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 Posted: Sun May 29, 2022 11:21 pm
It’d been a hot minute since he’d been properly ‘home’. Mornings were unreasonably rushed, minutes became hours, became days that he’d quit counting because he was working - and when he wasn't working?
He was *Working*.
They had a house to build after-all. Renovations to plan, material lists to run over. He could thieve all he liked n stuff his subspace full to the brim with 'materials', but in all things was linked a certain cost. If not of time? Then of energy, of sleep, showers, and making actual money on the side while reaching out to see who he could ask for 'favors'. Whatever Riftborn creatures Faustite pulled to work? He intended to keep them busy -- soon as everything was set in order and lined up for use.
He had entire visions of trellised greens and ivy vines that would grow long enough to shore up the crumbling masonry of the outer walls; castle style. Of book nooks adjoined with sewing rooms. Totally flammable spaces - sure - but that was only one small part of the whole; all side-set for their more human aligned friends -- lovers.
They could build a firepit in the center of the room, set Faustite inside, read to him by his own glow while Cela made something new for him to wear whenever he chose to pull flesh on over his usual blazing attire.
He was so engrossed in thinking while half-heartedly stirring a mug of something dark; seeing nothing but whatever danced in the back of his mind. That he’d nearly missed the small box set in the center of his cracked countertop; a lurid speck of dark square screaming for attention, and who knew how long it’d sat?
Waru sure as hell didn’t.
Exchanged warm mug for smooth lacquered box, marveled at the cool touch and sheen. Then belatedly realized its shape. It's form. The click of a hinge that revealed a prize nestled into velvet-soft silk.
The universe went still while his heart went full on Nascar.
He paced over mottled pattern-less tile till his legs siphoned off the trembling from his fingers - sat his a** on the countertop he hadn't bothered to fix since it's christening sometime before Christmas. It was marked for demolition rather than use at this point; but he was too sentimental to finish the job.
Especially not now — eying the surprise of a much welcome trespass. He hardly wanted to remove the ring from its case, spent enough time tracing the delicately embossed flames that his fingertips went numb for it - that he finally had to put it on - and marvel at how well it fit; how well his loves colors sat on his skin.
It was overwhelming to let everything go bleary and wet around an ugly smile, because he hated crying; truly. It was never a pretty look on him, even when it was one of joy. All the waterworks overflowing because his heart was a soft squishy thing - and the ring? <******** - it was the right sort of vice to bleed every bit of feelings he had loose out his eyes. He recognized craftsmanship when he saw it. The glinty bit of loveliness in the small box was far too unique a thing to have been bought at any store.
He couldn't even begin to tell what the material was.
Knew who to ask...
Except for the tiny matter of how the ******** he was supposed to get Eion without a phone or tablet on hand -- doubted there was someone conveniently at Ei's side he could reach out to without causing a heart-attack; gods only knew the panic he'd endured finding caps-locked catversations about meetings he hadn't been privy to in his own messages! He wouldn't ask--but godamn the whatif thoughts that urged him to be nosy lingered long after.
He needed to get that boy a new phone.
Later! ********, but there had to be a...oh...yeah..He could do a thing! Even if he'd only tried it with Fulgurite so far? The concept of summoning a whole a** person was unthought of, right up until that point.
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Posted: Sun May 29, 2022 11:45 pm
The thought became a reality.
Solidified into being, like his a** atop Faustites sheet metal bed in their dilapidated stone mansion. Certain parts were so well worn and warped by the fire's heat that the metal was cured of its original color; the soot marks didn’t even smudge anymore.
It didn’t stop Albite from rubbing at them absently. Scraping at the odd fleck or two with the edge of a blunt tipped nail; all fidget and fluster before he found his center enough to tell the cactus ‘hello’ — (he’d heard talking brought plants back to life, and talking was the least he could do for the wilty little guy) — and then pulled on energy like he was trying to shank his neighbor; far too keyed up to send out an invitation into the ether in anything like a gentle way.
No, it was all quick spent, rubbed him wrong like asphalt across bare skin - to summon someone and not know if they’d come? How it’d work?! Damn, he owed Faustite an apology for having kept him waiting last time - of course the excess of that worry got rubbed into the Ring. <********…” and he was going to cry again.
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2022 1:15 am
Faustite had been out when he felt it. Draining energy, the task that never fully let him alone, now an automatic affair while he considered how best to address the breech in their midst. It would be something to monitor and measure, foremost; no sense in sending agents and senshi down there if it was going to ensure their deaths. And in a place like the Rift —
Well. Faustite halted, caught somewhere between surprised, impressed, and taken aback. He was mildly insulted, too, that this was how he was being asked to appear. Huffing, the General deposited his take into subspace before he vanished from the darkened city.
That was the benefit of such a space within the Sunken City, Albite would find, as Faustite appeared in his fit of smoke and fire thereafter, mid-walk, as it was ever his impulse to move. Faustite's attention arrested on him instantly: a self-engrossed boy, sitting on his bed, thumbing a ring he had only recently discovered, Faustite presumed. Waru's work-in-progress of a mediocre hole was constantly shifting, changing, and if he missed Faustite's gift for a few days? It was of no surprise.
"Look at you," he said as he came to a halt in front of his boy's huddled figure. Then he knelt, and taloned hands laced together as he draped them over a knee. It was only for a moment; he reached out and a fingertip touched the underside of Albite's jaw, urging him to look away from the damned thing.
"You're a mess." Said as warmly as Faustite could say anything. Said in a ripple of heat from his mouth.
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2022 1:52 am
A broken spell, to shift ruddy hues towards his Fiancé; swallow all that wet and try for something confidently earthen in tone. “Whose fault is that, exactly?” which Albite failed to do, utterly, there was too much breathy catch for that touch of nail that begged him to look and see; to melt like hail in hellfire for his boy's warm words.
*If he rubbed at his eyes one more time.*
It’d start the waterworks fresh again, he knew it, better to leave it be and focus on the reason for dragging his boy out from the middle of whatever he might’ve been doing. Eating, hunting, spending some soft moments of intimacy with the rest of their crew…
Oh, but he didn’t have it in him to feel selfish right then. Only joyous enough to trip over his words, and cut them short with edged emotion.
“It’s beautiful,” he loved it “I’ve never felt anything like it. I mean - *hell* - I’ve never had a-a wedding ring before, but Ei? Ei, it’s so…it’s everything.” perfect, wonderful, amazing!!
*He Loved It*
The ring got another glance, briefly, all longing coupled with a warm brush of thumb, before he set that same look firmly on Faustite.
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2022 12:33 pm
"You found it, then." He shifted from a kneel to seat himself, cross-legged, and tugged at the toes of his boots in another of his endless fidgets. Sure enough, the boy started his gush.
Somehow, Albite was just left of speechless. Had speech enough to spit a sentence or two, but nothing more, and the silence that followed was the sweetest gift Faustite was unintentionally given. However good and well-meaning, Albite was a fount of words. Albite admitted he'd never felt anything like it, but Faustite did not tell him that he'd felt exactly that for every moment of his stubborn life.
He couldn't help himself — he leaned forward to hug his boy, irrespective of any cincher worn or left in subspace, just to feel cool skin and dreads against his cheek. To feel the firmness of another person, of Albite, who would not shy away from his heat.
"Took time to get it right," he murmured against his boy's neck. "Need to reseal it every few years.
"Troublesome, but you won't find another like it."
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2022 11:30 am
"I wont, will I?" whispered awe, admiration, and all the deep sentiment Albite already held for the ring grew wings large enough to enfold Elex into, because for Waru? That ring was everything! All the words that Eion never spoke, set within a novels worth of love notes, every action that underlined care. The ring became an Action. Wasn't that the way his boy spoke best? Endless doings paced out over long corridors and ingrained in ceaseless motions - even as Ei' sat twiddling with his shoes - with albite watching on weepily. All that carefulness couldn't be ignored, had to be embraced, because the slow seeping heat was secondary to his feelings. A risk worth taking. Every time.
Albite always thought himself a piss poor translator of such things, relaying unto others exactly what he knew, the how of it. Yet even in the beginning he'd known--that man, his, his, his! Who only had a body by half, full of hellfire, who'd parsed his parts down until he was hardly a person anymore --all Agni driving his actions-- boy could've screamed with his mouth closed; fingers a flurry of expression, n Albite would've read it all as words just the same. Like some odd Eion specific sort of brail.
"Only ever just the one," the soppy smile on his face felt stupid to wear, but he couldn'tve wiped it free. Buried it instead, let Eion's winding heat evaporate any remaining wetness as he embraced him in turn. Easy enough to watch himself less he charred more -- to twine his thick fingers into the capelet, into loose bits of hair free of that embroidered hood,"and he's all mine." Oh yes, that ring was lovely, but the man himself - *his beloved* - matchstick figure set ablaze. He was the real prize.
After all? There was only one of him. Unique enough that even if he searched a-thousand other lifetimes, he was already sure he'd never find a single other person that came close. Some approximation maybe, but Ei, existing exactly as he was right now? He was more priceless than any gem or neatly carved bit of finery.
"So no matter how troublesome things get to be? I'mma cherish it."
Every single second...
It'd weather with age, n Waru would beg to learn how to reseal it against any cracks or chips that formed, not even for the sake of actually learning, but just so he could hover over Eion's side and see him work his craft...slap on a new coat of dye when the old ones faded away....
It was a promise of time, and years, and effort. All the sorts of things that proper togetherness required, because nothing was perfect without putting a little work in.
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2022 4:31 am
"Listen to you, making inferences," he teased. Perhaps Yuuri was right about Waru when he said that the boy was more clever than he let on. He knew it to be true that Waru wasn't completely clueless, else he could not strike such hearty accords with most of the agents and senshi with whom he spoke. Then there was the Enemy, with whom he could transact without having to start a fight each and every time. These were accomplishments above what Eion could manage on his own, for how seldom he was aware of what others truly wanted when they spoke.
Waru was a sweet boy, and a senshi, and with that came an indelible guilt that he could not — should not — be doing this to anyone. That Waru deserved a human life on the surface, with someone who had a comprehensible lifespan, where he could have his own stupid Etsy shop or work his odd jobs or be a stay-at-home slab of beef while some significant other of his worked to support them both. If he wanted kids, he should have them.
But these were each discussions that weren't available to Eion. When he was younger, he liked the idea of adopting someday. He wanted to find a boy, somehow become a poet, go on strolls as he wished, write at fancy cafes. But now, there would be no kids. No jobs. No need to fight over finances.
To choose that, repeatedly, over the normal route was —
Faustite sighed, and smoke trailed out from his nose, entangled in Albite's ceaselessly long dreads. Look at him, look at all their boys, making terminally terrible decisions just to stay with him. He couldn't be luckier.
"This domesticity gives me heartburn. What say you we hunt?" He asked, and he rested his cheek against Albite's shoulder, where he could better watch the boy's expression.
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2022 6:55 am
Albite knew he was crazy, this was an absolute infallible truth. He figured that was what Faustite was getting at, with his big words and grand gestures, talking about infrared and his ability to perceive the spectrum of peoples wants and whims — *their needs* — baser things that lived at his level, belly to the floor and fingers on the pulse of personhood. All the ways he would’ve told Eion, endlessly, that it wasn’t any sort of grand feat he’d accomplished.
After all, if even a dog could do it?
But thinking that was a disservice to dogs and Albite would’ve never dissed a k-9 companion! All dogs were good puppers, smart friends, best babies - on some pillar right up alongside his most precious kitten Mr. Haymaterialgirl!
Wait, was that a joke? An actual honest to goodness — Albite watched Faustites expectant face pressed upon his shoulder, felt an expression rise up, torn from ten thousand times of watching it on Faustites own features, a singular raised brow. It lasted but a second before becoming a dangerous smile that was all his own, heat and come hither, wrinkled into a snort of laughter. “Here I’m being a complete sop — and you’re handing out Prilosec ads as jokes?”
“I absolutely ******** love you, you vicious, hungry...” and if he didn’t kiss the tip of Faustites nose childishly, didn’t ruin all that severity and heady want by finding his beloveds forehead, his prominent cheek bones to press dry lips against. Threw himself into those fires and settled messy kisses where he damn well pleased! Well, he might’ve died if he hadn’t. So of course he absolutely had to! Faustites face was there, and Albites hands felt empty enough that he had to hold, to clutch cloth and chase where his lips pressed with an errant thumb and forcing we, a terrible attempt to shift that sharply angled face into taking more; and leak his words between his motions ceaslessly.
“One of these days!” *a kiss* “I’m gonna show you how sickeningly domestic we can be together,” *another* “I’m talking wearing matching bathrobes,” *more* “and taking long walks on the beach,” Waru never wanted to love Eion any less viciously, with any less heat than his fiancé deserved, he’d give him the sun — and if that was to high to wrap his claws around? He’d simply crack open hell and wind a staircase down into it. Sure it was to be warm enough somewhere around the Earths core, “but today? We can hunt. You, me, a line of bodies.”
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2022 7:28 am
"A joke?" Queried attention fell on Albite, who was smiling like an idiot again. Granted, he was the idiot. "Was being serious." His sibilance sizzled.
"Can't stay still this long." And Albite was showering him with affection again, from which Faustite retreated. Not for detesting it, but for maintaining his own affronted nature. But Albite smothered him, with arms and kisses, and finally the fiery thing, thoroughly fed up, became pure fire as he spilled from Albite's grasp. Solid again, he scrabbled back into his crouch, with fingers spidered out and nails scratching at the floor.
An exasperated, lidded gaze fell on Albite. "You're too much. Imagine that's how others feel, walking into my office. Like a ******** sauna of love, affection, and spit," he finished, wiping off his own forehead. "Matching ******** bathrobes…" He sighed, and a cloud of smoke left him.
What was he to do with this boy? Find him some more people onto whom he could spread his love. Much like how Faustite found all these different boys who thrummed his heartstrings, there had to be more for Albite, too. Get him some, Faustite decided, so he could pass on the matching bathrobes and whatever other cursed thoughts his boy harbored.
He wondered, briefly, if getting married was a bad idea. That, too, left in a cloud of smoke.
Because Albite never failed to indulge him, and his damnable heart couldn't bear to part with any of his boys.
Faustite stood, and offered a hand to his boy. "Good. Still some sense in you yet."shiningamisgirl Hellborn ;; (Enhancement) Range: Self Duration: Up to 1 minute Use Count: Up to 3x Miss Chance: Escaping his reach Effect: Faustite's fire expands and engulfs him, transforming him into a living embodiment of flame. For the duration of this magical ability, he appears fully youmafied. When he moves, he moves amorphously as a gout of fire. Faustite can pass through or over nonsolid surfaces, and cannot be hit by physical attacks. He becomes highly susceptible to magical attacks and enchantments, however. Any attacks he makes toward others will be fire property, and will provide the illusion of being burned.
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2022 3:13 pm
Well he'd thought it was funny! Faustite was on fire afterall! Heartburn jokes were right up his alley. Albites personal proof of that fact intensified like the snap of pain he received and with the suddenness of liquid fire spilling from his lap and onto the gravel like some slighted feline, like he'd dared to rain within ten feet of a cat - got piss and vinegar in turn for his all his playful dogged smothering. <******** but he loved him. Even that look? Tragically adorable, if one ignored the scathing tongue n scalpel claws splayed nice n tense over stone -- he should've put Eion to etching things more often. He had both tool and talent readily on hand -- literally on hand?
Whatever. He loved him. All of him, right down to his pincushion looks n brimstone barbs. Albites yelped surprised gained further laughter, bass deep sound full of warmed edges. He couldn't lose the smile he held for Faustite bragging about all his sense on the heels of snarling over all his folly -- took that praise as it came without correcting it. Rare little gem of a thing that he cherished on the hottest days.
"Just enough sense, and only sometimes, Firebrand." Couldn't leave his boy starved after all. Not when between them? There was a void that screamed stomach - desires left unsated that could only be matched with a good feeding. With that in mind? Albite easily brushed himself of as much sooty scorch as he could, and took up Faustites hand. Strickenized A delicious fin for the boyos?
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