He needs to be ready. It's unfortunate but he feeds twice as much as he normally would, to make sure there's no chance of it happening again. After a few hours, he calls Carter back.]
That there's going to be a rinse and repeat of him leaving a pathetic amount of voicemails and that would be that. But then in comes Luka's reply. I'll be home tonight.]
[It's easier to play it cool when you talk on the phone. He's always been good at that. Quick with some smartass remark if he talked to a friend, cold when his family's lawyers called him, professional when it was about work. There's so much you can do with your voice when you and your body are removed from the situation.
But his body is very much in the situation right now and so is the feeling of vulnerability that comes with it. He absent-mindedly rubs his back, then forces himself to stop.
He's here and his bravery falters. It makes him angry because he can't hide from it out here.
He knows he's afraid.
He knows Luka will know he's afraid.
But there's nothing he can do about that so he takes a deep breath, pulls himself together and knocks.]
He can sense his fear way before he even arrived at the door.
He's just very lucky that he did feed so much, but even so...it's tempting. He feels sick, hating that the monster in him--not in him, he was the monster wanted the fear even now. There's something wonderfully exquisite about Carter's fear, maybe because he knew him so well, maybe because he's Carter and he cares about him...either way, he knows he's a danger to him. But for right now, he can resist.
He hopes.
He opens the door, ducking his head a little as he does so, standing back so that Carter can come in. He looks...not so bad, all things considered, though the dark circles under his eyes are pretty prominent, or maybe it's all just an illusion.]
[The door opens and Carter looks up at Luka, looks past him, his stomach churning.]
I... wasn't sure I would.
[He lingers for another long, awkward moment, then steps inside.
He doesn't look at Luka's face for too long, he's moving very consciously about the room, he chooses a wall to lean against that is close to the door and ensures that Luka is not between him and the door.]
The words fill him with dread, and he sets his jaw, frowning at the floor.]
I figured you might.
[And he hates it. Hates the memory that is dredged up of it happening to him. Hates the guilt and the relief he feels when this time, it is not him.
Hates that he feels like an accomplice in all this. No, not feel. He is one, no matter how good his intentions. Would he have kept the secret for anyone else? Carter doubts it.
[Carter feels his blood run cold at Luka's suggestion.
Find a person to sacrifice to him? How can he ask that of him? How can he make that suggestion and not expect Carter to slam the door on his way out? Is he really that far gone?]
... I can do that.
[He is not going to do that.
But he's willing to lie about it if it means Luka agrees to trying.]
We'll be smart about it. Take precautions. I'm not making you go cold turkey without a plan, okay?
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Date: 2022-09-26 01:50 pm (UTC)From:[Maybe this was stupid.
What if he did it again?
What if he couldn't help himself?
He needs to be ready. It's unfortunate but he feeds twice as much as he normally would, to make sure there's no chance of it happening again. After a few hours, he calls Carter back.]
I'll be home tonight. I'll meet you at 7.
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Date: 2022-09-27 07:09 am (UTC)From:That there's going to be a rinse and repeat of him leaving a pathetic amount of voicemails and that would be that. But then in comes Luka's reply. I'll be home tonight.]
All right. I'll see you there.
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Date: 2022-09-27 08:45 am (UTC)From:It’s probably cause he doesn’t stay here as much.
He paces, waiting for Carter. He has a couple of coffee cups and a kettle ready to brew in case he wants something.
But he himself? He’s fairly satiated.
The monster in him is.
Sometimes he’s not sure where the monster begins and he ends.]
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Date: 2022-09-29 08:16 pm (UTC)From:But his body is very much in the situation right now and so is the feeling of vulnerability that comes with it. He absent-mindedly rubs his back, then forces himself to stop.
He's here and his bravery falters. It makes him angry because he can't hide from it out here.
He knows he's afraid.
He knows Luka will know he's afraid.
But there's nothing he can do about that so he takes a deep breath, pulls himself together and knocks.]
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Date: 2022-10-01 01:34 am (UTC)From:He can sense his fear way before he even arrived at the door.
He's just very lucky that he did feed so much, but even so...it's tempting. He feels sick, hating that the monster in him--not in him, he was the monster wanted the fear even now. There's something wonderfully exquisite about Carter's fear, maybe because he knew him so well, maybe because he's Carter and he cares about him...either way, he knows he's a danger to him. But for right now, he can resist.
He hopes.
He opens the door, ducking his head a little as he does so, standing back so that Carter can come in. He looks...not so bad, all things considered, though the dark circles under his eyes are pretty prominent, or maybe it's all just an illusion.]
I was...I thought maybe you wouldn't come.
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Date: 2022-10-01 06:20 am (UTC)From:I... wasn't sure I would.
[He lingers for another long, awkward moment, then steps inside.
He doesn't look at Luka's face for too long, he's moving very consciously about the room, he chooses a wall to lean against that is close to the door and ensures that Luka is not between him and the door.]
It feels pretty stupid.
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Date: 2022-10-01 06:30 am (UTC)From:Luka draws in a sharp breath, not sure he can handle this.
Handle things not being the way they were.
He’s so afraid of him.]
It’s not stupid. You need to keep yourself safe.
[He wrings his hands a bit.]
I…fed. Before you came here. So I wouldn’t be hungry.
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Date: 2022-10-01 06:43 am (UTC)From:The words fill him with dread, and he sets his jaw, frowning at the floor.]
I figured you might.
[And he hates it. Hates the memory that is dredged up of it happening to him. Hates the guilt and the relief he feels when this time, it is not him.
Hates that he feels like an accomplice in all this. No, not feel. He is one, no matter how good his intentions. Would he have kept the secret for anyone else? Carter doubts it.
They're all hypocrites here.]
So your condition is... unchanged.
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Date: 2022-10-01 06:55 am (UTC)From:[He looks down at the floor too, the guilt threatening to eat him alive.]
I do it pretty regularly. I’m afraid if…
…I don’t know what’ll happen if I don’t.
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Date: 2022-10-01 06:59 am (UTC)From:[Carter looks up briefly at that, something resonating with him when Luka says I don't know what'll happen if I don't.
He knows that fear of the unknown. Of being without.]
We could try. Monitor you. Like a... detox.
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Date: 2022-10-01 07:48 am (UTC)From:I haven't. I...
I don't know what will happen if I do. What if it makes me go crazy, makes me ravenous and I end up like the others...?
[Like the other Avatars?]
You'd have to tie me up. And then in case it all goes wrong...find someone for me to feed off of in an emergency.
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Date: 2022-10-14 11:26 am (UTC)From:Find a person to sacrifice to him? How can he ask that of him? How can he make that suggestion and not expect Carter to slam the door on his way out? Is he really that far gone?]
... I can do that.
[He is not going to do that.
But he's willing to lie about it if it means Luka agrees to trying.]
We'll be smart about it. Take precautions. I'm not making you go cold turkey without a plan, okay?