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odinpusrex) wrote2016-06-28 11:46 am
odinpusrex) wrote2016-06-28 11:46 am
Continued from here…
[Cid starts his drunken walk home. He’s no stranger to this activity, his mind abuzz with liquor and excitement from earlier. Even in his intoxication he heeds Ororo’s hesitance to go all the way on the mansion’s grounds. He walks until he can’t even see the grounds anymore, cock still throbbing in his waistband.]
[He takes one more look back as he stands in the gentle summer breeze. This is far enough, right? His thighs tense as he replays the events from earlier over and over in his drunken mind. He tucks himself between a few trees, leaning up as he pulls himself out of his linen shorts and tight spandex bathing suit. He spits on his palm and sighs, conjuring her scent…]
[Cid starts his drunken walk home. He’s no stranger to this activity, his mind abuzz with liquor and excitement from earlier. Even in his intoxication he heeds Ororo’s hesitance to go all the way on the mansion’s grounds. He walks until he can’t even see the grounds anymore, cock still throbbing in his waistband.]
[He takes one more look back as he stands in the gentle summer breeze. This is far enough, right? His thighs tense as he replays the events from earlier over and over in his drunken mind. He tucks himself between a few trees, leaning up as he pulls himself out of his linen shorts and tight spandex bathing suit. He spits on his palm and sighs, conjuring her scent…]
Cidolfus...
[The voice may be soft in its judgment, but it is loud against the silence of the night. As sudden and surprising as a flash across the black expanse of the sunless sky, sudden and overwhelming in its contrast—but perhaps even its proximity. It sounds as if it is being whispered in his ear from lips that were mere millimeters from the shell of it, but there is no breath that accompanies it, no warmth that encases the timbre of Barnabas' voice.
Should Cid look around for the source, he will find Barnabas standing not far from him, but certainly not as close as his voice would have implied otherwise. His steel-blue eyes locked on him, his expression one of solemn judgment. Clearly he's waiting for some manner of explanation, though in truth, Barnabas has more to explain than Cid at this point.
Just what the hell is he doing here this late at night, anyway?]
[The voice may be soft in its judgment, but it is loud against the silence of the night. As sudden and surprising as a flash across the black expanse of the sunless sky, sudden and overwhelming in its contrast—but perhaps even its proximity. It sounds as if it is being whispered in his ear from lips that were mere millimeters from the shell of it, but there is no breath that accompanies it, no warmth that encases the timbre of Barnabas' voice.
Should Cid look around for the source, he will find Barnabas standing not far from him, but certainly not as close as his voice would have implied otherwise. His steel-blue eyes locked on him, his expression one of solemn judgment. Clearly he's waiting for some manner of explanation, though in truth, Barnabas has more to explain than Cid at this point.
Just what the hell is he doing here this late at night, anyway?]
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[Cid claps a hand over his ear as he turns to find Barnabas.]
Son of a bitch! What are you following me for, you sad bastard?
[He reaches for a sword that isn’t there and turns so sharply that his now-flaccid dick slaps against his thigh. He hurriedly tucks it back into his shorts, since he doesn’t have a sword to brandish.]
How long have you been sitting in the shadows, pervert?
Son of a bitch! What are you following me for, you sad bastard?
[He reaches for a sword that isn’t there and turns so sharply that his now-flaccid dick slaps against his thigh. He hurriedly tucks it back into his shorts, since he doesn’t have a sword to brandish.]
How long have you been sitting in the shadows, pervert?
[Barnabas' eyes do not flick down to the movement below Cid's waistline, his gaze fixed on the other man's face.]
None of that matters.
[It actually does, kind of! But Barnabas is quick to dismiss it, as he is towards most things he doesn't care to address.]
Have you truly lost all sense of propriety living in that cave as a beast does?
None of that matters.
[It actually does, kind of! But Barnabas is quick to dismiss it, as he is towards most things he doesn't care to address.]
Have you truly lost all sense of propriety living in that cave as a beast does?
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Propriety! [He barks that with a laugh.]
I usually needn’t worry about judgement alone in the woods. How alone need I be before my actions are acceptable, I wonder?
[Cid spreads his hands and scoffs.] How naive, to think I would be alone when you know where I am, hm?
[Cid pulls out a cigarette and lights it immediately.]
What do you want?
I usually needn’t worry about judgement alone in the woods. How alone need I be before my actions are acceptable, I wonder?
[Cid spreads his hands and scoffs.] How naive, to think I would be alone when you know where I am, hm?
[Cid pulls out a cigarette and lights it immediately.]
What do you want?
[There's certainly some truth there, isn't there? For as alone as these two may be, Barnabas was always watching, and always aware. Cid could run as far as he wants from him, but would he ever truly escape Barnabas' notice? Well, only in death, and they've been down that road already, haven't they?
Barnabas doesn't comment as he lets his gaze slide from Cid's face to his cigarette, his expression back to that stoic neutrality as he lets silence fill the air after that question. Though, only for a moment or two.]
That woman—Ororo of the Storm—what is her relevance to this realm?
[And to you he does not voice, but it hangs over the two of them like a guillotine.]
Barnabas doesn't comment as he lets his gaze slide from Cid's face to his cigarette, his expression back to that stoic neutrality as he lets silence fill the air after that question. Though, only for a moment or two.]
That woman—Ororo of the Storm—what is her relevance to this realm?
[And to you he does not voice, but it hangs over the two of them like a guillotine.]
[Cid speaks naturally, giving a report as he might have a thousand times before.]
…She seems to simply be a proper contender. A heavy-hitter in power, organization, personality, and connections. She is clearly well-liked by the turnout, and well-respected by the condition of her grounds by the evening’s close. She has principles as well as strong moral character. She cares for her peers— and especially the youth in her purview. She is remiss to tarnish her reputation or make those around her uncomfortable. She takes on too much, perhaps, but for her standing, I can hardly critique her methods.
[Cid pauses after his report, then scowls. Fuck. He didn't meant to do that. This man was no longer his king. ]
But I doubt you needed me to understand that.
…She seems to simply be a proper contender. A heavy-hitter in power, organization, personality, and connections. She is clearly well-liked by the turnout, and well-respected by the condition of her grounds by the evening’s close. She has principles as well as strong moral character. She cares for her peers— and especially the youth in her purview. She is remiss to tarnish her reputation or make those around her uncomfortable. She takes on too much, perhaps, but for her standing, I can hardly critique her methods.
[Cid pauses after his report, then scowls. Fuck. He didn't meant to do that. This man was no longer his king. ]
But I doubt you needed me to understand that.
[That worked rather well.
Though Cidolfus is right, much of that he had concluded on his own, but Cid's verifying it meant that his deductions were pointedly accurate. After all, Ramuh was ever astute and allowed Cid to discern the true nature of someone through his divinely bestowed judgment.]
Indeed.
[He gives Cid a studious look.]
Gathered naught else, I assume. Busy as you were with finding aught you could lay your lips upon.
[As he says this, he begins to walk—towards the way to the apartments. It's a long walk, they may as well get going!]
Though Cidolfus is right, much of that he had concluded on his own, but Cid's verifying it meant that his deductions were pointedly accurate. After all, Ramuh was ever astute and allowed Cid to discern the true nature of someone through his divinely bestowed judgment.]
Indeed.
[He gives Cid a studious look.]
Gathered naught else, I assume. Busy as you were with finding aught you could lay your lips upon.
[As he says this, he begins to walk—towards the way to the apartments. It's a long walk, they may as well get going!]
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Indeed. [Cid grumbles. He hadn’t meant to give Barnabas all of that, but who could help habit?]
Oh? So you had your turn to take yourself in hand, but I’m suddenly a degenerate for doing the same away from prying eyes- save yours, of course.
[Cid takes a long pull from his cigarette to measure his words. ]
Fuck off.
Oh? So you had your turn to take yourself in hand, but I’m suddenly a degenerate for doing the same away from prying eyes- save yours, of course.
[Cid takes a long pull from his cigarette to measure his words. ]
Fuck off.
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I spoke in reference to your imbibing. Is there aught you wish to share? Why you are out so late, perhaps?
[Barnabas doesn't even look at Cid, his expression unchanging. He is not one to cave to such baser desires as that. Not since the Almighty had changed his nature.
Besides, Cid needs not flatter himself so. If anyone were to stir Barnabas' loins, it would not be him. Or so he's stubbornly holding firm on, anyway.]
[Barnabas doesn't even look at Cid, his expression unchanging. He is not one to cave to such baser desires as that. Not since the Almighty had changed his nature.
Besides, Cid needs not flatter himself so. If anyone were to stir Barnabas' loins, it would not be him. Or so he's stubbornly holding firm on, anyway.]
Why'd you say it like that, then? What is wrong with you?
My drinking is nothing new, my liege.
[He puffs on his cigarette and sways in place.]
Why are you out so late, if not imbibing and socializing?
[cough] Pervert.
My drinking is nothing new, my liege.
[He puffs on his cigarette and sways in place.]
Why are you out so late, if not imbibing and socializing?
[cough] Pervert.
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[Don't ask that, the list is too long, and besides, Barnabas has a thing for stating things in the weirdest and most sexually sounding way possible. Chalk it up to the repression.
Anyway, he ignores the question, letting silence be his answer. That is, until he finds reason to make commentary.]
You never were able to overcome your vices.
[Even at the very end.
Barnabas finally glances at Cid.]
Is it perverse to make certain a fellow Dominant does not meet his end in a drunken and aroused haze in the wilderness?
[You know, cuz he's such a nice fucking guy and all.]
Anyway, he ignores the question, letting silence be his answer. That is, until he finds reason to make commentary.]
You never were able to overcome your vices.
[Even at the very end.
Barnabas finally glances at Cid.]
Is it perverse to make certain a fellow Dominant does not meet his end in a drunken and aroused haze in the wilderness?
[You know, cuz he's such a nice fucking guy and all.]
That so? Worried about my well-being, are you?
[He gives a humorless chuckle.]
Well... Why don't you see me home, then? What if I catch my shoe on a root and break my leg?
[He gives a humorless chuckle.]
Well... Why don't you see me home, then? What if I catch my shoe on a root and break my leg?
Worried is not how I would name it.
[Though he does offer Cid a flat look.]
I will not allow you to use me as a crutch far before you are in need of one. Do keep up, Cidolfus.
[He's just going to continue apace. They've a long walk ahead of them, and maybe that'll sober Cid up!]
[Though he does offer Cid a flat look.]
I will not allow you to use me as a crutch far before you are in need of one. Do keep up, Cidolfus.
[He's just going to continue apace. They've a long walk ahead of them, and maybe that'll sober Cid up!]
I should’ve taken a pool chair. [he mumbles as he jogs slightly to catch up.]
Very well, then… [But he doesn’t bother to not sound put out.]
So… How did you find the party? [He asks in the same tone one might to their child after their first day of school. ]
Very well, then… [But he doesn’t bother to not sound put out.]
So… How did you find the party? [He asks in the same tone one might to their child after their first day of school. ]
[Barnabas turns his attention from Cid to looking forward as he walks.
Of course he'd choose to chatter.]
Raucous. As I knew it would be.
[Though he did garner some information, at least. Which is what he had been after. Even if he also found himself keeping an eye on Cid, watching silently who he bounced between at the party.
Ever the socialite...]
Of course he'd choose to chatter.]
Raucous. As I knew it would be.
[Though he did garner some information, at least. Which is what he had been after. Even if he also found himself keeping an eye on Cid, watching silently who he bounced between at the party.
Ever the socialite...]
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Can you imagine if it weren't? Like cows standing silently in a field.
[Cid chuckles at the thought, he smokes his cigarette as they walk. It burns down quickly.]
[This is strange, almost nostalgic. Though his inebriation dulls his anger in the moment, making this easier to stand. Still, it's surreal.]
Make any new friends?
[Cid chuckles at the thought, he smokes his cigarette as they walk. It burns down quickly.]
[This is strange, almost nostalgic. Though his inebriation dulls his anger in the moment, making this easier to stand. Still, it's surreal.]
Make any new friends?
[The thing is, that's rather ideal to him, and his lack of comment likely emphasizes that fact. Chuckle all you like, Cid, but a quiet herd is a peaceful herd.
Though it is true that this is odd, the pangs of nostalgia come for Barnabas as well, and while he believes himself above them, his heart calmed through the gentle influence of Ultima's power, he feels that dull ache in his chest. That longing for a time before Cidolfus' departure, before he became the one who got away...]
Some may believe themselves as that.
Though it is true that this is odd, the pangs of nostalgia come for Barnabas as well, and while he believes himself above them, his heart calmed through the gentle influence of Ultima's power, he feels that dull ache in his chest. That longing for a time before Cidolfus' departure, before he became the one who got away...]
Some may believe themselves as that.
Oh yeah? And who are these poor deluded fools who made the mistake of speaking to you?
Besides me.
[Damn, is his cigarette already finished? He pulls out a new one.]
Besides me.
[Damn, is his cigarette already finished? He pulls out a new one.]
Keeping track of my acquaintances, Cidolfus? It is not I who answers to you.
[Barnabas glances at him, at another cigarette being brought out to replace the last. He really was dependent upon them, wasn't he? A disgusting habit, one he shared with Benedikta and Hugo.
Silently he turns his gaze forward once more, choosing not to comment.]
[Barnabas glances at him, at another cigarette being brought out to replace the last. He really was dependent upon them, wasn't he? A disgusting habit, one he shared with Benedikta and Hugo.
Silently he turns his gaze forward once more, choosing not to comment.]
I’m trying to have a conversation here.
[He lights his cigarette and sighs on the exhale.]
Fine. What would you rather talk about?
[He lights his cigarette and sighs on the exhale.]
Fine. What would you rather talk about?
Are you so afraid of silence?
[With how Cid feels the need for chatter, one might assume as much.]
Besides, do you intend to act as if bygones are simply bygones?
[Cidolfus left, fled Waloed and never looked back. Yet, here he would treat him as if that rift was never cleaved between them, as if he didn't depart like twenty years and their shared dream meant nothing.]
[With how Cid feels the need for chatter, one might assume as much.]
Besides, do you intend to act as if bygones are simply bygones?
[Cidolfus left, fled Waloed and never looked back. Yet, here he would treat him as if that rift was never cleaved between them, as if he didn't depart like twenty years and their shared dream meant nothing.]
No, just bored by it. Why does it have to be about fear with you?
[He puffs on his cigarette, looking sideways at his travel companion.]
Don’t you? What good can come from bringing all of that here? We have bigger problems to solve, wouldn’t you say?
[He puffs on his cigarette, looking sideways at his travel companion.]
Don’t you? What good can come from bringing all of that here? We have bigger problems to solve, wouldn’t you say?
I know what tends to motivate you.
[He says coolly, because was it not fear that compelled him to flee? A fear of Barnabas? What Cid couldn't control, what he could not save?
Barnabas allows Cid's other questions to hang in the air for a little bit, it is true they have pressing concerns here now, but he would argue that they are of the same ilk as the ones prior. Their world was being consumed by the Blight, its total destruction fast approaching the horizon blackened with each passing day...
Yet Cidolfus still left, taking with him a crucial key to solving the impending apocalypse: himself.]
We do, yet it never stopped you before. What is different now—is it because we are stuck in a cage together? Are you concerned of our forced proximity?
[He stops walking, but he doesn't look at Cidolfus as he speaks.]
Benedikta spoke true when she sought to welcome you back, Cidolfus.
[He says coolly, because was it not fear that compelled him to flee? A fear of Barnabas? What Cid couldn't control, what he could not save?
Barnabas allows Cid's other questions to hang in the air for a little bit, it is true they have pressing concerns here now, but he would argue that they are of the same ilk as the ones prior. Their world was being consumed by the Blight, its total destruction fast approaching the horizon blackened with each passing day...
Yet Cidolfus still left, taking with him a crucial key to solving the impending apocalypse: himself.]
We do, yet it never stopped you before. What is different now—is it because we are stuck in a cage together? Are you concerned of our forced proximity?
[He stops walking, but he doesn't look at Cidolfus as he speaks.]
Benedikta spoke true when she sought to welcome you back, Cidolfus.
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Don’t you say her name.
[Is all he has to say to that. He gets quiet when he truly gets pensive.]
Because the situation’s changed now, hasn’t it? We have to convince… some fucking entity that we’re worth saving. And we don’t know what it wants or expects. We should at least be allied. We can save the rest for later.
[He stares up at the sky for a moment, to the unfamiliar stars dotting the sky. The bit about being in a cage together did indeed change the parameters as well. He turns to face Barnabas.]
Come on… Don’t get stuck in the mud here. I would like to lay down eventually.
[Is all he has to say to that. He gets quiet when he truly gets pensive.]
Because the situation’s changed now, hasn’t it? We have to convince… some fucking entity that we’re worth saving. And we don’t know what it wants or expects. We should at least be allied. We can save the rest for later.
[He stares up at the sky for a moment, to the unfamiliar stars dotting the sky. The bit about being in a cage together did indeed change the parameters as well. He turns to face Barnabas.]
Come on… Don’t get stuck in the mud here. I would like to lay down eventually.
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