[Shortly after this Norton sends Jedao an Artistic Nude that's on the tasteful side of racy. It shows Norton lounging on his bed, eyes closed but lips curved in a smirk like he's thinking of something naughty.]
You are a blessing in this uncaring march of shadows.
[Jedao sends him a picture back, of course, since that seems only polite. It's closer to a classic Dick Pic, since it really only shows from his thighs to the bottom of his ribs, with bright but harsher lighting to make the contast between skin and shadow pop. And is artistically framed, a three-quarters angle that shows the suggestive edges of bruises and welts curling around his hip and flank from where Astarion caned him, the shallow curve of the marks echoing the comfortable curve of his cock against his thighs.]
We haven't exactly talked about whether he'd rather know or not know, just a general acknowledgement that there are others and that it's okay. I assume he's observant enough to have a pretty good idea who they are. And I'm fairly sure I told him that he can tell me if there's anyone he emphatically doesn't want me to sleep with. If I didn't tell him that, I meant to tell him that.
[That is the face of a schoolmaster who can't believe Norton declared that Paradise Lost was written by Alexander Pope. The wordless "My soul withered in despair a little bit at what you just said. Try again." It makes Norton curl in on himself sheepishly.]
[Jedao gentles almost immediately at the sheepishness, satisfied that Norton has stopped wriggling long enough to take on the idea. And, purely because it's also his own natural idiom, he puts it into the language of espionage instead of, like, modern lingo or touchy feelings.]
Good.
You're the contact point. That means you need to have the right intel.
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So you don't feel left out, sweetcheeks.
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[Jedao sends him a picture back, of course, since that seems only polite. It's closer to a classic Dick Pic, since it really only shows from his thighs to the bottom of his ribs, with bright but harsher lighting to make the contast between skin and shadow pop. And is artistically framed, a three-quarters angle that shows the suggestive edges of bruises and welts curling around his hip and flank from where Astarion caned him, the shallow curve of the marks echoing the comfortable curve of his cock against his thighs.]
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Norton also wonders if this is escalation and, if so, how he can continue to escalate. He may need artistic assistance.]
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By the way, does Neal actually know I'm on your roster or does he prefer not to know names?
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double-check
sometime.
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Double-check what? If he wants to know names, or if he knows you're on the list, or if he knows he can veto?
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but your priorities should definitely be 3, 1, 2
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If you don't know for sure if he knows he can veto, then it's not sufficiently established.
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I'll go and...sufficiently establish that then.
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Good.
You're the contact point. That means you need to have the right intel.
Cheers, darling.
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Ta, sweetheart.