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[itsyogiyoucxnt]

@ofkyrat

“The consort’s sick, eh? Again?” He shakes his head, “Well, good thing you came to a professional.”

[hector-goddamn-rodriguez]

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BEHIND EVERY GREAT KING  [Ajay + Hector]

1. Right Here Waiting–Chase Holfelder [x]

“Oceans apart, day after day, and I slowly go insane. I hear your voice on the line, but it doesn’t stop the pain. If I see you next to never, how can we say forever? Wherever you go, whatever you do, I will be right here waiting for you.”

2. Your Guardian Angel–The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus [x]

“I will never let you fall; I’ll stand up with you forever. I’ll be there for you through it all, even if saving you sends me to heaven, ‘cause you’re my, you’re my true love, my whole heart. Please, don’t throw that away.”

3. Like A Prayer–Madonna [x]

“I hear your voice; it’s like an angel sighing. I have no choice, I hear your voice–feels like flying. I close my eyes, oh god, I think I’m falling out of the sky. I close my eyes–heaven help me. When you call my name, it’s like a little prayer. I’m down on my knees, I wanna take you there.

4. Grow Old With Me–Tom Odell [x]

“I can feel you breathing with your hair on my skin as we lie here within the night. I’ll pull the sheets when it’s cold on your feet ‘cause you’ll fall back to sleep every time. Grow old with me. Let us share what we see, and, oh, the best it could be–just you and I.”

5. Royals–Youth In Revolt [x]

“Jet planes, islands, tigers on a gold leash, we don’t care–we aren’t caught up in your love affair. And we’ll never be royals–it don’t run in our blood. That kind of luxe just ain’t for us, we crave a different kind of buzz. Let me be your ruler, you can call me King T. And baby I’ll rule, lemme live that fantasy. Oh, we’re bigger than we ever dreamed, and I’m in love with being king.”

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[ofkyrat]

“Ah, there he is! The man a’ the bloody hour!”

Yogi hops up from his seat on the floor, palms clapping the tops of his thighs to brush a sheet of dust from his lap. The recent inaugural celebration has his pants spattered a chalky pink, his shirt speckled lime green, and his vision swirling in glorious technicolor. 

“Oh, it’s king now, isn’t it?" he snorts, cocking a brow. “Always knew I’d have friends in high places.”

[hector-goddamn-rodriguez]

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It’s warm here in the bed they share, even with December rain beating against the windows. Ajay’s rolls his hips at an easy pace, taking things slow at his hesitant lover’s request. His fingers study the curves of Hector’s body with delicate precision, his lips following suit across every inch of heated, olive skin that he’s been allowed to touch. The affection is feather light, though enough to coax a low, wanting moan that echoes against the empty walls of an unfamiliar room. Or, perhaps he does know this place. He can’t quite put his finger on it, no, but Hector has been here before. Per chance in another dream, where the walls are splashed with blood, and his screams are mottled.  A sudden change in pace yanks him from the darkness that lurks in the corners of his mind. Ajay grunts and groans in his now hurried efforts, dousing Hector in pleasure he’d nearly forgotten in recent weeks. The actor clings to his partner in turn, short nails digging deep into broad shoulders, his face buried against Ajay’s heaving chest. It’s so warm. So soft, and so safe. There isn’t an ounce of guilt to stifle, nor a trace of the heartache left behind by the last man to abandon him. He knows now that he never wants to leave.A semi-truck passes outside his building, abruptly rousing him before he can enjoy the grand finale. Hector first groans in protest of the daylight that peeks in through the blinds, and then of the throbbing ache of his inevitable hangover. One hand rises to cover his eyes while the other checks the sheets for a fraction of that heat. There’s none to be found, of course, and Hector resigns quickly to the culpability left to him in Miles’ will. Though, the ghost of Ajay’s touch nags him to pick up his phone, if only to cry for help once more.[TXT: Ajay Ghale]: Come over. I need to see you.

[kyraforsabal]

Ajay, grumbling something about 'mistletoe,' leaned in to give Sabal a chaste kiss, sidestepping him to avoid discussing it afterwards.

Sabal tilted his head as Ajay began to mumble near him. He didn’t know that he had been standing under something festive to where he had grown up. The sudden kiss surprised him and left him standing in a bit of shock as Ajay moved away. 

"Ajay!" He called after him after he wiped the red from his cheeks. He could try to run from that, but he wasn’t going to get far.

[kyraforsabal]

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6: fingers kiss

Sabal was great at finding these dark places to dwell. The only light around him and Ajay was the ocassional drift of light from the candles in the cave. Overlooking Kyrat off the sides of the cliff was a breathtaking sight but Sabal was fixated on Ajay. 

He supposed it was King Gahle now and whatever resentment he held for that he kept it inside himself. There was more than one conflicting emotion at work within him. Just as he went to speak Ajay lifted his hand to touch his lips. Sabal took them gently and pressed his lips against the tips.

Up here there was nothing that needed to be said. 

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[kyraforsabal]

It was time for Ajay to step away from everything Amita was trying to force him into. He knew that somewhere inside him he still had Mohan's heart and his vision. He wouldn't step away from everything his father had built for him. It was in his blood to finish what his father started. It was Amita that was the viper consistently trying to lead him astray. He had already been westernized enough, Amita was a bad influence.

He wanted Ajay to himself.

But none of that mattered today. Today he had gotten Ajay away from it all and brought him to a temple in the mountains. He made sure the treck was far enough to throw even Amita's vicious temper if she dared to follow. He didn't believe she prayed much to begin with , if at all.

He led Ajay to the entrance up the steps. The wind was blowing hard from where they were standing, so high above the rest of Kyrat. It was a place for meditation and reflection. It was a good place for them to talk and a good place for Ajay to learn. 

"I'm sorry Amita has been pressuring you so much." he squeezed his shoulder once more before he let his arm fall and opened them instead to the temple. "I thought this would be a good place for you to think about what you're doing here Ajay and how much we need you. How much I need you." He nodded and patted his shoulder again before he could get a word out. "I know that you have come to go to Lakshmana and we will get you there. It may not seem like its your fight Ajay but it is, one way or another." He wrapped his arm around him again and led him to a mani wheel just inside. "Here...Pray for what you want in this and spin the wheel."