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 Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2022 6:31 am
“Wanna place a bet? If he beheads you, eehhh, but if he doesn’t, I’ll give you a night you’ll never forget,” he said with a playful n** at Eion’s jaw.
But he could tell that he was getting upset, and they didn’t have a lot of time left with the glamour…
“I’m not going to abandon you, if that’s what you think. Just because the glamour doesn’t last doesn’t mean I won’t go with you to Negaspace. I mean, I guess if you really want to get rid of me, you’d go into the Rift. But that’s only because I’d follow you and probably get eaten in the process,” he shrugged.
“You’re not alone, even if you push me and everyone else away. And I’m going to say it again, because apparently someone got it into your head--” But he would just have to find out who later, and maybe go harass them, or put a really horrible entry in the database.
“You’re not a soldier. Sorry to shatter your delusions. You’re not a weapon. You’re a powerful Negaverse General and you could literally smite anyone you wanted. Please don’t, unless it’s in a sexy way. So don’t thank me until you can say it back. That you’re not a soldier and you’re not a weapon. You are here on your own merit -- maybe with the help of others, sure, but you’re here because of you.”
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2022 4:26 pm
Eion chuckled, leaned away from Ren's hair as it tried to sweep his face with his n**. He would've tried without any carrots or sticks, but with Ren's proposal, he almost wanted to walk into Jet's office. The beheading part would suck, but he would just have to dodge. It's a large weapon he wielded; surely there would be a tell?
Eion drew a long breath and let it out through his nose. Normally, no one followed him to Negaspace afterward. Once his three hours concluded, that was that — back to work. Separate ways and all. And that had its perks, little compartmentalized sessions that wouldn't chase away the other person's whole day, but it had its interruptions, too. Having to leave in the middle of a movie and shed his glamour, or vanish off and leave the aftercare for another day.
The thought was endearing — Taenite following him back to the office, interrupting his work, making a little nuisance of himself. Just the right amount of irritating without being stressful. The right kind of distracting.
"Won't let you get eaten like that," he shot back with half a smirk left.
A powerful Negaverse General, who wasn't alone. Parts of that were easier to swallow than others. But, he had enough scars and discouraging memories to argue parts of that. Scars that Ren had seen, too — the ripple of remembered lightning down his back, the pale entry and exit lines in his lower ribs that matched the one in his left hand — but he still said it like that. And Ren was an ambitious b*****d that talked a salty game about their Sovereigns, so there had to be something to that. He just had to find it for himself.
For being an Information General of years, he'd missed what others saw so easily.
So he took another breath, looked at Ren, and said, "Okay."
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