#roethelwulf

[mycroftthegreat]

-[ Thanks for all the cats last night. They really did help. ]-

[diirewulf]

Five times kissed

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i.     It’s the warmth soaking through his coat and into his bones that roused him that morning.  Stretching his limbs from the previous night’s pleasant run.  Eli can still feel the ground passing beneath his paws and the heavy stench of earth.  His fur is clean though -- down to the fur between his paws.  It is difficult to sleep well while knowing dirt still clings and will smear across clean fabric during a restful sleep.  But he is clean, and his stomach rumbles.  Rousing and stretching his lips, it is then that he seeks out the man.  Pawing at him until he pays him attention, he gives him a lick before getting dressed for the morning.

ii.     Curled up, he allows the man to curl and run his fingers through his coat.  Eyes closing, his breathing is calm and he ignores the other’s scent as it surrounds him.  He does, however, enjoy his company.  His tail and paws twitch as he is stretched out across the furniture with his head in his lap.  It’s then that he licks him.  A small little thing, but his tail does a little flicker.  He appreciates his company and he supposes... he should let the other be aware of the fact occasionally.  In this form, his affections are stronger.  Perhaps it is the trust and understanding of what they both are.  A secret that needs no hiding.  They are simply what they are.  The sense of normality that he had sought since he was young.

ii.     He remembers the first time they kissed properly.  The scent of another clinging to his skin from the night before.  A night of pleasure and satisfaction.  It frustrates him though.  A snarl builds up in his chest.  It’s not a gentle kiss.  They bite and draw blood.  An argument is what it is, and it leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.  One that worsens as the seconds pass and he is told to make his choice.  It is anger that warms his belly and makes him seethes and it is anger and frustrations that remains when they part.  Eli making his way out the door on four legs.  There is no choice when he considers how much he values his company.  It is the commitment that makes him wary.

iv.     With the mark settled in their skins, an exchange of promise and affection, he finds himself comforted by it.  He also likes the sigh of Ro in the morning.  The way the light filters through.  Rumpled hair and the warmth that radiates from him.  A faint smiles graces Eli’s face and he curls up against him with a sigh... and when Ro begins to stir, he sinks back down as though he had not been awake just a moment earlier.  He kisses him then -- slow and quiet.  The same way he usually wakes.  When the affection fades, he falls back asleep and lets Ro be the first to rise.

v.     It is then that he attempts the words.  ‘ i love you ’ -- in a hushed whisper with his lips pressed against the mark.  As he speaks, his affections sink in.  A true realization of how much the other has come to mean to him.  He feels whole and warm -- a complete being who is grounded and without doubt.  Without uncertainties, and with confidence.  Soaking in his scent and warmth, he murmurs the words again and seals it with a kiss.  Different than the first.  A gentle and sweet thing.  He is still rough around the edges, but it is softer now than before.  His affections more open and apparent than before.

[diirewulf]

roethelwulf​.

     ❝ There is a buck in the pantry. ❞

[mycroftthegreat]

[ roethelwulf ]

“How interesting. I wasn’t expecting you until next week, Mr. Ethelwulf.”

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☞ + Roukan Ethelwulf. (cackles)

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          ❝ WHAT did you just say to me? ❞

He stepped closer, anger BUBBLING just beneath thesurface of his skin.  Roukan could almost TASTE theirblood on his tongue already. He scowled.

❝ You talk to me like that again and I won’t give you    a warning -- I will simply TEAR you limb from limb     and DEVOUR your still beating heart. ❞

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Brontophobia

BRONTOPHOBIA: Our muses are caught in a storm together.

“Goddamnit.”

Even his physical eyes shut, James could see the storm on the horizon. They were headed right for it, and it was headed right for them. It was a game of chicken, and he was pretty sure the storm would come out on top. Hatches slammed shut as he slid down the bit of rigging he’d clambered up and the crew swarmed around the deck as they got closer to it. Sure, they could always turn around, but that damned thing would catch up to them eventually.

The worst part of it was that it was the middle of the night. Ro was asleep, and James had left his side for a few minutes to check how things were going on deck. He wasn’t that far away for long though, as his course took him straight into their cabin. How a door that old opened without a creak, he’d never know, and- and okay, maybe Ro wasn’t asleep. He was sitting on the end of the bed, pulling on a pair of boots.

“Took you long enough,”he teased. “Were you walking slowly out there just to be dramatic?”

“We’re on a heavy-masted frigate and sailing right into a storm that looks like it’s right out of a motion picture.”

Roukan paused, a terribly wide smile on his face. “So you-”

“-Yeah. Yeah I did.” But hey, it looked pretty cool.

It was raining by the time they got back out on deck. Right. Maybe they were a bit closer to the storm than they’d thought. It was a bit difficult for the lich to balance, so he sighed and hovered as close to the deck as he could without scraping his feet on it. Ro rolled his eyes and offered his arm instead. Ships tossed, and if the waves got any bigger, his very damp husband would be left behind.

“I’ll be fine, let’s just do what we can to help.”

Which meant they split again. A fall wouldn’t kill James, so he went up into the rigging to take care of any ropes that caught or tangled. Ro was probably the strongest person on the deck, so he stayed there in order to take a bit of weight off the crew’s collective shoulders.

The ship creaked and crackled as it bowed and twisted to the left. The captain had decided that they were going to skirt around the worst of it. James hung on for his unlife as they went, instantly regretting his decision to make himself useful. Useful didn’t mean shit if you had to freeze up every so often. The worst part about it was that a rope had caught around his neck. Not much of a problem due to the fact that he couldn’t die, but very much of one considering the fact that he couldn’t really move until it was off of him. So he let his head go up in a puff of black, acrid smoke and the rope passed right through where his neck used to be. Crisis averted, though he’d take on quite a bit of water damage for it.

... Well, there was always time to dry off later. Maybe once the storm passed they could head back to their cabin and towel off.

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Ro drops today's headlines in James' lap whilst getting down on one knee, opening a small box with a golden band laid on the inside. He's smiling, direct. "We do not have to today, nor tomorrow, nor the next, but please do think about becoming my husband."

         Yeah he’s just going to sit there, glitching between human and corpse for a few seconds as soon as he manages to read the paper. Nothing’s wrong, he’s just trying not to cry. Once he figures out that stopping it isn’t really going to work, he slides forward and down and wraps his arms around Ro’s neck.

        “I’ve thought about it enough, love. I’d say yes even if you asked me in the middle of one of my classes.”

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"Salt water, hm? We should take a trip to the Dead Sea some day." He liked the thought. Seeing James swimming in the water would be wonderful. A man who weighed nothing swimming a body of water that made people float easily. "Israel would be nice to visit, too."

         “Maybe in a few years? I can’t be that close to active mortal conflicts unless I’ve got the proper clearance for it, vacation or no.” There was a reason he hadn’t taken a vacation in years. Too many wars to keep track of, and very strict travel regulations. He knew why they were a thing, though. A lich was the best weapon to have if people were dying in bulk.