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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. ]

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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. ]

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.]

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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?

Option 3!

[healingdork]

[Will sends a text message at ass o'clock in the morning to Vex because he's going a bit crazy tossing and turning restlessly while staring at the ceiling.]

hey
you awake?