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Offline nephero

roll need [M!][Lion!]
« on: March 28, 2018, 03:45:26 am »
   This was about moving on.

   Ren stared across the subway car, out the opposite window and at the passing tunnel lights flicking in a steady stream on after another. Like a trail of orange lanterns, not unlike the kind he remembered from when he was very small in Yvrei, when enough coaxing and begging and bribery convinced his birthgiver to take him downtown to see the festival lights. It was all silly superstition, of course. Something about new beginnings. ‘Utterly pointless and honestly a waste of time,’ Bibi had said, but Ren had loved it anyway. It felt nice, the thought of new beginnings. The thought of change.

   It still felt nice, and while Erenys Dei had no gods to believe in, he felt it might have been a good sign that he found those orange lanterns here, deep in the underbelly of the Adstreian dome, on his way to something new. Something that wasn’t just moping around Jain’s apartment all day long, too tired to do much more than even the most basic chores. Something that wasn’t constantly trying to keep warm as his joints froze up one by one. Something that wasn’t checking his comm, thinking that maybe he might catch a specific name there and maybe might be able to say the right thing at the right time and maybe it would all work out like some silly little fairytale and he could live happily ever after.

   Ren shifted, took a drag from the lit cigarette balanced between his fingers, held his breath until the edges of his vision started to blur and then released every last fragment of that tapestry of thought out in a plume of acrid blue-white smoke. The effect against the fluorescence of the subway car lights was… weirdly beautiful in a way, the lines of smoke twisting this way and that before fading completely. Not unlike all those little what-ifs: they didn’t last, they weren’t real. What was real was this; the reality that his happily ever after was not and never had been in the cards, and the sooner he learned to follow the lanterns the sooner he might be able to finish out his days with some semblance of happiness.

   New beginnings.

   He shifted to tap out the column of ash into a nearby tray, took another long drag, and then snuffed the whole thing out with a kind of finality. The cigarette itself had come from one of a multitude of packs, torn open somewhere between arriving in Adstreia, stopping at a hotel room to freshen up, and then immediately beelining for the local rail system to take him across the dome and to the hospital where a complete stranger awaited a grab-bag of nicotine-infused delights. Not that Chakram would miss one pack. Ren had said he’d bring him a gift bag full of the stuff, and Ren had meant every word of it. All down to the bow-ties, carefully crafted out of thick, vibrant construction paper and glued to the thin cellophane wrapping. Each pack was then set into the bag, one equally decorated to the point it was barely recognizeable as a gift bag at all— except maybe for the two handles that stuck up overtop a ridiculous amount of glitter and tule.

   Ren had admittedly been extremely baked when he had made the thing. But the following morning had found the entire gesture to be suitably ironically overplayed, and so he had kept the gift bag as it was and stuffed it full of as many cigarette packs and cigar packs and lighters and matchboxes and even a few joints as he could fit. And all because he had promised Chakram the fanciest gift basket of smoking supplies he’d ever laid his eyes on.

   Erenys Dei was many things. But first and foremost, he was a man of his word. And when he said he’d put little bowties on those packs, he meant it. Because why not? He deserved to have a little fun. He deserved to have things go back to normal, the way he was before he lost complete control of his life, the way the world was before the gods he didn’t believe in had collectively decided to pull his strings especially hard. And that’s what this trip all boiled down to. Getting back to where he was. Starting over. New beginnings. Moving on.

   So why did he still feel so out of whack?

   Well, that was a mystery that didn’t really need any solving. It’d already been solved ages ago, back when he still lived in Ryun and still had his life in order and hadn’t yet gone to pieces. It was ridiculous, and stupid, and also ridiculous. There was nothing to feel guilty over, because there was absolutely nothing in the first place. You couldn’t cheat on someone you’d never been with in the first place. Ren pulled another cigarette out of his ‘stolen’ pack, and lit it up, watching the smoke trail this way and that in the flow of the circulated car air.

   It was, thankfully, largely empty. The smoker cars weren’t always such, especially towards the early and late ends of the day. But he’d arrived in Adstreia just after the typical lunch hour, and on a weekday as it was, there wasn’t really many bodies around in general, let alone all vying for a spot where they could smoke freely. The only other passenger in that particular car had been a young man in his late teens (or so Ren assumed, humans aged so damn weird), and after the initial fumbling request for an autograph, the kid had been content to run back to his corner of the car and fixate entirely on whoever he was texting on his phone.

   Which was a shame. Starstruck or not, Ren might have done well with a little distraction, a little passing company. Anything to keep his brain on track and not slipping into the muck of self-loathing that threatened to drag him under at every turn. Because no matter how much he wanted to do this, to be here, there was still that nagging feeling that he was committing some kind of unforgivable crime. That he was sullying something good and pure, and that it would never be the same once he finally stopped dragging it through the dirt.

   Utterly ridiculous for a multitude of reasons. For one thing, this was all based on the wild assumption that Ren’s visit with Chakram would even amount to anything besides having a good, solid laugh over evening-wear cigarettes. For another, even if the flirtatious overtones did amount to something more, it wasn’t exactly the first time Ren had gone out and gotten railed by a stranger in some misguided attempt at feeling better. It’d be the first time he did it sober, sure, but it wasn’t like that ‘good and pure thing’ was all that good and pure to start with. And for a third thing, the most important point to be made here, there was simply in no way in any universe that Cabal would ever care. So why stress? Why sit and wallow in shame that had no business being there at all? This was Aedolis, not the damn dark ages, and Cabe hadn’t been interested even when Ren was still a virgin, so who gave a shit?

   This was about moving on. And honestly, Ren was so tired of being stuck in the tarpit of what he’d become, he didn’t care in what direction he moved so long as it was moving. Well. Sort of. In between stops, anyway. The kid got off the subway, and in two more stops, so did Ren, following the stairs up and onto the main walkway that led down a line of bustling shops and restaurants and office buildings. It was still a fair distance to the hospital (ironically enough the same hospital Ren had visited so many times before, a fact that he very much tried to keep out of mind), and he wasn’t exactly in any rush. Chakram wouldn’t be released for at least another hour, or so the estimate had gone, and that gave Ren plenty of time to finish his cigarette and get himself back under control. Thankfully, the chill northern winter did plenty to clear his head of any lingering cobwebs, cold air nipping at the points of his ears and no doubt turning them a deep, dark flush in the process.

   Which was a good thing. He’d done his best in the hotel room to look a little bit better than death warmed over, mussing his cropped hair until it said “disheveled chic” rather than “I literally rolled out of bed and that was the extent of my ability for today” as had been the norm for the past hundred billion weeks. He’d even gotten new clothes for the occasion, the boat-neck shirt barely holding onto his shoulders and prominently displaying the tattoos on either collarbone. A little bit of flair against an otherwise monochromatic wardrobe, but only just. Enough to be prepared for whatever direction this little celebratory visit decided to go.

   Right. That reminded him. It was only a few feet outside of the hospital entrance that he remembered he didn’t exactly know where Chakram was currently being kept, or even what Chakram’s real name was. Ren couldn’t even really give a description, either, and while there was a lot to be said about the logging of information, Ren sincerely doubted the local hospitals kept records of what online monikers their patients utilized in between treatments. Ren pulled out his comm, and quickly logged into the chat application, tapping Chakram’s username to bring up the string of DMs they’d left previously hanging in between gaming sessions.

   ‘Hey,’ Ren typed, even as he made it through the doors and towards the main desk where visitors could check in, ‘I’m here. Got a room number or should I just start knocking down doors to see who has the fanciest gown on?’
« Last Edit: May 19, 2018, 03:48:45 pm by nephero »

Offline Lion

Re: roll need [Lion!]
« Reply #1 on: April 01, 2018, 10:25:38 pm »
Cabal Vindstrom didn't believe in coincidences. Definitely not when there were too many things that had gone wrong in his life for that to even be a possibility. Strange things happened when you least expected them. Nan had taught him that, and if there was anyone who's advice he'd trusted absolutely, it was hers. He owed her that much; for all she'd done for him. There was less the inclination to repay a debt owed, than it was to pay her respects for being the parent he'd never had.  And the years were getting back at her for all the rage she possessed against the dying light.

Cabal quietly swore in the back of his mind that he'd pay her a visit when he finally got out of this hospital. It was stupid. All of this, being kept in this room like a fucking cage and he couldn't help the swelling restlessness that rose up in his chest when he thought of how long he'd spent boxed up in these four pale walls with recessed lighting and the faint sound of his heart monitor to put him to sleep at night.

He could have gone home two weeks ago, even told Nurse Mitchum that, but nooope. They had to make sure that he was under enough scrutiny to maintain his misery and yet keep it just short of murderous. Cabal hated that man, and felt nothing short of disdain for him. No matter how many bedpans he had to clean. Why should he feel any sympathy? The man chose his career - he wasn't a Pilot. All he had to do was put up with fools like him and go home, warm up some ramen, and have his coffee and shut the fuck up. Today, he was going home though. That was for damn sure.

Cabal flexed his toes and his sore muscles that had atrophied some in those long weeks in that cast, in that bed, being suspended as it was. He always healed faster than regular people. Even for a psychic. Even for a Vindstrom. It probably wouldn't be long before he melted into ooze, but even that didn't happen to Grampa well into his 90's so Cabe figured there'd still be plenty of time to have his kicks until then. Nan didn't like to talk about it, understandably so.

Last day, last call, last second strawberry pudding that he scooped from the cup and downed. Getting out of bed, he flexed the muscles of his left thigh, the familiar movement coming back to him as he shoved his computer back into the backpack he'd had delivered from his apartment and hearing the soft meows Rory made as he sat expectantly at the edge of the bed. The white mustache just beneath his little nose twitched, watching Cabal with no shortage of judgment.

"You're just waiting for me to get up and just eat the floor aren't you?" Cabe asked pointedly, meeting Rory's gaze.

The cat meowed and kneaded the mattress, laying down on his paws, curling them underneath his chest.

"You're an asshole. This is the thanks I get for opening up my home to you," he snorted and hesitantly glanced down at the floor. Then he managed to push himself off the bed, one foot then the other and hissed at the cold floor beneath his feet. Ideally he should have those grippy socks on, but he hated the way they felt after wearing them all night. Putting weight on the leg was trying, and a jolt erupted right through it, the muscle regaining tension and Cabal felt that pain spike right up through his neck and his face turned red for want of screaming.

He made no sound, and breathed outwardly from flared nostrils. He forced himself to take a step forward, and the initial jolt faded away. Another step, keeping himself steady on the furniture and he finally made it across the room, plopping down on the chair in the corner. His green eyes fell onto Rory who continued to knead the bed, completely ignoring the miraculous feat his leg had become.

"You shithead," he chuckled, grinning a little. Rory might not have cared that Cabal managed to walk. But the fact that he'd bothered to show up at all, and stuck around despite numerous threads to his stupid kitty life, showed that he cared enough. Cabal didn't ask for pity, didn't want it. Shit, he wasn't going to tell anyone. All he wanted was someone to look after his cat for a bit until he got better. Then Ren showed up, with Rory in tow. The cat had led him here apparently, and since then had become a staple of that room.

So had Ren too, in a way. Visited often, didn't even leave until he had to go.  Cabal only felt bad then, that his own dumbassery had pulled Ren from his vacation and had him waiting around for him. Cabe enjoyed his company, but would have preferred it to be on better terms. Y'know when they could get sushi and go for a swim.  When they could actually hang out, smoke it up, get drunk and flop down on chalk covered flooring and tell spooky stories.  Not in a lame hospital room, fuck that noise.

His com on the bed began to go off and he perked up a little. Speak of the devil and he shall appear, right?  He pushed himself up from the chair and found more strength in his leg, limping only slightly and when he crossed the room in double-time, he plopped down, snatching the com up into his hand and igniting the DMs he had.  And his heart leapt into his throat.

"Hey, I’m here. Got a room number or should I just start knocking down doors to see who has the fanciest gown on?"

No...not Ren, but the odd jolt remained all the same as he grinned and typed out a response. "Yeah, Room 832. I'll be in a blue-green gown, with the most startling green eyes you've ever seen," he wrote, hitting send and laughed, snatching Rory up by the underside and pressing him to his chest for a few pets and giving him a kiss on the back of his head. The cat hissed a little, indignant at the interruption of his self-cleaning. "Okay little buddy, you gotta go. Make yourself scarce. And don't let anyone catch you in the cafeteria again. I'm not gonna claim you if you get caught in the tuna salad, you little fucker."

Rorschach bumbled off, skedaddling out the door and Cabe sat back down on the bed, leaving the door parted just enough, fixing he gown and really wishing he had his pants back. Yeah, he'd need clothes asap.  Mayb some actual boxers too, that'd be nice.

He finished scraping the empty pudding cup, chucking it into the garbage and glancing up at the door, his heart racing in his throat. Deium was a real charmer, sweet as can be, snarky bastard, and even offered to bring him smokes. Goddamn, Cabal hadn't had a cigarette in more than a month and he was pretty sure if Mitchum came in here right now, he'd strangle him with one of the heart monitor power cables.

But whowever Deium really was, they were a pal for life for the offer to bring him smokes at all. Cabal didn't really feel bothered about meeting strangers online. He was in a protected hospital, in the Pilots wing, and he'd vouch for them to get clearance for the visit if he had to. It was the least he could do after their generosity. He was pretty sure they were going to be cute, they already got along well enough with him - even put up with his bullshit which earn them points in the 'good noodle' department. The vague flirtations, making this a date. Maybe they were just humoring him.

Cabe looked up at the door again when he saw a shadow in the crook of it, the door started to move, and he felt his heart leapt into his throat again, pounding in his ears.  ...Well, speak of the devil.

And surely as he did, did he appear.

"Hey Deium," he grinned up at the door, recognizing that familiar dark freckled face, eyes half-lidded. "Fancy meeting you here. Cabal. Cabal Vindstrom. In the fanciest goddamn gown this side of the Pilot's ward."

And waggled his eyebrows.
« Last Edit: April 01, 2018, 10:26:03 pm by Lion »

Offline nephero

Re: roll need [Lion!]
« Reply #2 on: April 07, 2018, 12:57:40 am »
   Room 832, with the most startling green eyes Ren had ever seen. He gave a little scoff— that was a mighty claim to make, even for Chakram. It was charming, in its own way, the little ego that shone through their mutual snark. Hell, it was more than charming. It was the level beyond charming that involved over half a day’s journey by rail on Ren’s part. Which said a lot.

   Ren held out his wrist at the desk, and let the receptionist there fumble for a moment in scanning his chip. A quick smile, and he headed for the elevators, thumbing the correct floor and waiting for the doors to slide shut again. Not for the first time, Ren wished that maybe the car wasn’t so empty. It’d have been nice to be distracted on the way up— something about hitting that particular button, heading for that particular room— something about that just had his hearts picking up a tic, and Ren couldn’t tell if it was nerves or excitement, or…

   Or, or, or.

   Ren took another steadying breath. If it was nerves (and he knew what that felt like, he based an entire career around what that felt like), he’d have slammed the buttons to stop at the very next floor and gone straight the hell home. Whatever it was that had his pulse going berserk like this, he’d just deal with it later. Maybe over a bottle of wine from the hotel minibar. Or maybe he’d just drink the wine and forget the whole “deal with it later” part.

   Still, the feeling didn’t go away, even after the elevator arrived on the eighth floor. If anything else, it just became stronger; the further Ren got down the hallway the more his insides felt like so many squirming fish, all flopping around and gasping for breath. And yet, it wasn’t unpleasant— the further Ren got, the more it felt like…

   Excitement.

   Something flitted out of the corner of his eye, and Ren paused just for half of a moment, turning at the mouth of another connecting hallway just in time to see tiny little paws disappear around the next corner. That couldn’t have been Rory, could it? Cabe wasn’t still here? Not that Ren knew what Cabe was even up to these days; it’d been forever since they’d last spoken and since then Ren had been so intent on trying to bury how awful he’d felt that he’d never thought to check in and ask how the man was doing.

   Some resonance Ren was. Pfft, maybe it was for the better, if that’s how he was going to behave. Ren sighed, and turned away from where he thought he’d seen Rory disappear off to. But still the feeling didn’t ebb— Ren half expected to feel even more guilty at the prospect of Cabe still being here, still hurt and still recovering while Ren met up with some online acquaintance. And yet, thankfully, the guilt never came. The feeling was still there but it wasn’t guilt, the fishy squirming increasing as he walked by nurses’ stations and past equally exhausted visitors.

   It was only when Ren got to room 832 that he realized what that feeling was. It had taken him quite a while to recognize it the first time he’d noticed it— the way the air around him changed, like how it felt when you pressed your hands to a set of speakers to feel the sound deep in your bones, down beneath your bones, to some unknowable part that defied all logic or medical reasoning. At the time, he’d thought it’d been the booze— too much too quick and not enough to eat— but a long night of being sick on the squad yacht had proven booze had nothing to do with it.

   Since then, the feeling had returned again and again, but he’d known that would happen. What he hadn’t expected was to feel it here on his way to meet a stranger. And yet, there it was. The unmistakable sound of one unmistakable person, the unmistakable feeling deep in Ren’s bones.

   If Ren believed in capricious gods, he’d be sitting back and having a laugh with them at the irony of it all. Of course this was how it ended up. Trying to move on, trying to get a handle on his life, trying to stop stumbling around like a drunk caught in an earthquake.

   Oh well. If he was going to stumble, might as well stumble forward in style. Ren rapped his knuckles against the doorframe before stepping inside. He’d known what to expect, of course, but it didn’t stop his hearts from skipping a beat anyway— a rapidfire staccato in the face of the most startling green eyes Ren had ever seen.

   It was only after a few more shuttering heartbeats that Ren remembered that normal people tended to respond to conversation, and slashed a sharp-toothed grin Cabal’s direction.

   “Erenys Dei. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr Vindstrom. Love the outfit.” He gave a little bow and flourish, waggling his brows right back before stepping over to the bed and setting down his ridiculously decorated giftbag.

   “One gift bag of smokes, as promised. They’re even dressed for the occasion. Though I couldn’t make ties tiny enough for the joints, so those just kinda have a ballgown thing going on.”

Offline Lion

Re: roll need [Lion!]
« Reply #3 on: April 09, 2018, 01:48:02 am »
   There he was in front of him, Erenys Dei, in all his glory looking a few shades darker if he might add and the sheer irony of it only made the shit-eating grin on Cabal’s face spread all that much wider as he casually tilted his head up at that slinky dollface. The haircut was a nice touch, as was the neck tattoo that glowed so much brighter than the recessed lighting, and only served to enhance the glow in that Star elf’s eyes.  Erenys Dei was Deium all along.

Well wasn’t Cabal a fucking moron. Yup. Because that couldn’t have been more obvious if he’d been paying attention. And he was Chakram and now here they were with smokes presented in a decorated basket that Ren had gone through great lengths to make presentable. Cabal played idly with the little tag on his wrist that he couldn’t wait to tear off and moved up from the bed and looked up at his friend.

His friend. Ren…was his honest to gods friend, and a good boy, and a hell of a blast to be around, and had seen him at his worst. And Cabe was a shit that had been too busy wallowing to notice anything else. He felt his stomach turn and recoil at the thought, of what he’d taken for granted, and what more he’d take for granted. He couldn’t feel Jesse, he couldn’t talk to Nemo anymore like he used to. Sure they were still friends. He guessed. He hoped.

He swallowed that doubt, tucking it away with the turning of his gut, with the regret he had. And instead forced a small smile at Ren, a small grin that turned genuine just as the basket was presented to him. Cabal shift on the bed so that he was facing Ren, one leg folded over an tucked against him and he made a show of his one dropped leg, exposing the vague light blue hairs that grew along his thigh and shin.

“I’m glad you like it. Y’know it’s so hard getting fashionable garments here in Adstreia. It’s a right pain in the ass it is,” he nodded, shifting over so that part of his ass cheek was exposed he promptly slapped it, snorting as he did so, and examining the giftbag that just took his breath away. Hopefully in more ways than one.

Cabal leaned back on arm across the bed and looked at Ren with a somewhat hooded gaze, already his stomach flipping again. Maybe not quite with self-loathing and instead just appreciating the moment once more.  He took a joint gingerly in hand and rolled it carefully between index finger and thumb. “Well I’m glad to meet you Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome.”  He wiggled his eyebrows and pointed to the door.

“We could light up in here, but chances are Nurse Bitchin’ could walk in any minute and nag us for all we’re worth. Probably try and confiscate the smokes. But as much as I love makin’ his life a living hell, I’d love to actually enjoy these with some peace.  Come on, let’s go find some place to light a few of these, Deium. Since you came all this way and all, I’d hate for you to not have a chance to enjoy some.”  He chuckled softly and took the bag in one arm and pushed himself off the bed, testing the weight again on his leg.

A small jolt and he feared it would fail him. When it didn’t, Cabal let out a low slow breath and reached out a hand to Ren. “I’m glad you could make it out here again. It’s nice to see you. Honest.  Walk with me?” he offered keeping his hand out for it be grabbed before heading out the parted door.

Offline nephero

Re: roll need [Lion!]
« Reply #4 on: April 09, 2018, 06:07:05 am »
   Being around Cabal felt… right.
   
   All awkwardness, all surprise, all shaking-fists-at-the-sky aside, Ren couldn’t deny that being here in this room felt right. More right than anything could feel. It was almost depressing, really, feeling so blissfully at peace like this and knowing nothing else would ever come close. Woof, what a thought— one that coiled in his ribcage and bit at his hearts, especially with how there was that soft, subtle hesitation in Cabe’s smile upon his arrival.

   Had Cabal been expecting someone else?

   Well, of course Cabal had been expecting someone else. You didn’t really make plans to meet up with a stranger and expect to see one of your friends. There was nothing wrong with that. That was kind of the point, wasn’t it? Seeing someone you hadn’t seen before? That was how Ren had felt about it when he’d made plans with “Chakram” in the first place, after all, so it’d only make sense if it was the same the other way around. Of course Cabal had been expecting someone else. Of course.

   And therein was the last, terrifying nugget of thought: was he disappointed?

   That alone was enough to set the thing in his chest squirming, and might have spiraled into a genuine meltdown if it weren’t for the fact Cabe had selected that exact moment to smack his own ass. And like that, the moment of panic passed, and Ren could only laugh as he sat down on the hospital bed beside the other man.

   “Well, it certainly suits you. Not exactly optimal weather attire, but who am I to judge?” he watched as Cabe toyed with one of the joints, his mouth twitching into a wide grin despite himself at being described as ‘tall, dark and handsome’. Not that that was a particularly new experience - he was a nearly 300 year old celebrity after all - but just the mere fact of who was saying it had his ears darking to a near pitch. A shame that there were no cold winds to blame the sudden flush on, and so he was altogether glad for the change of subject.

   “Oh, no, is he still sore about all the bread-hat nonsense?” Ren grinned wide, remembering with some small amount of spiteful fondness just how much Nurse… what had been his name? Mitchum? Had given him the stink eye whenever he visited. Honestly, now that he knew this was Cabal’s room, it was surprising that Ren hadn’t seen the lurking shadow of that grumpy sonofabitch on his way up.

   “Well, better get out of here if we don’t want to summon him. Might be a bit too much like the fires of hell for him to resist. Something about being homesick and all.” Ren watched as Cabe stood from the bed, his brows knitting tight in concern at how gingerly the other Pilot was treating his leg. Did it still hurt? He was set for release, certainly, but did Cabe need a crutch or something still? Would running around just mess up what healing had been done?

   The concept of Cabe getting hurt again was horrifying. Even more so if it was Ren’s fault. He’d sooner jump out the hospital window than be responsible for something like that. But the moment passed, and Cabal seemed to be moving just fine, and so all thoughts of leaping out the window dissipated into nothing, leaving only Cabe’s outstretched hand.

   “It’s nice to see you again, too. And on your own two feet, too!” Trying very hard to not make it obvious just how hard his hearts were beating, Ren took hold of Cabe’s hand, a few quick strides catching him up to where he could walk alongside the mostly-human and potentially prevent any catastrophic falls.

   Besides… as tempting as it was to walk behind Cabe and fully appreciate his fashionable hospital attire, Ren really didn’t want to have to explain himself should any unfortunate biological effects crop up. It was already a miracle Ren hadn’t blushed himself unconscious, best not to push his luck any further than he had.

   Still, that crisis averted, Ren was left with the very real problem of just where they could go to sneak a smoke without anyone throwing a fit. Ren craned his neck, looking and considering each opportunity as they walked along the hallway. They passed the one where Ren was now sure he’d seen Rory, and he’d been about to comment on such a thing when he noticed just what had been in that connecting hall—

   Elevators.

   Not just any elevators, either. But what looked to be maintenance ones, and one of them had a lovely hand-made sign designating it as being out of order. Ren grinned, dark fangs bared as he tugged on Cabe’s hand, guiding him into the hall and over where the out of service elevator doors were.

   Tapping his finger to his mouth and then gesturing in sign for Cabe to keep watch, Ren reached down and pulled a switchblade from his boot. Hardly standard issue, of course, but no one questioned the military for arming themselves, and certainly never expected a Pilot Noble to use concealed weaponry to pry open the doors to a broken-down elevator.

   Because that would have been just silly. Who would do something like that just for a smoke? Especially when there was no guarantee the car would even be there. But, of course, the car was there, though several feet upwards, to where Ren had to reach up and pull himself up and onto the car floor before leaning out to help Cabe up and in as well. Yanking his knife back let the doors slowly shut again, leaving no evidence that they’d slunk inside.

   Still seated on the floor, Ren grinned over at Cabe, gesturing around them at the warmly lit metal box, well out of sight of any nosy nurses.

   “Let the games begin. Mr Vindstrom, the torch, please.”

Offline Lion

Re: roll need [Lion!]
« Reply #5 on: April 13, 2018, 12:37:11 am »
If there was a place Cabal Vindstrom thought of that would make the ideal place to get blasted and faded, an elevator definitely wasn’t one of them. He might have preferred the roof, or maybe a doctor’s office, or a broom closet even. But he wouldn’t have thought to use an elevator until Ren was already prying the doors open and he casually looked around from behind him, and all around where they’d turned into the hall to make sure no one was looking for them.

The corridor remained empty and the maintenance shaft was pried open and the slinky elf went first then Cabe with a jump and pushing himself along inside, their contraband shoved in between them. Cabal’s robe was still  half open, and were not for the loose ties around the back of it, it would have gladly flopped open the rest of the way too.

“Nice!” he hissed up to Ren just as the doors closed behind them and he flopped over to sit back against the wall, ass chilled on the hard slate flooring of that elevator. The fear of it potentially being locked on them didn’t quite pass over his mind. The sheer fact that he had his buns on cold hard flooring, and an entire gift basket of smokes to get through with one of the best people he’d met in a long time.

“We’re gonna make a hotbox out of this. You, sir, are a goddamn genius. I’ll give you a big old fat wet kiss just for that,” he beamed and winked at the mamba-mouthed elf. Was it the lighting or did it seem like those freckles were getting less and less visible? Cabal scooted closer, shifting out of his hospital gown so that it sat at his lap and was draped sensibly over his bits. Not that Ren hadn’t already seen that before.

An embarrassing excursion out by the beach rendered that so from a handsy fish and shorts that were not a good ragged cleaning cloth. He’d been meaning to get new shorts anyway.

He took one of the lighters from the basket and handed it over to Ren, watching him for a long languid moment, the heat catching at the end of the joint, the subtle draw. And Cabal took one and favored it between his own lips.  He didn’t bother with the lighter, not once Ren’s joint was good to go. Sure they could share one, but what was the fun in that? They’d get the elevator twice as hot, twice as fast with twice as many joints burning.

“Here, hold still would ya?” he muttered and leaned across the small gap between them, holding the end of the joint between his lips and letting it ignite with smoldering embers from Ren’s.  His green eyes locked with the Starstrider’s, and he didn’t even blink, not even to the slow breath he pushed out of his nostrils from inhaling the smoke even after the joint already took. His pulse picked up, meeting those star-like eyes, highlighted even more by Ren’s dark face.

Cabe grinned and sat back finally, taking in the joint for another long drag and letting the smoke make him feel as light as a feather. He didn’t even notice that half the gown covering his lap had slipped partly off.  A tilt of his head and he regarded Ren, eyes now hooded, and already the elevator feeling that much warmer. “Did you really know it was me and you’re just playing along, or are you just as pleasantly surprised as I am? Because I gotta say I wasn’t expecting you to be…well you. And I can appreciate the little dollop of chaos thrown my way.”  His smile was genuine, it touched his eyes and he glanced down at the basket.

Even if Ren hadn’t been Ren, he didn’t know if he’d have gotten a gift like this. He’d complained about being in the hospital and wanting a cigarette so badly he could rip the IV right out of himself, and here was Erenys Dei to the rescue. He’d brought it anyway. Even if it was prohibited - maybe even because it was. Because the slime gods of the 87th parallel frame couldn’t tell Erenys Dei not to do something and expect him to obey.

The elf didn’t need capricious gods. He was a force of nature all his own.
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Offline nephero

Re: roll need [Lion!]
« Reply #6 on: April 22, 2018, 12:34:22 am »
   Cabe always knew just what to say to get both Ren’s hearts fluttering like a startled murder’s wings. It was uncanny, and just a bit embarrassing, because all it took was a few words to make all the synapses cease firing and instead devote all higher brain functions into “try not to giggle like an idiot”.

   To Ren’s great relief, the cold of the elevator floor was bracing enough to keep him steady, and he was already wiggling out of his jacket as Cabe was getting himself, ah… situated.

   It really wasn’t like Ren hadn’t seen it all before. Or vice versa, even. Between that incident at the beach, their increasingly bizarre sleepovers involving a hefty amount of bodypaint, that whole… moment when Cabe had shown up at choir. It all added up to where there shouldn’t have been any further need of modesty, and yet Cabe was daintily placing his gown in his lap to achieve just that.

   Ren looked over at the human Pilot with a raised brow, trying to at least salvage some of his own dignity even though his face felt like it was damn near on fire.

   “Just the one? I think the idea’s worth twice that much.” A sharp grin, and Ren was kneeling his way back to the corner they’d set up in, jacket in hand and gesturing vaguely at Cabe to move so he could put it on the floor and save both their asses some unwanted freezing. “There we go. Nice and cozy.”

   Still, there was definitely a part of Ren that was very keen on collecting even one of those big, fat, wet kisses, and he was in the middle of trying to figure out how to segue back into that particular topic of conversation as he pulled in quick breaths, cupping the joint in his hand to keep the circulated air from negating his efforts before they even began. Another draw, and Ren held his breath, the joint still settled between his lips as Cabe was suddenly there.

   All Ren could do was blink, holding stiller than he’d ever been just because Cabal had said so, and in the end was rewarded for his efforts. He looked at the human Pilot, just close enough to touch the ends of the joints together, into those Most Startling Green Eyes Ever Seen, and Ren couldn’t help but grin the dopiest grin he’d ever grinned just for that single moment. Which, amazingly, Cabe returned in kind even as he sat back. A mild disappointment for the elf, of course, but then it wouldn’t do to simply crawl into the other man’s lap, now would it?

   At least not until they’d smoked enough to excuse such behavior, anyway.

   Still, the way the gown was trying to escape Cabe’s lap was mighty inviting indeed. Ren took another solid hit, and aimed the cloud of smoke upwards before shifting a little closer, joint perched between his lips as he helped settle that gown back where it belonged. As minimal as that was, it really wouldn’t do to have Cabe catch cold just as he was recovering. The question as to whether Ren had known it was him, though, made the elf pause as he was fiddling with the hem of the gown to make it Just So, and Ren looked up after a moment of internal debate.

   “I didn’t,” he answered, honestly, pulling the joint from his mouth to better speak without worrying about the  thing going flying and landing somewhere unfortunate (Local Elf Sets Friend’s Loincloth On Fire, news at 2300). “Had no idea until I heard you just out the door. Had my suspicions, thought I saw Rory scuttling by as he likes to do, but didn’t give it much thought at the time.”

   Ren had been about to ask if Cabe had been disappointed by that little dollop of chaos, but was stopped by just how Cabe was smiling down at his gift basket. Ren couldn’t place just why, but seeing him like that, how the gesture reached his eyes in a way that struck Ren as a genuine rarity, seeing that just made all the chill of the elevator evaporate. Not out of nerves or embarrassment, but rather some lingering warmth to know that something he did had made Cabe sincerely happy.

   Ren had come here to get back some semblance of what he was. He’d come here to feel normal again. And in its own way, it had. Who’d have known giving another Pilot a basket of smokes would make Ren feel like he was still Ren? It was uncanny.

   “But… fate is funny that way, isn’t it? And I can say that I’m enjoying this particular cosmic joke for once.” Already the drug was taking effect, easing the knots in Ren’s shoulders and back, and he rolled his neck a bit before settling back against the elevator wall beside the human, moving the giftbag out of the way to better share the “blanket” of his jacket beneath them. Even through his jeans the floor was cold. They really should have stolen some blankets or something before this.

   Still. Pressed close as they were meant plenty of shared body heat, and the feel of one of Cabe’s knees against his leg was enough to start up that whole heartbeat staccato again, the flush sinking all the way down his throat and chest until the charcoal of his skin was rendered near pitch for it.

   “Still. It makes me feel better— clearly I have not completely lost all my ability to operate stealthily, if you didn’t peg Deium as being me. And while I recognize you’ve also been horribly injured I’m going to take that point and run, and there’s not a damn thing you can say or do that will make me do otherwise.”

   He raised his eyebrow again, almost imperiously, before the idiocy of his own statement rendered any attempt moot, and the elf dissolved into lowkey snickers, little plumes of smoke rising up as he fought to get his breath under control enough to take another hit of his rapidly dwindling joint.

   “Even a man of your considerable charm— you’re just going to have to deal with it.”

Offline Lion

Re: roll need [Lion!]
« Reply #7 on: April 24, 2018, 12:27:35 am »
It was very unlikely for Cabal to catch a cold just sitting next to the elf and what with the jacket now covering the cool floor of the elevator, his buns were salvaged. The day was saved, and his heart skipped a beat at the thought that the elf sacrificed his own jacket for the sheer purpose of it. Ren was a real gentleman wasn’t he. And they said chivalry was dead. If Cabal was a sweet noble lady or some shit, this would be the part he’d let that tall dark and handsome elf pop his cherry. As it was, horses hardly fit in elevators and knights didn’t exist, and his cherry was long since popped.

Still, it made him appreciate the gesture no less and it certainly made it easier to get cozied up closer to the elf. Knowing Ren was comfortable enough with him, to let their knees touch and Cabal let the weight of his leg press further against it. The basket was moved and Cabe had tucked the joint into the corner of his mouth, taking a deep long drag of it and letting the smoke billow out of his nose in twisting puffs.

Already the smoke was collecting and the ventilation above them was enough to keep them from suffocating, but not let all the smoke out all at once. His head swam, just a little, and the little flips in his belly made it difficult to not just lean right up against the elf and lay his head on his shoulder. He wasn’t sure if the elation came from the fact that today was his last day, because Rory was scuttling and that goddamn cat was adorable, or because Ren had come out of his way to bring him a gift basket of smokes, or the fact that the same tall pitch black elf had let him sit so close.

In a setting that didn’t involve chalk drawings on the ground or him being depressively mopey about his dead girlfriend. Nobody liked a sorry sourpuss, least of all him. And those kinds of thoughts had no place in this elevator.

Cabe, settled back on the wall, letting his foot touch the barest part of Ren’s jeans and marveling still at the vague size difference. Ren was tall, not built. But he had a nice body to him, Cabe couldn’t lie. Slender and lean, where as Cabe was average height for a male of his kind, athletic and well muscled - not that he bothered with any kind of actual fitness. Not eating for a few days at a time left him a hungry bastard.

And it was too bad there was nowhere in Adstreia he could get decent sushi.

But maybe it wasn’t sushi he was hungry for right now.

Cabal snickered a little, pulling the joint from his lips and letting the smoke billow out between them, shifting so that he was on his hip, supporting himself with one hand between them, and the movement taking the gown from his lap and letting it fall off his thighs.  Ren was snickering, and he let him laugh.

“Not a damn thing huh? Not even this?” Cabal pushed himself onto his knee and reached up, gently coaxing that dwindling smoke away from Ren’s lips, pushing a hand behind the elf’s head and tugging him forward so that Cabal’s lips could lock with his. He kept him there, crushing his lips to those tender dark ones, slipping his tongue inside and tasting along Ren’s, the smoke, the scent, and feeling the sheer rush of heat that had come from blood surging through that long lean body; a thrashing of two hearts to one.

Ren tasted so good and Cabal was hard pressed to put away, but it was the least he could do after he went all this way to bring him such a wonderful gift. And perhaps it was less of a reward for a material object, than it was to show Ren his appreciation for a thoughtful gesture, to know that he was important to someone.

Cabe pulled away and sucked in a sharp breath, supporting himself instead with his hand on the elevator railing behind them, staying a breath away and offering a small smile. “Bold talk from an ex-squad leader of one of the most infamous squads in all of Aedolis. You just gonna take that lyin’ down?”

Offline nephero

Re: roll need [Lion!]
« Reply #8 on: April 24, 2018, 03:21:36 am »
   There was something calming about playing with smoke. It was like lighting incense, the little tendrils coiling in the air in soft curves and flowing waves. Ren took a deep breath of it, let it roll in his mouth and down into his lungs, before releasing the whole torrent up towards the elevator ceiling to collect with the rest of the smoke. Somewhere in the back of Ren’s mind, he wondered why no smoke alarms hadn’t gone off. But the haze that was slowly seeping into his every nerve ending did not let him care enough to worry if this elevator was actually that safe to stow away in.

   And he certainly couldn’t care much about anything when Cabe was so tantalizingly close. Ren’s pulse kicked up another notch, his hearts beating in a wild alternating rhythm the closer the other Pilot got, and it only got worse as Ren’s eyes flicked down to see that the hospital gown had indeed decided to completely abandon its post.

   It might have been that it was nothing Ren hadn’t seen before, but that didn’t mean he was about to let another opportunity pass him by, eyes tracing the hard curves of Cabe's stomach and down to the deep cobalt trail and then further still until they settled between Cabe's bare legs. It served to be exactly the kind of distraction Cabe needed, though, because next thing Ren knew, his joint was gone and Cabe’s mouth was on his own and—

   And it was like being slapped in the face by fireworks. Not literally, because third degree burns were no fun for anyone, but it left behind the same feeling of stunned awe. For a single moment all Ren could do was stare, wide eyed and no doubt flushed pitch, before all thoughts of pacing and propriety and caution was thrown out to sit with the worries about smoke detectors and grumpy ass nurses.

   Ren reached up, settling his hands on either side of Cabe’s face, fingers carding through short, violently blue hair as the elf pulled him even closer and return the kiss with gusto. The smoke between them was hardly flavor of the week, but even that seemed to be fitting in its own way— tangy and bitter and burning, and Ren just couldn’t get enough. He’d always had an addictive personality, but he’d easily trade every last vice he had if it meant he could hold onto this: the soaring, heady high of those typically smirking lips against his own. Again and again they moved, and the elf surged up into every ebb and flow, gasping for short breaths and letting each one out in soft, barely audible involuntary song.

   Eventually Cabe pulled away, and Ren was both too baked and too awestruck to care about the soft, protesting whine he made as a result. Still, while his head felt like a warm haze, while his hearts were still going a mile a minute, and while the thrill in his pulse had decided to settle warmly in his abdomen, Erenys Dei knew a challenge when he heard one.

   And no manner of soul-searing kisses could ever make him back down from a challenge.

   Just going to take that lyin’ down? Oh, no. Erenys Dei never just took anything lying down. Blue eyes snapped open, glowing all the more fiercely against the darkness of his cheeks, and he flashed Cabe a wide, fangy grin before taking hold of the other man’s shoulders and pushing him back onto the elevator floor.

   Not too harshly, of course. It’d be awful to put Cabe right back in the hospital so soon. But it was certainly forceful enough to make sure the other Pilot was the one “lyin’ down”, and was made to stay there by virtue of Ren straddling his bare thighs.

   The thrill in his pulse had reached a fever pitch now, the heat in his abdomen coiling tight and leaving him aching in anticipation, but there was pride at stake here. Ren settled his hands against Cabe’s chest, sharp nails pressing in just enough to get his point across, little white lines erupting against the red ink of Cabe’s tattoos as he went.

   “Bold talk from the only one doing any lying down here,” Ren cooed, sliding his hands back up to rake his nails against Cabe’s scalp and draw him into another kiss, teeth scraping against Cabe’s lip just enough to remind him how sharp they really were.

   It was honestly a miracle in and of itself that Ren could even function this much. He didn’t believe in gods, or anything outside of individual will and sheer luck, but every sparking connection and every firework-laden kiss had him more and more tempted to convert. Ren pulled back, just enough to where their noses were barely touching, and stared down into those green eyes like they were the last things he’d ever get to see. Which, all in all, he'd be okay with.

   “Deal. With. It.” He breathed, before planting another tiny bite to Cabe’s chin.

Offline Lion

Re: roll need [Lion!]
« Reply #9 on: May 08, 2018, 01:23:24 am »
Whatever gods he knew, this was too good to be believed. The temperature already left him languid and small beads of sweat dotting his browline and the haze of smoke clouding that elevator like it a heavy fog on an early morning in spring. Cabal gasped abruptly the second he felt his back slam -gently - into the flooring of that elevator and the blood rushing right south had him tingling all over.

Ren evidently was a lot stronger than he looked. Cabe was by no means a small man, even by human standards, and the slinky elf managing to catch him off guard enough to pin him down made his heart thump wildly in his chest. As if it wasn't already. He panted softly, peering up at those glowing blue eyes and the thrill of adrenaline caused a groan to erupt from him.

He was gorgeous and he had Cabal right where he wanted him.

The points of those sharp nails, and the threat of what they could do to him, unleashed something primal inside Cabal, the adrenaline sinking in and taking it's hold in what would be a fight or flight response in anyone else. The thrill of what Ren could do, and what he would do, was enough to make Cabe bare his teeth up at him in a predatory grin the second his lips were free to do so.

Each kiss him had him wanting and his hands reached down to grip the meat of his hands, squeezing it harshly and pushing Ren's hips down to meet the prodding aching cock that had hardened in that thrilling moment. "I'll deal with it the best way I know how. By plowing your ass into the floor and making you all mine," he promised, his tone resolute.

Cabal's left hand slid around to the front of Ren's hips, fingertips rubbing at the hardness pressing against that zipper. With an expert hand he managed to unzip them and free that member, his index finger finding the beginning of that jacob's ladder from the base of Ren's hardness and running it along each ring, before taking all of him in hand and squeezing firmly.

"There's just one," he panted, "...little problem..."  Cabal tilted his head and caught Ren's bottom lip between his teeth, biting down hard before running his tongue along the underside of it. "You're too overdressed....for the occasion..." 

Offline nephero

Re: roll need [Lion!]
« Reply #10 on: May 18, 2018, 10:12:01 pm »
   It was hard to tell if it was because Cabal was his Resonance and thus would always sound good, or if it was because Cabal just sounded so good. The gasps, the groans, the subtle uptick in how he breathed, the way his strong chest rose and fell just that much quicker beneath Ren’s hands. Beneath his nails, because oh the way Cabal’s breath hitched, the sheer animal reaction of it, that was enough to have Ren all but vibrating in excitement.

   He shifted, pressed back against those hands at his hips, bit at his lip and utterly failed to stifle a groan as he pressed against Cabe’s hardon. Not that he was very far behind Cabe in that matter, because the second Ren’s stoned brain caught up with what Cabal was saying, well. The coiling heat from before turned into a veritable inferno, his own cock pressing painfully against his jeans.

   Because Cabal sounded especially good when he was making promises involving the floor.

   “Oh—” Ren started to say something, though he quickly lost track of what that something was as he was fondled out of his jeans, the pressure alleviated only for a moment before Cabe started toying with his piercings. The elf couldn’t help it, mewling loudly before surging forward to press his lips to the other Pilot’s pulse, the rest muffled but no less plaintive.

   Except, there was just that one problem, just as Cabe was so kind to point out. For a moment, Ren was too dizzy from the sensation of teeth on his lip, before once again the full weight of what Cabal said sunk in. And he had a point— in the growing heat of the elevator, Ren was becoming terribly aware of how much he was wearing. The fabric clung just enough to be  absolutely awful and in desperate need of removal.

   Though as much as Ren wanted to tear off every last bit of fabric that separated them, the opportunity was too much to pass up. There’d been plenty of weekends, plenty of practice, and it was no small amount of smugness that Ren sat up in Cabal’s lap.

   Smirking from ear to pointed ear, Ren raised one curious brow as if to ask the man ‘oh, really?’, before smoothly easing off his boots and tossing those flippantly to the side. Settling on his knees, Ren ran his nails over Cabe’s chest one last time, hands sliding from the man to the hem of his own shirt, slowly pulling it off and over his head before it too joined his boots in the far corner.

   He’d expected to be hit with a sudden chill, but instead just felt all the more on fire, hearts thumping wildly against his ribs. By some miracle he was able to keep his voice steady, though there was no helping just how breathless the words were as he gave another fangy grin. “Better…? Or more?”

   Not that he waited for a response, already thumbing at the waistband of his pants and slowly inching it down over his hips. But if he took his time with his shirt, Ren took a millenia with his jeans, slowly wiggling back and forth and just out of reach. When they reached his thighs, Ren shifted his legs, pushing Cabal’s knees apart to get between them.

   He crawled back, somehow keeping his breath slow and even while continued to move his hips, the pants kicked away at first opportunity and leaving only a lacy garter behind. The added bonus was, Ren  was in the enviable position of face to face with Cabe’s solar plexus, and another mischievous smirk was all the warning the human got before he dipped his head down to nip at the skin just above the man’s navel.

   Soothing the bite with a swipe of his tongue, Ren slid downward, switching between playful bites and lingering kisses as he went, until he was face to face with Cabe’s cock. Ren swallowed in anticipation, licked at his lips before pressing a light kiss to the head, working a teasing trail over the ridging just beneath while one hand wrapped around the base, giving the other man a gentle squeeze.

   “So… much… bold talk.” He said in between each kiss, unable to help a wide grin as the sheer elation of what was happening overwhelmed him, words peppered with a hint of soft song the more excited he became.

   Besides, if anyone was going to be okay with All That Sharp near him, it was gonna be Cabe. He had no gods to thank for his fortune, but he had to thank the gods for Cabal.

Offline Lion

Re: roll need [M!][Lion!]
« Reply #11 on: May 22, 2018, 11:17:01 pm »
All the wild and primal instincts that usually laid brimming just underneath the surface surged wildly in Cabal. It didn’t take much, usually prey that wanted to be bitten, and that throbbing pulse hungry and wanting, just like Ren’s was. Because the second Ren mewled against him, leaned all his slinky body weight back onto him, he knew he’d touched on that want, and Cabal could feel those vibrations from deep inside the elf. That frequency was so enticing, falling sheerly in tune with his that he couldn’t resist.

Cabal shivered, the tremble visibly clenching his every muscle, and the second Ren pulled far enough away from him to take his advice to heart, he growled softly. The frustration was evident, his brow furrowing and he bared his teeth up at Ren, his own chest heaving with panting breaths. “You’re gonna make me wait, you bastard,” he hissed, and let his eyes take in that slender umber form.

Nothing about Ren was particularly soft, and the form presented to him made Cabal’s hands reach up and dip into the rivulets where portions of muscle peeked through, ridging skin. His warmth was intoxicating, and already he could feel those vibrations humming through the elf, radiating like a low-pitched frequency, all through his body. Cabal pressed against a chakra in elf’s belly, moaning softly as he felt the need that glinted erectly from Ren’s parted jeans.

Warmth would spread through him. And although it was already unbearably hot in that elevator, and beads of sweat were forming on his brow, Cabal wanted nothing more than to pin Ren to the floor and pound into him. It took everything in his body to keep himself in check. There would be plenty of opportunity to do just that.

Then the Raven moved just out his reach and Cabal growled again. His hips swayed as he slipped those bothersome jeans off just enough. Cabal’s heart was racing, thrumming his pulse in his ears, and his eyes reduced to predatory slits. “You like to play the hard way, don’t you,” he murmured. Well before Ren took matters into his own hands and parted his legs. Cabe gasped, caught off guard and putting his hands on either side of him, to keep himself steady, elbows pressed firmly to the ground.

“What—the…”  He panted hard, eyes narrowed, and his voice caught in his throat at the kisses Ren pressed to his belly, that warmth that he’d opened up in Ren now spreading into his own languid flesh. The burden of that feeble material existence momentarily alleviated by the rush of blood south, and the aching cock that throbbed to be sated.

“Ffff-fuck,” he hissed. “Fuck me.” He couldn’t hold back those moans, and he finally rested his head against the ground, rolling it backwards, arching his back into Ren’s ministrations. Each kiss and subsequent soothing of his tongue left Cabal gasping for breath and opening his eyes to watch Ren squeeze at the base of him. He was ridged and the tip already dripped with a bead of precum. “Bold? Why don’t you put my cock where your mouth is, if you’re feeling bold?” he murmured, eyes halflidded and face completely flushed.

An aching whine escaped him. And he reached up to take a handful of Ren’s hair to dip his head down to do exactly that. “Lookitchu, being such a brave soul. Bet you can’t swallow all of me down,” he openly challenged. But also, the possibility of whatever Ren could fit sent chilling thrills all through him, sparks jolting right south and only made him throb that much more. Because whether he wanted to show it or not, he was completely at Ren’s mercy. And the last thing he wanted was for the elf to relent.

 

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