Edmondia: I've solved my problem
EnsTren: yay
Edmondia: am using my little button on the laptop
EnsTren: yay button
Edmondia: I hate hte button
EnsTren: but better than freeze
Edmondia: true
Edmondia: so how does Seto feel about his stint with his hormones?
EnsTren: still upset
EnsTren signed on at 8:35:25 PM.
Edmondia: understandable
Edmondia: well, gee, he was snoozing on top of a hot chick
Edmondia: with his head buried in her boobs
Edmondia: apparently, he is not gay
EnsTren: asexual and attracted to his yami no matter what
Edmondia: mmhmm
Edmondia: awkward boi
EnsTren: yush
Edmondia: b00bies
EnsTren: yes
Edmondia: he's in trouble if Seth notices
EnsTren: notices that he likes boobies?
Edmondia: ayup
Edmondia: tease him to death
EnsTren: oh?
Edmondia: "Look, there's Mai! Wow, she's practically hanging out of that, ne?"
Edmondia: "Isn't it fun watching Anzu run?"
EnsTren: And then he'd be uber sweet
EnsTren: "I dont' like that."
Edmondia: "Oh?"
EnsTren: "I think I only like you."
Edmondia: "Oh?" A hip wiggle.
EnsTren: He looked away, "I don't like that I'm starting to like you that way. It's dirty."
Edmondia: "Nothing dirty about it, love. That's how we make babies, and babies are good. It's sacred, silly, not bad!"
EnsTren: "It is dirty because of how I think of you."
Edmondia: "How do you they think about me?"
EnsTren: "Better than they do of me."
Edmondia: She slunk up to him, trailing a finger over his collarbone. "Or worse," she purred, "After all..."
EnsTren: He flintched away.
Edmondia: Her smile turned a bit bitter, "After all, I'm horrible to you." She gave him a pat.
EnsTren: "you're nice to them, they are probbally more likely to be your friend if they think you treat me badly, I know the mutt would."
Edmondia: "He'd bitch me out, love. His relationship with Mai is a lot more stable than ours - tentative though they are. He's cheered you on before, pretty." She wrapped her arms around his neck. "He's one of the few boys who wouldn't sleep with me if I offered."
Edmondia: (mew?)
EnsTren: (mewmew)
EnsTren: "I'm one of the other ones."
Edmondia: She rubbed noses. "Alas, I'm aware of that, sweetling."
EnsTren: "And why do you say he would be angry at you?" He tilted his head away subtly.
EnsTren: (jou cheered seto? when?)
Edmondia: (Duelit Kingdom, versus Pegsu)
Edmondia: (he went 'kick his arse!')
EnsTren: (oh yush)
Edmondia: "He thinks I should treat you well, honey, and he's right."
EnsTren: "You do."
Edmondia: She shook her head. "We both know better than that."
EnsTren: "I don't like liking you like that"
Edmondia: She stood on her tiptoes and kissed his nose. "You're a boy, I'm a hot chick."
Edmondia: "Besides... soulmates, love."
EnsTren: "I don't like it."
Edmondia: She blinked slowly and rocked back onto her heels. "Thanks, honey."
EnsTren: He blinked at her, confused.
Edmondia: "You don't like looking at me?"
EnsTren: "I don't like liking you that way."
Edmondia: "I'm sorry."
EnsTren: He was quiet, quietquiet.
Edmondia: She brushed her fingers through his hair. "Does it upset you that much?"
EnsTren: "I shouldn't feel that way about you with how I think of you"
Edmondia: "And how do you think about me?"
EnsTren: "How you don't want me to."
Edmondia: "You don't think about me all that way, otherwise you wouldn't feel like this."
EnsTren: "Think and feel are diffrent"
Edmondia: She nuzzled him.
Edmondia: "I'm sorry I confuse you."
EnsTren: "Thanks"
Edmondia: She stroked his cheek with the back of her hand. "Pretty light..."
Edmondia: "I love you."
Edmondia: She nuzzled.
EnsTren: He was sad
Edmondia: "What's wrong, honey?"
Edmondia: "...does it upset you that much?"
EnsTren: "Sometimes."
Edmondia: "Sometimes?" She tilted her head. "When not?"
EnsTren: "When I don't realize it"
Edmondia: "...aha."
Edmondia: "When you've got your face smushed in my boobs."
EnsTren: "I feel guilty"
Edmondia: "Guilty because...?"
EnsTren: "I shouldn't."
Edmondia: "Shouldn't...?"
EnsTren: "Like it. Or think I might like it"
Edmondia: "You're a teenage boy, Seto."
EnsTren: "You lived in my heart as my mother."
Edmondia: "Past tense, my love."
EnsTren: "You did, and you do now to some extent. It's changing and I don't liek it"
Edmondia: "Things change, Seto..." she sighed, "And you do have hormones, and I'm both available, attractive, and in love with you."
EnsTren: "I didn't used to have them."
Edmondia: "Hormones?"
EnsTren: "Or the results of having them"
Edmondia: "You love me, I love you."
Edmondia: "I'm sorry I make you sad, love."
EnsTren: "I'm sorry I make you sad."
Edmondia: "You don't make me sad."
EnsTren: "Don't lie"
Edmondia: "You don't always make me sad.."
EnsTren: "But I do"
Edmondia: "No, not always." She kissed his nose. "Sometimes you make me very very happy."
EnsTren: He stared at his knees
Edmondia: She tilted his head up so he looked at her eyes. "You do make me happy, love."
EnsTren: He was sad
Edmondia: "Tell me," she coaxed, "What's wrong?"
EnsTren: "What is changing."
Edmondia: "Do you love me?"
EnsTren: "Yes, but not like that"
Edmondia: "...if you didn't love me like that, you wouldn't be attracted to me like that."
EnsTren: "Feelings are changing."
Edmondia: "Are you upset that your feelings for me are changing?"
EnsTren: "Yes."
Edmondia: She repressed the urge to act like a young silly girl and run about shrieking, "He likes me! He likes me!"
EnsTren: Because he was sad.
Edmondia: So she stroked his shoulder and kissed his nose.
EnsTren: And held him because he was so sad.
Edmondia: "Things change, pretty light-mine," she said gently, "But I love you."
EnsTren: He let her hold him and pretened it was motherly.
Edmondia: When she caught wind of the thought, though, she pushed him away.
EnsTren: And he...closed up in on himself so she couldn't hear him or see him and walked away from her to find a place where he could cry alone.
Edmondia: She watched him leave, but didn't chase him, because she couldn't stand for him to think of her like that.
EnsTren: And he cried, burried in pillows and blankets and alonealonealone... And when he was too sad to stand being alone he hugged his plushie to him.
Edmondia: And later, she came in and hugged him.
EnsTren: And he pushed here away from his pillow fort.
Edmondia: "Am I not allowed?"
EnsTren: He wouldn't talk to her, and closed off from her and hid every iota of his pressance from her.
Edmondia: "I can't be your mother," she told him, "I can't be."
EnsTren: He didn't hear, he was closed, gone.
Edmondia: She wanted to grab him and shake him and scream at him.
EnsTren: He was dark and dim.
Edmondia: She crawled next to him and wrapped herself around him.
EnsTren: He kept his thoughts and feelings from her, he kept his light from her and curled up as tight as he could to avoid contact.
Edmondia: She wrapped herself more closely around him and nuzzled him. Warmlightsweet.
EnsTren: He flintched from her touch.
Edmondia: Are you frightened of me?
EnsTren: He would not answer, only tugged and turned so he was covered on all sides by the blanket and was curled up on the cornners and edges, trapped in suffocating heat.
Edmondia: She pulled him out again.
EnsTren: He fought her.
Edmondia: She pinned him.
EnsTren: He fought and squirmed and would not look at her.
Edmondia: She sat on him and pinned his wrists. "What is wrong?"
EnsTren: He thought it was obvious, he wanted to be away from her.
Edmondia: "You can't just get rid of me, Seto," she hissed, "Not like you run away from everyone else."
EnsTren: He lodged his foot against her and tenced just enough to let her know he would kick if she didn't release him.
Edmondia: "Oh, you'll kick me?" she hissed, "How friendly of you, sweetling."
EnsTren: He did kick her, and then he ran.
Edmondia: And then he couldn't run - he couldn't move, because her magic was wrapped around him.
EnsTren: And he fought it with all his iron will and tried to cut though it with his light.
Edmondia: She touched his cheek with a delicate hand. "Do you hate me so much?" she asked bitterly, then released him and walked away.
EnsTren: And he ran, and ran until he couldn't run, and then he walked until he could again.
Edmondia: Why did everything go so wrong?
EnsTren: He just wanted to be alone long enough, why wouldn't she let him?! Why did she persist in touching him how he didn't want?
Edmondia: She was scary.
EnsTren: He loved her, but sometimes he hated her.
Edmondia: She was strange and frightening.
EnsTren: And so he curled up in another plac, covered and tight enough to pretend he was being held.
Edmondia: It wasn't good, it wasn't dark and warm and safe!
EnsTren: But he could make it that way in his head.
EnsTren: At least a little, enough to comfort him, enough to calm him.
Edmondia: He'd been sleeping on her and she'd been so soft and so warm and yummy and darkdarkdark.
EnsTren: He disaplined his mind to precive it the way he wanted to.
Edmondia: Softshadowedsweet.
Edmondia: But... that was bad.
Edmondia: She'd yell and hurt him more if she knew.
EnsTren: But he was here because she had pushed him away.
Edmondia: Because she didn't want him to think of her that way.
EnsTren: Well it was her own fault. Her choice.
Edmondia: She'd made him like this!
EnsTren: So he convinced himself that the pillows and blankets felt right
Edmondia: He tried not to think of softsilk hands and soft hair tumbling over his skin.
EnsTren: Holding, rubbing his back, warm, safe, dark.
EnsTren: (you know I'm half convinced that it's changing too fast for him)
Edmondia: (he's definitely freaked out)
Edmondia: (it may very well be)
EnsTren: (and she's not stable enough even if it was)
Edmondia: (definitely not)
EnsTren: (I wonder, when's the last time Seto felt safe before Seth?)
Edmondia: (not sure)
EnsTren: (but he doesn't feel it very often)
Edmondia: (safe?)
EnsTren: (before seth)
EnsTren: (and I don't mean, ha you can't touch me, or hah, I can kick your ass)
EnsTren: (I mean, let your guard down, relax, some's got my back)
Edmondia: (rarely, I think)
Edmondia: (looooooooong time ago)
EnsTren: (and then she comes into his life)
EnsTren: (and he feels safe)
EnsTren: (around her, and even a little around atemu)
Edmondia: (mmhmm)
EnsTren: (and now she's trying to 'take that away' and change it into something he instinctivly knows he's not ready for (at least not with her) andshe's DEFINETLY not ready for)
Edmondia: (mmhmm)
Edmondia: (she's getting better - I don't think she'd kill him if they did wind up doing it)
EnsTren: (yeah, but he'd kill himself)
EnsTren: (by now he's ready for sex--if he didn't have her in his head as a mother)
Edmondia: (mmhmm - but that image is being shaken no matter how hard he clings to it)
EnsTren: (and that really fucks him up)
Edmondia: (the clinging especially)
EnsTren: (her clinging to him, or him ot the image)