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Offline Draconian

Sticky Little Fingers
« on: October 03, 2017, 11:51:09 pm »
[Cheesi!]

There was approximately five minutes when there was no one in the locker room.

People were going out to the ring and others were headed back. That meant five minutes of no one in there. Which meant that it was a free for all and sometimes these guys had a lot of cool stuff. Aesir and his little gang had been planning it for a few weeks now - once they'd discovered the little sort of underground fighting rings. It was probably regulation - real credits were getting traded - but the illusion of it being illegal was a thing.

Aesir tightened his bandanna and fixed his backpack, licking his lip and glancing around. Entry actually cost him money but he was hoping to make up for it. People fighting in the ring didn't wear watches or have their devices on them. They kept that in their lockers. The lockers Aesir was going to pilfer. If he could manage it.

For the most part he looked unassuming. Young. He presented himself as overly enthusiastic about the match, chatting idly with a fan about their favourite fighter. How much they were betting on who. As the matches went on and Aesir fixed his sweater he slowly migrated back towards the lockers. So far things were going according to plan. The boy was dressed not too oddly, a dark blue hoody,his bandanna. He'd styled his hair to be a floof of green on his head. Sunglasses would have been too obvious so he kept his purple peepers out in the open.

A quiet calculation of who was going into the locker and who was going out. The sound of the bell.

Deep breath.

Cynthia was one of his buddies. She was flirting with security. Brandonn was flirting with the other security. Or distraction. Or actually planning to hook up after, knowing those two. Aesir slunk into the room before he took out one of his homemade gadgets. A 'master key' of sorts. Worked most of the time. Often enough for it to be worth it. Keys had been done away with a long time ago and the right putty for the right lock and it popped right open.

It took a couple tries, going down the line, before he got the first locker to open. Twenty seconds. Heart pounding, adrenaline rushing.Deep breaths. Fingers went through pockets and he found a watch and a hairpin? A quick examination of the hairpin and that got dumped into the backpack. Two more lockers passed that didn't match the serial area of the codes he had and then the third popped open. Deck of cards. Some jewelry. Cool. Perfect. Second one popped open.

Three minutes. Two to go.

Fuck this guy in particular. Aesir impulsively stole his pants and a few odds and ends from the pockets of the jacket, though he lingered a moment too long. The other lockers had just smelled like lockers and gross sweat. But the rush of familiar and feeling like home caught him off guard from this one and he lingered. His hand brushed over the jacket he found in there, eyes closed for a moment and he brought the sleeve to his face to breathe in it and feel like he was savoring a hug from a long time ago. Aesir didn't notice his bandanna fall into the locker, didn't notice it half hanging from under the door.

The timer he set to alert him that he had a minute to finish up and get out went off and Aesir jumped, hood falling from his head before he closed that locker quietly and went onto the next He managed to hit two more, getting what he'd think to be a pretty penny in more jewelry before he fixed his hood, made sure his face was covered and left the area. On the outside it looked as normal as ever.

The pants had been a bad idea. But fuck that guy. Aesir worried for a moment and considered briefly getting someone to sew the pants into some sort of stuffed animal because why did that scent feel so familiar. Aesir passed his friends, one who was now just flat out making out with a guard and the other who just looked to be having a grand old time. The plan was to linger just a little bit longer, pretend to watch the show and then bolt.

Deep breaths. Aesir closed his eyes, heart pounding before he just grinned and looked like he was enjoying the fight. Damn that guy was tall. His purple eyes lingered on a giant of a man with a mane of hair. Instantly he just knew that was the owner of the pants in his bag. Good. Fuck that guy. Licking his lips he decided that, of all things though, he really didn't want that one to find him and beat him up for his pants back.

It wasn't until he moved to pull his bandanna from around his neck to up over his hairline that he realized he'd dropped it somewhere. Shit. Fuck. That was his favourite article of not-clothing. He felt naked without it. Maybe... Against his better judgement, he went and hovered by the entrance, glancing into the room occasionally.

It was then how obviously a bad idea stealing the pants were, because half a leg was hanging out of the side and he was too concerned about his bandanna to notice.

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Re: Sticky Little Fingers
« Reply #1 on: October 04, 2017, 05:47:33 pm »
"FUCK!"

The man's grunt of a curse was almost entirely drowned out by the sound of the crowd surrounding the ring screaming and hollering with delight as Kirkley's elbow caught him in the chest and sent him flying right onto his ass, the force of the blow knocking the wind from his lungs.

Kirkley stood over him, panting as a light sheen of sweat coated his marked-up body, a fierce grin on his face as he watched his opponent wheeze and slowly flop over onto his stomach, trying desperately to get up on his feet again. Determined lil shit, wasn't he?

Kirkley had heard about this place late one night in a bar here in Haviah, not too far from here actually, about a week or two ago. You could sign up, pass a few tests, have the rules explained, and the rest was simple: beat the shit out of your opponent, get paid if you win, don't if you lose. It wasn't too far off from wrestling if not a little dirtier and less showy; the crowd loved it and paid out the ass to get in and you got to beat the snot out of some guys you didn't even know, and couldn't get in trouble for it. Kirkley figured it was a pretty good deal, good way to let off steam. He wasn't fond of the shorts they had to wear for the match, but that was only one minor detail.

Wasn't like he didn't have anything to show off. He heard a few girls screeching in the crowd and snorted to himself. He could see the draw to Aedolis much more clearly now; it would be way too easy to get used to this.

He let his opponent get back up, meeting him head on and taking a weakened punch to the shoulder, trading it for one of his own to the guy's face. It knocked him down again, and this time he didn't get back up. The referee jogged over and Kirkley amicably stepped back. The whistle was blown and the crowd went nuts--not that he could see any of them, with the bright lights shining down into the ring kind of blinding him if he looked out too far.

He helped pick his opponent up, slinging one of his arms over his shoulders to half carry, half drag him to the locker rooms. That was the end of the show for tonight, and the other fighters who'd already had their matches who'd stuck around to watch filed in after.

"Boy you knocked him good for a newbie." "Yeah man, that was a good match. If we ever get in the ring though I'll wipe that smile right off your face!"

Kirkley let out a dry chuckle, setting the dazed opponent down on a bench and going to his locker along with the rest of them; he paused a few steps away though, eyebrows knitting in a frown as he realized something was off. A bit of cloth was hanging from the bottom of his locker door, and he walked over to take a look at it, rubbing the fabric between his fingers, the crease lines in his frown deepening as he unlocked it.

"Hey, what the fuck?"

He glanced up, seeing confusion on the other fighters' faces as well. "Where the fuck are my necklaces?" "Dude, my fucking keys are missing!"

Kirkley looked back into his own locker, pulling out the bandana and seeing that he was apparently missing his... Pants. And some things from the pockets of his jacket, it looked like. Curiously, he sniffed the bandana; the scent was unfamiliar, but for some reason his heart was in his throat.

He looked over to one of the alternate entrances, easily accessible if you could get around the guards from the stands.

He quickly headed over, turning the corner and seeing a young man standing there with concern clearly evident on his face--but the first thing Kirkley noticed were his purple eyes. Then his gaze moved slightly up, and he saw the green hair.

"... Don't tell me--"

One of the other fighters came up right behind him before he could finish, seeing the kid Kirkley was looking at and pointing at him. "YOU! YOU LITTLE FUCKIN THIEF GET BACK HERE!" And he charged at the kid, nothing holding him back; the sound drew the attention of the others and they all came over to investigate, took only a fraction of a second to see what was going on and gave chase.

Kirkley darted back to his locker, grabbing his jacket and other personal items, throwing them on in a hurry and then ran back out after them, following the stampede of furious men out of the stadium and into the streets. Man, if he was a spectator this would have been hilarious--but he didn't find anything funny about it at all.

Not if that kid was who he thought he was.

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Re: Sticky Little Fingers
« Reply #2 on: October 04, 2017, 09:58:20 pm »
"YOU! YOU LITTLE FUCKIN THIEF GET BACK HERE!"

Shit. Aww, fuck aww, shit. Aesir's head jerked to the side and his eyes widened. Okay, nope. Guess he was never gonna see that thing again. It was his favourite too. Damn. Aesir took a deep breath and bolted. The way out was planned, however, it wasn't planned to go through so quickly. Still, he was slippery and a little more acrobatic than he let on. Sort of. At least he could pretend? Pulling the hood up over his poof of green hair while he bolted it through the ground.

Trying to get lost in the cluster.

Aesir ran for all he was worth, backpack held close. He did this for some shitty jewelry so damn right he was going to keep it at all costs. Also those pants. Damn they looked big.

There had been a glance back. A moment to catch a strange set of eyes with his purple ones before he'd bolted. While he ran until his lungs burned and he knew he'd cut his shins up, Aesir couldn't unsee those eyes. Hated how they felt like they should see so much. Did the rest see his face? Surely they did.

Which was why he was panting heavily right now against a garbage bag someone just dropped off, trying his best to catch his breath. Flushed and sweaty. Except he didn't lose everyone. They'd split up.

"There you are you thieving little shit," came a deep voice that had Aesir jerk his head up. Eyes wide, lips parted, Aesir quickly stood up and made to run before a hand caught his shoulder and he felt a fist bash right into his face. His cheek opened up easily against his teeth and he felt his blood saturate his mouth. Gasping open, the blood dribbled down his chin and the next hit sent the spray of blood off to the side, across the alley.

It should't have been too bad. If he was anyone else blood wouldn't have been a big deal. Except there was a lemon. A lonely, lonely lemon sitting there, unassuming. Squeezed out for an alcoholic drink of some kind probably. Or it had been. Now, bathed in blood, the single seed was a sapling, growing larger by the second as it brushed against more and more drops of blood.

Aesir gasped loudly and looked in terror to the man he'd stolen from, looming over him. Staring. It was over. His best worst kept secret was now a small lemon tree in an alley that grew in a mere matter of secrets. Blood coated his chin and he held the backpack close to his chest. Instead of waiting to explain himself he wiped his chin with his sleeve and used the man's shock against him. Pushing passed him and running down somewhere new.

His hood had fallen off and his lips were tinged red and he didn't stop running until his legs nearly gave out a few more blocks away. It was tempting to drop the backpack, would be so easy to just drop it and go but... No. This shit was his now. So, Aesir pressed his back to the wall in the alley, panting for breath, blood welling in his mouth again - though he was careful this time of where he spit.

That man was going to tell about him. Not just that he stole. No, that was peanuts now. Now they were going to know what he could do. They were going to bleed him and make him help make the plants on earth grow and that scared the shit out of him.

At least he had some dudes pants. Aesir gave a wheezy chuckle and closed his eyes. Bet he'd be having fun.

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Re: Sticky Little Fingers
« Reply #3 on: October 04, 2017, 10:21:30 pm »
Kirkley lost sight of the boy and cursed under his breath, the panic and adrenaline in his chest making his heart race as he frantically took off after the guys, half following them, half following the scent he recognized from the bandanna.

At least his long legs helped him make up for lost time; he was overtaking the men quickly enough, pushing through them until he ran past a little alleyway and skidded to a stop, eyes widening at the sight of... Of a lemon tree, in the pavement. One of the fighters was looking around in confusion, cussing up a storm.

"Shit, shit what did that little fucker do--" He turned and saw Kirkley, "DID YOU SEE THAT? HE GREW A--"

Kirkley scented the blood in the air and a sweeping wave of red hot anger slid up his body and made every muscle tense. He stepped forward to meet the man and clocked him so hard in the jaw he went down instantly, coughing and sputtering in surprise as he spat out some teeth.

Reaching down, he grabbed the man between his neck, shoulder and clavicle, squeezing hard and holding him down in place, the fury in his eyes as easily readable as the deadliness in his low tone of voice.

"Say a word to anyone and I'll pull your spleen out through your throat."

He dropped the man and relied a little more heavily on that catdog nose of his, running through the streets and following the smell of that kid while simultaneously listening to the sounds of the men shouting to each other as they also searched. If he wasn't quick, if he didn't find him in time, there was no telling what could happen--

He skidded to a stop for a second time as he realized his nose led him to another alley and he froze, eyes searching before he saw him, crumpled up there against the wall and he wasted no time darting over to him, dropping to his knees, covered in sweat and blood on his knuckles from breaking the other guy's face earlier.

"Oi, oi--you, are you okay? Are you--" He reached out and grabbed the boy's shoulders in his moment of panic and there was a sense of warmth there that made him pause, made him look at this kid's face and see the blood all over his chin.

"Fuck, fuck okay come on, I've got to get you out of here right now before they find you--"

"Hey! New guy, you found him!"

Kirkley's attention snapped to the man standing at the mouth of the alleyway, and he was waving some of the others over as he spoke. "Great, hold him up for me so I can kick his smarmy little face in, the thieving little--"

He got up and met him halfway, ducking down and tackling him. The two of them hit the ground with a solid thud as Kirkley started punching the guy's lights out, his head smacking into the pavement as blood started welling up from his face--from his nostrils, his mouth. Kirkley's knuckles got cut up on his teeth but he didn't give a single shit; two more came down the alleyway entrance, swearing and Kirkley got up quickly enough to meet them both head on, the brawl getting nasty as punches went back and forth and he got slammed into a dumpster, his head making the thick metal ring along with his ears. He stumbled for a moment before yelling and grabbing one man's fist, holding it back from his own face as he used the guy's momentum to pull him forward, hooking his arm around the man's neck and pulling him up to slam him into the ground, kicking the other man in the knee with a sickening crack that made the guy scream and drop to the ground.

He couldn't waste any more time; he took a fumbling step over the man yelling in misery crumpled on the ground to the kid, blood dripping from his mouth and nostril as he yanked the bag away, pulling his pants out, tossing the bag to where the three men were curled up on the ground, and turned back to this thief, scooping him up and carrying him bridal style as he ducked through the alleys, listening to the howls and yells of the other fighters as they found their downed comrades and quickening his pace.

"A fucking bag ain't worth your life you idiot, I'd think you'd have learned by now." He growled, glancing down at the scared kid in his arms and knowing without a doubt... He'd found him.

But this was no time for rejoicing; they needed to find someplace to hide, and fast. So he turned into the first shop that was open, a little bar, as it were, and went straight into the bathroom, letting his full weight rest against the closed door as his head leaned back and hit it with a gentle thump, boy still in his arms as he panted.

"Can you stand? Tell me your name, first and last."

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Re: Sticky Little Fingers
« Reply #4 on: October 04, 2017, 10:39:01 pm »
It was confusing.

One second he was alone, gotten away with it - or at least he thought - and the next... The biggest motherfucker he'd ever seen was just right there. Bearing down. Ready to rough him up and show him a thing or two about stealing from fucking wrestlers. Why hadn't his friends talked him out of it? Aesir took a deep breath and squeezed his eyes shut before the man talked. The comfort the voice brought was alarming. So out of place with the situation. Wide eyes found the weird set from before, hands on his shoulders.

Impulsively Aesir just wanted to kiss him.

It was a strange impulse. He'd never wanted to kiss a guy before and it was strange to want to do that with probably the manliest man he'd ever seen man before. Aesir's mouth opened while the stranger spoke... Get him away? That wasn't a smack in the face. That was... Concern? To get him... Safe? "Wh--" He gasped out, a little dazed from being out of breath and his brains being recently rattled.

Was this guy... What? No. What? No. Was this real life? Was this happening? Aesir moved to stand up, hand pressed to the wall, looking behind himself because he was confused and afraid. Did this giant of a man wanna turn him into paste himself? Maybe. He was bleeding now and Aesir's chest lurched and he hugged the backpack before -- nooope. Goodbye. There was a quiet protest before he was scooped up like a doll and carried away - it wasn't a surprise when that strange jacket scent was on this guy. He felt ... Familiar. In a weird uncomfortable way.

Aesir just let the guy do whatever. Even if he squirmed away where would he go? Maybe this guy was just super kinky? He had his pants back though so why was he being carried? Aesir just closed his eyes and kept his hands close to his chest, his jaw was starting to ache and it was climbing into his head. Aesir hadn't even realized they'd stopped until the low voice rang out in the washroom and he perked his head up, bangs falling into his face.

"Of course I can walk," He snapped out before looking away, "And why the fuck should I tell you? You think I'm going to give you my name? That's stupid. Sure, fine. My name is... Bartleby Burrows. Yeah. Call me Bart. Now put me down before I start screaming about some weird guy touching me!" His eyes were bright and he squirmed to be put down - which was when he realized how far off the ground he was, "How tall are you? Holy fuck, you some kinda giant?"

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Re: Sticky Little Fingers
« Reply #5 on: October 04, 2017, 11:14:53 pm »
Kirkley just stared down at him for a second because...

This... This was not at all what he'd been expecting.

For three thousand years, he'd been upturning every rock and looking in every nook and cranny for this man, for his.. And he just turned up out of nowhere, the two of them meeting almost freakishly close to the way they did the second time some 5,000 years ago and yet it was so different.

This wasn't Bifrost. And yet it was, at the same time.

His mind doubted it but his gut knew, from the way his heart lurched when he saw the blood on his face in better lighting, the guilt he felt knowing he hadn't been fast enough, he hadn't protected him the way he should, and yet on the other hand...

The man he held in his arms now wasn't his. He wasn't a man at all.

He was a fucking kid. A snotty one, at that.

He gently set him down, his brain reeling, trying to process everything all at once and giving him a massive migraine on top of the literal headbanging he'd received earlier. He reached up and covered his face with his hands, thousands of years worth of memories flooding back at the same time, bringing with them all the emotion he'd tried to keep under lock and key for so many generations, and now here it was, all just... Pouring out.

He slowly slid down the door, resting his elbows on his knees, face still in his hands as he realized what he'd been dreading now for literal centuries.

Bifrost wasn't... This wasn't Bifrost. He was never going to come back. And even though he technically did, this kid didn't remember a single thing.

Not one.

He wasn't surprised at the burning hot tears he felt roll down his palms, the feeling of utter soul-crushing defeat. All that time spent. All those years hoping. All of those emotions, that pain, the fucking loneliness--and for what, for this?

Someone just please shoot him. Put him out of his misery. Let it all end. Because right now not a single goddamn thing felt like it was worth it.

He took in a deep breath and looked up at the kid, so many emotions swimming in his eyes it was impossible to tell what he was truly feeling, even he didn't know. He brought his hands together, lacing his fingers and shaking his head as he looked at the grimy floor.

"Yeah right, okay. I just saved your fucking life and you won't even tell me your name Bifr--whatever. It's fine, cause I think I know who you are anyways, or rather who your dad is because I'm pretty sure he was the one who asked me to come to this godsforsaken fucking planet in the first place and you're the reason why!"

He got up, stepping over to the kid and getting up close and personal, looming down at him as those emotions started to mix together to make frustration, annoyance, and anger. Anger that this was what he'd been waiting 3,000 years for, that this is what life handed to him, this is what Bifrost gave to him.

"Burg, yeah? So cut the fucking shit and tell me where you and your parents are living so we can get there before the goddamn police check those surveillance cameras and get there first because that's the first place they'll expect you to go. Or would you rather get caught and used like a living super plant fertilizer for the rest of your life?"

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Re: Sticky Little Fingers
« Reply #6 on: October 04, 2017, 11:56:43 pm »
What the fuck?

Aesir was at that age where seeing a grown adult - an adult adult - cry was just super awkward. The man did a good job covering it up but Aesir knew and he just stood there awkwardly, shifting his weight on his feet, knees shaking because of adrenaline and his mouth starting to throb. While the strange tall guy tried not to cry - cried quietly? - he just went to a mirror and examined her face. Wincing slightly at the dried blood smeared on his chin.

Vain enough to still fix his hair, he made sure his bandana-less head looked good because what if someone out there saw him when he came out? The deep breath caught his attention and Aesir looked over, eyebrows up, face still covered in crusty blood. Was this guy angry at him? Aesir snarled in turn, listening to this guy just... Being angry. What was his problem?

"Look, Guy, I didn't know they were your pants, okay?" Aesir grumbled, folding his arms across his chest, though quickly enough the giant of a man was bearing down on him and he just poked his chin out farther and met the gaze. Glaring. The fuck did this guy think he was? Though, knowing his name and the mention of being plant fertilizer made him shiver.

"How do you know that?" Aesir said, finally taking a step back, looking to the door. His breath caught in his throat because if this guy knew, who else knew? Aesir moved his hand to wipe at the blood on his chin before he looked at the weird guy like he had two heads. "Who are you?" He  snarled before shaking his head, "Aesir Burg," He finally replied, "My name. And you didn't save my life, I had everything under control."

Aesir glared for a moment before he turned back to the sink, filling his hands with water before he patted it on his face and wiping the blood on his sleeve. He opened his mouth in the mirror to examine the wounds and check to make sure he had his teeth. Another glance to the giant beast man and he sighed, shoving his hands into his pockets before he just glared. First this jerk steals his backpack of stolen goods. Now he knew... Everything.

"Fine," He tossed his head, glaring up at the ceiling, "Fine, just... They don't know what I was doing," He scuffed his shoe against the ground before he started to move past the giant beast man, hand moving to the lock on the door. "So, I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell them..." He paused again, the rest of it sinking in, "I'm sorry I stole your pants, okay? You don't have to fuckin' look like I killed your pet about it." He frowned again, hand resting on the door quite ready to go.

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Re: Sticky Little Fingers
« Reply #7 on: October 05, 2017, 05:32:14 am »
This kid--Aesir--was pretty unphased now that he was safe from harm. It seemed the only thing he cared about was fixing his hair and making sure he still looked pretty. After almost getting beaten, potentially to death, by at least ten or so men.

He was so out of touch with reality it was painful to witness, though it might have been painful to Kirkley for other reasons on top of that.

He rolled his eyes, shaking his head. Unbelievable. "Oh yes you totally had that one under control." He grumbled, watching the kid preen as he tried to force that anger boiling in his gut down for another day. He had a mission; whether he liked it or not, this was his charge now. He'd promised Bifrost he'd find him again and protect him, and the memory of that promise made him clench his fists.

He ignored the question about who he was in favor of keeping the conversation about Aesir for the moment; he sure as hell wasn't gonna tell this kid anything for quite a while. He wasn't going to tell him who or what he was, or who Kirkley was, until he knew he'd get a better response other than being called a lunatic.

"Fine, but we can't stay there long. And I could give a shit less about the pants, genius." Was all he said as he quiclly pulled said pants on, unlocked and opened the door, glaring at a man who gave him a funny look to step into the bathroom after they left.

He held Aesir back for a moment, sticking his head out the door of the bar first as he listened for signs of the other fighters. Hearing and seeing nothing, he let Aesir out and started to head to the nearest tram station, making sure the kid kept up and that he didn't just wander off.

The entire walk there had him fighting with himself, unsure how to feel about the whole scenario. Should he blame Aesir, or Bifrost? Or neither? He couldn't understand why Bifrost would willingly chose to be reincarnated as a little snotty teenager like this, but either way it was all he had to work with. Maybe he'd jumped the gun, maybe this kid wasn't half bad. He hadn't given him much of a chance.

He stood by the kid where he sat on the train to Margad, grip tight on one of the handrails as his hardened gaze flicked over every person in the car with them, watching like he expected any of them to get up and try to attack at a moment's notice.

They got to Margad in under an hour, and Kirkley let Aesir step off the train, again, after himself, checking to make sure there wasn't already an organized force waiting for the two of them outside; thankfully there wasn't.

"Lead the way, kid." He said as he slid his hands into his pockets, looking down at him, a bit of concern hinted on his features.

Kid's legs had been shaking earlier; he might've tried to act tough (which was slightly admirable--only slightly, though) but he'd still gotten roughed up and was probably more shaken than he wanted to let on. So Kirkley stuck close to him, their sides brushing every now and then as he let himself stand by as a way of physical comfort, or at least that was the idea. Aesir was probably going to call him weird, but as long as the little shit was safe that was all Kirkley cared about.

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Re: Sticky Little Fingers
« Reply #8 on: October 05, 2017, 07:24:57 am »
What would his friends say? Did they care?

Aesir couldn't remember them once the fighters realized their stuff had been pilfered. The past however long it had been was a blur. There was just the giant guy that made his mouth go dry and the sore mouth. When the guy pulled on his pants and they started to leave, Aesir made a point of rubbing his jaw exaggeratedly. Entertained at the slight blush of the person watching after them.

The way home was clear. Back to Margad where plants weren't a total surprise. They'd blink twice at a lemon tree in the middle kf the road but they'd also probably try to think of where it fell from. Aesir tried not to think about it. The ride home had him mourning his backpack of goodies and brushing his leg against the giant guys.

It was strange. He didn't know the dude. Didn't like the dude. He was giant and had a weird eye. Scars. Tattoo's. Guy was fuckin' scary. Still, brushing against him was comforting, so he would try to sneakily press their calves together on the ride. Walked as close to him as he could.

When he wasn't doing that he was just staring at his ass. It was a nice ass.

Aesir was on autopilot for the way home and he lead him there without a hitch. The guy who saw him grow a tree must not have said anything yet. Another day in paradise. That was lucky.

"Home sweet home," he said softly, fluffing his hair again, tucking the strands over his pointed ears - he didn't like the reminder he was different from his parents. The door opened with ease, it wasn't a fancy place but it was okay. His parents were seated for dinner and Aesir looked to Giant Guy.

"Daaaad," Aesir said, not bothering to take off his shoes, "weird guy here to see ya. Something about me, I think." He paused for a second, "I know arranges marriages aren't a thing really, but I'd be okay with this guy." His parents looked alarm before his father poked out his head and relaxed. Aesir gave a pointed look to Giant Guys waist and groin before giving pause, "Kinda big though."

"Kirkley," the man said, moving forward to shake his hand, "Welcome. You don't know how grateful we are that you're doing this for Aesir. The older he gets the stronger it's all becoming and I'm sure you can imagine what they'll do to him if they find out." They also know they would he seen as treasonous for sending their son away and probably killed.

He was a bright special boy though. The man glanced over his shoulder to catch Aesir picking a peice of brocolli off of his plate. "Please. Join us for dinner and spend the night," he took a step aside, opening his home for Kirkley, to which Aesir watched them while he stole a second one.

"We can go over the details after we send him to bed," a soft pleading look. The man only wanted to protect his child. "He doesn't know what's going on - not really." There was a pause, "I want to know how you found him -- but don't tell me. Hungry?"
« Last Edit: October 05, 2017, 12:04:24 pm by Draconian »

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Re: Sticky Little Fingers
« Reply #9 on: October 05, 2017, 02:11:02 pm »
He was mildly surprised when no comments were made about him being weird or that he needed to give the kid his space, but ultimately he said nothing, walking by him with silence and an air about him that made people look away if they made eye contact with either of them, though they probably looked over their shoulders to stare after the two when they left.

It didn't matter really, he was used to it.

He ducked his head to get in the front door without smackinf his forehead on the top of the frame, arching an eyebrow at Aesir's little remark that his parents largely ignored, so Kirkley decided to do the same.

Suddenly the fearsome demeanor disappeared as Aesir's father stepped into the room; a calming charm took its place as he gave the man a kind smile and reached out to shake his hand, a formal greeting between two old friends. Kirkley hadn't aged a day since they'd seen each other last, but the same could not be said for the kid's dad.

"Markus, it's been years." He said, nodding to him and giving a little wave to his wife whom he'd never met before he looked back to the man and shook his head.

"No need to thank me, it's the least I could do." He said quietly, glancing over to Aesir who sat cluelessly in the dining room. He looked back at Markus, arching an eyebrow and shrugging.

"Found him in a spot of trouble but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle. He's got good timing, I'll give him that." And that was all he said of the matter; it wasn't his intention to make Aesir hate him from day one, even though he couldn't say how he exactly felt about the kid himself.

He followed the man in, shutting the door behind him and wondering if it was really a good idea to stay the night when the cops might be out looking for them right now. If they showed up he knew he could handle it, but he didn't want Aesir to see his family die. Not again.

He pulled out a chair for himself and sat, thanking them for the dinner and being completely polite, reasonable and friendly throughout the entirety of it. He changed gears so quickly it was amazing the furious man in the alley was the same one sitting next to Aesir's parents right now. He'd had thousands of years to practice his acting, why wouldn't he? The only thing that might have given it away was how he glanced over at the boy every now and then, curious to see his reactions, until he was inevitably sent to bed and it was time to talk business.

As soon as the kid was out of earshot, Kirkley looked over at Markus, a bit of solemn silence settling over the table.

"Well. An interesting kid you had there indeed, man. Don't worry about payment--though I wouldn't mind a bit better of an explanation on what's going on. When did this start, this plant thing?"

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Re: Sticky Little Fingers
« Reply #10 on: October 05, 2017, 03:32:58 pm »
His dad knew this guy?

Aesir watched Kirkley obviously, his purple eyes resting on the strange giant man that looked comfortable enough. Of course his mind wandered, he just stared at the mans forearms. Looked at the tattoos. He wanted to pet them and he ate his dinner incredibly distracted buy this attention grabbing person. So giant. Tall. Aesir listened to the idle chatter and he gave his parents a look at the mention of bedtime. Bedtime consisted of 'going to your bedroom'. So that was good.

That was what he did.

Markus however, looked at his wife while she made tea in the kitchen and then finally towards his guest. The question made sense and he glanced off to the side, trying to remember. "Well," He puffed out his cheeks and took a deep breath, pushing his blonde hair aside, "He was always special." Markus thanked his wife for the tea while she sat beside him and looked a little woeful at the idea of sending her child away.

"We didn't know he was really special until he cut his hand while cutting up an apple," He shook his head, "Tiny sapling just... Right there on the cutting board," Markus closed his eyes and shrugged slightly, "We tried to find anything we could about what ... Was wrong with him. There's nothing." He sighed and looked distressed, "He's not psychic. It isn't... Magic. He was screened when he was younger for the Pilot program. Military. Nothing. He passed to just be... Regular Joe citizen." Markus glanced over his shoulder to the closed door of Aesir's bedroom.

"He's special. I don't know why." A wince, "I don't know how to help him except to get him out of Aedolis. If he gets caught here he's going to be ..." Markus couldn't finish it, the idea of his child being used to just... have his blood let made him pale at the idea.  He closed his eyes and took his wife's hand and he spent a moment to just take it in. "I don't think he knows what's going on. I'm sure he has an idea - he's a smart kid - but... We'll get rest tonight and... Pack him up tomorrow and you can go then."

Markus looked to Kirkley, "I can't thank you enough for the help. All I want is for him to be able to live somewhere in peace and... You were the only person I could think of that could protect him and get him out of here." A glance down, "I'm sorry I couldn't tell you the details. It was too risky." Markus sighed and stood up before he motioned to a bedroom down the hallway, "You can sleep down there, I think you'll fit in the bed."

Aesir had had his ear pressed to the door, liftening. Feeling panic well up his throat. His parents were getting him out of Aedolis? With Giant Guy? He chewed on his lip before he glanced away to his bed and peeled off his clothing, leaving himself in nothing but his underwear. It was easy to crawl into bed and snuggle down in. Though sleep didn't come easy and when it did the dreams were really weird.

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Re: Sticky Little Fingers
« Reply #11 on: October 05, 2017, 04:39:37 pm »
Kirkley watched Markus and his wife with eyes intent on picking up every little detail; he saw it, how hard it was for them to do this. Bi--Aesir. Aesir was still young, and still very much their little boy. Kirkley had had a few kids of his own over the many years he'd been rootin' around in this galaxy, he remembered the feeling and recognized it on their faces.

They wanted to protect him with everything they had, so much so they were willing to lay down their lives.

He dropped his gaze, leaning forward a bit to rest his forearms on the table, fingers lacing together, and he nodded with understanding. "'Preciate it. I don't have a whole lot of answers for you, but I've met people like Aesir before. There's lots of folks in this world that just can't be labeled. I don't think there's anything wrong with him." He looked up at the man, gave him a soft, reassuring smile. "You did me right when we worked together, I'll protect him with my life. You have my word. And it's better you didn't tell me the details earlier--never know who might be listening."

With that their discussion was brought to a close, all parties to an understanding. Kirkley would take Aesir off of Aedolis and he'd protect and watch over him. They would probably never see their son again.

So it goes.

He followed Markus's directions to head to his room for the night, wondering if he should shower now or in the morning before he decided morning would be best; he paused outside of Aesir's door, wondering if the little shit had actually gone to sleep or if he'd heard all of that. Part of him wished he could step inside and even just... Sit with him. Enjoy his presence. Because even though he wasn't Bifrost, there was still that core part of him that maybe was. His soul could change bodies but it could never change its true colors, or at least that was how it felt; how else could he have recognized him, other than the purple eyes and green hair?

He closed his eyes for a moment, relaxing until a vivid memory of Bifrost smiling next to him made his eyes snap open and he stood there, half feeling like he was betraying Bifrost while simultaneously upholding his promise at the same time.

It was a weird mix of guilt and resignation. It made him feel a little queasy.

He ducked into his own room for the night, and didn't get a whole lot of sleep; he woke up at the asscrack of dawn to take a shower, trying to clear his head after a night full of tormenting dreams of little moments spent with Bifrost.

The cold water splashing down on his face was welcome; the very nature of it was jarring and it made him wake up more and get his head back into the right here and now. He made the shower quick, getting out and toweling off, unaware that the door had cracked itself open. He looked at himself in the mirror, finding no bruises from yesterday--he looked normal. Looked the way he almost always did. And yet the man staring back at him didn't really feel like him anymore; it was hard to when he didn't know what he was doing.

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Re: Sticky Little Fingers
« Reply #12 on: October 05, 2017, 06:15:54 pm »
Aesir slept fitfully.  It was a weird mix- deep sleep and being aware he was in his bed, sheets tangled around his body. The dreams were weird. They felt more like he was watching through someone elses eyes and he wasn't sure he really liked it. Why was the weird Giant Guy in his dreams though?

The dream ended though and he knew his own moan woke him up because holy fuck. Aesir got up quickly, face puffy from sleep, jaw swollen from the punches from the day before and oh gods. He peeled the sheet from his torso and blushed hotly at the fact whatever dreams he'd been having gave him... A little morning problem. Fuck. Gross. The sound of a shower caught his attention when he wiped his night emissions from his chest and sitting up.

He balled the sheet up and tried to remember. Glancing down at his arms and remembering long hair tickling his wrists while he... Damn. "Kinky fuckin' dream," He muttered, scratching his side and glancing at the birthmark on his ribs. Dream him with the long hair had that. It was bigger though. Didn't see his face though. Aesir frowned, pressing his palm to his face before he grabbed a change of clothes and moved to the bathroom. Covering his lower bits with the clean clothing and towel he moved to the bathroom.

Oh.

He pushed the door slightly and looked in, eyes going wide.

Well, good morning.

Aesir's mouth hung open while he stood in the door way, staring unabashedly at the mans ass. Looking at him in the mirror for a moment before flicking back up and down the back and why did it look familiar? Aesir didn't know why it felt familiar to look at this Kirkley guy in the mirror and he gently pressed his fingers to the birthmark at his ribs.  He pressed the clothing more firmly over his waist and ...

"Are you done yet?" He chirped, voice chipper and looking a little too interesting in what exactly this Kirkley fellow had on display. "I mean, I'm enjoying the view, but if we're going on a chip I also want to be fresh and flowery for the ride."

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Re: Sticky Little Fingers
« Reply #13 on: October 05, 2017, 06:46:42 pm »
He'd kind of spaced out for a moment there, pulling tangles out of his hair by running fingers through the thick strands, staring at himself, eyes glazing over all the scars and tattoos, able to remember only about half of them.

The sound of a voice jolted him out of his thoughts and he cast a glance over his shoulder to see Aesir standing there, very obviously staring at him and very obviously hiding a... Problem.

Hell. No. No no no no. NO.

What had he done to deserve this?

(Actually he could think of a lot of awful things he'd done to warrant this kind of torture so you know what this was probably perfectly justified, but he wasn't about to admit that.)

He pulled the towel down from his shoulder to quickly tie it around his waist, face unchanging as he turned to Aesir with a sort of smugness and nonchalance.

"Sorry about that, princess. Might wanna work on your disguising game there, you ain't hiding much." He brushed past him, skin tingling where it brushed against the kid's as he moved to go back to his room, pausing a moment in the hallway to look over his shoulder at him again.

"Besides, you want your dad to gut me like a fish? I ain't stupid, kid." He wasn't gonna touch that with a ten foot pole, no matter how bad either of them might want it.

Aesir was a freaking kid. Probably not even 18 yet. Just another part of his punishment.

He took his time combing oit the rest of his hair, pulling his clothes on from yesterday, leaving the jacket off for now as he sat down on the bed, rubbing his face tiredly. Just had to wait now for the little shit to get packed so they could go--and then his next adventure would begin. He just hoped it wasn't always going to be this miserable.

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Re: Sticky Little Fingers
« Reply #14 on: October 05, 2017, 07:36:11 pm »
Princess?

Fuck that noise.

Aesir pursed his lips and play snarled at Kirkley on his way past. Eyebrows drawn inwards in a frown. He wanted to close his eyes but all he saw was Kirkley naked and so he kept them peeled while he started the shower and dropped his clothes onto the counter. It was tempting to chase after the guy and just... Pounce on him.

Though the mention of his father had any sort of desire sort of just fade away and he looked into the mirror and poked and prodded at his jaw. Purple eyes wide. It ached a little. Aesir was alarmed at how healed it looked already, instead of purple and red it was yellow and looking better. A frown. Aesir sighed and felt his hands shake before he licked the inside of his mouth, looking for the wounds. Those weren't there either.

Maybe he was getting worse?

A glance down at his hands before he squeezed his hands into fists and sighed. The shower was quick and he came out feeling less gross and a little more invigorated. Aesir pulled his clothes on - though he examined the crescent shape on his ribcage again, frowning at it. One of those things he was sure had been there forever but he'd never really noticed it before. Whatever.

Dressed and ready for the day, he fixed his hair, tying a bandana on - though this one was a burgundy color.  A jacket over a green shirt, jeans, boots. He shoved a few things into his backpack, making sure his more private articles of clothing were at the bottom. Nothing major or big. It wasn't going to be forever, right? Maybe?

Aesir sighed and looked down at his backpack before giving it a nudge with his boot.

"Daaaad!" Aesir called, opening his door and putting his overstuffed backpack against the wall.

"Yeah?"

"I'm ready, I think."

"Got everything?"

"Yeah. I think."

Markus and his wife, Julia came out of the kitchen. Obvious his mother was trying to put on a brave face, she gave a watery smile to her son and wrapped her arms around him. A hug only a parent could give a child. She kissed his forehead and passed him off to Markus.

"I'll see you soon, right?" Aesir whispered, looking at his parents who just smiled. They'd never been parted for long, so he could understand the hesitation. He smiled, accepting their silence for a simple inability to talk more than they would lie if they said lie. Aesir sighed and rolled his shoulders and looked to the front door. Where were they even going?

How would they get back?

"Kirkley?" Markus said, moving to the larger man, "All I ask is you get him somewhere he can be safe. The last thing I want is for him to be bled dry for some trees," He squeezed Kirkley's arm and glanced away, looking to Aesir who was leaning against a wall and looking bored with having to wait. Aesir looked up and smiled at his dad before moving forward.

"Ready to go?" Aesir perked up, looking a little eager. He supposed there were worse people he could be stuck with for a while. Giant Guy? Yes please. It was unusual for him to be quite this forward but with no father around there would be no threat of being gut like a fish. A sly smirk was on his face and he rolled his shoulders and stretched his arms up, back arching before he yawned and fluffed his green hair.

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Re: Sticky Little Fingers
« Reply #15 on: October 05, 2017, 07:59:57 pm »
He sighed, bringing a knee up to rest his chin on as he listened to the sound of the shower water running. He closed his eyes; his memories seemed to come back to him moreso now than they had before, varying from enraged floods of too many emotions to gentle ebbs and flows, like right now.

The images slowly came to him, of leaning against a wall in their home, watching the golden sunlight silhouette Bifrost's figure on the other side of the shower curtain. The smell of soap and shampoo, the steam from the hot water, and Bifrost's scent surrounding him in the place they shared together at one point. His heart had ached back then, chest full of pride, and yet it stung because there was so much love it was like he could barely contain it.

His heart ached now and he opened his eyes, staring up at the ceiling as another of those damn tears rolled down his cheek.

He would give anything to have that back right about now.

The water was turned off and he watched Aesir pass his room to go get packed; he said nothing, just listened, his sharp ears picking up the sounds of the kid moving around in his room, getting his things.

When he heard the hollered exchange between father and sun he jumped up, slipping into his jacket and stepping out into the main area, watching the painful hugs and realizing just how clueless Aesir really was right now. He had no idea he wouldn't be seeing them again, just like the second time, when he'd left his brothers... Why did Kirkley always have to take him away from his family? His loved ones, his friends? He felt awful and yet at the same time it was the best, and only, thing he could do.

Markus's hand came up to grip his bicep and Kirkley returned the favor, the two of them looking into each others' eyes with a moment of understanding like they had probably some 15, 20 years ago. He gave the worried father a gentle smile.

"You have my word, I swear it."

He also looked over at Aesir and the boy perked up, almost as if he was excited, completely clueless as to the road that lie ahead. Kirkley took in a deep breath, patted Markus on the shoulder and murmured a quiet "Stay safe, you two." Under his breath before stepping over to join his new companion at the door.

"Alright, alright. We're going, Pipsqueak." And take one last, good, hard look at what you're leaving behind. You have no idea how much you're going to miss it.

As they stepped out into the early morning, Kirkley set the pace at a fairly brisk walk, looking over at Aesir and then glancing around them, speaking quietly. "Before we leave, we need to stop by Haviah one last time. Friend of mine has my ship there, and she'll get us set up before we head off this miserable rock."

He partially remembered the way to the train but let Aesir take the lead, moreso so he could keep an eye out and protect him from behind at the same time, his ever watchful gaze making any curious strangers look away before they looked too hard. When they were once again on the train, Kirkley let him take a seat while he remained standing, blocking most others' view.

"So," He said, tilting his head to the side as he looked down at the kid with a slightly devious smirk. "You ever met a dragon before?"

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Re: Sticky Little Fingers
« Reply #16 on: October 05, 2017, 08:19:26 pm »
Was that a look that wasn't angry?

Aesir sighed inwardly while he watched Kirkley, eyebrows up. He could watch this guy all day. He was big and powerful and looked like he could pop someones head between his hands. Damn.  He was honestly alarmed by how much he wanted to just crawl up that guy and chew on his ear or something. Aesir didn't even try to hide his interest once they got onto the rail, though his attention was captured at the mention of dragons.

Though instead of looking interested he paled a little and turned so he was facing the giant man. "A dragon?" His voice was hushed and he looked around like just whispering the word was a death sentence. "Are ..." He glanced around and looked a little worried, "Are you a Pilot?"Aesir didn't want anything to do with Pilots. Oh god, could this guy read his thoughts? Uuuuh.

Nope.

All he could think of was this guy naked now.

Aesir sure hoped he couldn't read thoughts. That'd be awkward maybe?

"You're friends with a dragon?" He whispered, eyes wide, hair slowly drying and falling from his bandana onto his face. "Oh my god. Am I lunch?"

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« Reply #17 on: October 05, 2017, 08:38:05 pm »
Okay. He had to admit it, that reaction was... Really cute.

The way he visibly paled, eyes getting wide like he was gonna shit a brick or something. It was hilarious, and seeing something other than some smarmy tough guy look on his face was pretty refreshing--like how it was probably a nice change for Aesir to see some expression other than anger on Kirkley's.

"Pffft." He just grinned and laughed a little; it was something that looked so much warmer and more natural on him than a scowl. The movement of the train made the standing passengers sway a little, and Kirkley glanced away as he spoke. "Me? No. I've heard trying to do anything psychic with me is like trying to talk to a brick wall." He raised his eyebrows as he looked back to the kid, that amused smirk still on his face.

"You're not dinner, kid. But you will be a guest to a very good friend of mine, so you mind your manners, got it? Because whatever you're expecting, you're not gonna get it. Just try not to let your jaw fall on the floor, yeah?"

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Re: Sticky Little Fingers
« Reply #18 on: October 05, 2017, 09:19:27 pm »
Oh.

Oh damn.

Aesir watched him smile. Watched the laugh and his heart fluttered and the world was perfect and sure he was big and scary and his eye made him like nervous. He was a kid. He knew he was a kid. And this guy just felt old. He looked kinda old? But he felt old. Aesir tried to slyly reach out so the back of his hand rested against the guys leg while he spoke. A little blush was on his cheeks and he chewed on his lip while he listened.

This guy saved him? This guy. This angry guy who almost broke down into tears?

Aesir wasn't really sure what to do with the information he'd gathered.

"Yeah sure. Best behaviour," he licked his lips and glanced away, trying not to imagine the big guy and himself getting hot and heavy on the cart - though He liked the idea of it. Kirkley didn't exactly exude the whole 'let's screw in public' vibe. Aesir wasn't really big on public stuff anyway.  He was more into the hot and heavy behind a closed door where someone probably knew what he was doing.

"Is she hot?" He asked, assuming it was a woman - or at least someone exceptionally beautiful and that word usually was for the feminine. "Beautiful? Can my jaw hit my chest?" He glanced at Kirkley's thighs and smirked before he opened his mouth, about to make a rude comment before he thought better of it and closed it. "So, the whole get what I'm expecting. You're telling me I'm not getting ravished on this trip? Pity. You look like you have stamina for days."

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Re: Sticky Little Fingers
« Reply #19 on: October 05, 2017, 10:12:13 pm »
Huh, yeah. Smart kid. Smart enough, he supposed. He shrugged, the corners of his lips still turned up in a slight smile as he looked away again, watching the world pass by outside the train car's windows.

"Beautiful, yes." He looked like he was about to say something more, but he pursed his lips and kept quiet, deciding not to ruin the good mood going between the two of them right now.

Instead, he looked back to Aesir, leaning down with a mischievous smirk on his face when the kid asked that question. "Careful what you wish for little boy. Guess you're just not gonna find out, huh? Pity."

The train slowed to a stop and he stood up straight again, nodding to Aesir and leading the way off, every movement planned to keep the kid protected and safe. Now came the real task.

"She's up in the higher levels of Haviah so let's hope that little friend of ours didn't go squealing last night, otherwise I'll have to uphold my promise." He said, the good mood still mostly there but there was a low growl in his voice that no doubt made his chest rumble.

He glanced at Aesir, sliding his arm through the kid's and keeping him close enough that their sides were constantly brushing as they walked. He lead the way through the streets and passageways, taking familiar paths he'd learned quite a while ago to get up to Ain's little penthouse. She never stayed on this planet for too long at a time, maintaining it as a sort of vacation home, if it could even be called that. She was swimming in a pool full of piranhas waiting to eat her the moment she dropped her camouflage, and Kirkley could only partially understand why she did it.

After all, the best way to keep an eye on your enemies was to be their best friend, right? That was how she'd explained it to him one time.

Each security check was a little nerve-wracking; he kept waiting for the inevitable moment the officers would notice him or Aesir and the trouble would start, but thankfully nothing did; he was recognizable enough even that some of them nodded or waved to him as they passed. Up here, he wasn't known as Kirkley so much as he was the Mistress's Pet. And that was the way he and Ain preferred to keep it.

Ain's home was incredibly well secured, a penthouse with bulletproof glass windows that were tinted in between pillars fashioned after white marble old world architecture in between, almost as if it were a kind of new-age Greek temple. He got in no problem, explaining only briefly that the kid was with him and the two were let in without question. He led Aesir through a lobby with ceilings that seemed a mile high, the soles of their shoes tapping softly against the polished and glossy stone floors. He pushed open a second set of tinted glass doors, and suddenly they found themselves in a lavish white marble main floor. Two smooth staircases glided up on the left and right sides to a balcony on the second floor that lead into other rooms and hallways; between the two stairwells was a fountain that poured brilliant, clear water into an aqua-lit pool set into the floor, fish swimming calmly in its cool waters. The pillars were white and ivory with gold inlaid accents and gold chromatic railings. It was bright, well-lit, and it always reminded Kirkley of an early summer afternoon.

He came to a stop in the center of the room, the ceilings some twenty feet high. He stood straight, shoulders back and a certain air about his posture that suggested either he was a very good actor or he'd been in the military before. (Hint: it was the latter.)

He said nothing, just waited patiently, and soon he heard the faint sound of footsteps--stiletto heels on the shining stone floors. When she appeared, entering from a hallway on the right side of the second floor balcony, he let out the breath he hadn't realized he was holding, a grin finding its way on his face.

To say Ain was a pretty woman wouldn't do her justice. Her tan skin almost seemed to glow in the bright light, her soft blonde hair falling in bouncy waves that fell about her perfect hourglass frame to stop just at her hips, golden eyes bright and as sharp as an eagle. Her figure was fitted in a custom tailored sleeveless dress that hugged every curve. The skirt was slit up the sides to her hips, the neckline came down in a sharp V that played favorably with her cleavage. Kirkley always thought she looked like some kind of a goddess, and in today's day and age, she might as well be considered one.

One of the last real dragons.

He respectfully bowed and she paused, waiting until his eyes met hers again before she suddenly jumped onto the railing, sliding down with elegance and practice as she stuck a perfect landing on the ground floor and ran to him in those heels, jumping and throwing her arms around his neck as he caught her and gave her a few spins.

"Kirkley! My love where the hell have you been? You just disappeared yesterday, didn't tell me a single thing!" She scolded him with a smile as he set her down; the security guards stationed every five feet around the perimeter relaxed a little, eyes now on Aesir.

"Sorry, something told me I had to get out, so I did." He said, nodding to the kid standing beside him, and Ain's golden eyes flickered to him, looking him up and down and only taking a fraction of a second to recognize him with that sharp mind. Her eyes widened and she looked from Aesir to Kirkley and back again, raising a hand to cover her shocked expression.

"You found him! You finally found him! Does he--" She looked to Kirkley, an excited grin on her face clearly recognizable before the big man raised a hand, stopping her, and her face fell. "Oh. Oh... Oh no Kirkley I'm so sorry."

Kirkley said nothing, forcing a smile and giving Aesir a pat on the back. "Ain, this is Aesir. Aesir, this is Ain, my best friend." He paused, leaning closer to whisper into the kid's ear, "And if you know what she is, don't say it out loud, we'd appreciate it." He stood up straight again and gave the kid a wink.

 

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