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Lips traveled from neck to cheek, and Sayvahn spoke gently, feeling the man tense, shoulders, stiffening and the elder man sighed, pulling away slightly. “Lasair, you know I love you.” Sayvahn began, touching the guild leader's cheek gently. “But…. Love comes in many forms. So, just, um, let me know if I’m going too fast. I mean, do you even know what we are doing? I- I don’t even know if you ever been with a man before, I, I mean. If you are even interested in that. Or want that. I was just so overcome.” The older man breathed, leaning his forehead against Lasair’s, eyes, somewhat hazy. “I go crazy around you. So please, let me know. I don’t want to hurt you.” The older feline whispered, a hand, coming to rest against Lasair’s cheek.
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Sept 8, 2016 5:16:27 GMT
He froze for a moment in the midst of their actions, growing fearful in the moment. And the other, thankfully, noticed this, speaking kindly to him, expressing an understanding Lasair hadn’t expected, nor knew how to reply to at first. He opened and closed his mouth a couple times, trying to express the gratitude he felt, but settled with taking a very deep breath instead, forcing his body to calm and the excitement to wane, but not entirely. He pulled both hands away from Sayvahn, placing them on his face, thumbs stroking it gently. “That means a lot to me, thank you. I, um,” he would have blushed had his face not been red already. “I have some troubles that plague my mind. There are some parts that I can, and some that I can’t.” He tried to explain, but everything sounded to jumbled, so confusing. At least it did in his mind. “Slower would be better,” he affirmed, drawing the other closer for a kiss, one that was soft, before pulling apart and releasing his face.
Hands laced around Sayvahn’s face, and the feline leaned into the touch, basking in the warmth that the fox provided, the tense feeling of fear, still lingering in the redhead’s bones. The feline kissed the hands— their palms, their fingers— the thumbs that stroked his cheeks— and listened to the hum that filled him, echoed from the fox’s lips. “I can be slow.” Sayvahn offerd, the kisses trailing as he flipped over one of Lasair’s hands so he could kiss the palm entirely, to the redhead’s wrist. “We’ll go at your pace, Lasair, and so there is no need to thank me.” The blond whispered, kisses, continuing up the man’s arm. “Not until I found all those cans, and cannots.” Sayvahn hummed, his lips again, meeting the bare skin of Lasair’s neck, teeth, grazing as he pulled away some to kiss the man on the forehead. “After all. The pleasure is in the details.”
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Sept 13, 2016 5:58:48 GMT
He smiled as Sayvahn treated him so kindly, enjoying the gentle touches from the other man. “Perhaps we should head to someplace a little more comfortable?” Perhaps he asked it to try and soothe his beating heart. Or perhaps it was to enjoy company in a different manner. Still, the suggestion to move was one he hoped the other would accept. Reaching around, he placed his hand into the others and moved sideways, slipping away from the wall and standing behind him, the hand being used to turn him around and face Lasair.
“Unless you’d rather go to the roof, to fix a memory I sullied once before,” he offered, the happy gaze faltering a little as he reminded himself of that past mistake. But, they were going to fix that, right? Going to repair the damage done to move forward stronger. And, in Lasair’s mind at least, one of the simplest ways to do that was to address it head on, to go back to the roof and make good replacements for the bad memories.
Moving. Their hands, united as the redhead turned him around, a subtle dance in its own grace. The feline smiled at the motion, twirling to lean against the fox like a girl in a childish swoon. “I’d like that.” The older man hummed, though, his features softened somewhat when Lasair had mentioned the roof. Indeed. The roof. A somewhat hazy, now clear, area of the blonde’s mind. He had only been there once, a wound, spilling from his side, and by the end, his heart. It was a painful memory, but, only in its ending, when the fox had taken it all away. A gentle action that had turned poisonous, all too quickly, the guilt, still lingering in sapphire pools. Tracing his hand across the fox’s cheek, Sayvahn smiled gently, leaning his head forehead to lean against Lasair’s own. “I think that would be best. After all. There are some things I want to discuss as well.” After all, the roof had revealed things about Lasair. It would only be just if the roof revealed something from the feline as well.
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Sept 14, 2016 3:53:03 GMT
Nodding, he continued to hold hands as he turned, walking through the halls towards the staircase. There wasn’t much to say on the way there, but then the silence was drowned out by the sharp sounds of feet climbing steps. To the second floor, to the third, and then to the roof. As would be expected, Lasair held the door open for the other, revealing a cloudy sky and warm temperatures. Once Sayvahn passed through he followed behind, walking across the roof to the place they had sat before. “It’s cloudier than last time,” he commented idly, to start the conversation. “But there’s enough moonlight out to keep it from being dark.” The moon was coming and going as different clouds passed in front of it for different periods of times, causing the light to waver but not completely disappear. Shifting a little to get comfortable he glanced to Sayvahn. “Do you want to go first, or should I? Although I admit I’m not sure what I should say, or what’s left to say I mean.”
No words left tight lips, but they ran loose in a fevered mind. Sayvahn knew what he needed to address— needed to establish. But, how was he going to approach it? The older man didn’t know, and that, that kept his lips locked. Manners enabled him to see the glint of the moon upon Lasair’s ring first. On lips, and on his brow, the light glint of blue and gold. It was one of the things the feline remembered most about that night all that time ago, and the thought of never having that feeling ever again. Well, the possibility was still true, even then. Sitting down next to the fox, the older man gazed over the vast expanse, hearing the guild leader express his concern. The feline merely shrugged, fumbling into his pocket to grab a cigarette, then, thinking better of it, paused. “I….. I would like to go first, Lasair. If…. That wouldn’t be too much to ask.” The older man spoke, still not looking to Lasair, hands, still hovering, no, shaking over his side pocket. After all. Who wouldn’t be nervous when the possibility of loosing one love, over another, loomed over the horizon?
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Oct 22, 2016 7:34:08 GMT
“Go ahead,” Lasair said kindly, looking at the other with a hint of concern behind his features. Sayvahn had grown very nervous in such a short time, but why? Was there some sort of problem that he needed to say? Was he going to try and leave the guild again? Lord, Lasair hoped not. He had just settled things with the elder man. Noticing that he was still holding the other’s hand, he gave it a gentle squeeze and offered him a smile. “I’m listening,” he said when the other hadn’t replied immediately. He could take as long as he wanted, but Lasair wanted him to know it was okay, that he could speak freely here, under the moonlight, together with him.
Pressure on his hand did the opposite of relaxing Sayvahn. Instead, it made him look at Lasair. To stare at those cerulean lakes that called to him ever so sweetly. If only the feline remained in them forever. But, both of them had to blink , had to break the spell, how to break this off, at some point.
Sayvahn returned the squeeze. But, it was fainter, as if, the elder man had no energy left. “Lasair…. By now… you know I’m no ordinary…. man. There are many things you don’t know about me. And before this… before we…” Eyes flickered between their hands and the fox’s eyes, and Sayvahn, he bit his lip, looking away ever so slightly. “Before we get farther, I… I need you to know some things about me. And…. My past.” Adjusting somewhat, the older feline continued. “Long before we met, I loved… many. But two, resonated the most. And, it isn’t even about them, but the concept of them, is what I’m getting at, and Lasair.” Looking to Lasair, the man wormed his hand out of the other’s hand, not forcefully, but with enough force that stated, maybe you don’t want to hold my hand. Maybe you shouldn’t, at least not yet. “I…love you. But, I want you to know that I may not only love just you. That, I can love, two people at once. Like I did, back then, with those two. And, with that in mind. I want you to know that I do love you. But, I… I also love another.” Shifting again, Sayvahn curled in on himself ever so slightly, placing his hands in the lap as he did so. “And… that doesn’t make my love for you any less, or any more. I love both of you equally, if not a bit differently. After all. What I have with you is not anything like I would have with him, and the opposite is the same as well. I love you, for being you, and I love him, for being him. But, if you aren’t alright with that, I…. I need to know now. Because…. I… I don’t want to loose you. Nor do I want to loose him, and…. I….. I don’t know Lasair. I… really don’t know.” Sayvahn muttered, eyes lowered as his shoulders bent, body, trembling somewhat as he continued. “I just. Know I needed to tell you before this went further. Because if you aren’t okay with it, I…. I need to figure that out.”
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Nov 18, 2016 7:30:44 GMT
His eyebrows furrowed as the other drew back, seeing him draw back and turn inward, almost as if he wanted to appear reserved. And then he started talking, fumbling as the words spilt out. One phrase after another, until the idea was shared. Lasair listened closely and with a calm face, no outward expression, as he nodded along. And when the other stopped speaking, Lasair waited a few moments before speaking up again. “Will you still remain loyal to me, and to the guild too?” was the single question that left his lips.
Eyes were not on the other as Lasair spoke, and they turned, along with Sayvahn, to him, blinking, confusion laced upon a furrowed brow. “O-of course. I swore my allegiance to the guild the first day I came here. And….” Again, eyes lowered to Lasair’s hand, a hand, reaching out, yet, ever so hesitant to touch the fox’s own. “I-I swore my allegiance to you the day I began falling for you.” Sayvahn admitted, except, he drew his hand away to return to its place. Because after all, Sayvahn had made it clear where he stood, but Lasair had not.
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Nov 29, 2016 3:44:00 GMT
Another moment of silence stretched between them. And then, Lasair broke into a big smile and wrapped an arm around Sayvahn, hugging the man tightly. “As long as that’s the case, then I don’t have any issues with it. I know I can’t be there all the time, I know I’m not perfect. So if you can find someone to help you in ways I can’t, then I don’t mind it at all.” He spoke quickly, letting the words spew out. “I appreciate the honesty more than anything.” He pulled back from the hug and reached out for Sayvahn’s hand, hoping to hold it again. There were questions pressing his mind now and he wasn’t sure where to start. “I, well, have questions, but I’ll only ask a few at a time. Who is this man? Do I know him? How did you meet him?”
Tense shoulders became even more frigid as Lasair wrapped his arms around the feline, causing the elder man to hold his breath, body, struck with uncertainty, with confusion. Except, the warmth, the words, it healed him some, letting the weakness in his body slip away, and enabling the dancer to bury his face back into the fox’s neck. Oh god. He was alright with it. “Lasair, you are perfect.” An angel, even, the elder man wanted to hum, kissing the boy’s shoulder ever so gently before the fox pulled away, leaving the elder feline stunned, confused as to what was happening. First, a hug, then being pulled away— did the guild leader regret it— no, he, he was grabbing the feline’s hand now— and speaking— speaking quite fast, in fact. The blonde returned the grasp, laughing awkwardly as he tried to sort through the barrage of questions, urging for the other to slow down as he laughed. “Um. Oh dear. Um, alright. Uh, he is a barber, that’s um, how we originally met. But, well, I didn’t get his attention until he attended a show I was in. I, um, was only a background dancer but, um, I guess I caught his eye. And, I…. I’m not sure if you know him. He’s um, quite tall. And reserved.” The older man stuttered, a mild blush on his cheeks as he spoke. Lord, who knew talking about your lover to your other lover was going to be so awkward, let alone, embarrassing. Someone should have warned him. Or given him some sort of hindsight.
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Dec 1, 2016 6:51:00 GMT
Smiling, Lasair found it amusing to watch Sayvahn struggle with talking about this mystery man. But he left out one piece of information that Lasair was wanting to hear. “What is his name?” he asked with a slight laugh. “And really? That’s a wonderful way to meet. Edelweiss mentioned to me that you started dancing in her guild; I’m happy you found a profession that suits you. How long have you been seeing him? And do you enjoy the dancing?”
He was smiling the whole time, beginning to think about what it might be like to dance with the other. It had never been something Lasair was good at, so he didn’t often attempt the activity. One person had attempted to start teaching him, but well, that person was better left forgotten nowadays. The thoughts of her caused is smile to waver slightly, but he shook it away, reminding himself that he should smile properly for this moment. Not a fake smile, but a real one.
Taken aback, Sayvahn blinked before he laughed some, lowering his head as to hide the red still on his cheeks. “Oh, um, his name is Edgar. A-and yes. I, um, dance quite a bit. Enjoy it a lot, actually. But well, um. Do… you think it suits me?” Sayvahn inquired, turning his head some to hide his face. “I mean. I-I guess you can’t accurately say. Um, well, since you never seen me dance. Um, y-you should come to a show sometime. I-I’ll get you a ticket, or um, along those lines.” The older man stuttered, realizing that that would mean Lasair would have to see him as a woman. Which, maybe the fox would be open about, but well, there was only room for one surprise that night, Sayvahn believed. Also, that was a whole other boat that the feline did not feel comfortable discussing right then. But, still, the look on Lasair’s face was, well, cute. A smile, different from one normally worn. Perhaps it was because it was meant, rather than forced, but, Sayvahn couldn’t tell. Not with his face leaned away, trying to hide himself partially from the other.
“In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught." ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
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