Rick McAvoy

Rick | Red Stag | 34 | Scot | Doctor Aye, I wear a kilt. D'yi know we Scots dinne wear nothin' under them?

[cold-willhelm]

“It doesn’t have to be your pleasure. I’m concerned with my own right now. Drink up.” His concerns were completely unpredictable right now. At this moment he was focused on breaking this guy. “Kiss me. Tongue and all, dear Rick.” Another order, and he would be ready if the guy bit him. A hand raised behind his back freezing over.

[ricky-micky-blog]

What had he got himself into? A hand reached around his neck and he held his necklace tightly again. Rick refused to have his lips anywhere near the callous fuck. He clenched his jaw and glared right into the other’s eyes without uttering a word. 

[rosie-redwood]

Rosie was surprised how his hands moved around her, pulling her close, she was not used to attention like this, but boy did she like it. She liked the way his lips felt against her own. She liked that his fingers caressed her hair. She liked the way he smelled and the way the room got suddenly quiet and far away. 

Rosie pulled back as she opened her eyes to study his face. She wanted to keep kissing him. But as they broke apart, the noise around them suddenly increased again. Rosie blinked for a moment. She studied his face. His intense blue eyes. She couldn’t help herself. 

“Wanna go somewhere?” She asked, her voice so soft only he could hear her. 

[ricky-micky-blog]

When the kiss broke apart he looked down at her longingly. Heat radiated from both of him, and he found his hand trailing across the side of her face. “Come... Ah can take ye back tae mah place if ye wan’,” Rick murmured against the other’s lips. His eyes were focused on them before he leaned in and gave her another quick kiss. The faun pulled away and held out his arm for the other to take as he led the woman out of the crowd. 

[cold-willhelm]

Will turned back to the man. Good. The drink was gone and another two were ordered but both were pushed toward the man now. “Alright, you’re my interest. Call me Willhelm.” Licking his lips he let out a small chirp to warn the man to watch his tone. “Give me a name to call you.”

[ricky-micky-blog]

“Rick. Ahm nae gonna say it’s a pleasure, or it’s nice tae meet ya. Because it ain’t. An’ ah have nae interest in knowin’ yer name.” Rick glanced over at the second glass and took it. He sipped this one slowly. 

[aghostlymuse-hasmoved-deactivat]

With a curious fascination he watches as the man pulls himself up onto the branch. Trying not to get caught staring he shifted his gaze to something else like the tree. It wasn’t that Warik hadn’t seen other creatures about but he was so used to keeping to himself, it was still a shock sometimes learning that he was never the only one. 

Upon being introduced Warik looked at the man’s hand in question but he really didn’t have to think about it too hard. Usually he was weary of strangers simply because they annoyed him. Slowly he reached a hand out and shook the other’s gently. “Warik” he said in return before moving back to sit down. He looked at the papers in question running a hand over the worn edges. There where scribbles everywhere, some done when he was running on no sleep and pure magic. Others from books he had stolen and torn out. It saddened him to think there where books out there he had destroyed but he was also so greedy for magic that he would do anything to learn more.

Clearing his throat he peeked up again somewhat shy about what he was doing. “Spell work mostly” he admitted “Trying to figure out what certain things means. It’s all very complicated yet when I know the answer it seems like the simplest thing in the world”

[ricky-micky-blog]

“It’s an honar, Warik.” Rick beamed and let go of the shake. His gaze focused on the flutes he touched within his hands and to his bracelet then back over to the witch’s papers. “Ah, unfortunately ah cannae help wit’ that man. Ah’m mere o’ a medical person. Ah got nae clue where to start; like artists, I admire magic, but ah cannae fer the life o’ me understand any techniques. Can ah ask what yer affinity is? Nature related or?”

[ricky-micky-blog]

Dinner | Rick & Lady

[ladyxwinslow]

“You have noting to apologize for,” Lady commented as she looked up at him but she took the gifts none the same.·“These are lovely,” she mentioned looking at the flowers.·“I suppose I have some competition out there.” She smiled before opening the door more to let him in.·“I’m sorry your job has been so hectic. Come inside, make yourself comfortable.”·

She was surprised when he stopped her, and asked her what she was upset about.·“I-it’s a very long story,” she spoke gently. She was worried about upsetting Ellie, she had given her daughter the information she saw fit.·“Would you come into the kitchen with me so we can put these in some water?” She nodded before leading him down the hallway.·

As they reached the kitchen Lady nervously shifted.·“I…I’m not sure where I even start. Chase…isn’t here right now.”·

[ricky-micky-blog]

Rick chuckled slightly and questioned, “Competition?” On mentioning his work he frowned and shook his head as he walked into her home. “Aw naw, man, dinne worry ‘boot it. Ah’m just glad tae be ‘ere at last. Are the kids hame right now?” 

Rick nodded with concern as he followed her through into the kitchen. Once he stepped a foot through the door his eyes widened. More lines creased between his forehead as he deciphered the information given. “Oh, christ. What happened tae Chase, Lady?” His voice had started to shake and a hand reached up to his mouth.

[pullinyouinbaby-blog]

Damn this guy tasted good. Moaning against the others lips, the warlock rolled his hips into the hand on his cock. He never minded public displays, they were actually more exciting. “Feliks, and you can call me whatever you want.” Soon he himself freed the other man from his pants and did the same jerking as the hand on him. “Fuck, you’re such a good kisser, sexy.”

[ricky-micky-blog]

“Feliks. Uhuh,” he grinned between the kissing. He felt the other unfasten him and when he felt his hands on his skin he let out a short groan and murmured against his lips, “Ah, fuck, man.” Rick moved his head downward to his jaw, to his neck. The desire to get down on his knees started to form and grow with each stroke on his length. Every nerve in it seemed to spark pleasure through his body. 

Rick stopped moving his hand on the other’s; instead he collapsed to his knees in front of him and very slowly he lifted his head toward the other’s cock and pressed his lips against the tip. His mouth moved downward; reaching out his tongue that slid down to the base and back up. Rick’s drunken bloodshot eyes looked up at his face before he edged his mouth back around the head and he sunk himself down on it.

[ladyxwinslow]

She smiled as the walked to a more secluded area. The elf followed him along pleased that he was interested in her company. Lady smiled before settling down beside him. “Um…a glass of wine might be nice,” she commented though reminded herself she couldn’t have too much. She had to get home after all. “I’m glad to see you again.” She admitted as she tucked a stray blonde strand behind her ear. 

[ricky-micky-blog]

“Aw right, sweetheart. One wine coming up. Ah’m glad to see ye tae. Ahm glad yer hear in fact - it lifted mah spirits a bit. Ahm not one for drinkin’ and partyin’ that much. Any wine okay wit' ye?” 

[pullinyouinbaby-blog]

“No problem.” The kissed was returned as he wrapped one arm around the other’s neck. The other trailed down the other’s pectorals and abdoment. Muscle after muscle just made him want to tackle the man here and now. Unfastening his own pants first, the other’s were quickly undone as well. As his hips swayed his pants sagged showing off the finely toned lines in his body, though he had nothing on this guy. The free hand pushed their stomachs apart just enough to slid down into the other’s pants rubbing at the man’s crotch.

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[ricky-micky-blog]

A hand reached out toward the back of the other’s neck as he started to move his mouth against the other. Everything else was distant and out of focus, and as the alcohol pumped through his veins the more he didn’t care what he was doing in front of everyone else. When he felt the man’s hands down him he started to breathe heavier, and through each breath he start to make subtle gasps. Rick lowered his hands down to the other’s jeans and pulled them down just enough to take out the other’s length and slowly he started to jerk the other off. “What’s your name?” he questioned through his breaths as he pulled away from the other’s lips.

[cold-willhelm]

What a smart mouth. Will stepped over the faun and then grabbed his shirt. One one firm tugged he managed to rip the other to their feet and yanked him to the bar. Now he loved forcing others, but what he wanted more than anything right now was obedience. He ordered a couple drinks, downing one for himself before sliding the other at Rick. Propping his elbow on the bar and his head leaned on his hand, Will watched the man. “Drink.” He waited only a few moments before his eyes began to wander across the bar at potential meat.

[ricky-micky-blog]

Rick found himself staggering to his feet and being near dragged along by his shirt toward the bar. His hands reached out to support himself against the bar and he glared at the wendigo. The next thing he knew, there were drinks already in front of him and he glanced at it for a few moments before looking back at the other. Keeping his eyes on him, he clenched his jaw before he picked up the glass and took a relatively large gulp.  

When he noticed the wendigo look away toward the crowd where out-most vulgar immoral decency was taking place he swallowed the entire thing he held in his hand and exclaimed, “’ey. Keep yer eyes on meh - ahm yer interest, aw’right. Get me another drink, already.” Whatever it took to keep the focus on him over everyone else in the room; he wasn’t going to let anything happen to anyone else.

[aghostlymuse-hasmoved-deactivat]

Warik was too caught up in his own thoughts so it took him a few seconds to actually notice someone was talking to him. It really was only when a shadow fell across his lap did he look up. The witch was caught off guard for a second but showed none of it on his face, really he was rather impressed that the other was willing to walk around so open. Warik was only starting to realise there was no shame in what he was despite the fact that he had been made to feel that way most of his life. 

But the man’s mention of gift made him frown slightly. He looked around himself trying to figure out if there was anything giving him away. He was usually so careful as to showing what he was. Mainly due to shame and self-loathing. 

The pages next to him where nothing but scribbles and maybe to a trained eye they’d look like spells. But even Warik had trouble sometimes trying to figure out if the thing he wrote down was an actual spell or just nonsense. 

It’s only really when he caught the site of branches of the trees hanging low did he look up in amazement. He ability for water was constantly growing despite the fact that he had known about it since he was a child. But there where times like these that made his breath catch. 

Slowly he reached a hand out towards the leaves and the tree bowed lower until he could gently grasp one of the green leaves between his fingers. He didn’t dare rip it off, only admired the fine texture and how alive it look. He let out a small laugh of amazement before turning to the stranger dropping his arm.

“Of course be my guest” he said in a tone that was much lighter. It’s like the act of giving life to the tree had in return made him uncoil. He shoved the papers to one side and unfolded his knees from where he was hugging them against himself. 

[ricky-micky-blog]

“Ta, mate.” Rick dug his hooves into a the side of the tree trunk and reached his arms up onto thick branches; hoisting himself up toward where the guy sat. Climbing trees was no difficult to him although he rarely participated in it. The only thing about it was his antlers kept getting caught in the thin branches. Rick moved his leg onto the thick branch the other sat upon and he scooted over. 

There beside him sat pieces of paper filled with what appeared to be scribbled notes of a kinda. It was something to be curious about. Rick peered over in a inquisitive fashion, and nodded toward it. “Whatcha doin’ there? If ye dinne mind me askin’. Ah can be ae nosy git, so just tell meh tae mind mah own business, if ye want... Ah’m Rick. Nice tae meet yeh.” A hand reached out toward the other as a polite greeting. 

[ricky-micky-blog]

Dinner | Rick & Lady

[ladyxwinslow]

Lady had tried to keep her tears to a minimum. She had been crying a lot and it was clear, in her eyes and in her cheeks. She tried to keep from crying in front of Ellie, who seemed to be just as scared as Lady was. But she was being such a brave girl about it. “He is gonna be okay mama,” she assured her as she hugged Lady tight earlier that day. 

As she heard a knock at the door she stood up. Maybe it would be good to see Ricky, maybe it would lighten her mood a little. She had not stopped thinking about Chase since she left Sweet Oaks. Yes there were moments when she would be fine, but others when suddenly it was real all over again. Suddenly she remember what was happening. She took a moment before walking over to the door. 

She opened it up and gave a small smile. “You look sharp.” She commented as she looked him over. She was surprised as she saw a few items in his hand. Lady blinked for a moment confused. “What is this?” She quietly commented. 

[ricky-micky-blog]

“Hello.” Rick smiled warmly and held out the flowers and gifts. “These are apology presents fer ye aw... Ah ken ah’ve been meanin’ tae come over for dinner a while now. Work has been hectic, with everytin’ goin’ on lately.”

Rick took a moment to look over Lady, to realize that her eyes and cheeks were swollen and pigmented from tears. Immediately the smile vanished from his face and in replace his eyebrows creased. "Hey, hey - are ye aw’right? Yer upset. Tell me what’s happened,” he spoke softly. He wanted to do something, anything to help her.

[ladyxwinslow]

Lady was surprised, but pleasantly so as Ricky turned around. She smiled looking up at him. Her heavy heart lightened as she studied him. The elf quietly listened to the man. She folded her arms across her chest and shrugged her shoulders. Running her fingers through her fair hair. “I’m alright, thank you for asking.” She let out a breathy nervous laugh. “I just feel a little out of place here, actually very out of place.” She explained as she looked around the room. She listened to his offers and was surprised he was taking time to comfort her. She brightened a little as she nodded her head. “Okay…” she said with a smile. “We can sit for a little, if that is really alright with you.” 

[ricky-micky-blog]

“That’s a relief. But, aye, o’course,” he replied softly and tilted his head to watch her while he started to walk toward the quietest area of the place he could find. “Can ah get yeh anythin’ tae drink?” Rick placed the beer bottle to his lips and took a swig. Rick gestured Lady to sit down before him.

[cold-willhelm]

Finally some cooperation. The knee on his stomach and little petty threats did nothing to discourage him. “Patience? Please.” A thousand years taught him more patience than most other creatures. It took time to learn and react the way that he did today. Those that usually dealt with the wendigo regretted it in the end. This was a new game though, who knew how he would react. “If you insist.”

On his mental command the ice melted away and he stood over the man, smiling. He loved this position most of all. “I can refrain from killing if you keep me entertained enough. if you lose my attention for even a moment I’ll devour someone’s heart.”

[ricky-micky-blog]

“Ah swear tae god, man. That wasnae part o’ the deal. Ye harm anyone else ah will ram mah antlers through yer fuckin’ chest, if ye push me tae it.” Rick moved his hands down to where his necklace lay against his chest. He gripped onto it. With one tug his hooves would be out. He propped himself up on his elbow as the wendigo looked down on him.

“Get on wit then and drown me in booze if ye want tae so much. Just keep everyone ‘ere out o’ it.”

[pullinyouinbaby-blog]

The warlock went along with the man. His body met with the other’s and dancing along it. His body grew hot as they continued on. Looking into those bright blue eyes was getting to him. “Damn, I could look at your eyes all night,” he growled playfully enjoying the energy. His shirt was lifted and he obliged in peeling it off over his head. Half naked his hands pulled the stranger close. Their foreheads touched as feliks’ hot breath came out between his lips. “Better handsome? Or do you want more?” 

[ricky-micky-blog]

“Hm,” he hummed with a coy curve of his lips as he watched the other remove his top clothing. “Ye an’ meh both.” Rick caressed the other’s skin; trailing his hands across his chest, down to his abdomen and to the front of the other’s pants. Rick pulled at them to reduce the distance between them both to the point he was pressing himself against the other. At the touch his body started to feel heated between them as he danced. “Show meh mere.” Rick leaned himself forward and pressed his lips against the other. 

[grantnaire-deactivated20210313]

Calisto lifted his glass of water, taking a long sip before speaking, “It’s fucked here. Follado. But.” He shrugged, “It’s home. Mis hermanos están aquí. Mi Pack está aquí.“ He grinned at the other, “And the Infirmary’s not too bad.”

[ricky-micky-blog]

“Aye - that is true. But ye have tae forgive meh fer nae kennin’... Spanish, right? Ah always were awful at languages. Aye - ah’ve met some amazin’ people working here. .And a dae love my job... ah love saving lives. Ah never can get over that thrill of making even the slightest difference to the city. Returning folks to their families; givin’ hope tae Isolon. Bein’ a hero tae even both sides o’ the war. Ah believe some o’ The Anomolies have the capability to be good. Some are good people. Some loathe their own species, themselves, it’s tragic to see.” 

Rick downed his drink and ordered another. He trailed his finger around the rim of the glass. “Mah parent’s didnae exactly take well tae me wantin’ tae move from the safety o’ the mountains tae here. Ah admit hame tae me is back wit' them... an’ ah doubt ah’ll ever see them again.” He doubted he would survive - even if he surpassed death, the war may last centuries or even longer, and if he did not die in battle, he would die of natural causes. Alone, and far away from home. He managed to choke down his emotions as he spoke, remaining resolute; he wasn’t sure why he was telling personal details to his co-worker but he supposed it was the liquor.

[ricky-micky-blog]

Dinner | Rick & Lady

It was a long time over-due. His work really had started to effect his personal life, he rarely slept - and he spent most of his hours at the hospital more than anywhere else. Eventually he had a couple days off, and the first thing he thought of was finally accepting Lady’s invitation for dinner rather than resting. 

As an apology he thought to bring her flowers; was that a tacky apology? He still pondered over if he should have given her anything else. Rick did also bring a doll for Ellie and a toy for Chase. Even that was making him nervous; he had no idea the type of thing Ellie would like.

It felt strange finally being out of his scrubs and his lab coat. He knocked on the door and waited patiently on a response. Wait - flowers weren’t too forward? Everyone can give flowers. He hoped he wouldn’t get a punch in the face from whoever she was seeing.

@ladyxwinslow

[aghostlymuse-hasmoved-deactivat]

The sun was setting just on the edge of the horizon and while the witch liked to keep to the confines of his home after dark there was something about the day begging people to stay out. All around him the world seemed to be alive with something. Like there was an energy in the air and no matter how much Warik tried to use his magic to touch it it slipped through his fingers like air. Unable to be restrained. He breathed in and for a moment it seemed like the world breathed with him.

He thought, in that moment alone, that it seemed like everything would be okay. His worries seemed to vanish for a moment like the breeze took them away But when he opened his eyes again the world was still the same. He was still an orphan running from himself screaming on the inside begging for help.

The sky was open with pinks and blues and oranges but no matter how hard Warik starred at it from his spot underneath a tree the sky did not change. His past was still the same, and the pain that was a constant at the bottom of his soul still sat there like a rotten piece of fruit. He worried that one day it would taint the rest of him.

Breathing in the fresh air again Warik curled a little on himself, his large jumper concealed his otherwise fit physique but he was okay with that. There where days when he wanted nothing more than to be small and to hide away. Today was not one of those days but it was close.

Around him lay scattered pages from spell books and scraps of paper. Whenever his apartment became to small for him to breath in he came to the small piece of land at the edge of everything. It was not heaven nor was it his but for a moment there was nothing but the tree he was leaning against and the sky above him. Some days he thought he was closer to nature than to water, and maybe he was. Water was in everything, everywhere. It was hard to escape his magic when it was a constant. Maybe that’s why he hated it some days.

Others had a chance to change their appearance, to run away. Warik felt like magic was everywhere and it was a burden to feel it. Then again he had never had a life before it. There was a time before his magic was known when he felt human but those memories where blurred and tinted with the knowledge that he could never achieve that again. After that everything was clouded over with fear and hatred.

Warik swallowed the lump in this throat as he thought about his mother, he tried pushing the thought away knowing it would not be good to dwell on such thoughts. Absently he looked at the pages next to his legs. His spell work was no longer interesting but he had no desire to actually leave the shade of the tree. He knew he should probably go before it got too dark, the streets weren’t safe his mother had warned him as a child. But his soul was aching for a connection. Reaching out trying to grasp at something. His magic sparked around him at the flare of emotion, not realising that the tree he was leaning again sprung to life like someone had given it new life. The branches curved towards him protecting him from the fading sun but he didn’t notice. Too caught up in his own thoughts.

[ricky-micky-blog]

He missed home - no matter how many years he spent in Isolon, nothing had made him feel safe here. Nothing made Isolon feel like home. Rick’s chest squeezed; the ache in his heart caused tears to prick in his eyes, but as quick as they appeared he choked them down and swallowed to control the emotions that were spilling out of him. 

The faun looked down at the bracelet on his right wrist that his father had given him - this made him remember what it was like back with his herd. He could hear his family’s voice clearly now. Even that pretty faun that reminded him of his mother - he could have chosen them. Rick had a choice that few people had a luxury to do. He chose the war over his own family. Would they forgive him? Did they understand his reason for leaving? 

Rick placed the pan flutes to his lips and started to blow out a tune as his hooves dug into the Earth through the shaded trees of Direfield. This was something he had inherited a gift for from his mother’s side. His necklace was not on him, so it allowed him to appear his full self. His tall, wide antlers hit against thin branches that sunk low from the trees. He was heading back to the city.

Then he noticed the presence of another. He witnessed as branches moved on their own accord - the glare of the sun vanished as they shielded him. It was a beautiful piece of magic. Rick removed the flute from his lips and approached the man; he appeared elute and distant, something troubled him from the faint distress in his expression. “Yeh’ve got ae beautiful gift there. Mind if ah join ye, mate?”