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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]

Ooh, you know I would, crumpet. [ He gave her what could be describes as an amorous 'squeeze' seeing as he was still holding onto her. He ducked his head to give her neck a playful little nibble, having no shame in being naughty with a girl he'd been intimate with on more than one occasion. ]

I suppose I could be persuaded to graduate you from the couch to the bed~ [ Because that was a lot more fun to focus on than any sort of depressing implications her current standard of living had. ]

[moshennik]

[ She gives his shoulder a little thwap when he tries to neck her, laughing a little at the show of affection.] We aren't awkward teenagers, I'm pretty sure that if you wanted to share the bed, we could do it without it getting weird or fraught. [ The thing is, she's thinking about Barclay at the moment, worrying about him.]

But my tiny ass can fit on any couch.

[vexy]

[ The strike makes him laugh, grateful for how normal this all felt even though this situation was far from it. He was desperate for any solid ground in this crazy world and Kenzi was providing that for him in her own special way. ]

But it's so much fun to pretend we are awkward teenagers! [ He insisted with a cheeky grin while he let her go, and briefly gave the damp cheeks of her face a caress with both of his hands. His wedding ring briefly caught his eyes, but they were quick to focus back on her. ]

Couch it is then! Wanna go back now or did ya wanna grab a bite to eat here?

[moshennik]

[ She snorts at that because she remembers the movie theater roleplay he wanted to do as much as she imagines he does. Still, she smiles at him when he touches her cheeks, her expression encouraging.]

I'd like to go dry off, wouldn't you? Also we need to fix your wardrobe.

[vexy]

Are you saying I'm all wet? [ He was mock-offended, but his eyes were fond. ]

Bugger the wardrobe, this is our last shot sweetheart, didn't you hear? [ A statement that was very unlike Vex, who did his mascara perfectly even when the Garuda was breathing down his neck. ] Besides, I won't cry if I get troll blood all over this getup. [ That was a bit more like him, though. ]

C'mon. [ He took her hand and led her towards one of the buildings, to a liquor store where he'd been headed in the first place. It was still abandoned and had been gone through a multitude of times but he always seemed to find something new every time he came. ] I came into town for just the essentials, you see. [ ha ha. ]