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 Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 8:24 pm
"...is there any chance I'll, uh, end up in a wall or something?" His smile took on a crooked edge, maybe just a little bit worried -- but struggling to hide it, as ever, his eyebrows raised. Ilmenite was already moving to square his feet, settling himself more comfortably and trying to imagine the look and feel of his apartment, the shape of things, the front door and his bed...
He was pretty good at that, but not great, especially when he was worrying about landing in the middle of his bed. "I mean, you know, stuck."
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 8:29 pm
"No... fortunately there seems to be a fail safe for that... otherwise I'd have impaled my foot on a can of 'rockstar' or a glow stick within the last year given that Scheelite used to be my room mate. No you'll be fine... you first, I'll be hot on your heels ok?"
"Safer than Harry Potter made it out to be, though I wonder if Rowling isn't a General..." he chuckled. Clever way to poke at the war they had after all... people returning from the dead... trying to take over. Actually he wondered about looking into it. Probably not likely that there was any kind of 'world wide' nega database though, but perhaps one of the General Queens knew.
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 9:55 pm
He wouldn't have gotten that a month or two ago; now it made him grin down at Zac, nervous and excited and also pleased, before he closed his eyes. The bundle of sleeping bag and blankets he'd been tumbling into at night, these days, his bag settled next to the dresser, the door was closed and --
And he was gone like that, tumbling into his makeshift bed, breathless and panting and worn all to s**t, but also so exhilarated that sitting still was going to be work. Just not until he recovered from the shift.
Zac would pop in to find him sprawled over his pillow, eyes closed and cheeks flushed. Being a captain was definitely better than being lieutenant.
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 6:53 am
Zac at least had the good graces to be breathing hard, two teleports with ever and one on his own, quite put him out of it even as a General. "Well done..." He said and gave a soft clap and then glancing around.
"Hn... she must be out..." he said with the flicker of a frown trying not to leap feet first back into worrying about it. He made himself power down and then pushed a hand through his hair. "Mmm... one warning, despite having just done this is... I wouldn't teleport back to the same spot too often, particularly not here, wouldn't take long if a senshi camped outside and waited for the energy signature to vanish for them to guess YOU might be the Captain they just felt. They couldn't prove it but... after the BMC I wouldn't trust them not to drag civilians in for torture either."
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 8:47 am
As Zink powered down, Ilmenite took his lead; back into the battered army surplus pants, his shirt the one with ink splatters down one side. Ever couldn't afford to throw out a somewhat-stained shirt. The pants he'd gotten rid of, but not exactly happily...
"Sit down." Having Zac stand over him was exhausting; Ever cracked his eyes to stare up at him, but otherwise didn't move. Even the words huffed out of him. He hadn't even been this tired after chasing Schee in circles around the city. "You know I'm not stupid. Relax."
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 8:56 am
"Force of Habit..." Zac said and moved closer to sit down closer to Ever. Not that he really had much experience in reminding people not to do such things... but it was a good excuse...kind of.
"Perhaps I should have gotten us both something to drink first." He said with a small smirk. Lord knew he wouldn't mind a bit of water but he wasn't sure he wanted to stand up again just yet.
"What a day...remind me to leave taking people with me when I teleport to the General Queens, I'm bushed..." He leaned back propping himself up on his hands and stretching his feet out before him to catch his breath, but tired was already laced around his very bones it felt like.
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 9:22 am
They were alone, and he'd already gotten away with it once today -- so instead of hesitating, Ever immediately reached out to catch Zac around the waist and draw him down, chin on his shoulder and eyes still closed. Sabine was out, obviously, and they weren't in uniform so no more excuses.
"This probably means I have to be more productive, hum?" Comfortable. He huffed out a breath near Zac's ear, his own cheeks still very warm. That was tiring. Would have been nice if he could do that more often, but as it was, he'd restrain the urge.
"The price of greatness is responsibility." It came out drowsy. Other young men his age might have quoted Spiderman. Ever went for Winston Churchill.
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 9:31 am
"Mmm...marvelous isn't it?" Zink said sounding more than pleased at the idea of responsibility. It kept him busy, the more things he had to do the less likely he was to sink into deep introspection.
He shifted for a second, squirming slightly but settled at least. "mmmm..." he added sounding drowsy as well.
"...We can be responsible tomorrow though, I think we have been enough of that for tonight, and don't think I'll say that often either I'm just teleported out!"
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 10:08 am
That got a grumbly noise in reply, considering -- well. Honestly, Ever wasn't that interested in more responsibility, and was already regretting having mentioned it. Instead, he should have called it 'more hobbies' or 'other options'. It wasn't actually going out more that bothered him, but the fact that people would expect things...
His fingers shifted abruptly against Zac's stomach, trying to draw himself more fully into the here-and-now. And wishing he weren't so damned tired, since Sabine was out, and Zac seemed to be in a good mood, and it had been a while goddamnit...
"I have to learn how to use my damned balls-on-string." More breath too-close to Zac's ear, sighing. Hopefully it would come naturally.
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 4:12 pm
A small snort of laughter. "Bolas..." He corrected. "... hmm... Handle them carefully and don't yank? Your duct tape might not hold." It was carefully phrased as he tried to make it a distinctly 'wrong' edge to it, trying to be funny the way that Ever could almost effortlessly.
He gave up trying after a moment and twisted slightly, tired but... how often did they get time alone, how often was he in such a damned good MOOD?
So... he moved in for a soft kiss, just to see... were they both too tired or..."
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2011 7:55 am
"Bowlers, yes." Impossible to tell if Ever was joking or really that clueless when it came to his weaponry, but at a glance, 'clueless' seemed more likely right about now. Or distracted, maybe...
No, he was really never too tired. And 'soft kiss' wasn't something he really did, not for long, especially not with pretty young men shifting against him. With a rumble, a hand went into Zac's hair and the other scraped up the back of his shirt, Ever working to wind their legs in together. Faster than he'd been before, and a hair less gentle, his confidence up.
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2011 2:45 pm
It was startling, almost enough to make him draw back but it didn't seem fair, not when he started it... not when there was just enough enthusiasm left from knowing he'd picked someone at least good enough to make Captain in short order... who... did a lot of things that drove him crazy on both sides of the emotional spectrum.
Legs and limbs tangled, very 'young' sensibilities over riding the more 'reasonable' ones he tried to keep in mind in a moment of utter assurance that there was no one around to see them, why expect that to change when you're focused on a heated moment with wandering hands and fumbling fingers.
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2011 5:29 pm
( I am posting this at the airport you devious harlots. Heres your post! xD )
Later the two would probably wonder, though it would have been no shock that the actions they currently were occupied with meant they did not hear. The tick tack of shoes outside their door, the sound of fumbling keys, a gentle fflick unlocking the door. Unknowingly the red head opened the door, a icecream cone halfway eaten as she made a dismissive glance over the room, not yet registering events, and made a move to close the door with her free hand.
Only her hand did not reach the door knob.
Almost as if the world turned slow she turned to face them, face turning red the icecream fell to the floor. Unable to speak, she eyed the questionable way their bodies were tangled... glanced between them, the door knob, and the ice ream melting on the floor...
The next sound they would hear was the closing of the door as she pressed her back against it, now outside of the apartment. "....oops." was all she manages to finally say
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 7:12 am
...hadn't even gotten Zac's shirt all the way off. Ever froze, blinking toward the door and weighing his options. There was no fear or embarrassment in his expression, just a quick moment of calculation. Dark eyes flicked from the door up onto Zac's face and he tried to decide if the young man had even noticed, if he could get away with pretending he hadn't heard Sabine come in....
No. Probably not. With a groan he settled back, head thudding against the pillow and hands gone slack around Zac's waist. His eyes closed, Ever fought down the urge to curse rather enthusiastically and counted the breaths until Zac sprang away from him.
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 7:29 am
Stricken, that was a good word for the look on Zac's face. Total, abject shock and embarasment. In another persons shoes it might have been hilarious. Then again... Who wanted their little sister to walk in on them like that?
Surprisingly, disentanglement wasn't as fast as you might have thought. Maybe just paralyzed by utter mortification, but he remained frozen for a long moment before a said in a strangled voice. ".... I should have thought of that..." a long stare at the door like he could press rewind on time before swallowing hard.".... Going to have to explain that.... How much do you think she just saw."
The last of it was a nearly throttled whisper with a steadily increasingly red face.
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