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 Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2021 6:01 pm
There was a cold going around, Carlee was sick with it, and Whisler had stopped at the store before going on his patrol, a bag full of soups, sports drinks and fever medication in his subspace pocket. He hummed softly and paused when he felt the chaotic aura nearby, and with some hesitance, he made his way over. It was a strong one, so he shouldn’t just leave after having felt it..but at the same time...getting home and getting his sister in law the medicine and soup seemed like a much better way to spend his night…
Still...this was his job.
Summoning his weapon to his hand, Whisler made his way towards the other aura, moving slowly. Of course he would be sensed, but...that wasn’t something he could help. If whoever it was wasn’t paying attention...well. Surprise was the best weapon he really had when finding out what someone was doing.
Of course, there were some Generals that were never good news, and when purple eyes landed on Ashanite, he stiffened, scoffing. “Oh. It’s you. Not planning another ambush like last time, I see.”
God, they always met here, didn’t they? Perhaps one day Whisler would just learn to avoid this park...but.
That day was clearly not today.
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2021 6:21 pm
Ashanite knew, practically, that he shouldn't be powered up. He felt awful, and headachey, and dizzy, but he felt safer being headachey and dizzy as General Ashanite, since he had more power to defend himself.
This park, at least, felt relatively safe, until he felt a Knight nearby and groaned. Not this. Not today. Not when he felt so ill, and so miserable. ********. He inhaled, shifting to sit partway up, leaning heavily on his weapon, and glared, until his eyes fell on the source of the aura.
Of course it was Whisler. Who else would it be.
He had a very witty, genius response to Whisler's tanting, too. It was thoughtful, and wry, and completely in line with the witty repartee they often exchanged.
It was him putting up his middle finger, and fixing Whisler with a flat glare. "Darling, I do not have the energy for this today."
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2021 6:33 pm
Darling.
The word made Whisler soften slightly, and he huffed, rolling his eyes. “What, the great Ashanite, not having the energy to cause a great commotion and ******** with everyone. Was she with you? That little squire you caused the fuss for? Was it all another game, Ash? Because, it was a really shitty one.”
...Not that he really knew how it had ended. He had run off with his kidnap-ee and had eaten some pizza and a hot dog. But. He idly wondered what had happened to the corrupt that had been knocked down, and if the damn squire girl had planned it all or not.
“Burned once, shame for us, Burned twice shame on us. You’re a piece of s**t, you know.”
But there were still stupid feelings. And he hated them.
Still though. “Why don’t you have the energy today?”
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2021 7:29 pm
"Oh, ******** off," Ashanite said, tiredly, but it came out almost fond. It was Whisler--he couldn't be too angry, apparently, and anyway, being angry required energy he didn't have.
"She wasn't with me, by the way, no," he said, "whether you believe me or not. How about that poor Senshi you kidnapped, hmm?" He raised his eyebrows. "She one of yours, some sort of operative undercover with the Negaverse?" He doubted it. That was his style, not Whisler's, and he wasn't exactly surprised to hear that Whisler suspected a game.
"And thanks. ******** you too." It was still fond, but very tired.
"I don't have the energy because I seem to have come down with something. That's all. Don't read anything into it."
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2021 7:40 pm
“I brought her back like two hours later. We went to my wonder, had some food and I brought her back. No, she’s not one of mine, I just grabbed the first person I could as a meat shield to get out of there.”
He shrugged, but looked concerned, taking a few steps towards the male, the smallest frown crossing his face. “...Come down with something? You okay?” No. He shouldn’t give a s**t. Ashanite had ended everything when he stabbed Whistler. He had made everything very clear that night.
And it was. Hard to deal with, even now.
“A friend of mine caught something too...I actually…”
He fell quiet and looked away. “You have a safe place to rest while you recover from this?” Someone to feed you soup? Someone to make sure you don’t have a fever? The words died in his throat, but there were still there, and honestly, depending on Ashanite’s answer…
Well. He might just have a second kidnapping tonight. It was the least that his former friend deserved. And Whisler already had the supplies to take care of a sick someone.
...Plus if he were sick enough, he wouldn’t really be able to fight back...
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2021 9:05 pm
"Pathetic," Ashanite said, dryly. "Two hours? That's not even a decent kidnapping." He rolled his eyes, and forced himself to stand up, taking a deep breath and leaning very heavily on his staff. It was obvious that he was tired, and he sort of wished he'd teleported back to Negaspace to rest in his office, but he just didn't have the energy.
"You should be going home to take care of your friend," Ashanite said, softly, "not worrying about me. I tried to kill you, or did you forget?" He wondered if Whisler meant a friend, or someone closer, but he couldn't guess from the tone, and he wasn't going to ask.
"I'll be fine."
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2021 8:32 am
He felt like he was being baited, and his annoyance was warring with his sympathy, and he wasn’t quite sure which one was winning out. Of course, he should be going home to help take care of Carlee, he shouldn’t remain here. Ashanti had tried to kill him but…
Damnit. He couldn’t just leave him here sick and alone. Quite frankly, he doubted that the General would have anyone to look after him...and…
That sucked.
Moving closer to Ashanite, Whisler placed his hand on the male’s forehead and hummed softly. “You think I want to worry about you? You think I still want to have feelings for you other than the anger and betrayal I feel every time I see the damn scar on my stomach?” His voice was bitter. But there was a slight undercurrent of worry. “I wish I could just leave you here. Or do something to make sure you get sicker or just...do something to stop you once and for all.”
Whistler sighed softly and let his hand move to the male’s cheek, softly stroking it even as his arm moved around his shoulders, fingers tightening in the male’s uniform.
He was silent for a moment, as he recited the words in his mind and heart to get them both up to Whisler.
“Tell me, Ashanite. If two hours isn’t a decent kidnapping...what is?”
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2021 6:41 pm
Ashanite huffed, tiredly.
"I wish I could quit you," he said. Classic queer cinema wasn't entirely in his wheelhouse, but with long hours alone, there was plenty of time to consume all sorts of media, and he'd watched Brokeback Mountain a time or two. It seemed incredibly apt as a way to sum up the fraught, messy relationship he and Whisler had, this push and pull that he'd hoped to be rid of and yet couldn't seem to be.
He knew he sohuld bat away the hand. Move, resist, do anything other than sit there and let Whisler touch him--but truth be told, gentle touches of any kind were so few and far between, and--
The question struck him like a lightning bolt.
"Whisler," he said, voice tense, "what are you doing."
Not that there was time for much protest.
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2021 6:57 pm
Whisler didn’t answer until they were safely up on his wonder, and then he picked up Ashanite in a bridal carry and laid him on the bed, plumping the pillow behind him and huffing softly. “Kidnapping you. Obviously. And doing it right this time.”
He knew it was a touchy subject with Ashanite. Knew what his...whatever he was. The General had gone through. And he supposed...this would be perceived as revenge for being stabbed and really...did it matter? Giving a sigh, Whisler began moving around, walking to the outer hallway and getting a bottle of water, tipping the frigid liquid over a towel and wringing out the excess before coming back into the warm and walking back to the bed, folding the cold towel into a rectangle and putting it on Ashanite’s forehead.
“This is clearly the only place I can take care of you, and while I can’t stay the whole time, I’ll see you have enough to take care of yourself.”
Reaching into his subspace pocket, he pulled out the bag of supplies and handed the male the half filled water bottle that had been used for the compress and a square of flu pills from the box. “Take these, they should help. I’ll make you some chicken soup.”
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2021 7:17 pm
Ashanite wanted to struggle. Wanted to swear. If Whisler hadn't been Trascendent, with a protected starseed, he would have grasped for it and pulled it out, but that wasn't possible. So instead, he was trapped here, hauled up to Whisler's Wonder, where he was utterly defenseless.
It was Whisler, he told himself. Not someone who meant to harm him. Probably. Maybe. But the fear was still there--the panic of being completely out of control, of being at someone else's mercy. Again.
"You don't need to--bring me back, Whisler." His voice shook with panic, and he pushed himself into a sitting position. "I can promise to ask one of my Lieutenants to look after me. You don't have to keep me here like this."
Water. Flu medication. An offer of chicken soup.
"You're mad," he said, softly, but the pills were still in their blister pack and he did want to get better, so he opened them and took a drink. If the water was poisoned, well. This was the end of him, then.
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2021 10:05 am
“I was, for a while.” Whistler agreed, nodding as he took the medicine, and reaching to press him back down onto the bed. “I’m not going to bring you back. I don’t trust that you’ll let anyone take care of you, and then you’ll get pneumonia and die and I’ll never see you again, so. ******** off.”
He made his way to the hearth and poured one of the cans of soup into a pot, filling the can up with water from another water bottle and pushing the pan to the fire. “If I were still mad, I wouldn’t have helped. In fact, I might have picked you up and thrown you into a fountain, but I’m not mad. I missed you. I always miss you, and I hate that about me.”
Especially since he was happy. Happy with Arias...happy with their son...but…
Ashanite didn’t have to know that.
“Don’t act so scared, by the way. Just because you stabbed me doesn’t mean I’d ever find it in my heart to hurt you. I kidnapped you for your own good. I won’t let you get sicker, not when I have somewhere warm for you to be.”
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2021 12:45 pm
Ashanite shook his head. "Not mad as in angry, mad as in insane," he said. "Which you're not doing anything to disprove, by the by."
Ugh, this was disgusting. Even if Whisler didn't intend to hurt him, Ashanite was still totally at the mercy of an enemy, and regardless of his physical state, he was on Whisler's Wonder, which meant he had to play by Whisler's rules.
Which, truth be told...weren't all that bad, so far. He couldn't help but be nervous, because that could change any moment, but at least Whisler wasn't making any unreasonable demands of him.
Stay here. Sleep. Recover. Be safe.
"....I've missed you, too," he confessed, quietly. "But you must know we can't keep doing this. I'm not coming over to your side. You can't come over to mine. We should have buried...whatever this is when I tried to kill you."
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2021 1:19 pm
“Have I ever been sane, Ash?” He sighed softly, stirring the soup and moving it to the edge of the stove, where it wouldn’t heat too quickly. Whisler took a moment and moved back to the bed, sitting on the edge of it, pleased with the other male’s words. “Why? Why can’t we do this? Why can’t you come back to me? We could be a family. You could be happy. Loved. Taken care of. The way you deserve to be. Chaos isn’t…”
He leaned close, not caring about Ashnite’s illness and lightly brushed the male’s lips with his own. “...Is chaos really more important to you than what we could have? Was trying to kill me really worth it, love?”
His voice grew ever softer, slightly unhappy. Still hurting from the ultimate betrayal.
“Why did you think that was a good idea? Do you really want to live without me so badly? Am I such a curse to you?” He hoped not. If Whisler had to hear those words...if he had to be told such a thing…
Well. He didn't want to think about it. Wouldn’t think about it. His hand moved down, caressing the male’s cheek, tucking stray hair behind his ear.
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2021 12:13 am
Ashanite exhaled. This was so...domestic. Disgustingly so, in a way, with Whisler cooking food and making sure that he was comfortable while he was sick. It was too bad it was built on a kidnapping, and his heart was racing a thousand miles an hour.
The kiss made him groan. This tenderness was terribly undeserved, he was fairly certain. He had tried to kill Whisler.
(The last kiss he'd had had been from Unobtanium, before being shoved into that awful lake to die. Ashanite wanted to chase Whisler's lips, and burn that awful taste from his mouth forever.)
"....I thought it would be easier," Ashanite confessed, "if I killed you. If I...did something to rid myself of these feelings. This weakness--and it is a weakness, Whisler. You must know that." He sighed.
"But it wasn't, no. Easier, or worth it. And now here we are again." A tired, bitter smile crossed his face. "I can't leave the Negaverse. It's the only place I've ever felt right. I was miserable as a Knight--I can't go back to that. Not even for you, love. I'm sorry."
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Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2021 11:42 am
Whistler swallowed, ignoring the absolute pain that stabbed at him with the answer.
It was the apology that hurt the most. Not an apology for trying to kill him...but an apology for not being able to be with him. For them not being able to be together. He closed his eyes and gave a heavy sigh, sitting back on the edge of the bed. “I don’t want you to be miserable. I just want you to be safe. I want you to be happy. Ash, I’m sorry I kidnapped you up here. I know that I overstepped a line that...I shouldn’t have crossed. But I’m going to let you stay here for a few days, okay? Think of it as a vacation...I mean…”
He swallowed, ducking his head.
“I’ll bring you back now if you want, but. I would prefer to leave you up here. You know how nice it can be. You can rest, use the hot spring...there’s food outside, plenty of it. It would mean the world to me to just know that you’re safe. And I’ll be back in two days and I’ll be able to see you again. I’ll be able to know it and...then I’ll take you home. I just…”
He finally looked up, blinking back tears. “Well. I...If you go now, I’ll just worry. I know you can’t come back with me, but please. Please give me this, Ashanite.”
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