[Amoren] In the Dark

[Degare]

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In the days that had come and gone since the Blooming Glen, the Ferrier’s mind was a wreck. The rather curious crossing of paths with a Draedan was a bright spark in an otherwise dim start to the season of Glade, but it wasn’t as if that was anything near enough to improve his mood in any long standing way. Ultimately, he wasn’t quite sure that the strange Lorien noble would even keep his promises, far fetched and too good to be true as they sounded, but interacting with him was something to do, at least. It did take his mind, if only temporarily, off of the aching void in his chest. The pain he felt was still abysmal– he wished that there was something he could do to alleviate it, though he supposed there wasn’t much else other than it fading to time. For now, he would just…suffer.

He had spent most of the day cloaked and wandering through the city, hoping that the budding growth of early spring would be enough to draw his mind away from his sadness. As darkness had fallen and evening turned to night, the elven Veir returned to his family’s estate. It was…a simple distraction; fun while it lasted, his love of botany brightening his mood if only for a time. As soon as he got home, though, he walked through the halls in silence, making no attempt to speak with anyone he passed in the halls since his mood had rapidly begun to drop once more.

Closing the door to his chambers, he slowly begins to undress; the darkness only illuminated by a few shafts of moonlight through the folds of the curtains. It was oddly quiet in the house, in the city, despite the busier season that was early Glade. He was a bit thinner than he was a month ago, having neglected eating even more so than usual. Lucia did her best to take care of him in this unfortunate state, but given her myriad other duties to keep everything afloat, it was difficult to do so consistently. Having removed his cape and footwear, he moves with languid yet long strides over to the window and parts the deep red velvet fabric of the curtains. As he stares out, off into the city’s horizon, Amoren really was gorgeous, as stifling as it was to navigate the Candor within…the nights did have a certain calm, almost moody, beauty to them.

In the silence, memories of time spent with Arkash began to slowly creep back into his mind. With a sigh, he squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head as if he’s trying to banish them. As sweet as they were, to remember was just asking to smash his already low mood to pieces; to remember, it would mean inviting in yet more pain. He doesn’t want to be awake anymore.

When this decision is made, he turns away from the window and pulls the curtains almost closed, leaving just enough moonlight to navigate without knocking into anything. He walks over to the nightstand at the side of the bed and the softest of smiles pulls at the corners of his lips. Lucia had left something small to eat along with a jug of water and a note written in her flowing Silvain script. Her affection for him certainly played a fairly large role in his ability to keep going without crashing entirely.

Once he consumed the food offering and some of the water, he undressed the rest of the way and crawled into bed, the slight ache of bruising a few days old gnawing at him– mostly concentrated near his legs and hips– as he moves. Before trying to sleep, however, he pulses ether through the triskelion mark on his chest and taints a bit of the water with the smallest hint of his Sopor. After he drinks it, he lays down on his back and stares up at the ceiling with a blank expression. It wasn’t long before eyes of red amber drifted closed, the Ferrier now locked in a deep, enchanted slumber.

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'Thoughts'
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"Raillen Tongue/Speech"
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[Arkash]

The beat of his heart thrummed in his ears, slower than the slam of his clawed feet on the packed earth road. Night had come again, bathing the Daravinic wilderness that stretched to the walls of Couronne in the pale light of the moon.

With naught but the signs of the road to guide him, Arkash had found his way back to Amoren. A tug of the strap around his shoulder saw the brass-laid rifle on his back settle a little tighter and ceased the bumping of his weapon against the ragged green fabric of his clothes. With a backward lean and a flex of his toe-claws, he came to a grinding halt in the dirt path and focused his gaze squarely on the gate ahead of him. Sky Stealer's brass trim shined in the moonlight while he focused his gaze, and continued to twinkle as he resumed his advance toward the city.

The dirt road switched to paved stone beneath the click of his wrapped keratin spikes as Arkash wandered with no apparent aim into the sprawling urban landscape. Ardenserate stood as a landmark for miles, distant and colossal in its construction. With such a monument as an anchor, Arkash navigated his way through the lamplit streets, and soon found his feet at the door of the manor he saught; one of House Socorro's estates. He stayed there for a moment, naught but breathing while he stared at the dormant handle of the front door, then exhaled sharply through his veiled nose.

The hand that clung to the strap of his rifle lowered the mouth covering as he began to change shape in the peace of the moonlit street, and assumed a much more healthy human visage. The paleness of his complexion withdrawn revealed his darker tone, and the missing overlay to his eyes showed the deep brown of his gaze in its wake. Teeth of ordinary shape and distribution waited behind his lips, with an ordinary tone of flesh for the interior of his mouth. For all intents and purposes, Arkash's human form appeared completely human in its evolved state.

That was until he lept with the supernatural strength in his thighs and gripped the windowsill of the second story with one hand. Easily, he lifted himself to his feet, then leaped dextrously to the next windowsill as he deftly navigated the estate to his desired window. Once he was there, Arkash allowed the quills at the back of his hand to appear and roughly snatched one from the hold of his skin. While it steadily regrew, Arkash tucked the point of the plume beneath the window and arched the flexible material to undo the latch on the other side with naught but a quiet metallic click.

Carefully, Arkash pocketed the quill and withdrew his Cardinal features once more as he lifted the window, and let the cool Glade air into the Veir's room. Without so much as a sound, Arkash's feet came to rest at the foot of those crimson drapes, and he lowered his hood to reveal his headful of locks. His new, deep brown eyes settled on the shape of the Veir in his bed, and there he held while the gentle night's breeze pushed at the curtains and the ragged fabric of his repossessed tunic.

All was quiet but the soft whistle of the wind.

A deep breath filled his lungs as the Rathor drew his hands to his face, pressed his fingertips to his eyes, and wiped the moisture from them with a shaky exhale. Finally, he removed the relic from his shoulder, and set it against the wall with the gilded barrel pointed up. Just a moment later, Arkash had moved to the Veir's side. It was there that the Cardinal peered down at the sleeping elf, then wordlessly ran his hand through the Norai's silver hair. A soft smile pulled at his lips while he rested his fingers against the warmth of the Veir's skin.

Such was short-lived, as Arkash came to climb atop the Veir and retrieved his hands from beneath the covers. The young rath was undoubtedly familiar with the weight at which Degare slept. Arkash's legs straddled the elf's sides while he looked over the shape of Degare's arm bones beneath the elf's pale skin, and a gentle frown took his features. A sigh rolled from his lips as he shut his eyes, then brought his frown to smile as he next opened them. "Degare..." he spoke, voice tender.

"I've missed you... So very much," he continued with no shortage of affection, then leaned down to press a kiss against the elf's forehead while he held the ferries arms at the sides of his head.

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[Degare]

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It had only been a few hours since the Ferrier had gone to bed. The depth of his slumber would have only just begun to wane at this point; it would be only a little lighter than its deepest point as the heavy impact of his magic began to fade ever so slowly. Because of this, the quiet click of the window’s locking mechanism was entirely undetected along with the slide of the pane and the feet hitting the floor– though such sounds were soft, they could’ve been much louder and it wouldn’t have made much of a difference at all. Further movements would go equally undetected. One truly was vulnerable when cursed by this Bane, completely unable to react.

Consequently, his reaction was nearly nil as Arkash moved from standing beside his bed to straddling him. Neither the movement of the bed nor the weight of the man on his body stirred him at all. Deep in the abyss of his dreaming, the Veir walked slowly through a twisted abstraction of the city he grew up in. It was not an uncommon framework for his dreams to resemble locations he’d been to before, often being ones he frequented, but they were never precisely accurate. In this case, the city was like a maze; the streets he was so used to in reality were so very familiar yet not at all as he remembered. The stone roads twisted and turned in ways labyrinthian in nature and he couldn’t find a single sign or building that would direct him to any particular location. It was a near perfect facsimile, yet incorrect in almost every way– completely uncanny. In this strange, warped mirror of reality the sky was alight with the setting of the sun yet held all the stars found in only the darkest of nights. The atmosphere was beautiful but strangely lonely as he walked empty streets, not a single other creature stirring at all. Vines and other plants seemed to be overgrown, as if the city had been abandoned for some time in this odd dreamscape.

The crack of stone was heard echoing through the streets in this aberrant reality, snapping his attention in the direction of the sound. More notes of breaking rock could be heard as buildings, objects and even the road around him appeared to spontaneously break apart and the shattered remnants would rise into the air as if the false reality around him was spontaneously beginning to collapse. For what?

Perhaps it was the weight on his body; maybe it was the gentle press of his lover’s body against his abdomen slowly drawing him back to the waking world. His breathing deep and slow, he wouldn’t appear to be waking at all, at least not yet. The slow lift his hands also elicited near to no reaction, though inside the silver elf’s dreamscape, he felt a strange, warm pressure against both his wrists and torso but there was no indication as to why, and when one sleeps, such sensations are ultimately meaningless the vast majority of the time. Even more oddly, though, his body within the dream felt more weighty, as if his movements even when thoroughly asleep were restricted. This was very, very bizarre to him because on some level, he was always aware of the fact that he was, in fact, asleep. He knew what that felt like and this invisible weight was fairly far from normal…as was the gentle warmth that began to radiate through him from the heat of the intruding man’s body– though he was completely ignorant to that being the reason. Strange…but why?

As the question slowly spiraled through the sleeper’s mind, a familiar scent rode along the false Boghadar’s breeze. His unconscious mind near immediately recognized it– that of his lost lover. The curious part of this is that usually it didn’t permeate the entire atmosphere of a dream whenever it had been present in the context of previous nights, so what was this? In reality, Arkash would be able to feel the tendons pull in the Veir’s wrists as fingers twitched just slightly. He was beginning to try and will himself to move, to awaken since some small parts of him realized that something was very off in his dreamscape.

With the soft brush of lips against his forehead and the echo of indecipherable words ringing through the streets of the city’s facsimile, more of the stone foundations began to crack and break apart as the dream continued to unravel. His body stirred a bit further, a small sound pulled from sleeping lips as his spine arcs just a bit in a vain attempt to lift himself. That voice, this scent, the heat against him…he desperately wanted to rouse his perception, if for no other reason than to banish what he thought was a sick hallucination of his own tumultuous mind. It hurts to be reminded like this. Every touch felt like a phantom and the other forms of sensory input were simultaneously vague but yet so clear at the same time; he wholly craved the closeness he and his lover used to share and this made his chest ache– he was still thoroughly convinced what was happening wasn’t real on account of the fact that he is not yet even halfway awake.

After what felt like an utter eternity trapped within the crumbling confines of his dreamscape, he was finally able to force open his eyes. Vision blurry and the room in near total darkness, amber irises dilate and his eyes widen as he realizes there is, in fact, somebody on top of him. His breath catches and muscles tighten as his body freezes, heart beginning to pick up speed as his mind struggles to wake up and understand exactly what’s happening. Flexing his fingers, he tries to lift an arm or otherwise move and…nope. He’s pinned beneath somebody. Utterly delirious and mind still trapped in a tired, near to exhausted fog, he blinks rapidly as if trying to see whether or not the figure above him would spontaneously disappear. It didn’t. Irises flitting rapidly over the darkened features of the man atop him, realization finally strikes: this wasn’t a cruel trick, no, this was Arkash.

His caught breath resumes at a deep, slow, nearly ragged pace wracked with overwhelming emotion when this finally clicks. Gazing up at his lover, those features so familiar yet possessing ever so subtle differences, the Veir’s lips quiver into a soft smile as a combination of joy and relief washes over him. Though these two emotions were the abundant majority, what he felt was ultimately a rather complicated cocktail that his struggling mind had difficulty handling in this state. His jaw set as teeth clenched together, lips trembling as eyes quickly gloss over and the pinned Veir starts to cry. Much as he wanted to resist, his self control was muted from the Bane and emotions he’d been desperately trying to suppress had just been kicked up again in a storm within his head.

As tears ran down the sides of strained features, “I-...I’ve…missed you, craved you…so desperately...Arkash.”

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[Arkash]

All the little motions of Degare’s vulnerable form brought Arkash to smile while he sat atop him. The impossible weight of Arkash’s newfound strength held Degare’s skinny arms in place as his spine arched through the turbulent dream the Ferrier was apparently having. That same smile continued to pull at his features as Degare struggled, and a few more kisses were pressed flush to the Veir’s tender skin.

In his usual fashion, he trailed his way to the Veir’s neck with a sequence of kisses, and parted his lips to let the pink of his tongue roll against the Veir’s flesh. The breath of his lungs was hot with the strain of his journey, damp enough to glisten the pale skin with its moisture. A deep breath through his nose inflated his lungs, and ran a tremorous shiver down his spine while he rolled the Veir’s taste on his tongue. With lidded eyes, Arkash sighed again.

When he next opened them, he found the Ferrier’s amber eyes staring up at him. A soft smile met the slight elf’s teary eyes while he listened to the Veir’s words, and the image of his breaking heart filled his gaze.

Quickly, Arkash leaned down and silenced the elf by taking his lips with his own. He released the Veir’s arms and brought the flat of his palm to the bedding for support while the other ran its fingers through Degare’s hair and held his head still while Arkash basked in his taste once more. Through the exchange, Arkash brought his hand to cup the elf’s cheek, and brushed the tears away with his thumb.

When he broke the kiss, he lowered some of his weight into the Veir and squeezed him the best he could without digging his arms under the elf. A sigh streamed from his unfastened lips while he rested his cheek on the Veir’s collar and said “I’m sorry I was gone so long… But I’m back. You don’t have to miss me anymore, okay?”

Another deep sigh followed his statement while he relentlessly filled his chest with the Veir’s scent. “Rabe’s beak, I’ve missed you…” he continued, voice a little more tender while he basked in the warmth of the elf.

“I went to your tower, but you weren’t there. So I followed your trail… I meant to arrive earlier in the day, but…” Arkash exhaled briefly through his nose, then lifted his head to press a gentle kiss to the Veir’s lips. “I hope I didn’t worry you too much, my dear… If you’re still tired, we can rest and I’ll tell you everything in the morning. Okay?” His offer came almost casually, as though he’d only been gone a week longer than he said he would. In reality, it had been almost two months, quite a few weeks longer than the time in which he said he’d return. Even so, he seemed to study the Veir while he waited for a response, dark eyes trailing over his eyes, his nose, his cheeks, and his brow.

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Still well within Sopor’s haze, it was incredibly difficult for the Ferrier to think. Arkash’s affection, the warmth of his lips, the heat of his breath all combined to make it even harder to think coherently. The only thing Degare felt right now was all the pain from the intensity of his longing, his mourning– he’d genuinely thought Arkash was gone for good. All of that pain swirled in with the lighter warmth of joy and relief, but this was not strong enough to negate the sheer density of the other emotions. With each press of his lover’s lips, the drag of his tongue, the Veir’s composure chipped more until he was in tears. This was everything he’d wanted…and everything he’d been so very afraid of, all at once.

His heart was beating faster, his breaths more rapid and shallow as tears rode down the side of his face and before long the little Rathor lifted his head to meet with his gaze. He had intended to choke out more words than he did, but Arkash shut him up quickly by kissing him. Such a thing was certainly not unwelcome; his body relaxed into the familiar taste of the man he’d craved more than anything in the world during the time the two spent apart. The other’s fingers through his hair, the touch to his cheek, and the wipe of his tears were all gestures that succeeded in soothing the silver elf, at least to some degree. He’d spent so many nights lost in dreams that only echoed this sensation and yet here it was– back after he’d accepted that it never would be. At the same time, Degare lifted his own arms to wrap around the partner he’d so dearly missed. His grip tightened just a small amount for a brief moment before he traced long, graceful fingers of the back of his lover’s shirt.

As the other lowered himself and tightened around him in something akin to an embrace, the Ferrier emitted a sound similar to a strained sigh; he was still having trouble regulating his breathing. Trying to regain some semblance of composure, he breathed deep and slow as his lover apologized into his skin. “...I…can’t blame you,” voice broken, words catching as he attempted to force them out.

As he moved, his arms shook like thin branches in a strong breeze– something the Ferrier desperately hoped Arkash would not notice, as unlikely as such a thing was. Hearing his lover’s repetition of the fact that he’d missed him warmed him just a bit more. His mind was still thoroughly overwhelmed, but he’d calmed down enough to remember that it’d make everything easier if he Allayed off his Sopor– doing so with a quick pulse of ether through his system. The elf’s thoughts were significantly clearer as a result, though this did little to help settle the tumultuous emotions roiling within.

With a deep breath, “You did…? Yeah I…had business in Ardenserat…a few days ago, I’m sorry I wasn’t there.” He speaks almost regretfully, as if to imply he genuinely wished he would have been at his actual home to have received his lover. Arkash’s gentle kiss between their words pulled a small, soft smile onto the Veir’s strained features. Amber eyes shifted away almost in embarrassment at the words ‘I hope I didn’t worry you too much, my dear…’ because the truth was, he did. Very much so…but should he admit this? To what degree…?

Degare’s jaw would tighten and loosen, teeth clench and unclench as eyes flit around his lover’s features. With a clearer head, it was easier for him to see now that his features did change– it wasn’t some odd artefact of being half asleep. He looked a little puzzled at this realization. “I…I’m not sure I could really convey…just how much I missed you. Especially as time dragged on…” pausing to swallow and take another slow breath, he continued, “...I thought you were gone. Forever.” The last few words sounded like they hurt to say.

The Ferrier’s dominant hand slid up from his lover’s back to his shoulder then up his neck and into his hair, giving the other’s locs a gentle squeeze. “The only thing I want right now is you…regardless of what we do. Just…don’t let me go,” there’s a warm affection woven around the pleading desperation in his voice, “...and, you don’t have to explain right now, but I do think whatever happened to your appearance looks good.”

With a somewhat sheepish smile, his eyes half closed and red-amber irises shifted to look off to the side– an expression that read as bashful, almost embarrassed. “Truthfully, I want you to hurt me like you did when you fixed my lung…I’ve…dreamt of things similar since you left. Nothing’s ever made me feel that good…” His words are slow as if afraid of his partner’s response, but they are delivered in a voice fraught with adoration, exaltation and something very near to a need. This statement was actually a twofold request; the physical trauma converted into pure ecstasy from his Mentalism was one thing, but there was something undeniably addicting to him about giving himself to Arkash like that. Really, what he was asking for was not even the pain– he wanted his lover to control him, to put his life in the other’s hands.

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[Arkash]

His smile only grew as he laid down to embrace the Ferrier, and he felt the extent to which Degare’s arms truly trembled in wake to his presence. A deep breath saw his body rise a little while the disguised Rath relaxed wholly in the Ferrier’s presence, then grinned up at him with a raise of his brows. “Arden…serat… Isn’t that…?” Arkash’s eyes widened then and his smile dropped entirely. The beacon of a building, the major landmark of Couronne, visible from every corner of the city, the landmark he’d used to find Degare’s home.

“…Why?” Arkash asked as he sat up. “What business did you have there?” He continued, stern in the press of his voice. “Were you meeting with Brilan Ald or just a member of her court? Did she summon you? What did she say? Did she make you put your hand on the-?” He paused, eyes ablaze with a sudden flare of concern.

It was only When Degare continued with the delivery of just how much he’d had missed him that Arkash reluctantly settled back down atop him, though there was a great manner of unease about his eyes while he stared longingly and frightfully at the elf. “Degare…” Arkash began with a slight of wavering regret in his voice. “No, I’m sorry. I’d crawl my way out of Bel itself to get back to you if I had to,” he explained with a frown. “You won’t lose me, ever.”

As the laying man’s hand ran up his back, the young Rath tangibly shivered. “Mmm… Truly?” He asked with a hum, some clear shift in his tone. “I’m sure, my love,” Arkash said with no shortage of endearment to his voice on the subject of being wanted. “Don’t worry… There’s nothing I want more than to hold you… Except maybe a few things I’ve missed over the last few weeks…” He spoke with a soft waver to his tone that reflected his need.

A bashful smile wove with the smugness of his usual grin at the complement, and Arkash looked away in clear delight, but said nothing on the alteration to his appearance.

Instead, all his focus returned to the Veir at the request, to hurt him as he had before… To open his chest and…

Arkash grinned broadly as he pursed his lips, then looked up while he thought. “…I’m glad you asked,” he said at last. “I’ve really wanted to see you like that again, Degare, to feel and hear you wracked with pain, completely at my mercy…” he trailed on, clearly teasing the Veir with his tone. “But the messy stuff will have to wait until I can get my hands on a Grafting Needle again… I think you’d quite hate to be stuck with a gaping hole in your chest for a few days, despite how much you enjoy it in the moment…” Arkash trailed on, and lifted a finger to the Veir’s lips.

“…But there is something else I’ve wanted to do with you for a long time now… Something I think you’ll like, even if it isn’t nearly as bloody,” Arkash said as he sat up once more and adjusted the ragged green tunic he’d come to adorn himself with, then trailed his hand from the Veir’s lips to his neck and gently wrapped the Veir’s throat with his lightly worn fingers. “I’ll have to let you go for just a moment, but it’ll be worth it, I promise…” Arkash said with a grin, and steadily lifted himself entirely from the Veir.

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Given the Ferrier’s state of mind, the rapid fire questions he received upon the simple mention of the word ‘Ardenserat’ knit his brows together in visible confusion. “...huh? Love, there’s seasonal events held at Ardenserat for pretty much all Entente of note. I went to…show my face, to socialize…honestly, for me it was more of a distraction than anything else,” his eyes darken a little as his words reached their conclusion. The Veir only showed up because people would talk if they actually noticed he’d started to hide from politics and Candor again…that, and he’d been so miserable he really needed something to occupy his time. “What about Brilan has you so…concerned? Coincidentally, one of the men I talked to there was rather enthusiastic about getting me an audience with her…but he refused to, or…maybe was unable? To tell me why…so in that regard, I’ve really no information to give you, but if you’re interested I’ll tell you if anything happens regarding her.” His words are slow and marked with a bit of bewilderment woven through the myriad other emotions flowing within him, but he did feel the need to almost defend himself– the way Arkash reacted almost made him feel as if he’d done something wrong.

After he spoke, his own nerves caught back up to him by the time he’d decided to admit the fact that he really did miss the little Rathor ever so dearly. The expression the Sil’Norai wore softened, warming up a bit at the sentiment his lover shared in response to his words. “At least I really can take comfort in those words now since you’ve made your way back after…whatever happened. I did trust you...I was just so afraid because I'd not heard anything from you...” much as his words still have threads of pain embroidered into the velvet timbre of his voice, his face looks a lot less strained than it had earlier in their conversation.

The little shiver Degare felt as his fingers traced up his lover’s spine drew a soft, pleased smile on his lips with a gentle hum of a sigh. Arkash’s reactions to his touch were always so precious in his eyes. As the Rathor reassures him and then adds a hint of his own desires, the Ferrier’s smile widens just enough to slightly narrow his eyes. “...Oh? I’d love to indulge you,” his interest is clearly piqued in regards to the specifics of whatever the other man meant. By this point, he sounds notably more at ease– the other’s sweet words and loving tone really did help to stabilize his emotions, though lingering guilt, dread and fear still stirred beneath the surface.

The way Arkash would look away, as if embarrassed, when complimented was precious every time it happened. It came across as if he was not used to people saying such things to him, though the Veir couldn’t really understand why. “Your eyes are much warmer now, your emotions are clearer. The color is really rather pleasing to look at, too,” Degare offers more blatant flattery both to make his lover feel nice and to bait his reactions, “...your skin is different too, yes? Darker, more vibrant in color– don’t know what you did, but it makes that blush of yours warmer and I do so enjoy it.” The pale elf delivers these words with a near to saccharine tone and an openly loving expression on his face.

Along with a soft exhale through his nose, his smile broadens again to reach his eyes when his lover admits to mirroring his desires. Amber eyes glint with a bright cross of love and lust as Arkash continues to speak. The specific incident they’re reminiscing about had pushed him to desperate, uncontrollable tears and yet he found himself craving to be forced down to that point more often than not. Strangely enough, it felt freeing in a way to not have to concern himself with his own safety, to force that burden onto somebody else entirely– never before had he been comfortable enough to pass off such a thing, but now…?

The Veir’s eyes drift closed with a soft laugh when his partner mentions his lack of a grafting needle. “I suppose that’s fair…I do wish I had one on hand, but nobody present is a practicing Necromancer,” his words do have disappointment in the undercurrents of their delivery, but he nonetheless spoke with similar affection as before.

When his lover brought a finger to his lips, he silenced himself, notably curious about whatever his partner was talking about. Eyes of reddened amber followed the other man as he lifted himself up, flitting over his features once more now that his vision had gotten more accustomed to the dark of the room. Arkash’s hand slid down from his lips to his neck and almost unconsciously, the Veir tilted his head back as if to expose more of his throat. Much as he didn’t want his partner to get off of him, he didn’t object. “Surprise me, then– I’m yours to play with,” he reminds his lover of this fact with bright eyes reflecting the intensity of his own desire.

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Arkash

Lores
Larceny: Using spines to open latches
Etiquette: Admit to longing
Etiquette: Express well wishes
Etiquette: Offer to explain when something abnormal happens
Navigation: Using landmarks
Navigation: Follow the road
Seduction: During sleep
Seduction: Say what you want
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[PC] Degare: Enthralled with you
[PC] Degare: Entirely yours
[PC] Degare: Cannot fault you
[PC] Degare: Really really likes to be opened up and violated
[PC] Degare: Called you 'love'

Loot: N/A
Injuries: N/A

Points: 8

Degare

Lores
Investigation: Telling Apart Dreams From Reality
Investigation: Accurate Perception Despite Delirium
Investigation: Sensory Input - What to Trust
Investigation: Connect the Dots
Psychology: Will Yourself to Wake Up
Psychology: Lucid Dreaming
Etiquette: Explain Your Choices When Necessary
Etiquette: The Right Time to Express Your Emotions
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[PC] Arkash: Missed you nearly as much as you missed him
[PC] Arkash: There's something about Brilan
[PC] Arkash: Would drag himself from the depths of Bel to return to you
[PC] Arkash: Loves the power you give him over yourself
[PC] Arkash: Just as loving as you remember

Loot: N/A
Injuries: N/A

Points: 8 (1 for Bane)

Comments:
Due to the use of Sopor, I gave one Bane Exp to you Degare, as for you both. Great Thread, it was a sweet and tender moment.