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[ Ignacio was very particular about which vessels he went sailing in, because in his youth it would be dangerous to be caught in the strong currents of the ocean. As he aged his weakness for moving water faded, but regardless of that he still didn't want to sink in the middle of nowhere. Xistentia had a decent amount of serviceable boats, not a wide selection but enough that he allowed himself to consider the advantages and failings of each. He decided on a simple design, easy to navigate while entertaining a guest.

Making certain that Rafa enjoyed their time together was his priority.

They met at the docks after sundown, and by the time Ignacio had steered them away from the coast there were a multitude of beautiful stars above them with the moon risen high. The breeze was calm, allowing for a slow journey among lazy waves. With one hand lightly on the rudder, his other arm was around Rafa's shoulder as they sat together on the comfortable 'couch' built into the ship. The air smelled of the sea, and everything around them was quiet save for the water lapping gently against the sides.

When he spoke it was also gentle, and in his native tongue. ]

It is easy to become lost in thought out here. What do you think of when you are surrounded by peace, Rafa?

[ The werepup had given Ignacio much to think about.

It wasn't enough that he enjoyed playing with him as a wolf, or that they communicated in a way that pleased him- light and flattering. It was that the young one was so earnest and heartfelt, open chest paired with honest eyes, he seemed to lay it all out for Ignacio to take him in. And, despite the fact that he had resisted the temptation to bite him, he allowed him to steal a kiss.

Ignacio's first kiss from someone who was not kin.

He had given a lot of thought about it, the way warm lips felt upon his own. It should have been distasteful, he always thought that it would be, but instead he found it... intriguing. It didn't haunt his thoughts, not in the way that Rafa lingered in his mind day in and out, but rather he found those thoughts drifting to him in a pleasant manner, affectionate and lively.

After speaking with Rafa he decided that perhaps he should not avoid this, that he should see where it leads.

The sun had dropped from the sky, bathing the ocean water in the glow of the moon. Ignacio stood in the waves and stared out at the horizon. Behind him was the cottage where Rafa had once gone, where the fey lived, where Wyatt was. Quiet, thoughtful and contemplative, he slowly closed his eyes and reached out to Wyatt with his mind. ]

Come to me...

[ And Wyatt, through their budding bond, would know exactly where he was. ]

[ The bottle of beer in Wyatt's hand crashes to the floor, sending glass and froth everywhere. ]

Fuck! Fucking vampires.

[ He mutters, bringing his hand up to his head. It's not the first time Ignacio has spoken into his head, but generally he's been around when he's done it. This is totally unexpected. Cursing, Wyatt grabs a dustpan and brushes up the glass. He leaves it on the counter and looks up, raising his voice. ]

Vex, I gotta go out! Wear shoes in the kitchen, I wasted good beer in here.

[ Then he goes, pulling a grey shirt over his shoulders as he leaves. He's otherwise in the same cut off shorts and sneakers he'd been wearing the last time Ignacio saw him. The shirt is supposed to make him look like less of a hick in front of the vampire. One look at Ignacio tells him it was the wrong call, though. Now Ignacio is shirtless, and looking really fucking good for the fact. Wyatt catches himself staring, and feels his lips tug up into a smile. ]

Little warning next time? I almost pissed myself. But, hi.

[ His eyes sneak down to wander over Ignacio's chest again. Wyatt steps closer. His own shirt lies open, the buttons undone. Wyatt licks his lips. ]

You look....I mean, fuck, if this was supposed to put me off, you suck at this. Tell me Rafa said yes.

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[ Ignacio couldn't remember the last time he was in a car, he couldn't stand them as they represented one of the main pollutants of the world, but Kavinsky presented a pleasant alternative to the gas machines he knew.

As such, he dressed for the occasion and stood outside to wait for his ride just after sunset. He fiddled with his ring idly, his daemon, and then texted Kavinsky shortly after. ]

I hope you have not forgotten about me.

[ Wrapped in a simple, yet elegant gift box, a courier has delivered a silver piece of snake-themed jewelry to Loki. Included with it is a handwritten note: ]

[it's not long before the reply comes, of course.]

what son ever forgets teh guy tryin 2 fuck his mom
;(

[nothing more after that. no eta, no time to meet. but it's less than fifteen minutes later before a sleek little dark red car comes ripping through the trees, headlights glaring off the front. despite the guttural roar of the engine, there's no reek of exhaust, no sign of gas burning in its magical inner-workings at all. in a moment, it comes rumbling up in front of them.

kavinsky's window is open. his arm resting on the top of the door. he tips his spiky head out and says,] Hey, old man. You working tonight?

[ Once he receives it, Loki sends a video call, wearing the necklace in question. He carefully puts away the one Thor got him, of course. ]

You have excellent taste.

[ Rafa is dressed casually for once. Generally speaking he thinks a suit is appropriate for any occasion, except perhaps in the company of salt water. He's also left his hair loose so that the wind can blow through it, despite there not being much wind to speak of right now. During the journey out he'd been eager, pulling on ropes to direct the sails and laughing every time the boat caught the waves.

Now that it's calm he sits lounged back, relaxed, and against Ignacio's broad chest. He still has the rope in his hands, and he tugs on it to move the sail when the wind changes. But for the most part it's gentle now, and they're able to take in the starlight. The sky is very clear out here. The constellations are not the ones Rafa knows from earth, but he can pick out shapes in them all the same. When Ignacio speaks, he turns his head a little to look up. He speaks in Spanish too, finding that as straightforward as English. ]

I like it. Messina's water was warmer than this, but far more dangerous. Still, the smells are the same. You sail well, Ignacio.

[ Rose isn't actually sure if this is a thing, so to speak, but it's a regular occurrence at least. Despite her better judgment, she couldn't quite stay away from the vampire whose bite did things for her she never imagined any teeth could. Even Vanyel's teeth were only mortal and while them sinking into her skin might have pushed her over the edge a time or two before it wasn't anything like what she had with Ignacio. ]

My boyfriends don't like it, [ she says, a hint of humor in her tone. To emphasize what she means, she cranes her neck just a little to show the bite marks still left behind from last time. Despite her healing factor, they're still fairly prominent. That might be because in Vanyel's attempts to outmark Ignacio he just made it that much more difficult for her to heal. She has several love bites on top of his own fang puncture points that leave her skin looking rather raw. She doesn't seem to mind though. ]

One healed them out of spite one time and the other, well. You can see. He tried to make his own marks over it.

[ Ignacio glances at the reply and quietly observes that the fledgling is, once again, mentioning Rafa in some capacity. He wonders how deep the obsession goes, but decides not to comment on it this time. Instead, he patiently waits for his arrival and a slow smile spreads on his lips as he observes the vehicle.

The fact that he doesn't smell any unpleasant pollution is a relief, also the color is very attractive. As he approaches, his green eyes run along it from front to back, then settle on the driver. ]

Not tonight. I am all yours, if you will have me.

[ Ignacio smiles as he accepts the call, and takes in the sight of his gift against Loki's skin. His long, pale neck was already quite attractive and the accessory only enhanced it. ]

Thank you, it suits you. How fortunate am I, that my tribute was accepted by a god.

Hmm...

[ He hummed in affirmation of that statement, and his arm bent so that he could idly finger the loose strands of Rafa's hair. He noticed it wasn't really an answer to his question, and wondered if something had been lost in translation, but there was also the possibility that Rafa thought unpleasant things in peaceful moments. He wouldn't pry. ]

Thank you. I have been sailing for most of my life. Typically with a crew, but there is calm to be found when I sail by myself. I have not done it as much in these modern times, the waters are tainted with oil rigs and ships bellowing thick clouds of filth. I found myself longing for the days of old, and lose myself to black thoughts.

I loved sailing the Mediterranean, it was my favorite. Spain was my home on land, but the Mediterranean was my home at sea. I often swam in its waters. Did you?

[ Ignacio's vivid green eyes to turn and appreciate Wyatt's form in a new light. He was allowing himself the idea that this was a potential mate, a carnal companion you could say, someone he could be intimate with despite the fact that he wasn't kin. This was unheard of, and at first he rejected it thinking it would break his own personal code, but Wyatt was not human. He was not kin, but perhaps one day he could be- he had potential, and Ignacio felt he would be a fool to ignore the way his instincts responded to him. The way his body responded to him.

His smile was crooked, the hint of a fang pressed against his lip which gleamed in the moonlight. After Wyatt spoke, he reached out and grasped him by his open shirt to pull him close to his form. They fit together, chest to chest, his skin cold but hardly lifeless; magic swirled in his veins as did his unholy blood. So close that the tip of his nose brushed against Wyatt's, his voice low but able to be heard over the sound of the water lapping upon the shore. ]

He said yes.

[ And then it was his turn to kiss Wyatt, as suddenly as the wolf had kissed him. ]

[ Ignacio's response to Rosie's confession was to chuckle, his look amused and flattered. ]

You pay me a great compliment, by continuing to offer yourself to me despite the protests of those you are intimate with.

[ Honestly, he suspected that her relationship with them could not be that solid- after all, why else would she continue to infuriate them? It wasn't as thought he'd made her his thrall, she was completely free to do as she pleased. And Ignacio was quickly learning that what Rosie took pleasure from was chaos. A personality so unlike his own, but her blood tasted good and she wasn't annoying, so he had no qualms with continuing this. ]

Hmm...

[ He leaned in, as if to inspect her wound, and clucked his tongue lightly at the sight. ]

He sounds quite fierce. Is he one of your kind?

[ Loki's fingers stroke the metal. ]

Yes. It's not often I find one so fitting.

Sweetheart, I'll have you in every style and then keep you afterward, [kavinsky says, in the tone of a joke. a lewd one. but he's already gotten shot down by ignacio before; why not again? in this particular post-canon timeline, rejection has yet to actually kill him.]

Come on. I'll drive us out, then we switch up. You'll feel up my gearstick. It'll be good.

[clunk. the door unlocks. kavinsky leans across to push it open.]

I do not know much of your mythology, forgive me, but I seemed to remember something about serpents. Was I right?

Would you?

[ He asked calmly as he began to slide into the passenger side of the vehicle. There was a pleased smirk on his face at all the innuendo the youngling threw his way, but he had a feeling that it was all talk. ]

Gladly. Where are you taking me?

[ His green eyes flicker. ]

To some degree. It is a form I use, though not as frequently these days.

[the instant the door clunks shut, kavinsky revs the engine. it still roars and gasps loud in the dark, despite the absence of normal energy transferences and transformations within the engine.

they pull away from the curb so sharply that ignacio feels it in his bones, the slap of force from the leather seat against his spine.]

Forest, sweetheart. The better to see in the dark. How Xistentia suiting your ancient vampire lord tastes? The peace and love kumbaya giving you your fucking migraine yet?

Yeah, yeah, [ she says to that. It's not like she was trying to boost his ego. Well. Maybe a little, but- She always was attracted to those who didn't need any building up to begin with. ]

He's not, [ she answers, sweeping her long hair to one side to keep the marks visible. ] He's a Dragonborn, which is- Human body, soul of a dragon. So he's also got the instincts of one sometimes. Apparently, dragons don't like to share too much.

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I have that form as well. However, I more commonly travel as a wolf. I believe that is another animal associated with you, is it not?

[ It was thrilling, in a strange way, but he was also glad that he didn't have to worry about motion-sickness with the way this fledgling drove. ]

This vehicle can drive through trees?

[ The smirk on his lips continued, as if he was aware of the fact that he was being a smartass. ]

It is less peaceful than my native land. In Spain we do not have the looming threat of erasure to concern ourselves with. I enjoy peace and love, you do not?

A Dragonborn with a human body?

[ Ignacio repeated, his voice intrigued. ]

Where I am from, a Dragonborn has a humanoid figure but they are covered in scales and resemble their dragon brethren quite keenly. Some have tails, some wings.

It seems they do have one thing in common, they do not like to share either. Yet you continue to vex him by seeing me.

[ He couldn't help but smile. ]

You are quite a creature, my friend. It must be exhausting, and yet fun, to love you.

[ Loki shrugs. ]

There are many animals aligned with the Trickster totem, though not all are my purview.

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