#* written ... taron darchinyan.

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@notpetals from here!

Neither Yor's words, nor his very presence, is reassuring. In fact, the latter sends a nasty shiver down Taron's spine as he closes the distance between them - although he does not back away, he's most certainly thinking about it. The mage's poor vision means that the hulking figure is little more than a blur of solidity and sharp angles, details impossible to pick out, interrupted only by the sudden glint of green as Taron turns his head and the crystalline facets of his vision catch the light just so.

It's very effective. Taron does feel small, half-smothered, intimidated. Even if there is little to be learned from the inexpressive, glassy sheen of his eyes, the discomfited way he shifts on the spot is easy to see.

"I-" What? What was there to say to a tirade like that, anyway? Something that isn't a treat and yet feels so very much like one, somehow? An indictment of humanity from one Taron isn't rightly sure counts as human himself? But Taron has to say something, so... "That's not... I mean. It's an outlier."

Much as Taron claims not to face death all the time - he does. It's just in a different form: those of contagion, of plague, of deadly magical disease that he chases through the world like a dog unable to realise it will never catch the damn rabbit. Death is a pervasive thing, to him. It's just not so... violent.

"It hasn't happened, besides." Not this time.

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you do not, by any chance, happen to smoke, do you?

@fangmother

"I'm sorry, I don't. Gives me palpitations." Admittedly, a slight breeze could give Taron palpitations some days, but that makes no difference to his lack of smokes. He shifts a little, pulling his stiff, crystal hand out of his pocket and twisting awkwardly to stuff the other hand into it. "I've got, uhh... these?"

He produces a cellophane-wrapped, fruit-shaped boiled sweet purporting to be some kind of raspberry. Waves it vaguely in the air as he watches the vague blur that Rainer appears to be to him. "Not really the same. At all. But you can have it anyway."

Is that weird? He thinks he might be being weird.

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@valcfar from here

"Val..."

It's a glittering kaleidoscope of red and glinting wetness from Taron's perspective, and he finds himself shamefully glad that he can't see more of the details— details he needs to see, needs to know whether there's any chance of Val getting out of here. But... Taron is no hero. He's in no state to get Val out of here himself, he's no fighter, he's not nearly a good enough fucking mage to be useful. The healing magic he has access to is too weak to do shit for Val now. Fuck, he's so fucking useless.

"I can't just leave you here." He can. He will. "Come on, we can..." They can't. Really, they can't.

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[elevate.] sender places a pillow beneath receiver's hips during sex. tahno n taron <3

@seabiscuit

it's a simple, tender moment: tahno pauses for a moment, urging taron's hips up and away from the bed so that he can slip a pillow beneath, angling taron's hips in a way that leaves him utterly exposed. a little shiver passes through him as he feels tahno's gaze, heavy yet welcome. a small smile flits across his face as he reaches out with one hand, urging tahno back closer to im. "like what you see?"

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[69.] sender and receiver go down on each other at the same time. AND/OR

[needy.] sender teases receiver about how desperate they look. (Callie/Taron my beloveds, feel free to reverse the second one)

@miidnighters

They're a sweaty, tangled mess, pressed against one another. Taron's thighs are spread and trembling, gasps muffled against Callie as the fingers of his good hand press into her hip. His little cock is so fucking hard in her mouth, wetness dripping between his thighs, everything narrowed down to her and more.

He has to pull back for a moment to breathe, but his fingers replace his mouth against her clit, rubbing insistently against that little bundle of nerves. He groans, cheek resting against her thigh, feeling the jerk of her hips.

"So needy for me, baby," he murmurs against her skin, "You want it bad, don't you?"

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bente stands, worn and uncertain, at the threshold of taron's room. :)

@unspokcn

it takes taron a moment to look up from his books, but when he does, he recognises her easily enough - from the colour of her hair, from the way she holds herself - and relaxes, offers a small smile. "bente." almost a sigh of a word as he leans back in his chair, rolling out stiff shoulders. "are you... did you need something?"

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taron and tahno and 10 😌

@seabiscuit / meme / 10

taron is leaning over the table trying to find a particular tome in which he wants to look something up when tahno presses himself close, their hips brushing together as the other man insinuates himself into his space. not that he's complaining - a smile spreads across his lips, though he doesn't stop searching for the book.

when tahno's hand takes a handful of buttock and squeezes, however, that rather draws taron's attention. there's a small, stifled noise, a thunk as he knocks something over on the table, and the sound of his soft breaths quickening between them.

he clears his throat, head turned toward tahno as he asks, "did you have something you needed?"

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17 TAHNO N TARON---

@seabiscuit / meme / 17

tahno's mouth is surely some fucking miracle, taron thinks, gasping for breath while the other man licks his clit, fingers him with quick, sharp strokes, and drives him inexorably toward orgasm. he's so close now, his whole body shuddering as tahno works him, good hand coming down to scramble for purchase as it comes so close to too much while still feeling sofuckinggood and he just -

finally sinks his fingers into tahno's hair as he cums, hips lifting to press against tahno's mouth as he moans, clit throbbing in tahno's mouth as the orgasm washes over him.