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[ most of the time they spend together is through the connection they share, mind to mind and in the same room even when they're across the galaxy from one another. it's a shaky arrangement at best, and rey still doesn't always quite seem to know what to do with ben, but it's not as if they can change it any longer. their connection is there to stay, and it makes everything about their dynamic different.
and then occasionally there are times like this-- a forgotten planet in the wastes, where neither the first order nor the resistance have business, and the two of them alone.
it's barely a village, and the accommodations are rudimentary at best, but even now, rey finds the lush jungle world novel and beautiful and incredible. that so much green can exist anywhere will never cease to amaze him, after a lifetime spent in the desert. he'd been perched in the window to watch the sun rise over the treetops, burning away the dew and leaving the air moisture-heavy. the sheet sticks to his skin, and he discards it as he slides his feet to the floor, padding across the tiny room to the bed.
there's a hesitant moment, as there always is, and then he's crawling onto it, dark glance flicking up over ben's body to his face, still relaxed in sleep for the moment. it never lasts, though, so he takes the opportunity to study it, seeing hints of leia, of han.. and then there's the scar, the one he'd given him. it had been an ugly, painful wound at first, and despite everything, rey doesn't regret it. ben had deserved it, had earned that pain, but-- he hates the hate he'd felt at the time.
he reaches up, callused fingertips touching the ridge of tissue, tracing it down his face; and on a whim, he leans down, lips following the same path. ]
and then occasionally there are times like this-- a forgotten planet in the wastes, where neither the first order nor the resistance have business, and the two of them alone.
it's barely a village, and the accommodations are rudimentary at best, but even now, rey finds the lush jungle world novel and beautiful and incredible. that so much green can exist anywhere will never cease to amaze him, after a lifetime spent in the desert. he'd been perched in the window to watch the sun rise over the treetops, burning away the dew and leaving the air moisture-heavy. the sheet sticks to his skin, and he discards it as he slides his feet to the floor, padding across the tiny room to the bed.
there's a hesitant moment, as there always is, and then he's crawling onto it, dark glance flicking up over ben's body to his face, still relaxed in sleep for the moment. it never lasts, though, so he takes the opportunity to study it, seeing hints of leia, of han.. and then there's the scar, the one he'd given him. it had been an ugly, painful wound at first, and despite everything, rey doesn't regret it. ben had deserved it, had earned that pain, but-- he hates the hate he'd felt at the time.
he reaches up, callused fingertips touching the ridge of tissue, tracing it down his face; and on a whim, he leans down, lips following the same path. ]
[He's never found her scars to detract from her beauty. In fact, he's actually found himself staring at her mouth on more than one occasion from across the war table because of the scar that slices through both of her lips.
Lips that he knows are soft and taste sweet.
And the fact that she's standing at his door smiling at him has absolutely nothing to do with the reason why he's so distracted by her lips. All riht, so it has a little to do with it. He sets his papers down and returns her smile easily before coming over to where she stands. It's nothing to pull her closer and shut the door soundly behind her.]
I was hoping you'd stop by.
[He leans in to kiss the scar right above her top lip on the left side.]
Lips that he knows are soft and taste sweet.
And the fact that she's standing at his door smiling at him has absolutely nothing to do with the reason why he's so distracted by her lips. All riht, so it has a little to do with it. He sets his papers down and returns her smile easily before coming over to where she stands. It's nothing to pull her closer and shut the door soundly behind her.]
I was hoping you'd stop by.
[He leans in to kiss the scar right above her top lip on the left side.]
( ooc ; can have the scars or be the one kissing. )
( summoned yet again for another part in another war of darkness verses light; chaos verses order, harmony and discord. at this rate, Noctis has to wonder why he is even surprised. it is just something else he's become accustomed to -- accepting of. that's really the point in which he's come to now: acceptance.
of everything.
his calling, his lack of a future, the duty the Astrals have entrusted him with. the sacrifices made along the way. Materia's war has become no different now. here he sits at a familiar camp site in a barren wasteland. accepting the fact he might be called time and time again before he is able to truly fulfill why he was even born.
'just another step on the road, i guess.'
Noctis can hear the shuffling behind him. he turns his head to look at the silver haired woman asleep as he stands guard. they haven't run into any of the others yet... although it's obvious how much he's changed since their last fight along side one another. it's not just how he looks either. his presence has changed, a ring on his finger, and a set of kingly raiments. he bears with him the light of his world's crystal. the anointed king to protect it.
guess it only makes sense why he's here in this war then.
'...sorry, guys. you'll have to keep waiting.' )
of everything.
his calling, his lack of a future, the duty the Astrals have entrusted him with. the sacrifices made along the way. Materia's war has become no different now. here he sits at a familiar camp site in a barren wasteland. accepting the fact he might be called time and time again before he is able to truly fulfill why he was even born.
'just another step on the road, i guess.'
Noctis can hear the shuffling behind him. he turns his head to look at the silver haired woman asleep as he stands guard. they haven't run into any of the others yet... although it's obvious how much he's changed since their last fight along side one another. it's not just how he looks either. his presence has changed, a ring on his finger, and a set of kingly raiments. he bears with him the light of his world's crystal. the anointed king to protect it.
guess it only makes sense why he's here in this war then.
'...sorry, guys. you'll have to keep waiting.' )
[There are a lot of scars waiting to be kissed under that parka.]
[ He has a lot of scars, but I'm down to have him in either role. ]
Gabriel was always the first to wake up and start his day before Derek ever would, despite his attempts to make him sleep in a little bit longer than yesterday or the day before that. He's definitely made progress on that front since they've started living together but waking up at nine o' clock in the morning was still too early. No matter how quietly or how slowly Gabe tries to leave every morning, Derek somehow knows he's up, even if he doesn't look to be awake himself.
Derek hears the start of the shower running, sleeping till the sound of the water shutting off before he starts to stir awake. He groans softly as he sits up, bringing the covers a little closer to ward off the morning chill, as he rubs at his eyes. Morning people truly are too powerful and need to be stopped. He blinks a few times to adjust to the morning light, watching as Gabe comes back into the room.
He catches the sight of his all too familiar scars as he searches through his dresser, noticing the slow change in them now that Jacob wasn't adding to them or aggravating the skin with silver. Most were starting to fade nicely, the bigger ones that he once patched up seemed to be following suit.
There was a morning raspiness to his voice when Derek speaks but he doesn't mind it much, "They're looking better now. Your scars." He gently smiles as he comments on them, glad that he doesn't have to worry about patching up the next one that would have been added if Gabe and Christian were still living at the estate.
How many more additions would there have been if they had stayed there up until now, he wondered. How many times would he have stayed outside Jacob's office listening to it happen before he would have gone against his better judgment and intervened? He shoves the thought away, it was all in the past now. Why dwell on such things when he didn't need to anymore.
Derek hears the start of the shower running, sleeping till the sound of the water shutting off before he starts to stir awake. He groans softly as he sits up, bringing the covers a little closer to ward off the morning chill, as he rubs at his eyes. Morning people truly are too powerful and need to be stopped. He blinks a few times to adjust to the morning light, watching as Gabe comes back into the room.
He catches the sight of his all too familiar scars as he searches through his dresser, noticing the slow change in them now that Jacob wasn't adding to them or aggravating the skin with silver. Most were starting to fade nicely, the bigger ones that he once patched up seemed to be following suit.
There was a morning raspiness to his voice when Derek speaks but he doesn't mind it much, "They're looking better now. Your scars." He gently smiles as he comments on them, glad that he doesn't have to worry about patching up the next one that would have been added if Gabe and Christian were still living at the estate.
How many more additions would there have been if they had stayed there up until now, he wondered. How many times would he have stayed outside Jacob's office listening to it happen before he would have gone against his better judgment and intervened? He shoves the thought away, it was all in the past now. Why dwell on such things when he didn't need to anymore.
[has a number of minor scars on his hands and arms from practice and certainly a few larger sword-scars on his torso; can be either]
[ It's the last night before Caspian has to go back to London, and Izzy is trying very hard not to take out her self-pity in advance. It's been a lovely time of small intimacies, of carefully stepping into the new space created between them by acknowledging that they want a different kind of relationship than a friendship.
She's not usually so cautious, especially not when it comes to physical intimacy, but with Caspian... well, taking it slow has just felt like the way to go. He's a bit old-fashioned after all, and has a tendency to start stumbling over himself when he gets flustered. Which happens... very easily.
Still. This is their last night together for a while, even if Izzy fully intends on asking Magnus to portal her to London as soon as possible.
They're in Caspian's hotel room (Izzy followed him in hidden by glamour to avoid questions) and have fallen into a comfortable silence, sitting on his bed and just enjoying each other's presence. She likes that they can do that, just be with each other without any need for anything in particular to be happening. Not even talking.
She's holding one of his hands in hers, exploring it with her fingertips. He has beautiful hands, she thinks. Then again she thinks all of him is pretty beautiful.
She takes note of all the little scars she can see, and an impulse makes her lift his hand to her lips so that she can kiss one of them. It just... felt like the right thing to do. ]
She's not usually so cautious, especially not when it comes to physical intimacy, but with Caspian... well, taking it slow has just felt like the way to go. He's a bit old-fashioned after all, and has a tendency to start stumbling over himself when he gets flustered. Which happens... very easily.
Still. This is their last night together for a while, even if Izzy fully intends on asking Magnus to portal her to London as soon as possible.
They're in Caspian's hotel room (Izzy followed him in hidden by glamour to avoid questions) and have fallen into a comfortable silence, sitting on his bed and just enjoying each other's presence. She likes that they can do that, just be with each other without any need for anything in particular to be happening. Not even talking.
She's holding one of his hands in hers, exploring it with her fingertips. He has beautiful hands, she thinks. Then again she thinks all of him is pretty beautiful.
She takes note of all the little scars she can see, and an impulse makes her lift his hand to her lips so that she can kiss one of them. It just... felt like the right thing to do. ]
((Multiple self-induced scars over his chest and stomach.))
[ The angelic runes on her body are sort of scars in a way, they burn when they are inscribed on the skin.
She also has a scar on her upper back from a deep stab wound that didn't heal right. That one has some serious emotional baggage attached to it. ]
She also has a scar on her upper back from a deep stab wound that didn't heal right. That one has some serious emotional baggage attached to it. ]
Edited 2018-03-08 15:28 (UTC)
[Either role. Slowposting prose preferred, MCU preferred for this meme. Can play either Winter Soldier or post-Winter Soldier Bucky]
Vamp Dads need love, too.
[ either role, but probably the kissee, the left shoulder needs some love. ]
Steve gently pulls Bucky close and drops a kiss to his left shoulder, currently missing his left arm. Bucky is still wet from his shower but Steve could care less. He looks like he feels better at least, so he hopes he really does. "Wanna have some dinner and cuddle a little bit?" Today had been a little rough for them both. Both of them had counseling separately and then together. Things were said, things were confessed and it had been both enlightening and draining. Steve did feel better though, to understand a little more about where Bucky was coming from and where he was mentally. They still had a long way to go, but they were making progress.
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