It begins here in the silence [closed]

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Who: Berserker (Cú Chulainn Alter) and others
When: throughout Ieneuer
Where: various places
What: catch-all for the month
Warnings: check thread headers for specific warnings!

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For Waver and Flat, nsfw; Full Moon

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[ It's that time of the month when the moons shine the brightest, even if they can't be seen; where it gets harder to hold onto what can be considered normal behavior. Berserker gives into his more chaotic tendencies with incredible ease on these nights and this one is no exception.

Waver is a good outlet for these tendencies when his Bondmates aren't available. They should really move somewhere more private than the living room in front of the fireplace, but it's hard to deny the immediate need. Berserker only breaks away when he hears the door open. He knows it's Flat, he can feel it's Flat...He can't predict his reaction to what he's walking in on, though: his future teacher and his Bonded kissing and groping each other like horny teenagers. ]

...I wasn't expecting you, Flat.

[ Tonight might be more interesting than he expected. ]

[escardos]

[ it takes a good moment for flat to realize what’s happening. cu should feel lucky that he even had the thought of closing the door behind him. ]

Eh?

[ with a blank smile still plastered on his face, he looks at the scene in front of him without really understanding it in the first place. there’s cu, there’s waver, and they’re—? huh—?

what—!? ]

WHY?!

[ flat practically shrieks the word out, immediately covering his face with both his hands in order to hide the way that his face heats up like a boiling tea kettle. he can’t unsee this he can’t unsee this!!! ]

You—you should’ve—!!! Aah, I’m SO sorry! I’m so so sorry! I JUST— I WANTED TO CHECK— oh my god, I’m so sorry! [ he’s trying to reach for the door handle with his eyes both closed and covered with his other hand, giving a hint of how red he is. ]

[tryhard]

[ There's no way for Waver to have felt Flat approaching, and he can't scent him through the door when the only thing he's paying attention to right now is the heavy scent of arousal in the air and how it makes his skin tingle and buzz.

Waver is sitting atop Berserker's stomach, ass grinding back into the prominent bulge visible in whatever's left of his clothes. Flat's just lucky they haven't gotten completely naked yet-- though Waver's shirt is unbuttoned completely, face and throat flushed down to the top of his chest.

The door opening interrupts a deep kiss, and Waver jerks back in surprise to turn a dazed, wide-eyed look at Flat, his mouth still half open and wet.

Oh.

Oh, no. ]

Flat... No, it's- it's fine...

[ Is it, though?! Waver starts to climb off Berserker, though it probably doesn't actually make anything better. He's just as red as Flat and trying to figure out how to play it cool.. if that's even possible... ]

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[ Half-dressed as he is, his shirt opened loose, Berserker wiggles his way from underneath Waver. He's quick when he wants to be and closes the distance between himself and Flat, grabbing for his wrist to pull him close. ]

Stay, Flat. [ Maybe too close with how hard he is. There's no way the witch can't at least feel it against him. There's a glint of something potentially sinister in his red eyes. ] Maybe you'd like to join us...?

[ Berserker gives a quick glance to Waver, as if to ask (far too late) if that's in the cards. ]

[escardos]

E-eh?? The two—?

[ flat’s breath catches when berserker takes him by the wrist, the forwardness of it impressing him even more than the erection that’s pressed against him.

he glances quickly between berserker and waver for what feels like forever, and he feels like he might pass out. he can’t breathe. he’s thinking too fast. having sex with the both of them? how would that work out? does waver want to? if that had been the case then they would have asked him before, no?

he bites his lip, and shrugs, trying to look as casual as possible with his cheeks a deep red. ]

If...If Waver wants it.

[tryhard]

Oof...

[ Waver rolls off of him with a grunt, remaining on the floor in front of the fireplace where Berserker's nest of blankets has been scattered around messily. He too stares between Flat and Berserker uncertainly. It seems like it's all happening so fast and he barely comprehends the question-- but also he's hard too, and feeling extra territorial after Berserker stupidly got himself injured. And with Iskandar being gone to Dorchacht making things worse.

Neither of them are his Bonded, but Berseker and Flat are both part of his 'pack' in his instincts.

He might be a bit moon-addled right now, but he's not completely gone, though. He still has the capacity to be embarrassed... just not stopped by it this time.

Waver licks his lips unconsciously, staring up at Berserker again. Then at Flat... again. One of his arms is over his lap, a lame attempt to hide his own arousal. He doesn't want to stop. ]

I...

[ hesitating, watching Flat's eyes. tracking his scent. Waver's pupils are wide, nearly obscuring the dark green of his irises, turnskin eyes flashing in the low light. ]

What do you want?

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[ It probably doesn't help matters that Flat is being assaulted with how horny he is right now through their Bond. Berserker lets go of his wrist, only to drop his hand to Flat's waist to keep him close. He leans down, close enough to kiss him but he doesn't. ]

...Yes, Flat. What do you want? [ He cups his cheek with his free hand, that glint in his eye still present. ] Don't be so embarrassed, just say it.

[escardos]

[ flat continues to try to look between berserker and waver, though that task becomes even more difficult when cu gets close to his face, close enough that he can feel the heated breaths against his skin, their lips almost touching.

and cu’s horniness definitely doesn’t help flat in any way. what does he want? what does he want? he has always followed others’ lead out of his own curious nature, but saying what he actually wanted was a much more different story.

needly, he leans into cu’s hand, but the embarrassed look on his face is far too obvious to ignore, his expression a clear frown. to think that the tables would be turned on him like this! ]

Aah, this is many levels of unfair, you know! Absolutely unfair—!

[ cornered by both waver and his bonded, flat sees no other option but to take bait that’s in front of him. he grabs a bunch of cu’s shirt in a fist, closing the distance between them with a harsh kiss. ]

[tryhard]

[ He didn't exactly answer the question, but seeing Flat take initiative is a positive enough response for Waver. Even if it's Berserker he seems interested in. That's fine. A little awkward, but... it would be more awkward to leave, and he really doesn't want to do that. He wants to stay here where it's warm and he's not alone.

And he wants Berserker to come back. Both of them, in fact. Even if the embarrassment around being seen like this by Flat still nags at the back of his mind. ]

That's why you should knock first.

[ He's teasing. Maybe sulking a little bit, too... but only because they're all the way over there and not involving him. Waver pushes himself up to his hands and knees, crawling closer over the mess of blankets. He bares his teeth, glinting in the firelight. ]

Don't ignore me.

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[ Good. Flat's response is exactly what he'd hoped for. He indulges him for a moment with a deep, eager kiss, holding him close. It's just a taste, though, as he breaks it after a moment and lets go of Flat. Waver's sulking gets his attention elsewhere now. ]

Come on, then... [ He tugs the witch back towards the waiting turnskin and the enticing warmth of the fireplace. ] It wouldn't be right to make him just watch us, would it?

[escardos]

Haa—

[ that kiss is enough to strike the match in flat, setting his heart alight. but as easy as the kiss comes, it’s taken away from him, and he can’t help but pout just a little.

that’s right, though—waver is watching. and that makes him feel a new wave of embarrassment wash over flat, perhaps his own mind already thinking of scenarios and how waver would look like underneath him. or on top, he’s not picky.

however, even with this, flat can’t help but smile as he makes his way over to waver. seeing him sulking like that is cute, and ignoring it would be a crime to him. ]

Come on, Waver. [ he reaches over to cup waver’s cheek with one of his hands, similar to how berserker had just done so with him. ] Are you gonna get jealous?

[ and, ignoring the way that his heart beats at a million miles per hour and his hands are trembling slightly, he kisses waver. at first, gentle, but then quickly becoming more passionate—it’s obvious that he had wanted this for a while. ]

[tryhard]

[ That's better. Even just having them closer feels better, warmer, even before Flat reaches out to touch him. The soft brush of fingertips against his cheek sends a surprising shiver through Waver, sliding down his back and in his belly. He can sense Flat's enthusiasm.

He remembers the way Flat had been teasing him under the mistletoe, the awkward flirting, the way neither of them knew quite how to handle it or what to do, but how the warmth of him so close had been pleasant. Nearly as pleasant as this.

Waver tips his face up, kissing back earnestly. His fingers curl around the back of Flat's neck to brace him there, and he parts his lips, tongue pressing into Flat's mouth and a deep breath sending another shiver through him as Flat's scent and taste permeate his senses.

A soft growl rumbles in his chest. Waver pulls back after a moment, canines flashing. ]

Still think I'm bad at kissing?

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[ Now it's Berserker's turn to feel a little left out, though he takes it well. He watches the other two kiss and can't help but feel like a voyeur. It doesn't deter him, of course. He takes this time to shed his open shirt, revealing the still healing, deep bite wounds on his shoulder. They hurt, however he simply ignores the pain.

He opens up his pants to take the pressure off of his hard cock, but doesn't pull them down. It's hard to resist the urge to touch himself right now with how worked up he is and he can't resist stroking himself slowly a few times. It's a little embarrassing -- not embarrassing enough to stop him from doing it, of course. ]

...Go on, do what you want with each other.

For Waver; Snatched aftermath, late Ieneuer. cw: trauma

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[ It's been a few days since everyone escaped from the house of torments. Berserker's injuries were so bad he was sedated before being brought to the Coven for treatment. For once, he hasn't been fighting it. He's terribly unhappy, though, and tortured by his own thoughts and emotions. Shame is his biggest one.

At some point, he'd been left Geralt's witcher medallion (along with a shade's skull, but that's not important right now). He holds it in one hand, brushing his thumb over the snarling wolf. He couldn't protect Waver like he should have...Like he wanted to for Geralt. That stung him greatly, almost more than anything else.

Berserker is shirtless and the wound on his shoulder is bandaged tightly. His wings are mending, at least, and look like wings again; the membranes are scarred with lighter colored tissue where they'd been torn apart. The witches at the Coven were certainly skilled, but their skills had limits. His body is still bruised from the beatings he took and his ribs are bandaged (seems he had a few broken ribs he ignored). The black eye he had was healing, though his face was discolored a sickly yellowy-green from the bruise.

The sound of the door opening catches his attention. He turns to look at the doorway and frowns briefly when he sees who it is. ]

... You got out before the rest of us, didn't you? [ It's not accusing or angry or really much of anything. ] You're safe now and that's what matters.

[ He doesn't hide the medallion from Waver like he wants to. It's better that he know the truth sooner rather than later. ]

[tryhard]

[ It's not the first time Waver's been to see him. After the raid and rescue, Waver had refused to rest properly until he was sure that everyone he gave a damn about was being taken care of-- and Berserker had been top of the list. But he'd been sedated last time, and Waver hadn't been given much time, ushered away to be made to rest, himself.

Now, a handful of days later (most of which have been spent sleeping), Waver has finally gotten a chance to escape the worried guard of Iskandar and anyone else keeping an eye on him and has been deemed well enough to venture on his own.

His throat and wrists are still bandaged, and he walks with a limp, but otherwise Waver looks worlds better than he had the last time Berserker had seen him. It might not seem like it, but in comparison to then and now, Waver thinks Berserker looks worlds better too.

Tears fill his eyes, embarrassingly, with the wave of relief that almost makes him stumble. Waver shuts the door quietly behind himself and pulls up a chair. The medallion hasn't caught his attention, yet; right now, it's all on Berserker's face. ]

I saw my chance and took it. I promised, didn't I?

[ Waver reaches over, fingers curling over Berserker's bandaged wrist. ]

Your safety matters, too.

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[ In comparison, they both look like different people than just a few days ago.

He sets the medallion down beside him for now. In truth, it's a relief to see Waver again and doing so well in comparison. The limp is his fault and that fact makes his chest tighten. There's a lot that happened that he doesn't want to talk about or address. He doesn't even comment on the tears in the turnskin's eyes; that feels unnecessarily cruel.

Berserker manages a faint smile despite the discomfort that rises in him. His own safety is never a thought in his mind -- that's why he ended up hurt before this nightmare happened. It's a problem now that he has a mortal body and people that care about him. ]

You did promise...I'm impressed. [ And grateful, though that part is much harder to say. He places his hand on top of Waver's and gives it a gentle squeeze. ] ...I can survive almost anything. Don't worry about my safety.

[ Even if his safety was not ensured in that hellhole. ]

[tryhard]

I already told you. Merely surviving isn't the goal.

...but I understand. I won't scold you.

[ Uncomfortably, slowly, Waver lifts his head to take a better look at Berserker's bandaged body. He looks better, of course, but that's relative. The damage was so... thorough.

Waver swallows hard, feeling his throat starting to constrict. Deep breaths. His hand squeezes Berserker's again. ]

H-how are your... wings? Can you move?

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[ He keeps a firm, but not painful hold on Waver's hand. Reassurance through touch is still a fairly new thing to him, but he's trying. Berserker spreads his wings slowly and with significant effort. It hurts and the damage is visible in scar tissue along the membranes and outer edges where they had been so badly torn. ]

I've been told not to fly...not yet. [ His wings fold back down against his bandaged back. The rest of the damage done to his back is covered and out of sight, though he knows it isn't out of mind for Waver, he's sure. ] It will take more time for them to be fully healed...I should be able to fly again eventually.

[tryhard]

[ The positive feedback from Berserker and the gentle pressure are soothing, help in Waver's efforts to calm himself. This isn't something he can ignore or run from. Berserker certainly doesn't have that luxury.

He exhales slowly and admits, very quietly: ]

I'm so... relieved to hear that. Th-that it's not permanent.

If there's anything I can do...

[ he trails off lamely, knowing already that Berserker will probably just refuse. knowing it's mostly to soothe his own conscience, and there's something sick about that too. ]

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I don't need the help. There's nothing you can do. There's nothing I can do.

[ Berserker's expression softens for a moment. He's being a bit too harsh right now and he knows it. ]

...But your company is fine for now.

[ He has his own shameful acts to deal with. ]

That bite I gave you is giving you trouble, isn't it?

[ Waver was favoring the leg Berserker had bitten, that much he recognized. He had no way of knowing what his poison was capable of in doses as high as the one he gave Waver, especially not from a direct bite. ]

[tryhard]

[ It is harsh-- but Waver was expecting that. Berserker is right, after all. Waver even manages not to flinch.

He opens his mouth, about to ask if Berserker prefers to be alone instead, and what the dragon says next does surprise Waver a bit. Maybe it shouldn't have. It sparks a pang in his chest, deep and aching, relief mixed with guilt. It'll go away, eventually. Waver nods. ]

All right. Then I'll stay.

[ As for Berserker's observation... Waver bites his lip, looking away. There's no point in lying. ]

...a bit. It's just healing slowly. It'll be fine.

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...You hid the reason it's healing that way, didn't you?

[ Or at least the concealed the fact he knew whose poison it was. If that's the case (which he's sure it is), he appreciates it more than Waver knows. Berserker couldn't take someone prodding him to give a sample of his poison; the trauma from experimentation and torture was far, far too fresh for that.

He puts his free hand over the necklace he set aside and his expression darkens. It's something they need to talk about, but it's not a pleasant topic. Berserker takes a deep breath and slowly exhales it. ]

There's something else you should know.

[tryhard]

I didn't tell them where the venom came from, if that's what you're asking. I didn't want to cause more trouble for you...

[ Waver looks down at his leg uncertainly. The bandage is hidden under pajama pants right now and he's been given pain-relieving herbs, but-- ]

But it's resisting magical healing. It doesn't make sense that there'd be any venom still in my system, though. Just... it's fine. I'll figure it out.

[ After what he did to Berserker, he can hardly complain. Waver doesn't blame him for defending himself. ]

Just thought you should know, I guess. For... future reference, or something.

[ Waver's gaze follows Berserker's movement. It's only then that he notices the medallion. Berserker will be able to feel his fingers tighten, shoulders stiffening. His heart drops so fast it makes him lightheaded. ]

...Ciarán. [ urgently, leaning forward, voice tight. ] What happened?

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...Thank you.

[ Berserker had been suffering from the effects of his broken Bond with Geralt; without the connection and presence of his other Bonded, the emptiness and depression were heightened while they were kidnapped. It had made the experience even more brutal. He picks up the necklace, which has a large, rune-engraved fang on it in addition to the wolf pendant -- the gift he'd given Geralt after they Bonded. ]

Geralt is gone. I felt our Bond break the day we were kidnapped...I kept it to myself until now.

[tryhard]

Wh-what do you mean gone?

[ Waver's voice cracks, the shock apparent on his face as realization slowly starts to set in. He's been lucky enough not to feel the breaking of a Bond -- and he never wants to -- but he's heard what it's supposed to be like. Going through that with everything else going on must have been... truly hell.

He pulls back, shaking his head. ]

Do you know if--? Is he... [ dead. ]

...I'm sorry.