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[His eyes roll back and shut tight under a growing smile. Really, the kid's as much of a tease as he is a pissant and the Sin isn't at all surprised at the result. He should have seen it coming all along - the spit-back, the arrogance.]
[But it just makes it that much better.]
[The tongue at his skin seems to chase away the 'Shield. As if the homunculus is letting down all of his defenses. Just to feel the promise Alec has in store for him and those nails drag unseeing behind the wood. Slowly, scratching peel after peel of pine under he's got ribbons-thick under the curve of his talons.]
[Greed arches his hips, meeting the too-dry hand at his cock and a laugh hisses out of his tightly-shut jaws. Slithering from between his teeth when his eyebrows knit together and oh, Alec just shouldn't have.]
Maybe you'll surprise yourself kid - I don't really deny much. [Greed breathes as he screws the tips of his claws back into the headboard. Almost let go, then. To wrap around Alec's skull and coax him on. But if the kid wants the driver's seat, well.]
[There's the wheel.] I told you to show me everything you've got, brat. Might be good to take something you want, for a change. And who knows? [His chin tilts up first, bring the rest of his head with it. One eye open and Greed watches for a second. Just as voyeuristic as the next.]
Could prove yourself wrong for all that fussing.
[But it just makes it that much better.]
[The tongue at his skin seems to chase away the 'Shield. As if the homunculus is letting down all of his defenses. Just to feel the promise Alec has in store for him and those nails drag unseeing behind the wood. Slowly, scratching peel after peel of pine under he's got ribbons-thick under the curve of his talons.]
[Greed arches his hips, meeting the too-dry hand at his cock and a laugh hisses out of his tightly-shut jaws. Slithering from between his teeth when his eyebrows knit together and oh, Alec just shouldn't have.]
Maybe you'll surprise yourself kid - I don't really deny much. [Greed breathes as he screws the tips of his claws back into the headboard. Almost let go, then. To wrap around Alec's skull and coax him on. But if the kid wants the driver's seat, well.]
[There's the wheel.] I told you to show me everything you've got, brat. Might be good to take something you want, for a change. And who knows? [His chin tilts up first, bring the rest of his head with it. One eye open and Greed watches for a second. Just as voyeuristic as the next.]
Could prove yourself wrong for all that fussing.
[Alec has no specific plan, is just doing what feels right with any given moment. He's not experienced enough with doing something with someone new that he thinks he could gauge from Greed's initial reaction just what he should do, but he does have plenty of ideas, and he's sure that if he does something Greed really doesn't care for (other than just teasing) that he'll find out about it.]
There's always something new to learn.
[It's like a mantra or a promise, but right now Alec lets it go, focuses on the more he has available to him in the moment instead.]
[So he does shift after a moment to lick firmly against Greed's cock this time, one hand braced against Greed's thigh and the other lubed up and messy, reaching between Greed and the sheets, to draw circles around him.]
[His mouth on Greed's cock is tentative, careful, because Alec would rather draw it out than make himself run the risk of choking, because now more than previously, he's actually worried about embarrassing himself in front of Greed, so he's trying to walk a line between eagerness and experience, pretending for control for the sake of an impression he wants to make.]
There's always something new to learn.
[It's like a mantra or a promise, but right now Alec lets it go, focuses on the more he has available to him in the moment instead.]
[So he does shift after a moment to lick firmly against Greed's cock this time, one hand braced against Greed's thigh and the other lubed up and messy, reaching between Greed and the sheets, to draw circles around him.]
[His mouth on Greed's cock is tentative, careful, because Alec would rather draw it out than make himself run the risk of choking, because now more than previously, he's actually worried about embarrassing himself in front of Greed, so he's trying to walk a line between eagerness and experience, pretending for control for the sake of an impression he wants to make.]
[ Her pretty little lips parted in a smile at his compliment, a sweet girl's smile and beguiling. Her smile had always been her best feature, made her a blushing maid of spring. Only they should of revealed fangs, vicious jaws of a predator that dripped blood down her chin, between her breasts. Staining her in some irrevocably. ]
Thank you, Greed. [ a purr to mimic his own. Heady, inviting. She watched him, the tip of her tongue flicking against her top lip before she turned again to keep walking, contemplating what he saw in her with the gesture more than anything. ] I am human, and no one need like me but you.
[ With that she kept walking, confident in where she was going, that no one would dare stop her.
None save him.
She barely even noticed he stopped until the question cut through the evening mist. Her mind gone some place only she dare go to. Might kill anyone else for stepping into, or at least the look on her face said as much, when he asked. Elizabeth took a step forward, to him. Carefully she reached for him. Like a lover, or something else. Her head tilted to the side, not looking to meet his eyes, or not yet. She smoothed up his chest, curling her fingers in the fur and lost her earnest smile. ] Why do you ask me such tiresome questions? Think you to save me? Spare me more blood on my hands? [ She leant close, a whisper to his ear as he rolled his cigarette, like he was privy to some secret. Her eyes on the star as she spoke, lips there to tease and torment in equal measure. ]
I made my choice long before I knew you. Do not ask me such foolish things ever again, I tire of it. [ She let out a breath, kissed his cheek once more, and stepped away. ]
Thank you, Greed. [ a purr to mimic his own. Heady, inviting. She watched him, the tip of her tongue flicking against her top lip before she turned again to keep walking, contemplating what he saw in her with the gesture more than anything. ] I am human, and no one need like me but you.
[ With that she kept walking, confident in where she was going, that no one would dare stop her.
None save him.
She barely even noticed he stopped until the question cut through the evening mist. Her mind gone some place only she dare go to. Might kill anyone else for stepping into, or at least the look on her face said as much, when he asked. Elizabeth took a step forward, to him. Carefully she reached for him. Like a lover, or something else. Her head tilted to the side, not looking to meet his eyes, or not yet. She smoothed up his chest, curling her fingers in the fur and lost her earnest smile. ] Why do you ask me such tiresome questions? Think you to save me? Spare me more blood on my hands? [ She leant close, a whisper to his ear as he rolled his cigarette, like he was privy to some secret. Her eyes on the star as she spoke, lips there to tease and torment in equal measure. ]
I made my choice long before I knew you. Do not ask me such foolish things ever again, I tire of it. [ She let out a breath, kissed his cheek once more, and stepped away. ]
[ He was like water, holy to her in her desperation. Her lips finding his and it isn't so much to kiss, but as he offered, a place to smother her cries, emptying them against his lips. Each one of them a mix of words and meanings, taken out of her in short pantings breaths. She forced herself down harder against him, her hands listless running over him, pulling and tugging him at him. Nails raking on his shoulders, feather light on his stomach and grasping at his hair when she needed him to hold still just so. Enough that she could hide the sound of her own lust against his skin.
And she might of laughed -- breathless and stolen in seconds, against his lips. Pulling back only to stare at him in bemusement mixed with all else that fluttered through her. ] Me? Alone? When is a Queen ever truly alone. [ Anger there too, maybe, but gone again in a instant. ]
[ It fits in some way he wouldn't make it easier for her all the same. HIs rough fingers finding exactly what they want on her body like he had been doing this for years. She has the spare second, biting down hard on his shoulder as she cried out louder again. Something that would have been too distinct, too obvious to anyone listening. For him, and only for him. But then, not at all, for herself. She wanted this, wanted to be like any other woman, even if that wasn't strictly true, but she wanted and wanted and wanted. He worked her body over like she was instrument he knew well how to play, and when she kissed him again, he frustration showed. Her legs shaking, clinging to him, and she felt savage and empty and like she was near to drowning.
But not enough, never enough. Her movements speeding up, asking without saying, because her pride would never allow that. It was however acceptable enough to torment him as much as he did her. Finding every part of him to trace over and mark as her own. ]
And she might of laughed -- breathless and stolen in seconds, against his lips. Pulling back only to stare at him in bemusement mixed with all else that fluttered through her. ] Me? Alone? When is a Queen ever truly alone. [ Anger there too, maybe, but gone again in a instant. ]
[ It fits in some way he wouldn't make it easier for her all the same. HIs rough fingers finding exactly what they want on her body like he had been doing this for years. She has the spare second, biting down hard on his shoulder as she cried out louder again. Something that would have been too distinct, too obvious to anyone listening. For him, and only for him. But then, not at all, for herself. She wanted this, wanted to be like any other woman, even if that wasn't strictly true, but she wanted and wanted and wanted. He worked her body over like she was instrument he knew well how to play, and when she kissed him again, he frustration showed. Her legs shaking, clinging to him, and she felt savage and empty and like she was near to drowning.
But not enough, never enough. Her movements speeding up, asking without saying, because her pride would never allow that. It was however acceptable enough to torment him as much as he did her. Finding every part of him to trace over and mark as her own. ]
[Finally, Greed releases his strong-hold on the headboard. Peeling his claws away and slipping them through the bars. Despite Alec's constant claims to the contrary, sometimes it's a little sweeter just to feel. And while he doesn't have a clue to the inexperience, Greed's got some inclination.]
[He's just been doing this too long.]
[So one hand stretches - nails first as his wrist twists. He offers the smooth side of his talons, pacing them up the side of Alec's skull. The Sin's got all hands on deck: his eyes watching, his fingers twirling. Spinning and spinning until he's got black-brown hair through the knuckles and he holds with a foreign sort of admiration.]
[A growl escapes him, then. Nothing vicious and more the rumble of a predator finding its kin. It's thick in his throat, coming from the depths of his chest, and it makes his teeth fan out. Greed taps his other hand behind his own head, drumming with a slow sort of rhythm.] If you stay here long enough, you'll learn plenty.
[How the underworld worked. How the black market functioned. And of everything and anything that dwells in the dark. It wasn't just a name painted on the door, but a sign: that brought all matters of secrets and rumors. Of freaks and abominations to his door step. Ushered in with open arms and eager hands. To snatch and have and Greed wore the crown proudly.]
[Which is why he's got no itch to chide Alec on his behavior. Or his lack of finesse. The kid's got plenty to learn.]
[Gently, as it not to disturb too much, Greed slips his claws away from Alec's hair. Touches to the tips to his face, sliding a thumb across a cheek.] Like I said - nothing you do's gunna hurt me much, kid. So feel free - [The hand unfurls behind his skull, a gesture of relaxation. The Sin's not about to let this one slip through his fingers so easily and if he means taking his time, well.]
[So be it.]
[He's just been doing this too long.]
[So one hand stretches - nails first as his wrist twists. He offers the smooth side of his talons, pacing them up the side of Alec's skull. The Sin's got all hands on deck: his eyes watching, his fingers twirling. Spinning and spinning until he's got black-brown hair through the knuckles and he holds with a foreign sort of admiration.]
[A growl escapes him, then. Nothing vicious and more the rumble of a predator finding its kin. It's thick in his throat, coming from the depths of his chest, and it makes his teeth fan out. Greed taps his other hand behind his own head, drumming with a slow sort of rhythm.] If you stay here long enough, you'll learn plenty.
[How the underworld worked. How the black market functioned. And of everything and anything that dwells in the dark. It wasn't just a name painted on the door, but a sign: that brought all matters of secrets and rumors. Of freaks and abominations to his door step. Ushered in with open arms and eager hands. To snatch and have and Greed wore the crown proudly.]
[Which is why he's got no itch to chide Alec on his behavior. Or his lack of finesse. The kid's got plenty to learn.]
[Gently, as it not to disturb too much, Greed slips his claws away from Alec's hair. Touches to the tips to his face, sliding a thumb across a cheek.] Like I said - nothing you do's gunna hurt me much, kid. So feel free - [The hand unfurls behind his skull, a gesture of relaxation. The Sin's not about to let this one slip through his fingers so easily and if he means taking his time, well.]
[So be it.]
[Alec pulls off of Greed's cock in order to answer, green eyes serious and assessing, trying to figure out how much of this is Greed trying to give him free reign and how much of it is the actual subject of his desire.]
[He's certainly heard of masochists, after all, even if he's far from being one such himself.]
[There's a confidence in his voice by the time he does talk, voice lofty and assured, certain that he knows about this much, at least.]
You don't want me to bite like this.
[Which is fine, because Alec doesn't want to do that, would much rather bring Greed pleasure even if nothing will stop him from being a little selfish about, a little bit of a brat.]
[But he's been tentative more for his own sake than for Greed's, and it's obvious enough that that's not as convincing a distraction as he'd like it to be. So he keeps his mouth light on Greed's cock, the slow movement of his tongue inside his mouth providing pressure, but his finger presses into Greed, feeling the other man's body give way to let him in.]
[It's intoxicating, heady, and Alec wishes he could watch it happening. Later, he knows, he will.]
[He's certainly heard of masochists, after all, even if he's far from being one such himself.]
[There's a confidence in his voice by the time he does talk, voice lofty and assured, certain that he knows about this much, at least.]
You don't want me to bite like this.
[Which is fine, because Alec doesn't want to do that, would much rather bring Greed pleasure even if nothing will stop him from being a little selfish about, a little bit of a brat.]
[But he's been tentative more for his own sake than for Greed's, and it's obvious enough that that's not as convincing a distraction as he'd like it to be. So he keeps his mouth light on Greed's cock, the slow movement of his tongue inside his mouth providing pressure, but his finger presses into Greed, feeling the other man's body give way to let him in.]
[It's intoxicating, heady, and Alec wishes he could watch it happening. Later, he knows, he will.]
[She took him like a lover, but damned him like a villain. With sweet words laced like poison, but at least he was used to it. Knives that cut - that told him when he was out of bounds and as she coiled to him, Greed merely shrugged. Raised one hand to give the mildest charade of a surrender.] Noted. Just remember that this was your idea.
[Up ahead, torches flicked. A few unloading their gotten-gains. Crate after crate piling high on the planks and they oozed of fresh fish. Still flopping, gasping for air. It was fitting in a way - how every second that passed, there was something just barely hanging onto life. Dying moments waiting in the balance and it wouldn't just be next-day's market that would be begging for the sweet release.]
[Greed walked with her, shoved his nose to the side of her head. He could snap her neck right then and there; have at everything that was to come. All for himself. But he wouldn't and she knew. That despite his claim to fame, she wasn't on the dinner menu.]
[Not yet, anyway.]
[But he watched the dock, his glance far away as it split the darkness and saw. Every fearful glance, every frozen step. Like time unwinding before him and the Sin was privy to everything. Skipped heartbeats, erratic pulses: it was the best sort of drug.]
[And oh, was he just itching for the chance to show off.] But as long as we're being honest with one another, you and I know you're far too gone to be saved. Don't play bullshit with me, lovely. [The homunculus smiled against her hair, against her skin. Let his breath caress her as much as so wanted to. To take her clothes, to steal her skin. Running his claws down her curves to make her sing so loud that even the dregs of the under-city could hear.]
[That wasn't tonight's plan, though. Which was slightly disappointing.] Mn. [Greed let her go and turned his hands back to his pockets. What a witch and such a tease. He was right when he made the comment.]
[Had Elizabeth been something more, Lust would have liked her.]
[Suddenly, Greed slowed his pace. Waltzing instead of walking and each clap of his heel made the whole deck shiver. As if it knew what was coming and he seemed to melt into shadow. Races of black across his skin and he spat his smoke out. Let it roll across the wood until his boot smothered it and it was only hell-fire ash chasing the cuff of his heels, the billow of his jacket.]
Why don't you do the talking first then? [The creature tilted his head, looked down at her at a diagonal glance.] May as well make him comfortable first, right?
[Up ahead, torches flicked. A few unloading their gotten-gains. Crate after crate piling high on the planks and they oozed of fresh fish. Still flopping, gasping for air. It was fitting in a way - how every second that passed, there was something just barely hanging onto life. Dying moments waiting in the balance and it wouldn't just be next-day's market that would be begging for the sweet release.]
[Greed walked with her, shoved his nose to the side of her head. He could snap her neck right then and there; have at everything that was to come. All for himself. But he wouldn't and she knew. That despite his claim to fame, she wasn't on the dinner menu.]
[Not yet, anyway.]
[But he watched the dock, his glance far away as it split the darkness and saw. Every fearful glance, every frozen step. Like time unwinding before him and the Sin was privy to everything. Skipped heartbeats, erratic pulses: it was the best sort of drug.]
[And oh, was he just itching for the chance to show off.] But as long as we're being honest with one another, you and I know you're far too gone to be saved. Don't play bullshit with me, lovely. [The homunculus smiled against her hair, against her skin. Let his breath caress her as much as so wanted to. To take her clothes, to steal her skin. Running his claws down her curves to make her sing so loud that even the dregs of the under-city could hear.]
[That wasn't tonight's plan, though. Which was slightly disappointing.] Mn. [Greed let her go and turned his hands back to his pockets. What a witch and such a tease. He was right when he made the comment.]
[Had Elizabeth been something more, Lust would have liked her.]
[Suddenly, Greed slowed his pace. Waltzing instead of walking and each clap of his heel made the whole deck shiver. As if it knew what was coming and he seemed to melt into shadow. Races of black across his skin and he spat his smoke out. Let it roll across the wood until his boot smothered it and it was only hell-fire ash chasing the cuff of his heels, the billow of his jacket.]
Why don't you do the talking first then? [The creature tilted his head, looked down at her at a diagonal glance.] May as well make him comfortable first, right?
[It's messy and dirty and anything but pretty. Least to any normal mind. When her lips smash against his red and the Sin parts the way with a grin to give even a Hell a run for its money. Eyes shut, neck craning forward to guide those moans down his throat. They echo there, like the long-lost souls in a cave that stretches for hours, for days. Crying out, but there's no use, not here.]
[They're both far too gone for that.]
[But she's got a country to think about - not that Greed really cares and he should have seen the bite at his shoulder coming. He 'tsks' with his teeth peeled apart, tilting his head away so that she can have at it. It'll heal anyway and what's a few brief marks between good ol'chums.] And what's the point of a ruler if you're still thinking that small?
[Queen, king, emperor: it didn't mean shit to him. His avarice ran far too deep, like wires through the underground and on and on it went. To him, land was good, money was better, but ruling the entire world?]
[Is so much sweeter.]
[Though, he just leaves it at that. For now, at least, and instead chooses to run his fingers a bit harder, driving them down where her sex dips and he begins. Greed pinches once, if not just to tease, while his other hand makes claws at her back. A crackle of noise, the sound easy enough to recognize by now, and he's got the smooth side of his talons riding the bumps of her spine. The bucks of her hips.]
Mn - take it easy, Elizabeth. [The Queen is desperate to conquer, always. But he just isn't the kind that can be - not even his own flesh and blood had the power to do it and she certainly doesn't. But those thighs squeeze oh-so-good and Greed's got no shame in hiding it. How much he likes when she rides him, when she bites him. When she tries so damn hard.]
[So, he opens his lips. Lets her hear a grunt or two - feral, obscene. Though, he's never made any notion to the contrary.]
[They're both far too gone for that.]
[But she's got a country to think about - not that Greed really cares and he should have seen the bite at his shoulder coming. He 'tsks' with his teeth peeled apart, tilting his head away so that she can have at it. It'll heal anyway and what's a few brief marks between good ol'chums.] And what's the point of a ruler if you're still thinking that small?
[Queen, king, emperor: it didn't mean shit to him. His avarice ran far too deep, like wires through the underground and on and on it went. To him, land was good, money was better, but ruling the entire world?]
[Is so much sweeter.]
[Though, he just leaves it at that. For now, at least, and instead chooses to run his fingers a bit harder, driving them down where her sex dips and he begins. Greed pinches once, if not just to tease, while his other hand makes claws at her back. A crackle of noise, the sound easy enough to recognize by now, and he's got the smooth side of his talons riding the bumps of her spine. The bucks of her hips.]
Mn - take it easy, Elizabeth. [The Queen is desperate to conquer, always. But he just isn't the kind that can be - not even his own flesh and blood had the power to do it and she certainly doesn't. But those thighs squeeze oh-so-good and Greed's got no shame in hiding it. How much he likes when she rides him, when she bites him. When she tries so damn hard.]
[So, he opens his lips. Lets her hear a grunt or two - feral, obscene. Though, he's never made any notion to the contrary.]
No - but it wouldn't be the first time. Though, you might end up biting off a little more than you can chew. [Greed tilts his head to the side and he's cocky. Confident as inky-fingers feather across his hips. Trembling and mimicking the surface of quaking sand. However, the 'Shield stays just there. No use throwing the kid into the deep end when he hasn't had the chance to swim yet.]
[The Sin's lips do close and his comments with them. He's taking it all - the way Alec holds him, the movement of those lips when they take his cock and suck. A shoulder lifts tentatively, pulling the creature forward and finally, he's got a full hand on the top of Alec's head.]
[The tips of his nails rake - gently parting between the strands to have a scratch at Alec's skull. Then back again. Slowly, catching the rhythm the kid's beating to and Greed's easy enough to follow. With a hum at his jaws that's more of a purr and fine, he'll let him have everything he wants.]
[But oh, there's a surprise and his muscles tighten, his lips turning into a relaxed-O, and Greed whistles. Doesn't say a word, though. Not even as he shoves a heel into the bed frame and coaxes his torso down. Rocks his hips until he's practically riding those fingers in deep.] Tsk - [One eye opens, then the other. Alight with mischief.] - not bad, kid.
[Knuckles clench and the Sin's got a tighter grip now. As he rolls his body, bringing those fingers in deep and ah, there it is. It's been a while, Greed'll admit. Usually, it's the other way around.]
[But he's not about to complain.]
[The Sin's lips do close and his comments with them. He's taking it all - the way Alec holds him, the movement of those lips when they take his cock and suck. A shoulder lifts tentatively, pulling the creature forward and finally, he's got a full hand on the top of Alec's head.]
[The tips of his nails rake - gently parting between the strands to have a scratch at Alec's skull. Then back again. Slowly, catching the rhythm the kid's beating to and Greed's easy enough to follow. With a hum at his jaws that's more of a purr and fine, he'll let him have everything he wants.]
[But oh, there's a surprise and his muscles tighten, his lips turning into a relaxed-O, and Greed whistles. Doesn't say a word, though. Not even as he shoves a heel into the bed frame and coaxes his torso down. Rocks his hips until he's practically riding those fingers in deep.] Tsk - [One eye opens, then the other. Alight with mischief.] - not bad, kid.
[Knuckles clench and the Sin's got a tighter grip now. As he rolls his body, bringing those fingers in deep and ah, there it is. It's been a while, Greed'll admit. Usually, it's the other way around.]
[But he's not about to complain.]
Sometimes that's what life is. [And the fact that it's more than he can handle is usually enough to make Alec despair at it, despair at himself, but in a bed with someone as enthusiastic about what they're to do as he is, all the rules are different.]
That's why it's important to break it down. [Or it breaks him down. Or it does that anyway.]
Into manageable pieces.
[Alec is licking Greed's cock between sentences, literally licking rather than taking it back fully into his mouth, because it's far more important that he talk than that Greed get everything that he will in this current moment. He's losing his rhythm to this, but that doesn't matter to him, and he'll be surprised if it changes Greed's mood.]
[Most surprised because it would have to mean that Alec overestimated him, that Greed isn't the sort of person that he's professed to be. (That's not a mistake that Alec makes very often, since he's hardly generous to other people, even as he knows he might still be too naive for his own good. Still, it's better to know that sort of thing sooner, rather than later.]
Manageable pieces is why Alec had intended to open Greed up slowly, but he can feel the shifting of his body to draw those fingers in, and Alec doesn't think he has that much control. It had been his intention to bring Greed to some level of satisfaction with his mouth before he shifted, but he's rewriting that plan based on his lack of diligence and his impatience.]
That's why it's important to break it down. [Or it breaks him down. Or it does that anyway.]
Into manageable pieces.
[Alec is licking Greed's cock between sentences, literally licking rather than taking it back fully into his mouth, because it's far more important that he talk than that Greed get everything that he will in this current moment. He's losing his rhythm to this, but that doesn't matter to him, and he'll be surprised if it changes Greed's mood.]
[Most surprised because it would have to mean that Alec overestimated him, that Greed isn't the sort of person that he's professed to be. (That's not a mistake that Alec makes very often, since he's hardly generous to other people, even as he knows he might still be too naive for his own good. Still, it's better to know that sort of thing sooner, rather than later.]
Manageable pieces is why Alec had intended to open Greed up slowly, but he can feel the shifting of his body to draw those fingers in, and Alec doesn't think he has that much control. It had been his intention to bring Greed to some level of satisfaction with his mouth before he shifted, but he's rewriting that plan based on his lack of diligence and his impatience.]
[Greed's much more experienced on the other side of the field. Pushing and prodding, caressing nails and fingers when it suits his fancy. A swap doesn't surprise him and he isn't inexperienced to the notion. But it's different here - off - and after a few licks and more words, the homunculus coils his blacked-out hand around Alec's chin. Urges him to stop a moment.]
Break it down, huh. [The curve of a claw catches his partner's lower lip. Touches it, grazes across it, and Greed's eyes narrow. As if he's rereading the last bit of a clause: "Sign here, dot here, but remember the expectations.."]
[His eyes follow the flesh of a bruised lip. Taking in the contours, the shape of it pressed between his weapon of choice. Had he been another sort of creature, he probably would have pierced it. Torn it right up before he sliced the kid's throat. But those days were long gone. Tossed out like yesterday's garbage and Greed, in all of his years, had never looked back.]
[So he hitches his heel, peels himself away from Alec's exploratory fingers. He can feel the muscles tense and relax, a small sigh escaping his jaws and even in his ears, it's entirely unholy. Rude, plain, and noxious. The pit opening up and oh, welcome on down through the burning rings.]
[Knees arch, legs with them, and he snatches Alec in a vice. Smiles with a wicked sort of flare, youthful and old, before his stomach clenches and Greed flips them both. Tumbling to the other side of the mattress, listening as the old wires groan and bend. It's only when he's got the other under him, does Greed arch back up. Moving with a roll of his hips, a buck of his spine, and nails frame out the bottom edge of his shirt. Brown fabric knots in his knuckles as he yanks the offending garment off and over his head. A flick of the wrist sends it crashing into a nearby bureau and the wood shudders and quakes. But Greed pays it little mind. Instead, he settles his thighs - letting them sink into the mattress as he slips into Alec's lap.]
You really haven't done this much, have you? [Finally letting the cat out the bag and the Sin knocks his head to the side.] Don't worry about it - I'm not about to hold it against you.
[The Sin bends, meeting Alec's forehead with his own. Warmth breath at his tongue and he's eye to eye, tooth to tooth.] Go on - give it a try. I've got all the time in the world, after all.
[To test, Greed pushes with his hips. Grinding himself down with a grin that could kill. With a laugh that's a whisper.] Besides, I don't have anything else planned that can't wait 'till later.
Break it down, huh. [The curve of a claw catches his partner's lower lip. Touches it, grazes across it, and Greed's eyes narrow. As if he's rereading the last bit of a clause: "Sign here, dot here, but remember the expectations.."]
[His eyes follow the flesh of a bruised lip. Taking in the contours, the shape of it pressed between his weapon of choice. Had he been another sort of creature, he probably would have pierced it. Torn it right up before he sliced the kid's throat. But those days were long gone. Tossed out like yesterday's garbage and Greed, in all of his years, had never looked back.]
[So he hitches his heel, peels himself away from Alec's exploratory fingers. He can feel the muscles tense and relax, a small sigh escaping his jaws and even in his ears, it's entirely unholy. Rude, plain, and noxious. The pit opening up and oh, welcome on down through the burning rings.]
[Knees arch, legs with them, and he snatches Alec in a vice. Smiles with a wicked sort of flare, youthful and old, before his stomach clenches and Greed flips them both. Tumbling to the other side of the mattress, listening as the old wires groan and bend. It's only when he's got the other under him, does Greed arch back up. Moving with a roll of his hips, a buck of his spine, and nails frame out the bottom edge of his shirt. Brown fabric knots in his knuckles as he yanks the offending garment off and over his head. A flick of the wrist sends it crashing into a nearby bureau and the wood shudders and quakes. But Greed pays it little mind. Instead, he settles his thighs - letting them sink into the mattress as he slips into Alec's lap.]
You really haven't done this much, have you? [Finally letting the cat out the bag and the Sin knocks his head to the side.] Don't worry about it - I'm not about to hold it against you.
[The Sin bends, meeting Alec's forehead with his own. Warmth breath at his tongue and he's eye to eye, tooth to tooth.] Go on - give it a try. I've got all the time in the world, after all.
[To test, Greed pushes with his hips. Grinding himself down with a grin that could kill. With a laugh that's a whisper.] Besides, I don't have anything else planned that can't wait 'till later.
It's still not real
Ash and urn and silence
Talk to me."
Edited 2014-02-17 03:42 (UTC)
It had happened so fast. The world slipping through his fingers, deafening in his ears. Like a vacuum on full-blast, a whirl-wind of voices shouting. Of people screaming: "Run, run, run as fast as you can!" They had shoved into each other, trampled over the living as though they were part of the concrete below. In the chaos, he had lost sight of most: of faces he knew, faces that were his. Until one stood out and he grabbed her by the collar. Snatched her wide-eyed look and just spat:
"C'mon kid!"
Greed couldn't remember the rest. He knew, as the last train out was leaving, that Zelien was falling apart behind them. Taken by a sea of black that didn't stop. Eating away buildings, tearing apart steel. Stones crashed against the side of the cart and he was aware that she had said something. But he couldn't recall what. All that he remembered were the lights going out and that sick sensation of melting.
Then, the whistle blew.
Greed flicked open his pocket-watch: 10:03. PM, but the looks of it. Dotted windows lit up in warm gold passed by, the locomotive going at a steady pace. He had checked it - asked which way the train was heading.
The response was more of a surprise than he had anticipated. "Dublith?" The Sin turned his head, watched the woman at the back with a pursed lower-lip. "You sure?"
"Are you all right, sir? You don't look so - "
"Eh-," Greed had started as he waved his hand. The shock would pass and his system was already putting the pieces back together. "-yeah, don't worry about it, lovely. Just been traveling for a while." Which was the truth - Zelien was far away and this was. Well, it was home.
"What year is it?" He asked, distracted.
"Sir - sir are you sure you're all right?" The homunculus had lost track of her words, then. Eyes swiveling behind his shades, his thin-slits knocking wide and thin erratically. There was a newspaper - strung out across a passenger's face who was far more interested in sleep than the current conversation.
1918.
"Yeah, yeah. Like I said - been traveling a bit, hmn?" He met the bewildered glance of the stewardess with a toothy grin. "Didn't mean to scare ya."
A few tracks covered and a brief exchange had Greed padding back to the back-car. He had someone else to worry about at the moment, as much as his own need was begging for answers. Someone curled up into a vacant cart and Greed scratched a knuckle to the bare of his neck - ah, right.
His vest was thrown up on her - the best make-shift blanket he could offer, given the circumstances. Which were less than stellar. Maybe it had been a bad choice, grabbing her then. She had people - she had family. She wasn't a misfit or an outcast. Just a little girl, barely out of the safe reaches of a mother's arms, and yet.
Yet.
Greed hooked his heel into the arm rest of a seat. In his hand were two glasses - one filled with water, the other filled with something a little more. With his finger latched inside the lip of one, he gently padded the cool touch of glass against her cheek. Urging her awake.
"Oi, oi, oi - don't tell me you went and died on me, kid. You're a little too good for that."
"C'mon kid!"
Greed couldn't remember the rest. He knew, as the last train out was leaving, that Zelien was falling apart behind them. Taken by a sea of black that didn't stop. Eating away buildings, tearing apart steel. Stones crashed against the side of the cart and he was aware that she had said something. But he couldn't recall what. All that he remembered were the lights going out and that sick sensation of melting.
Then, the whistle blew.
Greed flicked open his pocket-watch: 10:03. PM, but the looks of it. Dotted windows lit up in warm gold passed by, the locomotive going at a steady pace. He had checked it - asked which way the train was heading.
The response was more of a surprise than he had anticipated. "Dublith?" The Sin turned his head, watched the woman at the back with a pursed lower-lip. "You sure?"
"Are you all right, sir? You don't look so - "
"Eh-," Greed had started as he waved his hand. The shock would pass and his system was already putting the pieces back together. "-yeah, don't worry about it, lovely. Just been traveling for a while." Which was the truth - Zelien was far away and this was. Well, it was home.
"What year is it?" He asked, distracted.
"Sir - sir are you sure you're all right?" The homunculus had lost track of her words, then. Eyes swiveling behind his shades, his thin-slits knocking wide and thin erratically. There was a newspaper - strung out across a passenger's face who was far more interested in sleep than the current conversation.
1918.
"Yeah, yeah. Like I said - been traveling a bit, hmn?" He met the bewildered glance of the stewardess with a toothy grin. "Didn't mean to scare ya."
A few tracks covered and a brief exchange had Greed padding back to the back-car. He had someone else to worry about at the moment, as much as his own need was begging for answers. Someone curled up into a vacant cart and Greed scratched a knuckle to the bare of his neck - ah, right.
His vest was thrown up on her - the best make-shift blanket he could offer, given the circumstances. Which were less than stellar. Maybe it had been a bad choice, grabbing her then. She had people - she had family. She wasn't a misfit or an outcast. Just a little girl, barely out of the safe reaches of a mother's arms, and yet.
Yet.
Greed hooked his heel into the arm rest of a seat. In his hand were two glasses - one filled with water, the other filled with something a little more. With his finger latched inside the lip of one, he gently padded the cool touch of glass against her cheek. Urging her awake.
"Oi, oi, oi - don't tell me you went and died on me, kid. You're a little too good for that."
Edited 2014-02-17 04:13 (UTC)
The world had ended.
In a moment, all around her, everything had started to shatter apart. Buildings cracking, shattering, people screaming, everything making noise until it all turned into a single endless roar in Kaede's ears. She screamed, she thinks she screamed, cried out for Barnaby and Ivan and more than anything, her father. Her friends and family.
Then, amidst the chaos, even as she started to fall due to someone shoving her, a familiar face came up before hers. Greed. She doesn't think twice when he grabs her collar, just reaching up and lacing her arms around his neck before she gets pulled down by the tide, crying out in a scream of pure fear.
Her eyes close, but she feels her power activate. Across her skin, her whole body, the Shield comes to life and devours her flesh until nothing remains but blackness, her face buried into the collar of his vest.
Like this, she has no idea when she goes under, but under she goes, until something cold nudges at her cheek.
Her eyes slowly open and deeply, she regrets having to wake. Every inch of her body hurts, the after math of every muscle being tight, bruises from being shoved and slammed into, and whatever had torn Zelien apart. It all comes back in a rush and her eyes open completely, lifting to Greed and meeting his. She lets out a shaking breath, confusion and fear in her eyes as she stares. "Greed?" Her voice is rough from screaming, but she forces aching muscles to sit her up, looking around a train car like she has never seen before in her life. "What... Was that... another Rift?" Like they had experienced before in Zelien, assuming that is what it was. It had to be.
Right?
In a moment, all around her, everything had started to shatter apart. Buildings cracking, shattering, people screaming, everything making noise until it all turned into a single endless roar in Kaede's ears. She screamed, she thinks she screamed, cried out for Barnaby and Ivan and more than anything, her father. Her friends and family.
Then, amidst the chaos, even as she started to fall due to someone shoving her, a familiar face came up before hers. Greed. She doesn't think twice when he grabs her collar, just reaching up and lacing her arms around his neck before she gets pulled down by the tide, crying out in a scream of pure fear.
Her eyes close, but she feels her power activate. Across her skin, her whole body, the Shield comes to life and devours her flesh until nothing remains but blackness, her face buried into the collar of his vest.
Like this, she has no idea when she goes under, but under she goes, until something cold nudges at her cheek.
Her eyes slowly open and deeply, she regrets having to wake. Every inch of her body hurts, the after math of every muscle being tight, bruises from being shoved and slammed into, and whatever had torn Zelien apart. It all comes back in a rush and her eyes open completely, lifting to Greed and meeting his. She lets out a shaking breath, confusion and fear in her eyes as she stares. "Greed?" Her voice is rough from screaming, but she forces aching muscles to sit her up, looking around a train car like she has never seen before in her life. "What... Was that... another Rift?" Like they had experienced before in Zelien, assuming that is what it was. It had to be.
Right?
"Don't know," Greed takes the seat opposite Kaede, throwing his heels up next to her as he slides comfortably into the vacant lot. The water's tossed up onto a sill, for whenever she finds the stomach to take a sip and the Sin points it out with a lazy index. From the side of his own drink that's rich-amber thick and pungent. "-but I don't think so."
Greed churns his wrist, making the liquor in his glass spin and the ice with it. The cubes chime against the sides, rolling and sloshing against one another while his eyes narrow slightly. He briefly wonders how many got out, how many didn't, before the train of thought's a little too sour and he sinks into his shoulders. Shrugs it off. "Doesn't look like the rest came with us."
Which points to an answer he doesn't really want to tell her. So he'll save it - at least, for now.
Greed lifts the scotch to his lips. Tosses it down his throat before a flick of a thumb catches the left-overs traveling the dip of his chin. He briefly pops it into his mouth, licks it clean. "Drink up, kid. We've still got an hour before we reach the station."
Again, the train whistles and Greed's lips pull into a mild snarl. His glance is a bit distant as he forces a grin to his face. "And I don't need you passing out on me just yet. Would only be more trouble for the both of us."
Not like they didn't have enough trouble as is. He's supposed to be two-years dead and she? Well, that's an entirely different can of worms Greed's not interested in popping just yet.
So, he shifts his ankles. Laces them as he settles his arms across the lengthy back-side of the worn leather passenger cart. A hike of the shoulder as him rocking to the side and he takes another glance at Zelien's parting gift. The hands still point at 10:03 and the second's twitching between one and two. As if stuck there, perpetually frozen.
The Sin pockets it. "Least I know where we are this time," he says, casually. "-and not much seems to have changed."
Greed churns his wrist, making the liquor in his glass spin and the ice with it. The cubes chime against the sides, rolling and sloshing against one another while his eyes narrow slightly. He briefly wonders how many got out, how many didn't, before the train of thought's a little too sour and he sinks into his shoulders. Shrugs it off. "Doesn't look like the rest came with us."
Which points to an answer he doesn't really want to tell her. So he'll save it - at least, for now.
Greed lifts the scotch to his lips. Tosses it down his throat before a flick of a thumb catches the left-overs traveling the dip of his chin. He briefly pops it into his mouth, licks it clean. "Drink up, kid. We've still got an hour before we reach the station."
Again, the train whistles and Greed's lips pull into a mild snarl. His glance is a bit distant as he forces a grin to his face. "And I don't need you passing out on me just yet. Would only be more trouble for the both of us."
Not like they didn't have enough trouble as is. He's supposed to be two-years dead and she? Well, that's an entirely different can of worms Greed's not interested in popping just yet.
So, he shifts his ankles. Laces them as he settles his arms across the lengthy back-side of the worn leather passenger cart. A hike of the shoulder as him rocking to the side and he takes another glance at Zelien's parting gift. The hands still point at 10:03 and the second's twitching between one and two. As if stuck there, perpetually frozen.
The Sin pockets it. "Least I know where we are this time," he says, casually. "-and not much seems to have changed."
"What?" The single word is breathy, almost terrified as she stares at him, horror clutching at her heart. She manages to stand up, looking up and down the car, then back to Greed. "What do you mean the others didn't come with us?? They have to be around here somewhere!" There is a definite rise in volume and pitch on that last word. The sound of fear.
"Where are we?" She jumps at the loud whistle, slowly sitting back down but she's shaking. "Zelien was- was breaking apart. It didn't look like the other Rifts."
Right! She pulls out her watch in a hurry and tries, desperately, to get her family pulled up, to reach out to them, but the fear continues to grow inside of her when she realizes that nothing is connected. Nothing reaches out. The feeds are dark.
"Where are we?" She jumps at the loud whistle, slowly sitting back down but she's shaking. "Zelien was- was breaking apart. It didn't look like the other Rifts."
Right! She pulls out her watch in a hurry and tries, desperately, to get her family pulled up, to reach out to them, but the fear continues to grow inside of her when she realizes that nothing is connected. Nothing reaches out. The feeds are dark.
"Oi, oi, oi - "
It's hard to watch, hard to listen to. "Give me an answer," her eyes seem to say. "-please, please, give me the right answer." Greed reaches out and peels forward. Away from his perch as two heels settle to the vibrating floor of the train. A whoosh of air sends them pitching through a black tunnel and the car-lights flicker and buzz to life with the slowness of a gas-fuse.
"-never said there wasn't a possibility. After all, there's no such thing as no such thing." Shadows wash over him. Caressing his jaw, his skin. Like a bad tide, lapping across his features. Making his angles that much more sharper as he pulls himself up into a semi-standing position. "Wait until we get off and then we'll try to it out, hmn?"
The wheels bounce and scrape against the iron rails below, making the noise echo in the long stretch of tunnel. As lights pass and flicker, Greed seems to dart in an out of shadow. As if there one minute and gone the next, but he doesn't move. And that ever-present grin gives him away, despite the physical tug-of-war between light and dark. Too bright are those teeth, too jagged.
When the train finally whips out of the tunnel, he's inches closer. Elbow shoved into a curve of leather. He's speaking softer, keeping a secret between him and his. "Home, well. Sort of."
The engine chugs and fields open up again. It's a bit different than last time. There's no military presence, not as much anyway, and there's machinery where there used to be plows. In the last few years, it seemed Amestris' new Fuhrer had done some landscaping of his own.
Greed grimaces and rattles his near-empty glass. He sighs, a bit dramatic, before casually pulling the collar of his vest up and over her neck.
"Just sit tight for now, all right? Don't want to draw any unwanted attention. Not exactly sure what we're dealing with yet." The Sin glances over his shoulder briefly. To the loosely-fitted door separating their cart and the next. He waves his fingers gently, letting them feather out across the glass before he claps over and snatches the knob. Lined up as his hip, Greed easily plants his back against the frame work and eases it shut with the audible clack of a lock.
"What's the last thing you remember?"
It's hard to watch, hard to listen to. "Give me an answer," her eyes seem to say. "-please, please, give me the right answer." Greed reaches out and peels forward. Away from his perch as two heels settle to the vibrating floor of the train. A whoosh of air sends them pitching through a black tunnel and the car-lights flicker and buzz to life with the slowness of a gas-fuse.
"-never said there wasn't a possibility. After all, there's no such thing as no such thing." Shadows wash over him. Caressing his jaw, his skin. Like a bad tide, lapping across his features. Making his angles that much more sharper as he pulls himself up into a semi-standing position. "Wait until we get off and then we'll try to it out, hmn?"
The wheels bounce and scrape against the iron rails below, making the noise echo in the long stretch of tunnel. As lights pass and flicker, Greed seems to dart in an out of shadow. As if there one minute and gone the next, but he doesn't move. And that ever-present grin gives him away, despite the physical tug-of-war between light and dark. Too bright are those teeth, too jagged.
When the train finally whips out of the tunnel, he's inches closer. Elbow shoved into a curve of leather. He's speaking softer, keeping a secret between him and his. "Home, well. Sort of."
The engine chugs and fields open up again. It's a bit different than last time. There's no military presence, not as much anyway, and there's machinery where there used to be plows. In the last few years, it seemed Amestris' new Fuhrer had done some landscaping of his own.
Greed grimaces and rattles his near-empty glass. He sighs, a bit dramatic, before casually pulling the collar of his vest up and over her neck.
"Just sit tight for now, all right? Don't want to draw any unwanted attention. Not exactly sure what we're dealing with yet." The Sin glances over his shoulder briefly. To the loosely-fitted door separating their cart and the next. He waves his fingers gently, letting them feather out across the glass before he claps over and snatches the knob. Lined up as his hip, Greed easily plants his back against the frame work and eases it shut with the audible clack of a lock.
"What's the last thing you remember?"
Edited 2014-02-18 00:21 (UTC)
"The world ending." The words come without even needing another thought, scowling just a little at him. "Is it possible for you to not be kind of creepy when you do that? Snake-shark-man." The whole latter half comes out as a quiet grumble, but the very tone suggests it's the kind of words you say in place of going into a pure panic.
She pulls the vest up a little more, looking outside of the window and recognizing absolutely nothing about it. "...Greed, what do you mean, home? Your home?? What is your home?" Her eyes go back to him, trying to make any sense out of this.
Excuse her while she holds onto the vest with tight fingers, all of her strength behind it, white knuckled, because it's the only thing she feels like she actually hang onto at the moment. In a heartbeat, in a roar, she has lost everything and she doesn't even know it.
She pulls the vest up a little more, looking outside of the window and recognizing absolutely nothing about it. "...Greed, what do you mean, home? Your home?? What is your home?" Her eyes go back to him, trying to make any sense out of this.
Excuse her while she holds onto the vest with tight fingers, all of her strength behind it, white knuckled, because it's the only thing she feels like she actually hang onto at the moment. In a heartbeat, in a roar, she has lost everything and she doesn't even know it.
Greed trolls down the alleyway of empty seats and his fingers graze each one abandoned. He leaves his glass behind - hitches it into a rounded notch made for the same purpose, before shoving both hands into his pockets. What she says is heavy, what she means is worse. The world ending -
The Sin's eyes fall heavy and his smile is forced closed. A tight line as eyebrows knit just above his shades. "Dublith. Though, I can't really tell you how much is still there and how much has changed - I've been dead for at least two years, if what the papers say is true."
Which isn't so much of a shocker as it is a bold-faced smack of reality. Greed tightens up against himself as he passes her by: he doesn't want to address the elephant in the room, but there's still another hour before they make a stop. And even then, there's other things to consider.
Like how, why, and just what sort of game Zelien's pulled this time.
One eye peels open from behind his shades. A sliver of purple masked out in opaque-black. Another flicker of light catches them, pulls black to stark-silver, and Greed whistles through his teeth. "Snake-shark-man? I already told you before, I'm a homunculus. What you're implying is something else entirely and I'm sure they wouldn't take too kindly to the name-calling. It's a little rude." The Sin lets his words fall as a finger waggles back and forth. It's easier this way. Chiding when there should be comfort. When he should be sitting her down, telling it to her straight.
He's just not entirely sure that's what he wants.
So he switches the gears; snatches a leaflet from a flip-note in the back and peels it open. "And most here? Well, they've seen a bit, but don't go dropping our little secret. Might not be the best idea."
The Sin's eyes fall heavy and his smile is forced closed. A tight line as eyebrows knit just above his shades. "Dublith. Though, I can't really tell you how much is still there and how much has changed - I've been dead for at least two years, if what the papers say is true."
Which isn't so much of a shocker as it is a bold-faced smack of reality. Greed tightens up against himself as he passes her by: he doesn't want to address the elephant in the room, but there's still another hour before they make a stop. And even then, there's other things to consider.
Like how, why, and just what sort of game Zelien's pulled this time.
One eye peels open from behind his shades. A sliver of purple masked out in opaque-black. Another flicker of light catches them, pulls black to stark-silver, and Greed whistles through his teeth. "Snake-shark-man? I already told you before, I'm a homunculus. What you're implying is something else entirely and I'm sure they wouldn't take too kindly to the name-calling. It's a little rude." The Sin lets his words fall as a finger waggles back and forth. It's easier this way. Chiding when there should be comfort. When he should be sitting her down, telling it to her straight.
He's just not entirely sure that's what he wants.
So he switches the gears; snatches a leaflet from a flip-note in the back and peels it open. "And most here? Well, they've seen a bit, but don't go dropping our little secret. Might not be the best idea."
"Dublith." A name that sounds kind of Irish but really she has no idea what or where it is. This whole train looks old but kind of posh, but at least it's just her and Greed.
His warning doesn't go over her head though. This is the kind of place where she shouldn't let people know what she is. She doubts people are called NEXTs here, as no one other than people from her world seem to know the term, but whatever they call that kind of person here, they are NEXTs in secret.
Remember that. This isn't like Zelien where it was okay to let some people know. "I won't tell anyone," she promises. Never mind that her name doesn't sound like she's from Amestris at all but from Xing.
His warning doesn't go over her head though. This is the kind of place where she shouldn't let people know what she is. She doubts people are called NEXTs here, as no one other than people from her world seem to know the term, but whatever they call that kind of person here, they are NEXTs in secret.
Remember that. This isn't like Zelien where it was okay to let some people know. "I won't tell anyone," she promises. Never mind that her name doesn't sound like she's from Amestris at all but from Xing.
"Dublith," he repeats as he thumbs through the pamphlet. It confirms his suspicions: the announcement of a new Fuhrer, the brief military doctrine highlighting the key points of The Promised Day. "The threat has been eliminated, but there's still much to do." Of course, the government had left out the fine details. About doors and the Truth. Of the former figure head's actual standing and there was nothing at all about the one who started it all:
The Dwarf in the Flask.
So Greed snaps it closed. He doesn't need to know anymore.
"Eh, hope he's still around. Little tricky here, with foreigners." Not that he didn't have a connection or two to choose from. He's just hoping that prior transgressions won't be a problem. But even if they are, he knows just how to push and prod until he gets what he wants.
And more often than not, he finds that most are willing to oblige.
Greed tosses the pamphlet back over his shoulder, letting it fall splayed-open on the floor. The binding stretches and the papers spread out like feathers off the plume of a rather eccentric bird. "Good - wouldn't want you mixing up in all that business. They may have changed, but the military's just that."
They're the military. They're the government. And Greed remembers just how ruthless the good ol'Colonel can be.
So he mindlessly places an open hand on top of Kaede's head. Gives it a ruffle before slipping away again. He takes a glance at the next cart, prying the door open again. Thankfully, he doesn't have to wait too long for another one of the workers to pass by.
The Sin dips and coils in the mouth of the frame. Sways his hips to the side and it's a fabulous show to put on his best good-graces. "Wouldn't happen to have a few left overs from the dinner rush, would you? I got a young one in the back and she hasn't been this way before." The stretch of Greed's shoulders hides most of the woman's face, but bright-green eyes peer over. As if trying to catch a little glance, though it's quick. Easily smeared away as the Sin rocks to the side and shuts off the view.
He smiles then. Charming and deadly, coy and crass. "She's a little shy, lovely," Greed voice purrs. It's hard to hide it and he really doesn't make the effort. Had he been alone, he probably would have coaxed the attendant to the back. Shot the breeze, learned her name, and find out if she was interested. But things being as they were, and with a small package in tow, the Sin shelves the idea for now. "I'm sure there's some Dublith Coddle somewhere here, right?"
"Ah - ," the woman speaks, a little off guard. She's looking at his jaws, at his sunglasses. For a moment, she seems taken back. A deer in the metaphorical headlights and it's the big-bad-wolf behind the wheel.
She collects herself respectively. Smiles and nods. "I'm sure there's a bit left. Just one?"
"Just one - and a scotch," Greed illustrates, his fingers rising off the wood frame. "On the rocks."
The woman leaves, closing the door behind her with a softer click than Greed had given it prior. The homunculus scratches at the back of his neck, then. Frowning with the opportunity lost, but it's with mild humor that his face contorts.
Ah, well.
"I hope you're up to a little bit of a walk. It's not that far, but we're a little ways from the station."
The Dwarf in the Flask.
So Greed snaps it closed. He doesn't need to know anymore.
"Eh, hope he's still around. Little tricky here, with foreigners." Not that he didn't have a connection or two to choose from. He's just hoping that prior transgressions won't be a problem. But even if they are, he knows just how to push and prod until he gets what he wants.
And more often than not, he finds that most are willing to oblige.
Greed tosses the pamphlet back over his shoulder, letting it fall splayed-open on the floor. The binding stretches and the papers spread out like feathers off the plume of a rather eccentric bird. "Good - wouldn't want you mixing up in all that business. They may have changed, but the military's just that."
They're the military. They're the government. And Greed remembers just how ruthless the good ol'Colonel can be.
So he mindlessly places an open hand on top of Kaede's head. Gives it a ruffle before slipping away again. He takes a glance at the next cart, prying the door open again. Thankfully, he doesn't have to wait too long for another one of the workers to pass by.
The Sin dips and coils in the mouth of the frame. Sways his hips to the side and it's a fabulous show to put on his best good-graces. "Wouldn't happen to have a few left overs from the dinner rush, would you? I got a young one in the back and she hasn't been this way before." The stretch of Greed's shoulders hides most of the woman's face, but bright-green eyes peer over. As if trying to catch a little glance, though it's quick. Easily smeared away as the Sin rocks to the side and shuts off the view.
He smiles then. Charming and deadly, coy and crass. "She's a little shy, lovely," Greed voice purrs. It's hard to hide it and he really doesn't make the effort. Had he been alone, he probably would have coaxed the attendant to the back. Shot the breeze, learned her name, and find out if she was interested. But things being as they were, and with a small package in tow, the Sin shelves the idea for now. "I'm sure there's some Dublith Coddle somewhere here, right?"
"Ah - ," the woman speaks, a little off guard. She's looking at his jaws, at his sunglasses. For a moment, she seems taken back. A deer in the metaphorical headlights and it's the big-bad-wolf behind the wheel.
She collects herself respectively. Smiles and nods. "I'm sure there's a bit left. Just one?"
"Just one - and a scotch," Greed illustrates, his fingers rising off the wood frame. "On the rocks."
The woman leaves, closing the door behind her with a softer click than Greed had given it prior. The homunculus scratches at the back of his neck, then. Frowning with the opportunity lost, but it's with mild humor that his face contorts.
Ah, well.
"I hope you're up to a little bit of a walk. It's not that far, but we're a little ways from the station."
Edited 2014-02-18 23:50 (UTC)
Dawn always brought one or two things. It was either the news of the day, highlighted in the next rebellion, the next uproar in a city long away. Or it was a semi-haze of quiet. As shops reopened and vendors poured onto the street to readying their wares. Today, the latter was true. The rustling of early-morning workers took to the cobblestone streets like an act well-rehearsed. Pulling carts from side-alleys, setting up ice from buckets that still smelled of yesterday.
Greed hardly ever got the chance to see it.
But he had plans - big plans.
Covetous fingers snatched an apple as he passed by. A flick of a coin behind him shut any protest that would have followed and he bent and turned. Chasing the flurry of movement with one of his own. To anyone who didn't know, he looked the part of a staggering drunk trying to find his way home. Or one of those others. That had long since lost their mind to the trails and tribulations of the day.
Neither were true.
Greed snapped at the curved side of an apple. Sliced his teeth right in and pulled. He didn't need it, not really. Not like the people around him needed it and it was more a casual luxury at best. His coat tails whipped behind him - hard leather, worn, and he sunk his head forward to peel away from the thick tangle of fur at his collar.
He had been stationed in Reole for about a week now and everything had gone to schedule. The whispers in the streets, the hushed words at the edge of ears that were just itching to pull the trigger. To hold up knives and cry, "Enough!" That hadn't been his doing, though. She had handled that all on her own.
But the bloodshed was becoming boring. The body-toll turning to nothing more than a waste. And the Avaricious felt himself gnawing at the bit more and more each day.
There was a train. One primed and ready to head south. That was his ticket and they'd never see it coming. In all of the commotion, in the fires that would follow - he would be long gone and by then, it'd be far too late for any of them to figure it out.
A grin slid up his face and Greed tossed the apple into the air. Caught it with a quick-snatch of the wrist. He passed by a beggar and dropped the rest into a tin-can.
"Thank you, kind sir. For your charity," he heard in his passing.
Greed tossed his hand over his head without a second glance. His private smile deadly and unseen. "It's not charity friend - I'm just not that good of a guy."
Greed hardly ever got the chance to see it.
But he had plans - big plans.
Covetous fingers snatched an apple as he passed by. A flick of a coin behind him shut any protest that would have followed and he bent and turned. Chasing the flurry of movement with one of his own. To anyone who didn't know, he looked the part of a staggering drunk trying to find his way home. Or one of those others. That had long since lost their mind to the trails and tribulations of the day.
Neither were true.
Greed snapped at the curved side of an apple. Sliced his teeth right in and pulled. He didn't need it, not really. Not like the people around him needed it and it was more a casual luxury at best. His coat tails whipped behind him - hard leather, worn, and he sunk his head forward to peel away from the thick tangle of fur at his collar.
He had been stationed in Reole for about a week now and everything had gone to schedule. The whispers in the streets, the hushed words at the edge of ears that were just itching to pull the trigger. To hold up knives and cry, "Enough!" That hadn't been his doing, though. She had handled that all on her own.
But the bloodshed was becoming boring. The body-toll turning to nothing more than a waste. And the Avaricious felt himself gnawing at the bit more and more each day.
There was a train. One primed and ready to head south. That was his ticket and they'd never see it coming. In all of the commotion, in the fires that would follow - he would be long gone and by then, it'd be far too late for any of them to figure it out.
A grin slid up his face and Greed tossed the apple into the air. Caught it with a quick-snatch of the wrist. He passed by a beggar and dropped the rest into a tin-can.
"Thank you, kind sir. For your charity," he heard in his passing.
Greed tossed his hand over his head without a second glance. His private smile deadly and unseen. "It's not charity friend - I'm just not that good of a guy."
Color Kaede completely confused. Half of what Greed says just now doesn't make sense and before she can even question him, giving him quite a look, he gets up and is talking to someone. So, she sneaks up and grabs the pamphlet he tossed, frowning as she reads. So, like, this place is run by the military? That sounds sort of terrifying really. Are they the enemy or do people want this?
It's more than most eleven year olds know what to deal with when it comes to politics. Still, she hears him asking about dinner and her stomach grumbles, agreeing with his idea. Huh, he doesn't have to eat? Or just doesn't want to?
So when he comes back, she gives him a look. "I can talk to people you know. In two different languages." Not particularly realizing that the tongue of her family would match with the origin of her name in this world. "What do you mean, do I mind walking? From a station?"
It's more than most eleven year olds know what to deal with when it comes to politics. Still, she hears him asking about dinner and her stomach grumbles, agreeing with his idea. Huh, he doesn't have to eat? Or just doesn't want to?
So when he comes back, she gives him a look. "I can talk to people you know. In two different languages." Not particularly realizing that the tongue of her family would match with the origin of her name in this world. "What do you mean, do I mind walking? From a station?"
I've done it enough. [It's certainly a protest, and not one that means very much without an agreed-to definition of what 'enough' is. Enough to do it now, Alec knows, even if Greed may be a little more skeptical.]
[He's certainly no maiden to see or want his virtue protected. That's hardly the point of just now.]
[But Greed has moved and for a long moment Alec's hands protest their emptiness as Alec tries to figure out why they've changed, what's Greed is trying to say about them doing it this way.]
[He starts by shifting under Greed's grinding hips, breath panting as he wraps an arm around Greed, half-clinging to him and half trying to just figure out where he should place his hands.]
[None of this is natural, but it is all exciting.]
[Alec shifts to meet Greed's lips, to nip at them with his teeth. It's as much because he feels he has to prove a point than anything else, and he doesn't want to just be a kid to Greed, wants instead to impress and please him. He wants to see that they both get their pleasure, and that Greed is satisfied with what Alec is offering him, that Alec doesn't serve as a disappointment.]
[That Greed won't regret bringing him here.]
At least I won't break the furniture under us.
[Alec's hand finds Greed's ass again, and Alec seeks him out, pushy, wanting even when he can't explain his want, when he wouldn't actually be able to break it down to anything more than this.]
[He's certainly no maiden to see or want his virtue protected. That's hardly the point of just now.]
[But Greed has moved and for a long moment Alec's hands protest their emptiness as Alec tries to figure out why they've changed, what's Greed is trying to say about them doing it this way.]
[He starts by shifting under Greed's grinding hips, breath panting as he wraps an arm around Greed, half-clinging to him and half trying to just figure out where he should place his hands.]
[None of this is natural, but it is all exciting.]
[Alec shifts to meet Greed's lips, to nip at them with his teeth. It's as much because he feels he has to prove a point than anything else, and he doesn't want to just be a kid to Greed, wants instead to impress and please him. He wants to see that they both get their pleasure, and that Greed is satisfied with what Alec is offering him, that Alec doesn't serve as a disappointment.]
[That Greed won't regret bringing him here.]
At least I won't break the furniture under us.
[Alec's hand finds Greed's ass again, and Alec seeks him out, pushy, wanting even when he can't explain his want, when he wouldn't actually be able to break it down to anything more than this.]
[ Like a marionette, her head canted to the side, eyes cold as his breath marked her like a too hot brand. A threat and a comfort. He was there, he was real, and what could they do to her? When the deadliest man in the street wrapped himself around her, they were as nothing.
But her eyes were cold even as he drank her in, watching the street. She watched how he looked, and for a moment, she considered. It would be bliss. She could fuck a man like him, because he wasn't a man at all, and wouldn't fail her like all the others did.
When on earth had her expectations from life gotten so low?] Bullshit, Greed? When have I ever pretend to be anything less than what I am?
[ Her cardinal sin, pride. Wrapped in vanity wrapped in her hunger for more. ( Always, always more. ) She might lie to others, often and as easy as breathing, but with him, she gave more than she did to most, which seemed to suit him.
When his grip lifted, she took the moment to roll her shoulders and sigh deeply. Letting him and all the complications he presented go from her mind, the half meant warnings she wanted to snap out and the welcoming murmurs she wished to give. Slipping from one mask to another in the shadows. A woman had so many that she could don them like dresses, and Elizabeth found herself with more than most. Now it was just a matter of tweaking, tugging her dress down to leave her shoulders bare. Mussing up her hair and biting her lips until they went red and kissed-bruised.
Little more than a street harlot to look at. Might of passed better for it, if her eyes were not half so much worse, all the same, it let her slip by relatively unnoticed. He was gone from her mind then, her own men to meet that she had left on watch, to talk with briefly and give instructions with what she wanted done. When and where and how. They scurried like rats to her orders. And it was only so much time before they heard what she needed. A brief nodded, and she wound her way back to Greed.
Mimicking again, and she ever did. Miming others intention, mocking almost for it. But she smiled and dipped her head, wound her arm around his. Lovers on a promenade. ]
I've a gift for you. Will you come see? [ Angels could not look so sweet. But she nodded ahead to a bar, that seemed mostly empty but for a flickering candle through a grubby window frame.
( And this, was her favourite game. ) ]
But her eyes were cold even as he drank her in, watching the street. She watched how he looked, and for a moment, she considered. It would be bliss. She could fuck a man like him, because he wasn't a man at all, and wouldn't fail her like all the others did.
When on earth had her expectations from life gotten so low?] Bullshit, Greed? When have I ever pretend to be anything less than what I am?
[ Her cardinal sin, pride. Wrapped in vanity wrapped in her hunger for more. ( Always, always more. ) She might lie to others, often and as easy as breathing, but with him, she gave more than she did to most, which seemed to suit him.
When his grip lifted, she took the moment to roll her shoulders and sigh deeply. Letting him and all the complications he presented go from her mind, the half meant warnings she wanted to snap out and the welcoming murmurs she wished to give. Slipping from one mask to another in the shadows. A woman had so many that she could don them like dresses, and Elizabeth found herself with more than most. Now it was just a matter of tweaking, tugging her dress down to leave her shoulders bare. Mussing up her hair and biting her lips until they went red and kissed-bruised.
Little more than a street harlot to look at. Might of passed better for it, if her eyes were not half so much worse, all the same, it let her slip by relatively unnoticed. He was gone from her mind then, her own men to meet that she had left on watch, to talk with briefly and give instructions with what she wanted done. When and where and how. They scurried like rats to her orders. And it was only so much time before they heard what she needed. A brief nodded, and she wound her way back to Greed.
Mimicking again, and she ever did. Miming others intention, mocking almost for it. But she smiled and dipped her head, wound her arm around his. Lovers on a promenade. ]
I've a gift for you. Will you come see? [ Angels could not look so sweet. But she nodded ahead to a bar, that seemed mostly empty but for a flickering candle through a grubby window frame.
( And this, was her favourite game. ) ]
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