Jul 1, 2012
((Forgot to upload this. All you need to know is BABBU.
Also his daddies' tails are his favorite chew toys.))
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((Forgot to upload this. All you need to know is BABBU.
Also his daddies' tails are his favorite chew toys.))
J'Darro turned toward D'Jar with the most sheepish of smiles on his face as Abanji exited the room.
"I'm... so sorry..."
He walked over and wrapped his arms around D'Jar (who, because he was still sitting down, was knocked onto his back on the bed), laughing into the larger Khajiit's chest.
He realized now that he had lips once again. Well, proper lips, anyway. Not scaly skin that didn't really act how you wanted it to. He took advantage of this by straddling D'Jar's waist and leaning down, bracing himself with his hands on the muscles of the big cat's chest, to kiss him. He held it for a long moment before pulling away, running a hand up to D'Jar's cheek.
"I'm sorry, I needed to do that. Kissing you as me is so much more satisfying than kissing you as a lizard."
Do you want children?
((I'll assume this is directed at Dar because of my recent posts, lol))
More than anything, but... not right now. Not until my... condition... has calmed down. And if D'Jar is ready and willing as well.
((HEY BURRITO:
LOOK.
I figured you'd want to know.))
J'Darro's hand clutched empty sheets.
He couldn't say he was surprised. He had half expected this from the moment he bought that bottle of brandy and joined the handsome Khajiit at the table in the corner. This was how it went.
They drank.
They fucked.
They left.
He dug his face into the pillow, angry at himself for pulling this shit once again, but all he could smell was D'Jar. The scent brought back flashes of memories, recollections. His soft growls of pleasure, the gentle touch of his hands, the taste of his mouth.
He threw the pillow onto the ground. He had sworn to himself this one was different, that this one cared. He had certainly seemed it. Even his rough demeanor was easily recognizable as a mask of sorts, a facade to protect himself.
Swearing to yourself means nothing, though, when you can't believe a word you say.
Sitting up on the bed and putting his feet on the floor, his hand went absently to rub his shoulder. It was still sore from bite marks, though the rest of him fared surprisingly well. A soldier's stamina, he supposed.
He stood and went over to pick up his pants and shirt from where they lay after being thrown last night. As he slipped them on, and afterwards donned his Legion armor, his face was set in an emotionless mask.
This wasn't even the worst part. The waking up alone, the dressing alone, the memories that linger. All those things were tolerable. All those things were things that were easily dealt with.
No, he thought as he slung his satchel over his shoulder and opened the door, looking back for a moment, the worst part isn't even looking back, and knowing that this place you were leaving, this place you may never see again, was the one connection you had to this person you might never again meet.
He closed the door of the room.
The worst part, the part that hit hardest, was the knowledge that somewhere out there, there was someone who didn't care about all those other things.
((You guys... I wrote D'Darro sads...
And at first I was like:
MWAHAHAHAH NO ONE CAN STOP ME!
Then I was like:
Oh god my heart. Why am I writing this. I'm a terrible person.
But I'm posting it anyway.))