Ravus Nox Fleuret (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
sonoftenebrae) wrote2021-02-01 10:16 pm
sonoftenebrae) wrote2021-02-01 10:16 pm
[At the mention of his 'revenge', Cor seems to pressy the wipe a little too hard against the wounds, just for a brief moment. Surely, it's just coincidence...]
And did you think it was worth the cost? Worth all the lives lost because of that gods-damn never-ending war? The retaliation your people would've faced from Lucis if we had successfully repelled the Empire?
[His touch is still even and firm, even as his voice and glare seem as sharp as a cruel blade.]
And did you think it was worth the cost? Worth all the lives lost because of that gods-damn never-ending war? The retaliation your people would've faced from Lucis if we had successfully repelled the Empire?
[His touch is still even and firm, even as his voice and glare seem as sharp as a cruel blade.]
[Ravus inhales sharply as Gladio's teeth touch his throat. The skin there is pale and will show off any marks. Thank the Six for his high-collared coat.
Ravus should shove Gladiolus backwards and deck him for daring to bite him, the former prince of Tenebrae, but...
...but he is so rarely touched like this. No one dares, and Ravus never permits it even if they did. The bulk of Gladio's frame pressed against him, the nipping pain soothed by the seductive drag of tongue against his pulse point, the heat after so long of cold indifference to his own needs...
Ravus should push Gladio away, but he doesn't. His fingers tighten in Gladio's dark locks, keeping that wicked mouth from stopping the assault on his neck. His magitek arm sneaks up behind the Shield, gripping that perfect ass with his metal fingers.]
Speak of this to no one.
[And with that, he pulls Gladio closer, grinding their groins together.]
Ravus should shove Gladiolus backwards and deck him for daring to bite him, the former prince of Tenebrae, but...
...but he is so rarely touched like this. No one dares, and Ravus never permits it even if they did. The bulk of Gladio's frame pressed against him, the nipping pain soothed by the seductive drag of tongue against his pulse point, the heat after so long of cold indifference to his own needs...
Ravus should push Gladio away, but he doesn't. His fingers tighten in Gladio's dark locks, keeping that wicked mouth from stopping the assault on his neck. His magitek arm sneaks up behind the Shield, gripping that perfect ass with his metal fingers.]
Speak of this to no one.
[And with that, he pulls Gladio closer, grinding their groins together.]
[Cor's cold stare does not phase Ravus. He's borne harsher judgement, from the captors that would become his employers and from his own people, who thought him the inverse of their beloved oracle. If he let himself care about withering looks, he'd have never survived the Imperial Academy.]
The war happened quite independently of any schemes of mine, Marshall. I merely used its momentum to position myself. Other opportunities were in short supply.
[He pulls his hand back from Cor.]
Leave the bandages there. I'll see to this myself.
[It was foolish to think he could rely upon a Lucian. Had he not learned that lesson twelves years ago?]
The war happened quite independently of any schemes of mine, Marshall. I merely used its momentum to position myself. Other opportunities were in short supply.
[He pulls his hand back from Cor.]
Leave the bandages there. I'll see to this myself.
[It was foolish to think he could rely upon a Lucian. Had he not learned that lesson twelves years ago?]
I fuckin' know that first part. But I'm both pissed off and disappointed that you never took the safety of your own damn people into account when you were making your little so-called 'schemes'.
[Cor sighs irritably, but doesn't hand over the bandages just yet.]
And leave you to fend for yourself, like a horrible roommate? I think not. Now, give your hand back...
[Cor sighs irritably, but doesn't hand over the bandages just yet.]
And leave you to fend for yourself, like a horrible roommate? I think not. Now, give your hand back...
So that really works.
[All Ravus has done is gotten himself into a fight that ended with kissing. He's managed to get by with that, but it's obvious to him that he needs to form more and greater alliances.]
I suppose we can clasp hands if the talking does not earn us currents enough for a drink.
[It is not ideal, but they can suffer through it for the sweet release of alcohol.]
[All Ravus has done is gotten himself into a fight that ended with kissing. He's managed to get by with that, but it's obvious to him that he needs to form more and greater alliances.]
I suppose we can clasp hands if the talking does not earn us currents enough for a drink.
[It is not ideal, but they can suffer through it for the sweet release of alcohol.]
[Ravus glares, still not giving his hand back to Cor.]
Oh, how noble of you. How easily Lucian aid comes now, when it costs you nothing.
[Since the bandages are not forthcoming, Ravus stands again, walking to the door.]
You renounce me for joining the Empire, and renounce me for rebelling against them. [Ravus hasn't seen the fallout of his treason, but he knows what surely must come of it.] You'll understand why your opinion means nothing to me.
Oh, how noble of you. How easily Lucian aid comes now, when it costs you nothing.
[Since the bandages are not forthcoming, Ravus stands again, walking to the door.]
You renounce me for joining the Empire, and renounce me for rebelling against them. [Ravus hasn't seen the fallout of his treason, but he knows what surely must come of it.] You'll understand why your opinion means nothing to me.
Maybe if you get your thick skull out of being too far up your own gods-damn ass, you'd see how fuckin' mistaken you are on all those things!
[The words are spat at Ravus' back, as Cor finally starts to feel his fuse growing short. Gods, he knew that Ravus never liked Lucis after Regis' fuck-ups involving the Tenebrean invasion and resulting fallout. But how in the hells did even his sister put up with this kind of asshole for both family and a possible leader?
And he wants to go after him so very badly. He even takes the first step towards him as Ravus reaches the door. But he then stops and realizes that his temper is truly sparking in his head, and thus retracts that step.]
...go work off your anger on some practice dummies, then. And don't you dare be late for dinner, asshole. Or you're gonna be stuck with cold leftovers.
[Look, at least Cor can say that he himself hasn't tried to be a Decent Roommate. One of them has to make the effort to begin with...]
[The words are spat at Ravus' back, as Cor finally starts to feel his fuse growing short. Gods, he knew that Ravus never liked Lucis after Regis' fuck-ups involving the Tenebrean invasion and resulting fallout. But how in the hells did even his sister put up with this kind of asshole for both family and a possible leader?
And he wants to go after him so very badly. He even takes the first step towards him as Ravus reaches the door. But he then stops and realizes that his temper is truly sparking in his head, and thus retracts that step.]
...go work off your anger on some practice dummies, then. And don't you dare be late for dinner, asshole. Or you're gonna be stuck with cold leftovers.
[Look, at least Cor can say that he himself hasn't tried to be a Decent Roommate. One of them has to make the effort to begin with...]
Edited 2021-02-17 03:56 (UTC)
[Ravus whirls around, eyes flashing.]
Then what was I supposed to do? Wait for a rescue that was never going to come?
[It is so easy for them to say he was wrong, but what the fuck else could he have done?
He wants to tell Cor to choke on his dinner. He's so angry he'd rather starve than eat a single bite of a Lucian's food. But he has to remember the alliance. He promised Lunafreya that he would support Noctis, and a blasted army of Lucians and Galahdians would gladly bar his way to the prince.
So he bites his tongue and swallows his pride. It's a bitter pill, but bitter is the only taste he's known for years. He turns back to the door to leave.]
Then what was I supposed to do? Wait for a rescue that was never going to come?
[It is so easy for them to say he was wrong, but what the fuck else could he have done?
He wants to tell Cor to choke on his dinner. He's so angry he'd rather starve than eat a single bite of a Lucian's food. But he has to remember the alliance. He promised Lunafreya that he would support Noctis, and a blasted army of Lucians and Galahdians would gladly bar his way to the prince.
So he bites his tongue and swallows his pride. It's a bitter pill, but bitter is the only taste he's known for years. He turns back to the door to leave.]
Yeah, sure. I don't mind.
[Holding hands is like, baby stuff, so whatever. He'll do it! If Ravus needs to go lurk in a dark corner so no one can see them, or something, he'll still do it, but he will also make comments.
Until then.]
Well, keep talking, I guess. You like swords?
[Holding hands is like, baby stuff, so whatever. He'll do it! If Ravus needs to go lurk in a dark corner so no one can see them, or something, he'll still do it, but he will also make comments.
Until then.]
Well, keep talking, I guess. You like swords?
[The fact that the prospect of hand holding is such a non-issue for Carver makes it slightly less embarrassing for Ravus to consider. He needs no dark corner, but he will exhaust their other option first.]
You could say so. I prefer swords to guns. They are a far more refined weapon. I do not feel the need to amass a whole arsenal of them, like some Eosians do. [Those damned Lucians and their Armiger.] My sword is a means to an end, and I need but one, so long as I wield it properly.
[There's a freedom is speaking to someone entirely removed from his world's politics. He has no need to censor himself in front of Carver.]
And you?
[Those arms look like they could heft a greatsword with ease.]
You could say so. I prefer swords to guns. They are a far more refined weapon. I do not feel the need to amass a whole arsenal of them, like some Eosians do. [
[There's a freedom is speaking to someone entirely removed from his world's politics. He has no need to censor himself in front of Carver.]
And you?
[Those arms look like they could heft a greatsword with ease.]
[A whole arsenal of swords makes him scoff, halfway amused-- it sounds like it'd be cool on paper and stupid in practice, not that he has any idea what specifically Ravus is talking about. Carrying a whole armory around? Ridiculous, at best.]
Greatsword, [ding ding] and I like to think I know how to handle it. Smaller swords just don't do it for me.
[Just look at him, he'd be wasted on an ordinary sword. Even a broadsword! Go huge or go home.]
Don't call me ineloquent again for this, but-- What's a gun?
Greatsword, [ding ding] and I like to think I know how to handle it. Smaller swords just don't do it for me.
[Just look at him, he'd be wasted on an ordinary sword. Even a broadsword! Go huge or go home.]
Don't call me ineloquent again for this, but-- What's a gun?
[Is that... innuendo, or is this man just really enthusiastic about his large weapon? Ravus is not sure.]
Educating yourself is not an endeavor I would scorn. Does your world have cannons? Bombs?
Educating yourself is not an endeavor I would scorn. Does your world have cannons? Bombs?
[It could be a little bit of both, the mystery makes it fun--]
Bombs-- yeah. [Magic ones, in particular, on the Large Scale. He frowns, trying to fathom how a bomb could be a personal weapon in any sense of the word.] Not... really all that refined, no.
That's guns?
Bombs-- yeah. [Magic ones, in particular, on the Large Scale. He frowns, trying to fathom how a bomb could be a personal weapon in any sense of the word.] Not... really all that refined, no.
That's guns?
Guns are a pipe with a tiny bomb inside that blasts a bit of metal out toward a target. [Or something like that, Ravus is no weapons engineer.] It is like a crossbow that requires even less skill to use.
[Just know that guns are the weapons for people who can't use a real weapon, Carver.]
[Just know that guns are the weapons for people who can't use a real weapon, Carver.]
[He should push him back. Because this odd craving that's bubbling up in him is becoming harder and harder to control. The tightness in his hair, and the grip on his body, pulled in for a slow, but deliberate grind- it makes Gladio groan in the back of his throat, breath a bit shorter now.]
I don't kiss and tell.
[-and no one would believe him even if he did anyway. Which is fine, he doesn't care, more for him.
With this new permission, his own hand leaves Ravus' side to slide down over his hip, to his ass, down the back of his thigh, lifting his leg up to get it up and around his hip. The pull makes the friction of their groins even stronger, the new angle making it so much easier. Gladio's mouth return to get another burning kiss, biting on the lip, as an outlet for the steadily building frustration.]
I don't kiss and tell.
[-and no one would believe him even if he did anyway. Which is fine, he doesn't care, more for him.
With this new permission, his own hand leaves Ravus' side to slide down over his hip, to his ass, down the back of his thigh, lifting his leg up to get it up and around his hip. The pull makes the friction of their groins even stronger, the new angle making it so much easier. Gladio's mouth return to get another burning kiss, biting on the lip, as an outlet for the steadily building frustration.]
I know a guy who'd have your neck for saying that about crossbows.
[Shout out to Varric, wherever he may be... may he turn in his sleep over this shit talking of guns n' crossbows, because,] But you're not wrong about the skill thing.
[Swords... are just better. He considers the bonkers mental image of carrying around a pipe that shoots tiny bomb things, then,]
Sounds like a mess.
[Shout out to Varric, wherever he may be... may he turn in his sleep over this shit talking of guns n' crossbows, because,] But you're not wrong about the skill thing.
[Swords... are just better. He considers the bonkers mental image of carrying around a pipe that shoots tiny bomb things, then,]
Sounds like a mess.
[Oh, Ravus is planning on more than just kissing. With Gladiolus' discretion assured, he releases his grip on the Shield's hair and sneaks his hand between their bodies. It isn't easy to begin unfastening buttons while they are pressed together, but Ravus is willing to put in effort to overcome the challenge. He refuses to come in his pants like some ill-prepared youth.
The bare skin of Gladio's washboard abs is scalding hot as he brushes past it. Even if they can't fully disrobe here, he wants to lay eyes upon the greatsword this man surely has hidden in his trousers. After he unlatches the buttons of his own pants, Ravus moves to the Shield's, navigating by feel while Gladio kisses his breath away. It will be a very different, and ultimately much more satisfying, crossing of swords once he gets the both of them exposed.]
The bare skin of Gladio's washboard abs is scalding hot as he brushes past it. Even if they can't fully disrobe here, he wants to lay eyes upon the greatsword this man surely has hidden in his trousers. After he unlatches the buttons of his own pants, Ravus moves to the Shield's, navigating by feel while Gladio kisses his breath away. It will be a very different, and ultimately much more satisfying, crossing of swords once he gets the both of them exposed.]
Well, unless a war breaks out or daemons start spawning, your friend's inefficient weapon is of no consequence.
[Ravus is sending this lad into the world with a wildly inaccurate understanding of firearms and he's not even sorry.]
Did you end up with sparring partners from your post? [At least there are plenty of people here who recognize what the right weapon is.]
[Ravus is sending this lad into the world with a wildly inaccurate understanding of firearms and he's not even sorry.]
Did you end up with sparring partners from your post? [At least there are plenty of people here who recognize what the right weapon is.]
[Haha inefficient weapon, take that, Varric! He'll remember this for if Varric ever turns up in the city-- which, incidentally, would be mortifying, but at least he'll have - ironically - ammo.]
A few people. Haven't met up with any of them yet, though. Sooner or later, unless something happens...
[Because the other shoe will surely drop, he's sure of it. But until then.]
You?
A few people. Haven't met up with any of them yet, though. Sooner or later, unless something happens...
[Because the other shoe will surely drop, he's sure of it. But until then.]
You?
I have one so far, to keep myself in practice. I may offer lessons to the prince of my world. He would benefit from an instructor who is disinclined to coddle him.
[The others would protest that accusation, but Ravus has seen how disgustingly fond they are of Noctis.]
Even if there's no use for it here, we will need our skills honed for when we return home.
[The others would protest that accusation, but Ravus has seen how disgustingly fond they are of Noctis.]
Even if there's no use for it here, we will need our skills honed for when we return home.
You don't think there's a use for it here?
[Idly asked, but honestly curious; maybe he's been paranoid, but there's always something... Someone always gets comfortable. Makes a mistake. He'd rather it not be him.
It definitely does sound paranoid when he thinks about it like that, but ehh...]
[Idly asked, but honestly curious; maybe he's been paranoid, but there's always something... Someone always gets comfortable. Makes a mistake. He'd rather it not be him.
It definitely does sound paranoid when he thinks about it like that, but ehh...]
I was told sword-fighting in the streets could merit an arrest. The government of this world does not encourage combat, except in dire circumstances.
[Which Ravus considers preposterous, but apparently this world has less demonic infestations that must be repelled.]
That is not to say it might not become necessary. But exercise caution when you train, lest you offend our peace-loving hosts.
[Which Ravus considers preposterous, but apparently this world has less demonic infestations that must be repelled.]
That is not to say it might not become necessary. But exercise caution when you train, lest you offend our peace-loving hosts.
Edited 2021-02-26 00:46 (UTC)
Huh. [That's not suspicious at all! Except that it completely is, because people just fight, in his experience; there's no such thing as total peace 100% of the time, so either the government is grinding its heel into the people here, or the dire circumstances are about to explode anyway.
That, and a friendly swordfight never hurt anybody. Emotionally. Probably. But great: another place where he can't do the one thing he's good at because somebody will get sensitive about it.]
Well, thanks. I'll keep it under wraps as best I can. Maybe find a cave somewhere and bang on the walls for training.
That, and a friendly swordfight never hurt anybody. Emotionally. Probably. But great: another place where he can't do the one thing he's good at because somebody will get sensitive about it.]
Well, thanks. I'll keep it under wraps as best I can. Maybe find a cave somewhere and bang on the walls for training.
I am sure you could find a gymnasium with an appropriate space. Just be ware of drawing your weapon in public spaces.
[Ravus is scrutinizing this man's training regimen in a major way. What good is banging on walls? And in a cave??]
[Ravus is scrutinizing this man's training regimen in a major way. What good is banging on walls? And in a cave??]
Yeah, yeah, I got it. Come on, this is the one.
[The bar, at last, with its big neon beer mug sign above the door, which is the only way Carver knows how to find it. He leads the way in and heads for a table; the decor is dark-with-neon, even in the middle of the afternoon.]
Hell of a place, huh?
[The bar, at last, with its big neon beer mug sign above the door, which is the only way Carver knows how to find it. He leads the way in and heads for a table; the decor is dark-with-neon, even in the middle of the afternoon.]
Hell of a place, huh?
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