#c:lysander

[lyscndersccmcnder]

"Nope. Whatever you are about to ask me, the answer is no, Kennedy." Lysander stated as he packed up his bag, sensing the hovering of the familiar woman not far behind him.

@kennedyadams

[chip-foster]

@thevultur​

“So, wh-what happens if you get lar-ryngitis?” It was a silly question, but amid preparations for launch day, Chip had been asked by supervisors to think of all the things that could go wrong. And while getting coffee at the same time as Lysander, he had a thought. “Str-Stess makes people sick.”

[surya-mirga]

@thevultur​

Surya was desperately in need of a drink with some caffeine and alcohol in it after the long day she had. While sitting at the cafe counter, she spotted a familiar figure going by. She caught his eye, and lightly tapped the chair next to her with pointed toe of her shoes. 

[electra-tyr]

She was due to pick up the kids from their after school activity, having decided to spend the afternoon prepping Nova to take over for her in the next games. It still felt surreal, to know that she would be stepping down in a matter of days and that she wouldn’t have to worry until her own children's names began to enter the reaping bowl. That was a thought that crossed her mind often, and she knew that if the day would come then there was little she wouldn’t do to protect them. Leaning back in the elevator, she mostly ignored Lysander, knowing that in her current preoccupied state she wouldn’t be able to remain cordial... if how she spoke to him was considered that in the first place. When the elevator shuddered and the lights flickered briefly her hands tightened their grip on the elevator railing and as it came to a halt her eyes opened. The mention of a threat had her stiffening with tension and she stood straighter, glancing around as if it was possible to see. “Oh god...” she turned back to Lysander, “Do you have any idea on this threat?” @thevultur​

[monsterboysrp]

@seanrps || Lysander and Travis

The coupling had been an absolute success, not only in the moments but in the months following. Travis’s body took to it so smoothly that they often joked about him having been born for this; sure, his belly was big enough that he had trouble putting his own shoes on, much less other household tasks, but Lysander was happy to let him rest and enjoy the downtime as the eggs developed within him. The dendrite just couldn’t fathom how fortunate he was to have a mate such as Travis. He actually seemed to be enjoying this.

Lysander could sense when the day was getting near for the eggs to emerge. Their primitive minds could be heard by the elder creature, their growing discomfort at being confined, their growing hunger as their yolk reserves ran dry. Soon they would need to eat, and that drive was what initiated their hatching -- and they needed to be out before that happened. He watched Travis closely, knowing that the eggs would emit a hormone just before they were ready to hatch which would begin a simulated labor in the man -- strong enough to get the eggs laid, but not so uncomfortable as to make him unwilling to repeat the process sometime. Hopefully.

Lying in bed with Travis’s body tucked against his own, Lysander stroked a hand over the rounded shape of his belly, feeling the faint bulges of the eggs within. “Any day now,” he murmured, nuzzling the back of Travis’s neck.

[surya-mirga]

@thevultur​

After seeing the mostly empty Gamemaker tables in the ballrooms, Surya assumed they were all busy. It was the nature of the Games that everyone was “busy,” but some people were more actively doing jobs than others. When she saw Lysander in the hallway, she let the surprise show. “Gods or monsters?” she asked, nodding toward the entrance to each ballroom.

[chip-foster]

@thevultur​

This was a carefully chosen spot. Underground, literally, with exclusive clientele. The bouncer almost didn’t let him in, until the manager came to the rescue, happy to have Chip Foster back. We’ve missed you. He’d miss himself, too. Familiar and unfamiliar faces were floating around him, offering comments about how happy they were to see him back in town. As if being absent from the Capitol was the only possible explanation for his absence.

When he arrived at the bar to order himself another drink, a glass was readily placed in front of him. “Someone else bought it for you,” the bartender explained, nodding to the other end of the bar. 

[surya-mirga]

@thevultur​

“Can I make you a deal?” Surya inquired as she stepped up beside Lysander at the cafe. “I’ll buy your coffee if you tell me more about that bird supposedly named Doorknob.”