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I was executed!
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Post by Deleted on Oct 31, 2014 16:31:21 GMT
A finger – long and polished – grazed along the chapped surface of Indra’s mouth. As he stroked, so did his dusty reflection. Such solitude, such quietude. Alone yet not lonely. His hand retreated from his mouth and rested atop a long-discarded vanity. He watched. There was an abundance of jewelry, of brushes and other accessories. Golden lipstick cases and ashen pencils… They were the treasures left behind by those who’ve occupied this house long before Indra even had – and those who have recently been relaxing here as well. Out of curiosity, he summoned a round compact and commenced with dabbing at its contents then smearing it against the unders of his eyes. An attempt to cover his markings, his gems, which appeared to be futile. ’I look like them, don’t I?’And yet not quite. Indra levitated from his seat ¬– sinking down into the floor boards from one floor to another till he rested on the tatami of an already occupied room. There was a man there with his back turned to him. Seemingly unaware and engrossed by the flickering flame of the desk-lamp’s light. So without a second thought, Indra crept closer to this figure and wrapped both arms around the other man’s shoulders. He then buried his nose into the crook of this man’s neck. “Won’t you keep me company for the night?” MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS & THQ |
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Post by Dew on Nov 1, 2014 2:52:42 GMT
He was so tired and so worn. Actually, Simon had dropped all his defenses for the night and was trying to relax. He really just needed to rest and sleep, but he felt lonely. His Pokemon weren't really keeping him company. Marlo had settled down on a small Pokemon bed and had went to sleep, the Espurr assuming Simon would be fine. It was rare the mercenary got to relax like this. Usually he was so stressed and constantly on guard. He knew he shouldn't be letting his guard down so much, and he should go home, but Kai had been busy with Ranger work and Simon had had so many back to back missions the past few nights. It was wearing him out. So thus his loneliness and his tiredness.
Thankfully the shower helped him to relax his tense muscles and clean some of the wounds he got from the last few missions. Simon had heard he would have a few more coming up but he could relax for one night without any disturbances, right? After the shower, he only got into his sweatpants, wrapping up his chest to help the many small cuts and gashes heal. He ran a hand through his drying hair, wondering if he should do a check of the room for any hidden weapons or contraptions, or just go right to bed and sleep until he naturally woke up. He could feel the stinging in his eyes and the sore aching in his muscles, as if they were begging him to just lay down and rest.
His eye patch was off, which already made him feel more exposed, but he couldn't sleep in it. Got too scratchy, you know. Besides, he had to keep both eyes working, and keeping one covered most of the time ended up weakening it, so he needed a few hours of it uncovered. The sudden voice and arms wrapping around him had Simon tensing, his fingers twitching to get to his knives, only to remember he had taken every weapon he had off. Damn. He didn't attack, or struggle, he just stood still, his heart pumping blood faster through his veins. He felt exposed without his weapons, but especially without his eye patch. He blushed softly and kept quiet, looking away, praying this was just a delusion. he was just so tired. He wasn't against cuddling, well, he was a cuddler in his sleep anyway.
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I was executed!
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2014 3:10:57 GMT
So mischievous, yet so pleased – a subtle smile swept across his ashen countenance. The tensing muscles and stiffening shoulders warmed this embrace, but this one had little desire to remain in place. He released his fellow whilst keeping ghostly fingers trailing to the other’s elbow, till he managed to swoop around and be face-to-face, chest-to-chest. Their noses even connected after a second hesitation. “Why do you say nothing,” the intruder inquired in a low tone. “I can stay or I can go.” And as this one said these things, he offered affection by gingerly grazing their noses together. TAGGING Dew ; MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS & THQ |
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