((to alleviate some nagging curiosities about what Yevon’s voice-headcanon is: I have yet to find a perfect voiceclaim, but I will say it is somewhere between Tony Jay (the first to speak in the linked video) and Christopher Lee (and particularly Lee’s voice in this linked video; usually this reading is what I go back to again and again as a description of Yevon’s voice, but consider Tony Jay’s growl when he’s angry). ))
“Mm…of course we do. Although with such power, comes war and strife. Humes are given the chance to put their minds to their desires…yet they lead down a road of ruin.” The saint looked up to Yevon, furrowing a brow.
”..Aha, so now you believe me to be a saint then?”
“A saint in title alone. Though at least you understand the misery of man.” Giving the boy’s head a final pat, Yevon dropped his hands to his sides, and stretched his shoulders. “Are you hungry Ajora?”
“Ah- that is a foolish question: you are always hungry. Come, and I will feed you something.” He held out a hand for the young saint to take.
— A Good Host for Yevon
It all happened so fast that Gippal could barely register what was grappling at him. He leapt up from his seat as soon as Yevon began to summon, but it was too late. Just several seconds too late. Tentacled appendages rose up from the ground right below his feet, anchoring him to the spot even as he struggled and yelled out in protest. Did the glass shatter next to him? He certainly couldn’t hear it. The whipping and rumbling movement of those otherworldly vines and his own screams of unbridled fear drowned out any other sounds around him.
Backing away from the summon proved fruitless. Gippal struggled, crying out with urgency as his arms flailed wildly to resist the summon, but that only served to agitate it more. The tentacles curled and lashed, gripping his arms tightly even as he tried so desperately to keep them up and away. But it was futile; he was wasting his breath, which was soon caught again as the appendages wormed their way inside of his shirt and vest. They ripped buttons away and forced it apart, as Gippal continued to shudder and yell violently. Eventually, the tentacles had reached his neck, curling around it dangerously. The Al Bhed shivered, panting, finally quiet, sure that he would be choked.
Ah. So this was how Yevon intended to act on his “incentive.” And Gippal could not do a thing to save himself.
Gippal’s screams set the summoner’s heart to flutter. A thrill ran through him, up his neck and down his arms, exciting his fingers for play. It was music gushing from the boy’s tightening throat, a new song that nearly drowned out the whirring hum of the summon. Yevon lived for such songs.
As a tendril wound around the boy’s neck, the screaming stopped, but not the shivers against the pulsing coils. If the boy was going to be silent now, perhaps his mouth could be put to some other purpose… A tendril filled the Al Bhed’s panting mouth as Yevon, reveling, savored the sight.
“Are we not having more fun this way, my dear Gippal?” Yevon crooned, the summon reclining the boy’s body as it engulfed it. He knew the poor boy couldn’t answer, but his expression would be enough. And the way Gippal’s bare skin arched toward him made Yevon’s teeth itch with pleasure. It was against his will, but still beautifully mimicked a posture of ecstasy. The summoner casually strolled to that helpless body, loomed over it, examining his handiwork, and swung a leg to straddle him.
((hooo baby I just saw Gippal’s reply to the host thread
it’s a shame we couldn’t get to this on the night of the event, because I’d love to see the guests reactions to Gippal’s screams.))
And I shall casually leave these photos for you, Lord Yevon. Have fun with those. I’m fairly certain that you’ve seen at least one of them before.
“With the help of my mundane, as you would call her, I have in fact seen both… Now if you will grant me leave…”