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Context: Rumor has it that a strange creature lives in the castle nearby. You see a light on in one of the towers but have never had the bravery to investigate. At least, not until tonight. What waits for you within its walls may very well prove to be your end. Or...?

Setting: Ashton's castle

Tags:[M4F][Sadodere Half-Drider Speaker][Humanoid Moth Listener][Sadistic][Teasing][Danger][VERY Spicy][Dominant]but[Playful][Argument/Yelling][Making-Up][Reverse Comfort][Dom/Sub Energy][Spider Boi][Maybe Vampire?][CW: Spice Levels/Argument/Child Abandonment]

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[Scene opens in the art studio]

[SFX: Painting and a door opening]

[You’re studying some food you grabbed from the kitchen and doing your best to paint it when the door opens]

“Here you are, Rosy… Up late once more?”

[Pause]

“Ah, committed to the craft of painting, of course. May I see?”

[SFX: The easel being adjusted]

“Ah… What a… cute… um… kitty cat.”

[Pause!]

“O-Oh, of course, it’s the food over there. Silly me, I forgot my glasses.”

[...]

[He flashes that smile]

“True, I don’t wear glasses… Regardless, you are new at this. It takes practice. Let your passion to learn and explore drive you, not an imaginary signpost saying that your dedication only matters if the end result is perfection. Have fun.”

[...]

“...Oh, I know that pout. You’re discouraged. Ah, very well. How might Sir Ashton aid his lovely, puffy princess today, hm?”

[Pause?]

“Show you how…?”

[Ashton looks from you to the brush in your hand, unreadable]

“... Very well. Sit down, and I will do my best to paint you.”

[Pause!]

[You sit on the stool, as he requested]

“Yes, yes, you’re welcome. Ah, ah… You’re all puffed up, dear. Unless you want me to paint a pink and yellow circle with big, pretty eyes glaring at me?”

[Pause]

[He chuckles and gets to painting, studying you]

“Mmh… That’s quite a pose, Rosy. Head tilted back in defiance, antennae drawn back, that little pout… You’ve been here a few months now, and I honestly can’t tell if you’re challenging me to do something… or you’re trying to tease me. Either way, it’s… adorable.”

[...]

[He chuckles again]

“Mmhm, I know. Oh, I know, darling, I am simply the worst.”

[SFX: Extended painting action]

[...?]

“Hmm? Oh, hold on… Extend your leg again? The right one… Perfect.”

[SFX: More painting]

[Pause?]

“How long have I painted? Oh, since I was a little boy, I think. If you look up, you can see some of my older pieces on the ceiling. It was mostly silly finger-painting but, when you have eight hands, you can get a bit more expressive, I feel.”

[Pause?]

“Hmhm, no, that was my attempt at a cat. If you look a bit to the right, you can see all of my attempts over the years. I think the last one came out alright.”

[Pause]

“Well… That’s kind of you to say. One can learn quite a bit when they have my time and resources. Hobbies help pass the time. I’m trying knitting. Bit of motor-function confusion when you have all eight hands involved, though.”

[Pause]

“Ooh… What was that pout? No, no, show me again.”

[...]

“Mmh… Rosy… I don’t want to paint you looking sad. Hold still.”

[SFX: Ashton walking across the room]

“Look at me for a moment.”

[You do and, the second you do, he kisses you]

[SFX: Frantic wing flaps and Ashton (probably) giggling with mild maliciousness]

“Mmh. There, a kiss for my Rosy. There’s all that indignation and, ooh… Your wings are lighting up once more…”

[He frowns]

“...They really shouldn’t be lighting up…”

[Pause?]

“...Don’t worry about it. Just sit still and let me paint you looking like an angry cotton ball.”

[SFX: More painting]

[Pause?]

“...Someone’s curious today. What am I reading now, hm? Well, as it were, I’m reading up on your kind, dear. I’ve been seeking an answer concerning your bioluminescence… I hope you’ll forgive me for not reading it to you, this time.”

[Pause?]

[If you didn’t know better, you’d swear he just blushed]

“Why? It, ahm… Was written by a gentleman who was very enthusiastic about his studies on mothfolk. His scientific contributions are immense but he, ah… had something of a habit of… making sketches that are…”

[...?]

[Ashton nods solemnly]

“Yes. Lewd. Quite frankly, I don’t think any mothfolk is capable of pulling off some of these poses. Or of being able to fit that much down their throats.”

[Pause?]

“How much? Erm… We’ll say…a baguette.”

[Pause!]

“...You absolutely cannot fit a whole baguette down your throat. I refuse to believe that.”

[Pause!!]

“Fine! I’ll hand you the prop one from the food piece you were doing, but you’re not going to-!”

[Pause]

[He looks at you in absolute disbelief]

“...Of all the things you had to disprove, it was that myth, hm? Eugh. Fine, cough it up…or gulp it down like a duck, I guess.”

[Pause?]

“What else was in the book…? As I said, it’s largely his scientific observations, sketches, and so on. Mothfolk aren’t easy to get close to, after all. Very justifiably skittish. I just think this gent was, ah… very involved with his work…”

[...]

“...You really want to see the drawings, don’t you?”

[Pause!]

[Ashton sighs and shakes his head]

“Very well… After this, I’ll show you. But I’m not responsible for you getting wound up.”

[Pause!]

“Oh, love, you can give me that look and bob your antennae however you want. I think we both know that, if that were on either of our minds, then we’d act on it, hm?”

[...]

[He smiles pleasantly as you scowl]

“So cute… Now, sit still.”

[Pause!]

“Another question? Oh, very well… What is it now?”

[Pause?]

“...when is your wing going to…heal…”

[In an instant, something changes in him. That sardonic charm turns ice cold]

“...Your wing is never going to heal, Rosy, no matter what I do.”

[...?]

“I assure you… if I could heal them, I would, in an instant. But holes don’t…they don’t go away, and if you try and go out there without being able to fly? You won’t last a day. So, I NEED you to understand that this is NOT about some selfish urge to keep you here, this is me, your DOCTOR, trying to save your fucking LIFE!”

[SFX: Various knickknacks clattering to the ground]

[...]

[He knocks over the easel as he gestures angrily and you scramble back from the stool, cowering on sheer instinct]

“...Don’t look at me like that. I didn’t make this world cruel, I exist in it, same as you! This is how things are. It doesn’t matter if you’re a sweet, curious little moth, or some abomination whose parents decided to leave him in the decayed ruins of some castle as an infant to slowly, agonizingly, starve to death, this world… It doesn’t care.”

[...]

[He takes a breath, holds it, then exhales shakily. His voice turns softer, more genuine. It’s a bit jarring]

“...I’m sorry I yelled. You asked a simple question and I should have responded respectfully. I didn’t mean to legitimately frighten you… Can I help you up, please?”

[...]

[SFX: Ashton helping the Listener up]

“...I’ll give you some space… I just ask one thing.”

[Pause?]

“If you decide to leave, I cannot stop you, nor will I. For however vile you think me, I am not a man that will force himself or his wishes upon another living being. I just ask that… you say goodbye… I know I will not see you again if this happens, whether it is of your control or if the world decides to cut you down, I simply wish to have that closure…”

[...!]

[He grunts as you hug him, tensing]

“...And we’re…hugging now…”

[Pause!]

“What? Yes, I used myself as an example of this world’s cruelty. I don’t have many other references.”

[Pause!!!]

“Rosy, you’re being hysterical! Yes, it’s sad, I suppose, but it doesn’t matter anymore! It doesn’t hurt anymore, so-”.

[!!!!!]

[Ashton awkwardly holds you for a bit with the occasional, intensely befuddled: “There, there…”]

“...You confuse me. You are literally the most confusing person I have ever met.”

[Pause]

“...Why are you sad for me?”

[Pause]

“I…I was not sad for you, I just… I was making a point…”

[...]

“...I need to go.”

[He steps out of your hug so fast that you nearly fall on your face and hurries out of the room]

[SFX: Ashton going to get some cigarettes at the gas station]

[...]

[SFX: Rosy picking up the painting]

[You pick up the painting, expecting his normal means of teasing, but… it’s beautiful. He even painted your wings before they were injured]

[To be continued]

Note: Bread 👍