What a Doozy

"-Come on, Lover Boy, let's tango"carpe natem - seize the ass guy chamberlain | 40 | Shapeshifter

[ellerytanninrp]

Baklava || Guy & Ellery

[whatta-guy]

ellerytanninrp:

“A–a sugar glider?” Ellery asked, a note of excitement in his voice. He’d seen pictures before, of small little creatures with impossibly large eyes and fuzzy little arm flaps. They were… frankly adorable, and the witch spent a long moment watching the shifter from the corner of his eye, trying to reconcile the man beside him with the idea of the handful of fuzz he turned into.

Guy looked at Ellery with soft amusement in his eyes. “-eah, a sugar glider. Kinda hard to go from a big bear to something that could fit in a teacup, I know. I think the same thing every time I get scared from one form to another.” It’s happened before and the change of altitude was jarring. 

[ellerytanninrp]

Baklava || Guy & Ellery

[whatta-guy]

ellerytanninrp:

Ellery blushed a little at the comparison, which while embarrassing wasn’t far from being accurate. He had the power of a fully grown witch, paired with the accuracy and skill of one who’s voice had just started cracking. But he was working on changing that, and really, that was the important part anyways. Right?

“I can only imagine how distracting that must have been in school.” Ellery smiled, “Sitting in class, and all of a sudden whoops! There’s a– well, a whatever it is you shift into.” 

His smile grew a little bit wider as he remembered those times. “-as a terrible thing to do when I was in class, but it was worse when I started to teach it. I go between a bear and a sugar glider.” The two forms were complete opposites of each other but he had never been ashamed of it before. They were a part of him that spoke louder than he ever could in words, and judgement from other people hardly ever phased him anyways.

[beautifulmenfolk]

[whatta-guy]

xoharex:

“Whisky. The drink of men.” he smirked and looked at the other, he wondered how he managed to do anything with an allergy to magic. “You don’t get on so well with witches, do you?”

That answer made him quirk his lips slightly, but it dropped just as fast from the question. “-o, doesn’t matter if you’re a witch or not. I sneeze a lot but if they can deal with it and me then it doesn’t really matter.”

[whatta-guy]

lucian-kyrkos:

“Ah for me, I sometimes forget I need to remove my clothes in order for my form not to tear them all during the process, one problem about having a big animal form,” he laughed before giving a concerned expression “Has it stopped bleeding at all?”

Guy squinted at Lucian for a moment. It just occurred to him that this man was probably some sort of animal based species, but he couldn’t exactly use his nose to pick up on it independently. “-hat are you? I do that all the time too. Especially if someone scares me.”

[whatta-guy]

lucian-kyrkos:

“I still count it as courageous all the same,” he reassured him. When the other mentioned his favourite food he exclaimed kindly, “Honey. I love honey, honey drizzled on pancakes or porridge.” He hummed at the thought, opening the door and allowing Guy to enter first. “I’m used to Scottish food. Haggis, black pudding. You’ll probably be disgusted if you heard what was in them, most do. Can’t break old Scottish traditions from before the fog happened. Bacon and steak though,” he said enthusiastically, in order to hide the sadness that lingered in his voice.

Talking about breakfast made him have a flash back to his wife, standing in the kitchen, refusing to let Lucian take over on the cooking for once. Henry laughed, the image seeming so real, so lifelike in front of him. He wasn’t sure if he laughed out loud or not. Then, for some reason, he remembered the first meal he cooked for her and her family when they arrived at his cottage, malnourished and scared… her son, their son… little brave Struan, at the time just barely walking. A heaviness weighed his heart, and when the waiter greeted him he managed to shake himself from the memories to greet him in return with a smile.

Once they arrived at the table his momentary sorrow had already lifted. He was well over the grievance process of his wife, but of course the memories still brought him joy, which brought him grief; when he realised that his wife and two sons were not beside him, it always brought that moment of heartache. 

It didn’t take much for Guy to brighten again with the agreement they had on that particular food. Honey was wonderful on everything and he had always thought that he was biased since he was part bear and all, but it was nice to have someone else share the enthusiasm. He entered the establishment and thought about the foreign foods Lucian had listed. “-ever heard of ‘em,” he said as they were seen to a table. Most of his attention was on getting food into his stomach so he didn’t notice the change of attitude from his new friend. 

Guy took the seat that was the closest to the entrance by habit. As the menus were put down he took on and looked it over immediately. A water was ordered for himself when the waiter asked what they would like to drink, and if his stomach grumbled out loud just from reading the menu he ignored it. 

[whatta-guy]

xoharex:

Accident or not, the witch was going to smack the other man if he ended up covered in snot. He was a little bit of a clean freak, and he didn’t appreciate even the thought of it, if he was honest. “I’d prefer you turn your head, should you feel an itch. unless you wished to be in a whole lot of pain.”

Guy just scrunched his face at the obvious threat. Feisty but not totally uncalled for. The last time he had accidentally sneezed into someone’s face he had nearly coached the man out from a breakdown. “-hat’s what I was plannin’ on doing,” he mumbled, more to himself than to the other. “-hat’re you drinking?” Guy didn’t move his head towards the other but he looked over with his eyes the best he could.

[whatta-guy]

xoharex:

“Well so far you seem to have managed to curve your need to sneeze which I’m grateful for. I’m not a fan of getting covered in bodily fluids.” He was half joking, trying to make light of the other mans condition, but he meant it, he would probably lash out if he was sneezed on.

Guy held a finger up to try and stop the other from speaking anymore. Just mentioning the reaction he had to magic made his nose tingle, because apparently only he could say it without needing to sneeze even more. “-on’t think anyone is, but I’ve done that a whole lot.” On accident of course, but he looked away from the man anyways just in case it boiled down to that. 

[whatta-guy]

xoharex:

“Allergic to magic?” That was new, and Kane wondered how many others were allergic to people like him. “Like when it’s in use or just a person that wields it?” he asked and smiled “So you’re allergic to me? Sneezing just from being in my vicinity, would would happen if I were touch you? Hives?”

“-ust when it get into the air or something,” he said in a grumble, not liking the lack of knowledge he had over just why he was allergic to magic. This time he really did face the man completely. He had both of his eyebrows pulled up and for a second the urge to sneeze was forgotten. “-agnammit. Knew it was close, but not this close. I don’t get hives- not that bad but I can’t stop sneezin’.”

[whatta-guy]

xoharex:

“You have a cold? Or are you allergic to something?” he asked and smirked a little. This one seemed rather interesting, what with his speach, his mumbling to himself. It was the most interesting thing that had happened today and Kane needed some excitement to stop him from thinking of the dying world outside their door, and the little cage that trapped them.

His nose crinkled at the thought of him having a cold. “-aven’t had one in decades. ‘m just allergic to magic.” Which, wasn’t going away apparently and if he had it in him to sniff around to see who it was that was a witch or a magic user here then he’d try to get as far as he could from them. guy couldn’t do that though. Not unless he wanted to end up wheezing again and he was still struggling to stave off the sneezes.

[whatta-guy]

lucian-kyrkos:

“And ruin yours more than it already is?” Lucian blurted out, not realising what that could have meant. The blood  that had been dripping down his face had been bothering him, and he hardly thought it appropriate to lift up his stained shirt to wipe away the blood from his face, although his innocent rhetorical question could have implied ripping his off. “Besides, the shirt wasn’t one I’ll miss. I can buy a new one easily,” he smiled to reassure him. 

A frown pulled at his lips as he held the torn clothing to his nose to stop the blood. “-ame thing for this one. I get mine dirty all the time and I get a ton of nosebleeds anyways,” he argued back, though it was more of a grumble than anything. 

[whatta-guy]

xoharex:

Kane’s eyes moved down to take the man in, mumbling idiot sprung to mind but he wouldn’t be that rude as to actually say such things. Instead he put on a polite smile, trying to be charming as it drew people in and he smiled “Don’t do what? I’m just drinking.” he replied before a smirk started to curl on to his lips “Or are you talking to yourself? You realise that’s a sign of madness, right?”

His brows furrowed slightly as he tilted his head back a little bit, almost as if he was trying to prevent a nosebleed instead of a sneeze. Well, being called mad wasn’t the first time it’s happened with how quirky he was, but Guy just shrugged in response. “-as gonna sneeze and I really don’t want to go off again.” He had done it this morning and the sneezing session had left him wheezing on the floor in his classroom. It was a sight for his students to see, but he gave the student who had used their magic a firm word of warning afterwards. 

[whatta-guy]

lucian-kyrkos:

“I can understand that,” he replied to his explanation, and at his question Lucian added “What I mean by that is… “ Lucian thought of a way to word what he meant by ‘something’. “I like you, my friend. You seem like a humble man, and I respect you for that. And what you did back there…” He referred to breaking up the fight that he unfairly had wound himself into “It was brave.”

“Okay. I can agree with that, we have a deal.” The man turned a street, and for  a few minutes he walked in silence, eventually breaking the quietness with “So what do you like to eat?” He asked as they approached the entrance to the restaurant. 

He features at been almost squinted with how he was trying to figure out what Lucian had meant by that statement. Yet as he got an explanation he visibly softened. Guy didn’t speak back right away as he processed everything. While it might’ve just been something Lucian said to everyone, he didn’t come by friends often. Eventually he looked away and shrugged nonchalantly. “-asn’t going to do anything until they dragged me in,” he said honestly. He hadn’t gone in as a hero or anything. It was just a reaction from being attacked first. The two strangers had woken the slumbering bear in him and all of that nonsense. 

“-nything. Mostly sweet things like honey and meat.” Just talking about it made his stomach cramp a little in hunger. The drink hadn’t done anything to stave off the endless vortex in his gut. “-hat about you?”

[whatta-guy]

xoharex:

Kane took a seat at the bar of The Red Mill, almost as though he was a customer, gesturing to the bar tender that he’d take a drink. He always had whisky, with one ice cube, the way it’s meant to be, so he didn’t need to ask, at least not in his bar, and the drink was placed in front of him in moments. Most people knew he wasn’t the type of man that you keep waiting. 

He’s downed his glass, saving the cube for last but even that found itself in his mouth, teeth crunching down against the ice as he heard what sounded very much like a complaint. His head, then his body, turned “Excuse me? Want to say that again?”

He really needed to get this fixed. It had always been ridiculous to have an allergic reaction to magic out of all things. The concept itself didn’t even make that much sense, but all that Guy knew was that he sneezed a storm whenever he was around it. He had been taking a break from the mountain of papers he had to grade and thought it would be a good idea to grab a drink to unwind. It was, sort of, until his sensitive nose caught a hold of something that made it itch. “-on’t do it,” he had muttered to himself as he tried his damn hardest to hold the sneeze back. Hearing someone talk next to him offered a pleasant distraction but he didn’t face the man fully just in case he’d need to actually sneeze. “-hat?” His brain scrambled to think back to what he just heard and when it clicked he spoke again. “-aid don’t do it.”

[whatta-guy]

lucian-kyrkos:

“Aye I have. They’re… fluffy and have these big,” he demonstrated with his hands, “fringes that cover their eyes. I’m surprised they don’t ram into each other, all they can see is ginger hair. Sturdy, aye that’s for sure.” Lucian laughed, his smile fading at the thought that these creatures were probably extinct by now from the fog. 

“Here.” Watching the blood pour down his face, the sphinx decided to lift his own shirt over his head, before tearing it with one quick pull. Using one half of the shirt scrunched in his palm, he reached out toward the other, pressing the torn material and gently wiping away the blood from his neck, chin, mouth and nose. He paused, gazing at Guy before he held out the still clean fragment of his shirt in his other hand. “Keep this. You’ll need it more than I do.”

His eyes rounded and he hung onto every single word that Lucian said. He could picture the image pretty easily since he had seen pictures of them before. “-ish I could meet one,” he said with a sad sigh. His eyebrows scrunched when the other tore his shirt. Guilt came to him instantly and he opened his mouth to complain but was hushed when his face and neck was wiped. A small huff came from him as he watched the other. “-as okay. This happens a lot. You didn’t need to ruin your shirt.” He was more bothered by the fact that the sphinx didn’t have half of his clothing than how good the man looked without it. 

[whatta-guy]

lucian-kyrkos:

Lucian was about to offer to pay his drink, after all he had been through he deserved that. However, he had no choice but to back off from Guy’s frantic movements to push him away so that he could pay his own bill. Reluctantly the sphinx huffed at obliged, and could only hope that Guy ordered the most expensive thing on the menu. But he somehow already knew the answer to that one.

Giving him a light smile of warmth, he took charge, leading them both out into the open air. Already deciding he would take him to Central Vertigo, he already started to move in its direction, as he walked he started conversation “Not used to other’s paying or-” Or is this yet another reason for Lucian completely falling in adoration with this guy, a guy that had an obvious kind and warm heart that didn’t like to owe anyone anything, a guy Lucian could not help but want to spoil, admire, cherish it even and protect.

“You’re certainly something,” he laughed in mid sentence, his hand reaching to his mouth again before scratching his beard. “Promise me you’ll let me pay here, alright?” He glanced over at the shifter.

Guy pocketed his hands when they got out onto the street. “-unno. Just don’t see the point of people payin’ when I can buy my own things.” It wasn’t like he was unemployed or anything. He might be a professor but he had a good amount of savings stored away. His brows rose in question from what the other could’ve meant. “-ertainly something?” Whatever it meant didn’t really bother him that much, but that was like how most things went though. Guy had a relatively thick skin when it came to conversations and things like that. Insults barely phased him and he didn’t get most sayings anyways. After a small period of silence he finally nodded his head a little. “-kay, but I next time you don’t, okay?”

[ellerytanninrp]

Baklava || Guy & Ellery

[whatta-guy]

ellerytanninrp:

 “I would love that, actually.” the witch said with some surprise, “I’ll take all the help I can get.”

He slowed, stopping and opening the door to the bar for the shifter, following him inside. It was cool and dark compared to the full afternoon sunlight outside, but for this kind of establishment it was nearly too bright. But for a few ‘regulars’ tucked away with their bottles and sorrows, the place was nearly empty. Ellery gave the bartender a wave as they took their seats at a table in the corner, knowing that a bottle and pair of glasses wouldn’t be long.

“So, you see,” Ellery flushed, “Its not like I always mean to do magic. Sometimes it just… happens. Like earlier, with your papers. I’m sorry about that, by the way.”

First the first time since their encounter he actually quirked his lips upwards into what could pass as a smile. Which it was in his standards at least. “-eah, it’s not problem. I have plenty to spare.” Guy followed after Ellery and casually took in their surroundings. As they sat he listened to what the witch had to say and at the end he just pulled a long face again. “-o by accident? I don’t know too much about witches, but I guess it’s like the young ones for shifters. I remember I used to shift a lot whenever I sneezed when I was a kid. Even up until I was in my early twenties.”