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"Chocolates, paper origami flowers, and one reservation to a three star restaurant. Where they still serve food with proper proportians but the wine is expensive." Zartan kissed Lucien's cheek.
"Truly, the best of both worlds." Lucien replies, before returning the kiss, "I was almost afraid you had forgotten about me. I'm glad I was wrong."
He tosses his arms around Zartan's neck holding him close.
"We can have dessert at my place."
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Dreadnocking on Your Door
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Beneath the city, amongst cold, damp passages inhabited only by a select few, a man hurriedly trekked through their winding maze to find the one person who could help him. To most people, the underground labyrinth of the city was a dangerous maze filled with shady figures that hid in the shadows, waiting to slit open both your purse and your throat. That's how disappearances were usually explained, at least- people wander in and are never seen again. Must be thieves and murderers- or monsters. There were plenty of stories about the latter, of course- but few actually took them seriously.
Leo knew the dangers of the labyrinth, but he also knew its sanctuaries. He had since he was a young man barely in his teens, and that is why he found himself here, standing in front of an apparent dead end. Apparent to all but him, it would seem, as he knocked on the wall as if it were a door. Several taps- a pause- and then several more taps.
He took a few steps back, then waited.
The bricks suddenly began to shake, and then fall to the ground one by one. This revealed another corridor, this one lit by something bright at the end of it. Leo stepped over the bricks, and made his way through. He didn't bother to look back as the bricks began to stack onto one another again, turning back into the faux dead end they had been before.
The light at the end of the tunnel turned out to be a large room, one that was decorated wall to wall with odd machinery. Creations of all sorts lied around seemingly half-haphazardly, both big and small, of all shapes and who knows how many purposes. It was hard to even guess what the purposes of some of them might be- many of them looked almost like creatures. Specifically creatures that one might see in your nightmares- from spiders to ghouls it would seem rather ghastly to most. The mood wasn't helped much by several ravens that fluttered about the place.
To Leo it almost felt like home.
On the other side of the room, hunched over a desk, was a small, cloaked figure scribbling frantically away at their desk.
He walked up to the other person, making sure to still stand a few feet away before loudly clearing his throat.
The figure immediately jumped to their feet, turning around to see who was lurking behind them. It was hard to see what was under their hooded cloak, not helped by the black bangs covering up their eyes that almost blended in with the hood. They always did like wearing a lot of black, as if they wanted to become like a shadow themselves, Leo thought to himself. The more things change...
The figure stood still for a moment, looking Leo up and down as if they couldn't quite understand what they were seeing. After a moment they finally spoke up; “Leo? What are you-?” The figure looked at a nearby clock, squinted as if they didn't quite believe it, then looked back to the man. “Something happen?”
The man nodded. “Afraid so. There's some nasty looking intruders coming into the territory.”
The girl stared at him as if he had said something quite silly. “Okay? You know the birds can take care of that- and I upgraded the-”
“-they're armed, Crow.”
The girl, Crow, went quiet for a moment- she had no doubt heard the implication in his tone. People having weapons going into the territory wasn't a new thing- Leo knew this. So-
“How armed are we talking about?”
“To the teeth. Never seen anything like it around there. They seem to be looking for something- or someone. No idea, didn't go near just went straight here. Figured you'd want to know.”
Crow nodded. “Yeah, definitely. Thank you. I'll go take care of it right away-” She shook her head as Leo opened his mouth to speak. “No, alone. You know you're no good at sneaking.” Leo had always been able to handle himself on the streets when it came to direct confrontation, but he was useless when it came to sneaking.
Leo sighed, but didn't argue. She was right- besides, he wouldn't have come to her if he didn't think she was able to handle this. Leo had things he was better at, but this wasn't one of them. “I'll go make sure the kids are off the streets. Just be careful, okay?”
Crow nodded, rummaging through desk drawers until she pulled out a mask- one with a long, pointed beak. She placed it on before heading towards the exit. “I will be.”
"No- No don't panic- this can be fixed- this is fine. Don't try to move them that might make this worse." He crouched down and gently slid his hands under the Commander and lifted him gently, "Hand on. I'm going to spring to my escape helicopter. We'll get you to medical in no time- if you lose your legs we'll just get you robot legs." That was the only humor he offered before he took off running, gently rubbing circles with his thumb on the Commander's back. -DreadnokZartan
"Heh...heh..." he laughed weakly, letting himself slump in Zartan's arms, "Robot legsss..."
His head fell limp against Zartan's chest. The Commander could only shift his shoulders to his best comfort. Despite shock keeping pain from setting it, he knew better than to move where he saw injury. With a slight, straining readjust, he let out a raspy breath.
"I know I can trust you."
Zartan felt his world go in slow motion as he watched the out of control jeep roll right on top of the Commander, the man in blue disappearing under it as it landed right up. "C-Commander- COMMANDER!" He screamed, sprinting over. He hooked his hands under the front edge and lifted with his back, putting everything he had into getting the jeep off of the other. And with all his determination he hoisted the jeep and flipped it off. "Commander- are you okay? Is anything broken?" -DreadnokZartan
"Move--move!"
The Commander shouted, waving his arm to signal the soldiers out of their place tucked behind the barriers. While they fled the path of danger, the Commander inadvertently put himself right in front of it. Not a sound escaped him before the jeep rolled over. It fell onto him with the same unceremonious clatter of a toy, and the Commander just the hapless doll beneath it.
No loud scream. No cry.
The vehicle crashed down onto the other side, revealing the Commander sprawled in the mud beneath it. Dirt streaked his clothes and mingled with blood that followed the same direction of motion across his legs--coinciding with a ragged tear in his uniform. His helmet, though badly scratched, remained intact.
"I don't--my legs. Zartan--" he whimpered, lifting his head. "Oh, God. I can't move them. "
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Zartan stolled up to the Commander and tugged on his hand in a twirl before tugging the other to his chest. "Come on snake, let’s rattle," he purred before tugging the masked man to the wide open area that's been designated as the dance floor for the day.
"--Ohoh!" the brisk tug pulled a gasp out of the Commander, who fell right into Zartan's body. He righted himself and giggled. His hands found their place clasped in Zartan's.
"At your beck and call, dear Zartan." He snickered and backed off several paces with a winding, slow sashay of his hips, taunting-- "If you can keep up with me."
"I think i accidentally break my own heart a lot." -DreadnokZartan
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The Commander slunk back and leaned his head on Zartan, closing his hands over his heart.
"And would you let me mend it for you again and again?"
"Remember being little and thinking dandelions were fun or a pretty color or something and every adult in an 80 mile radius wouldn’t let you say that without screaming IT’S A WEED." -DreadnokZartan
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"Children do not consider as many things ugly until you point things out to them. That is why I love them--they are just curious and happy to experience things."
