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 Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 1:10 am
Lycander's groan made Requiem's blush take on an entirely new level of red. He was not entirely certain it was possible to be any more scarlet than he already was, but there was something distinctly hungry in that sound, and Requiem was not sure he was ready to face it just yet.
Kissing was one thing; he had gotten this far, but it had taken him time, and he was not ready to move too fast too soon.
Lifting his hands, Requiem pressed them flat against his face. His fingers felt absurdly cool to the heat radiating off of his cheeks, and he wondered if it was possible to spontaneously combust. But Lycander was grinning, and his arms were around him, his head resting against his comfortably, and Requiem felt that same safe, warm feeling.
"I..." he mumbled, thoroughly embarrassed, but he followed Lycander's promptings and slipped off to the tent.
Inside, he sat there for a few moments, replaying the kiss in his mind - it had felt so...wonderful. Requiem closed his eyes, lifting a hand to run his fingers over his lips.
He could still feel Lycander's on his.
Flushed bright red, Requiem changed quickly and then slipped into the safety of his own sleeping bag. And when Lycander crawled in a few moments later, Requiem was already mostly asleep, losing himself to the call of the slumber.
But not before there was a very quiet, whispered,
"...sweet dreams."
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 1:40 am
"Good night...darling." He felt his lips curl lazily up before sighing deeply and letting his body relax into sleep.
He woke some time after his head hit the pillow, though he wasn't sure just how long he had slept. It didn't feel like more than a few hours at most. Lycander lay there silently, trying to fall back into the land of dreams, but his mind was restless. Or at least he thought it was his mind. Being slightly sleep fogged, it took him a good three minutes to realize it was the other body laying next to him that was restless.
Lycander frowned, running a hand along his face as he sat up cautiously, so as not to wake Requiem. He watched him, seeing that restless edge to the way he couldn't seem to find a comfortable spot.
After a minute of silent debate, Lycander pulled himself free of his sleeping bag and eased out of the tent to give his boyfriend the chance to relax. He mentally scolded himself for not taking that small detail into consideration when planning this trip. Neither of them were used to sleeping with another body next to them. Though Lycander found it pleasant. Of course, knowing his boyfriend, he probably did too but his mind wouldn't understand it.
"Mmm...one day, maybe." Lycander mused to himself quietly, rubbing his hands against his arms to ward off the chill of night. He let his gaze drift around their campsite, noting it was darker than he expected. Perhaps the moon wasn't very full tonight?
It's still lovely out here.
His mind drifted back to that kiss, eyes staring unfocused at nothing in particular. Damn had he enjoyed that. Maybe too much. And he was already worrying that maybe things had gone too far? There was instant denial from that other part of him. The one that had tried to respond to Requiem's kiss. And his touch for that matter.
Lycander groaned softly, rubbing at his face. Then paused, head tilting. Frowning, the redhead gazed around again.
Strange. I thought I heard something. Like a soft moan. One that had been much different from the sound he'd made.
Still frowning, he looked back towards the tent, hoping that maybe it was safe to slip back in. And then he heard it again. It was odd, and a little eerie. But drew his attention. Looking back towards the woods, Lycander took a few hesitant steps that way. What the hell am I doing? It was probably some animal...except animals didn't cry like that, did they? Now he was a little freaked out. Yet he still found himself being drawn towards the sound, head feeling strangely light.
This way...
Wait. Had he just thought that?
Hurry...this way...
Which way? Straight ahead? Yes that felt right. Why was he going that way? No no, now to the side. Yes, this way.
No. His mind rebelled. No...somethings wrong. I don't want to go that far from the campsite!
"This way....mmmm, you smell so...lovely~"
Lycander blinked, trying to fight the haze in his mind. "No..." He mumbled, feet tripping over something on the ground. The redhead fought to keep from going down, but something lightly pushed him the rest of the way.
"So...tasty. And...sweet. You smell sweet. And are so lovely."
Something was touching his face. It was rougher then the feather light touch of Requiem. Bad. This was bad. What was going on- He felt it. Only registering what it was because he'd felt similar drains before. But nothing near this level. Lycander gasped, fighting the haze with renewed force. And his fist connected with the creature. There was an outraged shriek that hurt his ears and then something bit him.
"Shi...te...! Get...your bloody...fangs off of m-" His mouth was covered and he felt his head spinning and legs unwilling to support his weight. Son of a b***h! No. Help. Need to do...something. He tried to fight the thing on him, battle the power he felt draining from his body.
Requiem...no what if...what if they go after him too! Lycander didn't know what spurred the thought, or what actually cracked his will to send for help. But he did. In the only way left open to him. Mustering as much of his power as he could, a bird of sorts erupted in flames, beating its wings with a screech and zipping back towards their camp.
Please. Please don't let it be too far...let my...magic reach... Tired. He felt tired. And his head hurt. He was pretty sure he'd been hit somewhere along the way too.
Requiem...I'm sorry...
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 2:03 am
The first thing Requiem noticed when he awoke, rather abruptly, was the distinct difference in temperature.
When he had laid down to sleep, the tent had been warm, especially with the two of them in there. He'd been a little nervous, of course, and his body had felt stiff, his shoulders tense, but Lycander was, as always, the gentleman he was and had laid on the other side, with enough difference between them to let Requiem relax a little.
Which he had - not much, apparently, since he woke up several hours later feeling disoriented and confused.
A strangely unpleasant sensation had crept into his thoughts, and Requiem pushed himself uneasily into a sitting position, rubbing his head and pushing the stray strands of pale hair away from his face.
"Lycander? Are you..."
His voice trailed off, Requiem's gaze falling on the empty sleeping bag beside him.
He was not there.
Panic seized him instantly. Requiem tore himself from his sleeping bag, kicking back the covers and trying to untangle himself from the confines of the blankets. He staggered out of the tent, his heart clambering in his chest, and looked both ways, trying to discern which direction Lycander would have gone. It wasn't unusual to wake and find his boyfriend still awake late at night, for a nighttime snack or drink, but something about this felt distinctly different, distinctly wrong.
What happened?
A sound, somewhere to his left. Requiem turned, pelting through the trees, ignoring the way the branches slapped at his face, catching on his clothing and tearing them.
Something gold and red streaked past him - a bird, made out of flames.
Lycander.
Desperation and panic erupted in his chest, and Requiem pushed himself forward, through the underbrush of the trees. Something snagged his cheek, snapping against his cheek, and he could feel the blood sliding down his face, but Requiem kept moving, determined to find him.
He could not let anything happen to Lycander.
"So tasty. And sweet. You are so lovely."
It was not Lycander's voice. An icy cold feeling seeped into Requiem's chest as he burst through a patch of brush and stopped dead, staring in horror at the scene in front of him.
Lycander. On the ground. A figure leaning over him.
Witch eater.
Requiem held out a hand, magic sizzling up and down his arm. "LEAVE HIM AL - "
The words did not make it out of his mouth.
No. Not now.
No.
The hunger swelled up inside of him, raging forward, filling his veins, and Requiem dropped to his knees on the ground, gasping for air. His entire body trembled violently, and he wrapped his arms around his middle, desperate to stop the pangs that shivered through him.
He had forgotten his headphones in the tent.
"Ly...cander..."
The redhead was on the ground, unmoving, and Requiem felt despair, hot and heavy, settle into him. The pain was stabbing into his stomach, and all he could think about was the hunger, the bone deep hunger -
He could not do this, he could not let Lycander die, he could not let that thing take him away.
He needed him.
Through the haze, Requiem lifted his hand, holding it out towards the creature. A few words tumbled from his lips, barely audible, and barely spoken, just gasped out beside the grunts of pain. And from the ground sprung thick, heavy vines, weaving their way upwards, curling around the witch eater and twisting across its body until it was completely covered.
Requiem jerked his hand to the side - the movement made him stagger and fall, coughing hard and spattering blood on the leaves and grass. The creature made an awful, shrieking sound, but Requiem held out his open hand, palm facing upwards. Slowly, and with a great deal of effort, he began to curl his fingers back together, and as he did so the vines twisted and contorted, drawing together and mimicking the movements of his hand. The shrieking went on and on until -
Snap.
Silence.
Requiem dropped his hand. Every ounce of energy had seeped out of him, but he crawled on his hands and knees towards where Lycander lay. It would be dangerous to touch him while he was in this state - especially when he did not have his music - but he could not help himself.
His fingers, trembling furiously, touched the side of Lycander's face.
"Wake up," he whispered, and his voice was desperate, pleading. "Wake up. Lycander, wake up. Please."
He still wasn't moving. Overhead, the moonlight cast a silvery glow across the forest floor, spreading shadows long and deep around them. Requiem could feel the hunger growing in his chest, nearly suffocating him now, but still he sat there, his fingers clenching into Lycander's shirt.
"WAKE UP!" he gasped, and his face felt hot, his vision becoming blurry. "Lycander, please, I can't - I can't do this alone - I need you - "
Wake up so that I can finally tell you how I feel about you.
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 2:44 am
It hurt having his power taken. That had never happened before with Requiem. Maybe it's because I...don't have much left to spare. A possible answer. And it felt right.
Not that anything else felt right. His head was pounding and a roar had started in his ears. Much like his heartbeat... That is my heart. The thought was sluggish, taking too long to form. Tired. He felt so tired. Lycander made a feeble attempt to shove whatever was on top of him off. But it was useless. His limbs weren't responding right.
Get...off...me. The words wouldn't come. Whatever bit of focus he could muster was completely thrown into one task.
Make his magic reach Requiem.
He felt the illusionary creature of fire falter and slowly dissipate.
No...
Everything felt heavy. His hands. His feet. His entire body. Breathing was becoming difficult. And forming a coherent thought was almost impossible.
I have...to fight...! I can't....won't leave...Requiem.
A voice penetrated through the fog. But it sounded wrong. Like it was in pain. That wasn't right. That sweet voice, always so gentle and quiet, shouldn't be in pain!
Requiem.
The redhead never felt the witch eater pulled from him. Or the crackle of magic as a spell took out the menace. He was battling the floating sensation, trying to follow that voice. The one he cared so much about. Lycander tried to move, but that lead feeling remained. Until that awful shrieking roused...something in him. No, he couldn't fall victim to this...whatever it was! Weightlessness. Oblivion. No! I...can't...
Wake up.
That voice. It was back. And still in pain. It made a part of him, deep inside, ache. Why was that voice in pain? He didn't like hearing it like so. In fact he tried so very hard not to hear the cheerful tones. Hear that beautiful laughter.
Wake up!
But he was so tired! And there was pain. Both in his heart and his body. Wouldn't it just be easier to lay there and let him sleep? No...!
WAKE UP!
Lycander gasped, head spinning wildly, a hand instantly moving to shove at the body over his. But he heard that voice. His hand froze against Requiem's chest, fingers curling as tightly as they could manage into the fabric of his shirt. His body burned, like he had a fever. Yet chills raced down at the same time. He tried opening his eyes, managed to make out a blurry face before his world tilted and he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut.
"Re...Req...uiem?" His voice was softer than he intended, but speaking felt difficult. And that awful pounding against his chest! His heart was racing, chest heaving as he took in deep breaths. Lycander didn't think. Didn't really have much else in the forefront of his mind but Requiem's face. His hands pulled his boyfriend to him, the redhead burying his face against Requiem's chest. The normally easy and laid back demeanor was gone, fear and pain present in his features.
"I-I'm...sorry. So sorry...Requiem." The voice was choked, void of all the playful cheer that was typical Lycander. His grip tightened, as if he was afraid to let go and lose the person he cared for the most.
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 2:55 am
At first there was no answer, nothing at all but the shallow breaths that came from Lycander's throat. Requiem pressed a hand to his chest, pushing back the urges, shoving back the hunger and touched his boyfriend's face again, his fingers trembling as the moved down the side of his face.
"Lycander," he whispered, and it galled him the way his voice shook.
When did I become so dependent on you?
Why do you let me stay by your side? All I do is cause you pain.
But I...
To you, I...
There was a gasp, and Requiem jerked, startled. Lycander's hand shot up, slamming into his chest and pushing him backwards, but then it stopped, and the fingers curled in his shirtfront instead, as though the owner was afraid to let go. Requiem lifted a hand, covering Lycander's with his own, his eyes wide as he leaned over the redhead.
"...Lycander?" he whispered quietly.
And then Lycander had moved, and Requiem felt himself falling halfway back onto the grass, the redhead's face pressed into his chest, arms wrapped tightly around his waist. For a few seconds, Requiem sat there, his body frozen in shock, but then he heard Lycander's pitiful, pained voice, and everything seemed to collide all at once.
He wrapped his arms around the redhead's shoulders and hugged him tightly, so tightly it was probably painful. But Lycander was alive, he was not dead, he had not left him.
He was alive.
Requiem's fingers found Lycander's shirtfront again, and he pulled him upwards to look into his face. He caught his gaze for only a moment, everything suspended as though waiting, and then Requiem's lips found Lycander's and he was kissing him with a desperation and passion he'd never felt before, his fingers gripping the collar of Lycander's shirt so tightly that his knuckles were white.
I don't want to lose you.
Requiem turned his face, breaking the kiss with a gasp, his eyes shimmering.
"I love you," he said, and the words seized his heart, made it beat faster and faster until he felt it was so loud Lycander would be able to hear it a mile away.
"I love you," said Requiem again, and each time he said it he could feel the truth of the words sinking deeper into his chest, deeper into his soul, deeper into every fiber of his being until there was nothing left but that. It was so very true, and he wondered why it had taken him so long to realize it. Requiem leaned back, his hands slipping up to rest on either side of Lycander's face, pulling him towards him once more.
"I love you, I love you, I love you.
"Don't leave me."
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 3:25 am
He half expected to feel that burning drain again when a hand covered his own. But there was only warmth and Requiem's voice. It was the last piece the redhead needed to anchor himself back to here and now, not that floating weightlessness.
Lycander felt guilty for needing the contact he was seeking. Gripping his boyfriend tightly and inhaling his scent. Listening to his heartbeat. I'm so sorry, Requiem! It was all he could think of. His mind shied away from the other feelings. Like how it had felt laying there, helpless as his power - his magic - was stolen. His essence. A shuddered raced along his spine and the redhead pressed himself as close as he could. Then arms were hugging him just as tightly and painfully but he didn't care about that. It was the comfort. The safe feeling that he needed.
I almost left you, didn't I? The thought struck him like a heavy blow.
Hands were pulling him up, Lycander managing to open his eyes. Things weren't spinning quite as badly. Especially not when he stared into those gold eyes he loved so much.
I...I'm sorry.
His mind blanked, unable to compute anything logical or sane as a mouth crushed his own. Lycander simply reacted, letting all the suppressed feelings he'd kept buried surface. An extra spice thrown in with his near fatal encounter that had just occurred. The redhead pulled Requiem close, meeting his passion with one of his own. One that had been building for so long.
I don't want to ever leave you.
I can't leave you...because I...I...
Lycander's breathing was labored and harsh when Requiem turned away and broke their kiss. He let his head fall to rest against Requiem's shoulder, panting to get air back in his burning lungs.
"I love you."
His heart literally stopped, eyes going wide. Had he truly heard those words? Or was he that close to death that his mind was playing a cruel joke on him? Hands were gripping his face, pulling it up to face one that he knew so well. One he utterly adored. A face that he loved.
I...love you.
Lycander stared, mind refusing to make sense of anything. He was dizzy all over again, that lightheaded feeling returning. But it wasn't caused from the pain or heavy loss of his power. No this was a completely different feeling. His heart skipped a few more beats. For once in his life, the redhead was actually speechless.
His eyes stung too. And his vision was a little blurry. Then he was just hugging Requiem, face pressed into his neck and arms wrapped around him tightly.
"I love you." He whispered hoarsely. "I always have. I love you very much." Lycander's hold tightened. "So much." He shuddered again.
"I won't leave you. I can't leave you. I...I'm..." Words failed him.
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 7:20 am
The idea of losing Lycander was completely foreign to Requiem Driscoll.
From the first moment he had met the redhead, to the time when he had found out he was his new roommate, to the time when Lycander had first encountered one of his attacks to their first "date," Lycander had always, always been there for him. Requiem should have realized that things were inevitable - that falling in love with him was the only natural reaction. It was a path that seemed simple to follow - ever since that first time that Lycander had taken his hand and given him his music.
Lycander had been the one to pull him out of the darkness.
Half reclining backwards, with the redhead on top of him, Requiem pressed his hands against the sides of Lycander's face, his thumbs stroking over his skin as though trying to memorize how it felt. Ordinarily this much physical contact was something that would make him feel vastly uncomfortable, and he would have been blushing like mad - and while his face was flushed and red, and his breathing quicker than usual, it was for an entirely different reason other than embarrassment.
He had almost lost Lycander - now was not the time to feel embarrassed.
"I love you."
The words seared through Requiem's veins, branded into his heart, and Requiem's vision was growing blurrier. He blinked rapidly, trying to dispel some of the wetness in his eyes and bit his lip again. He could feel Lycander's breath against his neck as he spoke, and it sent shivers up and down his spine. Lycander was a lot of things, including extravagant and overly dramatic - but this sort of seriousness, this sort of complete and total open honesty made Requiem flush even further.
He pulled back, his hands clenched in the front of Lycander's shirt, his eyes searching the other's.
"...I...love you," he whispered, and he did not want to let go. "I've loved you for so long, and I..."
He was already moving his head forward, wanting another kiss, desperate for the contact, for the knowledge that he was still alive, and that he was not going anywhere at all.
"I..." said Requiem, but his lips had already found Lycander's once more, and the words were lost, swept up entirely as he slid his arms around the redhead's neck, wrapping himself so close it was difficult to tell where one ended and the other began. And this time Requiem did not hesitate, parting his lips beneath Lycander's and letting the passion and adoration take him where he needed to go.
Though really, making out in the middle of the forest, out in the open where they were was not exactly a good idea. However, it was several moments before Requiem pulled away again, his breath hitching in his throat, and completely breathless as he trailed his hand down the side of Lycander's neck to rest against his chest.
"We should..." he mumbled, and couldn't help another small kiss, leaning in and tilting his head up to brush his lips over Lycander's. "We need to get you back to...camp. You're hurt."
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 11:12 am
For a long while now the redhead had known his own feelings, pushing them down to remain buried somewhere out of the open. He'd felt some sort of connection the first time he met the shy boy. And that day he'd turned to see who his new roommate was had made Lycander feel strange. In a good way. Like he'd almost completed a very difficult puzzle, only missing a couple more pieces. He'd liked Requiem for some time. Hid his attraction to guys to make things likes awkward.
But that night, when he'd found Requiem suffering from an episode? Lycander had been unable to deny there was more than just 'I like you very much' burning in him. And yet...he'd done the best he could to keep it toned down. To not frighten away the Majin.
He ached. His body felt feverish, his head was swimming, but his heart was soaring. Lycander shivered again, but some of the tension left his shoulders as Requiem stroked fingers along his face. Half lidded eyes regarded his boyfriend, weariness, love, and everything that the redhead was in his gaze. And he was giving all of that to the Majin that had stolen his heart. Talk about irony in that one!
Lycander didn't feel like moving, though he didn't seem to mind Requiem shifting him around or pulling his face up to meet his gaze. He met the golden eyes searching his, a faint smile appearing on his lips. It was the most he could muster at the moment.
"I...have too..." He replied softly. Watching. Waiting. Words were difficult to express. Lycander wanted to show Requiem how much he meant to him. How much he loved him. Then he felt to contact as Requiem's lips pressed against his. Lycander spared a few seconds to smile against his lips before Requiem was claiming his mouth in a passionate kiss he'd never initiated before. It made Lycander's head reel even more, and for this one moment, he let his guard drop and pressed himself against Requiem. Arms wrapping around his waist tightly. Just this once, Lycander took the kiss deeper yet never very rough. Not with Requiem. His gentle Majin.
Spots of color danced around his vision when they broke apart. The world tilted oddly as well. His breathing was ragged, a clear sign that he should concentrate on getting air back in his lungs instead of kissing with such love and adoration. The fact that all of this was taking place in the middle of the woods skimmed right over his head. He just...didn't care!
It felt so nice having hands run along his face and neck. A touch he had yearned for. It made him smile. "M-May...be..." Lycander said softly, voice still rougher and hoarser than usual. He stole a second small kiss, leaning heavily against Requiem. Then he sighed feeling the aches and pain return. "Pr-Probably...a good...idea." he admitted with obvious reluctance.
With some difficulty, Lycander moved into a sitting position, hand raising to hold his head. There was a tender spot just past his hairline that made him wince. Ah, so he had been struck. And bit, if he remembered right. There was also dull stinging in his upper arms, like something sharp had pierced his skin. Nails. He remembered a fierce hold on his arms. Groaning under his breath, he attempted to get to his feet. And failed miserably.
"This...is going to be...more difficult then I thought." Lycander managed a shaky laugh, panting. He could deal with the aches and pains, but not the spinning in his head. It made him feel disoriented whenever he tried to stand.
"Ugh..." He didn't hide the groan this time. "My head...!" Okay, now he really just wanted to go lay curled in his sleeping bag with his head buried in a pillow.
And Requiem beside me.
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 11:31 am
He almost didn't want to move. For the first time in his entire life, Requiem had been the one to initiate physical contact - and there had been a lot of it, more than he had ever had in his lifetime, all cascading into one place, one time, and with one person. It was a lot to take in, and his head was swimming, his mind completely a mess, filled entirely with thoughts of Lycander, Lycander, and more Lycander.
It was only now, as he lay there with his boyfriend half cradled in his arms, that Requiem realized his episode was over. The hunger was gone.
He had not needed the music. He had needed Lycander.
The very thought floored him, Requiem's head spinning. Dizzily his fingers clenched and unclenched his fingers on Lycander's shirtfront, trying to comprehend everything that had just happened, everything that was suddenly colliding into his head and screwing up his thoughts.
Lycander's voice, low and rough, his breathing ragged, did not help the situation. Requiem felt his face heat, a deep scarlet blossoming over his cheeks, and he pushed himself upwards after Lycander, leaning forward to look at him. Concern made his brows draw together, his fingers pushing up Lycander's sleeves to reveal sharp, purpelish bruises across the redhead's upper arms, small puncture marks and blood.
Nausea rolled in Requiem's stomach, as well as a small twinge of hunger, but he pushed it forcefully aside, and stood up, reaching to help Lycander up as well. He slipped his arm around his waist and put Lycander's arm over his shoulders.
"Just hold onto me," he said quietly, and started to walk.
It took them a decent amount of time and effort to get back to their camp. By the time they got there, Requiem was certain it was somewhere around one or two in the morning (though he had lost almost all sense of time), but instead of taking Lycander to the tent, he led him to one of the chairs and helped him into it. Then he moved forward, fiddling with the fire until he had gotten it going again - a bit weakly, but a fire nonetheless, and Requiem disappeared into the tent for a brief moment. When he returned he was holding a handful of things in his arms, all of which he took over to Lycander.
"...I thought...you could...teach me," he said, and held out the box of graham crackers, bag of chocolate chips, marshmallows, and skewers. His face was a bit pink as he added softly, "...and I think it would make us both feel a bit better."
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 12:15 pm
If he'd been able to have his way right then, Lycander would not have moved and just lay there with his head resting against Requiem. It was comforting and helped him relax quite a bit. He would not lie in saying he wasn't still shaken by what had happened. Or how the...witch eater, he now realized, had manipulated him as they had. He clenched his fingers against Requiem's back and tried not to think of that horrible draining feeling. The burn as he felt his magic and essence being stolen.
Requiem smelled nice. And his heart was beating as wildly as Lycander's head felt. For some reason, this amused him.
His gaze traveled down to where his boyfriend lifted up his sleeves. Lycander winced seeing the marks, having that confirmed in his mind now. The b*****d of a witch eater! He liked this shirt too. And now there were holes in the arms and blood staining it. And what looked like grime from the being that had pinned him against the ground. Lycander shuddered, feeling his stomach flip flop. He hated getting mud and grime on himself! It was disgusting.
It was like trying to get a plastered person off the floor. Lycander couldn't get his limbs to respond quite right, movements sluggish and forced. When he did have his feet mostly under him, he leaned heavily into Requiem's side, head falling against his shoulder.
"I'll try." He responded, taking one slow step at a time.
Everything time related blurred together in his hazy mind. To him, it seemed like he'd made one agonizingly slow blink and they just appeared back at their campsite. Aside from a few almost crashes, they'd made it back in relatively one piece. Lycander wanted to protest when they didn't head towards the tent, but sitting in the chair felt wonderful as his body just flopped into it. He closed his eyes, head leaning back against the chair, working to control his breathing and fight off the mild dizziness.
Wonder how long it will take for my power to regenerate...? He idley mused to himself. Which gave birth to a question he suddenly found important and full of curiosity.
But before he could frame the question, Requiem had not only gotten a small fire burning, but he was standing with an interesting load of items in his arms. Lycander blinked in surprise, staring at the box of graham crackers, bag of marshmallows, and chocolate. Even with how tired and utterly drained he felt, the smile that formed on his face was like its own little miniature sun. He even laughed softly.
Not giving his boyfriend a chance to move away into the other chair, Lycander leaned forward, hands grabbing at his hips (since his arms were full) and pulled Requiem onto his lap.
"I'd love to teach you." He murmured, gently taking the graham crackers and chocolate from him to set on the ground beside them. "And...I think...you're right...darling." Lycander was already feeling a little better just keeping contact with Requiem. Still drained, but he would recover.
"First step: skewer a marshmallow." His arms lightly encircled Requiem's waist as he spoke. "Second step: just...stick it out...over the fire. You'll know...when it's ready."
Lycander was quiet for a few minutes before his forehead rested against Requiem's back. The arms around his waist tightened a fraction as the redhead spoke softly. "Requiem...? How...how did you know?" He swallowed. "I...thank you." If Requiem hadn't shown up...Lycander was no fool. He'd almost died tonight. "Thank you...for saving me."
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 12:42 pm
He felt hands at his hips, and before the flush had even finished crossing his face, Requiem found himself sitting in Lycander's lap, the redhead's arms encircling him. For a moment he sat there stiffly, automatically tensing, but after a few moments, and a few quiet murmurs of Lycander's voice, and Requiem started to relax, leaning back against his boyfriend's chest. He followed his directions, carefully putting together the ingredients, and then shifted so that he could reach the fire, holding out his skewer hesitantly. The chocolate melted fast, and soon Requiem had pulled it back, holding it carefully in his hands as he extracted it from the plate and took a bite.
It was delicious. For a second Requiem forgot what had happened, and let himself relax into the scent and taste, but then he heard Lycander's voice, felt his head against his back and Requiem lowered the smore, his eyes downcast.
"...I woke up and you weren't there," he said quietly, and absently picked at his food, so quickly and easily forgotten. "It was...cold. And I..."
I didn't like not being near you.
Requiem had spent the past six months staying by Lycander's side. It was such a simple thing to be able to just walk on the same path as he did, follow along beside him. He had grown so used to Lycander's presence that when it was not there, his world did not seem to make sense.
And the thought frightened him.
His body had started to tremble a little, Requiem's fingers covered in melted chocolate and marshmallow. "I thought..." he whispered, and bit his lip again, his hair falling over his face to hide his expression. "I thought I had...lost you, and I just..."
I don't want to live without you.
I can't live without you.
"Seeing you on the ground like that," said Requiem softly, and lifted his hand pushing at his hair and leaving streaks of chocolate along his face. "I...I had never felt so...scared before. You weren't moving, you were just..."
His voice broke, but he reeled in his emotions, Requiem's hands closing into fists atop of his legs.
"I don't want to see anything happen to you. I just want you to stay here, with me, because I need you, and I know that's selfish, but I can't do this without you and I don't want you to go anywhere and I can't stand it when you're in pain - "
It seemed like once he started to talk he couldn't stop.
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 1:26 pm
A small sound that may have been a laugh again rose from behind Requiem. The redhead had felt him stiffen when he snagged him. But he didn't let go. And after a moment, he felt his boyfriend relax. Lycander watched Requiem attempt making s'mores with a hooded expression. He enjoyed being able to teach him things like this. Seeing him try something new and the surprised delight that would appear on his face. A fond smile appeared when he took that first bite.
I do very much love you. And want nothing more than to see you smile.
Lycander winced a little. His initial intention had been to just give Requiem the chance to relax. But apparently that wasn't quite what he achieved. And, well, after that...
I've always seemed to try so hard to make you happy. Do things that no one else ever has. I can't help it.
His hold tightened as the trembling started, pulling himself closer as he pressed his head against his back. Lycander felt his heart pounding and aching at the same time. I caused you pain as well. He hated seeing the Majin suffer. He got enough of that from the fools who were too blinded to see the real people behind the label.
I want to see you smile.
Lycander shuddered, leaning forward enough that he was basically embracing Requiem from behind. He turned his head enough to press his cheek against the other young man's back. "I'm...sorry...I shouldn't....I-" His soft words were stopped by the torrent of emotions that tumbled out of Requiem. Every word seemed to brand his heart, a flame beginning to flicker inside. One filled with joy, love, and adoration. He hugged his boyfriend tightly, ignoring anything that ached and protested the movements.
"I want to see you smile. And be happy. And I've fallen completely head over heels for you." Lycander murmured. "I love you. And shall be yours for as long as you want me. And I promise," he sat up enough to brush his lips against the back of Requiem's neck, speaking against his skin. "I won't leave you."
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 1:40 pm
He knew it was unfair of him to put so much pressure on Lycander. Everything he did weighed on him, everything he said was something else for him to think about. He had to watch every step, every move, every thought, to make sure that Lycander was safe and that he was not going to suddenly turn on him. The possibility was still there, still very real - too real - that one day the hunger could overtake him and he would break.
But he was not about to let that happen anytime soon. Not when he had just now managed to find the one thing in his life that made him happy.
Lycander, he thought, and closed his eyes as he felt his boyfriend's arms tighten around his waist, holding him close. He could feel the beating of the redhead's heart against his back, and it soothed him, made him remember what it was that he was living for.
I am not a Majin to him. The thought seeped slowly into his head, quiet and strong.
I am something else entirely.
Lycander's lips touched the back of his neck, his words breathed out against Requiem's skin, and he shivered involuntarily, his face flushing. For several moments he just sat there, wrapped up in Lycander's arms, the moon above them bright and glowing, casting silvery lights dancing over them as they sat there.
You, who have always been there for me.
What did I ever do to deserve you?
Slowly Requiem extracted himself from Lycander's arms and stood. Without a word said aloud, he took ahold of the redhead's hand and pulled him to his feet. Silently he pulled him forward, towards the tent, until he had slipped inside and pulled Lycander after him. It was large enough for the both of them to stand in it without really stooping, but it was dark, the last flickering embers of the fire reflecting off of the surface of the fabric.
Requiem reached up, touching Lycander's face. His fingers trailed down his cheek tenderly. Any words seemed inadequate, so he said nothing at all, instead just hoping his emotions were reflected in his eyes.
And his actions. He stepped closer to Lycander, so close they were almost touching, and Requiem tilted his head upwards, pulling his boyfriend's face down so that he could brush a quiet, gentle kiss over his lips. His movements were hesitant, shy, and he drew back, biting his own lip again - a habit he could not seem to break just yet.
But he was not scared. Not anymore. Though his body was trembling still, he was not frightened.
Requiem leaned against Lycander and let his hands rest against the redhead's chest as he kissed him once more, then again, hoping that the message he was trying to convey was very, very very clear.
I love you.
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 11:59 pm
His head was spinning again, though whether it was from what had occurred or having finally been able to say the words he'd wanted to tell Requiem for a long time now. He let his eyes drift close, taking comfort in Requiem's presence and warmth as well as hearing his breathing. And heartbeat. All of it was soothing to his frayed nerves and disheveled spirits.
He did not want to think about what had almost happened. What he could have lost.
It also never occurred to him to ask what exactly had happened to the witch eater that had attacked him. Lycander wasn't sure he really wanted to know the answer. Or just didn't care.
I need to work on my magic. The thought was hazy. Weary even.
In his current state, Lycander could have very easily seen himself drifting off while embracing his boyfriend. A shy and adorable Majin he might be, but Lycander trusted him unconditionally. He knew that he was typically a pillar of strength and sunshine to Requiem. But the Majin himself was something similar to Lycander. Requiem made him feel safe and satisfied with his life. He'd always felt that there was nothing he would have wished to change. They had each other. Lived in a place that was their own. Really, what more could the witch ask for?
To always make you smile and feel loved.
He felt the shift if muscles as Requiem started to pull away. The redhead wanted to protest, but didn't have it in him. His arms slid to his lap as Requiem stood, emerald eyes looking up into his golden ones. Lycander didn't fight being pulled to his feet, though he stumbled and leaned against the Majin for support, still feeling weak. They moved towards the tent and Lycander found that the last of his tension seemed to ease as they entered. Something about having the flimsy fabric of the tent 'walls' made him relax.
His gaze flickered down to the sleeping bags and pillows. Fingers against his face had him looking at Requiem, forgetting everything else. He felt his stomach do little flip flops at that gentle touch. But the emotions he could see in those golden eyes drew him in. Made him want to melt into a puddle of joy and glee. The corners of his lips turned up, similar emotions being reflected in his own gaze.
The quiet, gentle kiss was so sweet it made him just want to gather Requiem up in his arms and not let go. But since that required too much energy he lacked, Lycander settled for resting his hands lightly against his boyfriends hips.
A soft chuckle met the lip biting. Really, that was one thing Lycander couldn't seem to break Requiem of. A hand, slightly shaky - it was a wonder how he was managing to stand, though the word 'stubborn' was mingled in there somewhere - rose to brush against his lips.
Hands against his hips again, Lycander pulled Requiem closer, leaning into the kisses. Yet his touch, his grip, they were all gentle and never restricting or 'too much'. It was a hard habit to break now, letting himself completely go. But the meaning behind Requiem's actions were clear as day.
I love you too, darling.
He swayed a little, grip tightening. Okay, he needed to sit down or something. Preferably before he fell down. Moving carefully, Lycander let himself just sort of...flop down on the sleeping bags. But he didn't go alone. His hands held tight and pulled Requiem with him. Then his head just sort of fell into his boyfriend. Man, did his head pound right now. And Requiem smelled nice.
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 12:13 am
He felt somewhat like he was free-falling, collapsing into something that was just for him and him alone. What he felt for Lycander and what he felt for everyone else was as different as night and day - and not just for the romance aspect of it. Lycander had been the one person to never once be afraid of him.
He had walked into his life one day and had never left.
Lycander's hands were on his hips, drawing him nearer, and Requiem could not help the shiver that tingled up and down his spine. His face red, he stumbled closer, his fingers grasping at the front of his boyfriend's shirt, feeling Lycander's thumb brushing over the lower lip he kept biting. He took his hand and pressed it against the side of his face, nuzzling into Lycander's palm before they kissed again.
He was starting to get dizzy again, so when Lycander slowly moved down to the ground, Requiem followed easily, intending to sit beside him until he felt the redhead shift, slumping against him, his head against his shoulder.
I can't give you much.
Silently, Requiem gently pushed Lycander back until he was laying down, nestled within the sleeping bags and blankets and pillows. And then he slowly lowered himself down as well, resting half on top of his boyfriend with his hands and head on Lycander's chest.
"...Lycander," said Requiem softly, and inched closer, biting his lip again. He knew what he wanted, knew what every thought in his head was pushing him to do, but actually doing it was an entirely different story. His face was red and flushed, and he knew Lycander was injured, but Requiem did not move away just yet.
"...I..." he started to say, then stopped, hesitating.
It's now or never.
He sat up, away from Lycander, and for a moment, he just sat there in the darkness, the only light the dim, still-glowing embers of the fire a short distance away. His hands moved, fingers clenching briefly on the hem of his shirt.
I can't do much, but hopefully this will be enough.
Silently, without a single spoken word, Requiem lifted his arms and pulled off his shirt.
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