In Good Faith [PAAA v 🌻]
Mar 10, 2019 16:15:50 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2019 16:15:50 GMT -5
Saturn Rhodon
Saturn was pleased with the photo snapped – a picture of himself running along the dry lake bed, toward the camera, shirtless and glistening. He decided to do something to take his mind off of everything else (and there was, to be quite sure, a lot of else running through both of their minds). Damaris was kind enough to snap another photo, to which he set about crafting the perfect little crop of lines. They trudged along the dry lake bed, hot afternoon sun baking down, with him muttering out phrases he intended to use (‘What about: I want to get in you so deep you feel me up in your throat?’ Nah?).
He could see by the look on her face that he’d ventured into a territory beyond what seemed romantic and into physical (she always seemed to have a knowing stare that could tell more than a lot of others without a word). She told him that maybe he needed to be honest and say how he felt, rather than what he wanted to do. Saturn paused, and watched the dust kick up and past his boots.
He liked being praised for the way that he looked. Boys spent the majority of their time eliciting praise (you’re so fucking hot) between gasping for air or having Saturn take charge that he couldn’t remember if anyone had told him how they felt. He wiped away a trail of sweat down the side of his face and wondered what good it would do to tell Ex how he felt. Except he’d never been better than when he was with Damaris, able to shed his skin and talk about what lurked underneath.
But it only last for that moment, the sense of relief. When they’d started moving again he wondered if it was all a mistake because he started to revisit all the same feelings over again. He’d been the one that had shown his feelings to his mentor, who took every word, every smile to capture Saturn. He hated being reminded of what it meant to purposefully become vulnerable. Telling the truth left him open to all sorts of fears.
Still – Damaris had be brave enough to tell him about wanting to die, and trying to kill herself. This little spark of courage had let him say, unequivocally, that the man who he trusted, who should have known better, had taken him and changed his life forever. He didn’t feel brave, but he had felt honest. He felt different, too. As though walking across the dry crust of earth, as dust caked his armor, he was cleaner, somehow.
He set about writing a letter to tell Exover the truth – that he didn’t know how to feel about him, but he felt enough that he wanted Ex to know. They weren’t anything, save for two boys that had smashed through each other’s orbit, and separated just as soon as they had. He knew better to assume that there was love there, but that didn’t mean Ex hadn’t done something Saturn would remember. When the anthem played and the boy from seven’s face showed, Saturn was thinking about the knock at his door and, for the first time, seeing someone that wanted him (to be with him, even as death approached).
Sleep came fitfully, in bursts, in and out of the darkness along the edges of the flat terrain. He saw his room’s broken mirror, the empty bed where he’d been ruined, the training floor where it all began. He wondered if death would be this purgatory, a memory of all the places that he wished to forget, until he was granted absolution for whatever crimes he’d gone and committed.
“Let’s get a move on before the sun gets up,” He said after the third time he woke, not so much because he was worried about the sun or the heat, but because he selfishly knew he wasn’t going to get another minute of sleep. He packed his things and put on the rest of his armor, pausing only at the sound of a squeaking pup – holding a box of condoms.
Saturn grinned and took the box, finding a solitary rubber sealed away.
“Oh yeah, because I’m really going to start using these now,” He smirked and put the thing in his pocket all the same.
It was the patch of hair that caught his eye – brown.
He couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear and squeeze the little clump of hair in his fist.
There was no earthly reason for either of them to care for each other so, and yet – here he was, hoping that Exover lived, if only for a little while. He wanted to find him in the sunflower fields, and stare up at the imaginary clouds. He didn’t know what he would say, but at least he could spend an hour or two with someone that made him happy, without need for anything else. And then of course he would spend a good amount of time rearranging his guts. Damaris could find some place to busy herself (or watch, he didn’t care, he wasn’t her father).
When they came up to the rocky outcropping he could hear echoes of movement, and what sounded like voices. They were far enough away he couldn’t be clear on the words, but from the sound of the footsteps they were coming fast. He motioned to Damaris and drew his morning star.
He spotted Alja as she came around one of the boulders.
Well. She was an enemy now, no matter what she’d been in the past.
“Stop.” He said, beginning to angle himself. “I said, STOP!”
But she kept running toward them, and Saturn began to grit his teeth. He washed away the thought of what he was about to do with a quick leap, and swing forward. With both hands, he brought the morning star toward her chest.
“HNNNNG!”
[Saturn Rhodon attacks Alja Gavrilovic with his Spiked Blunt]
eA8otH_MuZspiked blunt
[result:14097 -- BROKEN RIGHT WRIST -- 6.5 damage (Spiked Blunt) + 1 for strength]
He could see by the look on her face that he’d ventured into a territory beyond what seemed romantic and into physical (she always seemed to have a knowing stare that could tell more than a lot of others without a word). She told him that maybe he needed to be honest and say how he felt, rather than what he wanted to do. Saturn paused, and watched the dust kick up and past his boots.
He liked being praised for the way that he looked. Boys spent the majority of their time eliciting praise (you’re so fucking hot) between gasping for air or having Saturn take charge that he couldn’t remember if anyone had told him how they felt. He wiped away a trail of sweat down the side of his face and wondered what good it would do to tell Ex how he felt. Except he’d never been better than when he was with Damaris, able to shed his skin and talk about what lurked underneath.
But it only last for that moment, the sense of relief. When they’d started moving again he wondered if it was all a mistake because he started to revisit all the same feelings over again. He’d been the one that had shown his feelings to his mentor, who took every word, every smile to capture Saturn. He hated being reminded of what it meant to purposefully become vulnerable. Telling the truth left him open to all sorts of fears.
Still – Damaris had be brave enough to tell him about wanting to die, and trying to kill herself. This little spark of courage had let him say, unequivocally, that the man who he trusted, who should have known better, had taken him and changed his life forever. He didn’t feel brave, but he had felt honest. He felt different, too. As though walking across the dry crust of earth, as dust caked his armor, he was cleaner, somehow.
He set about writing a letter to tell Exover the truth – that he didn’t know how to feel about him, but he felt enough that he wanted Ex to know. They weren’t anything, save for two boys that had smashed through each other’s orbit, and separated just as soon as they had. He knew better to assume that there was love there, but that didn’t mean Ex hadn’t done something Saturn would remember. When the anthem played and the boy from seven’s face showed, Saturn was thinking about the knock at his door and, for the first time, seeing someone that wanted him (to be with him, even as death approached).
Sleep came fitfully, in bursts, in and out of the darkness along the edges of the flat terrain. He saw his room’s broken mirror, the empty bed where he’d been ruined, the training floor where it all began. He wondered if death would be this purgatory, a memory of all the places that he wished to forget, until he was granted absolution for whatever crimes he’d gone and committed.
“Let’s get a move on before the sun gets up,” He said after the third time he woke, not so much because he was worried about the sun or the heat, but because he selfishly knew he wasn’t going to get another minute of sleep. He packed his things and put on the rest of his armor, pausing only at the sound of a squeaking pup – holding a box of condoms.
Saturn grinned and took the box, finding a solitary rubber sealed away.
“Oh yeah, because I’m really going to start using these now,” He smirked and put the thing in his pocket all the same.
It was the patch of hair that caught his eye – brown.
He couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear and squeeze the little clump of hair in his fist.
There was no earthly reason for either of them to care for each other so, and yet – here he was, hoping that Exover lived, if only for a little while. He wanted to find him in the sunflower fields, and stare up at the imaginary clouds. He didn’t know what he would say, but at least he could spend an hour or two with someone that made him happy, without need for anything else. And then of course he would spend a good amount of time rearranging his guts. Damaris could find some place to busy herself (or watch, he didn’t care, he wasn’t her father).
When they came up to the rocky outcropping he could hear echoes of movement, and what sounded like voices. They were far enough away he couldn’t be clear on the words, but from the sound of the footsteps they were coming fast. He motioned to Damaris and drew his morning star.
He spotted Alja as she came around one of the boulders.
Well. She was an enemy now, no matter what she’d been in the past.
“Stop.” He said, beginning to angle himself. “I said, STOP!”
But she kept running toward them, and Saturn began to grit his teeth. He washed away the thought of what he was about to do with a quick leap, and swing forward. With both hands, he brought the morning star toward her chest.
“HNNNNG!”
[Saturn Rhodon attacks Alja Gavrilovic with his Spiked Blunt]
eA8otH_MuZspiked blunt
[result:14097 -- BROKEN RIGHT WRIST -- 6.5 damage (Spiked Blunt) + 1 for strength]
