#slybluemorphine

[bastardswxrd]

azurenvy:

He shivers a bit at the feel of the marker on his neck, unable to help the laughter as he felt the shaky letters of M-I-N-E drawn on his skin. When the other was finished he tilted his head a bit, grinning.

“Now everyone knows, huh?" Not that he minded, of course.

The giant's cheeks were a bit flushed, but he grinned.      "If you want a more permanent one, I could get you a collar. Or maybe a tattoo."

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azurenvy:

⋙ He laughed a bit at the other’s question. Of course he wanted to get away— Toue made flights and ships from the island impossible for those without an invitation to for as long as he could remember. He’d been trapped in Midorijima with Tae while his parents went off traveling the world. When days like today rolled around, when nothing remotely interesting was happening, Sly was sure he was going to go crazy.

Putting an end to his mindless pacing, the azure practically flopped onto his boyfriend, nuzzling his face into the larger’s chest. “Damn right I do. You’re pretty lucky, getting to leave whenever.

Always traveling through his magic, Beziar was blissfully unaware of how difficult it was for humans to get off the island; he assumed Sly stayed for other reasons.      His head cocked as his boyfriend laughed; how was that funny? You’re bored, I’m bored, lets go do something.      All the breath grunted out of him as Sly landed on his chest but he broke into a rattly purr, securing his arms about his boyfriend so the other couldn’t escape.      His head tilted to one side as he listened and a jumble of questions tried to roll out of his mouth all at once, but when his lips parted he simply gave a faint noise.      “-      “You say that like you can’t? What’s keeping you from running off for a few days? … Do you want me to take you somewhere?”

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azurenvy It had been… a long trip. Hetra hadn’t been in such a dire situation in hundreds of years, and it took almost twenty of the Han’ets giving all their effort to bring the planet back into order.      Over the course of that time Beziar’s hair—which he took so much pride in—had grown out past his ass. It hadn’t gotten a good brushing in a while and was comp.etely blond; he had none of his dye on Hetra, and the blond had grown back in.      His usually clean-shaven face now sported a short beard, peppered with darker hairs. A cut on his left cheek had sliced away a section of the beard, but the wound was almost fully healed by now.      As he stumbled into Sly’s house, using his powers to drag him right inside, he was half naked. His feet were bare, his fang and claw choker heavier, and loose leather pants hung from his waist. He’d lost a few pounds; you could see it in his face especially, in his tired eyes and weary features. He trembled a little from the effort it took to remain standing, a sigh easing out past chapped lips.      A whole slew of new scars coated his hide, mostly from blades and fangs, a few from burns. There were almost too many to count, and a multitude of wounds crossed across his flesh as well, in various stages of healing. The newest ones, and the scrapes on his knuckles and face and side, were still bleeding a little.      He was smeared with blood and Hetran soil, most of it from the most recent fight, and fresh sweat still glistened on his skin, along with splashes of paint.      He took a step, unsteady as a newborn fawn, desperately wanting to crash in Sly’s bed or at least the couch, but… His bad knee gave out, overworked and over stressed by all the marching and fighting and such.      Not even bothering to catch himself, he hit the floor with a thud strong enough almost to shake the walls.      “Okay,” he wheezed, just accepting the position.

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There’s an entire line of poorly scrawled runes before Bezi realized he was writing in the wrong language, which he then scribbled out.      In very shaky penmen ship, he’d managed to scribble in a language that sly could read something to the effect of: ‘Conflict on Hetra - big oneGods called me in - gone for ???Be back when I canLove you’     If his texting was bad, his writing was atrocious.

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azurenvy "Sly?"

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#[I'M IN TEARS]#[AND SLY WOULD JUST BE LIKE 'BEZI NO'] 'BEZI YES' 'IF I HAVE TO STRUGGLE WITH THIS BIZARRE TECHNOLOGY ILL DO IT UNDER THE NAME PRECUMMING OR NOT AT ALL'

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slybluemorphine:

⋙ Of course, Bezi’s change was noticed by Sly— why wouldn’t it be? But Sly didn’t say anything about it. He was painfully aware that he should apologize for how he treated his boyfriend, but the words never came to him. Stepping down stairs in a half asleep stupor, the azure made his way into the livingroom, only to see the other fast asleep on the couch. It was a cute sight, seeing him curled up on a couch that seemed a few sizes too small for him. Letting out a soft sigh, Sly carefully picked up the blanket from the back of the couch, setting it over the other’s form before leaving to the kitchen, preparing coffee for himself and for Bezi once he woke up. 

The giant's breathing was thick and slow. Usually it was inaudible--you couldn't even see that he was breathing unless you watched very, very closely--but he'd been under the weather since roughly the 8th, maybe a couple days before. Perhaps that was part of why he'd withdrawn as much as he had after the imagined slight.      He felt horrible for disturbing Sly, and had no wish to bother the human while he was coughing out his lungs or his sinuses were trying to explode from too much pressure.     It had been two full days since he'd last swung by, too sick to leave home, but he'd been gone longer before; obligations to other people and worlds called him away.      There was a stirring as the blanket was placed over him, and the faintest of purrs as one hand untucked from his chest to tug the cover nearer, but he didn't wake. He was pooped from whatever was ailing him, and the blanket placed over him and the scent of Sly on the couch was enough to keep him asleep for another half hour or so.      When he did come awake, it was with quite the start. He flipped over onto his stomach, pushing himself halfway up and off the couch as instinctive battle-readiness and sick-induced disorientation told him to get off his ass. Again, it wasn't a totally unusual reaction; more often than not, he came awake out of a nightmare.      "Sly?" The scent of his boyfriend nearby lured him into awareness and he sniffled, voice sounding thick and nasally. The scent of coffee drew him around even more and he settled on the couch, rubbing at his eyes as he tried to figure out exactly where and when he was and precisely which direction was up. "Sorry I... came over... without warning..." Words were hard, particularly when his brain was swimming in sinus juices.

[cewyll]

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Send a ♥ for a physical trait of your muse that my muse finds attractiveTHAT ASSHOLE SMILE.... it irritates the hell out of liz in the best way tbh. the way his eyes narrow when he smiles is not ok you will rUIN HER.