In a bid to do Christmas shopping for Rivener, Zul makes an important mistake. With Melisande's gentle insistence, Zul comes clean about his intent and feelings on the entire situation. 2,144 words // 9 points
Secret Santa exchange and a few hello's are had! 2,438 words // 10 points
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Posted: Mon Dec 09, 2013 7:15 pm
█║ RP LINK:Too Close █║ INVOLVED: Alex, Baz █║ SYNOPS: Inactive.
Summary
Baz struggles to connect with Alex, who plays dumb. Predictably, they get no where.
Posted: Wed Dec 11, 2013 3:19 pm
Rivener had worked so very hard to get this ready for his two special people. He hoped they would enjoy this and appreciate the gift! Perhaps it was because his affections were accepted by Melisande, or perhaps it was because Melisande had stopped thinking of Zul as a monster, but something had inspired Rivener to great depths of romance this year. And so it was that he sent both his special people a little wrapped box, hiding out at Aphismet's house so he couldn't be around when Zul found the gift. On the box was a little note.
To Zul with love. -Riv (open it now!)
Inside the box was a silvery keyring with a variety of keys on them. Each Key had a little round sticker with a number on it, from 1 to 6. Some keys looked small, like they were for padlocks, others were bigger, like car keys or house keys, some were old-fashion and iron-wrought. Under the keys, on the fluffy cotton lining the box, was a folded note.
Zul: *the sun was beginning to crest the cityscape when the demon floated into his bedroom with Rivener, draping over the Scorpion and nosing his jaw and neck, rumbling his name softly* Riv'ner, *he purred* we've a guest to take care of. Shall I start breakfast? *he'd since changed shirts from last night into a pale cream button-up half unbuttoned, the likes of which was threatening to not stay on if he had to take measures into his own hands to wake his beloved* Riv'ner~ *he grinned a little, playfully nipping the Scorpion's ear*
Rivener: Mngh? *he shifted as the other's touches trailed up to his ear.* Mhh, Zul-... Guest? Pasha? She's not up yet? *Yawning, the Scorpion rolled slightly so he was properly sprawled under his beloved, grinning up at him with half-lidded eyes. He raised a finger to boop at the other's nose.* Then you'd best get working on that breakfast you promised her, otherwise she'll think us horrible hosts. Go on, I'll get up and change... As soon as I get my own kind of breakfast. *snickering, he leaned up with arms lacing around the Demon's shoulders, pulling him down for a morning kiss.*
Melisande: *it took a while for the Muse to wake, face burrowed into the pillow and hair fanned out over the unfamiliar pillow. Her eyes opened slowly, unfocused and content, until the newness of the room registered. Lips parting, Pasha pushed herself up on one arm quickly, and closed her eyes as a wave of dizziness hit her* When…? Oh. Oh! *memories came filtering back, and she glanced down at the shirt she was wearing. Slender fingers toyed with a dark button. Vi’s unexpected gift of lingerie was still strewn over the foot of her bed. Pasha smiled and slid out from the covers. She slipped out of the room quietly, listening for the boys, and hesitated only a moment before pressing her fingertips against their door with the intent of peeking in to see if they’d woken.*
Zul: Not the last I checked. *He'd been admittedly concerned she might not be comfortable, but she'd slept well enough that he'd noted -- no doubt aided by the booze* Mmn? Hungry, love? *And he grinned with wicked enjoyment, sliding his arms into the warm cocoon of covers to wrap around his dark beloved, laying his form flat over Rivener's blanketed one. Bowing his head, he met Rivener's lips in a firm, eager kiss, slow but intense as all their mornings ought to be. The demon uttered a low, rolling growl-like sound of contentment, dragging Rivener's bottom lip between his teeth before he lifted his head just a little.* Will that sate you for a little while...? *He smiled, coy and teasing.*
Rivener: *The kiss was definitely what he'd wanted, and he arched himself to press more of his body against Zul, smirking at the growly sound from the demon. As they pulled apart he took a sharp breath of air, feeling his insides tingle and flutter as they always did when they kissed.* I am NEVER sated when it comes to you, Flower, but it will do for now. Go on, pry yourself off my sexy self and make me some food. *He grinned teasingly and snapped his fingers then pointed to the door without looking that way, almost hoping Zul would resist and keep kissing him. He, for one, wasn't trying to move yet.*
Melisande: *it wasn’t the best of manners, but Pasha stayed frozen as she was, peeking around the edge of the door. The feeling within her was suddenly as warm as the champagne. She hadn’t expected them to be awake, and she certainly hadn’t expected them to be…busy. Apologies rose reflexively, and she bit her bottom lip to keep them back. If they offered her a place in the house…and offered themselves…was she actually intruding?
Pasha gasped as Rivener snapped and pointed, and her cheeks instantly colored. There was no ducking back now! The fact that Rivener spoke to Zul, of all people, like that…even in jest…made her feel dizzy all over again* You didn’t even say please! Goodness. *she drifted forward hesitantly, still uncertain if this was her place, despite their previous welcomes. The dress shirt had slipped farther on one shoulder, showing the strap of Vi’s white choice over one shoulder* You ARE forward!
Zul: *The demon was beside himself with amusement at the self-compliments and snappy gestures, tilting his head back and laughing. He was about to refute Rivener's 'demands' and give him a thorough amount of attention -- but Melisande's voice stole his thoughts, making him jerk his head around with his eyes wide. Not only had she seen them - she'd stayed! New beginnings, indeed!* Melisande. *The amusement lingered, and in good spirits, he rolled onto his side, propping his arm up on one elbow to press the back of his head against, watching her, the other arm lazily draping over Rivener's chest. It's clear he had no intent to listen to the Scorpion's 'demands.'*
You should come help me punish him properly, hm? Before I /do/ make breakfast. *He glanced sidelong to Rivener.* Maybe for you, but not for him, not without a please~
Rivener: *startled by the sudden voice, the Scorpion looked over to where he'd been pointing, eyebrows arching high before he let his head roll back and laugh. Zul made himself comfortable and Rivener simply splayed comfortably on the bed, giving a langorous stretch, a contented cat in a warm spot of sun. His eyes glittered as he took her in, with his shirt slipping off her shoulder like that...* I have to say, you wear that much better than I do. I'm tempted to let you keep it. As for being punished, oh no! *he raised his arms and pretended fear, pulling a corner of blankets up to his nose and giving false trembles, pulling his best puppy-dog eyes* Please, no, anything but that! *Maybe he would say please later. Or just snap his fingers again.*
Pasha: *she had been so prepared to pretend she hadn’t noticed, or soothe things over with another joke, but they didn’t seem angry in the slightest. Or embarrassed in the slightest. Their total comfort with the sensual scene gave her a moments pause. Everything about them was welcoming…even Rivener’s terrible attempt at being contrite was an invitation. Melisande’s smile flickered slowly, growing brighter until she covered it with one hand.
They were fun.*
You say that, but there’s something you don’t know about me! *she advanced gracefully, wings giving a flick like a dismissive swipe of a cat’s tail. Her eyes flicked to Zul’s for a moment and then down to the covers, silently requesting his aid* “I grew up with a brother! *diving forward onto the bed, she slid her hands expertly along Rivener’s sides as soon as the blanket was out of the way, fingertips prodding at the most sensitive places high on the sides of his ribs* Say please, or you might starve!
*her laugh was infectious, even though she wasn’t the one being tickled. One of Pasha’s wings accidently buffeted Zul, giving the Demon a firm brush upside the cheek* Sorry!! Oh!!
Zul: *He was beginning to learn to read the Muse better, and with a mere flick of her blue eyes, the demon casually curled his fingers into the blankets, watching her with a wide grin. The second she lunged, he pulled the blankets aside, ending up on his back and laughing along with her. The light pass of her soft wing against his face hardly offended him, breathing in her scent on the air. She was intoxicating, like a rose garden beneath the summer sun.* Melisande, I assure you, your touch, no matter how flurried, is hardly unwelcome.
*Still laughing, the demon languidly tucked the removed covers aside, watching with great interest at the Muse's 'attack.'* Get his hand! If we can roll him over, we can really get him good. *The demon slid an arm between the two, gripping the Scorpion's hips with full intention to flip him over, giving his beloved a knowing grin. He was thoroughly enjoying being able to gang up on him for a change.*
Rivener: *as soon as she started to advance, Rivener knew she was going to strike. That little twinkle in her eye was becoming a wonderfully familiar sight. Then when the blankets were suddenly ripped away Riv yelped and laughed, fending her off with ineffectual arms as he was tickled.* Stop! Stop stop! You'll never get me to say please! I say please to no one! I-.. I'll-! DAMN! Zul, no! NO!! HAAAHAHAHAH!!! *It had all been fun and games until the Demon directed Pasha on how to get him where he was ticklish the most: that spot where wing-leather attached to his back, just that lower little corner. He was flipped over and fingers began assaulting him mercilessly, turning him into a writhing, flailing ball of spikes. Thankfully, he knew how not to let his spikes accidentally catch anything, leaving his two loves unharmed as he tried to get away with all his might.* Damn! DAMN! OKAY, OKAY, PLEASE! PLEASE! *he laughed so hard his eyes watered*
Melisande: *she gasped with laughter as she rocked back, finally giving the Scorpion some peace. Pasha’s hand curled over Zul’s forearm, thanking him silently even as caught her breath* Oh, I’m sorry, sweet boy~ But now I know your secret! *it was the first time she’d ever used an endearment towards Rivener, but it was almost unnoticed as she bent and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. Pasha tried to shake her hair back, but it was still straightened and didn’t comply the way her curls did* You’re at our mercy forever more!
*pushing away from the bed, she gave the Demon a squeeze before her hand slipped away, fingers barely denting against his firm skin* Breakfast does sound wonderful, though. What can I do to help? *with her hair mussed, shirt askew, and cheeks pink, Pasha didn’t much look like the picture of helpfulness, but it was obvious she meant it*
Zul: Now you'll think twice about not saying please in front of the lady! *He was still teasing, and to show he meant no ill will, he bowed his head and kissed Rivener's cheek after Melisande did, though he murmured a soft, 'love you,' before he pulled back. The demon cast the Muse a glance at her gentle squeeze, bowing his head in acknowledgement and gratitude.* Thank you for helping me subdue the beast. Now I can properly get to making breakfast. *It was nice -- Rivener, breathless from laughter, and Melisande, comfortable in one of the Scorpion's shirts...she belonged. It made sense to see her this way, to him.
'Rolling' off the bed, he straightened and smoothed his shirt to remove errant wrinkles before looking to Melisande.* You can tell me what you'd like, for starters, *he grinned a little* and then I suppose we'll see where to go from there. *Turning his mirthful gaze back to Rivener as he floated towards the door, he tipped his head.* And what do you feel like? I suppose I can make something nice since you did say please.
Rivener: *As soon as they left him alone, the dark Sigel flopped to the bed on his back and concentrated on just getting his breath back, chest heaving. He grinned at the kisses he received and the soft little thank-you from Zul, then he propped himself up on elbows to watch the two beautiful others leave his bed. It seemed just like a dream.* I'd like... hm, what would be the most difficult thing to make. *he tapped at his chin then let himself fall back to the bed.* Waffles with whipped cream and fruit. Be thankful I didn't ask for eggs benedict! *he declared, shoving his pointer finger in the air while he stared at the ceiling.* Now get out so I can change! You two bullies made a mess of me! *He laughed as he said it, stealing any sting from his words.*
Melisande: *following the Demon out, Pasha turned and shot one more smile over her shoulder to Rivener before she left. That same sense of contentment had stayed with her from the night before, and there was something new about her when she was at ease. She followed Zul to the kitchen and rested her elbows against the counter as she watched him ready*
Blintzes with strawberries? Or crepes with almonds and chevre? *The Muse smiled, but she was genuinely listing her favorites. Unlike Rivener, she didn’t hold back* I do like waffles, if that’s on the menu instead. Zul? If I can ask…? *Pasha leaned forward, still watching him with her wide eyes behind the mess of her bangs* What do you do at night? What did you do last night?
Zul: You think that's a mess? Wait until I get my hands on you later. *He half-sneered, half-grinned, a dark promise between the two. Giving Rivener space to dress and primp to make himself presentable, he floated to the kitchen and retrieved a tablet on the counter, arching a brow at Melisande and typing in the words she mentioned.* I've never heard of a blintz. We have strawberries, we got those special for you, so that almost goes without saying. *He mulled through the recipe but made a soft 'tsk' sound.* We don't have ricotta right now. I could get a recipe to make it, but we'd be eating them for dinner, not breakfast. But crepes! Crepes I can do. If you'd like to whisk the eggs and the flour -- *he set them out as he said each ingredient's name, putting a cup next to the latter* -- that would be a great help.
*He grabbed the strawberries from the fridge and put them out for no obvious reason, though within reach of the Muse. Plucking the chocolate from last night, he quickly warmed it in a bowl and put that near the fruit. A snack, as it were. At the question, he did not even pause, continuing to oil a pan and prepare the proper heat.* It varies. Last night, I stayed with Rivener for a few hours - it helps him sleep - then I cleaned up, watched the festivities from the patio, checked in on you a few times to make sure you were sleeping peacefully... *He cast her a brief smile that wasn't as apologetic as he meant it to be.* Sometimes I go out. Most of the time, I stay home and with Riv. I steal his laptop if I get restless. We don't see as much of each other as we'd like while we work, so I take what time I can get with him.
Rivener: Promises, promises, *the Scorpion chuckled as the other two exited. He lounged a moment longer, stretching, basking in his unbelievable morning, reliving last night a tad. With a wide beaming smile on his face he pulled himself out of bed and to his closet, picking out a comfortable sweater of light wool with a wide neck and sleeves he kept rolled to the elbows. It wasn't a color he wore often, an ochre yellow, but it was the most comfortable thing he'd ever put hands on and he figured hey, he'd done the impressing last night. Today he could let Melisande see him when he was utterly relaxed. And so his hair received a finger-brushing before being pulled up into a messy ponytail, the two long locks in the front draping over shoulders as always. He wandered out of the room to find the other two in the kitchen, the scent of warmed chocolate and strawberries drawing him to the counter.* So what'd we decide on for food? Mnh, delicious. *he'd put a hand at the small of Pasha's back as he settled beside her, plucking a berry and dipping it in the chocolate to take a bite.* And what are you two talking about, hm?
Melisande: About Zul peeping at girls while they sleep. *Melisande’s face was utterly innocent, eyes still wide, but she spoiled the illusion by leaning forward to n** Rivener’s strawberry before he could lift it to his mouth. Not a hint of guilt graced her features, though her eyes were once again bright behind her pale fall of hair*
Oops! Here. *she smiled, and wiped the chocolate from her lips with her thumb before dipping a new one and offering it to the Scorpion* I asked how he spends his nights. I’d like to stay up sometime, too. I’ve never tried not sleeping. *it seemed the Muse was serious. She pulled the eggs and flour towards herself carefully, making sure she’d cracked each egg carefully and left no shell before moving on to the next ingredient*
That’s the reason I thought you might like the bonzai~ *she explained a bit shyly, eyes still on the bowl as she spoke* They take a lot of care, but I remembered you had time to spend. Since Rivener…appreciates…the night sky, have you both considered reversing your schedules? Staying awake at night together, instead?
Zul: *The demon nodded somberly at Melisande's answer, not bothering to expand upon it, doing well to repress a smile. Sifting the similar dry ingredients into two different bowls, he began to add small differences to each.* Crepes and waffles, love, *he answered the Scorpion's breakfast inquiry* to please both of my special ones. *He flashed a playful smile.* I'll sample some of both, just to stay impartial~
*His eyes flit to Melisande as she brought up her most generous Christmas gift, smiling in admiration.* It's perfect. I'll do some research, but I look forward to its growth. *Especially since it gave a fragrance like Melisande, though he'd keep that part ot himself.* But should you ever crave company during the night, I am your willing companion. I suppose the reason I don't sleep is because of my make up -- I've no idea if it's a Raevan capability. *He pursed his lips in thought at that before shrugging and moving on, continuing with his work, taking the mixed wet ingredients with a soft 'thank you' to Melisande and dashing it upon the pan. The demon's focus was absolute, eyes unmoving as he counted the seconds in his head for proper flipping.*
Ah. *He glanced to Rivener at the mention of the sleep cycle reversed.* Not so certain it would work with our work schedules, but it would be nice. Perhaps with your beautiful gift. *It was an invitation for her to come back, to stay another night - an entire night awake - with both of them.*
Rivener: Hey! *he laughed as his berry was stolen out from under him, smirking at Pasha. When she offered one in return, he happily took the proffered fruit, gleaming fangs showing for a moment before he bit down.* And now you know his dirty little secret: Zul is a big perv. Any time I'm not keeping a close eye on him, off he goes peeking on girls. *Riv sighed tolerantly, then watched the pair working on waffles and crepes.* As for sleeping, I dunno about you but I actually get sleepy after a while. Zul just never seems to. And I DO stay up pretty late already since I feed off the starlight, but around four or five is the latest I can stay up. I'd have to sleep eventually, and my job can... can call me over at some weird times, sometimes. *he smirked, shrugging a shoulder.* But yeah, maybe we could all try a stay-up-all-night experiment sometime! With less booze, because that makes me drowzy. *He picked up another chocolate strawberry and offered it to Meli, apparently making a habit of feeding the pretty Muse now.*
Melisande: *she wetted her lips for a moment at the thought of another bite, but pointed at the Demon. It was his turn for a nibble* Zul, that's terrible. Those poor girls. *Pasha swiped the tip of her finger along the rim of the bowl, popping her fingertip in her mouth for a moment before continuing. She was proud of the way she kept her straight face* But I'd like to try that, sometime.
What is your job, Rivener? *she asked, revisiting her fingertip daintily for the last bit of chocolate. Zul's breakfast was starting to smell amazing. Pasha glanced sidelong at the Demon, eyes crinkling warmly. No one had ever cooked for her, before. Aside from Anderson* I'm sorry I haven't asked before. There's a lot I don't know...
Zul: It's in my nature! *He sounded every bit the tragic character, the boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar.* Their sleep is just so precious to me. *Even as he talked, his focus remained; six crepes were finished in that time, and the waffles started in the iron. Taking some of the strawberries, he began to cut them in halves and quarters, laying them neatly against the warp crepes. The Muse's question about Rivener's job did little more than earn a brief glance towards the Scorpion, not entirely sure how he was going to handle that question. Adding whipped cream, he deftly finished the crepes. It was not his first time.* Here we are, crepes sans all those fancy things you asked for, I do apologize -- we'll make sure to stock it for you. *And he smiled, hoping she understood he wanted to do this, more than just this once.*
Rivener: *he gave a small pout at his gift being denied, but he thought it beyond sweet that she wanted him to go feed Zul a berry. He graced her with a smile and nod, then wandered around the counter to find his Flower and bring the treat to those lips, waiting patiently until Zul took that bite and stalling for time as he thought of a good way to answer. But that would involve lying, and he wasn't sure he wanted to have to LIE to her when he was inviting her into his life. Because it would be inviting her to that world. So Riv gave Zul a regretful, apologetic look and hoped he wasn't about to ruin what they had.* I, uh... My work. It's... It's not always pleasant, Melisande. Maybe not the best thing to talk about while we all get to know each other. But if you're really worried, ask me again and I'll tell you. *he gave a sheepish smile.* For now, I can at least tell you that I'm a bodyguard for someone. And Zul here, for a while he was a glass-blower! You saw that thing by the south windows? He made it. And now he works building things!
Melisande: *the plate of crepes looked divine, and Pasha accepted it with both hands, lips parted* They're perfect~ *his smile was like a cherry on top. Her heart skipped, thinking of all the times she'd been witness to her own reflection captured in her eyes. Now, she could see herself in his smile* Thank you. *she glanced up as Rivener fed the other a berry, her smile dimpling for a moment before she took a bite. Pasha didn't stand on ceremony and wait…it would be a while before the waffles were ready* It's perfect. Try some! *she offered her plate towards the boys, but not before stealing a bit of whipped cream on the tip of the same chocolate finger*
*She finished the taste, eyes wide, as Rivener danced around what he did for a living. A body guard?* That…can't always be easy. I…thank you, for telling me. *Pasha had no idea what that entailed, not really, but it he was unwilling to discuss it all during their lovely morning, it must be serious*
There are…parts of my responsibilities that aren't so easy, as well. We can discuss it all, sometime, if that's okay.
*she leaned forward again, looking for something else to help with while they sampled her plate of crepes. It was amazing, watching the way Zul moved in the kitchen. His focus was almost hypnotic, like a musician lost in the tune* After Valentines, maybe...
Zul: Thank you, *he returned lightly, the way she looked at him making him feel light and airy* for your kind words and presence. It's usually all eggs benedict here. *He was teasing again, of course, but he easily accepted the praise. He'd been taught by the best, but that was not currently up for discussion. When Rivener pressed near, the demon was then quite alert to the Scorpion's proximity, parting his lips to accept the berry, taking just a bite. He hummed in satisfaction, leaning forward to share a brief kiss with the Rivener before resuming his breakfast duties; he couldn't neglect Rivener's food now!*
Thank you, love. *This time, the pet-name and word was directed to Melisande, gingerly cutting one of the crepes to a third and taking the small piece, sampling it. He shrugged and nodded - it was okay, but it wasn't as good as it could have been, so he felt - and set about cutting up a few more strawberries for Rivener's toppings. He gave pause at Melisande's small confession and, knowing what Rivener was hiding, her words gave him a sort of foreboding.* Why are the two of you embroiled in such dark things? I work construction. I'm positively boring! *He chuckled after his words but gave a start, almost looking forlorn by her words.* Valentine's? But that's -- *He visibly bit his words back, still for a moment and offering a short nod.* Yes, of course. Whenever is best for you.
Rivener: *he took a piece of the crepe and hummed in delight at the taste, stealing a second bite and dipping it in the chocolate for an extra kick of deliciousness.* You're not boring, Zul, you're reliable. And manly. Nothing manlier than a construction worker, right? *he winked at Melisande.* That crepe really IS delicious. But no slacking, where's my waffle? *the Scorpion smacked Zul's arm playfully and wandered back around to Pasha's side, clearly elated that the tension of his job was brushed aside for now. And contrary to Zul, Rivener knew Melisande had no intention of staying away until Valentines, just that they would keep the more serious discussions for a later date, when they knew each other better. The Scorpion grinned at both his loves, again putting a hand at Meli's back and leaning in to nose her hair aside, kissing her cheek.* Awww, how cute, Zul looks like a little neglected puppy because he thinks you won't see him until Valentine's! I just love it when he looks like that, and it's so hard to do. Say something else! Say he looks silly in that shirt! It's totally not true, but he doesn't know that.
Melisande: *Pasha paused, eyes moving to Zul’s face slowly. Love? Had he been talking to her? As new as it had been using an endearment with the Scorpion, Melisande had also never had the chance to get used to them in turn. More importantly than that, the Demon had always been rather circumspect in how he spoke about his feelings. To hear such a word used in such a familiar way made her heart race*
You… *the word was so faint that it went unnoticed, and she pressed one hand against the buttons of the borrowed shirt* Construction! *she tried to catch back up with the conversation, and her half smile was sweet* I didn’t know! And don’t tease him, Rivener, he’s cooking! Unless you want a burned waffle.
*her tone was teasing, but the Muse was still turning things over in her mind. Her life had changed so much, so quickly…and the warmth of it felt like an old friend. It wasn’t easy keeping up with them., but she was enjoying the challenge* If you need to keep busy, you could help me with my hair. I’m not sure why yours looks amazing when you just woke up…
Zul: *Engrossed as he was, he was unaware of his verbage and Melisande's reaction to it, continuing to prepare for Rivener's breakfast. He glanced up as she repeated the word he'd said before, smiling in a disarmed, uncertain manner.* I work with my woman's brother. I've been thinking I need to get my own job and not out of the kindness of others, but I'm not sure where to turn yet.
*He bit back a grin as she chastized Rivener about the waffle, sticking his tongue out when he was called a puppy. Grateful that his small moment of upset had been passed, he nodded in agreement.* Riv'ner, you go help the beautiful woman with her hair or you can stand here and watch your waffles burn, but she will be tended to. *Not that he was sure he COULD brush her hair without feeling like they were a bit too intimate - amusing, considering his previous endearment - but he was certain his Scorpion beloved would not pass up the opportunity to pamper the Muse*
Rivener: Awww, it's all ruined now, he's grinning in that way that just makes me want to kiss him again. *Riv smirked as he said it, winking at Zul. When the order was given for him to either brush Pasha's hair or suffer burnt waffles, the choice was simple:* Hair brushing it is! My princess, if you will please follow me to the bathroom we can discuss brush choices and detanglers. My hair looks GOOD in the mornings because, honestly, come on: I make everything look good. *He grinned cheekily and winked at HER now, escorting her to the bathroom where he had the immense pleasure of brushing out her golden waves. Then there was a delicious breakfast to eat, and a slow, luxurious morning to enjoy. All in all, Rivener could not have wished for a better start to the year.*
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 11:27 pm
2014 Check Ups
█║ RP LINK:[PRP - CHECK UP] The Great Escape █║ INVOLVED: Alex, Ekundayo, Fathle █║ SYNOPS: After time overseas, Dayo has her check up.
█║ RP LINK:[PRP - CHECK UP] All of You -- 901 words // 2 points █║ INVOLVED: Alex, Zul, Cordelia, Ebony █║ SYNOPS: Ebony confides in her concern for Cordelia's behavior.
█║ RP LINK:[CHECK UP] Standing Still -- 1,461 words // 7 points █║ INVOLVED: Alex, Zul, Ethiriel, Henry █║ SYNOPS: In what should be a check up, Zul absconds with Ethiriel instead.
█║ RP LINK:[CHECK UP] A Twisted Game █║ INVOLVED: Alex, Zul, Cesc, Shep, Vivi █║ SYNOPS: Cesc comes clean with what happened at the jungle, and how he feels about it.
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 11:28 pm
█║ RP LINK:I Want to Fall █║ INVOLVED: Alex, Fathle █║ STATUS: Inactive.
Summary
Fathle asks Alex out on a date for a meal. For a meal damnit.
Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 11:29 pm
█║ SOLO: Resolution, Revisited █║ INVOLVED: Alex, Zul █║ SYNOPS: Zul talks to Alex about his soul.
Things were still strained. Zul could tell in the way Alex's eyes would brighten when she saw him -- and then dim again, the way she seemed a bit more curt and succinct in their conversations. It wasn't something he knew how to overcome, especially since he didn't feel he was wrong. But that was not what he was there for -- not now.
"Can I ask you some questions?" he asked awkwardly, floating by the sink while she did dishes. Alex glanced up to him and nodded singularly; the absence of her verbose answers was grating, but he pushed past it. "It's about me." A pause, and then, "It's about my soul."
The woman looked at him again, unblinking, and slowly washed her hands before turning off the water. Drying her hands with a dishtowel, she leaned her hip against the counter and watched him with a sharpness that he found uncomfortable. "What of it?"
Zul hesitated. The questions weren't easy - vague, at best - but he was hoping for some answers. Somewhere. Somehow. "I know I'm a -- a demon, but...do you know what type?" He saw one brow lift slowly at the inquiry, and exasperated, he tried again. "We can't be all that different from normal animals -- like, there's dogs, but there's different breeds --"
"I understand what you're asking," she said softly, cutting him off smoothly. He barely repressed a flinch at how distant the words were. "But I don't know. It wasn't in the paperwork and it was never said."
"You never asked?"
"No, because I liked to think you were more than your make up. Whether you were a spider demon or something else initially didn't matter to me so much as who you would become."
Something in the way she said what she did...hurt. Maybe it was her use of past-tense when discussing him, like her belief in him had changed. "And if I wasn't?"
Her eyes, usually so vibrant, seemed darker. "I'd deal with it then."
"And now?" Zul almost felt impatient, not wanting to have to connect the dots for her but feeling like he didn't have much of a choice. "With how things are going, you don't think --"
"Stop looking for an excuse in what you were and take responsibility for what you are now." The words were said in that same aloof tone, and this time, he did flinch. "Your past is irrelevant, Zul. You weren't Zul then, and you're Zul now. What you are makes up your powers, but you have to find your answers that revolve around you, not who you were."
Silence followed, the Sigel gazing out the window and Alex - he presumed - staring at him. After a moment, he asked softly, "Are you going to stay angry at me?"
The dishtowel was thrown onto the dish rack. "Are you going to pull your head out of the a** you don't have?" Zul started, eyes snapping to Alex, surprise heavy before the anger began to trickle in. "No, stop right there -- I see you're getting mad, but you're not listening -- "
"Thanks for the help," the demon snapped, turning away with disgust. Alex was saying more but he ignored it, showing himself out.
Cesc pulled himself up in darkness. His head felt split. He could hardly see, one eye closed. His head felt badly weighted, lopsided, without one antler. The pain radiated from the top of his skull to his collarbone.
Panic was the only thing in his lungs, in his blood. He rattled the door, pushing against it with all his lingering power. He yelled, hoarse, into the darkness. His ears could pick up sounds – gagging, moaning, getting slower and more quiet.
“Shepard!” Cesc roared, shoving his shoulder into the door. “Shepard!”
His breath was coming in fast, too fast. His head was spinning. He couldn’t let this happen. Couldn’t let Shepard die. Couldn’t let Vivi be murdered. He cursed himself, over and over, in his head.
He made this happen. He told Jamie the truth. He told her! Sitting there in that foyer drinking tea… the ******** tea.
With a guttural cry, Cesc pounded against the door. He had to think. Think. He needed to get out. He needed to get to Vivi. To call an ambulance. To call Azucar. He had to. He had to. But he’d left help, Azucar, behind.
Words swirled in his brain. Memories leapt over each other, garbling together. The jungle, the eye. His wound then, pouring over his face as the blood did now. The horror he felt, that one hour, standing alone with his greatest fears.
Now he was up against them, alone. There was no flare to fire. No help to be had.
He lost.
He’d never see Vivi again. Shepard’s smile. His friends. Ethiriel’s softness, Reks’s laugh, Melisande’s blossoms, Zurine’s sweetness, Zul’s warmth…
… Zul…
He thought about the talk they’d had, that one day by the ocean.
But I mean this with all my heart, Cesc: if you ever need help, you need only call to me, and I will come to you.
The memory stung. His eyes hurt, but there were no more tears. Cesc was coming apart. He felt it. Sparks of light were seeping from his wound, from his back. His rune swelled with flickering color. There was not much time.
He rested against the door, his fists against it.
Zul was not here. He was miles away.
But with all light and hope fading, he found it within himself to ask.
“Zul,” he gasped. “Zul, help me. Help me.”
Shopping with Alex wasn't the most exciting thing, but it filled his time when Rivener was busy and Melisande was working. He felt like he wasn't getting out to see her enough, especially since the jungle. They'd drifted apart since then, Alex withdrawing into herself and the demon busy with his two and building a home with them. He knew she was there, though, and they'd figure things out in time.
"You okay?"
Zul glanced over to the woman, still holding a carton of orange juice she'd asked him to get. "Hm?"
The Italian's lips pressed into a thin line. "You've been staring off into space holding the carton, like you just shut down."
"Ah." The Sigel smiled in his easy manner, putting it in the basket on her arm. "Sorry. I just have a lot on my mind."
A frown returned his words. "I see." And she let it go. She didn't ask, she didn't pry - which was relatively unususal of her, Zul noted - and headed off down the dairy section.
He opened his mouth to
Zul.
say something but
Zul,
his voice didn't form
help me.
and his eyes began to bleed into black
Please.
and suddenly, his problems were small and far away
Help me.
and with a decisive snap in his chest, a chain within him he could not deny, Zul turned, spread his wings and took to the air. It was no small wonder he managed to avoid hitting signs and top shelf items in the grocery store as he zipped out, but he couldn't think of it, didn't care, only that he had been called and he had to answer. He had to get to it now, to the source, to...to Cesc. Cesc had called him. Cesc was in trouble--
The demon's black eyes narrowed as he circled out of the building and into the sky, making a sharp turn to gain altitude and plummet in the direction of The Call. Zul had no idea where he was going; he knew only that his heart felt like it was beating tight and fast and unnatural in his chest, an unusual sensation of cold flowing beneath the skin. The Call was strong and directed him more surely than anything he'd known in his life, like the invisible chain attached to the fibre of his being was pulling him steadily where he needed to be.
He didn't know how much time had passed when he entered the residential area, landing in front of a house that was in no way familiar except -- there was a vehicle, it tugged the feeling of knowing who it belonged to but The Call didn't care if he knew or not, far too all consuming. The Sigel opened the unlocked door with ease and immediately careened into the kitchen, dark eyes briefly taking in the form on the floor. It wasn't Cesc, so who it was didn't matter yet, though the antler and blood there mattered a whole hell of a lot. The demon turned in a half circle until he was orientated towards the pantry, the feeling of The Call clicking in place. The scent of blood and sick was heavy, Zul uttered an inhuman growl and seized the chair, heaving it into the next room and yanking open the pantry without question or warning.
The black eyed demon stared unblinkingly at the bloody stag, wanting to be angry about him being stuck in a pantry, wanting to rage at the metallic scent of blood and injury, wanting to be protective and fix whatever had taken the Frei's wings and made him leak the light he was made of...but he could do none of it. Zul stared at the one who had issued The Call, brows furrowing over his pitch black gaze, and simply rumbled, "Rhedefre?"
Cesc had collapsed onto the ground, gasping dry, angry sobs into the hollow of his heart. He felt the light breaking within him, his rune rearranging, the light trying to spill from him. He was all wrong. This was all wrong. He was determined but helpless as he was, and raging against the closed door did nothing but make him feel unbalanced, unsafe.
Shepard. He needed to help Shepard. And Vivi. And Gertrude.
But even if he got out, how? What was there for him? He could call 911, dispatch Azucar, find Granny and make sure she was well.
But Jamie could have gotten to Vivi by then.
Cesc let out another cry and smashed his shoulder against the door. Precious seconds were ticking by, for all of them. For all he knew, he could bleed to death there in the pantry, burst into shattered light pink and gold and be nothing, nothing. That would be all for the stag's redemption, for the dawn's brilliance.
His friends, so neglected in the past months -- he would never see them again. Never thank them for their help and light and kindness. Melisande, Zurine, Iorek, Luka, Zul…
No, no… he had to fight. Had to try! This could not be the way it ended for all of them. It couldn't be.
… a noise lifted the stag's head. Was he -- what was it? Someone was in the house. Azucar? Had he followed him? Or -- Jamie?
There was a crash, and the door opened, letting light fall on the broken figure of the stag.
They might have been equally surprised to see the state of one another. Cesc, blood matting his hair to the side of his face, his antler gone, gaped up at Zul in disbelief. The iris of that wounded side was broken, spilling molten gold through his sclera. But Zul -- Zul was HERE as Cesc had called him, surely some kind of blessed hallucination. Was it possible?
"Zul!" Cesc's mind pulled out of its gridlock. He burst, hands against the ground, out of the pantry and into the kitchen, grabbing onto his friend's arm with dizzying relief. Strength, hope, began again to build inside him. "Zul -- how -- you -- I have to -- you have to help me --"
His words were garbled as his spinning mind tried to right itself. His back was struggling, sparking more light, this time more steadily.
The moment of shock in regarding each other felt like it stretched too long, but thankfully Cesc broke it, lunging at the demon like a man starved and gripping his arm. The contact was made, and The Call's voracious need for completion was satisfied, making the demon's awareness of the situation crash down on him violently. The Sigel lifted his hand and cupped the good side of Cesc's face, looking at his eye - his horn, his lack of wings, and the rage he'd been denied before came spilling into him a thousand-fold. The demon growled his anxiety, trying to make sure nothing was life-threatening outside of the obvious and extremely worrisome head wound.
"I heard you call -- but that's not important right now." Zul had only a few seconds to gather his wits. He couldn't ask what happened, he couldn't ask who had done what or why he was in this situation - he wanted to, but he was not a fool and he could see now was not the time for a story. The stag hadn't returned his calls, but he figured the Raevan was just busy in the summer months, though he distantly remembered Alex mentioning something about not being able to get a hold of anyone in the bakery either. Was this something that could have been avoided? Was this Lucia all over again?
The Sigel shook his head and adjusted his hand on Cesc's jaw, trying to make sure the stag was looking at him and focused, even with his wounds. The Frei was his first concern; if the bearer of dawn could not function, he was going to get Alex over right away. But if he could... The situation involved Zul, yes, but he could already tell there was a war underway and he was just coming in as a reinforcement. It was not for him to try and take to the front lines.
"Cesc, my friend, tell me what you need of me. Be as succint as you need and I will figure out the rest." The black began to leak out of his gaze, retreating like shadowy veins and disappearing entirely, leaving only his concerned sky-blues to turn over the injured Frei's face.
Zul's touch against the side of Cesc's face was grounding. The rapid crash of thoughts in his head slowed, the anxiety retreating. This was not, was NOT, the stag roared at the emptiness, how things ended. He was not helpless, not hopeless.
The concern on Zul's face brought something else to the forefront. There was much to be done, and little time to do it in. He could stay, call Azucar as he'd planned, and send the fury of the demon after Jamie. Zul would protect Vivi with all he had. And he could stay until the ambulances arrived, until someone could stop the seeping of blood and light from himself --
No.
He was tired of being protected. Tired of being outside, of hoping the strength of others would save him. Zul gave him a lifeline, and he would take it. But this -- this --
The rest was HIS.
"I need you," Cesc marshaled his strength. His back ached -- but he knew the light that broke from it. It was not blood. That light was HIS, sure as dawn, his very own. Why could he not do with it what he pleased? His powers, all those that left him desolate between the trees that morning -- they were a part of him, bound to him. They would do as he commanded.
"I need you to tend to Shepard. Please. He's been poisoned -- and there should be an old woman in the house as well, please find her. Get them to the hospital." As he spoke, a loud crescendo of cracking and snapping, like dry twigs catching fire, sprung behind him. His jaw set, determined. "Call the police and send them to the bakery. Please -- can you do it?"
Wide, strong pink wings unfurled behind his back, splintering the light all around them. The Frei balled his hands into fists. His chest rose and fell, steady but fast. "Can you do it alone?"
Because I have to go, his expression supplied.
Oh, he was prepared to argue. He was prepared to try and do more, prepared to rock the boat and then some with Cesc's condition. Zul couldn't pretend to know what happened but he could see that this battle had worn on Cesc more than anything else he'd seen in most Frei's young lives. It made him think of the fel virus, himself in throes of agony and despair - and even then, being helped by Alex, he hadn't faced his condition bravely. He'd succumbed. But Cesc...
The stag was stronger than he knew.
Zul straightened a little at the sound of Shepard's name, eyes flicking to the side in memory of the body on the floor, but only briefly. Yes, he'd tend to Shepard, he'd do all he could, but Cesc needed his attention, and he gave it. Even without The Call, there was a latent leadership and determination in the Frei's voice that even a demon had to adhere to. Zul looked over his friend's shoulder as the strong, beautiful wings grew and spread, casting light and hope effortlessly. The Sigel wanted to argue, but he couldn't. He was looking in the face of a man, not a child, and one that knew what had to be done. It wasn't about pride. It wasn't even about safety anymore. It was more visceral and deep than that, and Zul recognized that, respected it. Cesc didn't need Zul to fight for him, he needed the demon to care and do what Cesc could not. He had truly called Zul for help.
"I gave you my word and you have it still," Zul finally said, bowing his head. "I will help Shepard and the lady, and call the police. Promise me -- promise me you will call when you are safe. And...promise you will call me if you're not." The demon gave the stag a meaningful look before pressing a chaste kiss to the Frei's bloody brow. It wasn't his blessing, persay, but it was his faith and trust. It was all he could do; the rest was out of his hands. "Be safe, Rhedefre. Do what you must."
"I promise, I will." Cesc's voice was strong. Light was swirling around the wound on his head, and he breathed it in and out like air. His eyes dipped toward Shepard's form and pain crossed his face, his eyebrows coming together.
He would be safe with Zul. He would be. He would.
His wings outstretched and flapped hard. There was no more time to think, to linger. He had faith in Zul, faith in himself. Gratitude, words, would have to come later.
Now -- now he had to save Vivi.
In the wake of the devastation, Alex runs to the aid of what she is certain is a direly injured Cesc. Zul waits in the hospital with Cesc's recovering family. Neither of them are prepared for the ton of bricks that is Sigel Rhedefre.
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█║ SOLO: Kryptonite █║ INVOLVED: Zul █║ SYNOPS: The demon ponders the yarn that is Cesc and his story.
(( Looking at himself as a friend. Looking at the power that summoned him to his friend. ))
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