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 Posted: Sat May 12, 2018 1:56 pm
They said he needed to know how to defend himself. And to an extent, he agreed.
It was being here, in 'the Citadel', that he didn't actually know the location of, after being teleported there... a phenomena he still didn't fully understand or trust...
It was the dark stone walls, the weird, flameless light and the sense of eyes watching him from around corners, whispers and laughter so soft he wasn't even sure they were real or just in his head...
And it was the man across from him, who had brought him here, his form draped in a dark, tattered cloak that no one with eyes would call anything but 'Grim'...
Fafnir felt chills creeping down his spine, raising goosebumps along his bare arms. The dark circles under his eyes and the tight lines around his mouth betrayed his lack of composure, though he was doing his best to present the perfect face he always showed to the world. It was harder here. Harder with him, now, though doubly important to do. He still remembered the shock of the first time hand had sunk into his chest, the pain of it, and then the anger on that noble-featured face that twisted it into something... unrecognizable.
He wanted to say something, and his lips parted to do so... before closing again as he swallowed dryly. He wanted to get this over with all ready... so he could retreat somewhere, anywhere else, and submerge himself in his misery again.
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2018 9:58 am
When it came to Fafnir, it was difficult to stray from his agitation. It wasn't the man's fault that he'd turned out to be a senshi or that his commanding officer was still struggling to control the impulses that flared whenever a senshi was around.
There were few that he was capable of maintaining composure around and even now the corrupt might take note of the way his fingers kept flexing in and out of fists at his side or the tightness of his jaw as he looked around.
They stood in the room for some time without a word exchanged as something rattled in his chest and the cage in which his darker urges snarled and demanded to be let free. As always he was at war, a battle he was better at navigating as recovery continued but something he still struggled with. As time went on, Labyrinthite wondered if he would ever return to a place where he didn't.
Finally, with an audible exhale, he made sure to face his most recent addition to his pack.
"My weapon will stay in subspace, but I don't go easy during training and this is your only warning." His gaze was as sharp as his sneer. "Do you have any questions?"
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2018 4:35 pm
Fafnir flinched at the snapped words, and then hated himself for jumping. He pulled himself up to his full height and straightened his shoulders, despite the trepidation flooding him now.
This is your only warning.
"What do you want me to do?" He managed, his fingers tightening painfully around his wrist where his hands were clasped behind him. "I've never done... this before. Hand to hand combat."
Somehow, he didn't think it would really matter that Chase... Laybrinthite wasn't going to use his weapon. He was going to wreck Trey either way, he had no doubts about that. Wasn't that how it always went in training montages in movies? And books for that matter. He was convinced he was going to walk out of here sporting more bruises than he could count, at best.
Laby was watching him with a gaze sharp enough to cut and it was hard to stay upright and stiff, rather than quail back. He wouldn't have... corrupted him, recruited him, just to kill him, so at least he would walk out of here alive. Hopefully. If Laby wanted to keep him, he was going to have to draw the line somewhere, and put some measure of value on Fafnir's well being. He had to hold onto that.
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2018 2:16 pm
The sharpness of his gaze didn't waver and it was clear that something within the general was displeased with the flinching.
And yet, he did not blame his senshi for being easily startled. Things had not gone as planned when he had attempted to induct the man into his inner circle, the pack of wolves that he hand picked and cared for. It was not what he had wanted and he knew, reflecting back on it, he had handled things poorly.
He had lost a battle to the thing he tried to keep caged within.
"Be resourceful," was his first, raspy answer. "Show me what you think you are capable so we can either refine it or strip it from you." He took a single step forward. "Somewhere within you is an instinctive knowledge of magic that you possess. I want to see it."
The instructions seemed simple enough.
"If there is aggression or things that you wish to get out, now is the time." And Labyrinthite assumed there would be something within Fafnir that wanted to.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2018 11:04 am
Something flickered deep in Fafnir's eyes, a shifting of something that slept, or was caged, in the blue depths and quickly suppressed. There were plenty of things he found annoying or trying, things that upset him, and none of which held a candle to the vast ocean of loss and hurt he had been struggling to float above for a while now.
It wasn't Labyrinthite's fault Rowan was missing, but it was his fault he was here in the first place. It was Chase that had lied to him, and then forced corruption into him. Forced him to split his world into two, as though he didn't have enough on his plate already. Wanted to use him for some purpose, because what had happened certainly hadn't been for his benefit. Fafnir felt that shifting again, the hot resentment that flowed beneath the surface.
Did he dare actually give in to it? He was not keen on punishment, and Labyrinthite was his superior, according to how that organization worked. The How of it was a whole other matter. Magic? He had no idea how one went about that. Was there some kind of spell to cast? Did he need candles, a chalk circle, a sacrifice? It had to be simpler than that, or he wouldn't be asked to do it here, unprepared.
The senshi took a step back as his General moved forward, shifting to the side without taking eyes off him. Long hair brushed his ankles, something he wasn't used to yet, but managed to avoid tangling his feet in.
Things he wished to get out?
"I didn't ask for any of this." He stated, stalling as he tried to feel around inside of himself for whatever this magic was. Maybe it just took focus? He had nothing to go by. "I don't appreciate being... lied to."
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2018 12:01 pm
Parts of Fafnir resembled a caged animal to him: the way he moved, the way he never stopped watching, waiting for the inevitable attack, the hunch of his shoulders.
Labyrinthite could not blame him, though the taste left behind by the observation was a sour one in his mouth. Things had gone poorly and the care and offering that Chase had once done, before he'd left and returned, for the others that he'd brought into the folds.
Trey deserved better, for all the work he'd done, but he wasn't about to apologize.
"When you decided that you needed my attention and approval, you did," he responded, voice gravelly. "I didn't lie," he replied, firm in that belief. "But I could have prepared you better."
There were too many things that he could have, that he should have done differently and hadn't but he wasn't going to dwell on the past longer than he had to. "We learn and move forward, the things I've done cannot be rescinded. Adapt."
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2018 11:03 am
His resentment flared hot again, a burning little knot in the center of his chest.
Should have prepared you better, but oh well, adapt? He thought. It wasn't like any of this was something you could just... shrug and roll with. There was worlds and lives at stake, his particularly. Maybe other people could do it, but all he could think of was all the ways this could go south for him, in a very bad way.
"Wanting to make an alliance with someone who has connections and resources is not explicit consent to being... violated." He shot back. In some ways, Laybrinthite was right. They couldn't go back or change what had happened, and while he seemed to be making an effort, Fafnir didn't feel like any of it was enough yet. Maybe it was petty and childish, but the amount of effort was no where near proportional to the injury.
They were supposed to be training, but he knew nothing about combat of any sort. He hadn't taken any self defense or martial arts training in his past, the best he could probably manage was some punching and maybe kicking that would likely be ineffective and inefficient. Laby wanted him to be resourceful. A quick glance was enough to tell him there wasn't anything in range for a make shift weapon, and unlike the general, he hadn't come with one. The magic was still a big question mark... he still didn't know how to cast it, or whatever. He wasn't apparently going to be shown what to do first, so he was going to have to just... figure something out, Fafnir guessed.
The wheels in his mind turned, maybe longer than they should have, but finally he rocked forward, hoping to surprise with his sudden movement. Would Labyrinthite be expecting him to move first?
He took long strides and drew back a fist to throw at his general's face... but feinted instead, side stepping smoothly to throw his other fist at his side. Straight on wasn't going to be an option, he was pretty sure. Distraction seemed his best course of action.
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2018 11:55 am
Pride was something that Labyrinthite had in spades and admitting to his follies, especially to a subordinate, was difficult. Fafnir could think that he wasn't trying enough all the wanted, but the general was making efforts while grappling with the more carnal instincts that liked to bubble up within him whenever he was around those like the newest addition to his team.
"You picked me," he asserted, the desire to snap threatening to overwhelm him. His teeth grit against each other and his jaw ticked, something in the gold of his eyes darkening. "I picked you. It got messy, it didn't go the way it was supposed to." His tone became sharper with every word. "I can't explain everything. What's done is done and I'm trying--"
He cut himself off, the hands at his sides twitching like he was going to summon his weapon into it, but then they closed into a fist and his eyes brightened like he'd resisted something terrible.
It didn't matter. Fafnir-- Trey would stay angry with him. They would have to start over, rebuild, remake-- if it was even possible.
Now more than ever, Labyrinthite had to rely on the others within his Pack to make up for where he was lacking if there was something to be salvaged.
At least the senshi was coming at him.
He waited and watched, the fist coming towards his face in which he leaned back, one hand raising to catch it before he was feigning and the blow redirected towards his side. His foot shifted back and he moved so that knuckles brushed instead of a full fist.
Labyrinthite reached for the wrist and leaned forward, intending to put his mouth by the senshi's ear. "You're angry with me, that's fine. I deserve it, but show me how you can make it productive."whimsical blue i was wondering why you wouldn't tag back and then realized i messed up your u/n sad
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2018 11:51 am
Laby moved fluidly, easily... side stepping his attempt at a punch. Steely fingers closed around his wrist and Fafnir instinctively jerked back, off balance with it as he put his weight against the hold. The general was too close... body almost touching his at more than the wrist and it sent goosebumps up Fafnir's bare arms, like a tingle of awareness and electricity. Being this close was more than close enough for a strike, and he knew it, even as untrained as he was. Alarms rang in the back of his skull, a warning he was ill-equipped to respond to.
Labyrinthite was egging him on with his words, but Fafnir struggled to come up with a response for it. The words so close had him hyper focused on the space between them and his mind scrambled, casting wildly about. Lacking any other way to deal with it, he drew his free arm back and threw another punch, this time at the face far too close to his own. It was neat or clean, and it wasn't balanced by any means. Punching across your chest, crossing the other arm, didn't even strike him as an effective way to go about things and it was more like a reflex than anything... but if it worked, he wasn't going to complain.
"I don't know what you want from me." He grunted with the effort of it, his jaw clenching.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2018 10:38 am
Fafnir's movements had left him off balance and Labyrinthite reached out his other hand, grabbing a hold of the man's waist to steady him instinctively. A hiss bubbled up his throat and between clenched teeth as his eyes narrowed and he used his grip to drag the senshi closer to him.
An intrusive thought pushed forward to the forefront of his thoughts. It would be so easy to tear his throat out. Or slide his hand up and wrap his fingers around the starseed and yank it from his chest.
Options, there were so many options and Labyrinthite had to force himself to keep from acting upon any of the potentials that flit across his mind.
Luckily, for Fafnir, the general was caught up in his thoughts that the punch was a surprise, catching him by the cheek and across the nose. It didn't hurt so much was it annoyed Labyrinthite, but it might have given the corrupt what he wanted.
The general's grip on his wrist vanished and so did the one on his hip.
Labyrinthite's thumb slid across the reddening jaw, something hot and dark in his gaze when he looked up with sharp eyes. "I want you to bend," he snapped, suddenly stalking forward and reaching to grab the man by his face with his gloved hand, thumb pressing against his jaw.
"You're mine," he snarled, before his teeth were moving to press against the flesh of his neck.
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2019 3:10 pm
He knew he danced with danger here. He'd known it since the holiday party, and for the most part, he kept a wary distance. At least until he couldn't any more and suddenly he was pressed up against his general, forgetting for costly moments that he wasn't strong enough to protect himself and he couldn't rely on anyone else to save him when he went too far.
He never went to far. Not until now. Not until he was pushed and prodded and ground down till there was little of his old self left.
His skin burned from the contact, but his punch, wonder of wonders, got him released. Fafnir felt a fleeting moment of giddy relief as he whirled away, dragging hair and cloth in a way he wasn't used to yet, to try to fall into a defensive stance again... But a slick, cold feeling settled into his stomach as he watched Labyrinthite thumb his jaw. He wanted me to fight back. He can't be mad at me for THAT. was all he had time to think, desperately, wildly. He couldn't fight back if he couldn't hit his superior...
Fafnir jerked upright and stumbled back as Laby came for him, throwing his arms up to block his reach and feeling like he'd run them into a steel bar. One that closed around his jaw and jerked him to a halt. His fingers closed around his general's wrist, but there was a tremble to the grip as the words slid down his spine like icicles.
Bend.
Mine.
Hot air slid across his neck, raising goosebumps that echoed down his arms and chest before pain erupted and he let out a whimper that was embarrassingly meek. Labyrinthite had bitten him. Face pressed into the hollow of his throat. Hand gripping his head to hold him in place. His heart was beating so fast, electricity running down his veins... He hated it, hated him, and hated how it felt to be helpless, to be claimed like he had no say in the matter... Hated not having a ******** choice.
Fafnir shoved at Laby with a hiss, his forearm braced into his chest while the other hand tugged at the one holding his face.
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2019 10:14 am
There was something churning in his belly and Labyrinthite couldn't place what the feeling was. It wasn't quite a tide of emotion, everything like that was too muted to ever truly rise to the surface without Hvergelmir, Alkaid, or Iris to draw them out of him like he was still nineteen and fresh faced. Whatever it was, was something else entirely, coaxing darkness to overtake rings of gold when he pressed further still against the struggling Fafnir.
The grips burned against his skin, exposed flesh reddening from the senshi's efforts.
Everything had spiraled, soured between them in a way that Labyrinthite had not wanted, but those warring wants within him-- the urges to take and tear and demand -- kept him from thinking as clearly as he wanted.
He kept his scars covered, the damage he'd incurred hidden away from prying eyes and yet-- like this, he couldn't hide.
The high collar was a hindrance and Fafnir gained way he wanted, a jaw free of a grip because fingers were too busy trying to tear the collar free.
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2019 9:58 am
His chin came free of the cruel grip, but he knew it wasn't because he actually managed to do anything. Rather, he felt the grip on his neck piece and the painful strain of the leather as Laby pulled at it, the backing of the pin in the front snapping. It left red marks in the side of his neck and he stumbled as he jerked backwards, almost tripping over his own feet.
Labyrinthite was going to bite him again. He knew it, as though he could feel the teeth again. Desperate, he buried his fist in the black and pink hair, trying to tug his General's head back enough to avoid it.
It wasn't an elegant way to fight, this wrestling and scuffling about... It didn't feel like training any more, and more like fighting off a wild animal. It felt more like that night at the manor... like something had come loose. He knew it was his fault too, which just made it worse. He'd provoked Labyrinthite, though part of him protested he hadn't done anything... Was just existing enough to send him off the deep end? What was he supposed to do?
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2019 7:12 pm
His breathing was labored, whiskey-eyes unfocused when he suddenly stopped. His fingers pressed against the naked skin that was no exposed by the lack of a collar but for a moment Labyrinthite did nothing.
Then he blinked and he pulled back, the brush of his thumb against Fafnir's jaw more tender than expected compared to the harsh, sharpness of all of his other actions.
Teeth flashed, a hiss escaping from between them when the senshi yanked at his hair but he seemed mostly rigid.
The general pressed forward, intent on crowding Fafnir until he had nowhere else to retreat to. If he tried to slip out, Labyrinthite would grab for him. When he was closer, his head dipped, breath hot against flesh.
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2019 5:01 pm
Something changed, though he wasn't sure what. The expected pain didn't come, but neither was he released. The tugging he'd done on his general's hair didn't have much effect, as he had suspected, unless somehow the action had broken through whatever had gripped him before.
Tense himself, Fafnir retreated as Labyrinthite advanced, until his back hit the wall of the training room and he couldn't go any further. He didn't push back this time, though the hand not gripping hair was gripping shirt. He worried struggling, like a mouse caught in a cat's jaws, would only make thing worse. He still didn't know what he was supposed to do, but the nerves and the nearness had his skin buzzing with sensation.
Laby's head dipped and he lifted his chin, breathing roughly, his brows drawn together. He could feel the rush of air on his bare skin and he shuddered, his thoughts skittering about in confusion that paralyzed him. His pulse felt palpable, pounding in his throat and his temples.
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