(Closed) Event & Aftermath Catch All

[mirshikar]

Who: Asura + Plotted CR
When: Late January - Early February
Where: Rescue basecamp, Asura's shared home, and likely the steps of Parliament.
What: Wrath, dumb jokes, politics, and a lot of h/c.
Warnings: Strong descriptions of injury, mentions of torture (re: event) and slavery.

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[weirdnecro]

[It's a tired Sokie Undertown, which is how...!

She's captured, and his hands are still as large, still as capable of holding her to him, even if it feels more like a child holding a teddy bear then Asura holding his lover. She made a noise of protest-she still had things to do, ways to calm down as she tried not to tell him what it was like- since he would likely smell the lie, no matter who smooth the delivery.

And he looks so pleased with himself, with his goofy half asleep smile.]

You dork.

[Not like he could do anything remotely sensuous right then. And he had to point out what a tell her hands were too...which of course she disliked, and of course he would notice. Even when it tried to appease her with a kiss.]

...You know I can't leave you. But you know...

[She pulled him, gently, so he could rest against her chest, boney as it would be compared to Persephone's bounty.]

They shake when I'm angry too.

[A kiss will come at another time. When it is less likely that he'd clip his teeth against her chin, when they can kiss and know they're safe. They're home.]

[mirshikar]

[ She's never been this gentle with him, this deliberate in allowing him to seek the creature comforts of resting his heavy head against her chest so that he might be eased back, into the realm of sleep, by her warmth and the slow draws of her breath. No, she is not the Queen of Spring, and it does not occur to Asura to draw comparison between them: Sokie is Sokie, and she is how he knows that he is safe; that when he closes his eyes again he will not return to a lonely mountain or pit of stone. And even if the drone of his once-Keeper's voice should come to him in dreams, he is strong enough to separate himself from it, but...

Maybe Sokie doesn't know it, how resilient he is. And perhaps that's why, for all that she's embraced him (cared for him, given her magic to him), she has put distance (vulnerable, she'd called him, dismissing his words) between them too. Were he not so drained (from a simple shower and bath, from cleaning away grime, blood, and dirt), his temper might have flared at the realization, but as it is, he only seeks out more of her. To be closer still. It is after he threads one of his legs between his own that he finally seems satisfied with the proximity they share, steadied by the intimacy of being so intertwined with another.

("You know I can't leave you.") ]

...wouldn't call it just shaking. [ —he huffs, eyes falling closed despite himself. And yet, he still stubbornly speaks, clinging to consciousness: ] More like the anger turns your hands to weapons. The shaking is your restraint.

[ He'd tasted as much, when he'd devoured her wrath; noticed it, in the moments before she'd asked him to deplete her of the volatile emotion. ]

And you... you're my gravity. [ Hmm? Gravity? Does Asura really know what he's saying? Turns out that he does: ] Felt the pull of your magic, when I was asleep all those days. Helped me to wake up. To know what was real, and what wasn't.

[weirdnecro]

[She's being soft, sweet even, with how delicate she's being with him. Yes, he's durable, yes, he's able to handle more then a few things, but she's had to take him from near death without being sure she could bring him back, like she would have if she was still a true necromancer. But thankfully, there were no flare ups, no arguments, and Asura would not have to sleep alone, like he so hated.]

You know, Everett would argue I have no restraint.

[And yet...she did restrain herself when she needed to. The Foggy City and how she made sure she was on the rescue team, not the assault team, were signs of it. Things that Asura obviously knew. Sokie was used to compromise and not getting everything she wanted.

Though...Gravity? The pull of her magic....she hadn't realized he could feel it, passed out as he was. And now she was stuck, and she'd have to shove him away if she really needed to pee. Well...guess she would have to stretch herself to read some magic documents while he napped.

Gently, she brushed his hair away from his face, so he wouldn't accidentally inhale it.]

I'd argue I was an anchor. But it doesn't really matter. Rest now. You can check in with the others when you wake up.

[What others? Oh, just a few dragons, one of them possibly being licky dragon.]

[mirshikar]

[ Words all petered out, Sokie gets the low vibrations of a hum when she cards her fingers through his freshly washed and still damp hair, pushing the thick fall of it away from his face even as he turns his cheek into her hand. Feels the glide of her palm over his jaw, and sighs, releasing whatever tension in him that remained after nine days of being parted from her, this necromancer and mage who invokes the names and suggestions of others as reassurance. Dragons surely do await him, as does one vampire, and while Asura aches to be among others again (to return to normalcy, to be surrounded by those he considers as not so different from his Changeling kin), he—

—let's go, in the present, folding to the surety of Sokie's embrace even as it dawns upon him that this is what being vulnerable truly is: the ability to entrust yourself completely to another person, without hesitation or fear. But for Asura, there is no time to dwell upon this thought, a deep, dreamless sleep claiming him before long, though...

As it turns out, he does have some clue how to do it. Being vulnerable, being weak, he can be both when he's with her, and maybe that's what she'd been trying to tell him all along. It's just too bad he isn't awake to call her out on it. ]