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purgatorydancer sent: "My keys were right here a minute ago."

fromrakhanaidepart:

    Sal gave a shrug as his eyes widened a little, then he wrote, 'I don't know. I haven't seen them. Maybe you picked them up and then happened to misplace them?'

"Hmmm…no antique handcuffs then… Ze’ev shrugged, then thought about what he said, resulting in soft laughter. My apologies, Sal. I was thinking ahead to my work tonight. I bought some metal handcuffs from an antique shop in Zakera Ward a while back, and thought they might be useful as an entertainment piece. But if I have misplaced the keys…

He dropped a soft kiss on Sal’s forehead. I would say ‘be good’, but that is not much fun. I think I will settle for ‘try not to be too bored’.

dear current and future rp partners: i’m going to go days without replying to you, please don’t take it personally.

thetruththatshouldbe sent: [text] Sometimss I just feel like Im screaming at the dark [text] All my life [text] Tell me what the point is

thetruththatshouldbe:

x-purgatorydancer:

[TXT—Cam] The point is that some day, someone will hear you.
[TXT—Cam] Do you want to come over?

"I dun mind ef ye’ve lied," Cam said slowly, still in an odd place emotionally even though he was better. "We all lie all th’time. Fuck knows I dae et constantly." He grinned as if it had been a joke. Nerves coiled in his stomach suddenly as Campbell realised he was a little on edge. How would this change things between them?

He blinked twice as Ze’ev changed. Cam faintly remembered purple from that picture, but the details stood out now - especially the eyes. He hadn’t expected blank eyes. Slowly, he let out a lungful of air, then inhaled again, hesitating before answering a question. “Dae ye, with th’disguise on, dae ye feel things diff’rently. I mean- th’hair must be.. fake?” But how could it be? Campbell had felt it. “Sae when people touch et, dae ye notice?”

Maybe he was asking peripheral questions about details to distract himself from the bigger picture. Or perhaps he was just trying to comprehend this, hoping that would make it easier. It was a bit rude, but Cam was staring.

"I do not lie outright, not when it is important." He shrugged with a slow sigh. "My life is complicated enough, particularly at the moment, without keeping track of who I have said what lie to. But yes, I feel it when the hair is touched. The perception filter is not a one-way process. While your brain sees, hears, and feel what it expects—human attributes—I also hear, see, and feel the changes. I look at my hands when wearing the device, and see tan skin, not blue. My hair is touched, I feel it on my scalp. My voice is different."

The words coming out of Ze’ev’s mouth were liquid, and there was not quite a dual-tone quality to his voice. It was almost gravelly, raspy, but still at that pitch that would be a low alto on a woman, baritone on a man.

"So…can we still be friends? Or is it simply too weird to have a friend from a different time and a different world?" Ze’ev chuckled, but honestly, he hoped Campbell would still be his friend.

thetruththatshouldbe sent: [text] Sometimss I just feel like Im screaming at the dark [text] All my life [text] Tell me what the point is

thetruththatshouldbe:

x-purgatorydancer:

[TXT—Cam] The point is that some day, someone will hear you.
[TXT—Cam] Do you want to come over?

He leaned into Ze’ev quietly for a moment, thinking. Cam tried to imagine what it would be like to see not Ze’ev but someone else. Only not someone else. “Es et very diff’rent?” Campbell had seen the picture, of course, so he knew it was different, but that had been a picture, no voice, and it was a long time ago, he’d deleted it at some point.

The living room curtains had already been closed before Ze’ev came here, as Cam had tried to wall himself in against the world. Now, he got up to let down the kitchen blinds as well. “Et’s still yer real name, right?” he asked suddenly, realising that other things his friend had told him might be disguises too.

The dancer shrugged slightly. “It is not dramatically higher or lower, but has an added tone to it.” When Cam rose to his feet, so did Ze’ev, taking another sip of his tea as Cambell closed the blinds. This was probably still going to be surprising to the Scotsman, but…Ze’ev trusted him.

A wry smile crossed his face when Cam questioned what his name was. “I have not lied to you except in the form of omission,” the alien promised. And he hadn’t. He never specified where he was from originally, just that it was far from Cardiff. And Ze’ev was a dancer, but also a former stripper and assassin. “My name is Ze’ev Mahir Chanani.”

"And this is what I truly look and sound like." When he removed the pendant from around his neck, Ze’ev’s appearance shimmered, like a hologram fizzing out. And in its place, still dressed warmly, was a purple-hued man. The whites of his eyes had turned black, but the irises were still a shimmering shade of green. Where hair had been, now there was a smoothly sculpted head, a small crest running down the middle in the back. His frill trembled slightly with nerves, and the chuckle that escaped was raspy as Ze’ev shrugged with a wave of a blue hand, the middle two digits fused together. "Not exactly something you expect to see wandering through town in this time period."

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thetruththatshouldbe sent: [text] Sometimss I just feel like Im screaming at the dark [text] All my life [text] Tell me what the point is

thetruththatshouldbe:

x-purgatorydancer:

[TXT—Cam] The point is that some day, someone will hear you.
[TXT—Cam] Do you want to come over?

Cam had referred to the death of the aliens moreso than the plot of the story. Ze’ev was a valuable cherished friend, a quite truly amazing friend because he was here right now, and Campbell didn’t want to lose him over something easily avoidable.

He sipped his tea for the first time and sat up a little, wiped the last remnants of tear off his cheeks. “Can I- Es et okay ef I hear, or..?” Cam left the question hanging in the air. He didn’t know much, but he was pretty sure that this wasn’t something many people knew - to think that Ze’ev would tell him, though, him of all people.

Of course Ze’ev would tell Cam, now that he had permission. The Scotsman was a friend, and one that Ze’ev felt a lot of affection for. He smiled at Campbell, and if he was more certain it was okay with the younger man now, would stroke his hair.

"We should make sure the windows are covered, just in case someone peeks in," Ze’ev mused aloud. "I have to remove the device which generates my disguise if you wish to hear my voice unfiltered. But I certainly do not mind you hearing it, sweetheart."

Put “I like the view” in my ask and my character will react to yours saying that after accidentally catching mine naked.

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