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come_sailaway2023-03-07 01:05 pm
teethoftherisk) wrote in come_sailaway2023-03-07 01:05 pm
then I found a place, it's dark and it's rotted [memeshare - open]
Who: Siffleur and you
What: Memory sharing & an opt-in
When: throughout March
Where: various
Warnings: Body horror, medical gore, cannibalism, death, suicide, suicidal idealization, child neglect, possible discussions of past sexual assault in first prompt, unreality
1) The River
On the banks of a newly defrosted river, a young women who looks to be in her mid-twenties kneels by the ice cold waters. The snow has melted, but there's a chill in the air that can't be shaken. Her hair is dirty and matted, and she's wearing a stained dress that's too big for her. Beside her is a freshly birthed baby, half-transformed between human and cougar, screaming in pain.
The woman isn't handling it well. Siffleur is about 10 minutes old and he's also not handling it well either.
2) The Forest
In an old growth forest in the height of summer, a small cougar kitten has left the den where his mother sleeps to play in the grass and chase the large dragonflies that dart around. Siffleur is very young and very curious, and though he usually avoids other people, today he's feeling brave enough to investigate anything new and novel. He's climbing a old fallen log in pursuit of a particularly shiny dragonfly that's resting on the end.
But he loses his grip when he sees someone new in the clearing, falling back and going head over heels, rolling back a few times before landing paws up.
3) The City
In a rundown city just across the Canadian border, a teen boy sits outside a convenience store. His clothing is dirty and stained, and he hasn't washed in at least two weeks. His stomach growls and he watches carefully as people slowly trickle in and out of the store. Siffleur's shaggy hair hangs in his eyes and he doesn't ask for help - he just watches each person as they exit their car.
There's someone here who wasn't there before. His yellow eyes snap to them, quickly looking them up and down.
4) The Small Town
In a place with a population of less than a 1000 people, less than six half-paved streets and one bar, Siffleur sits at the bar with a beer. His cellphone buzzes now and then but he's left it laying face down, not bothering to check it. There's plenty of empty stools around him - less of an invitation and more of a warning.
On the TVs, Ottawa is playing Anaheim, but from the dour mood of those folks watching the screens, it's clear that a Canadian team isn't going to win this Stanley Cup. Occasionally, Siffleur glances back, looking for someone who isn't here yet.
5) Killing Myself In Front Of You To Change The Trajectory Of Your Life Forever (Opt-In, TW: Suicide)
This isn't Siffleur's memory - it's one of yours.
Perhaps it's something personal, something traumatic and private, the kind of thing you would hate to have seen by anyone. Perhaps it's of better times, good days, drinks, laughter, that kind of thing. Maybe it's just another quiet mundane day.
It doesn't matter. The moment he realizes he's in your memory, Siffleur acts instantly and decisively, and kills himself. There's no hesitation. If there's danger he can use to do it, he does - throwing himself against the obvious monsters, picking a fight with something that's ready to rip him to shreds. Or, if not that, then he'll do the job himself with a kitchen knife if available, or anything sharp.
And in the most dire of circumstances where there's nothing for him to use at all? Well... here's your front row seat to a memory of a complete stranger looking around, grabbing his head between his hands and snapping his own neck.
He'll be back on the ship the next day, carefully avoiding the cracks as he attempts to shuffle away from his cabin and over to the buffet to eat breakfast. Feel free to ambush him for an answer then.
What: Memory sharing & an opt-in
When: throughout March
Where: various
Warnings: Body horror, medical gore, cannibalism, death, suicide, suicidal idealization, child neglect, possible discussions of past sexual assault in first prompt, unreality
1) The River
On the banks of a newly defrosted river, a young women who looks to be in her mid-twenties kneels by the ice cold waters. The snow has melted, but there's a chill in the air that can't be shaken. Her hair is dirty and matted, and she's wearing a stained dress that's too big for her. Beside her is a freshly birthed baby, half-transformed between human and cougar, screaming in pain.
The woman isn't handling it well. Siffleur is about 10 minutes old and he's also not handling it well either.
2) The Forest
In an old growth forest in the height of summer, a small cougar kitten has left the den where his mother sleeps to play in the grass and chase the large dragonflies that dart around. Siffleur is very young and very curious, and though he usually avoids other people, today he's feeling brave enough to investigate anything new and novel. He's climbing a old fallen log in pursuit of a particularly shiny dragonfly that's resting on the end.
But he loses his grip when he sees someone new in the clearing, falling back and going head over heels, rolling back a few times before landing paws up.
3) The City
In a rundown city just across the Canadian border, a teen boy sits outside a convenience store. His clothing is dirty and stained, and he hasn't washed in at least two weeks. His stomach growls and he watches carefully as people slowly trickle in and out of the store. Siffleur's shaggy hair hangs in his eyes and he doesn't ask for help - he just watches each person as they exit their car.
There's someone here who wasn't there before. His yellow eyes snap to them, quickly looking them up and down.
4) The Small Town
In a place with a population of less than a 1000 people, less than six half-paved streets and one bar, Siffleur sits at the bar with a beer. His cellphone buzzes now and then but he's left it laying face down, not bothering to check it. There's plenty of empty stools around him - less of an invitation and more of a warning.
On the TVs, Ottawa is playing Anaheim, but from the dour mood of those folks watching the screens, it's clear that a Canadian team isn't going to win this Stanley Cup. Occasionally, Siffleur glances back, looking for someone who isn't here yet.
5) Killing Myself In Front Of You To Change The Trajectory Of Your Life Forever (Opt-In, TW: Suicide)
This isn't Siffleur's memory - it's one of yours.
Perhaps it's something personal, something traumatic and private, the kind of thing you would hate to have seen by anyone. Perhaps it's of better times, good days, drinks, laughter, that kind of thing. Maybe it's just another quiet mundane day.
It doesn't matter. The moment he realizes he's in your memory, Siffleur acts instantly and decisively, and kills himself. There's no hesitation. If there's danger he can use to do it, he does - throwing himself against the obvious monsters, picking a fight with something that's ready to rip him to shreds. Or, if not that, then he'll do the job himself with a kitchen knife if available, or anything sharp.
And in the most dire of circumstances where there's nothing for him to use at all? Well... here's your front row seat to a memory of a complete stranger looking around, grabbing his head between his hands and snapping his own neck.
He'll be back on the ship the next day, carefully avoiding the cracks as he attempts to shuffle away from his cabin and over to the buffet to eat breakfast. Feel free to ambush him for an answer then.
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But it was Max who was there, who was very nearly Siffleur's memory dinner. Shit. No wonder his mother showed up.
So when Max arrives, Siffleur's waiting up on the front checkout counter. He couldn't be totally sure Max would come, but he was fairly certain. The tears on Max's face are enough proof to make Siffleur hop down and trot over to meet Max. "Everything's okay."
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"I wouldn't have held it against you, you know? If you had eaten me. It would have sucked but I'd forgive you. I... yeah, it didn't seem it was that good of a time for you. That's why I wanted to help you so much."
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"I know. You are a very forgiving person, and that is a wonderful quality. But I am still glad I did not eat you in my memory. If I eat you, I will do it on the ship when you ask me to." His tongue sticks out of his mouth a little as he really enjoys that scratch, and he turns his head to reach out and gently bite Max's thigh, careful not to put a hole in his pants. His thigh is so deliciously meaty...
But it's not all flirting. Sometimes, you have to talk about other things. He nudges his nose against Max's leg. "Your heart was in the right place but that time is long passed. I am no longer that boy and he cannot be helped. If it brings you any comfort, I was never hurt in any way that mattered, and mother came back for me in a few months time. I ate well and I ate often."
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"I'm still am too, don't get me wrong. I'm not sure I'll ever want you to go that far on me even if we do come back the next day." The biting is great, the pressure on his thigh right now sends a shiver of lust right through him, but he does have to draw the line somewhere.
"That does make me feel better, actually. I hated seeing you like that, so I'm happy to know it didn't last forever. And... meeting your mom was a little stressful but, yeah, I'm glad I did get to talk to her. Now I can put a face to her name."
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"Of course. Not everyone finds it fun to die, and I think you deserve to have fun." Max has suffered enough in his life, it's time to enjoy himself. This is the same for Jack and for Siffleur, and all the others who suffered where they came from. They deserve something wonderful here. And he's also glad that he's managed to ease Max's mind - and he does let out a rueful chuckle.
"If you would believe it, that was my mother on a very good day. I'm afraid Valdis met her on a very bad one, so she was even more stressed by her presence." There's no insult here. It's just how it is. Siffleur loves his mother dearly but he is fully aware that people struggle with violent mood swings - and his mother has some of the worst around. And still... "I'm glad you know what she looks like. I was afraid that I would be the only one to ever really see her. But you did too. And you saw her happy, which is a special treat."
Siffleur presses his nose against Max's thigh and gives him a good sniff. He smells nice... and impulsively, he finds himself saying- "I usually kill myself to leave memories. But if I knew which ones were yours, and if they had your father in it, I would go in with my camera and take a video for you."
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Hearing that about Siffleur's mother is sobering, however. She seemed to be struggling so much and that was a good day?
"It felt like an honor to meet her. I got the impression she doesn't take a liking to people so easily. But she said she likes me. That really did feel special."
And, ah fuck, he can feel the sting of tears gathering in his eyes when Siffleur goes on to say that about meeting his dad. Struck by that same impulsiveness, Max finally admits to something he's been keeping to himself since this whole thing began.
"I wish I could take you to one of those but... I haven't been able to find one like that. The memory people keep showing up in for me is one where I'm already living with my master. And we are at a vampire party. That hasn't been very fun to relive. I... I'm jealous that some people have gotten to see their homes again. Doesn't feel fair. I really..." His breath hitches and he can't bring himself to finish vocalizing it. But he really wishes he could go back just one more time to see the life he had before vampires. He barely remembers what he was like back then. Back before he was Max.
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He rubs his face against Max's leg, doing his best to soothe and support him. It truly is unfair that what they've seen is Max after he was changed, and not before. The ship seems to like to be the most cruel to the people who deserve it least. "It's not fair. It's the most unfair thing. They should have given you that memory. I would have visited that one and stayed for it, and enjoyed meeting your family, and seeing the before-you."
And... and he bunts his head into Max's thigh. "Erin gave me a thing you can drink, and for an hour, you can change any part of your body into another part. I used mine to change my voice to my mother's, and I recorded myself talking as her, so I can hear her when I need to. I have a dose left, if you would like to do the same."
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The headbutt gets him to laugh again, and then he makes a sound of recognition too. "Oh. Huh. Erin actually gave me something really similar. It's a thing I put under my pillow when I go to sleep and wish for a change to happen. Uh... I was actually planning to ask you if you wanted to help me with it. But for different reasons than um... that."
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Max was hurt for the reasons all are hurt. There is no such thing as moral god who punishes the wicked and rewards those who are good. There is only justification to make a senseless world make sense.
"Oh?" It's very nice that Erin gave things to others to enjoy too. He tips his head at Max. "What were you going to use yours for? Erin gave me mine to turn my body into things to eat." He doubts very much Max was going to eat anything from his body.
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"Uh..." a flush creeps into his cheeks. As horrifying as it is to hear Siffleur talk about eating himself, he's past the point of being surprised by it. Can't be after the faire.
"We were talking and I mentioned how I've always been curious what it would feel like to have a clit or even a vagina. I don't really want that, like, on a normal basis but I mean everyone has to be curious about that sometimes, right? So, she gave me that doll and told me I could use it to find out for myself for an hour if I wanted."
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The flush on Max's face is very nice and Siffleur goes ahead and rubs against Max's legs, purring with delight. "I understand. Erin has also given you something for me to eat. I would be more than happy to help you enjoy that hour anyway you'd like."
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"I was hoping you'd say that. Erin told me I should find someone to give me the whole experience. I was going to just like... hang out in my room before she said that." He needs to dream bigger. "I'd love to have you help me out."
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Well... one main thing. He bumps his head into Max's thigh. "I only fuck humans while I'm human, and only animals when I'm an animal. But I will transform halfway from time to time, for a short while, for fun. That is the only rule I feel very strongly about."
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"I'll um... maybe I'll write a list." Because he cannot trust the thoughts not to immediately leave his brain the moment they get started.
"I think that's a pretty good rule. I don't really know if I have any desire to try having sex while I'm in my wolf form. I've thought about it before but it doesn't sit right with me yet. But, wait, doesn't transforming hurt you? That wouldn't take you out of the moment?"
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He also chuckles a little and nods. "It does. But it does not make me soft. I am very capable of staying hard while in a lot of pain. Sometimes, it adds to the fun. It is like when you enjoy being bitten. It is not what you want every time, but sometimes it's just right."
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"I really like the sound of that."