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 Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2021 5:03 am
Wedded bliss. It was Eion's turn to snort. Funny that he had dreamed of getting married, once.
Eion stepped over him, scooped up the throw on his way away from his distraction. He wrapped the blanket about himself, eager to entrap all that borrowed body heat, and busied himself with the bottle opener again. It was easier if he didn't look at Waru, if he didn't spike his own heart rate. Eion cracked one open and handed it to his subordinate-to-be while he spoke.
"Senshi's adjacent rank to General. 'Eternal'," he repeated, using air quotes with the opener in hand. "You want a good time with me, you make it there." He laid the device on the table.
Strange thing to leverage, in retrospect. Curse on himself that he couldn't just have this boy, but it made sense that he couldn't. Relationships were for people — even if they only meant hours spent between bodies. His body — this body — was on loan. A short gift so he could understand what endeared people to their lives. What endeared Waru to his life, spent inside of a cracker box, broken tile and all.
He enjoyed a tantalizing good time from this squat bit of nothing, but he had to be a General.
"Meet me at my office tomorrow. Test your combat, your magic. Get you set up with some training."
Frozen there, he was caught between a heady want to stay, to spend more of his hours with this boy, break in his couch, learn the shape of his tongue in motion. There wouldn't be much time to enjoy him if Waru kept on this path, he knew; this one would get himself killed by foe or youma, leave Faustite looking like an awful choice of General, give Axinite more reasons to be done with Faustite's capricious anger and finish his march to youmafication for him. Waru deserved training. Faustite didn't deserve these bouts of fun.
Ah. There's the guilt, crawling like a skin between his skins.
"Your place looks habitable." He shirked the throw, left its rumpled form on the couch by Waru's head. "Leave you to it." He knew how to see himself to the door.
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2021 7:21 am
Waru took the offered drink and set himself too it, needed the cool bitter liquid to quiet whatever fires lingered in his form. Something to busy his mouth with so he didn't run it off a cliff - and subsequently tackle Eion to his godamned floor and nail him there.
The beer tasted good, and he sighed past the crisp apple tang while his eyes roved Eion - tracked him and the errant throw blanket he curled over his shoulders - Waru was tempted to tell him to take the thing home, wherever that was for him.
"You're a godamned masochist Eion...I swear.." not that Waru thought he was any better, all things considered. The words muttered humorously against the lip of the bottle before he finished it off. Took note of what his flametongued General was saying and swallowed the refreshing amber liquid down, let it buzz and warm his blood where Eion couldn't.
Faustites office - tomorrow - training. Fine. He'd be there with bells on, and a box of high calorie something or others. Would do well to endear himself into Faustites good graces because he could only imagine what training with the man would looklike. Behind the inside of his eyelids; it was a hellish scene to conceptualize.
Actual real a** training....
"I'll be there boss man. You get home safe!" jovially Waru lifted the drained glass in Eions direction, a mock salute and send off. Glad his home had been up to snuff. Normally he'd have gotten up to see his guests out, because he wasn't an absolute heathen. Instead he stayed and sat - he'd get the doors n' locks 'and subsequent latches afterwards. In that moment he knew if he got up he wasn't letting him go - and he had to let him go - so he stayed sat, slid the dropped throw over his own shoulders, and let it pillow there so he could share the fleeting bit of warmth from Eions form. Whatever lingering smell and heat that clung to the bit of soft textured blanket would be for him - as taunting as a scarf thrown down before a Knight - a veritable gauntlet that screamed at Waru to go win himself a prize.
Except Eion was no fair maiden in waiting. He was a ******** dragon - demanding flamegod that laid out riddles and challenges like traps. Who's forked tongue was scalpel sharp and intelligence a supernova.
"I'm such a ******** masochist..." the smile for that, a blade on his face; bright and hungry to cut into tomorrow.
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