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| Yan Cass vs Narvi (C); Gem-TL/Forum | |
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| Topic Started: Sep 8 2015, 07:06 PM (294 Views) | |
| Yan Cass | Sep 8 2015, 07:06 PM Post #1 |
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Yan's eyes closed softly. There was one last thing to do. When he opened them he sat in a dark room, illuminated only by a dying fire. The coals still burned hot and he moved his hand to his side and found something flammable. It wasn't wood but it functioned similarly, a dark square that cracked and glowed over the heat. He had complete control over this room. He purposely left it open and spacious but the ground was soft, comfortable enough to sit on. He bent his knee and leaned forward over it, letting the purplish flame light up his face. He had a purpose here, but he didn't always like having purpose. He liked whims and violence as would be later seen in his days on Earth. He liked the chaos that would later cover Damaskia and almost take Narvi's life. He liked the play of others and yet he could not trust this boy to make the right one. He was forward and hesitant at the same time and he was a master at twisting things to the way he wanted them. Yan touched the tips of his bang gingerly. It was not like he didn't get that kind of affection easily enough. How many beds on Grace had he already filled waiting for Juch to stir again, waiting for anything to do at all as the planet moved more and more toward Damaskia. It was not like he didn't have Juch at all to wait for. It was not like he didn't also have a certain commander setting his lips aflame with his own cigarillo, taunting him without letting him ever quite get the right fill. And yet his mind kept filling with him. Him, of all people. He should be thinking more of Juch. Well, he did! To an annoying extent. He even scoured Grace looking for the man against the cat's fair warnings. Nothing, nothing! He wanted a distraction from it. He wanted something challenging but attainable. That was not Juch right now. That was not Tomoko. Was that Narvi? He leaned forward and dipped his hand into the flame. When he pulled it out he held a thin cigarillo, lit and smoking. He set it to his lips and closed his eyes again. The boy would come to him. He was sure. 389/389 |
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| Rhaemon Targos | Sep 8 2015, 07:53 PM Post #2 |
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His gem called to him. It began to radiate with a crimson light before then dying back down again quickly. It was as if it was trying to get his attention. As if someone was trying to get his attention. When the thought crossed his mind, he felt a lightness in his chest. He had hoped that the person who called to him was the one he too had desired to see the most. That man, the red-head with no name, was such an alluring figure to him. He was everything that Narvi was not. He had such a zest and zeal for the mortal realm. Tragedies, atrocities, to that man it was all but part of a way of life. Part of a cycle. But Narvi couldn't see it that way, even if he tried to. And he so wanted to. Hating wasn't easy. It took discipline, concentration, and it left lacerations on his psyche. Every time he shut his eyes he saw his father's body lying in a pool of his own blood, slain by mortal men who had come after the both of them. Narvi would have died there had it not been for the intervention of Demigra, the leader of the Makaioshin. He showed Narvi a vision of the future, a future where Lucifer reigned supreme. There was no death, there was only peace and prosperity. Under the Evil One's rule, mortals would not be able to freely do as they pleased. They would not be able to wage wars, to entice conflict. To kill. Narvi blinked, and he then found himself in a room whose only light source was a violet flame that danced in the darkness. The demon felt his heart skip a beat. His eyes hadn't fully adjusted to the blackness, but he could feel him. He could sense the one he had desired to see the most. His vision became whole, and he saw the man he sought after, relaxed, smoking a cigarillo. The demon didn't know if he should announce his presence, or just sit there and twiddle his thumbs. But the room that they had both occupied, the dimly lit room, the soft ground in which they both sat upon, the atmosphere was relaxed - unbearably so. "I'm really glad that I got to see you again," Narvi managed to steel his nerves so that it didn't affect his speech. He turned away from the red-head, far too shy and far too coy to attempt to establish eye contact. Word Count: 427 |
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| Yan Cass | Sep 8 2015, 10:42 PM Post #3 |
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Yan inhaled deeply, wondering what the effects a fake drug in a fake world could have. It was mind over matter wasn’t it? If he believed it had an effect it would. He could taste the chemicals and tobacco flavor and smell the soft whiff of strawberries that came from his real carefully rolled blunts. The smoke was just as choking too, there was no reason it shouldn’t effect him the same, and he quite needed it to. He felt Narvi appear beside him and he waited quietly for him to speak not yet opening his eyes. When the boy finally mustered a few words Yan shifted himself a little, taking the cigarillo in his one hand and let his other move over the boy’s. He leant his cheek on his knee and looked at him sideways, his dark eyes glowing in the light as he looked at him with a very intense stare even as his smile was soft. It was as if he was looking right through him to his core and not minding a single sight of him, no matter the bad things that turned up. ”You keep saying that,” Yan says finally looking away taking another drag of his cigarillo and turning to the fire. ”Do you know what it makes me want to do?” he asks calmly, keeping his gaze forward as if he finally had something worth hiding. He’d been quite private with him, still forgetting the boy did not even know his name, but it was hardly secretive. It had always been so simply nonchalant, glossing over the details with an easy word about something else. Now was the first time he seemed to be actively holding back, but he was asking him to find an answer. 292 / 683 |
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| Rhaemon Targos | Sep 9 2015, 12:20 AM Post #4 |
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There was an involuntary gasp as the red-head's hand swept over his own. The man's glare was intense, and it caused his cheeks to flare up. His eyes moved downward, he couldn't take looking at him anymore. The feeling was just too much to take. ”You keep saying that,” The man centered his gaze onto the violet flame which continued to flicker in the darkness. The light from the fire illuminated the man's visage and made him all the more appealing. ”Do you know what it makes me want to do?” Narvi gasped now, openly, but he tried to hide it. He hoped the red-head didn't hear him. His question was just so sudden. When the raven haired demon's mind flashed back to the brief kiss they shared, his chest began to grow tight. "I may have an idea...." He looked away from him. He still couldn't bear to look at him just yet. "But, I have a question, before we get into the...other stuff," He had a feeling that the red-head may have wanted to kiss him again, or likely even more. Narvi himself had no qualms either way, as he quite enjoyed the man's company, however, he was a curious soul, and there was one question which bothered him. "Why did you call me here?" Word Count: 227 Total Word Count: 654 |
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| Yan Cass | Sep 9 2015, 04:10 PM Post #5 |
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The boy reacted so...sweetly. It was almost too much and Yan closed his eyes again before he acted too soon. He wanted to get a response after all, and when Narvi did speak a smirk filled his face. So he wasn’t that naive. He blatantly snorts as the boy continues then takes another drag of the cigarillo. "Why did you call me here?" he finishes. He wasn’t looking at him, carefully avoiding his gaze or it might become too much for him. Really, what was this? He put the cigarette out on the ground away from them, carefully grinding the bud down so it could be relit again later out of habit. He would not likely get to it again later. He shifted his weight and moved himself over Narvi, letting his other hand take his weight and rest his fingers just touching his. His face was close and he let his nose brush against his. ”Who says the other stuff isn’t enough to call for you?” he asks before closing his eyes and closing the distance entirely so his lips grazed against his. It was a passing gesture, soft and sweet but he immediately moved again to press more firmly, forcibly parting the boy’s lips with his own. He switched his weight to the hand over Narvi’s not caring if he crushed it, and he lifted the freed one to the boy’s face. His fingers grazed his skin gingerly, trailing down over his neck as he kissed him again with no sign of stopping. His tongue passed into his mouth and there was a nip of teeth as his fingers reached Narvi’s collar bone. ”Let me show you a bit of pleasure that can come with pain,” he says softly, pulled apart just enough so he could speak and look him calmly in the eyes. His palm flattened over the boy’s bare chest and he wondered what else he had only allowed himself to do a few times, forgetting there was more to living, more to prosperity, the his strange ideals. 342 / 1000+ |
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| Rhaemon Targos | Sep 9 2015, 11:02 PM Post #6 |
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When the red-head closed the space between them, Narvi's heart couldn't help but beat faster and faster. The feeling of his nose nuzzling against his own sent shivers down his spine as well. ”Who says the other stuff isn’t enough to call for you?” Narvi knew better than that. The red-head came off as a shrewd person more or less, everything he did must have had some form of ulterior motive one way or the other. He wanted to speak, to make him tell him the real reason, but he never got the chance to. The red-head's lips grazed his own. They were soft and tender and so decisive, but Narvi wasn't ready to give in to the pleasure just yet. He wanted answers. "That couldn't have been the only reaso--" He was silenced once the man's lips pressed against his with more firmness this time, perhaps to ensure that the raven haired demon would not interrupt. He shivered under the red-head's touch, and he placed a hand on his shoulder as he contemplated pushing him away, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. His mind gave in to pleasure of it all. The taste of his tongue, the softness of his lips, the feeling of his touch, for but a moment, nothing else mattered anymore. Avenging his family, subjugating mortals, nothing. All he wanted was him, and that was frightening. ”Let me show you a bit of pleasure that can come with pain,” he seductively cooed as his hand traced Narvi's bare body. He wanted to give in, he wanted to find out what he meant, but when the pleasure became too much, when it began to conflict with his goals, he felt his head begin to burn. He gasped as it did, and it burned until an "M" brand manifested at the center of his cranium. "I...I can't..." His voice was a soft whimper. He was trying to fight it, but all the memories, all the pain, it came flooding back in waves. Narvi tried his best to control his breathing, and eventually he was able to get himself under control and cause the "M" to dissipate away. "I'm sorry...." Word Count: 363 Total Word Count: 1,017 |
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