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 Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2017 1:26 pm
'His name's Ashanite. He's stupidly handsome. You'll know him when you see him.'
Long hair, deep blue? Check.
Whole chest exposed? Check.
Pure sex appeal?
Alya was about to find out.
He hadn't meant to power up over here--he had been very respectful of Elvira's suggestion not to patrol alone. But this was different. He hadn't been patrolling, exactly.
...He'd just been ditching the guy who was stalking him on his way home.
He'd turned a corner, powered up in the shadows, and run off as Alya.
...Right into a General in the theater district.
Alya had seen what the Negaverse could do--and after Cavansite, he wasn't really interested in getting into a fight. Not when he had a photo shoot tomorrow; he could not afford to get all busted up.
Talking, though. He was pretty good at talking.
He whistled appreciatively, intent on getting the man's attention. He waved the General over, giving him the option of ignoring him. If he wanted.
Alya had made sure the hem of his pants was dipped just a bit lower, exposing a delicately angled hip bone. He knew the angles of his body and had poised himself appropriately for the best view. Just for good measure.
"Hey," he called, kicking up the charm. He sauntered a few steps closer and continued, "Hearsay is, there's a man called Ashanite in the Negaverse, and I'm supposed to recognize him based on his stunning blue hair, his perfectly sculpted, exposed chest, and his pure sex appeal. I'm guessing..."
His eyes trailed from Ashanite's head to his toes and back up again.
"That's you."
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2017 10:32 pm
Ashanite regarded the Senshi who had whistled at him, a broad smile slowly spreading itself across his face. Well. There were worse reasons to be recognized, he supposed - part of him had expected Whisler to start telling everyone he could about Ashanite's deception.
"That would, in fact, be me," he acknowledged, giving a sweeping and very dramatic bow. "Unfortunately, I can't say I'm as well-informed, which is clearly a travesty. I would love to know your name."
There was no reason not to flirt, after all. Might as well have a little fun in the middle of what had otherwise been a patrol full of staring longingly at the bright lights and...wishing.
He knew, inasmuch as he could know anything without actually remembering, that theater had been among the things he gave up when he made the choice to join the Negaverse. Perhaps he would be able to have it back someday; he doubted that day was coming any time soon.
Ah well. He had other things to concern himself with.
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2017 1:16 pm
Alya flashed a smile, pleased with the confirmation. He didn't like to be wrong, and there was a smug satisfaction broiling in the pit of his stomach. He liked the bow, even if it was a bit dramatic.
"Most people want a little more than just a name."
There didn't seem to be any threat, for now, so Alya finished crossing the distance between the two of them; he offered a hand to shake. "I would share that much with you, at least. My name is Alya."
"I've heard rumors about you. I'm interested to know which ones are true. Do you mind if I pry a bit? I confess," he smiled as sweetly as he could manage, "I don't know all that much about the Negaverse. I'm still incredibly new to this. But among the rumors passed around, I heard that if I wanted to be impressed, I should start with you. Are you the face of the Negaverse? You should be, you have such a good look. I'll bet you've got people falling for you--and the Negaverse--all over the place, don't you?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2017 11:18 pm
Ashanite raised his eyebrows, and his grin became distinctly amused. At least no one was dancing around anything, here.
"There will be plenty of time for everything else, I'm sure," he said, letting his eyes very blatantly sweep up and down Alya's form as he took the Senshi's hand. Handsome, and blatantly flattering - Ashanite liked both those things very much.
And admittedly new, and curious. Both of those made him appealing as a target. Perhaps he could be talked into making the...correct choice.
"Pry away," he said, as welcoming as he could manage. "There's no official face of the Negaverse, though I suppose I would look good on the propaganda posters." He gave a broad wink. "Though I'm glad I've already got a reputation - I certainly do try to make a good sell of the Negaverse."
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2017 11:44 pm
“Oh, no,” Alya said, feigning a gasp. “Propaganda is such a dirty word. I wouldn’t think to affiliate you with something so distasteful. But it does beg the question.”
His voice trailed off for a second and he made no effort to hide the fact that now that he was close to Ashanite, he was admiring the man’s exposed flesh.
“If you’re as good as you say, you must be quite the salesman.”
With no shame or care for personal space, he placed a long finger on Ashanite’s chest, just below his collar bone. He slowly trailed his finger down, only a few inches, and stopped just before he’d reached the male’s abdomen. He didn’t break contact though once his finger stopped moving, his eyes flicked back up to meet the General’s.
He leaned in closer and lowered his voice, ever so slightly. “I’m always interested to see what someone’s pitching. Why don’t you give me a sample?”
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2017 8:26 pm
Ashanite laughed, just a little. Certainly, propaganda wasn't a pleasant word, but...well. He would accept the flatter rather than arguing semantics. It was the best thing to do.
"I do try," he said, voice dropping to match Alya's blatantly seductive timbre. It was easy to flirt back when he was given so much encouragement, so much contact. Or, well - a single finger's worth of contact, but a single finger laden with promise.
"If you really want the pitch," Ashanite said, "let em give you my favorite offer. The Negaverse will offer you certainty, Alya. In a way Order never can. And," he winked, blatantly lascivious, "there can be numerous side benefits to the sort of...close camaraderie the Negaverse tends to promote."
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2017 8:52 pm
Alya kept the coy smile plastered on his face and met Ashanite’s gaze intently. He made no effort to pull away; instead, he began to trace small shapes on Ashanite’s bare chest. “Is that so?” he asked slowly. His inflection was deliberate; he drew out each syllable and his lips moved to caress each word lovingly as they spilled from his mouth.
“Let me be blunt, though.”
He drew closer to Ashanite, unafraid and unabashed to press into his personal circle. His hand was flat on Ashanite’s chest, carefully resting over his heart. “A lot of people want me. I get ‘close camaraderie’ without much trouble. But, I’m sure you could tell.”
He looked good, and he knew it. He’d spent his whole life with his aesthetics being the only thing people noticed, and he’d made his career out of it. Everything he did, he did to look good. He worked hard to keep up appearances, so of course he was going to flaunt it if he thought he could get somewhere with it.
“You can’t really tell me that’s your favorite offer, though. Do I look like a man looking for certainty? I mean,” he grinned again, showing off a smile that was worth what it cost. “I’m certain of a lot of things. For example, I’m certain that there are at least four other things I can imagine doing with you that involve using your mouth for better things than trying to win me over with those words. I wanted to be blown away, Ashanite. I’m not quite there, yet. So, let’s try again.”
A part of him probably knew that it wasn’t very clever to stay so close to a General, but Alya was not well known for his caution.
“What could you give me, and why should I want it?”
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Posted: Wed Apr 19, 2017 9:50 pm
Alya was, in many ways, very lucky. Ashanite wasn't exactly unused to people in his personal space - under the right circumstances (and these were absolutely the right circumstances) he even enjoyed it. It was much more fun to let Alya flirt, to let him get as close as he wanted.
Besides, confidence was deeply attractive, and Alya had that in spades. It was always nice to deal with someone else who knew exactly how attractive he was.
"No, you don't seem like a man who enjoys certainty," Ashanite acknowledged. "If you were, you wouldn't have approached a General, unarmed, unprotected - but you did, and her you are. A risk-taker, and a confident one, I think." All certainly obvious enough, if one decided to look. And Ashanite looked. It was impossible to find what threads to pull, what strings to tug, if one didn't look for them.
"The Negaverse can give you plenty of space to take risks in - but that isn't what you want to hear." His hand came up to rest under Alya's chin, amusement dancing in his expression. "As you said, there are many other things I could be doing with my mouth to show you some of what I can offer." His eyes moved to Alya's lips, pointedly. "Unless you'd like to hear me describe my....talents."
Some people didn't respond well to this particular game - but enough did, and it was, in a word fun.
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Posted: Wed Apr 19, 2017 10:30 pm
Alya smiled, admittedly pleased with the assessment. He followed Ashanite’s eyes and made an effort to purse his lips. He didn’t shy away from the attention or the touch; instead, it seemed like he thrived with it. He rested his chin against Ashanite’s hand. “Oh, I think I could spend a lot of time with you, General,” he purred. “But there’s no way your time isn’t already divided.”
His eyes were searching, looking for answers to questions he hadn’t asked, but some questions just didn’t have words.
“I’m high maintenance. I require a lot of attention. But, to be fair, I give that much, too. So tell me, honestly.”
His lips curled into a practiced grin; he parted them just slightly and bit his lower lip as if mulling something over.
“You’ve got a big fan base already, don’t you? How many people are already throwing themselves at you, begging for attention? The competition has to be rough, right? And, hypothetically speaking,” though, with the smile he was wearing it didn’t seem so hypothetical, “What would someone have to do to win you over?”
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Posted: Wed Apr 19, 2017 10:57 pm
Ashanite raised his eyebrows. "Oh, you'd be surprised at how good I am at managing my time," he said lightly. He hadn't realized, really, how far his reputation had spread - far enough, apparently, that people knew he casually took multiple lovers.
Well, at least that staved off awkward explaining.
"It would be rude of me to kiss and tell," he said, thumb stroking over Alya's cheek almost idly, "but fewer than you might think." Fewer, he supposed than his reputation apparently suggested. "Though I suppose that depends on what you mean by win over. If you want me in your metaphorical bed, you really only need ask." A slightly teasing smile spread across his face. "I would assume that isn't what you mean, however, and anything else is a bit more complicated, and it would be no fun if I removed all the mystery from it."
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Posted: Wed Apr 19, 2017 11:21 pm
Alya smiled still and cocked his head to the side so Ashanite had a better angle. “You misunderstand. Well. Not entirely.”
He assumed Ashanite could understand the implication.
But he was still pressing for information; he wasn’t going to go jumping into just anyone’s bed. Metaphorical, or not.
“I don’t like people playing with my feelings. I like to know, very specifically, what I get involved in. Don’t get me wrong. I enjoy a good time. In fact, I’m always looking for a good time. And you, my sweet General, are a good time. But I’ve heard darker things, about the Negaverse. That it takes a part of your soul from you, that it consumes you. Specifically, I’ve heard,” he brushed his fingers over the man’s chest again, favoring the skin over his heart.
“That you lose the ability to love.”
His eyes drifted downward, moving from Ashanite’s face to where his hand hovered.
“I am new, and ignorant. I don’t know what the truth is, about many things. Can you still love, General?” He tapped his index finger thoughtfully. “Have you loved, heart drenched in all that Chaotic glory? Or does she take that from you, your dark Mistress?”
He did not seem so bothered by the thought; a faraway look had crossed his eyes and he seemed deeper in thought. “Though, I suppose it would not be so terrible. Love is such a bitter thing, I think. A pretty fairy tale. Only fools believe in it.” He sighed wistfully. “But I must know, regardless. What do you do with the ones that fall for you, and do you ever fall for them?”
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Posted: Wed Apr 19, 2017 11:43 pm
Ashanite almost laughed. Was that what Order was saying these days? It wasn't hard to believe; he'd certainly seen Order Senshi who were willing to believe any awful thing at all of Chaos, and of its powers. But ti would be rude to laugh off what was clearly an earnestly meant question, so he kept his amusement limited to a headshake he didn't even bother to suppress.
"Then I'll be honest with you in my way - I'm certainly not looking for a miracle romance," he said, "but that doesn't mean I'm incapable."
He thought of Tantalus - of a kiss that hurt. He thought of Umber, and hated himself a little. And he thought of Whisler, and hated himself rather a lot. Every single one a terrible decision, because apparently his type was impossibility.
Whisler hurt the most. Whisler should have been his, but he'd chosen Order instead, and Ashanite would never go back.
There was no need to expose such a blatant weak spot to Alya, though. For all Ashanite knew, this Senshi was much cleverer than he let on; he was looking, perhaps, for an easy in. For something to exploit. Ashanite would not give him the opportunity.
"Chaos takes very little, as I understand. It certainly doesn't render you incapable of feeling. Perhaps it would like to; perhaps our Queen would rather see us soldiers with no room for softer things in our hearts. It would make all sorts of things easier." He shrugged his shoulders. "As it stands...there are people I care for, very deeply." Victoria sprung to mind immediately. "There are people I've cared for before. But love? Love is rarely a part of these things."
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Posted: Thu Apr 20, 2017 12:12 am
Alya hummed thoughtfully at his answer; his eyes kept a faraway expression for a few seconds longer and then he slipped back into his coy little mask. The smile returned and he deliberately batted his eyes. “A part of that is very sad, I think. That love should be a rare thing. But I think, perhaps, I am among the fools.”
With a pained sigh he withdrew, as if to be deprived of contact was painful.
“I appreciate your tolerance of my questions. I have so, so many more. But I’m afraid if I dawdle for too long, I risk making a fool of myself and—well.”
He patted Ashanite’s chest before he seemed to reluctantly withdrew his hand. “I don’t know how I could live with the humiliation.”
Still, he smiled at the man. “Whatever side you’re on, I hope you find love. If you’re the sort of sap that cares for that sort of thing, at least.” He laughed and, out of habit, he reached for his braid. He began fiddling with it as if he were trying to smooth out some unseen flaw. His eyes met Ashanite’s again. “Are you?” he prompted suddenly, as if struck with a thought. “Looking for love, I mean. Or is it just a game you play? All your pretty words and sweet touches?”
He did not seem offended; his smile had sweetened and he seemed a bit less like he was trying to saturate lust into every word and gesture. It was easier to think, in some ways, that things could be as simple as basic attraction. Biological was so much better than emotional.
Biological, he understood.
Emotional, not so much.
He liked to take risks, but there were some even he was reluctant to indulge in.
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Posted: Thu Apr 20, 2017 10:23 pm
Ashanite shrugged his shoulders, a perfectly playful smile on his face. "Sad, perhaps, but certainly easier." At least this way he didn't constantly expose himself to having his heart ripped apart.
"I hope this won't be our last time meeting - perhaps you can ask more questions at a later date," he said. He'd enjoy running into Alya again, if only because there was really no need for any pretense. There was fun in just flirting, even if he didn't quite enjoy being asked so directly about love.
What a silly ideal that was, anyway.
And here it was, an even more direct question about it. He frowned, briefly, guise slipping, before smoothing his face back to casual amusement.
"Well. I'm not actively looking," he said, "but that doesn't mean it's all just a game. I can enjoy someone's company very much without being head over heels for them." It seemed so simple, to him - though he supposed it wasn't always.
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Posted: Thu Apr 20, 2017 11:22 pm
Alya kept a careful smile on his face; it was practiced and well worn but it looked like he was used to wearing it. “All right. I suppose that’s a good of an answer as any. I have to say, your secrets are as handsome as you are. Still, I find honesty positively endearing. I don’t know if there’s anything more attractive than an honest man. But.”
He examined Ashanite’s face once more—or maybe he was just enjoying the sight one last time before he left.
“I’d like to pick your brain again, certainly. I’m all for one night stands, but I like the intimacy of a second date. Maybe we’ll find a way to loosen those lips of yours a little more, next time.” He winked and flipped his braid over his shoulder. “I had fun tonight, General. You’ve given me a lot to think about.”
He watched him out of the corner of his eye, for just a second, before he turned away. “You stay out of trouble, at least until we meet again.”
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