Made Glorious Spring ( 18+ from page 10 onwards )

Discussion in 'Swords Across the Styx' started by Zin, Aug 28, 2016.

  1. Zin

    Zin Professional Lurker

    @Benjamin Halverson meets @Martin Reed

    Now is the winter of our discontent
    Made glorious summer by this sun (son) of York;
    And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house
    In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
    Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;
    Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;
    Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,
    Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
    Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front;
    And now, instead of mounting barded steeds
    To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,
    He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber
    To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
    -Richard III, Act 1, scene 1.
     
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  2. Martin Reed

    Martin Reed Seer-Witch of Heart

    A gentle spring shower marks the end of a long night behind the bar, a pleasant cool bite to the air caressing the skin of the small, slim man who is busily locking the doors to The Streetcar Bar, singing quietly under his breath before tipping his head back, biting his lip and letting the water spatter across his skin. Nights like this, when the streets are empty, and no one can really call it night anymore, not really, when the wee hours of the morning dawn and all that's left is the faint brush of neon, of streetlights haloed in the mist of rain, of the dark of the night holding him tight between the pools of light, it's nights like this that bring the world into further clarity.

    He laughs, quietly, singing in a lilty voice as he spins his keys and starts strolling down the street.

    "I walked into the room dripping in gold
    Yeah dripping in gold
    I walked into the room dripping in gold
    Dripping in gold
    A wave of heads did turn, or so I've been told
    Or so I've been told"
     
  3. Benjamin Halverson

    Benjamin Halverson The gales of November come early

    Nights like these are when Benjamin leaves the house, if he can. It gives him the best chance at being left alone, not having to talk or be startled by anyone. The kitchen is empty again, and he's starving, so he can't put this off any longer.

    He jams his hands into his pockets, looking up at the sky.

    He's been up coding again, deep into the night, and his brain hasn't quite recognized the time; it feels like it should still be late afternoon.

    It's a nice night, cool and breezy. He closes his eyes for a moment as he walks, breathing in the smell of rain.

    It still feels good. He hasn't lost that, yet. It gets harder and harder to leave the house, but at least the rain feels good.
     
  4. Martin Reed

    Martin Reed Seer-Witch of Heart

    A lilty, cheerful song drifts through the air, bouncing along the walls of a nearby alley as he nears the shops.

    "Why can't you want me like the other boys do?
    They stare at me while I stare at you
    Why can't I keep you safe as my own?
    One moment I have you the next you are gone
    Rehearsed steps on an empty stage
    That boy's got my heart in a silver cage
    Why can't you want me like the other boys do?
    They stare at me while I crave you

    It's true I crave you
    Crave you
    It's true I crave you"

    The man who steps out is small, dressed in black skinny jeans that are practically panted on, long-sleeved black shirt plastered to his skin from the rain. His hair is plastered to his face, visible in the streetlights from a distance, and he's almost dancing, seemingly sure that he's the only soul on the streets... or maybe not caring if anyone is there to see him.
     
  5. Benjamin Halverson

    Benjamin Halverson The gales of November come early

    Benjamin startles, eyes wide as he jerks back away from the alley. His heart is pounding rabbit-fast in his chest, as he tries to calm the fuck down. It's just some guy, this isn't a big deal at all, he's fine, he's fine.

    He's staring for a little too long before he even registers what the man looks like. Then he just... keeps staring, frozen in place, his pale cheeks going pink as the rain drips down his face.

    Fuck. He's... he's really cute.

    Benjamin tries to stomp the flush of interest and keep walking, past the man and toward the grocery store. It... it's not like anything's going to happen anyway. He doesn't want anything to happen. He's fine.

    He's been alone for a long time, and the jolt of attraction and loneliness, of wanting, is hard to stifle.
     
  6. Martin Reed

    Martin Reed Seer-Witch of Heart

    There's a spark of desire, flashing to life like a burning flame, and he can't help but hunt for it, licking his lips. Someone wants something, and he's been around often enough to know when he's the subject of focus.

    His eyes lock on the redhaired man, even from distance - a distance that's slowly diminishing, as the man manages to make his feet start working - and he can't help but grin a little wider, pushing some of his wet hair out of his face in a motion that's calculated to display how the fabric of his shirt clings to his arm muscles. He runs his tongue over his lips, lets his eyes go half-lidded and hungry, and does what he does best.

    Flirt with strangers.

    His voice is lilting, slower, as he drawls out the words to the song, skipping back a few lines on impulse, watching the redhead openly.

    "Why can't you want me like the other boys do?
    They stare at me while I crave you

    It's true I crave you
    Crave you
    It's true I crave you

    Let's just stop and think, before I lose face
    Surely I can't fall, into a game of chase
    Around his little finger, that boy has got me curled
    I try to reach out, but he's in his own world"
     
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  7. Benjamin Halverson

    Benjamin Halverson The gales of November come early

    Benjamin swallows hard, staring back like a startled fawn, all wide eyes and long limbs, his cheeks blushing even redder.

    He... he... oh god, he's being flirted with. He's not even wearing anything decent, just the shirt and jeans that smelled cleanish this morning, plastered to his body by the rain.

    This was not in the plans for the night. And yet he's still staring, his steps slowing to a stop as he approaches.

    It's been five years since he... since he's done anything like this. Not since college. He hasn't even spoken aloud in... two or three weeks, probably.

    He wants...
     
  8. Martin Reed

    Martin Reed Seer-Witch of Heart

    Martin grins a bit wider, delighted by the curl of delicious wanting that's coming off the other man in waves.

    He doesn't go closer, though - no reason to, when the other man is already coming to him.

    He just lets teasing ooze from his voice, grinning playfully.

    "This boy's got my head tied in knots with all his games
    I simply want him more because he looks the other way

    Why can't you want me like the other boys do?
    They stare at me while I stare at you"
     
  9. Benjamin Halverson

    Benjamin Halverson The gales of November come early

    Benjamin makes a tiny, distressed squeak, mouth working as he tries to get up the nerve to speak. "I... Y-you..."

    He flushes even more red, mortified, and bolts for the safety of the grocery store. Oh god, oh fuck, what does he do.

    Why did he panic and run off? And now it's way too embarrassing to turn back and oh god, oh god.

    Why is this his life.
     
  10. Martin Reed

    Martin Reed Seer-Witch of Heart

    Martin lets out a startled "wha-" as he runs past, a bit perturbed.

    Really?

    The hook of hungry desire is still piercing, clear and wanting, but. He ran. He actually ran?

    Martin glances down at himself, lips pursed. He doesn't look threatening, right? No. He doesn't. So.

    Hm.

    He gives the man a minute or two for a headstart, then meanders towards the same shop.

    Hell, he might as well pick up a few things later, anyway, even if this doesn't go towards fun.
     
  11. Benjamin Halverson

    Benjamin Halverson The gales of November come early

    Benjamin is clearly still nervous by the time Martin catches sight of him, glancing behind him periodically as he pushes his cart through the aisles. He's also still beet red, full of embarrassment and want. He hasn't noticed Martin yet.

    God, he's absolutely threatening. Or at least intimidating. Benjamin has no idea what to do with this situation, and he's kicking himself hard for being such a neurotic idiot.
     
  12. Martin Reed

    Martin Reed Seer-Witch of Heart

    Martin hums, sliding into his own aisles with a cart, piling it up with his usual - fresh herbs, vegetables, fruit. Beef, chicken, pork. Good, wholesome things that make goddamn delicious dinners, lunches, and breakfasts....

    He meanders into the next aisle over, trying to be inconspicuous, picking out wild rice, couscous, and heading over to grab some pasta.
     
  13. Benjamin Halverson

    Benjamin Halverson The gales of November come early

    Benjamin's cart is pretty well-stocked by the time he gets to the pasta, and he's starting to calm, pointedly ignoring his surroundings and the nagging terror of people near him. He just... needs to make his way through the list, get enough food for the next few weeks, and he'll be fine. It'll all be fine.

    So he doesn't notice the other person in the aisle, coming up behind him.
     
  14. Martin Reed

    Martin Reed Seer-Witch of Heart

    Martin realizes that it's the same man, but... hey, he isn't going to grab him, or anything.

    He reaches out to grab a packet of pasta, still thinking of how to approach the topic of 'well, I'm pretty sure you want me, and I wouldn't mind', and finds himself stopped.

    He glares at the top shelf.
     
  15. Benjamin Halverson

    Benjamin Halverson The gales of November come early

    Benjamin startles at the proximity, jerking back and cracking the back of his head on the shelf. "Ow! Shit. Fuck."

    Then he flushes again, as he rubs his head. Oh, yeah. Super suave. Fuck his life.

    "... um. Shit. ... Uh. S...sorry about that."

    At least the guy's less intimidating when he's stymied by pasta, instead of smouldering at him.
     
  16. Martin Reed

    Martin Reed Seer-Witch of Heart

    Martin stares at him, then looks up at the upper shelf. "....iiiif you're reeeeally sorry, could you grab me that?" He points.
     
  17. Benjamin Halverson

    Benjamin Halverson The gales of November come early

    Benjamin follows his gaze, blinking repeatedly as his brain shifts gears. "... y-yeah. How many?"

    He reaches up to grab a box, offering it tentatively.
     
  18. Martin Reed

    Martin Reed Seer-Witch of Heart

    Martin takes the box, then holds up his fingers. "Two more. An... uhm. That? An' that-" He points out a few more items on the upper shelves.
     
  19. Benjamin Halverson

    Benjamin Halverson The gales of November come early

    "..." Is he... is he going to follow him all the way around the grocery store?

    Benjamin nods quietly and fetches them for him, still pink. "Uh. Anything else?"
     
  20. Martin Reed

    Martin Reed Seer-Witch of Heart

    "Your number?" Martin grins slyly.
     
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