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TRUSTFELL | ISAAC CMO POST

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CALL ME OUT POST
ISAAC MCDOUGAL
TRUSTFELLED: TRUST FALL WITH A VENGEANCE EDITION

Regardless of the AU Isaac is absolutely involved with water in some way. He's probably a scientist, because being a huge nerd is part of his soul. Being socially awkward is also part of his soul!

Pokémon AU: Trainer info here! Wow, I bet you didn't guess he'd be training so many Water and Ice-types!!! He also loves battling, but he battles Pokémon Special style - he will absolutely ride his Pokémon into battle!!

Apartment AU: A scientist who is either so devoted to his research he doesn't come home for days or he's taking fights as a resident of fight floor. Either way he's a disaster. While he does love puns, he absolutely can't stand Frozen references made at his expense. NO HE WILL NOT "LET IT GO" DON'T EVEN GET STARTED WITH THAT.

Weird Family AU: Father of Angel and stepfather of Inigo. He's a scientist here too, but he tries to prioritize his family over research. He's horribly socially awkward and prefers not to think too much about his kids growing up. How did he end up married to Ferid?? We just don't know.

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[O-Oh, this is pretty close, huh...]

Are you sure, your— Um. Ferid?

[It sounds a little strange to call him that without a "prince" beforehand, but it's nice too. He certainly wouldn't mind getting rid of the formalities for a night.]

I'm always certain with you, Isaac.

[Which... isn't true, sometimes. He's certain of certain things, and certain of certain reactions, but other times Ferid feels like he's one step on a boat rolling in the harbor's minor waves, bobbing up and down and overly-conscious of it.

It's not an unpleasant feeling, but it's still something that gives him pause. Like now, clenching the blankets a little to have something to hold onto while his smile stays as it always is.]

It sounds nicer than I thought it would, too. Like we're equals.

[That gets him to look away for a moment before he forces himself to look at Ferid again.]

I... I don't mind it at all. For tonight! Obviously.

[It really is nice, but it wouldn't do to be too enthusiastic about it, right? He can never truly be Ferid's equal, but for a night it's certainly appreciated.]

[Part of him wants to ask for it to be an all the time thing. When they're alone, at least, like this. But he resists, just like he resists touching Isaac again.]

For tonight. Now, what else shall I ask you to do? Shall I see what the limits of your loyalty are?

You can test the limits if you like, but I would do anything for you, your hi— Ferid.

[It sounds a lot more personal when he addresses it to Ferid directly and Isaac glances away for a moment before he corrects himself.]

[Ferid opens his mouth and swiftly shuts it, humming thoughtfully.]

... Anything is a heavy word to use, Isaac. I could ask such terrible things of you, and you'd do it? No matter how much you hate yourself afterwards?

[Perhaps surprisingly, there isn't any hesitation in his response.]

I know. It's not the sort of thing I'd offer lightly. But I trust you. I don't believe you'd be that cruel.

[...To him, at least. Maybe it's stupid to think that, but he says it with certainty.]

[... It really is stupid to think it, to be so certain, and he laughs as he tucks himself back into the too-soft pillows, shaking his head.

How weird it was, to have someone's complete faith like that.]

You're stupid. [But it's full of affection.] Lay with me a while and I'll think of all the cruel things I could do to you, I could ask of you, and see which one I'd enjoy the most~.

Maybe I am, but I don't think I'm wrong to trust you this much.

[He's sure he couldn't explain it though. Isaac moves to get a little more comfortable though, but he doesn't really know what to do with himself beyond that. It would be one thing if this were anyone but the prince, but even though he's been told to ignore formalities tonight he's still a little apprehensive to relax too much.]

[Better that he doesn't, really; Ferid is unpredictable, and he takes it seriously when he thinks on it for a while, though he's already had a queue in mind of things to ask of Isaac.]

I suppose I'm lucky you fell into my service instead of someone else's, then. You'd be a dangerous foe.

[... No, he's still dangerous, and the prince keeps his gaze steady on Isaac, waiting a moment before displaying his open palm.]

Kiss it.

[Isaac doesn't really have a response to that. Some part of him thinks he'd never turn against Ferid regardless of the circumstances, but if he'd never met Ferid then who knows what would have happened?

Ferid's command gets a moment's hesitation, if only because Isaac isn't really sure why this is what Ferid's decided on. The moment doesn't last long though, and Isaac leans down to press a kiss to Ferid's palm.]

[The obeyed action causes his fingers to flinch a little, just slightly, and there's no hesitation with the next odd command, quiet but interested.]

Again. Up my arm.

[A hand kiss was... fine, even if it was usually to the back rather than the palm, but the more one ascends the more intimate it is, and Ferid knows that. He'll even extend his arm as necessary, kind person he apparently seems.]

[Oh... that's... well, that's a little more intimate, but Isaac doesn't hesitate too long before following that command as well. He's not too gentle with Ferid, but he's definitely not going to leave marks either. He stops after a moment, but he can't get himself to look up at Ferid no matter how hard he tries. Isaac's trying his best not to blush, but that definitely isn't working.]

What next?

[It's fine if Isaac can't look at him, because Ferid's caught somewhere between being so very entertained and uncomfortably aware of what next he wants. He breathes out evenly, forcing himself to relax, and inclines his head to the side calmly, exposing his neck wordlessly.]

[He knows exactly what Ferid wants and he knows he should at least pause a moment and ask if that's really what Ferid wants. It'll give them both enough time to decide if this is going too far (it is) and they'll probably stop and...

...And he doesn't want that, so instead he leans in without asking and presses a kiss to Ferid's neck, lingering a bit longer than he really needs to before pulling back wordlessly.]

[It's not the first time he's had someone kiss the exact spot, but they hadn't pulled away the way Isaac did, the feeling lingering far longer than the touch. Ferid's aware of the heat in his face too, though it'll never match Isaac's, and he deny that the queue of things just became a lot shorter.

And filled with things he couldn't ask, even in jest or to display an odd form of cruelty.]

... Your obedience and dedication is unmatched, [even if it's a little hard to speak, voice a little hoarse,] and I'll never doubt your word. Good job.

[He pauses, hand reaching up to feel his neck, before he glances away. It's hard to look at Isaac.]

Suppose we were true equals. I, a fellow guard, or you, a prince. What would you wish to do next?

[It's almost a little disappointing to see that Ferid can maintain his composure so well after something like that. Isaac's trying his best but he knows he's not doing a good enough job of it. At least Ferid isn't pointing it out. That would be cruel.

It is disappointing that Ferid doesn't have any other orders that continue this, because if it was simply orders then at the very least he couldn't say no. (He wouldn't say no anyway. He doesn't know what to make of that.) But there aren't any more orders and he's left staring wide-eyed at the question.

He really can't think of himself as being equal to Ferid, but he's proved his loyalty and that was what this whole test was about. Right? It takes him a long moment to find his voice.]

I... I don't know. I'm not sure I have an answer for that.

[He's not sure he has an answer that's acceptable anyway, and the realization gets him to look away.]

You do, but you're not allowed to say it.

[A guess at best, since he's the same. Ferid takes the time Isaac looks away to sink into the pillows, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment and opening them when he feels he can control his voice a little better. Putting out, for all intents and purposes, a tone of casual amusement.]

Tell me. I'm sure you can't be that crude, Isaac, there's been far worse said behind my barely turned back before they'd been silenced with their own knives.

[Because Ferid is pretty and bewitchingly so, because he's grown into a handsome young man with no shortage of rumors and admirers, and not all his admirers are so polite with their mouths.]

[The flinch that gets out of him probably says everything Ferid needs to know, honestly. Isaac tries to settle a bit, but that's much tougher than it should be. If this were anyone else he would say it and while he might not be crude he's definitely not as elegant with it as Ferid would be. But this is Ferid and there are some lines he's not sure he can cross.

He really wants to, but he shouldn't.]

I... I'm sorry, I really can't...

[He'd probably die of embarrassment just trying to admit it anyway.]

... Would you be more comfortable showing it?

[His gaze has returned to Isaac now, slight tension in his otherwise relaxed position, and knows he wouldn't. It isn't a matter of words. It's a matter of station.

He shakes head. Cruelty would mean forcing Isaac to try anyway, or to take it on himself to guess with great accuracy, and... maybe Isaac's right. Maybe Ferid can't be totally cruel towards him.]

Nevermind. It seems the medicine's finally kicking in and clouding my mind.

[An easy lie.]

Thank you for entertaining my whims, Isaac. As odd as they must have seemed to you.

[Right, the medicine... That would explain this. It would be a disappointing explanation, but maybe Ferid won't remember any of this later and that... that would definitely be for the best. Isaac can ignore everything that happened here and continue to serve the prince as he should. That should be simple enough.

He nods though, because even if it was just the medicine talking, he did enjoy it.]

It's... It's alright. I'll always do what I can for you, Ferid.

[The name comes easier now and he's going to have to be careful he doesn't slip up in the future.]

I'm glad I could prove my loyalty to you.

[Even if it was in an extremely unconventional way.]

[He hums distantly at that, still watching Isaac, before he carefully sits up again and moves to rest against his guard with a slight discomfort. The wound's still bothersome, no matter the salves and coverings.]

I'd like it if you kissed me again. [It's so hard to be casual, but he manages.] Where you please this time.

...Are you sure?

[That's not the response he should have gone with, but there really isn't any denying how badly he wants to fulfill Ferid's request.]

Have you ever seen me unsure, Isaac?

[... Wouldn't he like to?]

Well... no, of course not, but...

[...But what? He wants to do this and Ferid's certain, so there isn't any need to hesitate anymore. Isaac leans in to kiss low on Ferid's neck again, though it's not anything he rushes with this time. Part of that is because he's not sure he can really look Ferid in the eyes after this, but part of it is simply because he doesn't really want to stop.]

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