[He doesn't really have an answer past that. Until he showed up at the resort, Dodger was on the fence about whether his visions were real or just elaborate hallucinations. But he's run into people from his other lives, and that makes it a lot harder to discount them than it already was.
Dodger tips his head, and takes the cigarette from Bigby's claws so he can take a drag. Although his gaze is still scanning over the wolf, as if he's going to get new information just from cataloguing what he looks like.]
Yeah. That's why I get nosebleeds. I usually means I'm seeing something I'm not supposed to, or... remembering something that didn't happen to this version of me.
[He pauses.]
What are you?
[His tone is mild. He knows Bigby isn't human, but it seems silly to jump straight to werewolf when he could just be a mutant (or mutant equivalent) with wolf-like powers.]
[ He lightly snorts. It’s true — he just never knew the extent of it. He’s not in the business of knowing that sort of thing anyway, not when his territory is now just a small enclave in New York. The thought does get him to frown, but he’s distracted when Dodger takes the cigarette, and again when he asks his question. ]
Not human. [ Stating the obvious on purpose. He’d be more inclined to leave it at that if Dodger didn’t just spill his own story. ] Not a werewolf or a shapeshifter or whatever else you might have where you’re from. This— [ He motions to his body with a downward sweep of a hand. ] —isn’t natural for me.
[ He turns fully toward Dodger, hand hanging at his pocket by the thumb. Whether Bigby seems to notice or not, his face is distinctly becoming less human, hair darkening to a coal black. He could go on. Instead, he pivots back. ]
So what did you see last time? When you were in heat?
[He nearly just accepts that as an answer. Not human is obvious, but... not a werewolf, not a skin-walker, not a mutant, that doesn't leave much else for him to assume. If the human body isn't his natural state, then... huh.
Dodger hesitates, almost wanting to steer the conversation back there. But he also doesn't think it really matters, either way Bigby is something he can't rely on previous experience for.]
I don't know. It's... fuzzy.
[Even fuzzier now, it takes him a while to even remember what happened two weeks ago and then try to remember what it is he saw.]
Someone... I've seen before. I think. I usually don't see faces. But he had dark hair, and horns, and claws... he must've fucked me, that's what I saw. Him getting inside of me.
[He has more information than that, but not much. And he's willing to be open to a point but who knows how Bigby is going to feel about Dodger mentioning that he's pretty sure he met this mystery man in Hell.]
I usually can't bottom unless I'm in heat, but that's... it's new. So maybe that version of me didn't get fucked up, or maybe I got over it. I don't know.
[ His eyes narrow. It's not exactly the answer he expected, but then again what was. It paints a picture for him, at least, of some unknown creature from a completely different world, digging his claws into Dodger's skin, thrusting hard into him. Horns aside, it's close enough. Go figure that's the one that came through when he was with Bigby. ]
... So that's why. [ Both to Dodger's reaction and insistence on using slimes. He frowns despite the younger man seeming far from the type that wants pity. ] At least here you can get whatever you want, right? Nothing to hold you back? [ Granted, it's not real, but Dodger did make it seem like it would feel close enough. ]
Just... come here.
[ He reaches for Dodger's jaw, eyeing him first before tugging him closer for a kiss. Already, he starts off hungry, teasing with sharp teeth if the other decides to slide his tongue past his lips. In the middle of this, Bigby drops his hand toward Dodger's wrist, jerking it for him to let go of the cigarette. He stomps on it, foot twisting hard on the ground before he starts to push Dodger toward the closest wall.
When Bigby slams the young man onto a hard surface, closing him in, he finally pulls away. ]
Feels about right, doesn't it?
[ It's still so surreal, but he's leaning into it the longer they're in here. ]
[He doesn't like pity, but he's starting to get used to it. And he's starting to slowly understand that generally when he gets 'pity', it's some form of compassion. So he just nods, and tries not to pay too much attention to the instinctive thought that Bigby is looking down on him.
Whatever you want. That phrase has gotten... a little dicey in his mind, specifically because of Bigby. The last time Henry had tried to ask where all those scars came from, Dodger had told him he'd give him whatever he wants except Bigby's name. He barely knows the man, certainly doesn't know him well enough to know if he's safe around Henry. And he doesn't want to be cut off from the source of all this thrilling danger, so.... better to just keep them separate, even if it makes Dodger feel incredibly guilty.
He nearly says something to that effect before Bigby grabs him, kisses him, pins him to the wall, and all of those thoughts disappear immediately. Dodger moves with it easily, pressing back into the kiss and shivering at the teeth against his tongue, and gasping sharply when his back hits the wall. By the time Bigby pulls away, he's looking down at him with a look of starstruck excitement.]
Yeah... could you bounce my head off the wall again?
[Feels silly to ask for it, but he's starting to realize he just won't get it often enough if he doesn't.]
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[He doesn't really have an answer past that. Until he showed up at the resort, Dodger was on the fence about whether his visions were real or just elaborate hallucinations. But he's run into people from his other lives, and that makes it a lot harder to discount them than it already was.
Dodger tips his head, and takes the cigarette from Bigby's claws so he can take a drag. Although his gaze is still scanning over the wolf, as if he's going to get new information just from cataloguing what he looks like.]
Yeah. That's why I get nosebleeds. I usually means I'm seeing something I'm not supposed to, or... remembering something that didn't happen to this version of me.
[He pauses.]
What are you?
[His tone is mild. He knows Bigby isn't human, but it seems silly to jump straight to werewolf when he could just be a mutant (or mutant equivalent) with wolf-like powers.]
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Not human. [ Stating the obvious on purpose. He’d be more inclined to leave it at that if Dodger didn’t just spill his own story. ] Not a werewolf or a shapeshifter or whatever else you might have where you’re from. This— [ He motions to his body with a downward sweep of a hand. ] —isn’t natural for me.
[ He turns fully toward Dodger, hand hanging at his pocket by the thumb. Whether Bigby seems to notice or not, his face is distinctly becoming less human, hair darkening to a coal black. He could go on. Instead, he pivots back. ]
So what did you see last time? When you were in heat?
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Dodger hesitates, almost wanting to steer the conversation back there. But he also doesn't think it really matters, either way Bigby is something he can't rely on previous experience for.]
I don't know. It's... fuzzy.
[Even fuzzier now, it takes him a while to even remember what happened two weeks ago and then try to remember what it is he saw.]
Someone... I've seen before. I think. I usually don't see faces. But he had dark hair, and horns, and claws... he must've fucked me, that's what I saw. Him getting inside of me.
[He has more information than that, but not much. And he's willing to be open to a point but who knows how Bigby is going to feel about Dodger mentioning that he's pretty sure he met this mystery man in Hell.]
I usually can't bottom unless I'm in heat, but that's... it's new. So maybe that version of me didn't get fucked up, or maybe I got over it. I don't know.
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... So that's why. [ Both to Dodger's reaction and insistence on using slimes. He frowns despite the younger man seeming far from the type that wants pity. ] At least here you can get whatever you want, right? Nothing to hold you back? [ Granted, it's not real, but Dodger did make it seem like it would feel close enough. ]
Just... come here.
[ He reaches for Dodger's jaw, eyeing him first before tugging him closer for a kiss. Already, he starts off hungry, teasing with sharp teeth if the other decides to slide his tongue past his lips. In the middle of this, Bigby drops his hand toward Dodger's wrist, jerking it for him to let go of the cigarette. He stomps on it, foot twisting hard on the ground before he starts to push Dodger toward the closest wall.
When Bigby slams the young man onto a hard surface, closing him in, he finally pulls away. ]
Feels about right, doesn't it?
[ It's still so surreal, but he's leaning into it the longer they're in here. ]
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Whatever you want. That phrase has gotten... a little dicey in his mind, specifically because of Bigby. The last time Henry had tried to ask where all those scars came from, Dodger had told him he'd give him whatever he wants except Bigby's name. He barely knows the man, certainly doesn't know him well enough to know if he's safe around Henry. And he doesn't want to be cut off from the source of all this thrilling danger, so.... better to just keep them separate, even if it makes Dodger feel incredibly guilty.
He nearly says something to that effect before Bigby grabs him, kisses him, pins him to the wall, and all of those thoughts disappear immediately. Dodger moves with it easily, pressing back into the kiss and shivering at the teeth against his tongue, and gasping sharply when his back hits the wall. By the time Bigby pulls away, he's looking down at him with a look of starstruck excitement.]
Yeah... could you bounce my head off the wall again?
[Feels silly to ask for it, but he's starting to realize he just won't get it often enough if he doesn't.]