#* red;

[gallaxians]

open: m/f/nb plot: He has not fed in days, he’s weak and desperate for a source to leech off of. 

The searing pain behind his eyes is enough to keep the alien from entering the sunlight. Head pounding, heart thumping, veins constricting. He hasn’t refuelled himself in nearly a week, and even then his meal had been scarce. It wasn’t of his choice - a forced hiatus of sorts, one that backed him into a corner and threatened to reveal his true identity. The ring had been shut down, his face was plastered on several police boards. Red rubs at his forehead, worried he would have to take worst scenario precautions.

He moves quickly, blind to the world around him. His shoulder hits hard, while not at his best he was still built like a brick wall. Cursing his lifts his gaze, eyes bleeding black as he unconsciously starts to leech off the slightest bit of endorphins. “Ah--” Throat dry, his hands shake. “Get away from me.”

[gallaxians]

            @shadowraiths ♞ red and mim from here. 

“Ah… I’m so sorry.” Mim bowed his head as he looked back over his shoulder.  He should have known better than to play any kind of game with Soo.  He had lost and now he had to take his punishment.  What was that punishment?  Well, he had to something that he normally would never do.  Flirt shamelessly with someone he didn’t know.  The apology came out before the pick up line though, so the other probably knew what was coming.

Taking a moment to make sure he didn’t disappear into the nether in the middle of a public place, the man in the moon patted his cheeks.  Then with a inhale, he let the only thing that came to his mind loose.  “I’m kind of into space and whatnot.  And I have to let you know.  I never thought I’d see a celestial being so closely.  You must be the North Star, because the light around you guided me here.”

Red had been on this planet for over forty years now and it was safe to say that he could count the amount of people that approached him with such intentions on one hand. A brow raised as he looked over at the male, first an apology and then what appeared to be a pick up line. Was that what he was apologising for? The cheesy words? Or for disrupting his peace as he sat by himself. 

“What does a celestial and the north star have in common?” His brows furrow, taking the words quite literally. His tongue grazes over his bottom lip, eyes narrowing in the slightest. “You might want to rethink your astronomy before--” There’s a pause in his words, suddenly he feels more intrigued. “Not human. But what is that scent?” Unabashedly, the bloody being leans forward, close enough to the others neck to get straight from the source. A reprimanding tsk, lips curling into a smirk. “Powdery, like earth but not. You should know your astronomy better, you carry the scent of the stars.” 

[gallaxians]

                      red & rhys || @chaoticer cont.

It always was a dangerous thing to feed from the fight ring. Red was rarely a man slave to his emotions but when he fed - that’s exactly what he became. He could feel the adrenaline buzzing inside him, the fuel and fire that carried from so many bodies. The hurt, the pain, but he was able to push past that and focus on the delicious endorphins that fuelled his very being. And perhaps this time it had gotten away from him.

He flicks his tongue against his upper lip, teeth pressed against the muscle. He hadn’t fought tonight but he had started to wish he had. Then maybe he wouldn’t have received lip in return, as clearly this person did not come to his rings often. 

“Are you new or just stupid, boy?” Brows raise, the alien waiting for his response. “This is a fight, there are no rules thus there is no cheating. If you can’t take a hit, you leave my ring. You should be so lucky that you’re still standing.” 

[gallaxians]

open starter: m/f/nb muse: red plot: the first rule for fight club. 

The alien rubs over his nose, already irritated within the first few minutes of walking through the door. The fights hadn’t even began yet which meant that he hadn’t fed, it was safe to say he was cranky. “Rule number one, if you aren’t here to fight get the fuck out of my ring. There’s no tap outs, the fight is over if one of you passes out or dies. So fight for your fucking life.” He points to two random people, ushering them forward as he steps out of the circle. “Place your bets, two minutes.” 

Stepping down from the platform, he pulls out his notebook while looking for his usual place to sit. It’s up high where he can still watch but be away from the chaos. Surprised, he finds someone already sitting on the stoop. “You new here kid? That’s my spot.” 

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“You can say we had sex. It won’t hurt.” He says, nuzzling in more before pressing a kiss to the skin of the other’s neck. Skye has always liked getting his hair played with. It has his eyes closing, a content noise falling from his lips. “Then can we go back and lay down after I eat? It’s warmer underneath the covers than it is out here.”

He’s about to argue the informality of those words when the kiss is placed to his neck. His hand tightens its hold in Skye’s hair just for a second, the alien feeling another ripple of happiness coming off the other. It nearly has him groaning, absently nodding his head to whatever the male requests next because in all honesty - he would give Skye anything. It doesn’t even matter. He had known for a while he was long gone, especially after he had given up wearing his perception filter when alone with the other. He could truly be himself and not feel like some monster that was ready to be carted away. “We can spend all day there, if that’s what you want.” 

[gallaxians]

There’s more soft laughter that comes from Skye as Red continues to explain what he’s made for him. “Thank you. I’ll eat it all.” Red is very considerate when he wants to be and it warms Skye’s heart. He lumps all of the food onto one plate before popping it into the microwave for about a minute. Skye is often compared to an oversized dog so it’s not surprise when he goes over to nuzzle into Red’s shoulder as he waits. “Do you have anywhere to be today?”

He never loses his straight posture, always at attention like the soldier he is. What it doesn’t stop him is from threading his hands into Skye’s hair, gently rubbing at the others scalp as they both wait for the food to finish warming up. “Not today, since we uh...” Red clears his throat, “--had relations last night, there is no point for me to go to the ring tonight.” 

[gallaxians]

“You made me breakfast?” He asks, eyes widening a little in surprise. That earns Red an extra kiss, Skye bending his whole tall self down to give him this one before wandering to the kitchen. He can’t help but laugh softly at what the other calls the microwave. The younger has corrected him before. It just doesn’t stick. “What did you make me, love?”

The second kiss has him a little off guard, thankful that he’s sitting down otherwise he might have stumbled. Once he’s sure his body is functioning properly he trails after the other, leaning against the doorway of the kitchen. “They are called cakes of the pan. I also made eggs and some bacon in case you were feeling a little drained.” He was still feeling the residual effects of last night, Skye always seeming to feed into their telepathic bond even when Red isn’t trying to breathe in the sweet scent of endorphins. “The google told me how.” He didn’t know how his cooking skills gauged but if there was one thing he was good at it was following instructions.