entrancelogs | I play my part, and you play your game [OPEN]

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I play my part, and you play your game [OPEN]

Who: Mirror!Poland and OPEN
Where All around the real side of the mansion
When: July 18th
Rating: Rated R+ for M!Pol. I think we all know why. Specific warnings for sexual content, non-con, violence, bondage, dubcon, and M!Pol being a big enough bitch to make Nai cry on purpose. ~~Did I miss any?~~
Summary: On Her Majesty's orders, Mirror Poland crosses over to the real side in order to send Poland to the mirror side. And while he's here, he's got permission to enjoy himself...
the Story:

He'd waited for this day. Patiently, eager though he was to see his other suffer, he'd bided his time... Now, finally, Her Majesty had a task for him, and Mirror Poland didn't intend to disappoint her. She was his highest master, after all, more important even than Mirror Lithuania; he owed her nothing less than utter obedience. And in her graciousness, she had been kind to him--permission to play with her little toys on the other side! He could never have asked for better.

The sensation of crossing the mirror was new to him, and he was keenly aware of it, savoring it. After all the months of watching Poland's room, it was peculiar to actually be standing in it, but of course, that was an irrational thought. It wasn't unlike his and Mirror Lithuania's room. Not really, not so far as the eye could see... He glanced around, to be certain that Lithuania hadn't been awake to witness the switch; he lay in the bed, beside the still-warm pile of blankets that had been covering Poland. Perfect.

It was tempting to climb into that abandoned spot, to show Lithuania then and there what he was missing by choosing a flighty little prude like his other. But he had a plan, and he would stick to it--the rest of the mansion first, and then Lithuania, with false tears about how terribly the mirrors had treated him.

However much time the Queen wanted, Mirror Poland was sure he could find rewarding ways to fill it. Dressing in one of Poland's dresses, he slipped silently out of the room and began to prowl the mansion, poking his head into the common rooms and occasionally seeking out Poland's friends. There was no sense in wasting time now, of all times--he had a whole new mansion full of toys, and only a few days to play with them before Her Majesty called him back.

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He tilted his head to the side, a slight, calm smile playing about the corners of his lips.

"I totally know that," he murmured. "What I'm suggesting is that we could both make them happier if we... took more chances to hone our skills."

Wolfram's mouth was unhinged. There was no way--Noooo Way!--that he heard that right from Poland. It was outragious. He put a hand out to keep his distance.

"You're not thinking well right now. I mean.. maybe you need to sit down."

"You're not afraid, are you?" Men. When in doubt, play to their pride.

"Afraid?! No! I'm just... I'm not of lose morals! There are some things that a couple do and they should only do it together! I'm not a cheater!" Wolfram was still rather red in the face. Yes, he most certainly wanted to be skilled and please his Yuuri when the time came but he loved Yuuri too much to imagine practicing with someone else!

The very idea!

"Excuses, excuses..." The mirror tilted his head for a moment, then made another attempt to get into Wolfram's personal space. "It's like, not cheating if they'll never know."

Wolfram grabbed Poland's shoulders to keep him at a distance.

"If Yuuri ever did that and though it would be okay so long as I didn't know, I'd kill him. It's not okay, Poland. And you shouldn't want to do that to Liet."

Ugh. Wolfram was just like Poland, honestly... All morals and inhibitions.

"You wouldn't, because you wouldn't know. It can't hurt them if they don't!"

"What has gotten into you?!"

Wolfram gripped his shoulders hard. "I can't believe you're saying such things! This isn't like you!"

"Maybe, after 500 years, I'm sick of playing nice all the time. Does it matter? I want you."

Wolfram's brain has stopped functioning. This.. how can Poland think and say things like this? This is...

"Poland, has the queen gotten to you? What's wrong?"

Taking advantage of Wolfram's clear lapse in brain function, Mirror Poland leaned in close, pressing their bodies together and nibbling at his ear.

"Nothing's wrong. I feel wonderful."

Wolfram flailed and tried to push him far, far away.

"This is wrong! I love Yuuri!"

He hung on.

"What's love got to do with it?"

"Love has everything to do with it! I'm not that kind of person! The events may have given you that impression but I'm.. I'm faithful to the one I love."

Wolfram is kind of regretting barricading the door.

"And what has that faithfulness gotten you?" He slid a hand up Wolfram's chest, rested it over his heart. "We should only be faithful to masters who reward us well."

"Yuuri isn't my master, he's my fiance! And even if he doesn't love me now he might someday and the last thing I want is something like this lurking in my past! This isn't right and you need to just... go... sit down."

"Right? As if. Can you like, spare me all the ranting about how you have to save yourself for someone who doesn't want you?

"I want you. So just like, quit making things complicated!"

"You're completely out of line! This isn't like you at all! I think the Queen's already done something to you! Snap out of it!"

Wolfram shakes Poland. This is too much. This can't be real.

"Her Majesty hasn't touched me. Will you like, quit freaking out already?"

If there's OOC permission for badtouching, here's about where it would start. Otherwise, you know, he just tries.

"Her Majesty? Since when do you call her that?! She has done something!"

Wolfram tries to pull his sword out of its sheath.

Genuine fear flashes in Mirror Poland's eyes, and he jumps back from Wolfram. His heart is pounding, and he nearly drops character completely.

"Whoa, whoa! Like, watch where you're waving that thing! What gives?"

Wolfram swallows hard.

"I've asked you nicely. Now, back up. I'm leaving this room and you... it's probably best if you stay in here."

Sensing his prey about to get away, Mirror Poland fell back on his standby tactic: looking pitiful enough to make men want to take care of him. It didn't work on people like Lithuania and Wolfram's mirrors, but it could be remarkably effective on people who tended to do silly things like care about each other.

"Wolfram..." He swallowed hard, eyes wide and innocent. "You're like, just gonna leave me here?"

"I... Poland, you're not acting right.. and I don't like this at all. I'm just going to stand guard outside instead of in here."

Damn those emotions ~_~

Well, his cover wasn't doing him any good. No need for it anymore.

"Pitiful. You're just like that little bitch, you know that? Trapped in your own morals, acting like they actually matter. Can't just take what's offered, can you?"

All of Poland's smiles are too derpy and not creeper-y enough...

Awww

This account fails at being M!Pol.

Aw -_- Still works okay though~

<3

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