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Log: Ongoing
When; Night of Dec. 16th
Rating; PG, as of now.
Characters; Henry Townshend and Xulchibara, and other people in the manor if they wish to join in. :-)
Summary; Henry actually talks to someone in the household about what he's been working on.
Log;
Henry was at a point where curse days hardly affected him anymore- he'd adjust, take them in stride, and move on with his day. After a few months of extensive changes, they generally didn't bother him. So it was today- a hat had declared him some part of some world's 'house', and he had gone to classes and learned a few things that would undoubtedly be useless tomorrow, and then he went home.
However, he really had learned a few things lately. The day he spent on the boat made him realize how much time he'd been spending alone lately. He'd tried to get away from that, but even now it was his default mode. He had to remember that he had family, that he could ask them for help. If he'd recognized that any earlier, maybe he would've been able to do more in that fight against Heine. He didn't want to be useless and ineffective.
So now Henry was lurking in the hallway near Xulchibara's room. He paced back and forth in the dark before finally settling on knocking on the door.
Rating; PG, as of now.
Characters; Henry Townshend and Xulchibara, and other people in the manor if they wish to join in. :-)
Summary; Henry actually talks to someone in the household about what he's been working on.
Log;
Henry was at a point where curse days hardly affected him anymore- he'd adjust, take them in stride, and move on with his day. After a few months of extensive changes, they generally didn't bother him. So it was today- a hat had declared him some part of some world's 'house', and he had gone to classes and learned a few things that would undoubtedly be useless tomorrow, and then he went home.
However, he really had learned a few things lately. The day he spent on the boat made him realize how much time he'd been spending alone lately. He'd tried to get away from that, but even now it was his default mode. He had to remember that he had family, that he could ask them for help. If he'd recognized that any earlier, maybe he would've been able to do more in that fight against Heine. He didn't want to be useless and ineffective.
So now Henry was lurking in the hallway near Xulchibara's room. He paced back and forth in the dark before finally settling on knocking on the door.
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Windowless, and dimly lit by a pair of antique hurricane lamps, and the modest fire glowing in the elevated hearth at the center of the room, the meager light caste more shadows than it illuminated.
The same simple, but elegantly comfortable pair of red-leathered wooden chairs set at angles about a modest rolltop desk against the far right wall. The desk holds the lamp, but also an eclectic array of objects.
A stack of weathered photographs, three impecably cleaned flechettes that shone with a silvery razor's edge and contained the cold promises of delicate pain in thier slim shafts and curving blades.
These sit on a cleaning cloth, and beyond them a simple wooden bowl covered, seemingly at random, with inlaid symbols that have a tendency to shift and change if the viewer removes thier attentions from it.
The bowl has been recently cleaned for it still shines with moisture. A large white feather that seemed to possess a light all it's own, and a number of papers, some so ancient as to be crumbling, along with a few books ( recognizably some of Vincent's ) and a slim, black laptop.
There is a clear bottle with clear fluid, and a single glass, near the God's hand, and without glancing at the door, he leans back in one of those older chairs, and takes a small sip from the clear liquid.
As per usual, these days, the God in human form wore nothing but his favored dark slacks, and an insinuating smile as those chaotic lights danced with a cruel, and yet loving light.
Replacing the glass to the edge of the desk, He extended his hand toward Henry, as though fully expecting the man to cross over the blood-circle scribed on the floor and take it without any sort of hesitance.
After all, the last time Xulchilbara had touched Henry was when the God had been forced to men his broken arm, and the God believed Henry was in need of comforting.
"Enter, Dear heart, and tell me what is troubling you so.
You have worn a small hole outside my door withyour pacing...." he said, with that knowing smile.
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The room was really comfortable, and Henry's eyes fluttered shut as he took the god's hand. He stood for a few moments, content to be there. But then he wondered if that was enough.
Henry had always had a hard time bringing anything up, and he wasn't sure if what he'd been trying was all in his head anyway. So maybe he'd try it now, and see if he did anything. If nothing happened, it would be all right. It wasn't a big deal after all, right?
He kept his eyes closed and tried gathering the dark. The shadows danced, but it was hard to tell if the candle flames were merely jumping around more.
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The man seemed almost...concerned?
Not understanding that Henry's concern had been for his Lord when Heine hat blown open a large hole in Xulchilbara's throat, the God raised Henry's hand to his mouth, and brushed a feather-light kiss across the backs of Henry's knuckles.
Feeling the Serpent's trepidation in trying to both understand, and manipulate a new and bugeoning power, his Lord had been about to reassure Henry....when He felt it.
A change in the air, much like the metaphysical flexing of a muscle.
Graceful, dark brows rose as the flickering, writhing shadows started to dance across the walls.
They shifted, stretched, melted, and ran into streams of darkness to pool at Henry's feet.
The soft smile grew into a pleased, if sharp grin, and the God brought his opposing hand to clasp Henry's.
Swirling, discordant eyes fell half-closed, and as the God brought Henry's hand back to His mouth, he coaxed the man's index finger to straighten.
An echoed growling laugh blew through the corridors of Henry's mind, and Xulchilbara drew that finger into the wet, corrosive heat of His mouth.
Simultaneous to this flirtatious gesture, the God pushed a relatively small thread of connection into Henry's mark.
The seeking tendril sank in, connecting them on a level far deeper than any physical touch can achieve, and established an invisible thread of power from monster to man.
The deeply rooted part of Henry's self that excersised this new skill, that called and manipulated the shadows brushed against his Lord's own essence....and that essence pushed a measure of itself into Henry.
The increase in energy augmented Henry's still-growing abilities, and also afforded Henry a larger range of control over the dancing darkness.
YoU ArE dOiNg sO WeLl, My DaRliNg HeNrY.....I aM So VeRy pRouD oF yOu, SaRpE! His mental 'voice' communicated, along with a miniscule flare of sensation to curl low in Henry's stomach to spread a brief liquid heat through the man's lower body, and then evaporate; a taste of the approval and pride Xulchilbara felt at Henry learning this skill all on his own.
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His breath caught in his throat- as it did, it became clear that it was indeed the shadows moving, not the dancing candlelight. He made it grow until it filled most of the room, blotting out all but the tiny flames themselves. And now he knew he wasn't dreaming this, and now he was sure why he liked the dark so much.
He always did appreciate going undetected. He didn't like to be seen by people. Now, maybe, he could really do that. And maybe he could use this for his family.
He practically squirmed when Xulchibara praised him- he never searched for it like Vincent sometimes did, but it didn't make him like it any less. It was especially great after so many had been telling him he was doing something wrong. Most of his older friends (the few he had) treated him like a leper now, and he wasn't sure why. I'm glad you're happy, he said, content. I wasn't sure if I was actually doing it, which is why I was taking so long to ask you about it. It's...easier with you. But now I can work on it. You know, properly.
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Xulchilbara replied with a startingly human sentiment in his expression; one of loving exasperation.
Wher the release of such seeking, pushing energy had been more an augmentation of that which was already there, the withdrawl was like an exhale of held air.
The mark was never fully quiet in it's maker's presence, but it did not burn like a brand without direct contact.
"When did you first notice it?" He asked softly, and coaxed at thier still-conjoined hands for Henry to come closer.
Perhaps, even, close enough to kneel or better yet; sit with the God as they spoke of the changes in Henry's abilities.
The God craved touch, and more often than not, was contented just to be allowed intimate, if casual touch rather than a prelude to more.
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Then he hit on what it was, and he blushed. "....oh. After that night, when you and I and Alessa were all together...I think that might've been it." He rolled his head further into the shoulder and smiled again. "After that, I was exploring the tunnels, and the dark seemed to follow me....I thought it was in my mind, but I kept trying to prove it wasn't true...I couldn't."
He certainly didn't have to, but he gave it one more shot. He wasn't looking to gather the shadows, just send them dancing again. It was exhausting, pushing the odd thing in his head. But it was deeply satisfying, too- like a cut at the roof of one's mouth. He couldn't help but poke at it. He grinned as the shadows scattered and twirled. I'm glad you're so pleased, Lord. I am, too.
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The God smiled softly, listening, and rested his cheek against his serpent's soft hair.
At the blushing, pleasurable memory that occurred to Henry, Xulchilbara's smile only widened.
YeS...We AcHiEvEd 'MaItHuNa' WitH nOtHiNg BuT a ToUch, bUt ThaT nIgHt Was...GlOrIoUs.
He turned slightly as Henry nuzzled against his shoulder and kissed the man's cheek, while His fingers splayed across Henry's back, and rubbed delicately chaotic circles.
ThAt nIgHt fOrGeD uS iNtO tHrEe SidEs oF oNe WhoLe, anD sO iT Is nO SuRpRiSe tHaT iT qUiCkEnEd YouR lAtEnT AbIlItIeS
A sub-audibal purr at the continued nuzzling, and the God's eyes nearly slid completly shut. The hand on Henry's back pressed the subtlest of warmth through clothing, His opposing hand threading through Henry's fingers and playing with them idly.
The shoulder that bore the serpent's mark pressed against the human flesh of the God, and burned joyfully at the contact.
Xulchilbara started to rub his cheek against Henry's soft chestnut hair, savoring the feel.
I kNoW YoU aRe aN iNtRoVeRtEd CrEaTuRe, My DaRlInG...AnD I aM sO PrOuD oF yOu
He Coiled around Henry in a momentary embrace.
...BuT i mIsS yOuR ToUcH. I WaNt To tOucH YoU bOtH, tO tAsTe YoU bOtH, AnD SeE yOuR gRoWiNg AbIlItIeS He mock-pouted, referring to Alessa, Henry and Himself with a sense that they were all one unit. A single being who just so happened to possess three minds, three hearts, and three bodies.
Without bothering to keep his thoughts secreted behind mental shields ( which were far weaker with Alessa and Henry at this point, anyway) the God decided that while the serpent and reed would want thier privacy, Xulchilbara intended to ask ( or plead and demand if they refused) that they sleep in His larger bed after she had concieved.
"Or, perhaps before....but only on those evenings you feel so inclined.." He said in a sensuous tone so low, it was nearly a whisper.
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He tilted his head up to punctuate the remark with a kiss behind Xulchibara's jaw, right under his ear. Henry had never been very forward, and barring curse days likely never would be, but he was finally comfortable. The only thing that would make this better would be Alessa. And perhaps blood (preferably not his own, but not necessarily so). I missed you, too. I don't know why I get like that sometimes...but I don't mean to isolate myself. I guess I'm still not used to people wanting to be with me.
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The God shivered in response to the kiss, and finally let his burning eyes slide closed.
A slow sigh built and released as Henry's contenment made the soothing sensation of physical contact deepen.
Oddly enough for a creature such as he , to whom lust and carnality was such an integral part of his nature, these little stolen moments of simple intimacy were treasured far higher than the heated, possessive exchanges the God and his varying lovers engaged in.
Yes, it was a turn-on to engage in blood letting, and the searing pain his simple essense provoked in so many, but this....this quiet, subdued slowed entwining of limb and mind was such a rarity....and one he valued deeply. Henry was one of the few to not place those demands for domination and evisceration on Xulchilbara, and in His own way, He was grateful.
Burning eyes opened just slightly and slid lazily to regard Henry from thier corners.
" You know that I have become rather hated of late, dearest..." He stated.
Leaning his head back to rest on the chair, another sigh escaped him. This one taking more tension with it, even though His hand had settled over Henry's hip and urged the other man to sit straddled across his Lord's lap, yet still rest against Him.
...AnD tHuS, By AsSoCiAtIoN, So hAvE YoU. He continued.
DoEs ThIs aNiMoSiTy BoThEr YoU SaRpE?...DoEs YoUr WiThDraLw FrOm Us....FrOm Me StEm, EvEn iN SoMe SmAlL mEaSuRe FrOm It? He asked, the slightest of pained frowns coloring his darkly lit angelic features.
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He took a deep breath and looked up to meet the God's eyes. He loved to look into them- it was like seeing home, when he hadn't even known what it was before. It was like they were ready to rip him apart again...and that'd be okay. Maybe good, even. They were so changing, such a great force of nature...
He broke the gaze to let himself think. I don't care about their hatred. Annoyed, yes. I figure that at least a few of them would listen to me when I'm talking. But people haven't all my life, so why would they now? I just...I don't expect people to want to be around me. It's not true, I know, but I'm scared of losing you- both of you. So I was working on protection.
His mind was a quiet grumbling as he figure out the next part. His fingers curled into the back of the red god's shirt. I'm sort of scared. About this Conjurer thing. And I don't know why. It's not like I wouldn't do anything to further our plans. But when I think about it... He didn't even finish the thought, just shudders a bit. It'll be fine- good. It'll be good. I know it will.
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The God's mouth pressed softly against Henry's temple, and then travelled the short distance across his cheek to find that place on his neck that made him shiver, hands all the while brushing small aimless circles across Henry's lower back.
ShHhh...I PrOmIsE YoU, HeNrY, ThAT yOu wIlL nEvEr CoMe To hArM aS a REsUlT oF My dIrEcT AcTiOnS.
I CaN NoT DiE, bUt i WouLd RaZe ThIs CiTy tO tHe GrOuNd iF sOmEtHiNg eVeR HaPpEnnEd tO yOu oR AlEsSa...
Such firm statements, and even threats were at odds with the slow, loving tenderness He exibited in touching, and kissing Henry, but the resolve behind them was unshakable.
No romantic pledge, this was a plain statement of fact.
Xulchilbara was highly protective of that which he loved, and lest Henry doubt, the God did not restore the barriers that seperated His mind from Henry's.
Granted, He did not push into Henry's conscioussness, but left His own like an open book to share thought and emotion in equal measure.
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Of course, along with the reassurance came the that sharp rush feeling of the god's mouth on his neck. Henry's breathing almost instantly became more ragged, hitching once or twice. It was probably a good thing he wasn't trying to speak out loud. I know you would, my Lord. Thank you for that.
And he noticed that ocean of chaos lying open for him- Henry touched it tentatively, like someone sticking their toe in a pool. His soft smile became a wide one after a mere moment, and then he submerged himself in it. Or perhaps the better way to describe it was a melting. In any way, shape or form, it was a wonderful connection- he'd only felt it a few times before. It was hard to tell his thoughts apart from the god's. But since they were both settled on the future God, it didn't really matter. Henry curled around Xulchibara even more, trying to get just that tiniest little bit closer. A stray thought of his floats up from somewhere. She's going to be perfect, isn't she?
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Such deep and intimate a connection as one consciousness to another was something Xulchilbara had only shared with Alessa, and even then only recently.
That more than any form of touch, or sensation elicited a genuine groan from Him, and sent his back arching against the unforgiving chairback.
Unthinking, and uncaring anymore what they had been speaking of, His hands sought out the hem of Henry's shirt and lifted it.
A little coaxing, the rearrangment of one arm around Henry's waist to hold him still, and the searing touch of the God's mouth traced patterns across the skin of Henry's chest.
Still enjoying the slow intoxication of merging on such a deep and intimate level, the God took his time teasing, nipping, biting and sucking at as much of the heated flesh as He could reach.
Another shivering groan as Henry's hips moved, and caused a delicious friction across His own arousal, and in response He left off teasing to catch his Serpent's mouth in a posessive kiss; a demanding dance of lips and tongue.
HoW dO yOu aLwAyS tAsTe sO iNtOxIcAtInG, SaRpE?...LiKe sHaRp SwEeTnEsS He purred through thier conjoined thoughts, His body now obviously asking silently to join physically as they were mentally.
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He loved the possessive kiss. He loved being owned, protected, and loved by Xulchibara. Before he got here, he wasn't even known by anyone, much less loved. He was lost. The Order created that misguided monster, Walter Sullivan, and then they brought him together with Alessa. It was thanks to their efforts that he was here, although he'd like to think that Xulchibara would've found him anyway.
His mouth pressed hard to the god's, dancing along with the demands. In fact, he seemed to be making some demands of his own. Henry was hungry, and there were urges in him that he didn't fully understand, ones that the Red God helped fill. I do? ...well, I don't know. I'm just glad I please you. His hands moved in rather frantic ways, unsure of what exactly they were doing. Eventually, they settled on clawing at the god's back.