crowspace | voicetesting for canonmates and fate/servant AUs

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[Their eyes go wide, deep black fixed on Ritsuka's face.]

Did this humble priest say something wrong? Why would you stop?

[Why do you do that with your face, cut that out.]

I know you remember Shimosa and Heian-kyo. You don't need to pretend.

...Pretend?

[They repeat quietly, though their tone tilts upward on the last syllable.]

Ehhhh~? Master...you really think...I'm pretending?

Yes.

[Don't go all doe eyes at them, it's not gonna work.]

...

[Their eyes flit down...and then their shoulders start shaking, a low rumbling of a laugh emanating from their chest.]

Huhuhuhuhu. Hahahaha.

NnnnnnNNNNN!

[And their mouth opens into a wide, vicious grin, eyes as dark as can be.]

You are correct! Hahahaha! That was nonsense! All nonsense! Oh, a silly jest! I remember everything! The Caster and Alter Ego Limbo, yes, I remember it all!! Hahahaha! Thank you, thank you ever so much for playing along with my games! Hoe grateful I am to you, Master!

Yeah, yeah. Do you want a cookie or what.

[They're not impressed.]

Huhuhuhu.

[And just going to chuckle into their sleeve, obviously amused.]

Aw, Master~ Are you really so upset with me? Despite everything, I am still yours. Only yours! Forever yours.

I'm more exasperated than upset? ...But yeah, I know.

[Hair scritch. A very loyal servant, they are.]

[Oh, that's a nice scritch. Time to lean in against it.]

...I do wonder. If you knew all this time, were you really just humoring me? You could've just called me at my bluff earlier than this!

Well, you seemed like you were having fun... [More scritches.] I don't think anyone believed you in the first place anyway.

I was...

[It was fun. Pretending to be someone they were obviously not.]

[...]

Am I that bad at lying? How unfortunate. [And a little sigh - they reach forward to place a hand on the other's leg.] I can't say I didn't regret trying, though, mm.

[Not gonna fluster at them getting touchy-feely now, nope nope nope.]

You're good at a lot of other things, I think it's probably for the best that you aren't good at lying too.

Ohh? Praise from my lord? What praise it is! Ahh, like sweet nectar to my ears!

[Grinning, Douman leans in to bump their head against Ritsuka's, nails prickling a little into their thigh.]

Hahahaha. This just means I need to work at it even more, though.

I'm not that stingy with my praise, am I...?

[They like to think they compliment their Servants a lot, even the ones who aren't overly affectionate and scratchy cats.]

Not at all. But to hear it after I've lowered my mask...

[A low rumble comes from their chest, like a purr. Their hand reaches up to cup Ritsuka's chin, tilting it upwards.]

Hmmm. How special you are to say such sweet words about one who, at the behest of the alien god, was ever so set against you before.

[They've been doing a good job of not getting flustered before, but even they can't help the red that spreads over their face now.]

Well, I - a lot of my Servants used to be my enemies, not just you...

Yes, but your miraculous Chaldea summoning system doesn't allow much to get through, does it? Even with their prior status as enemies, here, they are summoned anew, ready to start a new life with their new dear Master they have yet to be acquainted with.

[And Douman laughs, leaning in, nose brushing against nose, their two-toned hair surrounding the both of them like a curtain.]

And here we are, continuing from where we left off. Ahhh. I wanted this to happen. I wished to be at your side before you so ruthlessly ended my life. And here I am. Master...ah, my Master...

[They sigh, breath edging into a whine, as they press lips against lips.]

Aren't you happy, to have this Douman at your beck and call? Hm?

Douman-

[They've tried to be unflappable around them, but even they have their limit. They squeak a little when they're kissed, and it only lasts a second before they break away to hide their burning face in Douman's chest.]

G-geeze... give me a little warning before you do that...

[What a beautiful rush of blood in their Master's cheeks! What vivid warmth! Douman chuckles, their hand moving to rest against the back of their Master's head.]

Hahahaha. Forgive this humble priest. I was so overtaken by emotions...nnnn. How exquisite...

[It really is hard, to continue like this. A shudder moves through their body as their nails prick over the other's neck. Douman moves in to press a kiss on the top of their head, murmuring.]

You really are quite sweet, my lord. I feel one taste is simply not enough.

[They take a deep breath or two, before tilting their face up with a determined expression.]

O...okay. I'm ready this time.

[Douman won't embarrass them again! (They will definitely embarrass them again, if not with kisses than with something else.)]

...

[Oh, and the Master is allowing themselves to come back for more. Like a dancer moving at the edge of a shark's tank, about to fall in.]

This is what I was saying before. You are truly irreplaceable. A unique soul, truly. You open yourself up to so much...oh, it almost makes me worried about you, you know?

["Almost".]

[Douman leans in once again, hovering - before twisting their head, pressing a deep kiss against their Master's jawline. Not satiated, they move again, another kiss, and then another above Ritsuka's pulse.]

[Almost, as if they wouldn't enjoy dragging them into the depths of hedonism along with them.

A soft gasp escapes their lips when Douman kisses their neck. It feels good, it does, but - they gently place their hands on Douman's cheeks to tilt their face toward them.]

Not like that, I want to kiss you properly.

[They're the ones who lean in this time, though their kiss is shy and chaste.]

Properly?

[How very funny. Very well, another thing to allow their Master. For sure, a chaste kiss. Douman almost wants to laugh, to ask, exactly, what more they would want out of this snake of a priest besides something as simple as this...]

[But that will wait for later. The Servant sighs into the kiss, their kiss just as gentle at first...before they lean into it, prolonging it with a flick of their tongue across their Master's lips.]

[Like a taste. Just a little taste.]

[Why do they have to want more than this? This is nice. Can't they just enjoy kissing Douman?

The tongue over their lips gets a little gasp, their lips parting automatically. Of course they want a taste - they'd said as much.]

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god i can spell "how" i swear

hoe don't do it

(limbo voice) hoe i will

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