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nexusafterdeath2019-07-27 12:20 am
azurechevalier) wrote in nexusafterdeath2019-07-27 12:20 am
I will be your deadman, with nothing but this blood on my hands—
[ It was just another day in the life of games and such.
Today, when Crow arrives in the room, he pops out of nowhere and falls to the floor...kind of ungracefully. He stands up, grumbling as he does so, and he's immediately taking off his coat because it's soaked in something from the last Mafia game he was in.
He had kind of a little accident, but it seems no one's around, so he's going to be taking his wet shirt off too...
His intention is to ask the place for a temporary new one that isn't soaked. But hey if someone walks in on him in the middle of this, that's probably not his problem, is it? ]
Today, when Crow arrives in the room, he pops out of nowhere and falls to the floor...kind of ungracefully. He stands up, grumbling as he does so, and he's immediately taking off his coat because it's soaked in something from the last Mafia game he was in.
He had kind of a little accident, but it seems no one's around, so he's going to be taking his wet shirt off too...
His intention is to ask the place for a temporary new one that isn't soaked. But hey if someone walks in on him in the middle of this, that's probably not his problem, is it? ]
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He's eager to the point of overeager, and while Rean understandably doesn't exactly make that venture yet during the kiss, Crow does, allowing his tongue to slip out.
His other hand combs through Rean's dark strands as he proceeds to probably make this more passionate than tender. Then he moves one leg free to have it around Rean - almost similar to what the other did to him earlier when they were horsing around. But less of an accident...kind of. ]
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His heart's hammering against his chest, just totally thrown off for a moment. Crow always tries to play himself off so cool... but damn, he really wants this, doesn't he? Wants Rean.
It's horribly exciting, really, knowing that he's what's got Crow so riled up.
And that means he can't let Crow throw him off for any longer. He darts out his own tongue, tangling against Crow's. He may not know what he's doing here, but fuck it – forward, relentlessly, right? He can at least try to match Crow's motions.
When he feels Crow's leg lock around him, combined with everything else, he can't help but let out a soft moan into Crow's mouth. It's not like he doesn't want this just as badly, after all...]
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Maybe that's why he feels little to no shame right now. It's all or nothing.
The sound Rean makes doesn't even need to be loud to make a spike of excitement shoot up through him, and he let's out a muffled moan of his own, losing himself to the moment.
...It's probably a very good thing they've got this place to themselves for a long while. ]
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Yeah, it's a very good thing they've got this place to themselves, because Rean isn't intending to let up on this any time soon.
He will, however, give up on being on top for the time being, if only because he wants both his hands free to roam. Doing his best not to break the kiss, Rean rolls off of Crow and tries to guide the two of them to their sides, letting their weight be supported by the pile of pillows rather than their limbs.
Once that's done, Rean squeezes Crow's hand one more time before letting go. That hand, now free, finds itself drifting up and tangling in with the ends of Crow's hair. It's still pretty damp from whatever pool misadventures he had, and cool between his fingers...
Oh, and you know what? While he's here? How about he just slips off that stupid bandana? He won't be able to see what Crow looks like without for a little bit yet, he has a feeling, but you know.]
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Crow's pretty good at going with the floor, so right as he's trying to guide them, it's a simple thing for him to follow along, and this way things are pretty much easier. It also probably prevents Rean from accidentally falling on top of Crow or something like that...
Anyway, he'll let Rean slip off the bandana. So, get treated to his partner without the silly thing for once.
He could feel himself kind of smile into the kiss almost. It's here where he pulls back, panting and face flushed, as well as catching his breath for a bit. ]
...What, you think I look more handsome without it?
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He pulls the hand in Crow's hair out only a little, to reach over and brush some of Crow's too-long bangs out of his face.]
...Haha. You could stand a haircut, but... yeah, actually. I'd say you do.
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Maybe I'll keep it this way for awhile. But I think I'm also hearing "please grow it out, beloved"?
[ The latter half of that is not what Rean said at all and he knows it.
It might also be impossible since he's dead, but it looks like he can catch cold here, so who knows. ]
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[More things that are impossible, Rean knows, and it aches faintly in his chest, but... for right now, it's just like things were. Like Rean always wanted them to be. And he's sure he'll be in double the pain when he's forced to return to his reality, but... not now.
Right now, he's going to cling to every second of this.]
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[ That's a stretch, but them goofing around brings back memories. It's almost as if he never died at all. If it weren't for the big reminder on his chest, and obvious factors, he'd probably have forgotten it in the heat of the moment himself. ]
Though let me guess, you'd say one of those right words would be 'beloved'?
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[But at that guess, Rean's smile softens.]
Got it in one, though.
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[ He leans forward to give the other a light, teasing peck on the lips. But after he pulls back, the room's decided to call him away
because I'm mean, so he begins to fade. ]...Man, what a time it's picked, huh?
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...and then all that happiness is ripped away in one fell swoop as he sees Crow's body fading.]
W-wait—! Not yet, I... [I still have so much to tell him, I'm not ready] Just a little more time, please—
[...He doesn't know if he's begging the room or Crow himself as he reaches out desperately toward Crow's increasingly incorporeal form.]
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It's alright. I'll be back—probably pretty soon, yeah?
[ He'll reach out for Rean's hand, fingers wrapping around it until—
—those go right through because he's not staying physical for long. ]
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[But it's too late. Before he knows it, that touch, however ethereal, is gone, and so is Crow.
He curls up on himself a little, squeezing his eyes shut and trying his best to bite back the pain, to keep more than a couple of desperate tears from escaping his eyes.
If Crow is gone, then soon, he will be, too. Back to the mission, back to Valimar, back to the Thors that feels so empty without everyone. But once he's back, showing weakness in front of that man may as well be a death sentence, and... well, he gives Valimar plenty of reason to worry, as it is.
Still, it hurts, to finally have something he's been so desperate for within his grasp, and yet have it ripped away again so soon. The cold, dark voice that's ever-present in the back of his mind reminds him that it was bound to happen, anyway – that he was a fool if he thought he could ever have anything close to a happy ending with, for all intents and purposes, a ghost.
And he knows it's true, but...
He'd at least wanted to get the chance to tell Crow outright that he loved him. Loves him, still.
And with that thought in his mind, he has to steel himself again as he feels himself start to fade as well. It's all he can do to hope that he's back here again "pretty soon," just like Crow said.]