#wardeddawn

[candyvenom-blog1]

@wardeddawn continued from here

Diego was going to kill him. Not that it's really any different than most days, but the fact that he's still up to his old habits, holding someone at gunpoint for a lousy bag of items, isn't going to win him any favors. Well, at least he can hope that the contents are worth it, and hopefully his brother doesn't find out either way.

Snatching the bag, he barely listens to the stranger, backing up far enough to be out of the other man's reach. His gaze is on the bag, but he's still paying attention to the other's movements, just in case he tries anything funny.

"Yeah, sure, whatever, you can have your keys. I just want--" He pauses as he tears through the bag. Clothes, uninteresting. Coupons, useless. A half used bar of soap? What--? "Wow, absolutely nothing." Long lashed eyes narrow, throwing the bag down between them, pointing the gun at it for a second, then back up at Herschel. "The hell is this? Where's the real stuff? You know, expensive stuff? Money? Anything!"

This is going to be a bust, he knows it, though he's not quite ready to write it off. "Come on." He whines, sounding even more dramatic than usual. "Make this worth my while!"

[candyvenom-blog1]

|| @wardeddawn  ::

He didn’t even know why he started inviting the hunter into his apartment to hang out. Come to think of it, he couldn’t remember giving Andreas his address either. But every now and then the smaller showed up showed up to eat all the chips out of his pantry, complain about the furniture and the few television stations Herschel bothered to pay for, and then half sit in the titan’s lap.

He’d long given up trying to get Andreas to understand the concept of personal space, especially since the Hunter seemed to always move more into when reminded. This was not helping with Herschel’s budding realization of “oh no he’s hot.” Which led him to the current position of pretending to try to read in his tablet and an arm awkwardly hovering, unsure if he should put it around the shoulder of the other awoken snuggled up next to him on the phone or on the back of the couch or–stars, why was just thinking about it making him sweaty?

A small shift from the other roused Herschel from his confused haze of thoughts. It wasn’t exactly getting comfy shifting, more like he was moving to face the other man. “Hm?” A hummed response as he turned from what was probably his third pass at a passage about treating snake bites.

Then there was a small hand on his cheek, seeming to guide his face. He was about to open his mouth to say something, but was cut off by Andreas’s lips on his. There was a surprised jolt at the contact and soon his mind was racing. What was he supposed to do? Just pressing or was there moving about? And with his mouth partially open, what was his tongue supposed to do?

And then just as quickly as he had moved in, Andreas pulled away. Herschel felt the need to say something but he didn’t trust his voice to say anything that wasn’t strangely high pitched and incomprehensible. So he did the only thing he could think of and returned the kiss. It had been very nice, after all.

Andreas barely has to wait another few seconds before Herschel moves in to kiss him again, this time with a little more thought behind it. Andreas caught him off guard most likely, and by the returned kiss, he's guessing he enjoyed it too. The Hunter continues what he started, adding a couple extra small, gentle kisses before pulling away with a smile. Soft lips, that's a change from the usual. "You seem surprised. Did I startle you?"

Strange to think how they met.. trying to steal from him, which escalated into throwing a fit and.. god he's a mess at all times. But come to think of it, it's actually pretty standard at this point. "Have to keep you around somehow though." He leans in closer, wishing Hershel's hands would find their way onto his body.

Moving his fingers down the Titan's cheek, he stops at one of the piercings. Makes a little circle around it with his fingertip, then laughs. "You still owe me a compliment, you know." Gaze flicks up to look into Herschel's eyes, almost threatening. "Maybe then I'll even let you kiss me a little more."

[candyvenom-blog1]

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Childhood Memories:: accepting

8. Their earliest memory

Before he was a Guardian, the earliest memory he had was getting into trouble over stealing snacks from the other kids. He’d keep the food under his pillow & when he finally got caught he insisted he had no idea where it came from. A little thief, even as a kid. 

22. Something they used to collect

Being an orphan, he didn’t really have a lot of toys or belongings or anything, so he’d collect small trinkets that he’d find. A few shiny buttons, an earring one of the guards dropped, a few old coins. He even had a tooth from when Diego punched another kid for picking on him.

[lxstlifee-blog]

‘ did you get any sleep last night? ’ perhaps kaz?

       Okay, maybe he’d been staring for too long. That tends to happen when he’s trying to stay awake - though usually he stares at a wall or the sky, there isn’t normally a Titan in his line of sight. Blue hues widen at the question, the Nightstalker scrambling to straighten his posture where he’s sat against a wall as he scrambles for an answer. As usual, Ghost appears over his shoulder ready to translate over the usual language barrier.

        //Of course.// A pause of his signs and a shake of his head follows as Kaz apparently thinks better of lying to the figure before him. //No... I didn’t. Sleep isn’t... My thing.//

       Straightening further, Kaz pushes himself to his feet unsteadily - ignoring the way his head spins at the change of position and his vision darkens. Maybe he stumbles slightly too - though he ignores that as well in favour of offering a weak smile to the Titan.

                                                                          - ɪ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ. /a./ @wardeddawn.

[poisonedthorn]

“You busted my lip!”

When he’d hit the much-larger man, the last thing Diego expected was for Herschel to get completely knocked on his ass. The sight of blood and the shock on the other awoken’s face as he yelled out, saying that Diego had busted his lip open. It was unexpected enough that Diego’s own face reflected the shock back for a long second before he seemed to collect himself, standing up straight and forcing his expression to be angry.

“Oh, come on!” He exclaimed, scoffing loudly. “I barely hit you! Is that really all you’ve got?”

[housedusk-blog]

▓ c:

▓ = caught stealing their belongings

The lightbearer was stealing their supplies!

Though he did have the urge to rush forward as soon as he realized, Javreks watched from the shadows for a long few seconds as the strange light creature rummaged through the hidden caches of supplies. They were rather large for one of their kind, not that size mattered when it came to the light-powered beasts. But more importantly, they seemed to be alone. 

Unfortunately -- so was Javreks, the rest of his squad scouting elsewhere. The large eliksni breathed a big breath in and out, a quiet rush of air from afar. Yes, this beast was big for their kind, but the Baron was bigger. Perhaps he could get lucky and have intimidation on his side. Or, perhaps, he could wound the lightbearer and get them to flee, if it came to a battle.

Either way, he had to try to recover the supplies before they could all be stolen. Dusk still wasn’t as strong as they dreamed for it to be, and every cache could mean someone’s life. Standing up straight and creeping forward, the Baron finally crawled from the shadows, launcher in his primary hands held tightly. A low growl rumbled from his throat, alerting the other of his presence as he stepped into the light.