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Post by Nathalia on Jan 13, 2009 11:06:34 GMT -5
Finistris tangled his fingers in the Rat's thick, messy hair. It smelled of grease and musk...it smelled like him.
"Corvistowne? Odd place to be...Near the Spade Court, well that place does have its uses. Shall we set out tomorrow or in an hour or so, my Osias?" He asked giving the hair wrapped around his fingers a sharp, playful tug and leaning down to bite lightly at his lovers nose, near the Lowland mess of a wound.
He hoped dearly to head out sooner than later...he wanted his son.
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Post by Kitty on Jan 13, 2009 11:50:55 GMT -5
The feeling of fingers through hair was different then fingers through fur and the longer strands were definitely easier to be grabbed and tugged, a sensation that was familiar and enjoyable ... and it made him grin a bit more. The bite at his nose was what finally pulled a little laugh out of him, soft and amused. The blue haired Hisstor did some rather odd things sometimes but he was fine with them ... as long as he didn't touch his eyes, that was the only thing that really made him any bit uncomfortable anymore.
He's got his reasons, but I can take you straight to it. As for leaving ....
Since the other man had moved in closer he took the opportunity to do a bit more mapping with his rough fingertips, removing the hand from that beautiful blue hair to run just the tips of his fingers down the Spade's cheek and neck slowly .... so soft.
We can go whenever you'd like.
He was bloody tired but it wouldn't be the first time he lost a few days of sleep, and probably not the last either. If Finistris wished to go he wouldn't hold him back ... he'd would just need to crash eventually. |
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Post by Nathalia on Jan 13, 2009 13:29:28 GMT -5
"Reasons, I'm not used to the child reasoning." He teased, tugging the hair lightly away from the broken bone rings. "However, I am delighted to hear that you'll be able to take me to him...easily. How has he been living? Well enough with his looks, I presume?"
He gazed down at his Rat. Though he thought Osias had his own charm and hidden depths, he was not unable to realize that most Lowlanders would be up a creek without a paddle if they strayed near the Courts with their looks. Fortunate indeed that his son was as handsome as the day was long.
He raised his eyebrows at the Rat's next statement.
"I should very much like to leave withing the hour then. I apologize for my haste but you of any should know that until I see him and hear him again, I remain in pieces. Osias..." He stopped pulling and instead let his fingers run gently through the hair, pulling the other man's head into his lap. "Sleep a bit if you think you can. I'll wake you when I'm ready and you can show me where our boy is."
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Post by Kitty on Jan 13, 2009 14:02:30 GMT -5
That first response, that got a laugh out him as well.
Trust me, it surprised the hell outta me.
He took a pause to think about the next question for a moment, he didn't really know exactly, but the last time he'd saw the weasel-rat he'd look well, angry, but well.
As far as I know he's doing rather well. At the very least he had nothing new to whine about last I saw him.
Oh how he hated it when the mix went on and on about things that he didn't give a damn about. And, sadly, the boy's voice wasn't in his spectrum of sounds that he could effectively block out and put on ignore so he heard every word of it. Although not having to see him on a daily basis had definitely made his company a little less abrasive.
As much as he liked the rougher side of the Hisstor, he also enjoyed those little moments where the man showed his gentler side. His present appreciation grew the more his beloved spoke. He curled up a bit, enjoying the closeness and warmth of his lover.
He'll be rather happy to see you again, he always ask about you. But ... I'd prepare myself for some incredibly childish reaction from him if I were you ...
Now that the idea had been put into his head he found he was far more tired then he initially thought and found his eyes drifting closed almost immediately after he'd finished speaking. He was a paranoid creature but for now he felt entirely safe and comfortable. Sleep came easy and quickly ... Finistris was here and nothing was able to bother him ... not now.
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Post by Nathalia on Jan 13, 2009 16:22:33 GMT -5
He loved the Rat's laugh, raspy and guttural, but so true. Just for him, all for Finistris.
"Childish reactions are the least of my concerns," He murmured, stroking up and down Osias's face and hair. "I've missed it enough that the scene should be endearing regardless."
He watched his Lowlander fall asleep, treasuring the way his mouth twitched and the incredible sense of trust. They were of one mind, he and Osias, damned be any fool who thought to come between them.
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Within two hours, he was roughly pulling the rat to his feet, murmuring in his ear as they headed out the door under the cover of twilight. He knew how to get a quick carriage, his other half had shown him how on multiple occasions, money or no.
They were soon being dropped off about half a mile outside of the palace, Finistris had clung to his Osias the entire ride, one hand digging into the flesh of the Rat's arm in eager anticipation as he watched the scenery breeze by. "Where do we go then, my dear? I want to see him now."
His son was close! His Morpheus, was so near, he needed to see him before his heart burst from the need. The clan, his family, his home, was wherever they were, he had half where before he'd had none.
Soon he would be whole again.
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Post by Kitty on Jan 13, 2009 16:41:40 GMT -5
As much trust as he had in Finistris being pulled to his feet before he was even the slightest bit awake was alarming and he jumped, feeling an short but sudden rush of panic and adrenaline and fought blindly with whatever it was that was pulling at him, he couldn't see and his mind was still fuzzy. He stopped and, instead of hindering the man's attempt to get him up and going, he went along with it, he remembered who was waking him up now ... but he was rather certain the Hisstor would understand.
He was actually thankful for the tugging because it guided him through the door and out into the night as he brought his hands up to remove the goo from his eyes so he could open them. He'd had to deal with this all his life and it was another reason he often skipped out on sleep, he did not enjoy having his eyes crusted closed upon waking.
During the ride there he attempted to bring some sort of contentment to the man by lightly tracing a fingertip over the hand that had hails digging into his arm. As much as he really didn't wish to have Morpheus around he was looking forward to it because it would make Finistris happy, and that was all that really mattered to him. Besides, with his father to distract him he was hoping the younger Lowland queen would leave him be for the most part ...
He flashed the King a smile and took his hand and lead him silently through the streets that he knew rather well, taking him around several turns and streets that seemed to look almost exactly the same before stopping by one in particular and releasing the hand he'd captured but not before giving it an affectionate squeeze. He backed off, still grinning and gestured toward the door with a hand.
I'll let you do the honors, m'dear.
He put a little of his diamond charm into the term of endearment, hoping to put a little more endearment into it that way. |
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Post by Nathalia on Jan 14, 2009 16:31:55 GMT -5
Finistris enjoyed being led through the streets by the hand. He had never seen his Osias quite like this before...he thought the Rat might even be laying on a little bit of the Diamond charm. He didn't mind, it simply made him more endearing. He would take it for now, but later he would want a bit more of his lover's mean streak before the candy coating sickened him. For now though, he would enjoy it like a fresh mug of chocolate.
He felt the fingers moving lightly over the rest of his hand and let his own play back. His free hand drifting up to the fresh cut under his chin that he had received that morning from the rude awakening he had given his lover. The look on him when he had flown immediately into fight...it was delicious. It truly was, the sting, the blood, the flash of vicious teeth and long fingernail. He loved it all.
"Then the honors I shall incur, love." The Hisstor murmured, brushing his lips lightly against the Rat's cheek before turning to the door, and knocking.
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Post by Kitty on Jan 14, 2009 17:03:14 GMT -5
The brush of lips against his cheek made him smile, but it only lasted until Finistris moved to knock on the door. He knew the mix would take a ridiculously long time to answer, or ignore it all together under normal circumstances .... but he knew exactly how to get him to open it quickly, especially since he knew that Morpheus would be angry with him still. Well, that and it was just fun to get the boy to bristle his fur and flash his fangs.
He dropped his charm entirely, fixed a sneer on his face and spoke loud enough so that the weasel-rat would be able to hear him and know whose voice it was.
Open the damn door rot for brains.
Mo was bored, oh so very, very bored. He was presently draped over a chair, twitching his tail and debating whether or not to go out tonight. After all he was already clean, dressed, had his hair half up and tied with his ribbon so .... why not? At the very least he could sneak over to the Spade Court and surprise Aphasia ... but that seemed a little to easy tonight, especially since the otter left his window cracked just for him.
He heard a knock on the door, an unfamiliar one at that, and he turned his presently upside down gaze over to the door and began to ponder whether or not it'd be worth answering. And then there was a familiar, aggravating voice on the other side and he instantly rolled off the chair, landed on his feet and all but ran to answer it, ready to give that bloody rat the tongue lashing of a lifetime!
He flipped the locks and pulled the door open quickly, fur bristled, ears back and terribly angry look on his face despite the blankness of his silver eyes. He lifted a hand and pointed a clawed finger at Finistris' face.
You g-
He paused, realizing that the person who he was directing his anger at wasn't a bipedal rat, it was a human ... and the presence of a second human registered in the back of his mind, a look of confusion crossing his features briefly before realization hit. And as soon as it did that when he made a move to pounce the blue haired man, a happy little trill escaping his maw. If this wasn't who he thought it was well, he'd just have to come up with a way to make this ... not awkward.
[[ Note: He's in bi-ped n.n ]]
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Post by Nathalia on Jan 29, 2009 19:30:47 GMT -5
The voice, even though it was uttering insults meant for his mate, made Finistris want to tear the damn door down. His fingers twitched slightly as he waited through the sound of flipping locks, wanting to dig his nails into his Rat, but also wanting to be free for when the door finally opened, his breath caught in a small hitch as it was pulled back sharply.
The look on that face.
The face itself, it had been so long, he hadn't realized how much of it he had forgotten, and what of that had changed. "Morph-!" was all he managed before the tall, purple garbed Biped literally swept him off his feet in a tight hug. His eyes widened slightly as something in his head clicked and he felt his muscles relax.
Home...homehomehome.
He was home! This was his ultimate reality, his arms managed to wriggle their way out from under his son's and he wrapped them tightly around the long neck, burying his face in the fur. "Morpheus! Morpheus, my son, for the love of life, it's good to see you." His voice cracked on the last word, and he hastily bit down on his lip to stop himself saying more. At least, not until he'd gotten that under control.
He tried to grope behind him with one arm and reach for Osias, attempting to bring him into the embrace. Damn it all! He didn't care if anyone saw them or not! They should be happy to view something this rare!
As rare as their family. He inhaled the scent of the fur, was that cologne? Gods, his son! His Morpheus! All grown and as beautiful as he could have hoped. He hurriedly brought his shoulder up and crammed the side of his face against it. Gods...tears now? Just the one.
He had never felt this way before.
Comparing anything else to this...
he had never felt before.
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Post by Kitty on Jan 29, 2009 20:38:16 GMT -5
The partial utterance of his name was all he needed for this particular person's identity to be confirmed and when it was he tightened the hug, clawed fingertips coming into play as well. His tail curled up into it's happy shape as every ounce of negativity slipped away from his mind. His father was free, he was here, he was just as happy to see him as he was to see the blue haired man and that's all that really mattered at this present point in time.
By the Queens and all their ancestors I've missed you!
He arched his neck just so he could dip his head down and nuzzle it against his father's ... he was just... so damned happy that he'd also entirely forgotten about the shorter human until he was pulled in as well.
Osias was perfectly content to stand back and watch whilst fighting the grin that tugged at the corners of his mouth. Apparently the cheer from the duo in front of him was infectious.
However, he was not expecting to be pulled into this .... display, but gave in without much of a fight. If his love was this happy, he'd do nothing to dampen that mood and played along, bringing his arms up to curl one around each of them. And, even though he'd been reluctant to partake in this display it was actually, well... it touched a part of him he hadn't had any contact with in what seemed like a lifetime.
Morpheus was more then thrilled, but he was also aware of the fact that Finistris probably wouldn't want to be toted around and finally set him down. He then turned his attention briefly to the shorter of the two and reached out to mess up his hair even more, getting a huff and a few swats in return.
He snickered a bit and made a gesture with a hand toward the door.
Do come in for a bit, we have catching up to do!
The inside was decorated with a rather... Torquehelm color scheme of black and purple, complete with touches of silver and a few remnants of that stupid mirror stuck in the walls as well. It was ... kind of a pretty effect os he'd simply left them there.
[[ If any part of this does not make sense... please feel free to ask... being sick isn't generally... good for posting coherently <3 ]] |
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