Unexpected expectations [cw]

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Rian

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Unexpected expectations [cw]
« on: February 09, 2020, 08:25:05 PM »

Time! There wasn't enough of it. Not in a day, or a week, or a month. It felt like sand in her fingers, which was terrifying, considering just how far into the future time spread before Rian. But lately is had been fleeting. Never a chance to take a moment for herself, at least not one long enough to cross even the short distance between the inn and the district of landen farmers Briar had taken stewardship over.

And he had less time that she did. Surrounded by the short lived who worried about every hitch in the wind or chill in the air. Fretted about seasons and moons and needed constant reassuring. For a season they had been mostly separated, threads reaching out to keep connected. Opal tangling with Blood Opal, or sometimes his Red slithered into her room, dark enough to bridge the whole distance for a quick chat before their days started.

So much time apart! Rian had grown used to his visits. When he'd been wild and still half crazed. His presence always a threat, but his appearance almost half expected. And then they'd become friends. Bridges built and broken. She'd grown used to his absence. Unhappy in it, but resigned, until it had all flipped again. Whispered secrets and needy fingers changing the shape of their relationship yet again.

Worse when the world shook and Talimar forbade all unaccompanied walks. Rian could hardly make it out the back door to her garden, much less down the road to Briar, without her brother barking after her. And it seemed horrible to take to the wing and leave him behind. Even for a quick afternoon of petting. But today...

Today Rian had been willing to wait any longer. Dragging her brother half way to the landen village, until they could meet Briar on the road. The inn sure to survive a few hours without both of them present. Rian sure to die if she couldn't be sure Briar was still somewhat hers. Somehow hers. "Hi." Her greeting shy under her brother's sardonic smirk. As if he could somehow judge her and her strange, budding relationship with her warlord prince.

Wings tucked tight down her back, Rian waved him away with a scowl. Hand furiously flapping behind her back while she slid the other into Briar's. Eyes rolling and laughter not completely unkind, Tali relented, hands in his pockets as he turned back for the long, boring walk home. Unlikely to find a romp on the lonely stretch or road he'd already walked. Prepared to torment his sister for a week about having to chaperon her to hers. Even if it had been his own rule.

The world was just too damned sideways for extra risks these days.

"He's gone insane." Rian explained, casting a quick glance over her shoulder. "You'd think the roads would all suddenly be populated with raiders because the Winds have vanished again." A phenomena no one had a good answer for, though they'd heard plenty of rumors in the days following. And suffered some of the after shocks when a flaming ball of Rian couldn't say what had pierced the roof of the inn and buried itself beneath their floor boards.

She yearned to flatten herself against Briar's chest, but she was never sure where the boundaries began and ended. Was always a little struck at the sight of him after so long without. Heart beat a little fast and stomach tied in knots at the long years of memories between them. Wild, mind-tangled Briar. Stiff, angry Briar. Briar's eager lips and eagerer hands. Sleeping Briar. And all the pitfalls and trusting that had brought them from one to the other.

"I've missed you!" She blurted, wings flaring defensively at the admittance. Her palm flattening against his so she could measure the length of their fingers against each other before clutching hard at him. Blushing, Rian laughed at herself with much less kindness than her brother had, and his her face in the warm swell of Briar's chest.

Briar

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Re: Unexpected expectations
« Reply #1 on: February 10, 2020, 12:05:22 AM »
Finally. A dozen lonesome nights melted away. The broody mood that had hung over Briar like a rain cloud parted the instant Rian appeared in the distance. Every step that brought them closer made his grin wider. He had been waiting impatiently at a bend in the road a few miles outside of the village. Arrival early out of over eagerness.Who could blame him when the woman he was coming to meet had a smile like that?

”Hello.” Hand reaching for hers he gave back her greeting with only a small measure of her bashfulness. Too excited to have her to himself to be embarrassed by the awkwardness of Talimar’s presence or the strangeness that the long weeks stretching between their last visit had caused. The memory did heat his cheeks, though. Color creeping up and around his ears. A rut stained blur of frustration turned jubilation. With heavy smatterings of mortification slathered over the whole. Stepping close to her side he spared a farewell nod to Talimar and a promise to get her home safe. Catching up between men would have to come later. Time was a commodity now. One that had kept them apart too long already.

He chuckled at Rian’s charges. ”He’s just being careful.” A sentiment that Briar could wholeheartedly agree with. He knew that Rian could protect herself, but he didn’t want her to have to. And who could say what would blow in on the broken Winds to populate the roads? It was inconvenient, and it nearly killed him every time he had to tell her that he couldn’t squeeze in a visit that week. Not when things had gone so… unexpectedly, between them recently. Rian didn’t seem any surer about it all than he did. Nervous energy radiated off her sun-kissed skin. She didn’t jump into his arms, and he didn’t sweep her up the way he wanted to. They both just stood there for a moment. He sucked his bottom lip anxiously as the seconds lengthened.

Mouth cracking open he shut it again when she spoke first. The very same words he had been about to voice tumbling out in a flurry of wings. Rocking from heel to toe he smiled wide. ”I miss you too.” They had said as much on a dozen morning chats, and along ten times as many brushes of probe to psyche. Face to face it was different though. Briar blushed happily, and Rian did too. But her face tucked into his chest to hide, so he didn’t think it was joy turning her pink. Wings twitching forward he made a pocket around them. Extra seclusion on the empty stretch of road. It made the wilderness around them fade away. He ran his fingers up her back. Pressing gently at the joints of her wings and working his way up to her shoulders. Broad thumb catching her chin he tipped her face back up. Laughter on his lips as he bent down to get her lips on his lips.

The flavor was different without rut on his back. Sweet, with an edge of clarity he had lacked before. He wanted to take his time, but they were short on that. ”I’m so glad you’re here. Not just for kissing, either,” They had talked about the progress in the village. More houses than tents now, a proper (if roughly built) hall for conducting business. ”I can’t wait for you to see it all.” Did he have to take her on a tour first, or could they go straight back to his cabin? ”But, I’d like to have you alone a little while first.” He admitted, thumb tracing her wrist as he lowered his wings to let them walk. It wasn’t a long trip by any means. And even the summer sun beating down on them couldn’t ruin the moment. Brair was pretty sure nothing could. Especially once they reached his front door and he could pull her inside- into another a lengthy kiss. Tongue tracing her full lips and reacquainting itself with the edges of her teeth. Hands resting on her hips while he rustled up a few probes to ward anyone away from the house.

”I was starting to think it was more fantasy than memory, but you really do taste that good.”

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Re: Unexpected expectations
« Reply #2 on: February 10, 2020, 04:16:10 AM »

Rian pretended to have forgotten how big he was. A shade taller than her closest brother. Castes heavier on the air. Everything else broader. But she hadn't forgotten, not really. Shy smiles turning to a bashful exchange, and the security she'd been looking for quick to rise when she pressed into his chest.

Wide black wings blotting out the sun. Outside world kept there by the protective circle of his wings. Rian had stood in them a dozen times. Hiding within the safety of Briar's physical presence, and the fierce protectiveness of his castes. Today she wasn't afraid. Just overcome, by shyness, by happiness. By the strange awkwardness in the air. Not afraid, but wanting that shield anyway. Smiling into the warmth of him because he'd missed her too.

Which she'd known. But it was different. Better, with his hand to trace a shiver up her spine. His touch made Rian scoot in closer. Arms tucking up along his body as she flattened against him. The urging of his fingertips barely needed to tip her face up to his. Laughter met with a smile before they were kissing. Rian's fingers squeezed over his chest before curling into her palms. A softer kiss than the rut suppressed ones he'd pressed on her before.

Strangely, there was less hesitation this time.

"Me too, me too." Unclenching her fist, Rian ran her hand up his neck so she could cup his cheek in her palm. Reassuring herself that this was real. And allowed. "I have to admit, I came mostly for the kissing." She teased, a faint hint of grittiness at the back of her throat. A shy, fantom of a purr. Grinning and pink, Rian kissed his cheek and allowed herself to be lead the rest of the way to the village. Happier with her escort for this leg of the journey.

She looked as she walked, but did not linger. Content in the silence between them. Uninterested in slowing their pace to better peruse the changes. Rian wanted inside, where Briar wanted her. With Briar. Door barely shut behind them before she was slipping her arms around his neck and surrendering to a proper kiss. One with tongue and teeth and her fingers in his hair.

"Impressive that you remember." She breathed against his cheek, kissing the corner of his mouth. Rian's hips rocked into his hands, wings loosely unfurled, ready to slip out of his way, should his hands wander. At a loss for words, Rian drew his bottom lip between her own and slid her outstretched fingers across his shoulder and down his arm. Palm fitting over muscles and elbow. Heart beat even quicker now, and the knots in her stomach turning warm.

Attraction blooming, for all she had tried to salt the soil it grew in. Kissing him hard, Rian drew a path from his elbow to his stomach. The shoulder of her blouse slipping down her arm. The back was low, cut to give her wings total freedom. It had raised more than one pair of eyebrows when she'd left that morning. Rian had ignored the stares, and Talimar's batting eyelashes. To hell with what they thought, which was probably the truth.

It was a blouse designed to slide out of easily.

Sighing into his mouth, Rian gave a little shiver and pressed herself against him. "You smell nice." Nose dragged along his cheek so she could kiss the pulse at his throat. He did smell very, very nice. Especially there, tongue darting out to taste the heat of his skin.

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Re: Unexpected expectations
« Reply #3 on: February 10, 2020, 04:23:20 PM »

Eyes bright Briar met her gaze, cheek nuzzled to the hand she cupped there. Mouth still wet from their long awaited kiss. Not quite as urgent as their very first kiss, after decades of longing, but just as fulfilling. Anticipation from weeks of waiting to pick up where his exhaustion had left off squirmed in his gut. ”That’s okay. There’s going to be plenty of it. I even took a nap, just to make sure.” He joked. The subtle huskiness in her voice painted the smile on his face, and he could feel a ball of knotted muscle easing between his wings. He felt lighter than he had in months, which was disconcerting because he hadn’t realized he felt heavy to begin with.

That buoyancy carried him through the walk. There were few new things to discuss between them. All the details of long days and trying nights shared to fill the space created by distance. The silence now was comfortable though. Their fingers laced together as they both tried to hurry without looking in a hurry. Cabin spilled into with a chuckle as Rian let him pull her right into another dance of lips and tongues. She scraped his scalp, they breathed one another’s spent air, and pressed needy bodies together. Separating without parting to whisper in one another’s ears. ”How could I forget?” He had been dreaming of it for nearly a quarter of a century. Once had, the scent of her body and taste of her kiss were the best parts of his daydreams.

Lip caught and nibbled he gave a short, pleased grunt. It made the very tip of his spear tingle. He traced the bow of her upper lip with his tongue. Quiet while they kissed so thoroughly, but far from still. Fingers roaming her back he cupped the roots of her wings and fanned freshly calloused skin over her dark sails. He liked the shirt she wore. Not just for the low cut back, but for the way it clung in the front too. She was always beautiful to Briar, but he knew her usual workday wardrobe and this was not it. She had dressed up, for him. It was flattering, even if it wasn’t altogether surprising. He had tried on seven different shirts before settling on the dark crimson on he wore. The buttoned up collars and sleeves he had lived in for years cast aside for a more casual fitted tunic. They were better for working in the heat, but still cared for well enough that he was presentable.

Their petting hands shifted her sleeve, which drooped down her arm. He traced the same trail from shoulder to elbow with the knuckles of one hand. The other sat at the small of her back. Positioned carefully to make sure the sleeve would keep falling if she shrugged it back into place. He wanted her out of it, to feel her flush to his flesh again. ”So do you.” He breathed back, tipping his chin up as she tickled just below his jaw.  He tossed a look around the sparse room. It was clean and uncluttered. A makeshift sink sat beside a heavy cabinet. There was a table that folded out of the cabinet to reveal a few shelves where he stored a few dry goods, a basket of eggs, two mismatched plates and a frying pan. A stool sat in front of the sink, providing the only place to sit- other than his bed. Thick linen wrapped around a thin feather mattress then topped by furs and a faded quilt. The rumpled covers and cold fireplace were the only proof that anyone had ever lived in the house at all. Briar simply didn’t have much in the way of personal belongings, and those he did have he didn’t like to part with. Clothes stored in his cabinet, along with the framed rose that slept on his mantle by night but stayed in his care any other time. ”Want to sit?” He offered voice gravely and low despite his efforts to keep it even. Chin motioning towards the bed he tried to convince himself that it was a fair question. She had walked a long way and he had no other seat to offer, he reasoned!

They could settle in comfortably there. Kiss until they were both half distracted. He could pull her into his lap, and out of that shirt. Help her out of each sleeve since they were practically falling off anyway. He wanted to stick his thumbs around her ribs until they tucked under her breasts. Feel their weight and really touch them. With a clear head that wasn’t pulsing with sleeplessness.

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Re: Unexpected expectations
« Reply #4 on: February 10, 2020, 07:48:28 PM »

His flattery, earnest in a way that didn't make it sound or feel like flattery, made Rian's heart trip over itself. The heat in her stomach rising up toward her cheeks. It left a trail. Stomach drawing tight and neck growing pink as well. It had been an interesting experience, Briar's rut. One to blush and laugh over, as they had earlier when he'd joked about staying awake.

Or try to laugh over. It still felt too heavy to Rian. Too unreal. Not his rut, but all the things that had come to light because of it. That Briar wanted this. Hands spanning her back. Pressing into her flight muscles as they cupped the base of her wings before spreading across the dark membranes. She shivered. These were things she'd want to do. To feel the crispness of his hair. The shape of the muscle along his arm and abdomen.

An interest she hadn't expected to share with him. Half drowned desires she'd been given permission to allow rein. All was well. It hadn't been disgust that had driven Briar away, but rejection. Rejection she hadn't even meant to inflict when she'd half tumbled with the scar dancing Maeve. "Mmm," she hummed, tasting the shadow cast along his jaw. Fingers twitching in his tunic as he followed her sleeve down her arm. Not daring to move too much for fear it would draw the fabric back up her arm, or more of it down.

Sucking his lobe, Rian was ready to deny him. Tongue rolling to the roof of her mouth, because no, she didn't want to sit. She wanted to stay like this. Close and touching. Not sit down like a pair of old hens to tea. But she followed his gaze before saying it. Finally looking at the single room of his cabin. Rough and bare. With hardly anywhere to sit. No where, in fact, aside from a small stool and his bed. And Briar wasn't gesturing at the stool.

"Yes." The word stuck, making Rian have to clear her throat. Threading her fingers through his, she let Briar lead her. Curling onto the bed with him to resume their kissing. An edge to each pass of lip and tongue. Mattress and blankets singing a soft song of rustling whispers beneath them while the tension mounted. Rian's stomach twisted harder and tighter. The heat of it all filling her body until she was sure even her toes were flush. Felt them curl tight as Briar drew her into his lap.

Eager hands that helped him with his tunic. Even as his stripped the sleeves from her arms and freed her breasts. With a sigh that was half growl, Rian pressed them to him. Bare chest to bare chest. Her nipples hard, hungry points she flattened against his chest, hips rocking forward. Rian kissed him harder and tipped back so he could have what they both wanted. Her own hands not wholly empty as she spread them across his chest and stomach. Swept one lower to the waistband of his trousers.

What was the point in denying themselves now? The risk associated with rut was long past. And so was the shame and confusion that had tangled so many of their other encounters. Besides, Rian didn't want to wait any longer. She wanted to rock her hips toward his hips, as she did now, breasts bare and high, without the hollowness between them. She wanted to be filled with the spear she held tight in her hand.

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Re: Unexpected expectations
« Reply #5 on: February 10, 2020, 10:45:58 PM »
Briar had lived a life full of wanting. None of it trivial either. Wanting parents, a family, to go out and play with other children. Freedom. Security. Respect. Most of those things had not come to pass. Or else the cost of them was too high to enjoy. This, though, Rian in his arms and in his heart… He couldn’t say it was what he wanted most in his life, but he could say that finally having such an important want fulfilled was worth the suffering. If it had all culminated down to this point, so that he could have this woman for his own- then he would do it again.

She caught his ear when he turned his head to offer a more comfortable place for their kissing. Attention slow to take in the room and see the place he pointed out. When she did she agreed. Heat sticking the word in her mouth. Making a noose that looped around his balls and tugged on them in urgency. He liked the sound. He liked the quick way she accepted such an intimate setting. And he liked most of all the way she looped small fingers around his broad ones. It was hard to walk even those few steps, both too busy trying to keep every part of themselves touching. He made it a quick shuffle footed dance.

The bed was too firm to sink into, but it was perfect for lounging on. Legs stretched out he sat hip to hip with her. Torso turned so that he could cup her chin with his hand. Mouth suckling at plump limps that made his spear spring to life in painful speed. He groaned wordlessly at the stiffness and soothed it by palming her hips and dragging her to sit across his thighs. If she noticed the lump she didn’t mind. Their kisses grew sharper. Teeth flashing to nip at slick lips, or to dip down and suck at one another’s throats. Only breaking briefly to see his shirt over his head; Rian’s pulled down rather than up. Heated skin to heated skin he lead his hands up to her ribs. Sweeping the warmth under her breasts as she leaned in to press them to his chest. He could feel the beads of her nipples brushing just below his own. Hands feverish he tried to slip them higher. To feel the little points against the center of his palms.

Hips driving her across his thigh Briar groaned again. Unused to the sound of his own desire, the dark grit startled him. A jump that put goosebumps down his arms. He hid it in between her breasts as she bowed up to give them to him. Blush hidden in the flush of desire he already wore he came up for air then turned his tongue to her nipple. It was firm and tried to resist the motion of his swirling tongue. Mouth locking around the base he sucked it deep, relishing the ‘pop’ that came with another moan. Hard spear teased by an exploratory grip. He rocked into the circle her fingers made. And realized with an unpleasant squirm that his own relief was not nearly as far away as he would like it to be. ”How long will you stay?” How many times could they fuck? He mouthed her other breast while he waited for her to answer. The hand not cupping his treat to his lips slipped down her front. Under the pool of her shirt, into shadowed places were curls and wetness grew. ”I want to taste you right there.” He teased, thumb quick to find the epicenter of her pleasure. He had years of practice on pleasing women, and he thought it only fair to make sure all her waiting was as satiated as his was sure to be. Because he wasn’t sure he would last long enough to get it in if she kept touching him that way.

Briar laid back, a hand on her back to keep her breast where he could tongue them. The other working fervently between her thighs. He didn’t know how quickly things would go, but he did know he wanted to see all of her from that angle before he rolled her over and yanked the rest of her clothing off.

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Re: Unexpected expectations
« Reply #6 on: February 11, 2020, 05:17:53 AM »

Rian moaned, fingers curling around the back of Briar's neck, thumb sweeping his hair. She held him to her breast as if he sought to leave it, and was not merely trying to suck her nipple from her body. Brushing goosebumps from his shoulder, Rian tucked her chin to kiss his hair where it sprung away from his scalp. Disheveled from her petting.

"As long as I can." Rian promised, forever on the verge of her tongue. He felt very good in her hand. Seen but never really felt. Not this way, sliding between her fingers rather than brushing her hip or pressing into her thigh. Their kissing grew more feverish, as did the touching. Rian leaned, one breast higher than the other in offer to Briar, the other lower with the shoulder she dropped to stroke his spear, tip rolled in her fingers as he slipped a hand under her skirts.

Rian's breath caught, hips bucking at his thumb. "Oh." Yes. Definitely yes. Whimpering, Rian followed him down. Elbow holding her upright so she didn't bury him between her breasts, she rode his fingers with the same rhythm she stroked his spear, face pressed into the hollow between his shoulder and jaw and as she panted. And moaned. And twitched. "Briar." Rian moaned, begging as she sought his lips for her own. Body vibrating with need.

There would be no rut induced exhaustion to leave them unfulfilled this time. Sitting up over his hips, Rian adjusted her skirts, and admired the way he looked, beneath her, especially. Head falling back she followed the teasing of his fingers. Higher, closer to the edge, closer to the promise of his tongue while she worked her skirts free. A moan turning to a squeal as the door opened. Afternoon sunlight tumbling in around a large shadow.

Rian jerked her arms up around her breasts, wings flaring in preparation to flee. But there was no where to fly away to in the cabin, and no where to hide from the buffeting of power that followed the sunlight in.

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Re: Unexpected expectations
« Reply #7 on: February 11, 2020, 08:02:27 PM »

No one had gone. They all whimpered and whined and whispered, but no one had gone. Eremiar could not blame them, fully. Eyes dark as he looked across the jagged horizon to the dark peak of Ebon Rih. Looked until looking would not do any longer.

No need for Winds when his wings were broad. Darkness incarnate that blocked out the sun and frightened the little lambs below. People from another place. Wingless, short lived Blood who had come to take refuge in Askavi. Bleating as he sent a ripple of air down their streets on his landing. Ere just grinned.

Grinned and ignored the warnings cast by his son's Red. He was not afraid of Briar, even with his snake tooth. The boy was doing better, or had been before he'd run off to hide, but he still wasn't a warrior proper. Eremiar meant to fix that still. But it was hard to make a man out of someone surrounded by wailing children farmers.

Or who was too busy being straddled by a woman. Ere huffed, eyes rolling. Opal chasing the girl from Briar's lap. She cried too. Mewling and hissing as she covered her exposed breasts and flared her wings in fright. As if Eremiar wanted a peek at her tits. What use had he for them? Less than his son, certainly.

Frowning, he filled the door. Arms crisscrossing his chest. Wings dragging dirt onto the stoop. Craft swirling through parted barriers. Trap, trap, trap. Every pair of tits and any shallow cunt a trap. Waiting to turn strong men weak, and weak men into tools. Teeth bared, he flashed them at the hissing kitten skittering across Briar's bed.

He remembered this one. Last time she'd smelled like a Warlord. Double trap. Rocking on his heels, Ere leveled a look at his son and jerked his chin toward the door. They had things to do. Things that were not womenmen.

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Re: Unexpected expectations
« Reply #8 on: February 12, 2020, 12:36:20 AM »
”Good.” Until her brother came to drag her back then. They could have a tumble, then a rest, and then a better one. Let the desperation out in a quick bid for relief now. Learn one another at length later. Not that Rian wasn’t doing a fine job of studying him already. Spear teased while he returned the favor on a dusky nipple. It’s hard pucker softened under his attention. Warm mouth and attentive tongue stroking it to a fine point. Humms of pleasure vibrated his sucking lips as she rolled the tip of his spear between her fingers. It sent pleasant jolts towards his spine.

He used the same rhythm once he had worked his hand up her skirts. The place he really wanted to fit his mouth to stroked. She didn’t answer his teasing though. Not in words. A breathless ‘oh’ could mean anything, but the rocking of her hips only had one interpretation. They shifted lower on the bed. Rian’s breasts spilling down on his face. Smiling into her cleavage he cocked his hips higher. Knees bent behind her ass to keep his spear close to her hand. She stroked him with the same vigor he dipped his fingers into her center with. Thumb strumming a seperate tune at the bundle of nerves that crowned her sex.

Palm cupping her thigh he led her up his body little by little. Smile fiercely victorious as she adjusted her skirts and scooted to his chest. He purred and tried to wiggle closer. The scent of her lust was sweet, target so close he could almost taste her on the air. Until the flavor fled a fresh breeze that zipped in through the door. Rian fled too, hips twisting to see the intruder, then skittering across the bed as he assaulted her with a flare of power. Briar didn’t consciously react. His Red sprung up defensively without his calling. A shield blocking Rian as he growled at the doorway. ”Get out!” Anger swirled in shades of red before his eyes adjusted to the light. Then the sight of his idiot father turned the rage into irritation that was purely fueled by his spear.

”No!” He whined at the picture talk Eremiar poured into his head. ”Go away, I’m busy.” Their relationship was still a strange one. Briar was pretty sure everything about the man that had unwillingly sired him would always be strange. An inheritance of sorts even. But they got along well enough despite their odd natures. At least, they did when Rian wasn’t in the middle. Wing rising up to block her from the other man’s sight he huffed a the look he was given. ”I’m. Busy. Go. Away.” He repeated. When Eremiar didn’t budge Briar dug at his eyes with balled fists. Physical frustration boiling over he growled, ”You couldn’t have waited two damn minutes? Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for today, damn you?!”

There wouldn’t be any understanding. You couldn’t describe a rainbow to a blindman. Or music to the deaf. If Eremiar had ever comprehended love, or even just lust, it had been driven out of him by Witch’s use. Maybe even before then. They had never really discussed Eremiar’s life. Mostly they just hit one another with sticks. Briar held a rock of pity for his father’s learned distrust. One he used to level his temper when they did have a disagreement. A rock that he couldn’t seem to find at that moment. ”What in Hell do you want?” He finally asked a dissatisfied grumble.

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Re: Unexpected expectations
« Reply #9 on: February 13, 2020, 04:48:52 PM »

Eremiar snorted. Busy. His eyes rolled, shoulders rolling with them so that his wings rose and fell with them. Stirring little puffs of dirt as they lifted and landed again. Busy. His mouth opened in silent laughter. He had seen plenty of busy on his way over. People in the crop fields. People busy on the roads. Bandits busy in the ditches.

This was not busy.

This was lunacy.

Ere shook his head. Shrugged an apology that was not sympathetic. He was there now. He did lift a skeptical eyebrow and the thought of much being accomplished in two minutes. Especially when the pair were still mostly dressed. The black widow was busy redressing herself. Hiding behind Briar's wing as she adjusted her clothing to cover her body again rather than display it.

She cast a glance as annoyed as Briar's over his son's shoulder. But there was fear at the corners of her eyes. Fear Briar did not exhibit. Probably because he had been hit often enough by Eremiar to worry less about the pain. And because his Jewel gave him a fighting chance. Plus he was stupid. The warlord girl was not. She knew Eremiar could and would kill her. And easily.

Watching her press into the hollow between Briar's wings, fingers curling over his shoulder, Ere flexed. Agitation stretching skin over muscles and bone. Even now, he carried no extra fat on his body. Just lean mass. And murder. Palming one elbow, Eremiar stroked his chin. Barriers parting to spin a picture.

It rose, dark and malignant. The once beautiful Keep. Even just its image conjured her. Her presence, insidious and terrifying. Her laughter always mocking. Ere grunted, snuffing the image out with clenching of his fist. They needed to go see. To find whatever talked about but did not understand or know.

The girl hissed, fingers digging in to Briar's shoulder.

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Re: Unexpected expectations [cw]
« Reply #10 on: February 17, 2020, 12:49:58 PM »
Brow puckering Briar frowned heavily at Eremiar. Busy, He insisted, even knowing that it was futile to argue the point. He worked hard, he trained hard, he put in the hours! He wasn’t going to pretend he didn’t deserve time to tend more personal needs. Not even the sex, though the spear that refused to flag between his legs suggested otherwise. He had been looking forward to a day without responsibility. A day curled up with a person that made him feel like a person.

The ‘too fucking bad’ rise and fall of his father’s shoulder made his gut roiling in hot disappointment. He turned an angry red cheek to the door to look at Rian. Face in the gap between shoulder and wing. ”I really mean two minutes. Overall, anyway, maybe the first round.” Licking his lips he sighed at her quick dressing. Even if he could have kicked Eremiar out the mood was lost now. ”I’m sorry. This isn’t how today was supposed to go.”

He knew that she knew it, but he said it anyway. Reaching around to brush his thumb over her knuckles and help her fit her shoulders back into her blouse before he stood to pull his own pants up into place. When he sat again Rian molded into his spine. Hands warm on his shoulders and breath fluttering by his ear. He could feel her pulse against his wings. But he didn’t look at her, much as he wished he could reassure her that everything was fine. His father was too crazy to make those sorts of promises. Muscle tensing in answer to Eremiar’s twitch of wing and muscle. Eyes narrowing in warning. ”Better be a damn good reason.” He said to encourage the other warlord prince to stay on topic.

He didn’t want to fight Eremiar. Or for Rian to be terrified anytime they were together. He needed them both for different reasons and Hell take his soul he wanted to have them both peaceably. Even if never in the same room.

Thoughts of any sort of future were drowned by the past, though. An all too familiar place rising in his mind’s eye as Eremiar filled the air with the image. It made him hold his breath. Cheeks sucked in as a wash of memories threatened to erupt from old wounds in his spirit. The pull of emotion mixed into Eremiar’s silent statement was urgent. But Briar was unconvinced.  ”It’s been this long, what are we supposed to find? Why does it even have to be us?” He asked angrily.

But he knew the answers. They- he especially- were familiar with the Keep. If something was different, they would find it more easily than any other Eyrien. And if someone else was going to investigate they would have by now. Shifting on the bed he found his shirt and pulled it back on forcefully. ”You know, I’m not just hanging around here doing fuck all, Ere. You could have given me a heads up. Made someone send me a letter, or a thread, for Darkness sake. This was the one day I’d set aside personal time. The only one. And now you’ve ruined it.”

There would be more fussing, but he tightened the laces of his boots and sighed in resignation. Turning towards Rian he caught her around the waist, then shot a raised eyebrow at Eremiar. ”I’m coming. Go wait outside. With the damn door closed.” He wanted a few seconds to smooth over the pricking of nerves on his skin. A dose of Rian to keep him sane before he went back to that place. It stuck like a lump in his throat. ”Will you wait around while I go? I’ll want to see you ten times as much after being there.” And he might need a black widow that knew his history around. The chalice was a delicate thing.

Rian

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Re: Unexpected expectations [cw]
« Reply #11 on: February 25, 2020, 05:10:05 AM »

Rian might have laughed. Eyebrows puckering at Briar's explanation, she was too concerned with the harassing bulk of his father to be much concerned with the shortness of whatever lovemaking they had been about to partake in. Two minute or otherwise. But she sensed the stir of male ego beneath the words. The promise for better and more. So while she couldn't laugh, she could press her cheek to the hand that helped hers.

"I know." But the days had been filled with unintended interruptions. Plans constantly changing due to change. They had an eternity to work it out between them, and Rian thought they had a small chance at it. There was that web, after all. The one they'd wove together. It was easy to forgive Briar this intrusion. Less easy to come was forgiveness for Eremiar, from whom Rian hid. Pressed safely to Briar's back.

Her fingers tried to soothe the tension in his shoulders. And then the roil that went through his body. Rian only half recognized the place Eremiar conjured, barrier so open that she caught most of what he projected as well. Much as she didn't want to. She would have known just by Briar's reaction, and her hands tightened on his shoulder as she sucked air through her teeth. Pressing her cheek against his neck, she retreated into her Opal. Away from Eremiar's bleeding emotions.

His psyche was like a stink in the room. Permeating.

And she was afraid to feel anymore of it. Especially when it came to the Keep. And Briar.

Rian sat quietly, if unhappily, while the males argued. Or Briar argued and Eremiar demanded. That obedience was expected was obvious, and it made Rian want to sink claws into the man. Briar did not belong to him, son or not! He was free to do as he pleased. But Briar pulled away to put his shirt on, for all he argued against the need of their going. Maybe it was futile, and that's why his father seemed so damn sure.

Sure enough to smirk as he went outside, door banging shut behind him. It bounced open again, and then swung shut once more as Rian watched. Attention dragged away from the door by the arms around her waist. Body pulled flush with Briar's again. Sighing, she slid her arms around his neck and held on tight. Tight enough to keep him from going at all. "Of course I will." She promised, nose puzzling out a place to hide against his shoulder.

Hands alternating squeezing and petting, Rian kissed her way up his neck to keep from begging him not to go. To stay away from that horrible place and with her instead. But their relationship still felt like thinly blown glass in her hands. Warm still from the heat that had shaped it, and fragile. "I'll be right here when you get back." Even if she had to beat Talimar with a stick to keep him from trying to collect her.

Rian sealed the promise with a kiss. Fierce and defiant. Hoping he would remember this sort of affection, real affection, and not let his memories of other times drown him on the journey.

Eremiar

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Re: Unexpected expectations [cw]
« Reply #12 on: Yesterday at 08:24:51 PM »

Outside the sun was warm. Ere let it gild his body, soaking in the heat that was sure to evaporate once they reached the Keep. Darkness incarnate. The place was made up of frozen shadows. Like a deep pit into nothing. Except it rose like a spike into the sky as well as into the bowels of the earth.

The closed door at his back was not much of a barrier. Eremiar could still sense them. Dissatisfaction and annoyance from him son. It rolled under the door and radiated from the keyhole. The girl, who often smelled of a warlord, was both harder and easier to reach. Her barriers were shallow against his Red, but he was not as familiar with her as he was with Briar. She was strange, and Ere was sure, some sort of danger to his son.

People looked at him. Pretending they had business with neighbors to stare. Ere stared back. Eyes hollow, body relaxed. He drank in the sun and waited. Thankfully not for long. He glanced slyly over his shoulder at Briar, moving to make room in the door way. He took up the road. Wings opening with a rustle. He knees bent, legs flexing until his toes pushed his weight into the ground, launching his skyward.

He fed craft to the currents under his wings. And Briar's. Steadying his son's sloppy flight. Ere couldn't understand what kept the boy so off balance. Just knew he was. Perhaps it was the girl. Or a lack of faith in his wings. Or something from his time with Witch. No way to ask, not really. Not safely. So Ere lead the way. His shadow long across the ground. Darkening clouds when they rose above them.

It was trickier in the mountains. The wind shifted along the rock face and through gullies. Making gusts and cross currents. Little eddies of air, like tides in a sea. Eremiar felt them all over his body. Pants plucked by the wind, the rest of him laid bare to every tickle of air. His barriers were open too, so Briar might glimpse the way it worked, how it felt. Glean some of the ways Eremiar's body reacted to the wind.

He did not keep them long in the air. Or take them high up the Keep. He chose a near entrance. A wide window, empty now of its glass. Wings narrowing, he leaned back, stepping onto the window sill and pulling himself inside. His fingers bloodied themselves on broken glass around the ledge. Ere hissed and licked the wounds, little balls of witchlight popping into existence as he charged probes through the room and into the hallway.

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Re: Unexpected expectations [cw]
« Reply #13 on: Today at 12:37:19 AM »

Alone-ish again Briar relaxed into the bed. Thighs heavy and knees hollow. Unwilling to move from the place where warmth and acceptance were waiting. The call to service was stronger than his personal pleasure. Too much a warlord prince for anything less. He tried, though, tried hard to weigh the call against Rian’s satisfaction hoping that might tip the scale. Her happiness was always worth more than anyone else's. But this wasn’t just service to a distant queen. This could reach out to Rian’s well being too. They had to know what disturbed the Keep, to prevent it from happening again. Or from bringing worse down on them all.

So he asked important favors. Nose tipped down to her head. Brushing hair aside to reach her scalp where he breathed in her scent so deeply he hoped it would paint his psyche forever. Her hands were soothing as she worked her worry into his skin. Speckling his shoulder and neck with kisses aimed to distract. He had never wanted anything more. And he was afraid of what leaving her like this would do to their blossoming affections. She promised to wait for him and he needed to believe she would.

”Thank you.” He whispered into her mouth. Lips parting for the words and getting the hot press of an anxious kiss back. He swallowed it up greedily; sucking her bottom lip and tracing the shape one more time before he had to break free or risk never getting up again. ”He can’t go alone. And he won’t not go. I’ll be back as soon as I can. Here or at your place. I’m spending tonight with you.” One way or another he would get back to her and make up for walking away yet again.

Petulant over the interruption he kicked the door open when he reached it. Belt yanked tight at his waist as he joined his father in the dirt lane that led from farmsteads to village center. The anger collected under his wing joints and started to buzz into dread. He didn’t want to go there, but he didn’t want Ere to go by himself. He sure as Hell was cold didn’t want to fly their either. It was the fastest way, though, and his unschooled wings weren’t as clumsy at picking up air when Ere was there.

With an unhappy sniff he waited for Ere to reach for the sun before he jumped too, with more grace and far less vertical success. He too ten wing beats to Eremiar’s two. Beating at the air in long sweeps to lift off. Always trailing behind by a few yards. Not that it mattered. They wouldn’t be making conversation on the flight there anyway. He flew lower than his father, and farther back. Like a shadow’s shadow. Turbulence pummeled him as they soared over the mountains, and Eremiar’s craft became the only thing keeping him up. Briar’s heart pounded at the height, even if he could shield himself from a long fall. He just kept flapping, and tried not to focus on the actual flying. It was the longest he had ever been airborne, though, and he tapped into Eremiar’s open experience of the subject to try and figure out why. He might have found a few hints to try out on his own later. The Keep loomed up above them before he could really make a lesson of it, though.

In the glint of streaming sunshine it was beautiful. He could still remember the first time he had seen the place. A beacon of power in the distance, calling him to find his destiny. A stupid little boy who had thought all the answers he had longed for where inside. He glanced at Eremiar as he landed in the windowsill. They had lived the same prison in two very different ways. When his father stepped forward Briar slipped in through the same window. This time he was the less graceful one. Hand opened on glass and feet sliding on the broken shards. He nearly tumbled right back out the way he had come. ”Shit.”

His lip curled at Eremiar’s blood damp tongue as he added to the witchlights. ”Do you feel that?” A charge in the air inside of the timeless tower. The walls felt alive in a way they never had when Witch was alive. She still stained the walls though. Briar shivered and imagined he could still hear the echoes of her laughter. ”There’s only a dining room and a few antechambers here. We’re better off trying lower. All the old magic is in the bowels of the place.”

That, he knew, was where they had locked his father away. Once, in a particularly spiteful mood, Witch had brought him down to see. To make sure he understood the price of disobedience. It had not been the chains or the stench or the seeping feel of starvation that had made him submit, though. There might have been relief in the pain of punishment for resistance. No. He had bowed his head and taken the torment to avoid Eremiar, not the sharing of his shackles. Too ashamed of the ways he had allowed himself to be used to face a man who had fought at every chance. ”How did you get out anyway? No one’s ever mentioned.” There had to be a story, and there were a lot of stairs, so plenty of time to puzzle his father’s pictures together.

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Re: Unexpected expectations [cw]
« Reply #14 on: Today at 04:15:52 AM »

Shirts proved useful in this instance. Reaching out, Eremiar grabbed Briar by his. The fabric puckered between his calloused knuckles as he held tight, trying to keep Briar from falling back out the window. The scent of their blood mingled, making Ere snarl silently. He could feel the Keep drinking it in. As if the stones would absorb it right into their pores.

Head tilting, Ere considered. He felt a lot of things. Suppression. Bowed bodies beneath his own. Bones breaking under his fists. Witch's nail at his back. Sharp promise between his flight muscles. Could hear Her laughter, too. It made him vanish the Red at his chest instinctively as he nodded. Yes he could feel that. A pulse in the stone that wasn't Her.

Ere might have laughed. Jaw loosening, his eyes rolled upward in amusement. Of course all the old magic was deep within the Keep. His teeth clacked together sharply as he stepped out of the room in search of the stair case. Down. Deep was where he had lived for a long time. Shackled to walls when She wasn't unleashing him onto some hapless victim. Women She wanted to harm. Or men She thought could take him.

For a long time, he had lived there in the dark. A place too putrid for Mother Night to dwell, no matter how close to her it was.

Down they went. Briar distracting him with questions. Eremiar's probes left angry trails along their path. Searching for any hint of life. Warlord. Jewel. That siren softness of witch that made him want to clasp throats tight. Just the walls vibrated life back to him, however.

Wings tight, Eremiar smirked and shook his head. She had saved him. Psyche pulsing Sapphire. A fluttering of wings like a butterfly, or one of those little swift birds. Ilithian. Small and alone outside of his cell. He had meant to kill her before he saw the wings. And even after, when he'd realized she was an Eyrien Queen, he'd thought of breaking her. Instead he had followed her home like a puppy.

Outside of a door, Eremiar stopped. The wood was cracked, but whole. His fingers traced a vein. Its what the spidering cracks looked like. And months ago his fingers might have come away wet with blood. He could smell it. Old gore. Curious he opened the door, which fell to pieces without the frame to hold it together. Door knob still in hand, Ere ducked inside and whistled soundlessly.

 

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