The Silent Firework (9) : Fireworks are aplenty this time of year, and there’s always something going off somewhere in the city. Little pops and noises are common, but something about this firework is completely abnormal–it makes absolutely no sound. Instead, light and color splashes across the night sky and leaves a lingering glow behind. No one knows where it came from, but it lit up the sky like a midnight sun, and was gone after about a moment. Anyone who managed to see it in person may find that when they blink, there is a residual glow before them. Strangely, it even seems like there’s a trail of faded, glowing light guiding them somewhere. Maybe you’re led to some special place, or some special person, or–maybe the trail ends before you ever find out where you were supposed to go.
"What the ********."
The Youma General stood at the center of a building, atop the roof access, and peered out quizzically at the path before him. It was one of several routes he'd used before, and since a month had passed, he was returning to the area. However, as he looked on, a glow trailed out into the distance. It was on the path, but not quite — the fourth building on, it veered to the right instead of the left.
To Faustite, it looked like the aftereffects of staring too long at a light source. He'd seen it himself, too many times, when looking in a mirror. But these spots didn't migrate with his attention; they remained in place — undisturbed and undeterred. He couldn't explain them. Wasn't sure if he wanted to follow them, either.
"Headache." At the sound of its name, the cloud of fireflies appeared at his side. "Send a message to Celadonite. Give him my loc. Investigating a potential trap. Will summon him shortly. Ask him to be prepared."
He didn't expect his youma to answer him; as he looked over, it had taken up Valjean's aooearance this time, and scribed the note well enough. Emulated his propensity for caps lock, anyway.
Once the message was sent, he was off. And by the fourth building down — the edge of a dingy strip mall — Faustite pulled his subordinate through to him/
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2022 9:02 pm
It was so much less exhausting to be pulled towards Faustite than to exercise his newly won teleporting skill, and even though he had the warning sent to him via his tablet, he hadn’t really had much time to get ready for the summons, but still, he managed to take a flying leap towards Faustite, wrapping himself around the other half youma like an overly large…scaly koala.
“What kind of a trap do you think it might be, General? How can I help?”
His voice was silky, and quite honestly…he hadn’t really believed that the message was anything more than an excuse and that this was going to be nothing more than some fun new…role playing adventure but.
When he glanced upwards, the strange residual glow made him pause. “...or is this…really going to be us investigating something. I suppose that will have to do, too.”
After all, it was their job, was it not? Still.
…Would have been nicer if Faustite was just testing him.
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Faustite had been expecting Celadonite to show up and keep pace with him at his side, but that wasn't the greeting he got. The burning boy nearly lost his balance and pitched forward with Celadonite suddenly scaling him like some kind of sweltering tree, and once he caught himself, he looked over at his boy. Residual surprise still wore plainly on his face.
He grunted, still working on finding words after that greeting. Strangest feeling, to have someone so wrapped about him when he had spent over a quarter of his life being some untouchable weapon. He rather liked it, he supposed; the last time he received a hug while powered was —
Faustite looked away, chewing back his faint smile. "Still my job to be a General. Still yours to be a Captain. Can't play all day, Cela." Much as he wanted to — Faustite found it far more appealing to lounge in the house and get up to no good with the boy, but he hadn't that kind of fortune. Instead, he was following leads, and hoping they were either nothing, or a simple challenge so he could watch Celadonite use his new abilities.
Well. This was fine. Faustite trundled down the path with his new burden, ever mindful of his step and his surroundings. Thus far, he found nothing — just a painted trail that spiraled on ever more. Perhaps it was a trick of the light, but on their path, in his peripheral vision, he sometimes saw off-colored spots winking in and out of existence. They reminded him of the ones he'd seen youma take when entering or leaving the Rift, but each time he looked, they already vanished.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2022 6:35 pm
“Yes, yes. I can be good, General Faustite. I promise.” With as loud of a sigh as possible, Celadonite made to climb off of him, but the fact that Faustite began to move with him piggybacking…oh.
Oh that was just the greatest treat in the world and Cela rewarded the male with a kiss to his jaw. “I’m a good Captain. I’m going to be a good Captain, but I can’t help it that I see you and just feel utterly energized. I can’t help it but I’m sure it’ll calm down the longer I’m like this but…it’s really nice that you tolerate me and my special brand of foolishness.”
He was quite lucky, and he knew it.
Finally he grew comfortable in his position and rested his chin atop Faustite’s head, looking around and trying to reach his senses as far as they could go, hoping to see if it really were some kind of a trap. “...Do you think. And this is just a stupid suggestion but. Honestly it wouldn’t surprise me anymore. But what if it’s just like…more aliens?”
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Faustite rolled his eyes at the invocation of his title. It was a thorn in his a**, that title, for all the pomp and circumstance it expected; he couldn't just be Faustite outside of his team. No, he was shackled to that title, and expected to act with all the respectability that 'General' demanded. But, sometimes, he wanted to carry his boy around, or eat a roach off the floor, or laugh at the word sluttacious.
One day, he'd say '******** it' to behaving like a General was expected to behave. That day was not soon, however.
Faustite couldn't stifle a smile at Cela's affection. "It's different, being youma," he began, and he thought it astonishing that he had anyone on his own team who experienced it — and that he could speak so openly on it, that Celadonite would understand. "Changes how you change. Might calm down, might not — might leave molted skin on the couch," he teased.
He enjoyed the comfortable silence to have come afterward, and let his thoughts wander as he followed the trail. He could haul around Celadonite for a little while longer, but he would have to set him down soon; it would be far easier to carry him about if the boy could turn himself into a snake-sized snake.
So far, the trail simply led down more buildings. As he squinted into the distance, he saw that it ended further ahead. So — "Mm? Then we kill more aliens," he supposed.
Thinking on it, it wouldn't surprise him either.
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2022 8:10 pm
Celadonite snickered and hummed softly, holding onto the male still and allowing himself to drift slightly as he was carried. “It is different being a youma. But I like it.” He grinned slightly and nibbled his ear lightly. “...Like the idea of killing aliens, but I don’t mind the candy colored ones. Andy’s a nice guy. I should reach out to him and let him know that I’m not dead. Might do that later tonight, or…”
He grinned and his eyes flickered to the disappearing end of the light trail. “Or if you’re thinking that we’ll be too busy tonight, I can just reach out to him in the morning. Which, sounds good to me too. I miss Steve.”
Humming softly, he clarified. “His hamster. The one I make the clothes for. Do you want to get dinner? If you think we’ll get nothing more from this strange light source…we could go and get some never ending pasta at that great place on Fourteenth Street? My treat.”
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Whatever Celadonite said in the beginning, it was lost to the graze and prickle of teeth on his ear. Faustite flushed, felt goosebumps rise on his arms and neck. "Mmm… We'll be too busy tonight." He couldn't recall what Celadonite had mentioned being too busy for, but he was certain they would be too busy for it.
Faustite managed another few paces before he realized that the trail hadn't ended — it simply dipped down the side of the last building and continued on the ground. Maybe it led precisely to Lionel's endless pasta place. Which, endless pasta reminded him that he was perpetually hungry, and if allowed to sit at a booth as a youma General, he'd be dumping whole plates of it into his grate just to manage the amount of calories he needed. Maybe there were endless breadsticks, too; he wouldn't mind chewing one while he did away with the pasta.
"Okay," he agreed readily as he looked up at his serpentine Captain. Faustite paused to adjust his grip on Celadonite's legs. Once he walked to the edge of the building, he spotted the distant end of the trail, and teleported to the location.
Sure enough, they were standing in front of an Italian eatery.
"This the place?" He asked as he let Celadonite's thighs start to slip through his fingers.
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Celadonite allowed himself to slide off of Faustite’s back, and though he utterly hated the fact that he had to, he was still a little amused that he had been allowed to have a piggy back ride the whole time. “It is the place, shall we?” His face had broken into an amused smile. It was like this was fate orchestrating some great joke, but one that was utterly precious.
“This is the place indeed.” He hesitated and tugged his general into the small alley and donned his glamour, excited to stuff his face and go on a date all at the same time. “And I did promise if that was the case I would treat you to a good dinner, I know you have to eat…and we have three whole hours so why not spend them stuffing our faces before we go home?”
It might be selfish, that Faustite would want to waste his precious time of being human with someone he could literally spend the other twenty one hours of the day with but.
Celadonite was beginning to learn that a little selfishness was the true key to joy. And he was fully prepared to exercise as much as he could get away with.
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Faustite's mild confusion gave way to good spirits; he could never turn down the offer of free food, whichever the kind. As Faustite, he had no preferences, since all foods tasted burnt. But as Eion, attending a restaurant? The boy was hardly picky, for everything had a flavor that was unique and vibrant — so long as nothing was burnt.
Any dinner was good dinner, as far as Faustite was concerned, so he happily followed his reptilian boy into the alleyway where delivery vans and dumpsters both parked. With no one to witness them, it was easy to slip on Eion's second skin and take up his boy's no-longer-cold hand. "Need you to teach Waru to have good ideas like that."
They were both considerate in very different ways, and both indulgent in their own manners. That was where their similarities ended, but Eion begrudged neither of them for being indelibly themselves. It was ever a pleasant day to wake up to such variety of Boy.
"Might have a buffet," Eion mused aloud. "Imagine if they had an eating competition. Think I could win." And if it meant free food for them both, he'd be quite motivated to try. Neither of them had much hope of earning money in person anymore; he supposed Celadonite could still get by with selling clothing over the internet, but Faustite would still have wanted to spare him a few dollars. Especially if it benefitted the fiery General's bottomless stomach.
"Let's find out," he urged as he tugged his boy beyond the entrance.
