#nightfeared

[darckcarnival]

“Secret admirer huh? I wonder who that could be.” ( from Leon @nightfeared :3 )

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@nightfeared

@valour-bound

Maybe being caught slightly red handed wasn't too horrible, as if his very convincing argument back around Christmas hadn't already broken the carefully crafted shell. Darck stood within the mans personal office at his place of work, and getting in places was never too much a problem for a vampire. Between suggestion and her many networks of faking papers of ID's, well, over the years? Her smooth talking and ways in or out had certainly gotten better. But it still didn't mean she'd be completely invisible unless literally staying inside shadows. However, as she had been waiting on a phone call, using the usual method had to be postponed, so it was old fashioned walking.

The neatly wrapped small package had been placed on the desk of the DSO agent, with the note reading 'Secret Admirer'. A scent of some sort of sweets inside it, baked maybe? Later if it were to be opened, yes, that is what it is. Some cookies and chocolates, specialty made, but there was also a small little paper weight at the bottom. In the shape of a wolf head, just flat and embedded in the metal disk like paper weight, and had his name on the bottom of it. But that was for a later discovery.

Brunette already retreating to the door across the way, prepped to be in and out without a worry- until she heard movement near by, the side door opening- And Leon's voice speaking up. Well... This was perhaps one of the more amusing situations of which the woman had been caught in, far better than the history of her shit luck back in the day. It was a reason why she had stopped, and slowly turns on her heel with a smile on her face. "Exactly mt thoughts, couldn't tell you. Stopped by, saw you weren't here, a package. Thought I'd look for you to tell you about it." Was this a convincing reasoning? No, not one god damn bit. And she knew it too, but still stuck by the chosen course with amusement in her tone. Thankful that her ears were covered by long hair, with how warm they were getting. Guilty in the stupidest way possible, how dumb and funny.

"Guess you gotta figure out who might be ballsy enough to go through such risks to hide in the shadows?" Couldn't help the playful words that escaped in an oh so sing song tone of voice. Darck ever was a colorful personality. Be it in or out of sight. All the same, she had stopped the retreat for the door at the very least. For now.

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@nightfeared / @scourge-accursed ○ 𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕪𝕟 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕤 ○

          ⤷  『  ❝ all i see is a boy meddling with things he doesn’t understand. ❞  』

That burned and burrowed under his skin, if only because the bastard was right and he couldn't refute it. Not like it isn't something he'd been thinking about when he couldn't sleep in the early hours of the morning and everyone else was knocked out cold, looking more peaceful in those moments than he's seen them in weeks…

He'd see them and wonder what on earth he was doing. Niflheim had attacked Insomnia, killed so many people and here he was, on a fucking road trip to Altissia, to get married to Lunafreya, as if an alliance like that on paper was worth anything after the mockery Niflheim had made of the one with Lucis.

To some degree he's become aware that his father sent him away just before the ceremony, despite it being both abnormal and a social faux pas, in order to keep him safe, but… Well he hasn't exactly been feeling safe. If anything he just wishes desperately that he could go home, and that if he did he wouldn't be seeing the destroyed buildings and burning castle, but that his father would be there on the steps just as he'd left him, gentle scolding words already on his lips because Noct went back instead of moving on.

That's the thing, isn't it? He's refusing to move on, or maybe it's just that he doesn't know how. Not really… He's never been good at the political intrigue game, Ignis is much better at it, the subtleties and nuance just go over his head. That's also part of the reason he doesn't like dealing with the Chancellor's little trips of interference, he doesn't know how to act or react around him even if part of him wishes he could just shove a sword through the man and be done with it.

"Funny, I could've said you're the one who's meddling." Is what he finally shoots back, the insecurity and doubt hidden behind a thin layer of hatred which he uses now as a shield, glaring at the man and hoping rather fervently he'd be gone soon so he could just. Not have to deal with this for a while.

That's all he wants, really… To not have to deal with it. Any of it.

[worldly-diversity]

@nightfeared ○ 𝕘𝕝𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕠𝕝𝕦𝕤 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕤 ○

          ⤷  『  ❝ we’ve all had bad days. but we learn. and we stick together. ❞  』

"I know, you're right." He muttered, rubbing the back of his neck and then pushing the hair back from his face, though none of it was helping the way it felt like bees were under his skin. Already the heel of his foot's started tapping when he tries to keep the rest of him still. He's listening, really he is, but it's hard to look that way when sitting still's suddenly about one of the hardest things to do in the moment.

A second later he's jumped up to pace. He's not even really much of a pacer, he'd rather either hide away from the world for the rest of forever or go out and fight something, get rid of all that nervous energy that felt like it was damn near about to explode out of him.

"I know… It's just—" A click of the tongue and he's turned back sharply towards Gladio, knowing he could express himself and at best he'd get cuffed across the back of his head for being an idiot. That's fine though, he knows he can be one, and that despite everything Gladio's pretty damn good at keeping a clear head in all this mess.

It's too easy to forget he isn't the only one of the four of them to have lost home and family to Niflheim's attack.

"What if I mess this up?" He finally coughed out, quick like pulling off a bandaid because admitting to his insecurities still felt like bile crawling up his throat. The others know he has them, it's clear as day anyhow, but that doesn't make saying any of it aloud any easier either.

"I know I've got you guys and we're gonna stick together and make it through this, but what if I fuck up and something goes wrong? What if one of you guys gets hurt, too? I can't lose you guys on top of everything else…"

It already hurt too damn much to get up in the morning to begin with. He didn't want to even consider what it'd be like if he didn't have the others there to push him forward. And he knows it's cruel of him to make them do it, too. There's no choice and they need to keep going, and he's sharply aware of what a weight he's become, of how he's more an inconvenience than anything else.

Like a fussy package being delivered to Altissia; more trouble than it's worth…

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@nightfeared ○ 𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕦𝕖𝕝 ○

          ⤷  『  for sender to bite along receiver’s hips.  』

Exam season was coming up and he'd been busier than ever, running around gathering materials, grinding his brain into dust studying, asking for some leeway with his hours from Miss Diane because there was no way he could keep up his regular working hours right now and pass his exams at the same time.

He'd been a whirlwind of activity non-stop is basically the point. He also might have been neglecting Ethan a little because of it… Not that he'd meant to, and they still kissed and occasionally cuddled, but his mind was constantly on his schoolwork and it showed.

So when he'd come home from school late as usual because of study hall, he'd planned on throwing his things down, making dinner and then cramming material into his brain for another couple of hours again.

What he hadn't counted on was his boyfriend staging an intervention that included grabbing him by the waist and carrying him to their bedroom to toss him onto the bed (gently) and divesting him of his clothes.

Oh he'd put up a token protest, but if there was one thing he couldn't say no to when it came to his lover, well… Yeah.

So a few moments later he's lying there, entirely naked and being teased by his darling lover to the point of writhing in need as the other continued to playfully ignore his hardness and instead trailed kisses over his abdomen, around his cock, and further down over his inner thighs, leaving him squirming and needy.

"Please, Ethan… Stop teasing!"

The retort he gets just makes him whine. Alright sure so he hadn't really been available for this kind of stuff the past couple weeks but was it really fair to tease him and leave him on edge like this as payback?

The thought and pout disappear when those gentle kisses turn into playful little bites that make him gasp, his back arching into the sensations. Oh. He hadn't known that he was so sensitive there.

"Nnh… Ethan, baby, please—"

[worldly-diversity]

@nightfeared ○ 𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕦𝕖𝕝 ○

          ⤷  『  for sender to bite receiver’s lip before kissing them.  』

Ethan not being quite as effortlessly tactile as Samuel could be, he was always delighted whenever the other initiated anything, from gentle touches, hugs and cuddles to things like this. Kisses and more intimate touching.

They'd been sitting on the couch watching whatever movie was on tv at the moment when Ethan had leaned over to kiss the corner of his mouth. Then that had turned into a kiss, then another, and shortly after Sammy had ended up in Ethan's lap, movie completely forgotten.

A soft gasp escapes him as the other's teeth gently scrape over his lip before he's kissed again, lips already parted to receive the tongue that pushes past non-existent barriers to enter his mouth and gently but insistently proceed to set his nerve endings alight with gentle pleasure.

Clearly, he absolutely loves kissing Ethan.

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○ 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕣 ○

          ⤷  『  @nightfeared  』

She could've sworn she'd seen the telltale light of the Gummi Ship's arrival from the corner of her eye, sitting bored in her classroom and wondering how everyone was doing as usual. She understood they wanted her safe, wanted her to have the life it seemed they couldn't anymore, but admittedly… She hated feeling like she'd been left behind.

So when she saw the Gummi Ship's light in the direction of the island they always played on, she was quick to ditch school and race on over. Maybe it was nothing, but maybe it also wasn't and Sora or Riku would be there! She couldn't just ignore the possibility and stay in class—

Once arrived on the pier, she definitely saw the ship and let out a happy gasp, racing over before throwing herself into Sora's arms with as much enthusiasm as she could currently handle. Oh it felt like it had been years since they last saw each other!

"Sora!" A tight squeeze later and she finally let him go, still smiling brightly, although her joy dims somewhat at the sight of him now that she's taken a small step back to observe.

He looks… Tired.

"What happened, are you okay?" Immediately did she worry that something had happened, that either he or Riku had gotten hurt on their journey. As much as she'd wanted to be out there barely half an hour ago, she suddenly found herself wishing they'd both just come home.

Where was the bright boy so full of energy and wonder with whom she'd chosen to embark on this journey beyond the Islands…?

"Oh Sora…" After a moment she pulls him into another hug, this one less crushing and more meant to offer comfort and support. He looked so tired, so wrung out… All she wanted was to be there for him.

"It's okay, you can tell me." She'd stay up with him all night if need be, skip as much school as necessary. Nothing was more important right now than staying by his side and offering the support he clearly needs.

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@nightfeared ○ 𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕦𝕖𝕝 ○

          ⤷  『  ❛ you’re lucky that you’re cute. ❜  』

A playful grin showed as he watched Ethan go from grumbling in the bathroom once he'd realised the prank Sammy had pulled to his reaction now. Naturally he's glad he's not in trouble, but it was a harmless enough thing, really.

All he'd done was mix some blue hair dye into Ethan's usual shampoo, which really wouldn't cause much harm aside from maybe tinting the other's hair in the light, since it was already a dark enough brown that he doubted it'd take.

Not like his own… Dye and blond took very well to each other, so any dye coming into his hair would take forever to get out unless he either bleached it or let it grow out. Which, really, he wouldn't even be very upset if Ethan turned this prank around, although he personally preferred brighter colours instead of the darker tones in blue or red.

"Ooh, were you going to punish me~?" Naturally he can't help himself with the comment, eyes sparkling with mischief and light sexual undertones as he let his eyes rake over his boyfriend's still damp hair and down his bare chest. A very nice view indeed~

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@nightfeared ○ 𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕦𝕖𝕝 ○

          ⤷  『  ❛ keep it. it looks better on you. ❜  』

Of course he knows all about the whole stealing your boyfriend's clothes trope, so he'd one day decided to try, and that's how he ended up wearing one of Ethan's jackets. Or he would have been wearing it throughout the day if Ethan hadn't just… Immediately caught him rummaging around in the other's closet. Whoops!

"You think so?" He murmured, twisting and turning in the jacket as though there wasn't a mirror right off to the side he could check his reflection in.

"I don't usually wear leather…" He murmured, glancing at his lover through his lashes for any reactions that might get him. And, strictly speaking that wasn't quite true. He wore leather, just not as part of his casual wardrobe. Okay minus the one pair of leather pants he'd gotten purely because he hoped it'd turn Ethan on but that's beside the point—