Waking the Dead 2.0 || August 27, 2063 || Saturday

[icarusalsoflew]

[He told you to rest because you all definitely need it, and he plans on staying around in the Tower to make sure that happens.

Granted, he's also around to check up on you if you really can't sleep, and his sister's doing the same thing. So.]



OOC Notes:
+ Hikaru will be in to watch over you all and talk up until 8 PM; he goes on duty early, then comes right back to the Tower to see Josh because boyfriend time is a Thing. Setsuna will be around the entire day.
+ Feel free, as always, to start your own threads here.

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[icarusalsoflew]

[Here: he'll cover your hands, take that zippo, and light up for you.]

"We", Brig. "We".

[You're not alone anymore, and neither is he.]

There's no point in trying to end it if you end up leaving too much behind in the process.

[bostova]

[ And then she has a thought. ]

How often do you take vacations?

[bladeweaver]

Because I haven't been using my other magic so much, recently. I'm not just a Forces mage now. I have other things at my disposal. And I need practice.

[A tiny, bitter smile.]

We'll need to bring everything we can to every fight. I must have forgotten that.

[icarusalsoflew]

Not very often. Vacations tend to leave me very bored.

[At least he's being honest?]

I'd rather subsist on short breaks.]

[bostova]

Maybe you are just not spending your vacations with the right people.

[ i.e., the Hounds. ]

Breaks included.

[bostova]

[ When Taning asks that question, she huffs and turns to look at him, eyes narrowed. It lasts for a second before she looks away again, back out to the city. ]

You know why.

[bladeweaver]

[Well.]

It's always gotta be like pulling teeth with you, yeah? [But he's smiling, when he says that.]

Do you believe me when I say I've got your back?

[bostova]

[ The answer is yes. Of course it's yes, but this is Yulia.

It will always be like pulling teeth with her. ]

I do not know. You did kill seven blades back then...

it works either way <3 also late /)(\

[larue]

Oh, God-- [ those words are practically ripped from his lips as he shifts to curl around you. He bites down harder on the flesh at your shoulder, hard enough to bruise and he trembles because he knows those bites are coming short of breaking skin. He does press kisses after though, his tongue chasing the faint indentations left by his teeth as he lets out a low, strangled sound from deep in his chest.

His grip on the sheets is also slipping, and his hips are bucking with less finesse because the movement of your ass against the length of him, tight as you are around him is making breathing more difficult and thinking even more so.

It's all instinct now. You feel so gloriously tight, so unbelievably warm, so painfully good that he needs -- and wants -- more; and those delicious sounds that you're making are only making the ache worse.

Forgive him, love, if the grip that comes around your length is not gentle at all, if his fingers are trembling with need even as he palms/strokes/squeezes. ]

Hikaru-- nngh.

[ That's whispered pleadingly just right beneath your ear. ]

[atlas_shrugged]

[ A long drag ]

We. [ He repeats. ] We. [ A sigh ]

I know you'd [ the Hounds and Hikaru ] all hit me for it, but [ Flashes of dying HECATON teammates ] I just don't want to give him another chance to steal any more people's lives. To take anyone else.

[ He loves his Blade and Brother too much. It's irrational, they've been through the worst and come out stronger. But his old demon is still pulling at his heartstrings. He still remembers watching many of his old friends die. ]

[ktotheatothez]

...Bring everything we can to a fight, huh?

[ A dark look appears on Kaz's face, one that's never made an appearance before. ]

ishokay? XD

[icarusalsoflew]

[Honestly, there's something also utterly wonderful about getting fucked this way because it's a not-so-subtle indicator of the kind of effect that he has on you: that he can rip your control to shreds even if he's the one taking it flat on his stomach with his hands lashed behind his back, that you are utterly lost in him. He'd be pleased more pleased at himself for this, if every part of him didn't already feel like it was burning up.

That, and the rough way that you're handling him now isn't a turn off at all. It's just driving him faster to where he really, really needs to be. It's also pushing him to move as best as he can against you, even if that's just going to claw a little more at his sanity.]

A-ah...!

[Yes, he's crying out for you and because of you. You wreck him with everything that you do, especially when you say his name/grip him tight/fuck him hard.]

sob my coding errors

[icarusalsoflew]

[Chuckles.]

Or I could just be very allergic to being idle.

[He kind of is...]

[icarusalsoflew]

[Saying this very, very evenly.]

No one's going to hit you for wanting that, but I'm pretty sure that a lot of us will line up to hit you if you think, even for one second, that it's all on you to take him down.

[larue]

[ He starts falling to pieces and he stiffens, when the movement of his hips stuttering and he muffles a cry against your shoulder, the pitch of his voice strangled and a touch younger in an echo of how you usually sound when driven to the brink. The arm keeping him above you is failing him, and Josh tries his best to ease the change in position as gently as he can, breathless as he is. He's half lying on his side now, and he's taking you with him, altering the angle of his thrusts as the hand around you squeezes you tight, the leg not pinned to the bed is slipping between and hooking around yours before he spreads you wide.

The thrusts are slower now and you'll feel the way he shudders with each upward stroke both around you and inside of you; you'll hear the sounds he's swallowing down even as they seem crawl up and out of his throat of their own acvord.

And then, the helpless whine as he is unable to hold back spilling himself into you, forehead pressed to your shoulder as he muffles a sob of pleasure into your skin. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[All of that is matched by how instinctive it is for him to follow you, to let your high become his own. It's also a mark, yet again, of how far gone he is that he doesn't hold back, that every centimeter of his body seems like it's trying to melt into yours.

He's shattered in the aftermath, quivering and breathless and boneless against your body. Each bit of air he draws in tapers off into quiet gasps against your skin. That is him, as well, completely covering your hand and splattered on the both of you.

Still, that is him seeking your lips out as best as he can. It's the only part of him that he can move without too much difficulty now.]

[larue]

[ He's going to meet his lips to yours, even if he can't quite get enough air into him. You'll feel the way his chest expands and falls, the intake and exhale of oxygen a little too erratic.

Those are his fingers tangling with yours, and him shifting, as best as he can without jarring you from where you are lying against him so that you can use his bicep as your pillow. He doesn't want to pull away from you yet. He needs the feel of you against/around him still. ]

Hey, [ that's whispered against your lips, a smile tugging at the corners as his tongue teases yours. ]

[bostova]

[ She leans in close to nudge his shoulders with hers. ]

Or it's both.

But when you- we do have time... Russia is an option.

[icarusalsoflew]

...Mnh.

[That might sound a little cute, especially since it's coupled with the way he looks (read: 100% Strung Out, and yes, all of that is a bit of a tell on just how close he is to passing out on you). Still, he's indulging that kiss as best as he can. He can't get enough of the way that you taste.

And to think that he's lying against you, and you're still inside of him. There is something poetic to that.]

[icarusalsoflew]

Good thing too, because it's been a while since I've been there.

[And not been in to kill something. Nobody is Surprised.]

Maybe we can drop in on the power base there too. There's something I want to show you there.

[larue]

[ There's a warm and satisfied feeling that goes through him as he watches you look the way that you do and he smiles against your mouth before whispering: ] I'm going to untie you now.

[ The position you're lying in with your wrists still lashed can't be comfortable in the least. As such, he's going to pull away from you just enough to fumble with that belt and ease it away before he settles back and holds you close.

No words as he presses a quiet kiss to your ear.

Rest, love. He's not going anywhere for a while. ]

...And I missed the notif for this.

[sadame]

[Chuckling a little.]

Yes, dying does tend to be a little traumatic even if you come back.

[Speaking from experience here. Yeah...]

[bladeweaver]

[He's proud of that look, kiddo. It talks of innocence lost and fun times over, sure. But it also bespeaks responsibility and an understanding of the gravity of the business you're all in.]

Everything we can, and some things we can't. Whatever it takes.

[He smiles at you then, the smile a brother would wear the first time he finds out his young bro punched somebody in the face.]

[ktotheatothez]

I'm... Working on it.

[ The grin that comes with it is a little questionable. Yes, he's alive but at the same time he's wondering about that one little what if. ]

[sadame]

[Ears pricking up, and tilting her head at you now.]

What's on your mind?

[It seems Important enough for Setsuna to be direct and ask.]