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 Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2022 5:11 pm
Faustite came home when he found his wits again. Pupils still blown wide, he felt the dregs of a thrill coasting through his veins when he appeared before the familiar fallen arch and ruined fence. He felt like a trespasser on his own property, what with the way that their forced labor youma collected in the yard during short breaks, for the way that they harangued him with lolling tongues and open, slavering mouths for energy that he didn't have.
For starseeds that he didn't have.
Faustite paid no heed to aura as he burst through his front door. Whether anyone lurked in those halls, it wouldn't matter. Better that they didn't; the less time he spent chatting with the others, especially their senshi, the safer it was for everyone. Rather than sparing glances through rooms or seeking out Albite, Faustite made for the spiraling stairs that would deliver them to his bedroom. Their bedroom. If his luck held, he would be the only one there.
Cresting the stairs, the burning thing shouldered open the door. At the center of their room, ever demanding the attention of newcomers, was their bed — a round affair fitted perfectly into a recess. Around it, arranged as if the entire room was granted purpose based on that bed alone, the rest of the furniture sat facing inward. Faustite made for the dresser — an old, broken thing with a lock on one of its smaller top drawers. He pawed through the unlocked one, not for clothes, but for food. He wouldn't need much, he told himself.
It would be a few days. Had to be. Maybe four, maybe six. Albite would be pissed, understandably. His senshi boys would lament about this one. But Celadonite —
He paused, sighed through his nose, squared his shoulders as he recommitted to the task. Celadonite would simply have to go uninformed.
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2022 12:47 pm
Faustite clearly never really had good luck, and as it happened, Celadonite teleported back to their…kind of cozy little home right when Faustite was beginning to rifle through the dresser. He hadn’t been expecting to see Faustite there, but now that he was, and Celadonite was…obviously there at the same time, he utterly brightened, moving towards the warmth that the other half youma provided, just like a moth to a lamppost.
Since his General’s back was turned, it was a little harder to read the room, to realize that something was wrong...and to be perfectly honest, Celadonite wasn’t very great with subtle tells, not when he didn’t know to look for them, so he thought nothing of moving to Faustite, wrapping his arms around the male and caressing his chest above the grate.
“I didn’t think you’d be home yet, but I’m quite glad to have you here now that I’m home too. What are you looking for, hot stuff? Can I help with anything?”
He closed his eyes for a moment and pressed his face into the back of Faustite’s neck, nuzzling the warm skin and going so far to nibble the side of it when he tilted his head slightly.
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2022 4:09 pm
Faustite visibly startled when he heard Celadonite's voice, and he froze as he had a hundred thoughts at once.
Celadonite was part youma now, by way of starseeds. Perhaps he would understand the craving.
Celadonite was part youma, so his starseed was hidden away rather than taunting him.
Celadonite was a Captain, and therefore easier to overpower if he needed a starseed quickly.
But Celadonite was his boy, proved himself unendingly loyal, and he didn't want to suffer the heartache of losing that wonderful boy.
But he might have to.
He was stiff when Cela embraced him. He relaxed somewhat as it happened, but not completely; tension was ubiquitous in the burning boy, as he was still distraught and distracted by his unending cravings. He had another hundred thoughts through which to suffer before he found voice enough to talk to Celadonite.
"Need food," he answered, "I —"
Faustite's hands found Cela's arms and pressed them closer to himself. Urged his boy to squeeze him, as if that would drive out the mess in his head and the desire in his heart.
"Have to go to the Rift. Can't… look at our senshi anymore. Not right now."
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2022 9:01 am
When Faustite startled, Celadonite narrowed his eyes slightly. Something was truly wrong, that much was clear. “Food isn’t hard to get, you…need to go to the Rift for a while?”
Even as a half youma, Celadonite still didn’t…enjoy the thought of the Rift. He hadn’t been there since the last time when he had just been a lieutenant but…he didn’t really want to go back, had never desired to go back.
“Need company? Want company? What did our senshi do to you?”
It was such a strange thing to be upset about. But.
He drew in a breath, and then reached up to turn Faustite around, placing his hands on either side of his face. He took a moment to try and activate whatever new power or magic he had and looked right into Faustite’s eyes, trying to turn on…whatever it was.
“Tell me what’s going on.” The words were a command. An entreaty. Almost a plea.Strickenized When a target locks eyes with Celadonite, he has the ability to employ hypnosis. Even a side glance can be compelling enough to initiate the magic. For the duration of his magic, the target will feel compelled to look into his eyes; they are extremely susceptible to basic interrogation (they cannot be forced to reveal information about identity or meta faction information unless in an approved plot) and can be compelled to follow basic commands (but the magic cannot be used to force someone to power down or cause life threatening harm to them without player consent/plot approval). This can be used on one target at a time; it can be used for thirty seconds twice per day.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2022 11:46 pm
Better leave it unsaid, he figured. "Won't be long. Explain later."
He'd unearthed handfuls of snacks from the top drawer, but was stopped from getting any further with it when Cela turned him around. Even if it was out of concern, his first reaction was rage. A sweltering heat grew in him, each breath hissing in his airways. But before he could speak, before he could send Celadonite away, his gaze was transfixed.
His attention arrested. There was only Celadonite. But not all of him — only his fierce, golden eyes. Faustite stared into them as if he could melt that gold.
"Started eating starseeds again," he blurted, no longer in control of himself. "Brought on by senshi magic. Won't have the fortitude to stop myself around our senshi. Better that I go to the Rift — a day or two should do."
There was something peculiar about this. He felt compelled, but not in a manner he would expect from senshi magic. Was this truly what he wanted? For someone to ask him what was wrong so he could cough up all the ugly details? Was his conscience so sullied?
No — couldn't be. But he couldn't say what this was.
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2022 6:34 pm
“Mm…” Celadonite nodded, one of his hands moving to comb through Faustite’s hair as he spoke. “Damn senshi. Do you want company in the Rift? I know I hate the place, but I could stand it if it was with you.”
He didn’t break the eye contact, and made another soft, humming sound. “How many have you eaten? How bad is it? I know, I never had to experience the hunger for them, so I can’t know what you’re going through, but I want to know. Please tell me what you’re feeling, Faustite.”
The Captain’s voice was still firm, still compelling, and his nails lightly scraped against the other half youma’s scalp, trying to calm him, trying to distract him from…everything that was going on in his mind.
“Have you hurt any of our group?”
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2022 6:59 pm
He tried to swallow back what he was going to say —
"Not the first day. Wait til the second when I'm weaker." When he'd starved and sweated out enough of the need that a Captain needn't worry about facing off with him. If it came to that — he had to hope that it wouldn't, but he knew how thickly desperation coated one's bones in crises like this. Noble goals were no more than wastewater once survival was challenged.
He was tense, every muscle rigid but for the light tremor in his hands. They remained half-caught in the drawer, as if a video paused. "Not as bad as it will be. Can still control myself around you." For now.
This had to be one of the abilities bequeathed to Celadonite as a youmafied officer. He found no want within himself to expound on his bitter past or depraved condition; as always, it was better that he kept it all to himself, kept others believing in the happiness of now.
Faustite's voice faltered at the beginning. "Three. One was a civilian."
The next question demanded a count of seconds for him to sort how he felt. It was his nature to pay as little heed to his feelings as possible in struggles like these, for they were always felt and seldom contributed to the solution to a temporary problem. They were bystanders, tugged along and purposeless. What did it matter why black streaked his face when he had conjured up his own firestorm and did a way with a few of their enemies?
Finally he opened his mouth to answer, but did not begin immediately. "Scared. Uncertain." He swallowed, then added, "Defeated."
Felt like he was suspended in glass, pinned to an insect spreading board where he had no further choices for what to do with himself. He wanted to move — better to get gone now than wait any longer. He felt a cold sweat break out at the thought that Cela could be the next one.
As for the last question — "Not yet."orangeish sherbert sorry, i can't make a succinct tag to save my life
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2022 7:10 pm
“All right. I’ll wait until the second. I’ll bring real food. Food that isn’t starseeds. I’ll bring you a whole feast and then I’ll distract you after we eat and you won’t be able to think enough to hunger for anything but me.” Celadonite leaned forward, kissing Faustite swiftly and fiercely, finally breaking the eye contact but figuring it was worth it. At least for this.
Kissing the other half youma was always worth something. Moreso now.
“You won’t hurt any of them, Faustite. I know you. Go the the rift. I’ll see you tomorrow. I’ll have a whole ******** trash bag filled with food. I’ll hit up every damn fast food place and just order everything and you’ll be fine.”
He tilted his head, moving to press kisses down the male’s neck, nibbling lightly. “I’ll see you tomorrow, and everything will be fine. I’ll make sure of it. You can trust me, General.”
This time, the words were a promise, and Celadonite drew away finally, giving a half bow and licking his lips, eyes hungry for more of what he had been offering.
A much better hunger than starseeds, but one that perhaps had to be built up in Faustite once again.
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2022 7:46 pm
So optimistic. So devoted.
Celadonite was perfect in ways he couldn't explain, which ached worse than when the generator had blown him apart. When his eye contact broken, the spell dissolved, and Faustite's body moved of its own accord. Faced Celadonite. Took the proffered kisses like they were the first sips of water after two years in the Rift. One hand found his boy's waist while he snuck air between brushes of affection.
Faustite tilted his head for the attention paid to his neck. Out came a clipped sigh, something strained and wanting. His free hand trekked, palm heavy, up the front of his boy's uniform, until his fingers pressed into the shelf of his ribs —
Then, caught between realms, tightened into a fistful of Celadonite's shirt. He squeezed until his veins stood tall, until he felt the pop of metacarpals broken too many times to have healed properly. Cloth ripped; he felt a sore sting in his palm.
When his boy pulled away, Faustite had to force himself to let go. Felt his heart keep pace with a hummingbird, felt his head swim and his attention keep dropping to the pair of holes in Cela's uniform, at the ink splotches at the fore. He heard his boy speak, but he finally suffered Albite's perpetual problem of only holding one thought in his head at a time. Something about food. Something about coming to visit. Faustite would need to prepare.
He wanted his boy, his fiancé, but Faustite knew he couldn't have him. Not now. Not two days from now. Not until he could maintain some semblance of self-control.
Attention dropped, he stepped past Celadonite, and gave his hand a squeeze in passing — something that said love you and need to go, something that left behind a few faint marks of black as he strode for the door.
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