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[Alec's hand catches at Greed's cheek, and then his mouth follows, kissing his jaw.]
Bad's not the word I would use. Remarkable might be.
[Alec's body is languid and relaxed now, a feat in and of itself, given how he usually holds himself.]
Don't you want your own satisfaction?
Bad's not the word I would use. Remarkable might be.
[Alec's body is languid and relaxed now, a feat in and of itself, given how he usually holds himself.]
Don't you want your own satisfaction?
"It means that they didn't waste it."
Greed didn't bother looking at her. Kids were always trouble - kids always asked too much. Why, how, when: she doesn't need to know and he isn't interesting in telling. A story already dead and gone; Greed's not even sure how it all ended.
"Not that kind of law," the Sin chides back. His smile purses as he slowly bounces a heel off the opposing ankle. There's a low beat coming from down the street - another bar probably. With his already six-feet-under, Greed's not too surprised someone else picked up his usual clientele. "-physical law. You can't gain anything without sacrificing something else first."
Even him and his fall in the category. Gaining life at the sacrifice of thousands - the idea isn't lost on him. Never had been. "Does it really matter?" Greed slides his gaze to her finally. She's a bit closer than he expected, but it shouldn't be a surprise. Alone and lost and he's the only thing tethering her back to a life she knows.
A sigh escapes him. Sounding off like someone who's slightly annoyed. "You going to ask me questions all night, or are you actually going to sleep at some point?"
Greed didn't bother looking at her. Kids were always trouble - kids always asked too much. Why, how, when: she doesn't need to know and he isn't interesting in telling. A story already dead and gone; Greed's not even sure how it all ended.
"Not that kind of law," the Sin chides back. His smile purses as he slowly bounces a heel off the opposing ankle. There's a low beat coming from down the street - another bar probably. With his already six-feet-under, Greed's not too surprised someone else picked up his usual clientele. "-physical law. You can't gain anything without sacrificing something else first."
Even him and his fall in the category. Gaining life at the sacrifice of thousands - the idea isn't lost on him. Never had been. "Does it really matter?" Greed slides his gaze to her finally. She's a bit closer than he expected, but it shouldn't be a surprise. Alone and lost and he's the only thing tethering her back to a life she knows.
A sigh escapes him. Sounding off like someone who's slightly annoyed. "You going to ask me questions all night, or are you actually going to sleep at some point?"
Kaede just fixes Greed with a glare for that last bit. She looks around, then actually just shoves his leg over a little and hogs part of the bed, curling herself up a bit like a dog. Really, it isn't very comfortable, and this whole situation is the same, but at least she knows most of what she's dealing with when it comes to Greed, and on top of that, she actually trusts him to protect her.
After all, she is 'his'.Maybe he is hers, in his own way.
"You're a jerk," she mutters, making sure even if her head is a bit buried in her arms that it's loud enough for him to hear it.
After all, she is 'his'.
"You're a jerk," she mutters, making sure even if her head is a bit buried in her arms that it's loud enough for him to hear it.
[With the kiss at his jaw, Greed tips his head to the opposing side. Like this, Alec can have as much as he wants without much protest. And the Sin isn't about to complain.]
[His eyes open with a low hum. The noise groans from the gut, coming up to vibrate against the backside of his teeth.] Flattery doesn't fit you. [He chimes back, his voice a rough kind of whisper. A hand spreads to coax down Alec's side.]
You didn't really think that was going to be it, did you? [The homunculus snaps his jaws and shoves his skull under the jut of Alec's throat.] You should know me a bit better than that.
[His other hand trails back and a thumb makes easy of the button. A simple pop and Greed's grin spreads where his lips touch Alec's skin.] Just had to make sure - not interested if you aren't, after all.
[His eyes open with a low hum. The noise groans from the gut, coming up to vibrate against the backside of his teeth.] Flattery doesn't fit you. [He chimes back, his voice a rough kind of whisper. A hand spreads to coax down Alec's side.]
You didn't really think that was going to be it, did you? [The homunculus snaps his jaws and shoves his skull under the jut of Alec's throat.] You should know me a bit better than that.
[His other hand trails back and a thumb makes easy of the button. A simple pop and Greed's grin spreads where his lips touch Alec's skin.] Just had to make sure - not interested if you aren't, after all.
"Ah-?"
When she shoves him, the homunculus budges. He throws the offending leg over the other and makes a sort of 'tsk' when she continues to silently protest. Kids aren't his forte - never were. But they're honest. Her discomfort is easy to read and Greed merely tilts his head back just a bit. "You know, that's not very nice."
It isn't remotely what she's looking for. He knows that even if he doesn't entirely get it. His hand spreads and one arm loosens from the niche behind his skull. A moment later and he's got all five fingers on top of her head.
"Wouldn't be the first time someone's called me that," Greed whispers. His voice is rough, but solid. "-at least you're finally starting to get it." That he wasn't normal, nor was he the hero she's been looking for. But as his fingers spread and those rough pads slide through her hair, he figures it's enough.
When she shoves him, the homunculus budges. He throws the offending leg over the other and makes a sort of 'tsk' when she continues to silently protest. Kids aren't his forte - never were. But they're honest. Her discomfort is easy to read and Greed merely tilts his head back just a bit. "You know, that's not very nice."
It isn't remotely what she's looking for. He knows that even if he doesn't entirely get it. His hand spreads and one arm loosens from the niche behind his skull. A moment later and he's got all five fingers on top of her head.
"Wouldn't be the first time someone's called me that," Greed whispers. His voice is rough, but solid. "-at least you're finally starting to get it." That he wasn't normal, nor was he the hero she's been looking for. But as his fingers spread and those rough pads slide through her hair, he figures it's enough.
Let's just say I've heard some things. Y'know. As most people seem to.
[A show that Grit doesn't find appeal in. He doesn't get dazzled by anything too flashy. Frankly, simple is best with him. Too bad most clueless people don't get it.]
Neither. Although if that lady with the show breasts was Lust... well, she probably does her job right for men who like that. [He wasn't always straight forward himself. But it should be even simple enough for Greed to figure out. He lets out a small chuckle.] No. You're nothin' like anyone else I've met in my life.
[Whether it's good or bad, that's hard to say. Also, he'd like to say what he usually drinks but he imagines that Greed knows best. In that the beer here is probably shit. So he'll take whatever he gets. He leans forward and chuckles.] I'll get along with everyone if they get along with me. [Humming lightly.]
Greed? Sounds appropriate for you.
[Letting out another laugh.]
So... what kind of work would you like me to do then? If you're so kind to take me on as an employee. I'm curious.
[A show that Grit doesn't find appeal in. He doesn't get dazzled by anything too flashy. Frankly, simple is best with him. Too bad most clueless people don't get it.]
Neither. Although if that lady with the show breasts was Lust... well, she probably does her job right for men who like that. [He wasn't always straight forward himself. But it should be even simple enough for Greed to figure out. He lets out a small chuckle.] No. You're nothin' like anyone else I've met in my life.
[Whether it's good or bad, that's hard to say. Also, he'd like to say what he usually drinks but he imagines that Greed knows best. In that the beer here is probably shit. So he'll take whatever he gets. He leans forward and chuckles.] I'll get along with everyone if they get along with me. [Humming lightly.]
Greed? Sounds appropriate for you.
[Letting out another laugh.]
So... what kind of work would you like me to do then? If you're so kind to take me on as an employee. I'm curious.
Kaede doesn't feel the need to say anything to that, just closing her eyes and letting him touch her hair. It feels a little strange, but at the same time, it feels like the same thing her father does on rare occasion. So she can slowly fall asleep, curled up into a little ball there at Greed's side, as close to safe as she's going to get right now.
Her dreams are far from easy, and her fingers end up clenching the material of his pants through the night, hanging on tightly.
The question is, what will happen come morning? The lights in the bar hadn't gone unnoticed.
Her dreams are far from easy, and her fingers end up clenching the material of his pants through the night, hanging on tightly.
The question is, what will happen come morning? The lights in the bar hadn't gone unnoticed.
He knew how to play the anticipation game, that's for certain, and though his style leaned further into theatrics than she generally enjoyed, she could tolerate a bit of odd flair here and there. Her eyes watched him as he moved, eyebrows raising in bemusement at times and settling into an intense stare at others.
It's easy to let her attention slip down to his hips, to chew lazily at her bottom lip while her imagination and previous experiences flooded her mind. When his nail touched beneath her chin she froze, falling dead still, gaze snapping up to meet his so she can judge his mood. Not that he'd ever hurt her, but the danger it insinuated always brought her to a heightened sense of awareness. Every touch and movement amplified from adrenaline.
She could feel the throb of her heat between her legs even before he told her to stay still, a suggestion she never took lightly. Her one hand moved to brace herself against something solid and near, while the other smoothed through his hair in a gesture of affection. At least, that was the plan.
His nips cause her fingers to tighten in his locks, a low hiss forcing it's way out past her lips sharply, followed by a slow, shuddering inhale to keep herself from moving. It's a task that's easier said than done, especially when she tended to rock her hips against whatever gave her pleasure below the belt. But he's done this to her before, made her wait and endure his slow teases while some part of her balanced on the thin blade between pleasure and too much pain.
The reaction comes as a low, barely audible groan, legs shaking imperceptibly as she tried not to twitch or shift her weight. Standing like this was a difficult position in which to remain still under normal circumstances, but even more so when someone's teasing over a very receptive patch of lady business. "Mn," came the soft whine as her hand's grip tightened ever so slightly, "I don't think I can stay entirely still for much longer."
And patience in this arena wasn't exactly one of Velma's virtues.
It's easy to let her attention slip down to his hips, to chew lazily at her bottom lip while her imagination and previous experiences flooded her mind. When his nail touched beneath her chin she froze, falling dead still, gaze snapping up to meet his so she can judge his mood. Not that he'd ever hurt her, but the danger it insinuated always brought her to a heightened sense of awareness. Every touch and movement amplified from adrenaline.
She could feel the throb of her heat between her legs even before he told her to stay still, a suggestion she never took lightly. Her one hand moved to brace herself against something solid and near, while the other smoothed through his hair in a gesture of affection. At least, that was the plan.
His nips cause her fingers to tighten in his locks, a low hiss forcing it's way out past her lips sharply, followed by a slow, shuddering inhale to keep herself from moving. It's a task that's easier said than done, especially when she tended to rock her hips against whatever gave her pleasure below the belt. But he's done this to her before, made her wait and endure his slow teases while some part of her balanced on the thin blade between pleasure and too much pain.
The reaction comes as a low, barely audible groan, legs shaking imperceptibly as she tried not to twitch or shift her weight. Standing like this was a difficult position in which to remain still under normal circumstances, but even more so when someone's teasing over a very receptive patch of lady business. "Mn," came the soft whine as her hand's grip tightened ever so slightly, "I don't think I can stay entirely still for much longer."
And patience in this arena wasn't exactly one of Velma's virtues.
And neither contentment?
[Alec doesn't think Greed means that, even though Alec running his mouth in a different way is one of the side effects of being pleased, of feeling the pleasure throughout his body, and perhaps he does.
Although he would have thought that Greed would like to be admired, would enjoy being wanted.
But he's satisfied to keep touching the Sin, to do everything that he's apparently allowed, and to enjoy the feeling of them sharing a bed. He moves his hands after a moment to try to help Greed out with easing the clothing off.]
I am. You're smart to think me so selfish, but I'm better behaved in bed than I usually am.
[And he expects that he'll get more out of this anyway.]
[Alec doesn't think Greed means that, even though Alec running his mouth in a different way is one of the side effects of being pleased, of feeling the pleasure throughout his body, and perhaps he does.
Although he would have thought that Greed would like to be admired, would enjoy being wanted.
But he's satisfied to keep touching the Sin, to do everything that he's apparently allowed, and to enjoy the feeling of them sharing a bed. He moves his hands after a moment to try to help Greed out with easing the clothing off.]
I am. You're smart to think me so selfish, but I'm better behaved in bed than I usually am.
[And he expects that he'll get more out of this anyway.]
It's only when the clutching has stopped does Greed actually leave her. With a slip and slide, tossing himself to the other side of the bed to let her enjoy the well-needed sleep. Unlike him, she'll need the rest; to catch up before the day brings more news to the table.
He knows the 'Nest. All of its quirks, its secrets. The groaning of pipes that haven't been used, the flickering of lights begging for someone to take a look at. It's all a relic of what used to be - who he used to be. Staring back at him, mocking with all of its old promises.
Greed grimaces again and he's thankful he doesn't have the extra company.
He makes sure the entrance is barred and that the rest of the building is clear before heading to his destination. Out of every cranny and crooked corner, it's the last out of the set that he's been doing his best to avoid. Deep down below, where the bar ended and the basement opened up. An exit that had been meant to use when everything else had gone south. An escape, though even that hadn't worked to his liking.
Greed's crouched at an open hatch. The water below isn't running as quickly as it used to. It barely moves, collecting in some places and sloshing in others when something stray flitters across the surface. He narrows his eyes into the dark before lifting himself back up straight.
A second later and he leaps down into the hole.
He knows the 'Nest. All of its quirks, its secrets. The groaning of pipes that haven't been used, the flickering of lights begging for someone to take a look at. It's all a relic of what used to be - who he used to be. Staring back at him, mocking with all of its old promises.
Greed grimaces again and he's thankful he doesn't have the extra company.
He makes sure the entrance is barred and that the rest of the building is clear before heading to his destination. Out of every cranny and crooked corner, it's the last out of the set that he's been doing his best to avoid. Deep down below, where the bar ended and the basement opened up. An exit that had been meant to use when everything else had gone south. An escape, though even that hadn't worked to his liking.
Greed's crouched at an open hatch. The water below isn't running as quickly as it used to. It barely moves, collecting in some places and sloshing in others when something stray flitters across the surface. He narrows his eyes into the dark before lifting himself back up straight.
A second later and he leaps down into the hole.
With her grip firmly planted in his hair, Greed chased a sharp smile across her skin. He moved his fingers back and forth, exchanging an index for a middle as he played between her legs. "Then don't," was what he whispered. As his wrist hiked away the rest of her dress, making it pool and drape across the length of his forearm.
He pressed his forehead in first as a bit of a warning. Caressing down her stomach while the tips of his fingered continued their motion. Pad to knuckle and back again. Greed snapped his jaw and the slight pain at the spikes of his hair only fueled him. Her want, her need. It was better this way; without having to speak or order. Just silent tugs to tell him what was wanted and what specially wasn't.
He hitched a finger inside of her. One knuckle in, just slightly. He didn't need to rush things; not with her. Not with anyone else. Greed had time and plenty of it - enough that two-hundred years hadn't even dwindled that constant throb deep below in his own pit. Time was a commodity he had in spades and as he tested her with a deeper prod, his lips replaced the absence at her clit.
"Show me everything you want," Greed hummed and his knees hit the floor. She had done him a favor and he always counted himself a fair sort. Crooked maybe, but honest. "-whatever you need, lovely." His tongue came first; tracing from the base of her then up and up and up. Until lips found her sex and Greed brought them inward. A means of cushioning the sharps of his teeth while he sucked and rolled. Picking up the rhythm his fingers had been plucking at just a moment ago.
All the while, he pressed a little more into her. A little deeper. Finding the same pace and matching it.
He pressed his forehead in first as a bit of a warning. Caressing down her stomach while the tips of his fingered continued their motion. Pad to knuckle and back again. Greed snapped his jaw and the slight pain at the spikes of his hair only fueled him. Her want, her need. It was better this way; without having to speak or order. Just silent tugs to tell him what was wanted and what specially wasn't.
He hitched a finger inside of her. One knuckle in, just slightly. He didn't need to rush things; not with her. Not with anyone else. Greed had time and plenty of it - enough that two-hundred years hadn't even dwindled that constant throb deep below in his own pit. Time was a commodity he had in spades and as he tested her with a deeper prod, his lips replaced the absence at her clit.
"Show me everything you want," Greed hummed and his knees hit the floor. She had done him a favor and he always counted himself a fair sort. Crooked maybe, but honest. "-whatever you need, lovely." His tongue came first; tracing from the base of her then up and up and up. Until lips found her sex and Greed brought them inward. A means of cushioning the sharps of his teeth while he sucked and rolled. Picking up the rhythm his fingers had been plucking at just a moment ago.
All the while, he pressed a little more into her. A little deeper. Finding the same pace and matching it.
It would be an hour, maybe two, before Kaede would start from her sleep, a nightmare about her father shouting for her as the world collapses as she reaches out towards him. She jerks up hard, gasping as she clutches around her, staring about in the darkness. It takes time for her eyes to adjust to the faint moonlight coming in as she breathes hard, trying to get the feeling of raw fear out of her veins.
That's when she notices she's alone. "...Greed?" She calls out, but he's clearly not in the room. Her ... partner (no, not guardian, not protector) seems to have vanished while she slept. So slowly she gets herself out of the ancient bed, feeling hyper aware in the silence of the night and the abandoned bar. When she steps into the hall, she's more cautious when she calls out his name again, barely a whisper. Where is he?
After getting her pack, refusing to leave it behind, she slowly follows her way back until it leaves her standing in the main bar, unsure of what to do. Should she leave and try to find someone, or should she sit and wait for him?
That's when she notices she's alone. "...Greed?" She calls out, but he's clearly not in the room. Her ... partner (no, not guardian, not protector) seems to have vanished while she slept. So slowly she gets herself out of the ancient bed, feeling hyper aware in the silence of the night and the abandoned bar. When she steps into the hall, she's more cautious when she calls out his name again, barely a whisper. Where is he?
After getting her pack, refusing to leave it behind, she slowly follows her way back until it leaves her standing in the main bar, unsure of what to do. Should she leave and try to find someone, or should she sit and wait for him?
If you think that, then you still don't know me very well. [He pulls away only briefly. Rocking onto the shelf of his hips as his body sinks back into his thighs. Greed hitches his fingers around the line of his waist, prying the leather from his skin. There's a second pair of red lines there; jutting off his hips to circle around his back.] I'm selfish, remember?
[He shifts himself up, hiking the band down. Alec's much more easy to understand like this. With all of his complaints aside and Greed lowers himself back to him. Nipping at his throat as too-hot air chases skin. His hand follows the curve of his own back and two fingers hook in where leather eases. Greed slowly trails them down and his knees makes the bed beneath them groan.]
You are. So c'mon - I want everything you've got, Alec. [Just to make his point clear, Greed latches his teeth into the dip of Alec's shoulder. Holding him there as his hips, his torso, undulate to help free him of his slacks. They go in slow motion and Greed drops his hand.]
[Again, they tumble. When the Sin's got a fingers-full of Alec's hip and he pulls him into the momentum. Until Alec's settled right on top of the jut of his hip and Greed knocks the backboard with a solid thwack of the heel. His teeth release then and the Sin inspects the slight indentation with an admiring sneer.]
[He shifts himself up, hiking the band down. Alec's much more easy to understand like this. With all of his complaints aside and Greed lowers himself back to him. Nipping at his throat as too-hot air chases skin. His hand follows the curve of his own back and two fingers hook in where leather eases. Greed slowly trails them down and his knees makes the bed beneath them groan.]
You are. So c'mon - I want everything you've got, Alec. [Just to make his point clear, Greed latches his teeth into the dip of Alec's shoulder. Holding him there as his hips, his torso, undulate to help free him of his slacks. They go in slow motion and Greed drops his hand.]
[Again, they tumble. When the Sin's got a fingers-full of Alec's hip and he pulls him into the momentum. Until Alec's settled right on top of the jut of his hip and Greed knocks the backboard with a solid thwack of the heel. His teeth release then and the Sin inspects the slight indentation with an admiring sneer.]
His sunglasses are on a table nearby. Flickering back the waning flame of a candle. It's been burning for a while now. The blackening rim is proof of its negligence and the fire bounces on the surface of a mounting pool of wax. The morning is still young, but most have retired by now. The ill in-between of dusk and dawn makes the light through the windows bleed bleary purple.
For a while, it's only Kaede. Kaede and the groans coming from beneath the bar. The pipes rattle back, the windows whisper. Ghosts: the whole place stinks of them.
The silence is interrupted by the sound of a steady walk. Clunk goes one heel, clack goes another. From somewhere else and Greed's suddenly coiled up in a door frame. Sans his vest, his sunglasses. His head is dipped low as his elbow nudges into a cornered crook. "Oi, oi, oi - " The Sin starts, his voice brought down a notch or two. "-weren't you supposed be sleeping? Jeez."
He feigns annoyance and forces a smile. The smell on him sticks; of dirty water, of mold and dirt. Greed runs a hand through the spikes of his hair and shakes them for good measure. "Eh, guess it can't be helped." His arm falls away and he slips from the door. But not before shutting it with the back of his heel.
For a while, it's only Kaede. Kaede and the groans coming from beneath the bar. The pipes rattle back, the windows whisper. Ghosts: the whole place stinks of them.
The silence is interrupted by the sound of a steady walk. Clunk goes one heel, clack goes another. From somewhere else and Greed's suddenly coiled up in a door frame. Sans his vest, his sunglasses. His head is dipped low as his elbow nudges into a cornered crook. "Oi, oi, oi - " The Sin starts, his voice brought down a notch or two. "-weren't you supposed be sleeping? Jeez."
He feigns annoyance and forces a smile. The smell on him sticks; of dirty water, of mold and dirt. Greed runs a hand through the spikes of his hair and shakes them for good measure. "Eh, guess it can't be helped." His arm falls away and he slips from the door. But not before shutting it with the back of his heel.
Edited 2014-05-29 02:45 (UTC)
This leaves Kaede a complete nervous wreck by the time Greed returns. In fact, when he comes up, she'll be nothing but a shadow in the corner, tucked up hard against the wall, completely covered in black - his power. She almost spits out her words in pure fear and anger when he comes back in. "You- You total JERK! You were gone when I woke up! What is wrong with you?! You left me all along and where were you?!"
Oh yeah, she mad. She can't see herself, can't see the crimson eyes or white teeth. She's more delicate than him, but there is little doubt she had been ready to protect herself if it didn't turn out to be him.
Oh yeah, she mad. She can't see herself, can't see the crimson eyes or white teeth. She's more delicate than him, but there is little doubt she had been ready to protect herself if it didn't turn out to be him.
[Alec thinks he understands what Greed is going to be doing with his teeth, and he doesn't cry out in pain or shock when they latch on because pain like this is something he can take, when it mixes with desire and contentment, when it's mild to begin with.]
[Alec does shift against Greed's body, even with the teeth as a different sort of anchor, because he wants to find more skin to touch and because he wants to admire the sight that Greed makes against the bed, wanting and wilful.]
[Then he's finding refuge in words, because he doesn't know what this is, but he's sure that it makes him vulnerable, and he's not comfortable with that, even as his fingers scrunch against the pattern of the bite, admiring it with his own touch.]
So certain you can handle all that? [Alec's fingers shift to tousle Greed's hair, to muss it if he isn't already too mussed for that sort of difference to be noticeable.]
[Alec does shift against Greed's body, even with the teeth as a different sort of anchor, because he wants to find more skin to touch and because he wants to admire the sight that Greed makes against the bed, wanting and wilful.]
[Then he's finding refuge in words, because he doesn't know what this is, but he's sure that it makes him vulnerable, and he's not comfortable with that, even as his fingers scrunch against the pattern of the bite, admiring it with his own touch.]
So certain you can handle all that? [Alec's fingers shift to tousle Greed's hair, to muss it if he isn't already too mussed for that sort of difference to be noticeable.]
[ Death, he's starting to think, is a more poorly defined state than anyone would think. It does not seem to have a definite edge, little more than a gaping chasm below his feet.
( and if, he were more capable of speaking, he would tell him, tell him about the day the stars would be devoured, that there was a hole in the world and it was going to consume, and he was going to fall and fall and fall).
But it was a little easier to not slip and stumble into it when he was the only person not holding himself off that edge. The chair too, he clung to the edges of it when it seemed to rock like the sea itself.
His head hung forward, as withered as any old tree, his skin ashen and his hair a mess stuck together. He was bent and broken, and there was no resistance there. There were children's dolls that probably put up more of a fight. It's a empty daze as he slips almost to unconsciousness again.
Then there is a smell and it's worse than death, smells like piss and blood and rotting things and he gags again. Wrenching against the grip in his hair, spluttering as painful new air came into his lungs. Shoving and pulling at whoever shoved whatever that foul smell was away from him.
His eyes opened, bleary and so utterly betrayed by the light he'd stopped calling friend some time ago. ] 'M awake.
( and if, he were more capable of speaking, he would tell him, tell him about the day the stars would be devoured, that there was a hole in the world and it was going to consume, and he was going to fall and fall and fall).
But it was a little easier to not slip and stumble into it when he was the only person not holding himself off that edge. The chair too, he clung to the edges of it when it seemed to rock like the sea itself.
His head hung forward, as withered as any old tree, his skin ashen and his hair a mess stuck together. He was bent and broken, and there was no resistance there. There were children's dolls that probably put up more of a fight. It's a empty daze as he slips almost to unconsciousness again.
Then there is a smell and it's worse than death, smells like piss and blood and rotting things and he gags again. Wrenching against the grip in his hair, spluttering as painful new air came into his lungs. Shoving and pulling at whoever shoved whatever that foul smell was away from him.
His eyes opened, bleary and so utterly betrayed by the light he'd stopped calling friend some time ago. ] 'M awake.
[From Alec's hip, his fingers trail away. Sliding across the curve of his ass and Greed's skull lulls back with a lazy toss. He can't help but laugh at that; the very idea that this is something he couldn't handle and just what is it that Alec takes him for.] I've been doing this a lot longer than you, Alec. Don't you remember?
[But with that hand in his hair, the Sin doesn't make a protest. Instead, he pushes two fingers into his own mouth. Shoving them first knuckle, second, until he's down to the base of things. It isn't the cleanest way to do it, nor is it the most pleasant. But hell, he's had plenty of time to wait.]
[A pop pulls the duo out and Greed reaches behind Alec's back. He moves closer as he does, hitching up by the torso so that his too-hot breath masks just at the edge of Alec's throat.] Just depends on whether or not you can. [With a distraction in play, he slips a finger down and in. Just pushing, prying inside Alec. Not all the way, no. But enough.]
[But with that hand in his hair, the Sin doesn't make a protest. Instead, he pushes two fingers into his own mouth. Shoving them first knuckle, second, until he's down to the base of things. It isn't the cleanest way to do it, nor is it the most pleasant. But hell, he's had plenty of time to wait.]
[A pop pulls the duo out and Greed reaches behind Alec's back. He moves closer as he does, hitching up by the torso so that his too-hot breath masks just at the edge of Alec's throat.] Just depends on whether or not you can. [With a distraction in play, he slips a finger down and in. Just pushing, prying inside Alec. Not all the way, no. But enough.]
Her voice comes out with that same metallic-ting he's used to. It surprises him at first, so he stays at the edge of the firmly-closed door for a beat. Her protest is clear, her loud yelping more so. The Sin's face falls a bit, frown furrowing lines to the corners of his mouth.
"Oi, oi, oi - " Greed drones out as he shuffles across the space between. The cuffs of his boots knock hollow against the floorboards, making dust shiver up from an early grave. "-keep it down, would ya? You don't really want anyone coming in here and seeing you like that." From his hip, he extends an index out to her. Throwing it up and down to try to grab her attention. It's strange like this; seeing his face, his ability, crawling and forming on somebody else.
Finally, he reaches where she's planted against the wall and Greed splays his thighs open. When he sinks in, it's with a hand on her head, the tips of his own claws springing out when 'Shield meets 'Shield. He runs the smooth side of them across her skull, urging a spark. "Though it's not like anyone could really hurt you this way."
He bends forward, turning his skull into her space like a scavenger at a kill. "Calm down."
"Oi, oi, oi - " Greed drones out as he shuffles across the space between. The cuffs of his boots knock hollow against the floorboards, making dust shiver up from an early grave. "-keep it down, would ya? You don't really want anyone coming in here and seeing you like that." From his hip, he extends an index out to her. Throwing it up and down to try to grab her attention. It's strange like this; seeing his face, his ability, crawling and forming on somebody else.
Finally, he reaches where she's planted against the wall and Greed splays his thighs open. When he sinks in, it's with a hand on her head, the tips of his own claws springing out when 'Shield meets 'Shield. He runs the smooth side of them across her skull, urging a spark. "Though it's not like anyone could really hurt you this way."
He bends forward, turning his skull into her space like a scavenger at a kill. "Calm down."
[As soon as some life is shown his way, Greed releases. And not without a lull of a laugh either. The bottle is capped again, stored away under the thick leather hide of his jacket. It, too, is chased with sand and salt near the trailing edges.] Ha - ! You don't go down too easily, do you?
[Greed swipes his hand on his thigh, cleaning off the grease and grime from Corvo's hair. It's not a fix, not by a long shot. But it's a quick way to make sure he's not dealing with a corpse in the next hour or so. The Sin slips his foot next to the leg of the chair, catching it before it decides to dip and fall with the reckless misuse.] But you don't really heal like I do. [His thumb touches the side of Corvo's face, pushing the sea's grit away. It sounds rough in his ears and feels rougher still. Whoever the guy is, he's certainly been through a bit of hell.]
Must have pissed somebody off for them to go do that - [And there's the would-be devil, charming him right back. Greed eases away and catches a loop at the front of his own slacks. It's still nightfall and there's plenty to do.]
[But for now, it can wait.] What's your name? [He asks. Without question, without hesitation. It's the first test of a long string of them - if the guy can't answer, the next best option is to dump him where some sort of 'Doc can take a better look.]
[Though Greed already has a little bit of an investment, even if all the roads aren't too clear yet. He'd rather not take that fork if he doesn't have to.]
[Greed swipes his hand on his thigh, cleaning off the grease and grime from Corvo's hair. It's not a fix, not by a long shot. But it's a quick way to make sure he's not dealing with a corpse in the next hour or so. The Sin slips his foot next to the leg of the chair, catching it before it decides to dip and fall with the reckless misuse.] But you don't really heal like I do. [His thumb touches the side of Corvo's face, pushing the sea's grit away. It sounds rough in his ears and feels rougher still. Whoever the guy is, he's certainly been through a bit of hell.]
Must have pissed somebody off for them to go do that - [And there's the would-be devil, charming him right back. Greed eases away and catches a loop at the front of his own slacks. It's still nightfall and there's plenty to do.]
[But for now, it can wait.] What's your name? [He asks. Without question, without hesitation. It's the first test of a long string of them - if the guy can't answer, the next best option is to dump him where some sort of 'Doc can take a better look.]
[Though Greed already has a little bit of an investment, even if all the roads aren't too clear yet. He'd rather not take that fork if he doesn't have to.]
"You left me all alone in a strange place where I have no idea where I am or who anyone is and you're telling me to calm down!?" Somehow, she does manage to drop her voice into a dramatic whisper, but it still ends in a bit of a shriek all over again. The feeling of his claws isn't the best one, grating against her, but it doesn't even really occur to her that she shouldn't feel it like that at all, that the Shield's come up over her whole body in her anger.
Anger always tends to lead down a path of 'losing control of one's powers' for her, as the point is proven right here.
"Where were you?!" Scowling so very unhappily at him. Maybe it would have a scarier effect with crimson eyes and visible teeth if it wasn't the power's owner looking back at it.
Anger always tends to lead down a path of 'losing control of one's powers' for her, as the point is proven right here.
"Where were you?!" Scowling so very unhappily at him. Maybe it would have a scarier effect with crimson eyes and visible teeth if it wasn't the power's owner looking back at it.
His claws ease away. Washing from the round of her skull as Greed flattens his elbows across his thighs. He's silent when she yells and screams; it isn't the kind of anger that comes out of spite. It's fear - he can practically smell it, taste it. That coppery tinge that quickly turns static.
"You done?" For a moment, his whole face seems to drop and a calm stillness takes his eyes. His expression isn't annoyed, it isn't even upset. Just blank for a moment or two before he turns his head over his shoulder.
"No use hiding it, I guess," Greed's voice comes out like a haunted whisper. "-but there were some things I had to take care of. Not really stuff kids like you should be seeing."
"You done?" For a moment, his whole face seems to drop and a calm stillness takes his eyes. His expression isn't annoyed, it isn't even upset. Just blank for a moment or two before he turns his head over his shoulder.
"No use hiding it, I guess," Greed's voice comes out like a haunted whisper. "-but there were some things I had to take care of. Not really stuff kids like you should be seeing."
"...You're such a jerk." Kaede's anger crumbles in the face of Greed's impassiveness, crossing her arms over her chest as the Shield starts to receed from her face, leaving her with her chin up, scowling. But his words still send a bit of a shiver down her spine and her scowl turns to uncertainty.
There's only one thing that goes through her mind with his words, looking him over before softly asking, "you didn't hurt someone, did you?" Her mind is actually thinking 'kill', but really she couldn't bring herself to say it. She knows Greed isn't a good guy, he isn't a hero, but right now, he's all that she's got. She knows, bad guy and all, he will protect her and make sure she's taken care of. Easier to stay with something she knows than taking a chance on a world that might do something terrible to her if they know she isn't just human.
There's only one thing that goes through her mind with his words, looking him over before softly asking, "you didn't hurt someone, did you?" Her mind is actually thinking 'kill', but really she couldn't bring herself to say it. She knows Greed isn't a good guy, he isn't a hero, but right now, he's all that she's got. She knows, bad guy and all, he will protect her and make sure she's taken care of. Easier to stay with something she knows than taking a chance on a world that might do something terrible to her if they know she isn't just human.
[Alec chortles under his breath, amused even with the edge of irritation that seeps through. Greed might have been doing this longer than Alec, but he hasn't been doing it with Alec for that time, and while that might not make this special, it does mean a little extra care might be required, because Alec knows he's brittle, and he wouldn't be here if he thought Greed wanted to break him.]
[So he lets Greed press the finger sticky with spit, but green eyes lock with his.]
There is the oil, wherever it's gotten to. [Managing scorn despite the tight feeling of pleasure and promise in his belly is a skill, and one that Alec has honed finely enough that he can use it even now.]
[So he lets Greed press the finger sticky with spit, but green eyes lock with his.]
There is the oil, wherever it's gotten to. [Managing scorn despite the tight feeling of pleasure and promise in his belly is a skill, and one that Alec has honed finely enough that he can use it even now.]
[ He leaned forward, breathing harshly as his fingers latched onto the side of the chair. Letting it rock back down on the ground. Feet planted firmly on the ground as he took in rapid breaths, trying to put him to this place, his mind to his body and his blood and his bones as things that did not just swim in the void. ]
I killed and -- [ his head turned with the hold, the could taste the sea on his lips. More of it in his lungs, the same bile you'd find in a ships hull. Rancid and old and not fit for consumption. ] -- never. Never went down easy, was supposed to. I was supposed to die first.
[ death babble, standing on the edge of the chasm and he shook his head like a rabid dog as he clung to edge of reality.
It takes time, it always does. Him, here, his name, who and what and not the void. Not the black eyes in the dark. Real, real as the river, as the poison, a the dead screaming his name. ] Corvo. [ he tried to swallow down the sea in his mouth. ]
I killed and -- [ his head turned with the hold, the could taste the sea on his lips. More of it in his lungs, the same bile you'd find in a ships hull. Rancid and old and not fit for consumption. ] -- never. Never went down easy, was supposed to. I was supposed to die first.
[ death babble, standing on the edge of the chasm and he shook his head like a rabid dog as he clung to edge of reality.
It takes time, it always does. Him, here, his name, who and what and not the void. Not the black eyes in the dark. Real, real as the river, as the poison, a the dead screaming his name. ] Corvo. [ he tried to swallow down the sea in his mouth. ]
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