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 Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2020 10:57 am
He’d revisited the hospital, slipping in as he had done before and appreciating more than ever the weariness in the eyes of the staff. Empathizing with that weariness in a new way, and appreciating more that it seemed to be an accepted part of their life in order to help others. What he hadn’t been able to do, was make himself enter the room. He’d made it to the door, peered in to see Sterling … at least partly restored. He hadn’t been able to face the damage he could very well have done. He wanted desperately to rush in and tell them everything, but he was so afraid. Afraid of the last words he had heard from Serling… even when Sterling hadn’t known that it was him… he wasn’t strong enough. So …like most of his life, he’d run. Proving that he deserved everything that had been thrown at him. Maybe… if he purified, he’d forget all of this, maybe he could learn something new as a blank slate. Maybe he didn’t even deserve that chance. He’d powered up then, and started out to try and find his way back to people he had met who HAD purified, hell, he’d even take a chance and ask the mad fellow with the hammer. He owed that at least to Cavansite. He was glad she was searching too… he thought of the both of them, she deserved this more. She hadn’t brought this on herself catastrophically as he had. Learning the identity of someone he loved, and hurt repeatedly. He took to the rooftops, clamoring up a fire escape and pausing on the roof with a vague hope that the elevation might help him find one of those awful ‘feelings’ that order gave. At the very least, it was likely that he would attract as much attention as he sought out.
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2020 2:14 pm
It didn’t take long for someone to find him. Gelria had been alerted to the presence of the captain and had moved closer, eager to
take care of the issue. When he caught sight of the Captain which kept escaping his grasp, and who had allowed another flea to
escape too, he felt a smile growing on his face. “Ah.”
Gelria’s voice rang through the night, sounding utterly amused and rather delighted. “What a joy. I get to see you again,
maggot! I do hope that you’re ready to die tonight.
He leapt from the building he was on and walked up behind Parisite, hands sliding around his throat, squeezing just a little. A
greeting, but clearly a threat. “Did you miss me? I have some lovely scars thanks to you. Don’t try that trick again, do you
hear me?”
The Captain’s skin felt nice under his hands, warm and rather soft. For a wild moment, Gelria half wanted to move his hands down
from his neck. To snake them down and feel if other parts of his skin were so soft.
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2020 2:45 pm
He froze, the hands wrapping around his neck with a warning squeeze made the tension run through his shoulders for a moment, before it felt like the sand just ran out of him. ‘You could… maybe stop trying to kill Lieutenants, that's a bit like kicking kittens.” “At least I didn’t give you scars like mine… might have wrecked your pretty face.” He added feeling marginally pithy for as tired as he was. “I’ve kind of got work to do… so unless you’re the one who’s been wrecking my personal life, I have things to do… Just don’t do your little ******** snapping s**t man… That’s a cheap shot.” He summoned his knives, turning them in his hand and twisting to glance behind him, heedless of the squeezing hands and the discomfort he brought on himself.
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2020 6:15 pm
...He thought that Gelria was pretty? The thought made a sudden rush of giddiness flow through him and he almost laughed.
“He shouldn’t have become part of your little cult, then, if he didn’t want to die. I almost killed him again, you know...I was so close. He’ll be taken care of one of these days, mark my words.” Gelria’s voice was soft, a whisper right by Parisite’s ear, and he let one of his hands leave the Captain’s neck, letting it snake down the front of his uniform. His fingers toyed with the necklace around the male’s neck, roaming over the strange pendant.
“What kind of work do you have to do? Put the knives away, won’t you? You want to keep me pretty, right?”
His lips caressed Parisite’s ear with those words, it might have been an accident but.
There was no way to know. “I’ll give you good memories before you die.”
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2020 7:01 pm
“He didn’t choose- to join this.” Parisite curled his lip. “The ******** who’s neck you broke - which apparently did at least KILL him, recruited the kid to be fodder for your murder spree. Kill him and you’re doing what a Nega-b*****d wanted.” He shuddered under the touch, it wasn’t what he’d expected- it was oddly... personal? “I can keep you real pretty if I stab you low.” He added and taped the side of his own leg with the flat of the blade. “Since when do you offer nice memories? What if I want my nice memories to be helping one of your lot? I doubt you’ll believe me for that though... being that I’m Garbage- and...” he sighed, shoulders sagging further. “Deserve... it.” He snorted slightly, and then flipped one of his knives, offering it hilt first. “How come none of you guys get weapons? Wouldn’t this be a ******** lot faster? Or do you just get handsy cause you like that better?”
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2020 7:39 pm
The information made Gelria pause for a moment, confused, just a little confused. “So. That b*****d tainted that guy just so he would maybe live? I’m glad I killed him then.” There was a slight thrill with Parisite’s words, a slight danger that made his blood absolutely sing. He liked this guy, and it would be almost a shame when he was dead. No more games...he’d have to find a new object. A new mouse to batt around.
Regardless, the lieutenant would have to die. No matter if he wanted this or not.
His thumb drew a slow circle on the Captain’s chest and he paused, looking down at the knife and feeling the way his shoulders sagged.
This...was oddly self deprecating. Not what he was hoping for at all. “What, you want me to mark you up? Are you going to let me use these fancy knives of yours? Will I get to make you bleed?” Gelria didn’t reach for it, though his lips once again caressed the male’s ear, teeth grazing the lobe for a moment. “...What are you asking for?”
It almost seemed as though he were asking for death.
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2020 8:04 pm
He huffed, unsettled by the sensation of teeth grazing his ear, fingers circling his chest, dangerously close to old marks that he at least doubted would raise questions in this uniform. The teeth on the ear was a dangerously sensitive move though, almost… Flirtatious… “Well… you or the ******** who’s found his way into my damn hotel room is going to ******** kill me, so I might as well rob him of the satisfaction hmm? I already hurt someone I care about, and since you yourself said I’m not capable of love, I guess I came as close as I could.” “And… ******** man, do I look like it matters if you mark me up? I look like I played in the ‘abandoned razor factory’ as a kid… and that’s just the face. I am being ******** over by another officer I’m pretty sure, I hurt my… ********. Look, do what you’re gonna do or let me go find someone who can help me find this…Cosmos lady that apparently has answers. Cause unless you have somehow killed the ******** leaving ‘kill yourself or I kill everyone you know’ letters in my s**t, then …. I just…can’t. I am too ******** tired man. s**t… I’ll trade you, I’ll put the knife away you tell the damn KID to go find Cosmos, tell him I told him to go to her, get him out of this s**t the not dead way.”
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2020 8:34 pm
Gelria listened and his brows knit, confusion plain on his face. That...was a lot. “...So you’re saying, you’d rather have me kill you than let one of your own? He’s telling you to kill yourself?” For a moment, the smug superiority that was always present in Gelria’s voice had faded and he just sounded...confused. Unhappy.
It wasn’t something that he could wrap his mind around.
“That’s not how your cult is supposed to act. How’d you hurt someone you care about? What happened?”
The senshi thought for a moment and sat down on the rooftop, pulling Parisite with him, easily knocking the knife from his hands and watching as it spun away from them both. “Now. Tell me your tale of woe, and I’ll decide if I’m going to kill you today or not. I might be swayed to let you have your revenge on your stalker before I strangle you, what do you say to that? My trash panda.” The last words were almost a purr, and Gelria’s hand continued to play with the necklace on the male, fingers dipping to stroke his chest every few moments.
The hand that had still been on his neck was now crooked around the Captain’s middle, holding him in his lap.
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2020 8:59 pm
“It’s not a cult! I was literally recruited because my boss liked the smell of my take away!” He protested, though he didn’t doubt for a moment that leftovers just earned some rank in ‘negaverse cult’ status somehow. Which was about as far as his protestations got before his dagger was flicked away, skittering out of reach across the roof too and, that wasn’t even the strangest of it. “Hey! What are you even... did you just... call me a raccoon? your raccoon?” - and he was.... still playing with his necklace, and... his chest.... “Are you.... drunk? This is... this is... should I be asking if you’re okay?” Tell him his tale of... woe?! Really?! “Jesus...” he swore and took a breath. “I... ripped out a starseed, from a knight, and then my... then this person I care about was in a coma, so I went to see him and the star seed reacted so I ... put it back. But I’ve been on the run for... reasons and the ******** stalking me somehow knows where I am and he’s left notes that my... apparently knight friend and HIS friend will die if I go near them or if I don’t... die... “ he took a shaking breath. “And like... hung a rope in a hotel closet, drained MY energy a few times... laugh - the irony is NOT lost on me. ... and drove a knife into the bed...” he tugged at his collar to show the bandage still on his neck if it remained, or the ‘X’ if it vanished with his civilian clothes. “So I’ve freaked out everyone who knows me, who’d all be better off if you succeeds the first time you grabbed me because NONE of them would have been hurt by.... me or the b*****d behind this. Because whomever it is also threw my other ... friend, off a ******** roof and he’s lucky he survived! But my knight friend thinks it was me because whomever actually did it went around using my ‘name’” It came out in a tripping mess of words. The irony of telling the strangle happy b*****d who wanted him dead, about someone else who wanted him dead - was not lost on him. The vague... flirtations were confusing as hell though. Maybe he was actually.... being strangled and this was all in his head.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2020 8:05 am
Gelria listened with mounting confusion, and no little bit of horror. The arm around Parisite’s waist tightened just a little and he scoffed, turning to look at the wound on his neck, his eyes appraising it dispassionately. “Interesting...so it seems like whoever is chasing you down is someone that really needs their neck snapped.”
He bent his head and kissed the X, pleased that it was uncovered. Open to his attentions.
Quickly, so quickly that it may have been imagined, Gelria swiped his tongue over the wound and sighed, his eyes half closing. “You are mine to kill, you know. And I won’t do it now. Not when there’s someone out there who is also in your cult that will get joy out of it. That isn’t something I look for. Don’t you dare die, not unless it’s with my hands around your pretty neck, do you hear me?”
He began pressing kisses over the male’s neck, and after a moment, pressed his lips firmly against Parisite’s.
“You belong to me. Nobody else. The moment you ran from me, you became mine, little trash panda…”
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2020 11:26 am
Parisite -froze. Breath caught hard in his throat, a sort of panicked lost confusion grappling with the moment. The recent attack from Qingcheng… no from.. Sterling where he remembered… And here…now… mingling for a terrible moment where he couldn’t breathe. And when he finally could move - well… “JESUS man! Do you want to kill me or kiss me?!” he knew the man was stronger, but that didn’t stop him from covering the man’s mouth with his hand in an effort to stop the strange and he thought, unsolicited ‘affections’. He wanted to protest that he had a boyfriend, but for all he knew, by the end of this, he wouldn’t even if he made it through. How the hell did you forgive someone who ripped out your star-seed. “And not making any promises! For all that I know, crazy stalker mother ******** is a General Sovereign who got their fingers in my life somehow.” It still didn’t make sense. He’d left so much so far behind, could it really have chased him this far, and become part of the Negaverse too? But also… Jesus… had he LICKED his neck? Was cannibalism something that senshi did? or was this just one weird kinky son of a b***h?? Too many thoughts, so much confusion. “If I remember right, I’m the one who marked YOU not the other way around.” It was a stupid thing to say… but ********… the b*****d would probably kill him before he could purify anyhow. Had it been anyone else he might have pressed to see if they knew who this ‘Cosmos’ was, it didn’t seem like one of the ‘cosmos knights’ - it had been said like it was ‘her name’.
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2020 12:59 pm
Gelria watched him for a moment, and then broke into a slow, dangerous smile. “So you did. I suppose that means that I am yours as much as you are mine.” He pressed a kiss to the hand over his lips, looking ever so pleased at that. “Tell me about this b*****d who’s after you? I’ll see if I can’t find him.”
He buried his head against Parisite’s neck right against the wound and sighed softly, eyes half lidded. “I bet we’ll be the death of each other. You and I. How terribly fantastic. You’ve been such a fun plaything, you know? But. Don’t be so upset, okay? You’re not as fun when you’re like this.”
Idly, the senshi tugged on his necklace and pouted slightly. “I like this. It’s very unique.”
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2020 1:17 pm
He thought he might never relax after this encounter. “Dude, I can’t smell nice...” was the only thing he could think of to say, his fingers curled into his palm, shaking slightly - wanting to disengage but he should probably not fight cinnamon-feathers right now. “I ... know he’s an officer and know he called himself Parisite just to get to people I know.” His face said he knew that wasn’t helpful, if Gelria was looking at anything but the necklace. “I don’t know what he even looks like. I just know what he’s done. He tossed my doctor.... friend off the roof of the hospital, he burned my friends house down too.” “Uh... thanks? I... think it just goes with the... uniform.” He said hesitating. “And uh... I’ll work on the fatalistic pessimism?”
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2020 3:49 pm
Gelria scoffed, pleased that he could feel the agent shaking. Pleased that he had caused such a reaction. Causing reactions was fun, after all. “Mm. See that you do.” He was quiet, thoughtful for a moment and sighed, his hand caressing the male’s chest once more before he pulled away, standing and stretching so that his back cracked.
“I’ll kill you when next we meet. So long as this b*****d is out of the way. Don’t think that it’ll be better if you end your own life, you’ll just be pissing me off and making him happy, and honestly? That’s a terrible combination.” Reaching down, Gelria ran his fingers through the male’s hair and brushed his lips over his ear again.
“Be good, my trash panda. Don’t let this a** win, okay? You’re mine.” Drawing away again, the senshi moved to where the knife had landed, and just to make a point, kicked it off of the edge of the building. “Be good.” He said again, the words clearly a threat.
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2020 4:09 pm
“Greaaaat, looking forward to it.” He quipped. God, he really did have the worst sort of Karma, it must be everything he’d ever done catching up to him at once. “Seriously though if this is how you flirt, I think they make dungeons for it. I think you probably can’t break knacks in them but uhhh... you’d probably make a lot of kinky people happy!” He reached up and rubbed his neck, the conviction that he could already feel fingers closing around his neck. He could probably have pointed out that if he were dead, it wouldn’t matter if Gelria had opinions on the method. But he wasn’t sure logic has much of a part in this conversation.
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