#ehstyl

[billyandhismultiples]

Continuing from HERE || @ehstyl

Even when not in his usual red attire and out doing miscreant deeds, some of the strangest things seemed to happen to the duplicator. This time he was simply on a grocery run, picking up a few things to throw something together for dinner, when everyone around him dropped to the floor like boxes being thrown from a truck. All that remained was him and the culprit responsible; a stoic man, golden-eyed and completely unfazed with his own actions.

His words were, oh, mildly terrifying, just a bit, as he walks past Billy to grab a cereal box; well, that's amusing. Though brows furrow at the mention of calling him a mutant, then correcting himself to calling him a meta instead. What an interesting situation all around.

"Huh. Guess that's one way ta find out if someone got powers. Yeah, ya got me." He was certainly glad to not be passed out like the rest of the folks around him, but maybe being conscious and interacting with the stranger wasn't actually the best thing.

"Sooo, ya turned off people's noggins like a light switch so ya can getcha Lucky Charms?" Maybe he shouldn't be messing with the man who did exactly that, but when has Billy ever actually learned from yapping too much?

[legion-transcendent]

@ehstyl asked: "simply put, beloved, you are my better half. and i have no issues saying so to others."

Tell me how your muse describes my muse to other people

   “Wow. I … Don’t know what to say to that,” David says, frowning even as his heart flutters. “I-I’m not sure I d-deserved bein’ called that but … Thank you, Vulcan.”

[awbro]

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" so ... so, it's just me who feels totally out of place, then? awesome. "

[legion-transcendent]

@ehstyl asked: "parental love may have helped us both. i am unsure if it would fix us, however." [ from gabe, said very matter-of-factly, like that isn't a shared trauma-- ]

Anonymously tell my muse what either your muse or you, the mun, think would fix them

"When we were traumatised, vulnerable kids it woulda done wonders," David says, not even trying to hide the bitterness. "Woulda helped us deal with our shit in healthier ways. Now? Now it's kinda too late. Can't really unfuck that damage. ... But it'd be nice if our parental figures actually tried now though."

A pause and then a grimace. "D ... Do y' even have a parental figure?"

[legion-transcendent]

@ehstyl asked: kiss roulette for gabe?

Kiss Roulette 32. A kiss while someone watches

   There is an impulse in him that is hard to ignore. He's been trying too. David has been working so hard on his self-control, on his ability to contain himself. To control himself and keep all the emotion and want and infinity inside. It has been a long while since he last let himself be all that he is and sometimes that leads to a building inside himself. Sometimes it's just power, just creation wanting an outlet. And sometimes it's emotion and need and loneliness. In this case it's the later.

   What's not helping him in this is what's growing between him and Vulcan. A closeness that is shifting, warming. He doesn't want to name it yet, a part of him still afraid of reading it wrong, but it's there and today it's making David itch.

   A busy street probably isn't the best place for this impulse to win but logic isn't driving him right now. Actually, the fact that the two mutants are being watched might be goading him on a little. It's probably the prudish judgement in their brain.

   "Wanna know what the fun thing 'bout bein' a telepath is?" David hums, a smirk on his lips and a light in his mismatch eyes. He shifts a little closer to Vulcan, one hand slipping into Gabe's and fingers intertwining. A glance at the person watching, his smirk going wicked before his focus turns back to Gabe.

   "I can make people forget we're here."

   And with that David puts his fingers to Vulcan's jaw, turning his face to his. He presses a kiss to Gabriel's lips, soft but insistent. He waits until after their lips touch to send out the blanket mental message that obfuscates the two mutants. Just long enough that he feels the discomfort and disgust of a bigot and can relish it.

[legion-transcendent]

@ehstyl asked: vulcan presses a kiss onto david's forehead, gaze of light half-lidded as he hums. sharing a bed is something he has done before, back during his days as a married man, but he hasn't felt this at peace, even then.

no, back then he had been both son and father to war. endless, brutal war that stretched itself across the skies.

"have you slept, my love?" for once, he has. the novelty is enough he must ask if the blessing was shared.

Unprompted

A small groan rumbles in the back of David’s throat as he feels Gabriel shift. He curls himself closer to the warmth of the other man, instinctively seeking that small amount of comfort as, for the briefest of moments, his mind tries to cling to its rest. But rest cannot be a permanent thing for David, nor can peace. In an instant the neurons of his brain fire on and David Haller feels a surge of panic.

He awakens in a rush. Eyes snap open. Body jerks into a sitting position. He doesn’t breathe as a frantic gaze scans his surroundings. It is only when his eyes drop onto Vulcan that a sense of calm starts to seep into him.

David takes a deep breath, eyes closing for a moment as muscles relax.

“Aye … Aye, I suppose I did,” he says, words slow as he tries to bring himself down from his initial panic. He leans into Gabriel, using his warmth and presence as an anchor, as a reminder that he is safe and no one hurt him while he was unconscious. While he was vulnerable.

“Haven’t let myself do that in a while.”

[legion-transcendent]

@ehstyl gets a starter.

   “Aye, neither of us needs to eat but I reckon that just means we can enjoy it more,” David says, grinning wide as he pushes Gabriel’s chair in.

   He is wearing a shirt, which is the first unusual thing about this moment. It is a silk dress shirt, complete with the top three buttons undone. The second unusual thing is how his hair appears to be behaving itself. It is down and shaped into a loose plait. The third strange thing are the dress pants that his shirt is tucked into. Still no shoes though, or socks. Never socks. He’s certainly pulling out all the stops for this.

   The dining table has been set with candles and nice plates and what would be considered the fine silver cutlery if David hadn’t crafted them out of matter and reality and dreams. In the centre of the table sit three dishes, and a large loaf of sliced challah bread in a basket. One sizzles away in a hot covered pan that sits on a wooden board, so it doesn’t burn the tablecloth. The second is a casserole dish, covered to hide the food underneath. The third is a salad, a side David remembers from childhood. In fact, all of these dishes hold a strong sensory childhood memory for David. It’s all dishes his mother made for him and finally he’s making them for someone he loves.

   “So, here’s the deal,” he continues, floating around the table to his seat. He’s not even aware that he’s floating. He’s just doing it on impulse because of the joy buzzing in him. “I wanted to do somethin’ comfortin’ for y’ an’ I also wanted to share my culture with y’ somehow. An’ there ain’t anythin’ more comforting than a home cooked Jewish meal so ….”

   Grinning even wider, David opens his arms towards the table. The lids over the two covered dishes vanish, a clang from the kitchen indicating they’ve dropped into the sink. One looks to be eggs boiling in a simmering red sauce. The second is some sort of potato casserole.

   “We have, Challah, o’ course,” David says, pointing out each dish. “A zesty Israeli salad, although the true origin is heavily contested. Potato kugal and shakshuka.” A pause and his hands come back together, his features suddenly nervous. “So … What do y’ think?”

[legion-transcendent]

@ehstyl asked: betelgeuse <3

𝐫𝐩  𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬  .   .   .   (   a  study  of  stars   )  Betelgeuse  —  Sender  rests  their  forehead  against  Receiver's.

   He’s got a headache. It’s been lingering for days. It’s driving David a little insane. A little on edge. He might have snapped at a few of The Commune residence today. Not great. So, David did one of those blanket messages that said to leave him the fuck alone and isolated himself in his rooms. Went full darkness and bed and just doing his best to keep his brain out of everyone else’s business. Not easy for a telepath with his reach but he’s trying so hard.

   The noise doesn’t stop. Neither does the pounding in his skull. It tells him rest isn’t happening. David is aware that his headaches aren’t like other peoples. This would be debilitating for anyone else. It’d be a hospital visit, a serious one. With a deep, harsh breath, David gets up. He walks through the dark room to get a cup and a drink of water. He’s just about to turn on the tap when the door opens, letting in a burst of light.

   David hisses at the sudden glow, a hand moving to cover his sensitive eyes. Angry words rise in his throat but then he recognises the mind that’s entered his space. His shoulders relax, hand lowering.

    “Vulcan, hey. … Sorry, but I need …,” he starts, only for the other man to close the distance between them and gently take David’s head. He pulls him down just enough to bring their foreheads together. David puts his glass down on the counter, sighing a little as he lets the fire of Vulcan’s mind wash over his own. He breathes out a small, “Oh.”

    “Y’ know,” David says, after a few minutes of basking in this touch and closing his eyes. The other noise, it’s slipping away. The fire, it’s soothing. “Feelin’ the shieldin’ ‘round y’ brain has become weirdly comforting.”