road was opening into a wide stretch, northbound, hardly another vehicle in the way as he coasted into the nineties. It was almost desolate compared to the cramped streets of the city, and stretched for some countless miles, the edges marked with trees that'd be thinning out if they kept going straight. Just as planned.

"Liquor's in the backseat." Hopefully Envy liked vodka.

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Unfazed by the sudden acceleration-- he had, after all, survived the Gate between worlds-- Envy merely made a light sound of amusement at that warning. He was the type of creature that hated to be told what it could and couldn't do. Too many lifetimes of being mama's little fucking errand boy. And he was petty enough that small rebellions pleased him. His grip tightened almost unnoticeably on the Corinthian's shades. But, after a moment, the urge to defy passed, and the homunculus merely slid those sunglasses into the wild tangles of his hair.

As a matter of principle, Envy didn't confess to liking anything. It was the sort of disdainful dislike that was bred from centuries of craving things and rarely getting them. It had started as a hate for his father, a denied desire to be wanted, that spread to anything he even began to think about possessing. But, alcohol was a mild vice he'd indulged in before, and by nature, Envy wasn't the sort to waste any sort of gift.

He twisted in his seat, reaching until his hand closed around the cool glassiness of a bottle. Stolichnaya. He'd never heard of it. But then again, he wasn't nearly as versed in drink as say, his brother Greed or even Lust. Effortlessly, he popped the bottle open, settling back into the passenger's seat.

In an mocking toast, Envy tipped the bottle slightly at his companion before drinking, his wide mouth forming the sardonic words: "To nightmares in pairs."

*fails......*

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He was only half paying attention. The self-made exit was coming up. Yeah, he'd gone down this way in the past week, restless within the confines of the City and looking for some way out. There was nothing stopping him, but this world was different. Somehow. Not the same one he and Matthew had went to New Orleans in, for sure. Easing into 95, a hand went out and snatched the bottle from Envy like a possessive kid. Slammed down at least a third of the fluid, like cold fire. Always had been his favorite alcohol belonging to the earth.

"There's a chick calling herself Lust around here," he started, still focused on the road for the most part. He said nothing else, figuring the boy would know he was asking about relation.

There was the end of the steel borders, and the nightmare quickly turned, breaking off the freeway. The car wasn't bad for offroading, and there weren't a mass of trees getting in the way. Nah, up ahead was a nice little clearing complete with a barren drop off, perfect for dumping the machine when they were done.

no baby ily. ;A;

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Envy's eyes narrowed faintly, somewhere between the mention of Lust and having the bottle taken from him. He didn't respond immediately, toeing off his shoes and curling up in his seat like a moody cat. Lust, that meddlesome bitch. She'd been a nuisance for him since he'd arrived in this godforsaken cesspit of a world. If it hadn't been for her, he would have ripped the insides out of both Elric brothers by now. Instead, he'd been spending months rotting in his own hatred and insatiable cravings.

When he answered, his voice was subtly laced with resentment, dangerously soft: "What do you want with my sister?"

Sister. Ha. Monsters couldn't have siblings. When he called her his sister, he meant it bitingly. Demons from the same origin. Creatures of the same mold.

*FLOPSON

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"I don't want anything with her." His smirk widened. "She's getting rid of some bastard I wanted to kill myself. Had dibs, I guess." Another hefty swig and he passed the bottle back, its surface beginning to drip from the heat.

The car slowed as the makeshift road got just a bit narrower, the stubborn rays of a summer sun finally beginning to fade. The Corinthian pulled up to the ravine he'd spotted beforehand, parking the car close to the edge. Below? Not just empty dirt, but a small lake. People regularly flocked to swim, especially at night. He already knew Envy liked to kill people. Or did he? Tonight they could find out.

But first things first. The nightmare had priorities.

As he turned the car off, he glanced over at the homunculus, scanning over his body with eyes that weren't there. Fuck, look at his hair. It was the kind you wanted to just run your hand through.

Having no sense of personal space, the Corinthian did just that. Reached his hand out to feel for himself.

/gently puts in pocket ❤

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Deceptively slender hands closed around the bottle as Envy accepted it, condensation pressing moist against his palms. Annoyance touched his androgynous face for a moment-- a faint flash of white teeth, lip curled. Of course, he hadn't known about Lust getting rid of anyone. His dear sister had a way of keeping things from him. Scheming whore. Too bad she wasn't as weak and deluded as the Lust he had known from his world.

Tch. Resentment darkening his eyes, Envy swallowed another mouthful of alcohol, letting the liquid burn in his mouth and down his throat.

"She does what she wants," he responded moodily, feeling jealousy twist in his stomach knowing Lust was fulfilling her plans again.

His cat-like eyes slid the Corinthian's way at the first push of fingers through the wild tangles of his hair, watching him like he wasn't sure if he wanted to appreciate or fight being touched. He was a vain creature though-- despised the idea of being ugly more than anything except looking like his father-- and predictably hungry for attention. Finally, tilting his head, the homunculus leaned into the hand in his hair.

"Who is it you wanted to kill?"

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Now it was his turn to take the glasses off and put them carelessly on the dashboard. Envy's leaning into his touch was enough initiative to tighten his hold briefly before turning his nails in, applying some pressure as he stroked downward. Felt the long and straight locks, and his gaze was fixed on the other's eyes. When was the last time he had seen that color?

"... Edward Nygma? Some fucking moron."

Not interested in talking anymore, though, his hand disappeared into the boy's hair again and went around to the back of his skull, attempting to angle it as he moved closer. Should his obvious moves be taken in stride his free hand would snake over to Envy's thigh and come to rest upon it, only vaguely mimicking what he had in mind.

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Those eyes were the only real thing about Envy. Homunculus eyes. Everything else was designed by his mind, a preferred disguise made to fit the monster's idea of what might be beautiful. To hide his real face. But no face nor form could ever truly hide the shade of cruelty in his dark smile, making it sharp when that wide mouth spread open to show teeth. The attention made moody Envy more agreeable, but he never stopped being malicious.

He couldn't remember the last time he let someone exist so close to him without trying to kill them. He half-wondered idly, out of habit, if he should try. Violence was near and dear to his heart. But, how could he? Feeling wanted was such a rare pleasure. It fed the insatiable, unrelenting black hole of his namesake hunger. (He hated to admit it, but he hated being denied it even more.)

Envy leaned forward to meet the Corinthian halfway, feeling the movement straining the captured threads of his hair. His expression was somewhere between curious and cautious-- always, always suspicious-- as his hands found possessive purchase in the nightmare's clothes. Each elegant finger hid superhuman strength, docile now but so easily turned feral. His silver tongue was a flash of color, absently wetting his lower lip.

god this tag...

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Envy's movement was little more than an invitation for the Corinthian to close the distance, nearly attacking his mouth with his own tongue, bearing down with a violent kiss. The hand upon his leg dug its nails down just a bit, dragging away from the closest source of heat before sliding back upward. Investigating his mouth, tasting him and scrutinizing those oh so tempting windows to the soul that were so close now. At the moment he had less desire to harvest the eyes, rather, he'd go with the flow of this far more normal interaction. For kicks. Then decide if he'd truly disobey his lord once again.

The other hand slowly fell away from the dark tangles of his hair, instead moving down Envy's neck and back but slowly and deliberately. Assault him with sensations, yeah. He knew Envy wasn't really human, and one thought was if he did shit like this - was physically able to, even.

Fingers had drifted up to the waistline of the homunculus' pants, wanting access.

Guess he'd find out.

/uselessly smashes fingers into keyboard all day :V

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His body was surprisingly human. Improved through alchemy, but convincing. The forbidden arts had created his form carefully, mimicking biological details to the heat of his skin, every inhale-exhale, and the slightly hastened beating of that unnecessary heart. His reaction to being touched. So few things gave him away-- his eyes, the faint chemical taste of his mouth. His powers, if he chose to use them. But for a dead thing, for sack of organs held together only by flawed Philosopher's stones, he was a clever imitation of warm, throbbing life.

His kisses were barely that, all tongue and sharp monster teeth. He thrived on the taste of violence. Demanded it with his mouth. You didn't live four hundred years without learning intimately what your body craved, and oh, how this sin knew how to crave. Of all of them, he was the worst. Wrath, lust, pride, and greed, all wrapped in shapechanging flesh. A hateful little package.

But the darkness reflected in his eyes now wasn't hate. It was more dangerous than that. It was the desire to possess.

"You're not worried at all, are you?" the homunculus mused, his voice all deceptive velvet. He slid into the Corinthian's chair as he spoke, settling on top of his legs. With deft and deadly hands, Envy undid the front of his own pants. "That I'll try something. Are you really that powerful, or do you just want it that badly?"

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In favor of this new development his hands went covetously around Envy's hips, pulling him forward, still focused intently on his vibrant eyes. His vision could only be felt, hardly seen with the twin rows of teeth stuck in the sockets. That alone should be powerful enough, boring into those pretty violet things.

"Not really," he replied, sounding much more indifferent than he actually was. Yes, he had no fear. Yes, he wanted that one physical act that living things held in the highest regard. Yes, badly. It was all out or nothing. The Corinthian was never one to have shame, nor one to deny himself gratifying things.

Taking a cue from Envy's action, his fingers hooked around the waistline again and tugged, creeping closer to the center, toward that torrid spot.