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Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth | Lex & GaiusIgnatius

Start of day 2 :: (10 remaining RP)

Lex woke in the strangest position, jolting upright as he realized he'd somehow woven himself into Iggy's arms. He shook the nightmare from his memory, as well as the nagging feeling of someone having taken care of him throughout it. Ana wasn't here to calm the nightmares. Ana wasn't anywhere, as his subconscious had very clearly showed him. He lifted himself gently off the bed, not wanting to incur any more of the king's wrath by waking him up. He hadn't expected the boy's words to be so full of malice, that he really had that much of an effect. Lex had a banging in his head that he was certain would be there forever, and he scanned the room for his pants. Shrugging, he pulled on his boxers and left the pants on the ground. He didn't have anywhere to be, may as well stay comfortable. Lex padded around the suite, noting that it had remained empty, just as the king had ordered. Must be nice, he thought bitterly. Back in Toledo, no one took orders from Lex. Sure, they needed him for some stuff, and he was a pretty hot commodity when brains were needed, which honestly was saying something about the intelligence of the rest of the crew, but they didn't respect him like this. He knew if last night had been at the flat where his crew lived, no one would have stayed away. They'd all be crushed against the door, listening and making "encouraging" noises.

Lex spotted the kitchenette and rummaged around for some food. If he was in the suite of a king, he was gonna milk it for all it was worth. Maybe if Iggy was sober, he'd be more fun to play with. Plus, it wasn't like Lex had anywhere better to be. This was by far one of the nicest places on the ship and the blond wasn't gonna waste the fact that he had free reign over it, at least for a few more minutes. He grabbed a box of cereal and a bowl that must've cost more than his cell phone and soaked it in milk. Snatching a few snacks from the cupboard as well, Lex made his way back into the bedroom where he thought he heard the rustling that meant Iggy was waking. He settled himself in an armchair and propped up his feet on the corner of the bed, digging into the cereal. 

It didn't look like the boy wanted to wake up, so Lex swallowed his bite of cereal and cleared his throat loudly. "You know it's rude to keep your guests waiting on you," he smirked, shoveling more food into his mouth. His headache was fading, but the rest of his ached. He realized the kid had put up a pretty good fight, for a virgin, and also that his body must be screaming for more drugs. It'd been hours since he'd touched anything besides Iggy, and he somehow doubted the king would be up for round two just so he could relieve the pain in his body. Looking at the boy, it was hard to forget how he woke up, or even the nightmares that were so similar to the ones he had every night, but how they'd subsided. He furrowed his brow, trying to make sense of it. 

"By the way, you didn't like..." his face contorted in faux disgust. "Sing to me, did you?" He asked lightly, trying to make a joke of it. No one had sung Lex to sleep in years, not since he stopped sleeping in the room down the hall from his sister. 

[lex-reed]

Well I'm Gonna Tear, Tear Them Down | Lex & Gaius Ignatius

End of Day :: (0 remaining)

Lex slammed the boy's body against the wall of the elevator, renewed passion taking over. He could tell Iggy wanted from Lex, something the blonde was sure he didn't want to give up. But for the time being, Lex was perfectly content with shoving forceful kisses at this boy, leaving blazing trails of kisses down his perfect jawline. His hands wandered beneath the king's shirt, his fingers grazing the toned muscles beneath his scorching skin, skin that Lex wanted nothing more than to devour every inch of. The "ding" of the elevator reaching the 16th floor was almost lost on Lex, but the disgruntled "hmph" of a woman dressed in furs on the other side of it's door brought him back to reality. Lex pulled his king out into the hallway, reaching back and giving the woman a nice big pinch on her bottom. He let out a roaring laugh, stretching his arms out as if he owned the place, as if he even knew where he was going.

Spinning around suddenly, Lex grabbed Iggy and pressed him against some door, his lips devouring the soft skin on his neck, his teeth grazing the skin and leaving marks he was sure would remain until the next day. "What room?" He growled, pure adrenaline pumping through his veins. If the boy wanted to know the dark lurking in his soul, what horrors he tried to hard to cover in the rage that came so easily to him, Lex was sure as hell going to get some darkness out of Iggy first.

Without waiting for an answer, Lex turned back to the hall, his hands still entwined in Iggy's. His eyes landed on the only room with a guard and he swore under his breath, laughing loudly. He couldn't believe his luck. This guy was the real fucking deal. He threw Iggy a disbelieving smile. "I'm guessing that's yours, right King?" He laughed, prancing up to the man, a self-righteous smile on his smug face. "Excuuuse me," he began in a very awful, stereotypical british accent. Sinking into a deep courtesy, Lex gestured to the king. "I am Lexington Wothwort the Third, escorting King Gaius home for the evening."

It took all of Lex's willpower not to burst out laughing as he accentuated every syllable, trilling every 'r'. Reaching back, he slapped Iggy right on his perfect ass, shooting him a cocky grin.

[lex-reed]

Kiss with a Fist | Lex & Bea

RP :: (8 RP)

Early morning, Day 1

Fury pounded through Lex's lean frame, tensing every muscle to the point of breaking. Perhaps the coke was a bad idea after all. Mixed with the uncontrollable anger coursing through Lex, the drugs were turning him into the heartless monster the FBI was on th search for, the monster who would murder his family in cold blood. Grief at his sister's lost mingled with the madness incurred by the loss of his photo resulted in a version of Lex he didn't know was completely possible. Blood pounded in his ears, his vision filtering away until there was only red. Always prone to tantrums, unless the situation was beyond horrible in which case he became disturbingly calm (much like after he got the news that his sister had been in the bank), Lex felt his grasp on reality slipping.

He railed against cabin doors, his foot exploding through the wood, nearly knocking the planks off their hinges, all the while looking for the girl. Zoe, he thought with a raging disgust. Why would she take that anyway? What use was it to her? The bitch didn't even know what meaning it might ho-

Fuck.

She'd said he looked familiar... Did she know? Had she recognized him and decided to impart her own sick revenge instead of turning him over to the authorities? Lex's mind worked in overdrive while he continued to force his way into people's room, determined to find the dark haired thief. He had to find her, he thought desperately, his anger giving way to anguish. There was no other option. In Lex's mind, she was the only culprit  and if she didn't have it...

"ZOOOOEEEE, snowy, showy, ZOE! Come out" Lex bellowed, his voice a perverse mockery of a sing song. "I know you're down here SOMEWHERE!" 

His foot crashed through a door on the opposite side of the deck from the broom cupboard of a room he'd passed out in the night before and he saw what looked like a familiar tangle of dark hair cascading over a plush pillow. "YOU!" He screamed, angry tears threatening to spill over his eyelids. He was so close. He only prayed that this was the girl he'd been searching for. Storming into the toom, both fury and drugs fueling his movement, Lex reached out and closed his fingers around the girl's thin arm, momentarily surprised at the muscle definition in it, before dragging her out of the bed.  His free hand was already at his back pocket, pulling out his prized blade.

"WHERE IS IT? WHERE THE FUCK IS IT, YOU THIEVING WHORE!!"

His words were nearly unintelligible, warped by the force he threw behind them. Lex yanked the girl against him, an embrace reminiscent of their last encounter, yet fueled by an entirely different kind of passion. He was unaware of the tears streaming down his face, his mind focused completely on the photograph of his sister and what he was willing to do to get it back. In this moment, Lex didn't see the intriguingly beautiful girl he'd met the day before, hell he didn't even think about the boy he'd nearly fucked in a DJ booth, who's hoodie he still wore. No, his only thought was what twisted person would would care to steal a simple photograph when he had hundreds of dollars worth of drugs in his other pocket. 

He began shuddering, shaking the girl along with him, unaware of the words spilling out of his mouth, words that mingled with yet more salty tears. "Where is it....? WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO WITH IT?" He screamed, his knife at her throat.

[gaius-ignatius-blog]

Tick, Tick, Tick, Boom | GaiusIgnatius&Lex

One day as King down, a lifetime to go and all the fledgling monarch wanted was to get drunk and forget about the fact that he had to go home to bury his grandmother and assume the mantle of leadership over an entire country.  I'm not even old enough to rent a car. His internal monologue grumbled, How the hell am I supposed to run a country?  Slender fingers moved to run through his buzzed hair and as they collided with glittering metal and precious stone he cringed a little, "Fuck." he murmured, remembering that he had not remembered to take the crown off before he'd gone to the club.  He hadn't even changed when they'd gotten back to the room, merely mumbling an excuse to his entourage and fleeing the suite, only one guard in tow, a behemoth he could see scanning the room from his position by the club door.  

There were some days, this day included, that Gaius enjoyed lying to himself about things.  Some days they were simple lies; "you look great in a fedora." "Eat that whole pizza and don't go running, you'll be fine." or "No he totally isn't into you just for your money."  But some days, like this one, they were more complicated lies including the current one which ran, "You're only in this club because there's booze and loud bass is a good distraction."  Complete personal honesty however (not something the King was fond of, as a rule) would require him to admit the following, "You're in this club because there's booze, loud bass is a good distraction, and you're drawn like a magnet to the memory of a stranger who thought you were cool even though he didn't know you were royalty.  A stranger whose touch burned, whose kiss poisoned, and who you want to see again even though you know you never ever should."  

Gaius sighed, the crown suddenly feeling heavier and cutting into his forehead. "Nobody ever said royal life was easy." he murmured to himself as he raised his martini to nobody in general and downed it with one giant gulp, praying the vodka would serve as his own personal Lethe this evening.  As he set his glass on the bar and signaled for another he scanned the crowd, not looking for a shock of blonde hair he told himself,  not looking for that frame he could melt into, just looking at all the people. 

He downed the second martini as quickly as the first and decided to make his way onto the dance floor, not to dance with anyone in particular, but to lose himself for a brief moment in a crowd of bodies that just didn't give a shit, a luxury the young King was no longer allowed to have. 

[lex-reed]

Leave your legacy in gold | Self

Start of Day :: (10 remaining)

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Lex bellowed into his pillow in response to the voice over the intercom, immediately regretting the decision. The power of his voice sent a wave of pain rocketing around his skull, the effects of dehydration and too many drugs pounding in his brain. Slowly, he opened his eyes, the world foggily coming into focus. He gathered his bearings, realizing where he was. It wasn't his room, not that he had a legal room anyway, but it seemed like this room wasn't meant for anyone, except maybe the crew. He was slumped in a chair, not even having managed to get into a bed. "Fuck..." he muttered, stretching and popping his limbs. Lex ran a shaky hand through his hair, feeling the need for a shower. Pieces of his night filtered into his brain, disjointed at first, but slowly working into a relatively coherent line. 

An adorable blonde girl had helped him here, and he remembered throwing up on her. No, not on her...just near her. She'd said something about Rolotin and how to take it. He smiled slightly. He thought she'd said her name as Daisy...like the flower. It fit. She reminded him of someone...a girl he'd met back home. One he used to almost feel the need to protect. Almost. It was like one of those "6 degrees" things. Daisy reminded him of a girl he knew, one of the sisters of a dealer, he thought, who he'd liked because she reminded him of his sister. Ana. Lex's heart gave a lurch at her memory, the reminder of her death still too fresh. It'd only been...about three days now, and he was far from over it. You'd think the boy would be more torn up by the loss of his parents, but Ana was all that mattered. He'd been supposed to protect her, not murder her. But...he didn't...it wasn't his fault...not his plan...not his fault...

His mind ran in circles, trying to absolve him of blame, putting it on anyone but himself. He'd set the bomb, but he didn't turn it on, didn't put Ana in harm's way...He felt his heart racing, much like it did when he did a fresh line, only without the good parts. Without the complete disregard of anything bad. Lex launched out of the chair, patting his person, trying to find both his drugs and a certain picture, both necessary implements in easing his mind. His fingers closed over a small baggie in his left pocket and he remembered he'd given one of his smaller bags to that DJ the night before. Huffing out a sigh, he reached in his other pocket, ready to feel the relief that was certain to wash over him when his fingers closed over the slick photo paper. Only they didn't. 

His eyes snapped open, fury building in his chest. Where the fuck was it!? No....no no no no....Lex tore off the hoodie, frantically searching for the crumpled photo. No, this wasn't his..."FUCK!" He screamed, his fingers clawing at his hair. This was the prince's...had he left the picture in the DJ booth? Had it fallen out during his affair with the boy who ran away from him in tears? Shrugging the hoodie back on, Lex sloppily set out a line from his baggie, feeling the drug burn up his nasal cavity, anger flowing through him. If he lost the one thing that tethered him to this earth....the one reminder of the only thing that ever mattered...

Lex patted his back pocket, relieved at least to feel his blade was still in his possession. If he'd managed to lose the two personal items he ever cared to hold on to, hell itself wouldn't be able to save the people on this ship. 

The manic blonde began trying to re-walk his steps from the day before, thinking of anything, anywhere he might have lost it. He swore he'd put it in his pocket, but it wasn't there....the girl getting on the ship barely touched him, and anyway he'd had her stuff, not the other way around...he hadn't run into anyone else until the Prince, wait- the girl. The one who'd smacked him around after he kissed her. No...she couldn't have gotten it without him noticing, could she? She was obviously a fiery one, but a thief? 

Lex shoved the bag of coke back in his pocket, his fingers grazing over the knife Jacob had given him before storming out of the room, his mind focused on one thing and one thing alone. God help that girl if she was the one with his photo.

[lex-reed]

Live Without Shame | Lex & Daisy [Prompt 3]

The liquor and drugs still coursing through his system, Lex found himself wobbling along the corridors of the ship in an attempt to find a room to crash in for the night. He felt the ship begin to sway beneath him, something that did not bode well with his inebriated state. He'd been fucked up far worse than this before, but never on a moving ship. This added a much different dynamic to the whole thing, and Lex wasn't sure he liked it.

His mind was still reeling from the events of the day, and he definitely needed to sleep, but first he had to find a place to do that. Surely no one knew he was on board yet...he hadn't heard the captain alert the passengers to a dangerous fugitive yet which meant he was still in the clear. The ground under his feet gave a jolt and sent him flying into on of the walls, eliciting a string of curses from the boy's lips. It seemed that between his moment of fun with the prince and his mishap with the girl known only as Zoe, Lex was gathering quite a string of bruises. 

Lifting a hand to his head in an attempt to balance himself, he caught sight of a blonde head of hair not far from him. "Oi!" He called out, placing one of his signature smiles on his face and hoping he didn't look too worse for wear. That's just what he needed, to alert the passengers to someone who looked insane. He absently smoothed his hair and focused all his energy on walking straight. Extending a hand, he introduced himself. "Hey thurr," he slurred, swaying to the side. "I know I look crazy, I just had a little too much fun on the upper deck..." he paused, hoping the girl wouldn't be too off put by his appearance if he made it known he'd been interacting with the elite. "I just need help finding a roo- my room." He quickly corrected himself, cursing himself for making such an obvious slip. Of course he didn't have a room, but she didn't have to know that. Maybe she'd even let him stay with her. His eyebrows perked at the thought. One for three on the first day wouldn't be so bad in Lex's book.