it's a sleepover, and you're all invited. this is never have i ever, and the rules are simple: icly comment with your character and a "never have i ever", people respond with judgement, jokes, or in the event they've done what you haven't, a shot of alcohol. comment around, thread hop, and react as you see fit! (meme threads aren't game canon, but they're not not game canon either, right)
( how to explain to your husband that feeling anything is often more than you can bear? last time that happened, he took a rifle to takeshi kovacs' head. what happens when you don't have anywhere to put the rage, when it keeps burning enough for you to feel the rest of what's under it? nothing good.
but he doesn't say no, not yet. he taps matt's glass with the bottle and pours him another drink. )
[ Matt smiles faintly for the little tap, nudging his glass ever-so-slightly into a more receptive position. The glass is filled; Matt reclaims it, taking a sip that warms his throat. ]
When I touch people ... and I want to ... I can get them to feel how it feels to be me. In my body, with everything my body wants. And at the same time, I feel how it feels to be them.
I don't know what the hell it is in like, a definitional sense, if it's psychic or magical or--I don't know. [ Matt's watching Danny's face now, alert to reactions or rejection. Especially as he broaches the last piece of the equation. ] But maybe if we did it, I could understand what it's like when you want to kill someone.
[ What it's like to want to kill me, he means. At least in part. ]
( this time, danny takes his sip from matt's mouth, one hand on the bottle and the other under his jaw pulling his face skyward, licking whiskey burn from his bottom lip. )
[ Matt allows Danny to tip his head back, his tongue drawing a hungry shiver as it swipes across Matt's lip. He hums for the heat of it. Danny moves back, and Matt cranes to follow him, aiming a kiss at his mouth.
It's one answer, perhaps. Followed by a second: ]
Yes.
[ When the question is one of gnosis, Matt's answer is always the same. ]
no subject
but he doesn't say no, not yet. he taps matt's glass with the bottle and pours him another drink. )
How's that work, then?
no subject
When I touch people ... and I want to ... I can get them to feel how it feels to be me. In my body, with everything my body wants. And at the same time, I feel how it feels to be them.
I don't know what the hell it is in like, a definitional sense, if it's psychic or magical or--I don't know. [ Matt's watching Danny's face now, alert to reactions or rejection. Especially as he broaches the last piece of the equation. ] But maybe if we did it, I could understand what it's like when you want to kill someone.
[ What it's like to want to kill me, he means. At least in part. ]
no subject
Is that what you want? To understand?
no subject
It's one answer, perhaps. Followed by a second: ]
Yes.
[ When the question is one of gnosis, Matt's answer is always the same. ]