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"Uh, right." Kaede, however, even if the heavier Greed is on it currently, doesn't entirely trust that ladder. She makes a bit of a face before she spots the first set of claw marks, her brows shooting up at that. This place is totally creepy... she murmurs in her own mind, feeling highly dubious about the whole situation.
Still, with no where else to go, no one else to turn to, she makes even more of a face as she wraps her hand around the bar. Ew. She follows after him though, wishing she felt better about any of this that he was taking her into. What if someone's hidden inside or something!?
Still, with no where else to go, no one else to turn to, she makes even more of a face as she wraps her hand around the bar. Ew. She follows after him though, wishing she felt better about any of this that he was taking her into. What if someone's hidden inside or something!?
Up the rungs is a hatch and Greed makes easy shoving it aside. A cloud of dust follows when the wood crashes with the opposing floor above and the Sin climbs up. It's darker inside and the dim light from the street-corner makes monsters out of the shadows. Casting the entire place in an eerie blue more suited for someone's vacant sense of a nightmare.
Greed's heels knock hollow as he slithers inside and a few bullet casings roll away from his feet. Half the bar's torn up; splintered and brittle with cob-webs drawings lines across it. Above them, a lamp sways in a light breeze coming from a window. But other than that? It's quiet. Dead like a graveyard and Greed doesn't make a sound.
It's been a long time.
He stops just outside the hatch, reaching his hand inside to help her. Hopefully, they can skip the twenty questions for now. This isn't exactly where he wanted to bring her, but with little options, it seems the best choice.
Greed's heels knock hollow as he slithers inside and a few bullet casings roll away from his feet. Half the bar's torn up; splintered and brittle with cob-webs drawings lines across it. Above them, a lamp sways in a light breeze coming from a window. But other than that? It's quiet. Dead like a graveyard and Greed doesn't make a sound.
It's been a long time.
He stops just outside the hatch, reaching his hand inside to help her. Hopefully, they can skip the twenty questions for now. This isn't exactly where he wanted to bring her, but with little options, it seems the best choice.
When Kaede takes the hang and gets hauled up the last few rungs, she ends up just kind of standing and looking around the place with a mix of confusion, disgust, and fear. What happened here? It looks like this place had been broken apart from the inside and there is a terrible silence that fills it. Why are they here? Why not someplace with light and life?
"..." It's clear from her changing expression she wants to say something, but really, she doesn't know what. There's still a state of numbness that comes from too many shocks, one after another, in the last hour.
She wants to go home. She wants her dad and Barnaby and Ivan.
"..." It's clear from her changing expression she wants to say something, but really, she doesn't know what. There's still a state of numbness that comes from too many shocks, one after another, in the last hour.
She wants to go home. She wants her dad and Barnaby and Ivan.
[Alec doesn't like pain, can't take it (even when he inflicts it on himself), but Greed's nails on his skin aren't really painful, and it sparks a different kind of sensation through him.]
[Like saying something, coming to an agreement, and Alec's big on communication.]
[Alec takes the cigarette, and he knows enough about the idea to not breathe it wrong, but it still makes him cough, and he makes a face at the taste, at the heaviness of what he's inhaled.]
[Then again, that Greed has poor taste is something that's already been evidenced, because he's chosen to have Alec in his bed, after all, and while the man is arrogant, he knows that he's so without cause.]
[That he's done nothing to make Greed want him besides to be difficult, and to want it himself.]
You like me this way. [Because if Greed likes Alec at all it has to be this way, because Alec isn't capable of being anything else, can't do away with his own sharp edges or attitude. Hasn't become any softer since he settled in this bed.]
[Still, Alec doesn't scream when he's bitten, just wills his body to relax and it turns out not to be the sort of thing that he has to focus on, it's just the sort of thing that happens, like the way that Alec's body orients itself to Greed's.]
Trying to claim me? [As soon as he says it it's clear exactly how ridiculous of an idea that is, that it won't ever be the case. That Greed might be thinking of it that way anyway, and Alec feels nothing at that but amusement, and a low burn of pleasure, in the pit of his stomach.]
[Like saying something, coming to an agreement, and Alec's big on communication.]
[Alec takes the cigarette, and he knows enough about the idea to not breathe it wrong, but it still makes him cough, and he makes a face at the taste, at the heaviness of what he's inhaled.]
[Then again, that Greed has poor taste is something that's already been evidenced, because he's chosen to have Alec in his bed, after all, and while the man is arrogant, he knows that he's so without cause.]
[That he's done nothing to make Greed want him besides to be difficult, and to want it himself.]
You like me this way. [Because if Greed likes Alec at all it has to be this way, because Alec isn't capable of being anything else, can't do away with his own sharp edges or attitude. Hasn't become any softer since he settled in this bed.]
[Still, Alec doesn't scream when he's bitten, just wills his body to relax and it turns out not to be the sort of thing that he has to focus on, it's just the sort of thing that happens, like the way that Alec's body orients itself to Greed's.]
Trying to claim me? [As soon as he says it it's clear exactly how ridiculous of an idea that is, that it won't ever be the case. That Greed might be thinking of it that way anyway, and Alec feels nothing at that but amusement, and a low burn of pleasure, in the pit of his stomach.]
[He doesn't need words; it wouldn't get through anyway. Alec's stubborn. Too quick to shield up his defenses and it's a tough shell to crack. So Greed turns to the usual(s); to a language he understands and his nails slip away from his rib cage, moving down to rake nails up a thigh. To smooth a thumb against a protruding hip. He can hear the other hitch a breath when he bites and the Sin's laughter is muffled against Alec's skin. Forming with heat that puffs out like a breath in the dead of winter. It's warm, hot; toxic and noxious.]
[Just like its owner.]
[He doesn't stay, doesn't pause. Not for a beat and his hand slips between his own-spread thighs to cup Alec between his. For a moment, he merely holds the tips of his nails there. Tracing outlines against a cock, humming softer as he does so. It's easier this way. Without words, without the need to chase every bold-spat answer with a quip of his own.]
[Greed releases his teeth. Pulling back as his thighs sink to either side of Alec and his eyes are alight. Pupils thinned, grin wide. He rocks back onto the balls of his feet, shoving in deeper. It's then that he takes Alec in the palm of his hand. Wrapping finger after finger around his length and tugging in rhythm with the slow-roll buck of his hip.]
Maybe. But you already know it's too late for that, right? [One eye narrows and it's a sneer he's sporting. Sharp and deadly. Alec knows - he has to. He's already been claimed. Marked and treated as one of his own.]
[And he wouldn't really have it any other way.]
[Just like its owner.]
[He doesn't stay, doesn't pause. Not for a beat and his hand slips between his own-spread thighs to cup Alec between his. For a moment, he merely holds the tips of his nails there. Tracing outlines against a cock, humming softer as he does so. It's easier this way. Without words, without the need to chase every bold-spat answer with a quip of his own.]
[Greed releases his teeth. Pulling back as his thighs sink to either side of Alec and his eyes are alight. Pupils thinned, grin wide. He rocks back onto the balls of his feet, shoving in deeper. It's then that he takes Alec in the palm of his hand. Wrapping finger after finger around his length and tugging in rhythm with the slow-roll buck of his hip.]
Maybe. But you already know it's too late for that, right? [One eye narrows and it's a sneer he's sporting. Sharp and deadly. Alec knows - he has to. He's already been claimed. Marked and treated as one of his own.]
[And he wouldn't really have it any other way.]
She's too quiet and it makes him a bit bitter. Not because of her, but because of what it all means. The loss of having, the act of stealing. It's in every jagged crack of wood, every broken window. Glass that dots the floor in sharp shards and each one tells a story. This place has seen its hardships and it seems like it wasn't at all intended.
Greed runs his fingers across the banister. It's familiar and broken. And like a toy found on the side of the road, it births a sense of nostalgia. A gut-twisting sort of expression that makes the insides tumble. Greed doesn't know it, doesn't really get it. But oh, does he feel it.
"It was a long time ago," he says flippantly. As he flings out his hand and offers her a shrug from the back. It doesn't matter anymore. Not when she's been dragged hallway to the pit and back with little more to spare. She's missing what makes her her. All safety blankets ripped right off and it's just the bitter cold to keep her company.
"Besides, the rumors would be enough to keep anyone out." The Sin turns over to look at her. "Oi, oi, oi.."
Kaede looks defeated. Damaged and broken with her choked-still silence. Greed swipes his hands back to his pockets as he walks towards her. Hunched over, bringing his shoulders raising. The red notches on his body stretch when his muscles tense. "It isn't all that bad, you know."
Greed runs his fingers across the banister. It's familiar and broken. And like a toy found on the side of the road, it births a sense of nostalgia. A gut-twisting sort of expression that makes the insides tumble. Greed doesn't know it, doesn't really get it. But oh, does he feel it.
"It was a long time ago," he says flippantly. As he flings out his hand and offers her a shrug from the back. It doesn't matter anymore. Not when she's been dragged hallway to the pit and back with little more to spare. She's missing what makes her her. All safety blankets ripped right off and it's just the bitter cold to keep her company.
"Besides, the rumors would be enough to keep anyone out." The Sin turns over to look at her. "Oi, oi, oi.."
Kaede looks defeated. Damaged and broken with her choked-still silence. Greed swipes his hands back to his pockets as he walks towards her. Hunched over, bringing his shoulders raising. The red notches on his body stretch when his muscles tense. "It isn't all that bad, you know."
"I... I want my dad," Kaede whispers, curling her arms around herself. She's somewhere she doesn't know, people who would want to hurt her out there, still thinking this is something from COMPASS. She looks back and up at Greed, scared and uncertain. "What do we do? Now we're here, but what do we do?"
She looks around the broken room and fights hard not to let any tears fall. She's been through a lot in her life, but this is pushing her. "...I don't know what to do except find him and the others when we can."
She looks around the broken room and fights hard not to let any tears fall. She's been through a lot in her life, but this is pushing her. "...I don't know what to do except find him and the others when we can."
[Words might not work on Alec, but he's addicted to them anyway, to the way his mouth moves as he shapes them and to the sound that they make coming out. Most of the time it doesn't even matter what they are -- except when he's trying to provoke, to use them like weapons -- only that they exist in the first place.]
[It's harder to respond to silence, but not impossible, but still Alec lets Greed have his moments until he responds, Alec lets himself focus on the physical sensation and the pleasure of having Greed cater to him in this manner.]
I know that you want everything and that you're incapable of telling the difference between what you are and aren't capable of keeping.
[It's purred in his low tone of voice, because Greed can have whatever claim he wants, but Alec's got plenty of free will left over, and he's going to exercise it just to prove he can.]
I know that this is convenient and it's just gotten more so.
[As if his pleasure is only that, but it's easier to say that than to admit even to himself that he's vulnerable.]
[It's harder to respond to silence, but not impossible, but still Alec lets Greed have his moments until he responds, Alec lets himself focus on the physical sensation and the pleasure of having Greed cater to him in this manner.]
I know that you want everything and that you're incapable of telling the difference between what you are and aren't capable of keeping.
[It's purred in his low tone of voice, because Greed can have whatever claim he wants, but Alec's got plenty of free will left over, and he's going to exercise it just to prove he can.]
I know that this is convenient and it's just gotten more so.
[As if his pleasure is only that, but it's easier to say that than to admit even to himself that he's vulnerable.]
"We stay here for now and work it out. It's not like we'll be leaving anytime soon." The 'Void travels tend to last a few days, at best. At worse, it's longer. And even more, Greed highly doubts it's the same kind of thing. The campus and everything in it had been swallowed up as soon as Zelien started breaking apart at the seams. While it isn't impossible and nothing is, the cards seem to point in the direction of unlikely.
It's hardly the kind of news that's easy to break.
But Greed can see it in her eyes; humans are easier to read. Plain, simple: emotion practically exposed with each tear she holds back; she knows. Somewhere deep down that this isn't at all right, that something's terribly wrong. So he places a hand on the top of her head, hitching his fingers in slightly to graze a scalp. "Remember what I told you before - there's no such thing as no such thing. More than likely, they're around. Somewhere."
Where being the opportune word of the evening. They could be anywhere, anytime. The fact that the two of them even made it to the same place is against the odds. But sometimes, fate has a funny way of playing to his favor.
"No point in it now, so what'll it be? Going to stay here, or are you going to try to do this on your own? You don't know this place very well and there's certain things you should know," the Sin hums, slowly slipping his fingertips from the nest of her hair. "-it's your choice. Whatever you want."
But he does crouch down to meet her at eye level. He's not a comfort - he knows that too well. He can't give her the same solace a parent can and he certainly just isn't the sort. But -
- but it isn't like he hasn't had to break people out of their shells before. "Why don't you stay and work for me? At least, until this all gets settled out. Then you can decide what you really want to do."
It's hardly the kind of news that's easy to break.
But Greed can see it in her eyes; humans are easier to read. Plain, simple: emotion practically exposed with each tear she holds back; she knows. Somewhere deep down that this isn't at all right, that something's terribly wrong. So he places a hand on the top of her head, hitching his fingers in slightly to graze a scalp. "Remember what I told you before - there's no such thing as no such thing. More than likely, they're around. Somewhere."
Where being the opportune word of the evening. They could be anywhere, anytime. The fact that the two of them even made it to the same place is against the odds. But sometimes, fate has a funny way of playing to his favor.
"No point in it now, so what'll it be? Going to stay here, or are you going to try to do this on your own? You don't know this place very well and there's certain things you should know," the Sin hums, slowly slipping his fingertips from the nest of her hair. "-it's your choice. Whatever you want."
But he does crouch down to meet her at eye level. He's not a comfort - he knows that too well. He can't give her the same solace a parent can and he certainly just isn't the sort. But -
- but it isn't like he hasn't had to break people out of their shells before. "Why don't you stay and work for me? At least, until this all gets settled out. Then you can decide what you really want to do."
"Work... Work for you?!" Her voice cracks before she lets out a sob, one she doesn't want to let out. She turns away from Greed, hugging herself to contain anything else from escaping. She's getting more frightened as time goes on, but she has no where else to go. She doesn't know where she is and what if he's right, that there's people who would hurt her for what she is? But she doesn't have to tell them...
But Greed hasn't hurt her in the past, and does seem like he's trying to help now. She can't be mad at him or scared of him, just the situation. "...will you help me find them if I stay here?" She looks back at him, wetness in her eyes but she's stubbornly not letting them fall, trying to be strong. The others have to be out there, somewhere.
But Greed hasn't hurt her in the past, and does seem like he's trying to help now. She can't be mad at him or scared of him, just the situation. "...will you help me find them if I stay here?" She looks back at him, wetness in her eyes but she's stubbornly not letting them fall, trying to be strong. The others have to be out there, somewhere.
“You have the oddest tastes in clothing.” Came her voice from the bathroom. It’s a teasing tone, one she’s grown more than comfortable using with him over the months. He, strangely enough, had become her comfort and a stability in her life that she had never expected. They were such opposites on so many levels that everything somehow managed to balance, and after a while, Velma simply ceased attempting to find the logic in them.
Not when she was having such a damn good time of herself.
Normally, she wouldn’t have had the confidence to indulge such attire, but that was before, when her self confidence in that arena left much to be desired. Now, her confidence was no longer an issue. Greed had personally seen to that with surprising patience. Greed was also the reason she was slipping on that particular dress and boots, and despite the fact that she wore them entirely for his benefit, to indulge his tastes, Velma felt a flushed thrill roll through her. He had the tendency to bring out this sexier side of her more and more as of late, but she never even thought to complain.
The door to the bathroom creaked open and she stepped out, arm holding the front of the dress in place as she turned around. The zipper was open, exposing the bare skin of her back in a coy sort of triangle, pointing south toward the curve of her rear. With a sultry look she had long since perfected on him, Velma glanced over her shoulder to him, eyes slightly lidded to play into the part.
“Can you help with my zipper?” The question was soft, almost innocent sounding at how she asked it. Who knew she could still do innocent after all this time?
Not when she was having such a damn good time of herself.
Normally, she wouldn’t have had the confidence to indulge such attire, but that was before, when her self confidence in that arena left much to be desired. Now, her confidence was no longer an issue. Greed had personally seen to that with surprising patience. Greed was also the reason she was slipping on that particular dress and boots, and despite the fact that she wore them entirely for his benefit, to indulge his tastes, Velma felt a flushed thrill roll through her. He had the tendency to bring out this sexier side of her more and more as of late, but she never even thought to complain.
The door to the bathroom creaked open and she stepped out, arm holding the front of the dress in place as she turned around. The zipper was open, exposing the bare skin of her back in a coy sort of triangle, pointing south toward the curve of her rear. With a sultry look she had long since perfected on him, Velma glanced over her shoulder to him, eyes slightly lidded to play into the part.
“Can you help with my zipper?” The question was soft, almost innocent sounding at how she asked it. Who knew she could still do innocent after all this time?
He hadn't really asked as much as he had coaxed. With the coil of a finger and a smile: "Why don't you give it a try." Velma had become sort of a staple-visitor. Dropping in when he least expected and she appeared more often. When the initial ice-breaker was over and after a while, Greed considered her a regular. Always a bit awkward, but even that had faded a bit over time.
Women weren't in low-demand and he had plenty to call. But those who stuck around where always his favorite and while Greed was known for his less-than-favorable bed-side manners, there were a few rules. His hand had never been raised to a women and never would be, for starters. And secondly, he always did remember a face, even if the name wasn't entirely clear.
Velma, though - she was different. Like those he had taken under his wing; familiar, a friendly face. When she had asked for him, he came. Without questions or much conversation. Just there suddenly, making himself quite at home.
So when the door opened, Greed was half-saddled into the crook of the adjacent-room frame. Wrist nudged to wood and his hip was checked into a sharp corner. He turned his head over his shoulder when the orange-hum from the bathroom made a sharp edge of light flicker through the dark. For a moment, there was a brief tick of surprise; making his eyebrows raise and his lips fall around a half-burnt cigarette.
But that's all it was: brief.
His jaws spread. Fanning his unsavory dentistry around the butt-end of his smoke as he pried it out of his jaws. It found a home between his thick knuckles, still puffing out gray-blue plumes as he jolted off his perch. To say the sight was a surprise was dull at best. The smoothness of her skin against the inky-black tide of her dress made his eyes flick. Hooded with a need that practically invaded every action he made. The Sin pressed the cigarette against the pad of his finger and ash spat back. Until a quick-flash of red mended the wound and he slipped the extinguished cigarette into his back pocket.
"Oh-?" Greed clacked forward and his body swayed. Sauntered as he took up a purposely-slow stride. The glow from the bathroom touched his sunglasses, making them flicker in the dark. Like a candle on the low-burn and he slipped the tip of his nail into the hook of the zipper. "What's the occasion, lovely?" He asked, as he coiled around her back. Practically pressing up against her and his other hand framed out her side, her hip. Followed her curves without touching; keeping his distance, but still communicating with a silent kind of gesture.
"You usually don't do this sort of thing - it's new for you." Greed pulled the zipper up slowly. Listened as metal clinked together and his nose brushed the nape of her neck. She smelled different than before; soap instead of laboratory chemicals. A perfume instead of the dusty remnants of old library books.
Something had changed. He just wasn't sure if he was to blame or if it was something else entirely. "So what's the occasion? We going somewhere I should know about?"
Women weren't in low-demand and he had plenty to call. But those who stuck around where always his favorite and while Greed was known for his less-than-favorable bed-side manners, there were a few rules. His hand had never been raised to a women and never would be, for starters. And secondly, he always did remember a face, even if the name wasn't entirely clear.
Velma, though - she was different. Like those he had taken under his wing; familiar, a friendly face. When she had asked for him, he came. Without questions or much conversation. Just there suddenly, making himself quite at home.
So when the door opened, Greed was half-saddled into the crook of the adjacent-room frame. Wrist nudged to wood and his hip was checked into a sharp corner. He turned his head over his shoulder when the orange-hum from the bathroom made a sharp edge of light flicker through the dark. For a moment, there was a brief tick of surprise; making his eyebrows raise and his lips fall around a half-burnt cigarette.
But that's all it was: brief.
His jaws spread. Fanning his unsavory dentistry around the butt-end of his smoke as he pried it out of his jaws. It found a home between his thick knuckles, still puffing out gray-blue plumes as he jolted off his perch. To say the sight was a surprise was dull at best. The smoothness of her skin against the inky-black tide of her dress made his eyes flick. Hooded with a need that practically invaded every action he made. The Sin pressed the cigarette against the pad of his finger and ash spat back. Until a quick-flash of red mended the wound and he slipped the extinguished cigarette into his back pocket.
"Oh-?" Greed clacked forward and his body swayed. Sauntered as he took up a purposely-slow stride. The glow from the bathroom touched his sunglasses, making them flicker in the dark. Like a candle on the low-burn and he slipped the tip of his nail into the hook of the zipper. "What's the occasion, lovely?" He asked, as he coiled around her back. Practically pressing up against her and his other hand framed out her side, her hip. Followed her curves without touching; keeping his distance, but still communicating with a silent kind of gesture.
"You usually don't do this sort of thing - it's new for you." Greed pulled the zipper up slowly. Listened as metal clinked together and his nose brushed the nape of her neck. She smelled different than before; soap instead of laboratory chemicals. A perfume instead of the dusty remnants of old library books.
Something had changed. He just wasn't sure if he was to blame or if it was something else entirely. "So what's the occasion? We going somewhere I should know about?"
Velma had been keeping an eye out for that briefness, as it were, finding a certain twist of joy in still being able to surprise someone as old as him. A devious sort of streak in her that he had nurtured and brought just a shave closer to the surface.
His need reflected back to him in the curve of her hips and quickening of her breath. The desire curled in her eyes, behind a sort of curiosity and sharpness that took over when she was observing the details of a situation, often times memorizing them with a practiced ease.
The intentionally languid pace simply gave her more time to watch and wait, no doubt his end goal. Not that she would complain, her gaze marauding over the now familiar form, lean with muscle and long with height. He towered over her, projecting a strength and cockiness that she knew was justified in most areas.
One arm holding the front of her dress in place, the other reached back and up to carefully tug off his sunglasses. His eyes, often predatory in nature, fascinated her with their intensity, and burned her with heat when she became the focus of those eyes. From the inside out the heat continued to build.
"No occasion," she finally breathed, voice low and riddled with the sultry edge of seduction. Her back arched as he tugged the zipper skyward, the tip of his nail tickling a trail along the line of her spine the entire way.
Wanting nothing more than to lean back against him, Velma fought the urge and remained relatively still. As difficult as it was to keep from giving into his touch, the results of the slow burn teases increased the intensity of the pleasure during their time together, and at the end. Each and every one of them.
Absently, she tilted her head ever so slightly to allow him better access, encouraging him wordlessly as they had a polite discussion over the veritable powder keg of lust forming between them. "You bought yourself a gift," she explained, letting him know she used his card to purchase such an outfit. "I thought it'd be your style."
His question brought a little smile to her lips that danced through her eyes. Going somewhere. Velma had a feeling that they wouldn't have made it out of the apartment even if she had set up plans. "Do you want to go somewhere?"
His need reflected back to him in the curve of her hips and quickening of her breath. The desire curled in her eyes, behind a sort of curiosity and sharpness that took over when she was observing the details of a situation, often times memorizing them with a practiced ease.
The intentionally languid pace simply gave her more time to watch and wait, no doubt his end goal. Not that she would complain, her gaze marauding over the now familiar form, lean with muscle and long with height. He towered over her, projecting a strength and cockiness that she knew was justified in most areas.
One arm holding the front of her dress in place, the other reached back and up to carefully tug off his sunglasses. His eyes, often predatory in nature, fascinated her with their intensity, and burned her with heat when she became the focus of those eyes. From the inside out the heat continued to build.
"No occasion," she finally breathed, voice low and riddled with the sultry edge of seduction. Her back arched as he tugged the zipper skyward, the tip of his nail tickling a trail along the line of her spine the entire way.
Wanting nothing more than to lean back against him, Velma fought the urge and remained relatively still. As difficult as it was to keep from giving into his touch, the results of the slow burn teases increased the intensity of the pleasure during their time together, and at the end. Each and every one of them.
Absently, she tilted her head ever so slightly to allow him better access, encouraging him wordlessly as they had a polite discussion over the veritable powder keg of lust forming between them. "You bought yourself a gift," she explained, letting him know she used his card to purchase such an outfit. "I thought it'd be your style."
His question brought a little smile to her lips that danced through her eyes. Going somewhere. Velma had a feeling that they wouldn't have made it out of the apartment even if she had set up plans. "Do you want to go somewhere?"
The sunglasses came from his face with ease. As simple as pulling a glove from the smooth fingers of a well-polished lady. But he was neither; rough around the edges, sharp with all his points. Those eyes of his were half-hooded when she stole the pair from him, but Greed didn't protest. Instead, he flicked his gaze to the reflecting objects around them: the window just out of view, the obscured sliver of a bathroom mirror. In the dark, those purple eyes of his practically hummed with a glow. As they stole light and swallowed it whole.
"Did I now," Greed stopped mid-way up her back with the zipper. Touching his knuckle to her spine as a tense shrill sounded in the air. Behind her, the hand at her side licked black and the Sin urged his 'Shield up with an elongated-pause. Let it slither as it traced jagged lines across his skin. "-didn't realize. Must have slipped my mind."
Talons slipped down. Trailing to where the dress ended and the back of her thigh began. He pressed them against the flesh, slowly dragging them up to mark small lines across her skin. Not enough to scratch, but to tease. To remind her just what sort of monsters were really lurking in the dark.
"Not really." The dress hitched up a bit. Climbing as he explored with those chilled-carbon claws. Tapping to map out her thigh blindly; he was too busy watching her. Chasing each reflection as she moved. When her breathed hitched just a bit and her pulse ran hard enough for him to catch.
Greed rolled his foot up against her own. Shoving the heel of his boot down to slowly pivot the rest to follow. This close, he could feel it - every little twitch of movement that beckoned him to follow. And follow he did. Tilting his head in as her necked swayed away and his breath was warm against her skin. Perhaps a little too warm.
A telling sign of his own making.
"Not unless you've got other plans. Wouldn't want to keep a gal from getting what she wants, after all." The Sin coiled his claws inward, prodding just at the base of her thigh with the edge of a joint. "Though that wouldn't exactly be very nice of you would it?"
"Did I now," Greed stopped mid-way up her back with the zipper. Touching his knuckle to her spine as a tense shrill sounded in the air. Behind her, the hand at her side licked black and the Sin urged his 'Shield up with an elongated-pause. Let it slither as it traced jagged lines across his skin. "-didn't realize. Must have slipped my mind."
Talons slipped down. Trailing to where the dress ended and the back of her thigh began. He pressed them against the flesh, slowly dragging them up to mark small lines across her skin. Not enough to scratch, but to tease. To remind her just what sort of monsters were really lurking in the dark.
"Not really." The dress hitched up a bit. Climbing as he explored with those chilled-carbon claws. Tapping to map out her thigh blindly; he was too busy watching her. Chasing each reflection as she moved. When her breathed hitched just a bit and her pulse ran hard enough for him to catch.
Greed rolled his foot up against her own. Shoving the heel of his boot down to slowly pivot the rest to follow. This close, he could feel it - every little twitch of movement that beckoned him to follow. And follow he did. Tilting his head in as her necked swayed away and his breath was warm against her skin. Perhaps a little too warm.
A telling sign of his own making.
"Not unless you've got other plans. Wouldn't want to keep a gal from getting what she wants, after all." The Sin coiled his claws inward, prodding just at the base of her thigh with the edge of a joint. "Though that wouldn't exactly be very nice of you would it?"
Her own, plainer by comparison, hazel eyes watched his as she deftly folded the glasses with one hand, setting them on the nearby surface of a bookshelf. Without realizing it, the tip of her tongue slipped out to wet her lips even as she held hard against the urge to close the distance between them. To catch his lips with hers in earnest.
"Mhmm," she agreed, body shuddering against the first, simple contact of skin against skin. The first of many, she anticipated with the ghost of a self-satisfied smirk.
The sight of his talons moving southward, caused a shiver of anticipation. A gasp followed, blooming into a soft moan barely escaping her parted lips, her eyes fluttering closed so she can focus on what he was doing to her. Unless he wanted her to watch him. A gentle reminder would suffice if that were the case.
Her ass followed the upward motion of his claws, tilting up as if to escape to tortuously delicious chills. The hitching fabric reveals bare skin and naught else, another foresight of Velma's as she had changed. Further exploration would reveal just how excited she felt, not that he couldn't already observe that.
The more he teased, the more she squirmed beneath him, a hand reaching out to blindly grasp for some sort of hand hold to support her in case her legs gave out as they were threatening. Her breath sometimes came in irregular pulls that she tried to hold even, but he knew all her buttons, even if he was only blindly pushing them at the moment.
A soft variety of pleasurable noises continued to escape her despite her best efforts, urging him closer. Urging him further. The heat of his breath against the sensitive nook of her neck almost shattered all sense of reasonable restraint, but practice had stiffened her ability to tolerate more of his torments. Velma had always been an excellent student, after all.
She swallowed at his words and the breath that followed, familiar and rough from the recent smoke, an acquired taste that she had strangely grown to crave. Even if she did dislike his penchant for the habit.
The prod of his finger caused her knees to weaken as she cried out with a gasp. There's no pain in her voice, simply surprise that shifted to join the tangible accumulation of desire within the room. He was a monster, and she couldn't help but adore him for it.
Words. He wanted her to form words into sentences after one hand of his went on leisure tour of her thigh? Cruel indeed. Instead, she gave in and pressed herself back against him in a solid movement, groaning through gritted teeth. "Since when do you play nice, my Avarice?"
Not exactly a direct answer, but close enough.
"Mhmm," she agreed, body shuddering against the first, simple contact of skin against skin. The first of many, she anticipated with the ghost of a self-satisfied smirk.
The sight of his talons moving southward, caused a shiver of anticipation. A gasp followed, blooming into a soft moan barely escaping her parted lips, her eyes fluttering closed so she can focus on what he was doing to her. Unless he wanted her to watch him. A gentle reminder would suffice if that were the case.
Her ass followed the upward motion of his claws, tilting up as if to escape to tortuously delicious chills. The hitching fabric reveals bare skin and naught else, another foresight of Velma's as she had changed. Further exploration would reveal just how excited she felt, not that he couldn't already observe that.
The more he teased, the more she squirmed beneath him, a hand reaching out to blindly grasp for some sort of hand hold to support her in case her legs gave out as they were threatening. Her breath sometimes came in irregular pulls that she tried to hold even, but he knew all her buttons, even if he was only blindly pushing them at the moment.
A soft variety of pleasurable noises continued to escape her despite her best efforts, urging him closer. Urging him further. The heat of his breath against the sensitive nook of her neck almost shattered all sense of reasonable restraint, but practice had stiffened her ability to tolerate more of his torments. Velma had always been an excellent student, after all.
She swallowed at his words and the breath that followed, familiar and rough from the recent smoke, an acquired taste that she had strangely grown to crave. Even if she did dislike his penchant for the habit.
The prod of his finger caused her knees to weaken as she cried out with a gasp. There's no pain in her voice, simply surprise that shifted to join the tangible accumulation of desire within the room. He was a monster, and she couldn't help but adore him for it.
Words. He wanted her to form words into sentences after one hand of his went on leisure tour of her thigh? Cruel indeed. Instead, she gave in and pressed herself back against him in a solid movement, groaning through gritted teeth. "Since when do you play nice, my Avarice?"
Not exactly a direct answer, but close enough.
Greed smiled against the back of her neck. He kept his nose pressed to her skin, even as the rest of his body melted with her back. The gentle prod of a hip-bone knocking to the curve of her spine and the Sin feathered the smooth-side of his nails against her ass. Fanning the collection as he examined with a quick-flick glance.
"Ha -! I never do - fair, sure. But nice? I'm just not that kind of guy. I'm selfish, remember?" He slid a talon between her thighs, hooking it at the band of her underwear playfully. "You should know me a bit better than that."
She knew. And the pet name was just a cute little insult proving their history. Nothing he took offense at; it was hard to do so anyway.
She squirmed and he chased her. Rocking to the left when she tried to find her balance; shifting to the right when he prodded her in the direction. Greed opened his jaws, humming against her skin. Pricking the edges of his teeth as he rolled his hips against her backside before he stilled there.
"But this - seems I owe you, don't I?" The Sin moved his head to whisper against the shell of her ear. As his other hand, the one not preoccupied with the cotton-lining of her underwear, smoothed down the front of her thigh. Rutting fabric, making it wave and fish-tail between his fingers. "After all, I've always counted myself as fair."
There was a snap. As the toyed-band gave way to the acute hook of his talon. Cotton splintered and the threads twisted; frayed as he pulled the would-be weapon through. "You're just full of surprises though." The lines on his chest were hot to the touch; his own rotten core telling him where to go, what to do.
And what to rightfully take.
But while he was forceful in other aspects, Greed was gentle here. While he let his claws skip across the trail of her skin, mapping out the direction to where the fabric clung to the other side of her hip. It didn't last; sliced just as quick and he caught the edge between the points of his nails.
"Why don't you tell me everything you want." He was moving away. As both knees knocked out in opposite directions to make him fall against her back. His mouth whispered at her spine, trailing as he spoke. Down, down, down - until he had the offending shreds of a garment in his teeth. Pulling it free with a chase nip at the back of her thigh.
It was discarded a moment later. Falling away when he clicked his fingers together and a hand wrapped around her hip. Anchoring him to her, lifting him back to the comfort of her curves. But not before he gave a little snap at her rear - a vicious sort of gesture, but it was only that - a gesture to keep her guessing. To question where he would be next as the fabric of her dress was released, letting it fall back to a wafting-rest.
"And I'll be sure to return the favor."
"Ha -! I never do - fair, sure. But nice? I'm just not that kind of guy. I'm selfish, remember?" He slid a talon between her thighs, hooking it at the band of her underwear playfully. "You should know me a bit better than that."
She knew. And the pet name was just a cute little insult proving their history. Nothing he took offense at; it was hard to do so anyway.
She squirmed and he chased her. Rocking to the left when she tried to find her balance; shifting to the right when he prodded her in the direction. Greed opened his jaws, humming against her skin. Pricking the edges of his teeth as he rolled his hips against her backside before he stilled there.
"But this - seems I owe you, don't I?" The Sin moved his head to whisper against the shell of her ear. As his other hand, the one not preoccupied with the cotton-lining of her underwear, smoothed down the front of her thigh. Rutting fabric, making it wave and fish-tail between his fingers. "After all, I've always counted myself as fair."
There was a snap. As the toyed-band gave way to the acute hook of his talon. Cotton splintered and the threads twisted; frayed as he pulled the would-be weapon through. "You're just full of surprises though." The lines on his chest were hot to the touch; his own rotten core telling him where to go, what to do.
And what to rightfully take.
But while he was forceful in other aspects, Greed was gentle here. While he let his claws skip across the trail of her skin, mapping out the direction to where the fabric clung to the other side of her hip. It didn't last; sliced just as quick and he caught the edge between the points of his nails.
"Why don't you tell me everything you want." He was moving away. As both knees knocked out in opposite directions to make him fall against her back. His mouth whispered at her spine, trailing as he spoke. Down, down, down - until he had the offending shreds of a garment in his teeth. Pulling it free with a chase nip at the back of her thigh.
It was discarded a moment later. Falling away when he clicked his fingers together and a hand wrapped around her hip. Anchoring him to her, lifting him back to the comfort of her curves. But not before he gave a little snap at her rear - a vicious sort of gesture, but it was only that - a gesture to keep her guessing. To question where he would be next as the fabric of her dress was released, letting it fall back to a wafting-rest.
"And I'll be sure to return the favor."
"Oi, oi, oi .. calm down."
Dipped low, Greed circles around her. So that he can meet her face to face; his lips are contorted, twisting as she braces around herself for comfort. He can never really understand how she feels - what it's like to feel that way. But he can take a gander.
So he slips a hooked-knuckle under her chin. Forcing her to look up at him as a slight smile twists up his face. Even like this, the notion comes off a bit smarmy. It can't really be helped: what he is, what kind of creature he's made to be. But despite the crookedness of his nature, Greed crouches down to meet her.
"I'll try, but I can't promise you anything, kid. It's not like this is normal." Greed releases his finger from her chin and lets his hands sink between his splayed-knees. "But nothing's impossible, right?"
His teeth glint when a stray light above decides to make its presence known. With a shivering-flicker, forcing the electric current through.
Dipped low, Greed circles around her. So that he can meet her face to face; his lips are contorted, twisting as she braces around herself for comfort. He can never really understand how she feels - what it's like to feel that way. But he can take a gander.
So he slips a hooked-knuckle under her chin. Forcing her to look up at him as a slight smile twists up his face. Even like this, the notion comes off a bit smarmy. It can't really be helped: what he is, what kind of creature he's made to be. But despite the crookedness of his nature, Greed crouches down to meet her.
"I'll try, but I can't promise you anything, kid. It's not like this is normal." Greed releases his finger from her chin and lets his hands sink between his splayed-knees. "But nothing's impossible, right?"
His teeth glint when a stray light above decides to make its presence known. With a shivering-flicker, forcing the electric current through.
[He suddenly stops and his fingers still. The sharp edges of his nails snapping out, akin to a feline stretching out its set. And he rises up, rolling onto the balls of his feet to free himself from Alec's prodding.] Oh-? Is that what you think?
[His grin is deadly; almost threatening, but not quite there and Greed closes his eyes. A shove of his palms to the mattress sends him away, spreading his thighs open as the back of his heels hit the frame of the bed.] Nothing's convenient, Alec. I've been doing this far too long for that to be true.
[He falls; lowering himself between Alec's legs as he trails a finger down the side of his thigh. And like the feline before, he watches; as he sends nips up the inside of Alec's leg, tracing up and up and up - ] For once, why don't you give it a try? Really wanting something.
[The rest falls to silence. As he takes the tip of Alec's cock in his mouth, rolling his lips back to shield away those terrible teeth. Both hands follow suit, thumbs spreading to notch his palms between his partner's legs, urging them to spread. A hum curdles at the back side of his throat, holding there as he swallows. Slowly at first, taking it in piece by piece.]
[His grin is deadly; almost threatening, but not quite there and Greed closes his eyes. A shove of his palms to the mattress sends him away, spreading his thighs open as the back of his heels hit the frame of the bed.] Nothing's convenient, Alec. I've been doing this far too long for that to be true.
[He falls; lowering himself between Alec's legs as he trails a finger down the side of his thigh. And like the feline before, he watches; as he sends nips up the inside of Alec's leg, tracing up and up and up - ] For once, why don't you give it a try? Really wanting something.
[The rest falls to silence. As he takes the tip of Alec's cock in his mouth, rolling his lips back to shield away those terrible teeth. Both hands follow suit, thumbs spreading to notch his palms between his partner's legs, urging them to spread. A hum curdles at the back side of his throat, holding there as he swallows. Slowly at first, taking it in piece by piece.]
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The touch under her chin is unexpected, startling her into looking right into Greed's eyes. It's something like her family would do when she's crying or sad, and it's such a familiar gesture that it actually brings some unintentional comfort. She swallows hard, trying to make sure she doesn't cry even if she's afraid of the situation, but she's trying so hard.
"Thank you," she says quietly. If he'll try, since he knows this place, then maybe they stand a chance. "We'll find them if-" she stops sharply when suddenly a bulb comes on above, making her head jerk as she looks up, confused. Why would the light come on in an abandoned place? Does someone know they're here?
"Thank you," she says quietly. If he'll try, since he knows this place, then maybe they stand a chance. "We'll find them if-" she stops sharply when suddenly a bulb comes on above, making her head jerk as she looks up, confused. Why would the light come on in an abandoned place? Does someone know they're here?
Greed waves his hand in front of her face as soon as she jerks in the direction of the light. "Don't worry about it - it's still trying to figure out whether or not it'll work."
The Sin presses his palms into his thighs as he moves to stand. It's true - the 'Nest practically lives as a haunting now. The lights flickering in and out, the slow groans from down below. It's the final resting place for some and a rumor for others. Greed's face lights up when the bulb pulses again; dimming in and out before going dark again.
"C'mon - there are rooms upstairs. Just don't mind some of the stuff that's still there, yeah?" He side-winds her. Jerking around with the buck of a hip, a pull of the torso. It's dodging the obvious questions there, instead pointing to her own predicament. He isn't too keen on opening up that can of worms and it's better than she doesn't know anyway.
"I'll see if anyone's heard anything. Not sure if they're still around, but Dublith's never been shy on secrets."
The Sin presses his palms into his thighs as he moves to stand. It's true - the 'Nest practically lives as a haunting now. The lights flickering in and out, the slow groans from down below. It's the final resting place for some and a rumor for others. Greed's face lights up when the bulb pulses again; dimming in and out before going dark again.
"C'mon - there are rooms upstairs. Just don't mind some of the stuff that's still there, yeah?" He side-winds her. Jerking around with the buck of a hip, a pull of the torso. It's dodging the obvious questions there, instead pointing to her own predicament. He isn't too keen on opening up that can of worms and it's better than she doesn't know anyway.
"I'll see if anyone's heard anything. Not sure if they're still around, but Dublith's never been shy on secrets."
[Unknown, 1804.]
[The sea licked up the shoreline. Rolling softly across the edge, caressing it with fingers foamed in white as it trailed back out again. The tide was starting to drain; with the moon overhead as its signal and the waves slowly rocked away. Leaving behind trails to where the water had been, soaking the sand black in the wee-hours of morning.]
[Bottles rolled across the edge, making the sand shift where it still stayed dry. Greed often found himself at the shoreline. After a few deals down at the docks; trading intel and whatever-else came off the murky-bows of the ships lined there. Some knew his name, knew his face. Knew that if they were wise, the business was good. Others were naive to the fact and the charm was easy to put on. With a flip of the hand and a devil's smile: "Do we have a deal?".]
[But business was over, which left the Sin in question to walk out the remaining hours. He had already his fill, though even that was an impossibility. The fur-lining of his long-leather coat smelled of it - of women, of men. Of smoke and liquor and everything else that was damned by law and creed.]
[Not that he followed those rules, anyway.]
[Greed picked at the threads of his jacket. The sleeves had been ripped off, a novice effort that left strands behind. He turned his head, dipped himself low as he followed the tide-line with each roll of his ankle. Like this, he looked the part of a shadow. A ghoulish sort of creature; with a Cheshire's grin to rival the moon hanging above as he pocketed his hands and fingered the gold and coin that bounced back.]
[He saw it first; the outline of something - someone - pooled out in the dark. A hand stretched to the beckoning land and the rest of the body left for the tide to rock it. He made a noise in his throat, pulling his lip back just so.] What a waste. [The Sin came close, shuffling through the bleach-white sand as he rounded the body.]
[With his knees splayed out, the Sin crouched down and stretched out his hand. His nails touched gnarled hair, winding it around as sea-salt dripped across his palm.]
[The sea licked up the shoreline. Rolling softly across the edge, caressing it with fingers foamed in white as it trailed back out again. The tide was starting to drain; with the moon overhead as its signal and the waves slowly rocked away. Leaving behind trails to where the water had been, soaking the sand black in the wee-hours of morning.]
[Bottles rolled across the edge, making the sand shift where it still stayed dry. Greed often found himself at the shoreline. After a few deals down at the docks; trading intel and whatever-else came off the murky-bows of the ships lined there. Some knew his name, knew his face. Knew that if they were wise, the business was good. Others were naive to the fact and the charm was easy to put on. With a flip of the hand and a devil's smile: "Do we have a deal?".]
[But business was over, which left the Sin in question to walk out the remaining hours. He had already his fill, though even that was an impossibility. The fur-lining of his long-leather coat smelled of it - of women, of men. Of smoke and liquor and everything else that was damned by law and creed.]
[Not that he followed those rules, anyway.]
[Greed picked at the threads of his jacket. The sleeves had been ripped off, a novice effort that left strands behind. He turned his head, dipped himself low as he followed the tide-line with each roll of his ankle. Like this, he looked the part of a shadow. A ghoulish sort of creature; with a Cheshire's grin to rival the moon hanging above as he pocketed his hands and fingered the gold and coin that bounced back.]
[He saw it first; the outline of something - someone - pooled out in the dark. A hand stretched to the beckoning land and the rest of the body left for the tide to rock it. He made a noise in his throat, pulling his lip back just so.] What a waste. [The Sin came close, shuffling through the bleach-white sand as he rounded the body.]
[With his knees splayed out, the Sin crouched down and stretched out his hand. His nails touched gnarled hair, winding it around as sea-salt dripped across his palm.]
Fuck Yeah Give It To Me
[In order to keep alive and stay alive, he knew he needed someone above himself. Someone who could take care of anything that came his way. Let's be real, there weren't a whole lot of people who Grit knew were above him in the rankings. This was a place that a human should not be and in order to, you know, not die, he had to find a way to actually be here.
Enter a seedy ass bar that he heard took in misfits. Okay so a human wasn't really a misfit, but it had to be worth something, right? At least he was trying to live.
The place was empty, and all that he could see was one man with slicked hair and a vest that made him look way too creepy for his own good. He walked right over and placed his hand on the table.]
Howdy. Are you hirin' for anything?
[Might as well make himself useful before he dropped the 'oh yeah please house me']
[In order to keep alive and stay alive, he knew he needed someone above himself. Someone who could take care of anything that came his way. Let's be real, there weren't a whole lot of people who Grit knew were above him in the rankings. This was a place that a human should not be and in order to, you know, not die, he had to find a way to actually be here.
Enter a seedy ass bar that he heard took in misfits. Okay so a human wasn't really a misfit, but it had to be worth something, right? At least he was trying to live.
The place was empty, and all that he could see was one man with slicked hair and a vest that made him look way too creepy for his own good. He walked right over and placed his hand on the table.]
Howdy. Are you hirin' for anything?
[Might as well make himself useful before he dropped the 'oh yeah please house me']
[ Consciousness was not kind to Corvo.
There was not one part of his body that did not hurt. The poison had stripped him of hours, of himself, lost in a haze of near death. Lost to the void, that spilled forth in the place between the two. Where death almost took him, he'd fallen into the hole in the world. For all that they had dumped his body on a raft in the ocean, they really should have known better.
He was alive not because he wanted to be, but because he must. Life beyond all reasonable expectation of such.
And maybe it's his own strength, maybe it was the spirit that kept him alive in those hours before he washed up on shore. Hard to tell, hard to draw the line between. He expected little, only that death would be a true mercy to the agony he felt. His body as scarred as his mind.
But he had given none, and thus expected no quarter. Not when he felt fingers in his hair and life -- came lancing back through his body like a blade between the ribs. He gasped in air, only to regret it immediately. Lungs hardly filled with air, and his body sought to rid him of all of it. He shuddered, coughing harshly, spasming with the effort of his stomach emptying itself. Sea water, blood, and the sweet sickly stink of poison. Too exhausted to even lift his head from the ground.
Only but for a moment, just because there was someone near, it did not mean kindness, he'd learned that lesson. He'd never bitten the hand that fed him, but it had never stopped him from being struck by it. So he tried, to push himself up, to move away, but he got no further than to push himself up onto his arm, before that gave out on him again. After all this, not the strength to fight. ( He expected death, because death was what he deserved ). ]
There was not one part of his body that did not hurt. The poison had stripped him of hours, of himself, lost in a haze of near death. Lost to the void, that spilled forth in the place between the two. Where death almost took him, he'd fallen into the hole in the world. For all that they had dumped his body on a raft in the ocean, they really should have known better.
He was alive not because he wanted to be, but because he must. Life beyond all reasonable expectation of such.
And maybe it's his own strength, maybe it was the spirit that kept him alive in those hours before he washed up on shore. Hard to tell, hard to draw the line between. He expected little, only that death would be a true mercy to the agony he felt. His body as scarred as his mind.
But he had given none, and thus expected no quarter. Not when he felt fingers in his hair and life -- came lancing back through his body like a blade between the ribs. He gasped in air, only to regret it immediately. Lungs hardly filled with air, and his body sought to rid him of all of it. He shuddered, coughing harshly, spasming with the effort of his stomach emptying itself. Sea water, blood, and the sweet sickly stink of poison. Too exhausted to even lift his head from the ground.
Only but for a moment, just because there was someone near, it did not mean kindness, he'd learned that lesson. He'd never bitten the hand that fed him, but it had never stopped him from being struck by it. So he tried, to push himself up, to move away, but he got no further than to push himself up onto his arm, before that gave out on him again. After all this, not the strength to fight. ( He expected death, because death was what he deserved ). ]
[Fingers recoiled as soon as a breath came. Gasping like a fish out of water and Greed held his palm open over Corvo's head. Only to pull away once the vomiting started and the Sin sank his hands between his knees. Watching with the silence of a church-face gargoyle, but passing no judgement.]
[Only when Corvo was done, did he speak out. Hand flipped casually as it swung on the crook of his elbow.] You still with me, friend? [Greed bent down, bringing his face in for closer inspection. The smells on the guy were telling; the violent up heaving more so. But life sometimes had a funny way of turning the tides and Greed whistled through his teeth.] Could have sworn you were dead. Glad to see that isn't the case.
[Behind him, the long tails of his coat dragged in the sand. Brown-tan leather that was beaten and worn with age. It fit the time period, but only slightly. Greed shoved it aside, pushing the heavy weight up and over his hip as he pressed a hand to the man's shoulder.] For a human I gotta say - I'm impressed.
[But he wasn't about to take no for an answer, so he didn't even as. A shove of an arm as him between Corvo's back and his shoulder and Greed sunk his nails into the fabric of a jacket. It was soaked to the bone, starting to chill even with the comfortable breeze coming off the water.] You're lucky. Most would have left you out here to rot.
[The tone of his was snide; charming, but dangerous. A tempter with a baritone purr and Greed shifted his heel. Shoved it a bit deeper into the sand to find an anchor.] Don't bother talking - wouldn't do you any good anyway. You don't exactly heal like I do.
[Only when Corvo was done, did he speak out. Hand flipped casually as it swung on the crook of his elbow.] You still with me, friend? [Greed bent down, bringing his face in for closer inspection. The smells on the guy were telling; the violent up heaving more so. But life sometimes had a funny way of turning the tides and Greed whistled through his teeth.] Could have sworn you were dead. Glad to see that isn't the case.
[Behind him, the long tails of his coat dragged in the sand. Brown-tan leather that was beaten and worn with age. It fit the time period, but only slightly. Greed shoved it aside, pushing the heavy weight up and over his hip as he pressed a hand to the man's shoulder.] For a human I gotta say - I'm impressed.
[But he wasn't about to take no for an answer, so he didn't even as. A shove of an arm as him between Corvo's back and his shoulder and Greed sunk his nails into the fabric of a jacket. It was soaked to the bone, starting to chill even with the comfortable breeze coming off the water.] You're lucky. Most would have left you out here to rot.
[The tone of his was snide; charming, but dangerous. A tempter with a baritone purr and Greed shifted his heel. Shoved it a bit deeper into the sand to find an anchor.] Don't bother talking - wouldn't do you any good anyway. You don't exactly heal like I do.
"Ah, right." A bit disoriented by his constant changing, Kaede lets him lead her upstairs. She can't help but be jumpy, looking around at every creak and groan of the old place. Everything has her on edge right now. This whole place seems like a haunted house; the thought doesn't make it better. Still, she can tell that people had once lived here and tries to imagine it before it became abandoned.
"...tell me about this place when it was still a bar?" She asks. Rather hear him or herself talking than the shudders of wood talking.
He'll have to deal with a little girl holding his hand, though.
"...tell me about this place when it was still a bar?" She asks. Rather hear him or herself talking than the shudders of wood talking.
He'll have to deal with a little girl holding his hand, though.
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