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 Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2016 4:13 pm
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"I mention you and it's all over for both of us. Don't worry, no one will no of this meeting." Zindel stated matter-o-factly, eyes glancing at the door a little nervously. Just being there was a bit scary. Hopefully Chiara didn't have some sort of a tracking thing on him.
At his words on casual affairs, the redblood chuckled. "Yeah, alright." Zindel commented, seeming fairly relaxed. The other was too serious, that was for sure, but maybe within time he could loosen him up. His eyebrow raised at how direct with his pale feelings he'd been. "Aha. That's sweet." It was nice. He was following his emotions, and... Zindel's teeth ground against eachother. He needed to calm down. "Thanks. Took a lot of work to get a part." Zindel murmured, observing his reaction toward the Odette mention-- Surprise? Was he shocked at what she'd turned to? Zindel couldn't possibly know. Maybe the rebellion life wasn't for her anymore. But that was Zindel's job to find out.
Hands cradling his own, Zindel stared at the small hands on his own and the teary eyed expression he wore. He looked so hopeless, so... Pitiful. His insides churned. This guy... Looked so sad, but was so devoted. Meanwhile, his own feelings of moirallegiance hadn't been strong enough to follow Etsali. He didn't deserve her. He clenched his jaw, feeling a strong pang of anger and bitterness at how strong his devotion to his cause was. Zindel never had that, and he never would. He was always looking out for himself and only himself.
A burning desire to do something wrong curled deep in him.
He stared into Stryke's eyes, innocent smile playing on his face as his other hand slid to the others jaw, thumb tracing it lightly. He seemed so... Easy. Zindel held the others face in his hand, seeming pensive before his face neared. His lips pressed against the yellowbloods lightly, a softness pressing against his lips as his insides churned and boiled malevolently. He pulled away, smirk on his face as his eyes crinkled giddily, hidden feelings of bitterness playing inside of him. "No need to thank me." He whispered, straightening up some before looking at the door. "I'll guide you half the way there." He murmured, gaze looking at the door before looking directly at him. "Alright?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2016 10:27 pm
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Stryke seemed to agree with the other about this being a private matter between them. As it stood it was dangerous waters. Stryke noted the other glancing at the door a few times, he needed to get going. It wasn't safe here. Least of all he didn't want Zindel to suffer for their interaction. Looking at the redblood with a sort of quizzical look the yellowblood psionic felt his brows furrow into a tight line. "i'm still not sure that's what it is now, but i believe so." He didn't explain further, the revelation was one he'd have to explore closer at another time.
Noting the other's teeth clench Stryke wondered if he'd said something offensive. "hm..i can imagine, she's quiet the rising star these days." He was careful to keep the conversation neutral, information was a valuable thing..something he had to be careful with in general no matter how trivial.
Whatever Stryke might have said further was silenced by the feeling of a hand on his face. Time seemed to slow, narrowed down to a strange moment in which his pump biscuit thudded far to loudly. Why was he looking at him like that? His thumb traced the scar on his cheek as he smiled. Zindel's hand even lingered on his skin. The feeling sent a chill down his spine. A faint yellow glow flickered around the smaller troll. Stryke was not entirely certain why, although the effect was obvious. Silence proceeded as he stared at him, in disbelief as he moved in. He felt his lips kiss his then. Firm, yet somehow soft and delicate. Shocked, Stryke stood there momentarily dumbfounded as his lips met the other's in return.
Realizing himself, Stryke's hands planted on the redblood's chest and gave the other a light shove. The space between them had left him slightly breathless, the feel of his lips still lingered.
"w..what wasss that for exactly?!" He whispered in a hushed tone as he touched his hand over his mouth looking to him, grey eyes wide. The twinkle in Zindel's eyes was met by a small noise of irritation from his being surprised. Stryke lowered his hand and cleared his throat. Tightly tying his scarf around his neck the yellowblood moved towards the door, waiting for the taller troll having shuffled quickly to avoid letting him see him blushing.
The shock of the kiss left Stryke confused. Was something like this supposed to be so fluster worthy? Stryke's chin sunk into his scarf as he waited for him, pocketing the beetle pouch. He really had been a fool for pulling the stunt to begin with..who knew it would end them up in a place only they knew about, together. "alright. yesss. let's..go then?" For what it was worth, it wasn't unpleasant. wait. That made him nervous to consider. Zindel Tagino. Was he truly sincere or was Stryke the fool in this? Looking between the door and the troll in question, Stryke could only wonder as he allowed the other to be his guide out of the city in the meantime.
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