bloodofithuriel | (no subject)

You Nephilim are so repressed.

[ Ragnor isn't very sure of how to help. He doubts he can even start addressing all of Jace's issues in one conversation, especially when the boy's already on edge. ]

No one will judge your kinks here.

[ Jace snorted an amused sound but doesn't argue the point. He can't really. Of course he can't. ]

The Law is the Law is the blah, blah, blah?

[ Jace tries for funny, but it kind of falls flat. ]

Yeah. Magnus and Alec said the same, but I kind of have a hard time believing it. Some of them are... out there. It wouldn't be a thing really, but Alec said the city has a way of outing your secrets, so. I feel like there's a countdown clock over my head.

Do you need a conversation on good BDSM etiquette? Do you know safe words?

[ THAT is a conversation he can tackle right now. Much easier than trying to entangle the mess that is Valentine's everything. ]

[ Jace blinks at the sudden change in conversation and then looks both confused and vaguely horrified at the idea. ]

BD-What etiquette? Safe words for what? Ragnor, there are words coming out of your mouth but they make no sense.

[ Sweet summer child. Poor, poor Ragnor. ]

Do you know how to have safe sex?

[ Even as he asks, Ragnor is sure he doesn't. ]

... hell, will I need charts?

[ Jace's eyes go very wide and he almost starts to stutter before he gets himself to calm down. ]

Angel, Ragnor, I know about condoms, Robert Lightwood gave me this talk when I was fourteen!

[ He'd tried anyways, and then Maryse had given him the actual non-stammering, factual version later. ]

No! No charts. We don't need charts. We don't have to talk about this. Like, at all. Good! I'm good!

I can't let a traumatized Nephilim out in this bloody city without at least the basics.

[ this will hurt you more than it hurts him, Jace. ]

BDSM stands for bondage and sadomasochism, the terms Dominant and Submissive are also part of it.

[ Jace's eyes go a little wider when he realizes that Ragnor is determined to do this, and Jace is just as determined to NOT. He jumps up from where he'd been sitting and starts to edge around the couch to get out of the room. ]

Ragnor. Really. I appreciate the thought. I do. I just... I really don't need get a lesson in this BD..... Sadomasochism, oh for fuck's...

[ He REALLY didn't want to hear about this. He had a feeling way too many things he thought about were going to come up in this. ]

Sit back down.

[ He's conjuring up one of those terrible pamphlets the city gives out sometimes and then using magic to turn it into an actual informative pamphlet, outlining safe word use and communication and adding a chart with the differences between BDSM and abuse. ]

Aren't we talking about consent like ten minutes ago? I don't consent to this, Ragnor, I do not want to have this discussion with anyone.

[ Especially not someone who was centuries older than him and likely thought of Jace as child, really.

Holy Angel, this was mortifying.

Jace did not, in fact, sit back down, and was, instead, edging towards the door and escape as subtly (or not. Fuck subtlety at this point) as he could. ]

[ it doesn't take him long to alter the pamphlet, and when he's done, he spells it so it flies directly into Jace's face. ]

[ Well that was fucking RUDE, Ragnor, but is was effective, because it more or less knocks Jace back on his ass onto the couch while he tries to claw the offending pamphlet off of his face. ]

Angel, Ragnor. Why!? I thought you LIKED me!

I do. There at least three ghosts that would haunt me if I let you out in the city uninformed. Promise you will read that and I'll let you go.

[ LOOK, A MIDDLE GROUND!! ]

[ Jace finally manages to get the thing off his face and just a glance at it is enough for his face to flame a bright red and make him want to fling the thing away. However, he doesn't trust that Ragnor won't permanently attach it to him in some way if he doesn't agree. ]

I promise. I swear by the Angel, I will absolutely read it if you do not make me talk about it!

All right. You can ask if you have questions, but I will not bring it up.

[ that's... half a problem solved, maybe. ]

[ Jace was pretty sure he would rather cut off a leg than ask questions at this point, but if it means he gets to escape, he would agree to almost anything. ]

Yes. Absolutely. Of course. Can I run away now?

[ He tries to not whine the last sentence, but he fails utterly. ]

Yes, yes, flee.

[ Ragnor waves a hand in the direction of the exit. ]

[ Oh thank the Angel he is free! ]

Thank you, I appreciate all your help! Let's, you know, nevertalkaboutthisagain!

[ Jace rushes the last big out as he runs for his room like Ragnor had sent a fireball after him. He does, at the very least, make sure to take the pamphlet with him. ]