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@atlaslain

“What are you doing right now?”

Her ‘Zack Fair is doing something stupid’ senses are tingling. Better call just in case.

[revolverized]

[mark] for that spicy meme

sorry mom / accepting

[ mark ]   your muse purposefully marking mine up with bruises, hickies, etc. 

Post-battle kiss sessions have become their norm. Zack might say it’s because he’s irresistible and charming. Squall would say it’s because he’s a fucking tease. What started as simple fight flirting and an inability to stay away from each other after finally being back together had evolved into purposely riling each other up during the entire match, to the point the gods have tried to intervene more than once.

Not that either of them are willing to let them.

And that’s how they’re tangled up the way they currently are, with Zack pressing Squall against a tree, and Squall enjoying a little too much the way the bark catches his skin and clothes as he’s pushed further against it. Arms wrap around Zack’s shoulders, in an effort to pull him closer as he kisses him the way he’d spent too many years only thinking about doing.

But it seems Zack doesn’t intend to stop at just that, pulling away just a bit with shallow breaths as his hand creeps up to Squall’s hair, grabbing hold to just gently coax his head back.

And Squall listens, tilting his gaze upward with a huff, all too eager to listen when Zack’s got him like this. The only time he’ll listen, really.

He lets out a soft hum as he feels Zack’s lips press down on his chin, then his jaw, and then his neck, before the sensation of teeth makes him grunt in pain. His eyes open as he starts to complain, but then Zack’s given a gentle kiss of apology over the bite, and he rolls his eyes as he lets him continue on, his own hands roaming over the muscle of his shoulders.

He doesn’t bite down again, just makes his way across his throat with a series of lips pressing and sucking, his hand in Squall’s hair massaging gently to lull him into a sense of contentment. Until, he realizes that Zack’s starting to give extra special care to one spot on the side of his neck in particular.

A loud sigh as he shifts to look down at him.

“Hickies and bite marks? Are you twelve?”

He doesn’t stop him, though, a slight thrill in his gut at what Zack’s probably intending with this. There’s not exactly anyone else Spiritus and Materia have been on their cases about being intimate with. And Squall’s never been one to deny a chance to give a good old ‘fuck you’ to any all-powerful deities in his way.

[flamereign]

in the silence of his own mind, axel can admit the situation he’s found himself in is getting more --- precarious by the moment.  he’s been forced to survive in this realm long enough he’s long stopped underestimating the resourcefulness of humans and these ( hunters, his mind spits venomously,  his wounded pride at being so caught unawares fueling the rage bubbling beneath his skin ) seem to have found their calling in torture.  

he’ll hand it to them --- they have shackled him to this prison quite effectively:  no access to earth,  flame and after their last mistake costing them one of their own to his teeth, no access to the weak, easily-bent minds of these pests keeping him here either,  in this cage lined with just enough iron to sap him of his strength slow but steady, yet not enough to outright kill him.  axel may be a patient creature and a strong one,  but his resources are . . . limited. 

it only makes him more determined to pay them back their treatment in kind, however.  if he could ever discern a way out of these doors ---

the sound movement upstairs makes him look up. a door opens and closes, the sound of something being dragged become more pronounced with each step.  nostrils flare at the strong, sharp scent of blood hitting his olfactory senses and . . . yes, there, snarling.  hissing. another prisoner? 

his prison door opens with his answer held within the same hands that put him in here.  a body is shoved none too gently into the same room as him and it takes axel only a second to figure out what the meaning of this little display is --- because the man now stirring on the floor is unmistakably a vampire.  a low hiss escapes between sharp teeth, his solid green eyes narrowing dangerously. 

how he wishes for his magic to answer his call.  alas.  “ i know you’re awake,  blood sucker, “ his voice is sibilant, a silken threat woven throughout.  “ did they put you here to kill me, hmn? “  fools.  // @atlaslain

[hiraitz]

‘ i’m a snack but everyone seems to be on a diet. ’ :/

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❝ Try going vegetarian then ? I guess people not wanting 100% beef, haha. Or maybe try some more sugar. ❞

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[Continued from HERE.]

@atlaslain:

         “what if someone wants a hug?!” now, ravus is likely not the cuddliest of men but some fool might want to get snuggly and all they’ll get for their troubles is a nice stabbing. zack is going to need this man to rethink his distressing battle tactics. “you’re prickly enough as it is. we don’t need you turning into a walking armory.”

The Commander gives Fair his best withering look (he’s had a lot of practice) and raises his chin as if daring the other career soldier to try it. Hugging, that is.

“Where some men see a loss, I see an opportunity. Losing my arm was the best thing that ever happened to me,” he states, raising the Magitek enhanced limb so Zack can get a better look at it- Practicality and artistry woven together into one dangerous package. The alloy fingers flex as gracefully as if they were flesh and bone, the elegant form of a human hand shifting into that of segmented blade enhanced by materia.

“I’m thinking of allowing Besithia to attempt some of his more... experimental enhancements. He hasn’t disappointed thus far.”

[feuerthe]

“You want me to come down there so you can kill me?” 

@atlaslain sent ✫

[bcnriya]

@atlaslain | cont.

He glanced down at the calloused hand that wrapped around his wrist and felt a smile pulling at the corner of his lips. Worick gave the sleepy SOLDIER a lopsided smile. “What if I want to go topple a legitimate government?” He gently extracted his limb from Zack’s grasp and rested his hand on his thigh, giving a light squeeze.

“If you’re going to arrest me, you should use actual handcuffs there, babe.”

[cardtypeking-blog]

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 “You know, I’m going to say it. How much hair gel do you use right there?” its... a lot. For certain that is a lot of hair to take care of, it looks harder to contain then even his punk hair style. Its... just a lot.  “I mean it must cost a fortune for all that gel...”