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 Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2025 6:23 pm
All good reasons not to move away, but none that would have mattered had the current Negaverse (and past husband) proved grossly unworthy of Eles. Playful fingers began counting the buttons down that jacket. “Oh, have I mentioned how much stronger we are like this? And durable. The pain threshold is a lot more comfortable, too, I’ve found.” Otherwise he’d still be curled up on the ground after Albite’s attack, the active magic having already faded but the body takes so much longer, the mind takes so much longer to accept that it’s okay.
It was such a vicious and effective attack. He wondered how often Albite used it, and if he enjoyed its use. If some of that joy he’d shown in those last moments were for the simple act of it, beyond whatever resentment and fear he’d developed toward…Mark. Remembering the Mark situation had Hybris wanting to laugh like he was going mad.
So better to wait until they were out of the abyss of a dimension that had already set his fiance on edge.
“I just want to have fun with this handsome Captain…whatever stone you happen to pick.” He’d let the Faustite matter drop off the side of the world, or at least until Eles’s brain dug up more memories and likely in the cruelest ways possible.
“We can go out and drain energy together, we can share that too, now.” And remembering where they were, he pulled out a couple mirror shards and let the wraiths within float out to collect some during their wait. “You know how much I love getting to share with you.”
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Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2025 6:23 pm
"Be nice if we could see enough to have fun," Eles groused before he patted himself down for wherever he'd stashed his phone. Belatedly, he realized that he hadn't put it anywhere; it was still in his hand when he overheard their altercation and feared for it. Some instinct caught hold of him, and he'd trusted it — move, pull the knife, slash. Did he drop his phone back at the Farnsworth, then?
But, stranger than that, where the ******** did the knife go? He felt no holster on himself, and bending down, nothing stuck out of his boots, either. Something that strangely crooked had to sit in some kind of a belt loop or a magnetic fastening, he thought, but his uniform felt bereft of both its weight and form.
He couldn't have dropped both of them. He couldn't be that irresponsible. But, if it was his fault that he'd lost all of his memories, then —
"Right, draining energy." Just like that boy from so long ago had done to him. Where he'd tugged away some errant string of his person and started unraveling him, then pulled that thread taut and dropped him immediately afterward. There were no wraiths like Hybris used. He did but didn't understand it.
By all counts, Hybris was sweet about all of this. But Eles couldn't shirk feeling lost — not necessarily out of his depth, he didn't think, but unmoored. Unsure how to proceed.
Whatever this new development was, whether he'd be taking Faustite's name or not, he was once again at a loss for what to do.
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Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2025 6:24 pm
Abruptly, they were all spat back out into reality, which happened to a bathroom stall of one of Hybris's various stomping grounds. Though there was no music or muted voices thumping through the walls, and the bathroom smelled strongly of cleaner. Under the flickering neon, Hybris looked like absolute s**t. But of the two, he was clearly the more satisfied with the night’s venture.
“You look good,” he reached up to finger the little chains at the other boy’s chest with a leisurely gesture, even as their knees pressed close in the narrow stall. “How does it feel?”
Outside the bathroom, the sound of a vacuum started.
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Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2025 6:25 pm
Finally, something familiar. A shitty bathroom in a shitty establishment where people went to do shitty things to each other. When his adrenaline let up, a weariness seeped into him, threatening a nap by the time they got home.
Suddenly, all those problems and concerns seemed very far away. And Hybris, his boy covered in blood and stage and invitation, was very very close. No matter how cramped their quarters, it was easy for Eles to kiss the boy. To taste deeply the copper and tang and syrupy berry. The question would wait. "You taste awful," said with a smile against those lips. He tasted like aftermath. Like he still possessed his starseed.
He didn't need much room to lean against the boy, thigh pressed between thin legs and only a few layers of magically-induced clothing to keep them apart. He trailed a few kisses along that perfect jawline while he peeled gloves off behind his own back.
That vacuum would cover the rest.
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