Porn: Nature's cure.
(No sex)
Backdated to between June 11 and June 18, 2008. Melchior and Moritz (onlythedusk) chat in the compound about birthdays and porn.
Moritz: So the Island has been an interesting experience so far, and Moritz feels nearly exhausted. He collapses into a chair and rests his forehead on the table, arms hanging limp by his sides. "Ugh. This place. It's torture, Melchi. Pure torture."
Melchior: Melchior looks up from his book, smiling faintly, though he can't help but be slightly afraid of history repeating. He sets his book down and scoots closer to Moritz, tilting his head. "What's wrong?"
Moritz: "There was a girl -- oh god she looked like an angel. Long blonde hair, the palest skin -- long beautiful neck. And her dress -- flattered her very nicely, I'll say that." He sighs and rests his head on his arms. "She thought I was her lover. I was a little sorry to tell her I wasn't."
Melchior: Melchior is amused, more than he should be, and he playfully nudges Moritz. "Maybe you should have." Though once it's out, he's a little ashamed of it; getting a lover certainly hadn't lead to anything good for him. He bites his lip and looks back at the table.
Moritz: "I wish I had, a little." He sighs, a bit whistfully. "She touched me, Melchi. She touched my lip and looked at me with such tenderness I thought I would cry. She was so happy to see me. Perhaps if I hadn't told her -- she would have taken me in her arms and held me against her breast..." He sighs and closes his eyes. "Oh God, I would have fainted, surely."
Melchior: He reaches out and squeezes Moritz's arm, finding himself running out of things to say, his mind clouding with thoughts that aren't quite what he thinks Moritz needs to hear right now. "Well... You may think the answer lies in a woman's breast, but... it doesn't, Moritz."
Moritz: "Oh that wasn't the worst of it. You were right, women do dress differently here." He sits up again, rubbing at his eyes. "I met Helen. She... oh God Melchi, you should have seen her." Moritz groans and leans back against his chair, looking a little dazed. "Her dress. Cut all the way down to here." He gestures, indicating a deeply plunging neckline. "And came to above her knees. Bare foot, bare arms. I could barely speak."
Melchior: His mind eases and he pats Moritz's arm before leaning against the table, watching his friend. "Maybe this is what you need. Maybe you'll become desensitized to it all, and soon you won't bat an eye at a girl's bare arms."
Moritz: "To just -- see everything all at once, so I get used to it?" Moritz contemplates this, looking deeply thoughtful. "That could work. Or I could spontaniously combust, one of the two." But his tone is teasing and he laughs a little.
Melchior: "Oh! That reminds me!" He sits up straight and scoots closer to Moritz, setting his arm around Moritz's shoulders and leaning in. "A man I've met here is from a future Germany, and he said that he went into a 'porn shop' -- he offered me one of his porn magazines. Maybe I could get that from him for you!"
Moritz: "A -- porn magazine?" Moritz blinks rapidly, looking utterly befuddled. "What exactly is that, and how would it help?" He tried to think of something that would help him with his problem -- but nothing really comes to mind.
Melchior: "Well." Melchior settles down into a businesslike manner of speaking. "I believe it's a magazine full of naked women, meant to be arousing. It's sort of like the drawings in the essay I wrote for you, only less... technical, and more designed to please and entice."
Moritz: "To -- to please and entice?" He feels the back of his neck grow hot and the palms of his hands begin to sweat. He wipes them hastily on his pants, staring fixedly at the table. "Oh god. Do you -- do you really think that would help?" He's not sure if it would, or if it would just make his dreams more detailed, like the essay did.
Melchior: "It might! It might give you an idea of just what they have to offer, but safely." He's liking this idea the more he thinks about it, and he speaks energetically. "Looking at porn wouldn't hurt anyone at all, and maybe it'll help you get out your frustrations."
Moritz: "But won't -- looking at it just make me more frustrated? To have it all..." Moritz made a demonstrative gesture, "Spread out before me, like the apple in Eden, but not be able to -- taste it, so to speak?"
Melchior: Melchior has to roll his eyes, becoming a little exasperated. "Really, Moritz." That's all he has to say on the subject of the apple. "I hope that seeing it all laid out before you will help to remove the mystery of it and to desensitize you to women wearing fewer clothes, so that you could stroll the beach without -- having a coronary." His smile is soft and fond as he reaches to ruffle Moritz's hair.
Moritz: "But -- if the aim is to entice and arouse... what happens when it works?" He looks a little terrified at the thought, remembering all those nights of dreaming. "I mean -- that's an entirely new problem right there!"
Melchior: "There's an easy enough solution to that, Moritz. I thought you knew about masturbation." The word rolls off his tongue as if he had said photosynthesis instead of a word that would probably make Moritz sputter and die like a plant without sunlight.
Moritz: Moritz blushes, "Well -- I saw the chapter in your book, but I didn't get to it. I reread the first one a thousand times, though." Melchior must thinks he's an idiot now. His shoulders hunch up a little, defensively.
Melchior: "It's easy enough; the chapter was short..." He trails off, thinking with a soft smirk playing over his lips. "Perhaps I should have put it first; I should've guessed the first part would be... distracting, but I put it last because -- I thought by then you'd need it." He laughs softly to himself, enjoying his joke before he carries on.
Moritz: "OhGod," Moritz whimpers, rubbing his sweaty palms against his thighs. "Well -- get it over worth, tell me now. You might as well." He's not entirely sure he can -- handle it, so to speak. But he'll try. Better than making Melchi write him another essay.
Melchior: He can't help but smile, a little, as he leans forward, setting a hand on Moritz's arm. "Well -- you don't need a girl to have an orgasm. You can do that yourself, using your hand to mimic a woman's vagina, and making thrusting motions to mimic sex."
Moritz: "Oh," is all he can think of to say, and it's nearly a moan. His fingers grip the sides of his chair nervously, knuckles white against the wood. He tastes blood, and only faintly realizes that he's bitten his lip again. He sucks on it to make it stop bleeding, looking at Melchior with wide eyes.
Melchior: He chuckles faintly and ruffles Moritz's hair, trying to be soothing, but it's hard not to be slightly amused. "You'll see, Moritz. Try it once; it may get out all this pent up energy. Or it could be a start, at least." It would also be much safer than if Moritz were to find a lover, which is really at the top of Melchior's concerns.
Moritz: Moritz shivers when Melchior touches him, tense from their talk and from his experiences earlier. "I -- might. But there are other people in the room. I can't -- there are people everywhere, no chance to be alone unless I wander into the jungle or something." Another pathetic whimper, his head dropping forward to lean against the table again. "Why is this so difficult, Melchi?"
Melchior: "I don't know, Moritz," he replies, reaching up to smooth over Moritz's hair. "I wish I did know -- so I could help you better. There must be some way to find privacy, some nook you could steal away to. If we were to get a room together, I'd certainly give you the privacy."
Moritz: Another slight flinch and then Moritz relaxes a little. "I'm sure it all has to end some day. This -- pent up need. The want for something I may never have. It's agonizing, Melchi..." He sighs and fumbles until he finds his friend's hand and holds it; he finds comfort in just the simple contact, just a little reassurance that Melchior is there, and is looking out for him.
Melchior: "You'll find it one day... Probably when and where you least expect to find it." He squeezes Moritz's hand, trying to be comforting and reassuring even though the hayloft is weighing on his mind; he can't think of how to bring that up, or what good it would do, so he leaves it. "Try relieving some of the tension yourself; it may help take the edge off, at least."
Moritz: "Alright, alright. I'll -- find some place to go and do as you said." He blushes even deeper at the thought of actually -- doing that. "Or if we manage to get a room, I'll kick you out." He laughs a little, turning to smile at his friend. "Thank you, Melchi. For trying to help me."
Melchior: "Well, of course." He grins warmly and squeezes Moritz's shoulder before leaning his arms back on the table. "I like helping you, Moritz." His mind draws a blank on what to say next, and his gaze drifts away for a few moments; something clicks in his brain and his eyes snap back at Moritz, a grin brightening Melchior's face. "Oh -- your birthday is soon, isn't it?"
Moritz: "Oh -- is it? What's today?" He realizes that he has no idea how long he's been dead. But it does occur to him that he hasn't eaten since before he died. "And is there a place to get food? I haven't eaten in... a very long time." Moritz smirks and gnaws lightly on Melchior's wrist. "Or I'll have to eat you."
Melchior: Melchior laughs and pulls his hand away, nudging Moritz's foot under the table with his own. "Come on, I'll show you the kitchen. I hope there's some way we can get you a birthday cake..." He stands, collecting his book and holding it against his chest as he waits for Moritz. "Oh -- and it's the 16th of June. Here, anyway."
Moritz: "Oh -- I guess it's tomorrow, then." Moritz looks thoughtful, and a little sad. "I don't... need a cake, it's fine. You really don't have to make that big of a fuss. It's just a birthday." He stands slowly, flashing a weak smile at Melchior.
Melchior: "Of course I do. I have to make at least a little bit of a fuss." He gives Moritz a stronger smile than he got and pulls him into a half hug, patting his shoulder as he pulls away. "Besides, I think it's an important birthday. First one of our new life here."
Moritz: The first of their new life here... He leans against Melchior a little, contemplating that. "It's just... strange, for me. To be having a birthday at all." He winces once he says it, not wanting to -- make Melchior feel bad or anything.
Melchior: His grip on Moritz loosens for a second as what Moritz says hits him -- and then he clings even tighter, his fingers curling in Moritz's sleeve. "I know. But things will be better here -- I'll help make sure of that."
Moritz: "They are, already. Just with you here." He kisses Melchior's shoulder lightly, wrapping his arms around his waist. "And people are nicer here. There's a man -- Donald. He's going to help with my English. He gave me a book to read. Children's stories."
Melchior: "Oh -- great!" He grins and kisses Moritz's cheek, ruffling his hair fondly. "I can help you too, if you like. You'll certainly get plenty of opprotunity to practice here."
Moritz: "Everyone speaks English." He pouts al ittle, but it's almost playful. "And mine isn't the best, by any means. Yours is so much better. All your studies are so much better." But that's another path not worth exploring. "I met a girl from America!"
Melchior: "Oh, me too! What was the name of the girl you met?" He gives Moritz's shoulder another squeeze before he starts for the kitchen, holding the door for Moritz. He's missed this -- conversation between them, reaching out and touching Moritz's shoulder or ruffling his hair, helping Moritz with his studies. He hasn't felt this good in a long time.
Moritz: "Juno?" Moritz wanders into the kitchen, feeling pretty relaxed and happy right now. He likes the little touches, the tight hugs, being able to talk and laugh with his best friend.
Melchior: Melchior starts poking around, looking for the same things Alex used to make sandwiches for him on his first day here. "That's an interesting name. Like the Roman god." He finds sandwich material and starts fixing one for Moritz and one for himself.
Backdated to between June 11 and June 18, 2008. Melchior and Moritz (onlythedusk) chat in the compound about birthdays and porn.
Moritz: So the Island has been an interesting experience so far, and Moritz feels nearly exhausted. He collapses into a chair and rests his forehead on the table, arms hanging limp by his sides. "Ugh. This place. It's torture, Melchi. Pure torture."
Melchior: Melchior looks up from his book, smiling faintly, though he can't help but be slightly afraid of history repeating. He sets his book down and scoots closer to Moritz, tilting his head. "What's wrong?"
Moritz: "There was a girl -- oh god she looked like an angel. Long blonde hair, the palest skin -- long beautiful neck. And her dress -- flattered her very nicely, I'll say that." He sighs and rests his head on his arms. "She thought I was her lover. I was a little sorry to tell her I wasn't."
Melchior: Melchior is amused, more than he should be, and he playfully nudges Moritz. "Maybe you should have." Though once it's out, he's a little ashamed of it; getting a lover certainly hadn't lead to anything good for him. He bites his lip and looks back at the table.
Moritz: "I wish I had, a little." He sighs, a bit whistfully. "She touched me, Melchi. She touched my lip and looked at me with such tenderness I thought I would cry. She was so happy to see me. Perhaps if I hadn't told her -- she would have taken me in her arms and held me against her breast..." He sighs and closes his eyes. "Oh God, I would have fainted, surely."
Melchior: He reaches out and squeezes Moritz's arm, finding himself running out of things to say, his mind clouding with thoughts that aren't quite what he thinks Moritz needs to hear right now. "Well... You may think the answer lies in a woman's breast, but... it doesn't, Moritz."
Moritz: "Oh that wasn't the worst of it. You were right, women do dress differently here." He sits up again, rubbing at his eyes. "I met Helen. She... oh God Melchi, you should have seen her." Moritz groans and leans back against his chair, looking a little dazed. "Her dress. Cut all the way down to here." He gestures, indicating a deeply plunging neckline. "And came to above her knees. Bare foot, bare arms. I could barely speak."
Melchior: His mind eases and he pats Moritz's arm before leaning against the table, watching his friend. "Maybe this is what you need. Maybe you'll become desensitized to it all, and soon you won't bat an eye at a girl's bare arms."
Moritz: "To just -- see everything all at once, so I get used to it?" Moritz contemplates this, looking deeply thoughtful. "That could work. Or I could spontaniously combust, one of the two." But his tone is teasing and he laughs a little.
Melchior: "Oh! That reminds me!" He sits up straight and scoots closer to Moritz, setting his arm around Moritz's shoulders and leaning in. "A man I've met here is from a future Germany, and he said that he went into a 'porn shop' -- he offered me one of his porn magazines. Maybe I could get that from him for you!"
Moritz: "A -- porn magazine?" Moritz blinks rapidly, looking utterly befuddled. "What exactly is that, and how would it help?" He tried to think of something that would help him with his problem -- but nothing really comes to mind.
Melchior: "Well." Melchior settles down into a businesslike manner of speaking. "I believe it's a magazine full of naked women, meant to be arousing. It's sort of like the drawings in the essay I wrote for you, only less... technical, and more designed to please and entice."
Moritz: "To -- to please and entice?" He feels the back of his neck grow hot and the palms of his hands begin to sweat. He wipes them hastily on his pants, staring fixedly at the table. "Oh god. Do you -- do you really think that would help?" He's not sure if it would, or if it would just make his dreams more detailed, like the essay did.
Melchior: "It might! It might give you an idea of just what they have to offer, but safely." He's liking this idea the more he thinks about it, and he speaks energetically. "Looking at porn wouldn't hurt anyone at all, and maybe it'll help you get out your frustrations."
Moritz: "But won't -- looking at it just make me more frustrated? To have it all..." Moritz made a demonstrative gesture, "Spread out before me, like the apple in Eden, but not be able to -- taste it, so to speak?"
Melchior: Melchior has to roll his eyes, becoming a little exasperated. "Really, Moritz." That's all he has to say on the subject of the apple. "I hope that seeing it all laid out before you will help to remove the mystery of it and to desensitize you to women wearing fewer clothes, so that you could stroll the beach without -- having a coronary." His smile is soft and fond as he reaches to ruffle Moritz's hair.
Moritz: "But -- if the aim is to entice and arouse... what happens when it works?" He looks a little terrified at the thought, remembering all those nights of dreaming. "I mean -- that's an entirely new problem right there!"
Melchior: "There's an easy enough solution to that, Moritz. I thought you knew about masturbation." The word rolls off his tongue as if he had said photosynthesis instead of a word that would probably make Moritz sputter and die like a plant without sunlight.
Moritz: Moritz blushes, "Well -- I saw the chapter in your book, but I didn't get to it. I reread the first one a thousand times, though." Melchior must thinks he's an idiot now. His shoulders hunch up a little, defensively.
Melchior: "It's easy enough; the chapter was short..." He trails off, thinking with a soft smirk playing over his lips. "Perhaps I should have put it first; I should've guessed the first part would be... distracting, but I put it last because -- I thought by then you'd need it." He laughs softly to himself, enjoying his joke before he carries on.
Moritz: "OhGod," Moritz whimpers, rubbing his sweaty palms against his thighs. "Well -- get it over worth, tell me now. You might as well." He's not entirely sure he can -- handle it, so to speak. But he'll try. Better than making Melchi write him another essay.
Melchior: He can't help but smile, a little, as he leans forward, setting a hand on Moritz's arm. "Well -- you don't need a girl to have an orgasm. You can do that yourself, using your hand to mimic a woman's vagina, and making thrusting motions to mimic sex."
Moritz: "Oh," is all he can think of to say, and it's nearly a moan. His fingers grip the sides of his chair nervously, knuckles white against the wood. He tastes blood, and only faintly realizes that he's bitten his lip again. He sucks on it to make it stop bleeding, looking at Melchior with wide eyes.
Melchior: He chuckles faintly and ruffles Moritz's hair, trying to be soothing, but it's hard not to be slightly amused. "You'll see, Moritz. Try it once; it may get out all this pent up energy. Or it could be a start, at least." It would also be much safer than if Moritz were to find a lover, which is really at the top of Melchior's concerns.
Moritz: Moritz shivers when Melchior touches him, tense from their talk and from his experiences earlier. "I -- might. But there are other people in the room. I can't -- there are people everywhere, no chance to be alone unless I wander into the jungle or something." Another pathetic whimper, his head dropping forward to lean against the table again. "Why is this so difficult, Melchi?"
Melchior: "I don't know, Moritz," he replies, reaching up to smooth over Moritz's hair. "I wish I did know -- so I could help you better. There must be some way to find privacy, some nook you could steal away to. If we were to get a room together, I'd certainly give you the privacy."
Moritz: Another slight flinch and then Moritz relaxes a little. "I'm sure it all has to end some day. This -- pent up need. The want for something I may never have. It's agonizing, Melchi..." He sighs and fumbles until he finds his friend's hand and holds it; he finds comfort in just the simple contact, just a little reassurance that Melchior is there, and is looking out for him.
Melchior: "You'll find it one day... Probably when and where you least expect to find it." He squeezes Moritz's hand, trying to be comforting and reassuring even though the hayloft is weighing on his mind; he can't think of how to bring that up, or what good it would do, so he leaves it. "Try relieving some of the tension yourself; it may help take the edge off, at least."
Moritz: "Alright, alright. I'll -- find some place to go and do as you said." He blushes even deeper at the thought of actually -- doing that. "Or if we manage to get a room, I'll kick you out." He laughs a little, turning to smile at his friend. "Thank you, Melchi. For trying to help me."
Melchior: "Well, of course." He grins warmly and squeezes Moritz's shoulder before leaning his arms back on the table. "I like helping you, Moritz." His mind draws a blank on what to say next, and his gaze drifts away for a few moments; something clicks in his brain and his eyes snap back at Moritz, a grin brightening Melchior's face. "Oh -- your birthday is soon, isn't it?"
Moritz: "Oh -- is it? What's today?" He realizes that he has no idea how long he's been dead. But it does occur to him that he hasn't eaten since before he died. "And is there a place to get food? I haven't eaten in... a very long time." Moritz smirks and gnaws lightly on Melchior's wrist. "Or I'll have to eat you."
Melchior: Melchior laughs and pulls his hand away, nudging Moritz's foot under the table with his own. "Come on, I'll show you the kitchen. I hope there's some way we can get you a birthday cake..." He stands, collecting his book and holding it against his chest as he waits for Moritz. "Oh -- and it's the 16th of June. Here, anyway."
Moritz: "Oh -- I guess it's tomorrow, then." Moritz looks thoughtful, and a little sad. "I don't... need a cake, it's fine. You really don't have to make that big of a fuss. It's just a birthday." He stands slowly, flashing a weak smile at Melchior.
Melchior: "Of course I do. I have to make at least a little bit of a fuss." He gives Moritz a stronger smile than he got and pulls him into a half hug, patting his shoulder as he pulls away. "Besides, I think it's an important birthday. First one of our new life here."
Moritz: The first of their new life here... He leans against Melchior a little, contemplating that. "It's just... strange, for me. To be having a birthday at all." He winces once he says it, not wanting to -- make Melchior feel bad or anything.
Melchior: His grip on Moritz loosens for a second as what Moritz says hits him -- and then he clings even tighter, his fingers curling in Moritz's sleeve. "I know. But things will be better here -- I'll help make sure of that."
Moritz: "They are, already. Just with you here." He kisses Melchior's shoulder lightly, wrapping his arms around his waist. "And people are nicer here. There's a man -- Donald. He's going to help with my English. He gave me a book to read. Children's stories."
Melchior: "Oh -- great!" He grins and kisses Moritz's cheek, ruffling his hair fondly. "I can help you too, if you like. You'll certainly get plenty of opprotunity to practice here."
Moritz: "Everyone speaks English." He pouts al ittle, but it's almost playful. "And mine isn't the best, by any means. Yours is so much better. All your studies are so much better." But that's another path not worth exploring. "I met a girl from America!"
Melchior: "Oh, me too! What was the name of the girl you met?" He gives Moritz's shoulder another squeeze before he starts for the kitchen, holding the door for Moritz. He's missed this -- conversation between them, reaching out and touching Moritz's shoulder or ruffling his hair, helping Moritz with his studies. He hasn't felt this good in a long time.
Moritz: "Juno?" Moritz wanders into the kitchen, feeling pretty relaxed and happy right now. He likes the little touches, the tight hugs, being able to talk and laugh with his best friend.
Melchior: Melchior starts poking around, looking for the same things Alex used to make sandwiches for him on his first day here. "That's an interesting name. Like the Roman god." He finds sandwich material and starts fixing one for Moritz and one for himself.