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[vexy]

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

[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. ]