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 Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2019 7:31 am
It was quiet, the night winding down. Buzzed and warm they had settled in his room. Nubi, tired, slept on his bed. On the small space on the floor, blankets, pillows, a few pieces of fur and one fur jacket was spread about. Vitriol had gained more comforts since last Mali had come over.
There was still the faint vanilla almond smell lingering in the room and the slight smell of his own fur.
Drunk but tired, he wasn't yet ready to surrender to sleep. Instead, he seemed unable to fully rest.
"I want to tell you something." He whispered. Something he had meant to talk about much earlier but somehow kept missing the right approach to say it.
"I wasn't always like this. I have another name."
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2019 10:47 am
Landry sat on the floor, head against a bundle of fur after their night has finally wound down. To his surprise, his tolerance for all this nonsense was far higher than expected. Never in a million years would he have guessed that he would have outlasted Lori.. Then again, maybe it was because he hadn't indulged as much as his sister had.
Either way, it was nice, being like this. Cozy and nearby the two people he cared for most in this world, minus his sweet darling kitten who was still safe at home..
That was it. That's how he knew he could be content, by simply knowing that they were all safe and healthy and together. He couldn't want for more than that.
"Hmm..?" When the whisper cut through the silence, he sat up, giving a small yawn as he straightened his clothes and glasses... "Mm... That much I knew... You had said something about your general giving you that name, Vitriol. And out of irritation towards him, and a desire to become closer to you, I gave you Vivre."
Landry moved between the furs, finding a place at Vivre's side and naturally slipping his hand into the halfling's paws. "Did you want to tell me what the name is now?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2019 11:53 am
He nodded, pausing as he thought how to start.
"I entered the Negaverse a very long time ago. Back when I was a teenager in school. Before we had a Queen. Before everyone we have now. Many of those people are gone or dead."
"My name was - is Wolframite. Was General Wolframite. This is the third time I've been a lieutenant." He considered what a strange thing that was. How it was rare to get that many chances to prove yourself.
"I went against orders a very long time ago. For something no one even remembers now. It's a long story you probably don't want to hear. But I and the people I dragged into my hatred were stopped before I succeeded. I was branded a traitor and demoted."
"We got to talking, wondered if more punishments would come, wondered about the Negaverse we used to know...
...so my fiance and I purified."
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2019 11:58 am
While he certainly couldn't say he knew the name, or the story that came forth, alot of it made sense.
With how uncomfortable Vivre was when he talked about purification, and how against it he was, it felt like it was the only conclusion he could make.
There was no point in saying that thought outloud.
"Why did you come back then? You don't act like you didn't have a choice."
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2019 12:21 pm
"I'm a soldier, Mali. I spent years dedicating myself to the Negaverse. It was filling, gave me purpose, and I loved the family it became to me. When I left, it didn't leave me." He whispered, not wanting to wake Nubi up.
"And we were different. Bismuthite and I. I lost my memories of being a civilian. He forgot everything about being an officer. It made it hard to pick up where we left off. In life. In our relationship. He wanted to live peacefully. And I couldn't. I was still angry and I wanted revenge. I wanted to succeed where I failed before. I wanted to fight like I had been trained to for all those years. I craved it."
"And now I could do it out of the Negaverse's reach to punish Bismuthite if I failed again. Everything else around me wasn't working anyways. I knew I wasn't for for it. For normality. I was restless. Bitter. Alone. I left everyone I knew, didn't know myself, and didn't know the man I married. And I was the reason he lost those memories and for how things were."
"And I went and took my revenge. Killed till I got close to it. But nothing satisfied it. I had used up everything I had to get there and lost too much."
"And worse yet, I lost my only other eye. I was half blind before. I lost the other. Now I couldn't even fight anymore. And that meant I had no purpose. I wanted to die and absolve myself of everything I'd done."
"And then Faustite offered me a chance to make my plea to the Queen. Either to return or death. I didn't care. She knew me. I was an old soldier after all. She let me come back but I wanted security in the knowledge of a gesture of loyalty. I also wanted to see if I could get my vision back sooner than waiting. So I asked her to youmafy me."
He stared back at him. "I'm Wolfamite. Corrupted by General King Charonite. Past member of Team Enterprise under General Linarite. One of the first witnesses of the opening of the Rift. Prisoner of the Blood Moon Court. Traitor for the acts against the Dark Mirror Court. Once Knight Gevaudan of Ganymeade. Renamed Vitriol. Your friend Vive." He said as he stared back.
"And I'm going to be a General King and hand to the Queen as a promise to her." He added, eyes aglow as he stared back at Mali.
"This is why I can't talk about traitorous things with you. It is why I hate purification. It is why I know what I know - and what I want you to know."
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2019 12:50 pm
'Mali's brain was surprisingly fuzzy. He listened as intently as he could, but the story... It agitated him. None of it made sense to him. Yes, the whole 'leaving for love, for freedom thing' was just that, a thing, but not wanting to make it better on your own? Giving up? Refusing to realize that love could be rekindled and... Sacrificing all of that for some ******** space ghost.
It made him angrier as the story continued on, and he left Vivre's hand go to fold it in his lap.
He found it difficult to piece together what he wanted to say without it coming off as incredibly rude. But did it matter? He was still high, and drunk, and slowly becoming tired.
"I've got three things to say." He finally spoke up, holding up three fingers. "The first... That sucks. I can't say more than that but... You've been through alot, and it sucks. Second, what does it even matter? You're you as you are now. All this... tragic past stuff made you who you are, and that's that. I don't see a reason to hide it. What, are you ashamed? Ashamed of falling off a horse and then instead of figuring out how to ride it properly, you come skittering back to bumper cars instead? Nah, you made your choice, so you got to live with it. No one forced you do do anything. Three... Hmm... I dunno... I don't hate what happened or you for doing bad things or... whatever you categorize your actions as being. It happened, it's the past, you can only go forward, unless there's some bullshit mumbo magical Jumbo that can turn back time, but it doesn't really matter now, does it?You don't want that, you got your goals so.. Yer good."
Landry pulled his knees to his chest, that irritation melting away quickly to leave him feeling something alot more fragile feeling. "And four.. I guess that means we're not gonna be friends anymore, doesn't it? I don't have those goals you have... I'll never EVER be loyal to the Negaverse, because ******** those guys, they took my life away from me. And you.... You're aiming to be the top dog around here... I'll never be useful to you how I am now..."
It was soft at first, the way his voice began to crack, and how that composure he was so well known for having slipped away. The small attempt he made to muffle the sniffles and the uneven breathing against his knees didn't work in the least, and tears began to stain his glasses. "... I'm not gonna be able to be your friend... I really love you, Vivre, I do... I like the Negaverse because I got to meet you but hate it because you'll never like me as much as I like you... You're gonna have to kill me one day, and... And that... That just..."
He couldn't bring himself to continue as a soft sob left his lips, knees pressing against his forehead as a deep despair he hadn't felt in years.
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2019 1:05 pm
He stared back at his empty palm and watched as Mali curled into himself. A ball of a human being as tightly wound up as a bundle of rubber bands all stretched too tightly. Rising up on the flat of his hands, he moved over to set them on either side of the other and leaned down until his weight was leaning down against him, his face pressed into Mali's chair to speak into his ear.
"I can be your friend and your dog too. Just because I do a job doesn't mean I'll kill you. You are mine. As long as you are here, I'll be here. You may not be my master but if you call, I will come. I can love that about you, can't I? That I can have at least some of you time and affection. Even as you go and find someone else. Someone who better do good else I wouldn't hesitate ripping out his throat to keep them away. I'll be strong to protect you. I don't need you to be me. I don't want you to be me. To be with the Queen. To be a General. It's like you said. You are you and I like you."
He took the tips of his claws to brush the hair from Mali's face.
"You upset me when you pull your hand away. I thought you said you weren't leaving me." He said as he nuzzled against his ear to speak.
"......Mali.....don't cry please." He reached to move some of the furs around the man and then started to pet him as he leaned halfway stop him. Then, moving his face back in, came a set tongue against Mali's cheek.
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2019 1:33 pm
He could never say it out loud, but 'Mali craved physical contact. The way Vivre came to him, had him open up immediately, like a moon flower greeting the moonlight it wanted after burning so long in the sun. Just as those arms came about him, he reached up to pull his friend as close to him as he could.
And he whimpered, a soft, pitiful sound that stuck in his throat even as he was comforted and assured. "I don't want to upset you... Yes, I am me, and you like me, but it's never gonna be enough, cuz one day, what if stupid space queen goes "Kill all those who doubt me"? If you're her hand, that means it's me, that means you'll listen to her, not me, so I'm going to die. I don't care if I die, but I care if it's you... I love you..."
Another sob left his lips, only somewhat hushed but the feel of a tongue against his cheek. It caught him by surprise, and he blinked away some of the tears as he realized he was being swaddled. The warmth was so hard to not melt into, and he managed to somehow steady his panic just a little from it.
"I'm not gonna leave you... I hate that you say you have a master, that you just... treat yourself like an animal... You're not just a dog to me, you're Vivre, someone I could love forever... I will stop crying if you stop treating yourself that way... Aren't you a man, just like me?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2019 1:53 pm
"You're too literal, Mali. We are all dogs to something. We all have our leashes. Our pulls and tugs that lead us. Mine just has a name. You need to know I am not just a man too. Don't ignore the youma in me and I won't ignore the man. How can I when it keeps me up overthinking and being frustrated around you You understand? Man is a beast too." He said, lapsing into more poetic and darker thoughts that felt as natural and I biting as the woods or the first a out him.
Mali was easily submissive at times. Painfully so as he had turned to his, curled into his own grip, and exposed his stomach to him.
A clawed hand moved into the folds of fabric to skid under his shirt to feel the warm, soft skin of someone else. "If she orders me to kill all who oppose her then I'll be too busy with everyone else to go after you." He said as he licked his cheek again, closer to his lips, and tasted the salt of his tears.
"And there are plenty of ways to kill a man." He whispered low, licking the corner of his lips as his hand moved up his chest. "Slow and drawn out for days on end."
Among the first and fabrics he could smell the other and he wanted to out how scent on him. "I could even eat you bite by bite " and he nipped the man's lip playfully.
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2019 3:03 pm
"I don't think I could ignore it. You're too fuzzy." Even as Vivre moved him to lie on his back, Mali reached up to slowly pet his arms, enamored by their softness and warmth. The hand that touched him, the tongue that licked him again were distracting. The reason why he had been so upset grew hazier in his mind.
"You won't kill me... But you won't help me, either..." A shiver ran through him, goosebumps left behind wherever those claws touched. And again, he whimpered, squirming in a weak attempt to move away. "... Eating me is... It's still killing me... Why would you do that...?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2019 4:15 pm
He closed his eyes and smiled. "Helping you would mean you'd leave me. I'd rather keep you and be selfish." He admitted as he continued to pay Mali's stomach and chest.
He giggled in the haze as Mali whinned.."Noooooo. It's like nibblin. Or biting. Like not actually. I was being kinky." He teased.
"I'd never eat you for real unless you wanted it."
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2019 4:38 pm
"Keep me... Vivre, you're confusing me." 'Mali couldn't stop squirming, and he braced himself a little, grasping at the furs under him. Absently, he thought of how they felt.. How none of them felt as wonderful as Vivre's did.
"Does that mean you want me...? Not just for sex but for more? Do you love me too?" Somewhere between the n** and the continued stroking of his belly his tears had stopped, replaced with a half-closed, foggy gaze.
He felt good. Vivre was making him feel good...
"Will you date me then...?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2019 5:06 pm
He stared back, licking his lips from the lingering salt residue of Mali's tears. He'd slipped into a mood, one that often but him while in his bedroom, and being warm with liquor, spa day, the edible, and the lifted weight of admitting his last to Mali, he felt in a overly good mood. His tail wagged between his jeans as he continued to lay on the other officer.
"I wanna do lots with you. I think about if often." He went to chew on his ear but stopped when the word date came up
Grumbling, he pulled enough to rest his chin on Mali's chest and frowned, looking at at him. He still idly stroked his chest in more of a distracted way now. "Why can't we just have fun? I won't be any good at anything else."
"...it makes me nervous."
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2019 5:13 pm
"It makes me really happy that you think of me like that." The desire to touch Vivre was strong, and he caves, letting his hands stroke down the man's back, down to his tail and giving that a nice rub near it's base.
"I told you... It'd be my first... I want to feel loved when it happens. I want to be able to wake up the next morning in your arms and not think that tomorrow someone else will have you... If you can be selfish and want all of me, can't I want the same..." He twisted a little, sitting up just enough to press his lips to Vivre's cheek. "I'm not Lori, I can't just have fun, I waited too long for that...."
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2019 5:33 pm
There was a audibles breath as Mali touched the base of his tail a d it made it all the harder not to simply disregard everything Mali had wanted to just act on what he desired most.
He knew though that it would be wrong. Faustite could have him. Had had him. There was no intention on going steady with anyone.
"I know.....you deserve all the nice things. I want you to have that."
He nodded and set his head on the side against his neck.
"I can't even get a little taste." He mumbled, dissapointed with events and Mali's ability at self control.
The hand under the shirt started moving down to Mali's hip and, testing the boundaries, his inner thigh. "...just a little bit."
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