#v. fantasy.

[shocklocks-a-blog]

*     @hairhorns.

            HE  DOES  NOT  LAND  WITH  A  THUD  so  much  as  an  emasculating     whump,   a  very  specific,   very  ugly,   all  -  too  -  telling  sound  that  somehow  perfectly  encapsulates  every  single  unfortunate  moment  of  his  short  life  thus  far.    probably  could  have  handled  that  impact  a  little  better  had  he  not  been  so  desperate  to  hold  onto  his  hat   ;   instinctively  clutching  it  to  a  bed  of  golden  hair  as  if  it  were  his  own  heart  flapping  in  the  wind.    you  may  think  it  ridiculous,   but  remember  that  he  has  not  many  material  possessions  in  this  world,   especially  none  as  beautiful  and  servingly  iconic  as  one  such  piece  of  fashion.

and  then  there’s  the  matter  of  soil  clogging  his  mouth,   unattractively  spilling  from  sputtering  lips  as  he  weakly  peels  himself  from  the  flat  earth.    those  various  weeds  may  be  doing  a  wonder  of  flossing  away  what’d  been  perceived  to  be  his  last  breakfast  in  this  realm,   but  it’s  beginning  to  shift  the  situation  into  that  of  a  rather  comedic  one,   not  at  all  befitting  of  a  man  who  was  on  his  way  to  death’s  door  not  but  five  minutes  ago.    then  again,   every  good  thief   (   or  perhaps  just  those  seasoned  enough  to  the  fact   )   knows  that  sometimes  life  is  just  like  that.    there’s  a  fancy  saying  for  such  a  sentiment  in  a  sexy  language  he  doesn’t  fully  understand.

even  so,   he  thinks  he’s  earned  the  right  to  let  eloquence  graciously  slip  out  the  door  here,   amber  gaze  lifting  like  a  shaken  can  to  his  savior  of  the  hour   :   A  DRAGON.     well,   a  boy,   really.     a  boy  with  hair  like  the  rumored  devil  and  the  biggest,   most  invasive  stare  the  little  man  has  ever  had  the  misfortune  of  being  made  victim  to.

and  that’s  exactly  where  our  story  begins.    there,   and,   after  a  brief  intermission  of  scuttling  backwards  on  all  fours,   again,   with  a  very  literate,  very  cultured   :

              ❛    WHAT  THE  FUCK.    ❜

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@valdorin : ❛  is …  that  my  shirt  that  you’re  wearing ?  ❜

He could have just picked up his own shirt, he knew exactly where he'd left it the night before but instead he'd intentionally reached for Elle's. It wasn't that he didn't think Elle wouldn't notice, he knew they would - but that was part of the plan. Aksel looked down to the loose shirt and gave the fabric a tug before looking to his lover again, asides from the way it draped just low enough to cover him up he'd made no effort to put anything else on. " Is it? I just picked it up - " He shrugged his shoulders. " You want me to take it off? I warn you, I have nothing else on underneath it. "

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*holds his face... only to smudge the eyeliner underneath with their thumbs.

The smile on his face quickly starts to drop when he feels Elle's thumbs press just enough to spread the eyeliner. It's not as if it's perfect, it's messy but now he knows it looks far worse - he doesn't have to see it for himself for that to be obvious. " You did that on purpose. " His eyes narrow and turn to a glare but he doesn't pull away. " Do you not like my eyeliner, Elle? " @valdorin

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@valdorin : sender sits in the receiver's lap with one leg on either side of their legs, straddling them effectively.

Maybe Aksel wouldn't have been quite so bold if it wasn't for their recent encounter, perhaps he would have found it in him to put his actions to good use - but it had been their last encounter than granted the smith permission to do as he did then. Ellarian wasn't looking at him when he made his way across the run down little room they'd rented for the night, still with two separate beds though there hardly seemed any need for that now. He reached for the others wrists to pull them from their lap so he could replace them, thighs spread on either side of his as he got himself comfortable in his lap before he guided both hands to his waist.

" I do not like it when you are not paying attention to me. " It was true, he didn't, now he'd had Ellarian's attention all to himself he wanted more of it. Aksel's hand raised, fingertips brushing the others cheek before his fingers delicately pushed into his hair, fingertips wrapping the dark hair around them. Then he's tilting his head to the crook of their neck and pressing a kiss there before following it with another, words mumbled against skin. " What is on your mind? "

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@valdorin : ❛  my first instinct is to protect you, no matter the cost.  ❜

" Careful. " Aksel responded with a smile on his lips and a mischievous look in his eye. The first part of their journey had been long and while ale had been enough to help both of them relax, it had also loosened the lips of the smith. He wasn't sure he would have cared if he had been entirely uninfluenced by alcohol, he just may not have had the strength to be quite so bold. There was something between them, he couldn't ignore that. " You are dangerously close to making me form some attachment to you and then you will be in trouble. " As would he, gods would he - he didn't get attached and for good reason.

He grasped that overly confident sensation that sat in his chest and he leaned in to press his lips to Elle's cheek. " - I am able to protect myself. " It didn't stop the feeling from being mutual though. " But... it may be mine too. Not to protect myself, to protect you. Obviously. Now I am talking too much. "

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@valdorin : hand curls forward to wrap around aksel's jaw, pulling with enough force to slowly lean the other's head where the elf's head dips just behind his ear. lips barely hover over skin, the urge to nip and suckle, to PAINT aksel's skin, marking him as his, sends chills down elle's arms, which, in turn, possibly tightens his grip unapologetically. elle aims to devour his lovers but not so much to let himself be consumed . soul-wretching: he wo ders if humans feel it too? the way elves pour every once of their love and devotion to a single cause can be quite intimidating at times. elle turns aksel, only just, with back flush against his chest. thunderous beats of his heart reverberate in a heavy breath, a gentle curl to show no malice but promise, unlocking feelings and wants but only, only if aksel wanted it. if he did, elle dips to kiss first. nibbling line of jaw until small bruises form like bodily roses.

it's not what he's used to but it's far from unwelcome because gods he wants it and maybe it's taken him a while to figure it out but now he's been unable to think of much else. it's easier to push himself away than to give into what he desires over anything else. this time he refuses, he won't shy away from the sensation that builds in the pit of his tummy and feels something akin to butterflies under his skin. he swears he can feel elle's heart beating against his back and they're so close yet it doesn't feel close enough. he wants to be gripped that bit tighter, tight enough to feel as if elle doesn't intend to ever let him go. he feels... safe with him and it's a feeling so unfamiliar to him he's not sure what to do with it, but he leans into it.

aksel welcomes it and presses back against his body and he swears he can feel his heart beating. it quickens and his hand raises to reach back and tangle into the others hair, then he tugs just enough to encourage him. those kisses and nips to his skin awaken that need inside of him and he lets his head drop back, fingers tightening. hells, he'd let him consume him entirely right there if he wanted and there's a quiet groan that manages to pass his lips and he pressing back a little firmer, his free hand reaching to grasp elle's hip before he tilts his head enough to find his lips with his own sending their lips crashing into one another now that he's turned enough to meet them.

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@valdorin continued from here.

It's not the first time he's met someone on the road and continued their journey, but it is the first time he's felt something that could be considered companionship. He's a hopeless flirt and knows how to turn on his charm when he needs it, but there's a disappointment that lingers when he knows Ellarian is leaving while he has to stay. That's not normal for him, he's so used to being able to switch himself off - to go back to what he's used to and what he's known for. Yet there's almost a pining deep inside his gut.

The hammer stops mid air and it was then he realised that maybe, just maybe he'd been waiting for the elf to say something - whether it be that he was leaving or just his name. He looks at him and he's not sure what that look is when Elle looks back at him but he doesn't have chance to mull it over.

Their lips meet and he almost chases that kiss when it breaks because it's all too brief and awakens a little hope that he'd tried desperately to keep down. " I do not have to wait for you if you stay - " Aksel knows he has to leave but it doesn't mean he can't try to convince Elle otherwise. Fingers reach to hold onto the others hip when he leans in that time and plants a kiss on his lips with a slight smile. " You could, just a little while. "

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@iltuilin : ❝ what’s going on? i thought i told you to take the day off. ❞

He had Aranel when he'd told him, he'd just nodded his head and paid little attention - as if a man who slaved away for the devil could afford to take a day off. He never made enough, customers would try to haggle with him and then threaten to take their services elsewhere, to someone with far less talent of course, but they didn't seem to care as long as the job was done.

" I heard you, " Aksel looked up from the anvil and the sword he was in the middle of constructing. " but I do not have that privilege, I have customers and people to pay. " He shrugged his shoulders, the aches in his muscles quickly protesting as they had been all morning. - and I thought you would be too busy to notice, wishful thinking. "