Warning: Bondage, bad language, implied sex and violence, dub-con.
“This isn’t meant to last.” Shaelith sighed and squinted. Early morning light spilt through the window and across the bed he adorned. A hand rubbed idly over his chest, more precisely the bite mark bruising his pectoral. A soft groan came from the body next to him. The sound was neither agreement nor denial, more survival. A grin curved itself across Shaelith’s face.
He rolled to his side and propped his head up on one hand. The movements made the nailmarks streaking his back pull and sting. His other hand reached out to catch tangled black hair in his fist. He hauled Rui’s head up from the pillow, eyed him over, and tsked softly. “Or rather, you aren’t. Not if you keep up such stupidity.”
With a flick of his wrist, Shaelith discarded Rui back to the warmth of the bed. “Fucking piece of trash.”
Leather straps held the hyur firmly. Hands bound behind his back. His belt still fitted around his throat, a threat that currently permitted him to keep breathing. Feet spread and secured to the bed posts. Whatever Rui had worn the night before lay in ribbons on the wooden floor now. Shaelith’s daggers remained driven into the headboard above them in easy reach.
Lazy fingers stroked along the side of Rui’s face, from his temple down to the gag he’d fit the hyur with at some point in the night. About the time the man decided to start clawing and biting. Rui’s sharp teeth caught Shaelith numerous times in the struggle before the larger elezen managed to get the leather between his teeth and fastened securely in place.
His touch found the scar on Rui’s cheek, the crooked smile Shaelith had gifted him. A faint sound gurgled in Rui’s throat. Shaelith merely smirked. Anger, desperation, pleading, need. The duskwight could call it whatever he wanted, whatever amused him at the moment.
“Think I’ll leave you there while I go have a chat with your new girlfriend. Try and behave, hm? Edan won’t like you bothering him.”
Shaelith: The laugh stretched on. He finally had to drown it in a swig of whiskey. Shaelith wiped at his eyes with the back of his sleeve. “Fuck no. What’s the fun in that?”
Edanar: A single eyebrow quirks up, a thoughtful countenance settles in place. Edan shrugs up a shoulder in his own good time. “Perhaps, but not likely. Love is a foolish venture for one in my shoes. How better to paint a target than with red, hm?”
but also rui, for the sinnoraint of your choice >:3c
Edanar on Rui
VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗
“Cute. If you like them small, rude, and skanky then he’s definitely your guy. I’ll admit his looks took a major upturn recently. That lopsided smile of his fills me with such pleasure now.”
FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💔💗
“If -he owes me a lot of gil and he’s worth more alive than dead- counts as a friendship, then yes. We’re very good friends.”
SEXUAL DESIRE: 💔
“No. His personality overrides any desire I might’ve had on looking at him.”
ROMANTIC INTENT: 💔
A burst of harsh laughter explodes from Edanar. “No.”
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Shaelith on Rui
VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗
“Easy on the eyes with an ass that screams squeeze me.”
FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💔💗
“Not interested in being his friend. He knows his place and I sure as hell don’t mind teaching him where it is if he forgets it. Viande. You don’t make friends with meat.”
SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗💗💗
“Far more than I like to admit. Every time he curses at me, I just want to make him do it more.”
ROMANTIC INTENT: 💔
Shaelith snorts out a short laugh. “Romance? Do I look like someone that spends his time romancing people? Let alone Rui? Only way I might want to romance him is with a razor wire.”
