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Characters: Vex & you
Summary: It's been 20 days since Vex arrived in Xistentia, and nobody has seen or heard from Mark in all this time (for you animal-types, his scent is completely faded from Vex by now). It may be time to broach the subject or just hang out with the obviously in-denial fae. If you're a stranger to Vex, or don't know him that well, you may want chill with him on his beach-view porch, he's got cold beers. Ping thefacelessevil if you want a special starter.
Date(s): June 18th, or dates approximately around then.
Warnings/Notes: death is a prevalent subject, some smut.



OPTION I

Vex's native look hadn't changed much since he first arrived, mainly because it was easier to hand-wash one set of clothes rather than a full wardrobe. He wasn't particularly in the mood to be vain, anyway. His routine hadn't varied much as he still felt more than a little overwhelmed and lost, as such he would go into town for supplies, occasionally scout the area, but in the late afternoons he'd watch the sunset in one of his porch chairs and a cold beer in hand.

He could see him out there in the sand, Mark had always loved the beach. Whether he was running around as a panther or a fae, kicking his feet in the waves, or relaxing in the hot sand, Vex saw him as if he were real. He never tried to go out to interact with the visions, he had a feeling he would spoil them or, even worse, they would disappear- like he had in the portal less than a second after Vex lost his grip on his hand.

If he was greeted while in this state it make take him a moment to hear or see, as he was so lost in this fantasy world that reality was very difficult to grasp. His daemon sat by the edge of the deck, a black short-haired cat with unnatural blue eyes which peered out at the ocean.

OPTION II

It was raining, but Vex did his shopping despite the weather. At least it was warm rain, though without an umbrella it soaked his clothes and made his flip-flops sound rather squishy as he walked. He didn't seem to care how much water he was tracking inside the buildings, even though which now had proper shopkeepers. Feel free to scold him for being so careless, or perhaps help him gather supplies.

Even better, offer him a drink and he may actually open up for more than only smalltalk.

OPTION III

Choose your own adventure! Vex can be encountered almost anywhere and he's always got his daemon with him, so go wild if you wish.

Comments

[vexy]

Mmm, that's it, love... [ It was fortunate for Vex that pet names were more second-nature to him than actual names, lest he be on the receiving end of a jealous lover- That was a game he only played when someone's teeth wasn't quite so close to his prick.

Welcome home, he thought to himself as he lashes fluttered and he sighed. It was nice, the muffled sounds of kisses and licking beneath the linen blanket, the distant echo of waves lapping on the shore. It was easy to forget reality like this, splayed out and relaxed, easy to get hard within the confines of a loving mouth.

Then he inhaled deeply, a breath which resembled someone who was fighting back a sob. His arm rose to drape over his eyes, the sting hurt, as did the invisible wound in his chest. As quickly as he began to harden, he started to go soft. ]

[pillz]

[the cock in kavinsky's mouth deflates and it's a bit like!! taking a dog away from a bone. if he had prehensile ears, they'd droop down in puzzlement on the sides of his head. dworr? nyuu? but luckily, kavinsky doesn't take it personally. he's soggy and cold and vex has had a very hard time, after all. one hard time does not necessarily lead to the other.

he picks himself up. pulls the blanket back with one tattooed hand, blinking out into the wan light of vex's bedroom, his hair disheveled like a marsh hag from an old fairytale coming out into the sunlight. (though he does have much better teeth than your average hag; it was indeed rather good luck that vex hadn't accidentally called out a name other than kavinsky's own.)] Hey. [and that's his voice too. familiar, but not unkind. he blinks down at vex's face, scuffs blunt nails over his ribs. crawls up closer, like a cat trying to knead on their beloved.

vex has a lot of cat metaphors or analogues going on in his life, albeit less so now than before.]

Shhhhh. [he doesn't try to kiss him, just fiddling with vex's pale body.]

[vexy]

[ There was a voice with a sexy accent, but it less Canada and more Jersey Shore. Somehow that was a relief, only because it meant he wasn't getting head from a ghost (though it wouldn't be the first time). He tried to suppress his trembles but the way his hands quivered as he reached for him was a giveaway, though they stilled when he pulled Kavinsky up into his arms.

He held him close, more than a little desperate, his lips against the top of his mop of messy hair. Why was he wet? Oh, it was raining outside. Why was he even there? He had Aric, and that sexy fellow with the beak, he didn't need to be there with the miserable lump known as Vex. Whatever, he wasn't going to question it because he was too grateful for the company.

His throat caught on words, even something as simple as a 'hey' in return. He needed to calm down first, and a good way to do that was to roll them over and dip down to kiss at those puffy lips as their legs tangled together. ]

tw suicide joke

[pillz]

[since eudio, kavinsky has been on a strange journey of self-discovery, and often those discoveries about himself are important in relation to others. such as this novel, giving a fuck when somebody is a slobbering mess and clutching you in the middle of a bed. kavinsky feels his heart squeeze painfully inside his chest, and his damp, chilly head get a little warm patch where vex was breathing on him.

he's never seen vex like this. and somewhere in his heart of hearts, he knows why. but there is no wisdom in his heart that suggests it'd be wise to talk about it now. kavinsky's never been good at talking about anything, not really. his tattooed fingers tighten around vex's waist and he kisses the faerie back, his mouth just slightly open, his tongue unintrusive, milder than the messes they've made before.]

When I'm sad sometimes I set myself on fire, [he says against vex's mouth, looking at his face.] If you wanna do that, I'm real good at it. I'll help a brother out.

[vexy]

[ Vex had a sick sense of humor, it's why he got along with Kavinsky so well. He didn't even blink when he made that joke after a bit of snogging, but he did smile and a faint chuckle managed to escape. When he spot his voice was low, intimate but also sad. ]

I'm alright. I'm not in the fire-setting stage, anyway. What about you, luv? How are you handling this hellhole with your beefy and beaky studs?

[ Because deflection was so much easier than talking about his problems, even when he was naked and pressing Vin down into his bed, so close that the tip of their noses brushed together with even slight movements. ]

[pillz]

[kavinsky laughs-- small and light but pretty genuine for all that. it suits him, to be reminded that multiple dudes are down to fuck. that could not possibly ever be a bad thing, whether or not there was an apocalypse. beaky. that's a good way to describe murphy's stupid li'l baby face.

and then he subsides after a moment. peering up at vex through eyes that-- usually don't get this big and starry, not even in bed, not with anyone. he would rather like to be fucked right now, but he can do without it, just looking up at the faerie's pale cheeks and the curly bracket of his moustache, the tiny tattoo under his eye. he likes vex's bed. he isn't sure if it's just because vex is in it.] Fucking peachy. Got booze, dick. Already got some people on a barter payment plan to get cars.

[he wraps a tattooed finger around vex's ear, tugs gently. he decides that it's kind of okay, pretending this is how they are. talking in the semi-darkness, clothes on, no booze out, no dicks out, just-- talking.] Raf's asking for shit, too. Gonna help him and Axel with their blood habit.

[vexy]

[ It was a cute laugh and Vex wasn't the sort to notice those sorts of things. Who cared about laughs when you were always neck-deep in some sort of trouble, or when there were more important things to focus on like getting off? However, neither of those things were on Vex's mind right now despite the fact that he was starkers up against Vin's clothed body.

Cute laugh, with a cute human attached to it, who had cute fingers that were tugging at his ear for no reason. He wrinkled his nose as if to pretend he was annoyed by it, but he wasn't. It made him miss Mo, it made him miss... ]

Bugger, I was hoping to drive Rafa crazy by showing up with Axel's fang marks in my neck. [ This was the sort of vicious plot that he'd normally announce with a lot of vim and teeth, but not tonight. His energy was sapped and he just wanted to be with Vin without normal Vex-levels of animation and inflection. ]

You can dream up anything, huh? [ He moved this time, just his arm, to set his index finger on the spot between Vin's eyebrows. ] Whatever you can picture in that pretty head o' yours?

[pillz]

[i want everyone to know that kavinsky's heart is banging pots and pans around in his chest right now. it's fucking adolescent. he tries not to squirm; he tries not to hold too still, his eyes crossing slightly as he tries to follow vex's finger into his forehead. it is rare that kavinsky ever really wants to please or comfort somebody. rare like an eclipse. an ice age. those carnivorous shit flowers that bloom once a decade. all that matters is that it's happening now.]

Almost, [he admits.] Eudio reps kind of cut my dream balls off a little bit. Maybe just the one. I'm operating with a half-sack, is all.

[his eyes uncross. he looks at vex's pale, oddly somber face. and then he puts his hands on vex's ass, sliding them under the blanket until they're seated comfortably over each white cheek. he's warmer under his clothes than he should be, even with the blankets.] What do you want, sweetheart?

[vexy]

That Eudio bollocks still carried with ya? When I got here my mesmer came back full power. They really gave it to you good, huh? [ The tip of his finger slowly grazed down the bridge of his nose until it reached the tip. When his ass was touched his dark lashes fluttered and the finger fell to the young man's lips. ]

Mmm... honestly, luv? I dunno. A year ago I would've said power, absinthe bottle service, fairy dust off a nymph's naughty bits. Now? [ All he really wanted was Mark, but there was no need to whine about something that was impossible. He wasn't in the mood for it, not when Vin had him feeling so warm. His sigh was soft and voice even lower than before. ]

Now I suppose I just don't wanna sleep alone.

[pillz]

I'll sleep with you.

[the words come out in a rush. childishly eager. it makes kavinsky seem younger than he wants to be, and he gets self-conscious the next instant, lapsing into silence, rubbing his tattooed fingers fretfully on vex's shoulder. and also on vex's butt. his eyes go around everywhere, finding inspiration for some way to redeem himself from this embarrassing instant of sincerity, before they come back to the faerie's face.] I can make you pills or some shit. Shut your dreams down.

Grow your balls back. Whatever you want-- I could make it for you. [he seems to be addressing vex's nose, a little avoidant of the other man's eyes, despite how difficult that is considering-- their faces are rather near, at the moment.]

[vexy]

[ He could have questioned that, said 'what about horseman', but Vex was a selfish creature so he didn't. Instead he nodded slightly with a faint, crooked grin. ]

Alright. Sleep with me then.

[ He was greedy and wanted to make sure Vin slept with him every night... he supposed it would have to make it worth his while. So, he dipped his head down to kiss him- slow with warm movements of his lips, the sort of kiss that felt more like love than lust.

Vex didn't know about needing pills or anything like that, but needing Vin? That he understood. ]

cw homophobic language

[pillz]

[it's probably a good thing, that eudio had taught kavinsky that when he was chasing sex, he'd been looking for love. and when he'd pursued ronan out of lust, he had actually wanted so much more.

most of the time, it's a good thing to know what you want.

but kavinsky kisses vex back, feels his heart twist with almost painful happiness in his chest, and this is definitely— trouble. lots of signs, but he ignores them, willfully, clinging to the fuzzy tactile print that vex's beard leaves on his chin, the dry comfort in the narrow space between blankets. it feels like if he breathes too hard he might break it, so he's careful. he's careful too, not to seem too careful. reopening his eyes after the kiss with a lazy blink.]

Only if you're gonna guarantee this faggotry isn't contagious.

[it totally is shut up kavinsky]

ftb? <3

[vexy]

Mm, sorry love. You've already caught it.

[ And as if to prove that point, he gave him several more kisses and almost cocooned him in the bed with him. Tight, secure and snug: that's where Vinnys currently belonged.

For now, that troublesome boy was his. He shouldn't be, but he was. ]