slightlyoffchilt | - IC CONTACT POST FOR MASKORMENACE -

Looking forward to it.

You're not the jealous type, are you, Dorian? You certainly wouldn't believe yourself to be -- surely it's clear that people ought to come to you. [Chilton leaned back, looking at Dorian. Watching him. Thoughtfully.]

And yet, you're so skittish over Matthew. Is it because he's immortal, like you? [Immortal, says Chilton. Not demonic. Because Chilton doesn't know about that.]

[ There's another moment of 'how the hell does he know that' while Dorian pauses, frowns, stalls for time a bit. ] I'm not jealous. And I don't have delusions that I'm his one and only, if that's what you mean.

[ Because he didn't. Hell, Dorian was about 90% certain that their 'who am I gonna sleep with' circles were practically concentric. ]

I'm skittish over Matthew because I'm not paying you to be a nosy little housewife. I just don't see what this has to do with anything.

Really, Dorian. If you're going to lie, don't do it so clumsily.

[Nosy little housewife? Domestic associations aside (that was another concern, entirely), Chilton truly doubted that Dorian disdained Chilton's methodology of gossip. The immortal simply disdained the topic.

And Chilton was eliminating reasons as to why.]

Possessive in the controlling sense, not necessarily sexual. Let me reframe: you value your liberty. Do you value the same liberty in others?

To an extent. [ holy shit, it's an actually honest answer, not Dorian just trying to dodge the question. ] One of the reasons why I've found making lasting relationships in this place difficult.

[ Raina's expression became drawn with surprise and concern at his confession. Her eyes flickered down toward that scar again and then back up at him. ]

Frederick. That's...that's incredible. Not that such a horrible thing happened to you, but the fact that you survived it. It takes someone truly extraordinary to not die from the shock alone, and someone with an extreme strength of will to pull through the recovery period.

I...I don't know why you were afraid to say anything before now. [ She moved to the sedan, sitting beside him and taking his hands in her own. ] I couldn't be more attracted to you than I am in this moment.

[ Because she always thought Chilton to be a bit of a coward. His words and promises of protection could only go so far because he wasn't a fighter. And she doubted he had ever even faced anything truly horrifying. But he proved her wrong. He got sliced and carved up as a part of someone else's sick and twisted experiment, and he lived.

She reached out, running her finger lightly along the scar. ]

You are amazing.

[ And she lavished him with true awe, her arm wrapping around the back of his neck as she pulled him into a kiss. ]

I certainly like to think so, yes.

[Ever modest. He wrapped his arms around her hips as she pulled him into that kiss, and he echoed her actions with equal fervor, his opened shirt slipping back so as to let their bodies touch skin to skin. It was an intimate breed of heat, and Chilton considered the maneuver both sincere and a distract tactic.]

Won't you tell me now?

[He asked, whispering it against her ear. A few kisses -- and a lick at the lobe -- tried to mitigate the depth of his request, but Chilton had his agenda to adhere towards. Nevertheless, a slow burn wasn't beyond his antics; his lips moved along her neck, savoring the taste of her flawless flesh. He kissed her collarbone, looking up only momentarily, in an attempt to seek permission for additional exploration.]

[ During Chilton's work as an attending psychiatrist, he will come into contact with a skittish schizophrenic patient who was caught stealing the poor box from a parish church. The man, under stress, switches quickly from one personality - violent and assertive - to another, childlike and harmless and incredibly religious. He is very suggestible, but quick to anger, and throughout his interrogation he keeps hold of a ring - Pestilence's ring - but doesn't know where he got it. Occasionally he scratches at an irritating rash on his jaw, or the back of his neck, and fidgets in his chair.

The ring has a powerful draw for Chilton alone, and when it gets taken, it will be accompanied by immense feeling of relief. Instantly, the schizophrenic patient will forget he ever had it, and shake off any questions asked on the topic. ]

[ The kiss lingered -- heated, passionate, and intensely wanting. In some way, Chilton had proved his worth. It might have been strange that hearing about Chilton being dissected was such a turn-on, but you know. This was Raina.

When his lips were on her ear, she took the opportunity to divest him of his shirt -- smoothing it down his arms before she was in his lap again, leaning into his wonderful mouth, fingers moving up to slip into his hair while he explored her collarbone. ]

What? And ruin the mood?

[ She sighed when he kissed near the center of the clavicle which happened to be a particularly erogenous zone for her. But he shared his story. And he wanted to know hers. And it was only fair to tell him. ]

I'm not entirely human. We're inhumans, they call us. My grandmother always told me about our family being special. She said I would undergo a transformation and become an angel, that the blood in our family was intertwined with another race -- an alien race. And when the time was right, that DNA would awaken inside of me. And it was the only thing I ever wanted in my life, to be special, to be something more.

So I went through life, doing what I could to work toward this goal. And finally the stars aligned and I was able to put everything into motion. The thing you need to understand is Skye is also an inhuman. She and I shared the same fate, and when I went down into the temple to put the ritual into motion, she followed me like I knew she would. She claimed it was to stop me. But I know the truth -- she wanted to know who she was and what she would become just the same way I did.

[ Raina lowered her eyes to his open slacks and the palm of her hand skirting over the center of his undergarments. ]

So there we were, a piece of alien technology placed on a pedestal in this temple. It opened up to reveal these beautiful crystals. And I remember being so excited, thrilled to finally know the truth and to have my grandmother's stories become a reality. From the crystals escaped a mist that hit both Skye and I, and then we were encased in some kind of chrysalis. It spread up my arms and quickly surrounded my body, and my final thought was one of fear and confusion.

[ Raina sighed, finally pulling back from him and putting distance between them. ]

The stone broke away, and Skye emerged just as beautiful as ever. She became everything I wanted to become, everything I thought my grandmother had meant for me when she told her stories. And I became....this.

[ She closed her eyes, willing her human form to give way to the thorns. They poked through her skin, growing out of it and surrounding her from head to toe. Her fingernails became claws, her hair faded in favor of becoming sharp and pointed barbs. And when she opened her eyes again, they had changed color -- now a golden amber. She watched Chilton quietly, worriedly, looking for any sign of horror or disgust. ]

No doubt. With your degree of quality control -- [What he meant to say was specifications, quality notwithstanding, but there were simply some things you did not assert before a narcissist!] -- it's little wonder that the stakes are erected so highly.

[Intended use of verb. After all, Matthew was still on the tips of their tongues, wasn't he?]

Do you have a strategy in place? To prevent any of your chosen ones from straying.

[ Nooooot really. Huh. Maybe he should look into that. ] If I chose them, then they're likely not to stray in the first place.

[Chilton, for the most part, disdained patients like this -- while the erratic body language suggested abnormal functioning in the basal ganglia, the emotional disposition displayed an incoherence that couldn't possibly be manipulated effectively. Chilton appreciated a little dissociation in his prime patients, but there was such a thing as excess to the point of handicap. The fact that the patient (John Doe, officially, but Chilton had picked out a much less savory nickname for the man) manifested such a severity of dissociation that he had two sophisticated, warring personalities only incited that fact that this man was not project material. He was a nuisance.

Nevertheless, as the rising supernova of the psychiatric wing, Chilton had to take the case as it was offered to him; there was a methodology to exacting success.

He noted the scratching -- his nosed wrinkled in response. He'd have Reggie soak the damn chair in Lysol after this.]

The duality is almost poetic.

[But just shy of the praise, something that was based in Chilton's own bias. Duality reminded him of Harvey Dent. This wretched fury juxtaposed with angelic innocence, the fact that the man was found desolate in a church -- it was enough to reassure Chilton of his atheism.

When the man, through his rash-born scratching and fidgeting and shrieking, dropped the ring he had held so dearly, the thing rolled towards Chilton. With a frown, the psychiatrist leaned over to pick it up, and set it on his desk.

How curious.]

If only everyone could share in that blinding confidence you so routinely demonstrate, Dorian. Then I would truly never have need of vacation time.

[ ain't nothing like him cept him, chilton. And Dorian just flashes the man a toothy grin. ]

Well, we wouldn't want to put you out of business, would we?

Surely not. Because, were I out of business, I'd have all that time to get more into your business.

[And only Dorian's, was the implication. Chilton would continue to circle the Matthew issue, even if he was playing by the no-naming-him rules.]

You're analyzing Dorian Gray, Frederick. You should know that you'll never have me all to yourself. [ and yes he knows that statement could be taken a certain way and he DEFINITELY said that much on purpose. ]

[Chilton raised his eyebrows at that statement, bait taken, and turned his head slightly just to get a sideways glance angled at his patient.]

I appreciate how much you value your freedom and flexibility.

Flexibility in more than one aspect, of course. [ that shit-eating grin is still on his face. ] But I doubt you'll ever see the second part.

I definitely do not want to see the second part, Dorian.

[Not that Chilton had an aversion to intimacy with patients... But he, too, had specifications.]

[ still grinning because yay, he made Chilton a little bit uncomfortable. ] Good. You're not my type to begin with.

Important question: Can I sleep with your girlfriend?

[Wow. Wow, Jeff.]

We opted for a more honest and open transparency between additional lovers. Whatever you do to her, you've got to do to me.

Otherwise: no.

[It's important to get straight to the point.]

You're seriously saying that if I screw your gf I have to screw you?

I guess you're not engaging my girlfriend in explicitly sexual activities, then. I'll draw the line there -- if she kisses you, just remind her to use mouthwash afterwards. No need to mirror that endeavor.

But if it is sexual then you want a piece of the Winger action too?

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