#; lyn

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@do-these-eyes-look-human continued

Lyn immediately props his free arm on James’ shoulder, making sure not to spill his beer in the process. “Good t’have ya, James— y’wanna drink? Isaac c’n go get one fer ya.”

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Warnings: None, just language bc my babies curse like sailors and so do I :P

Okay so I really felt the need to write but I haven’t gotten any responses (which is alright) but I was excite to do cute things w/some of my babies so have a thing based on this post with the prompt being “Tickling is definitely allowed!!”

Also no title bc idk what are titlES AND THIS GOT KINDA LONG BC I AM WORDY FJSLDKJ

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Colton had gotten good at reading people over the years-- because of his quiet nature, he could usually melt into the background and observe people quietly... “usually” being the key word. It didn’t always work when he was around his friends, but he’d gotten good at reading them, too-- he knew their tics and their habits better than they did, at least that’s what he thought.

For example, if Lyn didn’t bother to use his cane, he’d slept soundly, and therefore wasn’t afraid of bumping into anything or anyone. Isaac whistling while he baled hay meant he was in the mood to drink, even if everyone else held back from partaking. And if Myarel sat down in front of him at the table, no matter what he was doing, and held out his right arm with a twinkle in his eye? Oh, that one was simple.

He wanted to arm wrestle.

“I don’t know why you keep wantin’ to do this,” Colton complained, putting out his cigarette and removing his jacket, then his right glove. Shining even in the soft light of the kitchen was his metal arm, having been put there by his father when he was 15. The blond was glad he hadn’t polished it yet, he wouldn’t have dared agree to this if he’d already put away his rag. “You never win, an’ you never get close.”

“Shut up and give me your fuckin’ hand.” Myarel snickered, brushing white bangs from his face as Colton narrowed his eyes and pointed at him.

“Hey, watch your goddamn language.” Now they were both laughing like goofs, even as Colton placed his right elbow on the table, his metal fingers curling tightly around his friend’s hand. “Jesus, your hand’s cold. The fuck do you do with it, stick it in the freezer?”

“Count it down already so we can get this over with.” Their tones are playful, as per the norm. Rolling his eyes, Myarel used his free hand to tap on the table. One, two, three-- and then he pushed with all his might.

Meanwhile, Colton didn’t even have to do anything-- really, this was just an excuse for him to look like a badass without even trying, and he always took the opportunity. It wouldn’t be long before he could push back a tad, making Myarel scramble to win back the distance... but for now, he just watched the muscles in his friend’s arm bulge in an attempt to make the cold metal arm he was so desperately pushing against budge even a tiny bit.

Something behind Myarel caught Colton’s eye-- it was Lyn, silently moving toward them. Despite being blind, the man was able to get around his property flawlessly with his... echolocation is the closest thing he could compare it to. Colton knew he was planning something devious, but really, when wasn’t he?

Lyn’s plan was revealed as he placed his hands on Myarel’s ribcage, lightly drumming his fingers against and inbetween the bones. Sapphire eyes widened as Myarel choked back a snort, a grin involuntarily forming on his face as his cheeks turned slightly pink.

“What’s the matter, Myarel? You got all red all of a sudden.” Colton chuckled, snorting himself when Myarel gripped one of Lyn’s hands with his free one.

“Tickling isn’t a-allohohowed!” A raspy giggle broke free as the blind man’s fingers wriggled under his shirt, and Myarel desperately slapped at Lyn’s hand-- though he refused to let Colton win, despite how much of an ass Lyn was being.

Colton shook his head, snickering. “Tickling is definitely allowed.”

“Really?” A voice in Colton’s ear made him jump, and he jumped again as a pair of hands prodded at his tummy, already making him yelp out laughter.

“L-Lyn! Whyhy didn’t you tehehehell me he was th-thehehehere?!” Still tickling Myarel, the Southerner sighed, groaning.

“Well, s’cuuuuse me fer not havin’ perfect 20-20 vision like you! Next time y’should ask Myarel, he coulda told ya Isaac was sneakin’ up on ya!” Of course, he was lying. Myarel’s forehead was against the edge of the table, and he’d already given up on trying to escape.

Isaac shrugged his shoulders as he followed Lyn’s lead, lifting Colton’s shirt and tickling his tummy directly, unable to stop from giggling himself when Colton nearly jumped out of his skin. “Good lord, calm down. I’m barely touchin’ you. You’re not always this jumpy, from what I remember.”

“So, boys,” Lyn drawled as he and Isaac slowed their torment down to gentle pokes, “d’you still wanna go with this? ‘Cause if you wanna give up...” He said it as if it was something they’d lord over their friends’ heads forever, letting his sentence trail off.

Colton and Myarel stared each other in the face, thinking the same thing: This is fucking ridiculous. But...

Rolling his eyes, Colton gripped Myarel’s hand again, and the white-haired man reciprocated. Obviously this wasn’t anywhere near an official match, because as soon as Myarel started pushing against Colton’s arm again, both men were immediately sent into hysterics at the hands of their friends.

Lyn managed to find the sweet spot on Myarel’s bottom ribs, which made him a shrieking mess, but also seemed to make him push at Colton’s arm harder. Isaac, being the typical annoying older brother type, already knew what to do to make Colton give up-- he wiggled a finger into his belly button, and along with making the younger faceplant into the table and grab at the offending finger, he’d managed to make Colton’s laughter go silent.

It was the opportunity Myarel needed to finally push Colton’s arm over, and thank the fucking lord, once the back of Colton’s hand hit the table, Lyn backed away from him, meaning he didn’t accidentally elbow the other in the face (again) while he was trying to shake the tickly feelings off of his skin. Isaac had backed away, too, at least for a moment-- considering how hard Colton had smacked his head against the table, there was the worry he’d hurt himself.

“You alright, Colton?” Myarel moved to the blond’s side of the table, lifting him by his shoulders. He looked dazed and his nose was slightly bloody-- damn Isaac made me break it, he thought to himself-- but he seemed alright otherwise.

And of course, after realizing Colton was okay, Myarel let a grin cross his lips. Colton’s eyes widened and he lifted his hand, pointing at the demon.

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare.”

“I win.”

“Only ‘cause you fuckin’ cheated!”

“You’re the one who said tickling was allowed, you fuck!”

“Against you, not me!”

“You little fuckin’--!” Colton sped off before Myarel could catch him. Isaac looked at Lyn, the latter shaking his head.

“Fuckin’ dorks.”

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@do-these-eyes-look-human

It’s only halfway through the day when Lyn realizes that he’s got a visitor. It’s more because of his Husky puppy, Lilly, barking than anything else— she must have greeted them on their way in. Since he doesn’t have anyone to tell him who it is, he elects to get off of his horse and let her graze, then sit down in a wooden rocker on his front porch. The front gate is designed so that the only people who can get through are those that are brought by him or his friends, or those that are “magical”, as he would call it.

He hasn’t released his wings yet, but the places they duck into— two black, jagged marks on his back, almost like two tattoos between his shoulderblades— are visible now that he doesn’t have a shirt on. He’ll wait for the person to say something before he decides on whether to let his wings loose or not.

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@lunarruled

Lynstrom, from his front porch, could sense something was different in his environment. More accurately, he could hear it. His acute hearing picked up on footsteps from outside his front gate before even his dog heard it.

He didn’t get many visitors, as hardly anyone would come to the farm by the woods— the woods had been known to get people lost in them, so he supposed that was why few people came to investigate.

Rather than wait for whoever it was to come closer, Lyn made his way to his front gate, getting there just as the footsteps reached said gate. Of course, being blind, he couldn’t tell who he was speaking to, but he turned on the Southern charm anyway, one hand resting on the gate and the other holding loosely onto his cane.

“Hey there— nice day out, ain’t it?” He pushed his shades up further onto his nose, smiling in the direction he was sure the person was standing in.

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@cirque-freaks continued

Snickering at Viktor’s reaction, Lyn pretended to be shocked by the accusation. “What? I didn’ do nothin’.”

Of course, because he wasn’t expecting the poke back, he yelped, jumping back a bit. His eyes widened, and his face turned pink.

“... Ya, uh, startled me.” That was only kind of true.

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@cirque-freaks

From where he sat in the loft of his barn, Lyn could hear the activity from the circus nearby— of course he couldn’t see it, but with his ability, he could “see” the outlines of the tents. He’d been thinking of going down there at some point, but for the moment he was content to just listen.

Speaking of listening, a sound from the woods behind his house, at a frequency only he could hear, made him turn his attention to said woods.

Someone had gotten through the glamour he’d placed there. He didn’t know who just yet, but as he made his way toward the woods, he hoped it wasn’t someone looking for trouble.

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@cirque-freaks continued

Lyn wasn’t expecting that sound to come from Viktor— and at first, he was concerned. But he realized why Viktor had squeaked after a few moments, and he smiled, snorting.

“I’m good... did I poke ya somewhere other than yer back? ‘Cause that’s where I was aimin’ for.”