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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.

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OPTION II

[moshennik]

[ Kenzi Malikov does things at her own pace, she marches to the beat of her own drum, she's a free spirit. Which is all code word for she does whatever the fuck she wants. Of course, she hadn't exactly chosen to arrive later than most of the people here.

But here she is, in all her Kenzi!Fae glory, looking a bit ridiculous in the clothes she arrived in. She'd managed to steal an oversized umbrella because like hell she was ruining her boots more than she already had. Plus Meow Meow was a fussy bitch of a raccoon (he was a boy but whatever).

She was searching the city, exploring and crossing her fingers that she'd find someone she knew, four people in particular but with no such luck. But she was back in being stealth mode because this place wasn't cuddle city and she still didn't know who or what she could trust. That she wasn't sure how this place would react to a newly minted Fae, such as herself.

Needless to say, when she saw him, she did a double take. Mostly because--] Flip Flops? [ She says out loud with a clicking noise of disapproval.] Vex, please tell me you're not wearing flip flops.

[ Oh hai, Vex. Your BFF has arrived. ]

[vexy]

[ Those clothes were like a breath of fresh hair to Vex, stylish and rebellious, the perfect combo attached to a girl that he didn't realize how much he'd missed until he was faced with her. His heart nearly leapt into his throat as he croaked in surprised. ]

Kenz...? [ Vex couldn't cry, but his face was already appropriately damp as he swept her up into an uncharacteristically tight, and soaking wet, bear-hug. Deal with it, he was a bit clingy. ] Forget the flip flops, look at you! [ He said with a laugh as he leaned back and got a look at her, all healthy and flawless. ] Ugh, you bitch, I hate you, even your mascara looks flawless. Have you only been here for a few hours or what?

[moshennik]

[ If this was any other moment or any other person, she'd tell him to mind the leather but this is Vex and even without talking to him, she could sense something was off. If only because he was walking in the rain and wearing fucking flip flops. Something was seriously wrong here.

She lets him hug her and she hugs back, feeling utter relief in finding at least one of her people. Now if she could find Bo-Bo or Barclay, she'd be happy as a clam considering Mark was probably here with Vex, right? Right?

Smirking at his compliment, she shakes her head.] About thirty hours, actually.... Trying to get the lay of the land and well... find your ass. [ She looks at him.] Except now I'm not sure if I should pretend to know you considering this ensemble... [ She waves her hand at him as best she can in her position.]

The last thing I remember was... well chaos and then getting brought here. [Her brow furrows and those blue eyes of her narrow.] And yet... you seem all.... settled here, what's going on...? [ The Fae announcement can wait a little longer.]

[vexy]

[ Right. Yes. Mark was totally here, Kenzi. Don't worry about it. ]

I've been here for twenty days, you're bloody lucky I'm not shaggy and trotting around naked like an episode of Survivor. [ He was well trimmed at least, despite the silver in his goatee. ] Uh, short version of the story is everywhere is being attacked and this is the oasis where we're supposed to fight it from. Or rebuild our worlds, or something. It's a lot and I wish Bo was here so she could figured this all out for us. [ He groaned with a deep grimace. ] Maybe she'll be like you and show up fashionably late.

The creatures we got have most of the deets, when they feel like giving them to us. [ His daemon had been walking beneath the eves of the buildings to avoid the rain, but pounced over so it could rub its sleek kitty body up against Kenzi's leg in a typical cat-greeting. ]

[moshennik]

[ She doesn't bother hiding her disappointment upon hearing that Bo isn't here. How could she not be upset that her best friend isn't here.]

Yeah, well, Meow Meow is an asshole. [ Which is to say he hasn't given her much information beyond the basics. She glares at her daemon as he's digging through a nearby trash bin, happily munching on whatever he finds.] Trash panda! [ She calls out before looking at Vex.]

Is anyone else here? Are you-- [ She glances down at the cat that rubs at her legs before looking up at him.] Are you okay? Because... I meant it. Flip flops and shorts that aren't leather or showing off your ass...?

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[mordacita]

[ Rafa is walking along the beach towards Vex's house. He's barefoot and his shoes are dangling in one hand. The clothes he's found here are far from his usual fare, but he's making do. His daemon is trotting gracelessly along beside him, in part because the sand keeps wrongfooting it, and in part because Jessie the umbreon keeps trying to pounce on it. She gives that up only when she sees Vex's cat daemon in the distance, and then off she goes to hunt it instead. Rafa can't even blame her for disliking them. He ignores this playing around and goes up to sit beside Vex, who is staring into space.

Vex has been morose for days. Rafa has been careful about mentioning it, or his suspicions regarding the reasons behind it. Back in Eudio, Vex had never been away from Mark for very long. The panther's scent had always been on him, but here it's been diminishing every day since they arrived - and despite Rafa coming to the beach house often, he hasn't managed to catch Mark's scent anywhere else. He stays quiet for a moment, waiting for Vex to acknowledge him or at least move, in some way. Then he sighs, and reaches over to touch his hand. ]

If you are going to keep ignoring me, I am going to get a complex. Vex, my love.

[ Rafa moves closer, then chews his lip, and physically lifts Vex's arm to slide beneath it. He curls in against his chest, arms wrapping around his waist. ]

[vexy]

That's what you named that ruddy thing? [ Either 'meow meow' or 'trash panda' was very Kenzi, but either way he made a face. ] Yeah, a handful of my Eudio friends are here besides myself and Mark. [ It was amazing how he could say something like that without even hesitating, twenty days was a long time to perfect his lie. ]

I'm not about to fight the beasties here in my good clothes because, yes, there are a lot of beasties. You bring that sword of yours? It'll come in handy. And to answer the first question no I am not okay, why would I be okay? I saw paradise crumble down around me, we barely escaped with our lives 'n we were dumped in a place with more bugs than a South American swamp!

[moshennik]

[ She doesn't even question whether or not Mark is here, Vex without Mark doesn't seem like a possibility so she just looks relieved when he confirms that Mark is around. And she'll have to see which of Vex's friends are here later, right now she needs to focus on what he's saying about monsters.]

No, no sword but I've got something better. [ But he goes on, she keeps the news to herself a bit longer as she frowns.] I don't want to think about what happened to anyone else who got left behind. [ Like Bo or--] Have you seen Barclay?

[vexy]

[ By the time Rafa arrived, Vex had finished off his third beer and was relaxing in his hammock. As a result, he suddenly had a armful of unexpected vampire but that wasn't an unwelcome development. The strong material swayed slightly with the additional weight, but it was as easy and relaxing as a summer breeze.

His head tilted so he could press his cheek against the top of Rafa's head, his eyes closing as he breathed in. Quietly, he replied. ] Sorry darling, my mind was somewhere else. Hello, then.

[ Meanwhile, Hexd was more than pleased to play a came of cat-and-mouse with Rafa's umbreon, so at least the "animals" could entertain each other. ]

[vexy]

Barclay? [ Who the hell is-- ] Oh! Sven! Nah, but I haven't been looking. Sorry, luv, I've been been so caught up in my own shit. [ Which wasn't unusual for Vex, his priority was typically himself. ]

We'll have a look 'round, or ask the daemons if he's here yet. I think everybody left behind gets stuck until we rebuild the world or something, I'm not entirely sure. Either way, they'll be alright if we do our jobs here. What have you got that's better than a sword then?

[mordacita]

[ Hammocks have never looked all that comfortable to Rafa. There's something precarious about the way they swing, and for all that they can be made to look nice with blankets, he can't see that they do anything an ordinary bed would not. With Vex, though, he might be minded to reverse that opinion. This is nice, and he finds himself snuggling closer. He pushes a kiss against his faerie's chest and then settles, letting Vex lean on him. His hands stroke idly over his sides. ]

Hello, tesoro.

[ Rafa's unicorn has settled beside them, and gone into a kind of sleep mode. Jessie keeps chasing the cat daemon around. She seems pleased to have found someone who actually plays.

Rafa lets the quiet stretch for a few moments. Then, softly, he says: ]

Mark is not here, is he?

[moshennik]

[ Kenzi isn't great at hiding her disappointment about Barclay either but it doesn't matter, maybe he's still around here. If Vex hasn't seen him, that doesn't mean that her man isn't still here. She tucks her hope away in some pocket of her heart for now, focusing on dropping the Fae bomb instead.

She takes a little step back before she turns her head towards Meow Meow or more specifically, the trash bin he's trying to climb into. It's not graceful by any means but she moves to whistle and instead of it being something average, it's powerful, a siren's whistle and the brief burst of sound is enough to knock the trash bin and the daemon over.]

option iii (nsfw, lmk if not ok!)

[pillz]

[at some point, kavinsky had noticed. maybe because of tender care and concern for one of his most treasured friends. maybe because he's in love. maybe because of some mercenary, selfish point where these two things meet, make chemical reaction, combust in blue fire, promising to leave nothing but black marks and a bad smell someday. but today, it's what keeps kavinsky warm.

it's raining when he steps into vex's home. takes the stairs up, easily navigating the rustic hallways and marine colors, unzipping his jacket as he goes, fingering the water from his ungelled hair.

kavinsky knows better than to startle the pale body under the covers, so he says,] Hey, babe, [from the doorway before stepping out of his shoes. the redistribution of his weight creaks the mattress, but it's muffled by his damp head poking under the blankets, the warm puff of exhaled air going under crisp linen and flushing the meet of vex's thighs, then the shy-- well, not shy— trace of tongue on his cock, the heat at odds with the chilly prickle of secondhand moisture clinging to kavinsky's skin, even the gaunt cliff of his cheekbone, nuzzling vex's lower belly. hello. hello.]

[vexy]

[ Treasure? He didn't really feel like one, more like an old sack that had been washed ashore and left in the sun to bake. Weathered and torn, yet Rafa still adored him. Vex couldn't understand why, a part of him didn't want to because it was too much to comprehend. Still, he held him like a fae who wasn't about to let him go for the world.

Then in six words his heart was frozen. He was quiet and unmoving, eyes still closed, he listened for the familiar sound of Mark's laugh above the soft rush of the waves. It was there, wasn't it? ... wasn't it?

He didn't reply. ]

[mordacita]

[ The lack of an answer is answer enough. Rafa lets out a breath, and carefully tightens his hold. He knows what Mark means to Vex. Mark is everything; Mark is who he loves, a love so great that no one can match it. Not for Vex. Rafa could try and try, and still fall short. He lets his eyes closed. ]

It is like with Hunter, and Dick. He did not arrive. He has not been with you since Eudio, since that is the last time his scent was strong. I am sorry, Vex. So sorry.

[ Rafa presses against him, cheek to his chest. He'll give what comfort he can, even if it isn't enough. It's the best he can do, for now. ]

[vexy]

[ The shock on his face was more than a little obvious, the way his jaw dropped was almost cartoonish. The power was familiar, undeniable, and definitely nothing Kenzi should have unless-- ]

You got your reward! [ He almost whooped the words as he grabbed her to spin her around in an exuberant embrace- happiness which he hadn't been able to feel in a long time. This might have made the umbrella go flying, but he didn't pay attention to that sort of thing- the rain seemed to be letting up a little anyway, it slowed to a drizzle. ]

You're a flippin' fae!

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[hasitsthorns]

Those are some sad sounding flippy-floppys, [ comes a familiar voice from one of the shops he's carelessly tracking water through. Other people seem a little annoyed, but Rose doesn't pay it much mind. There are more important things to adress here than a clean-up on aisle four. ]

Didn't take you as a flip-flop sorta guy, honestly, but you still manage to make them work. [ And she knows why he's wearing them, why he seems less than his usual on point self these days. Rain masks scents but Mark's had been gone long before it started falling. She doesn't want to point it out, however. It doesn't feel like her place. She can try to be a friend though without saying it, she hopes. ]

Since you're here, let me buy you some wine to make up for the bottle I snatched when we first arrived. What do ya' say?

[moshennik]

[ The umbrella flipped slightly inside out and then tumbled to the ground. Her eyes flutter and her smile widens a bit until he puts her down and the rain falls down upon them both now.]

That's me. [ She says smugly.] Although I'm pretty far from an expert with my powers. I've broken a few windows.

[vexy]

[ Vex was quiet for awhile after Rafa spoke. It seemed as though he might never speak about this subject, but he found he was able to confide in Rafa. Perhaps because he lost Hunter in a similar way? ]

We were in the portal together. I couldn't hang onto him...

[ His voice sounded dead, completely devoid of any emotion or tone. ]

Sometimes I see him and hear him. Sometimes I feel his arms around me when I'm trying to sleep.

damn right it is <3

[vexy]

[ Vex didn't sleep much nowadays, mostly he was in-and-out of consciousness. Sometimes he was so delirious that he actually felt Mark's arms around him, which helped him to drift for at least a few hours. When he woke up he was alone which wasn't a pleasant feeling after sharing a bed with someone for so long. He was nearly drifted off by the time he felt a presence in the room.

His eyes opened slightly as he heard the zipper of a jacket, thinking instinctively that Mark was home after his shift at Pandemonium. He was too tired to think about how it'd been more than a month since Pan closed and he wasn't even in Eudio and the voice wasn't quite right anyway. Then his energy perked up when he felt the swipe of a warm tongue on his neglected cock. Neglected in that he hadn't took himself in hand since he got there, taking sex when it was offered but he didn't go out of his way to chase it. ]

Oooh... [ He exhaled softly and spread his legs, willing and pleased as his limp dick quickly began to rise. ] Oh, hello there... yes, please.

[vexy]

Nobody makes flip-flops work, darling. [ He responded wryly, knowing better than most that the choice in footwear was atrocious, he just didn't give a damn. ] But when you live on the beach it's this, going bare, or having shoes constantly full of sand. And seeing as I don't want to step on all the debris that still hasn't been swept off the streets flip-flops it is.

[ His hand ran through his wet hair, his curls stubbornly refusing to completely flatten even while soaked as the humidity made them even more twisted. ] I'd say that's a grand idea! [ Nevermind that the bottle had been absolute shit, he was never going to turn down booze. ] What are you using for barter, then? Do you give them puppies for your groceries?

[vexy]

Bugger the windows, it's worth it innit? A siren, huh? [ He didn't think it was a good choice, there was a lot of baggage wrapped up in it, but it was hers now whether she liked it or not. So what did it matter? ]

Now we can repopulate the entire city with our fae spawn! [ He joked, knowing full well that she knew he was sterile- unless she'd forgotten, in which case the joke would be even funnier. ]

Found a place to stay yet? Need a couch to squat on? I've got an alright one, not too many lumps.

[moshennik]

A siren. [ She confirms, a little more solemnly, considering where her inspiration came from. Still, at his joke, she snorts and rolls her eyes.] I'm sure you'd at least enjoy the attempts to repopulate. [ Even if it wouldn't work.]

[ When he asked if she had a place to stay, she shook her head, glancing at him a little hopefully.] Not yet, [ Which means she slept on the streets last night, like she had when she was younger. She didn't like that desperate feeling, especially after living in the lap of luxury because of Vex in Eudio.]

It can't be worse than the couch in the Crack House.

[vexy]

[ Hexd was absolutely fascinated by the approach of the fox and was quick to walk closer to investigate. Vex, in the meanwhile, had not yet snapped out of whatever reverie he was in, but he was definitely there. His head could be seen over the back of the chair, and he held the neck of his beer lazily out over one of the arm rests.

Well, he was there in the physical sense, at least. Mentally he seemed to be a thousand miles away. At least Hexd was aware enough to speak: ]

Vex is home, Mr. Johnson. This way.

[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. ]