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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Sept 5, 2008 6:38:31 GMT -5
First of all, Edmund was surprised that his mind was even going there. It didn't.. He didn't think like that. Second, he was even further suprised that..Well. He had to look away before his thoughts wandered further along in that direction and started..Causing him problems. ..Shameful. That was really the only word for it. Absolutely, indescribably shameful. Nothing like that had even happened. ..Blaine had broken him. That had to be it. He'd killed any sense he might've had otherwise. Oh, and third, of course, he was debating on whether or not to grab a handful of blonde hair and try his best to remove it.. But he wasn't even sure if..He'd been doing it on purpose. Dammit.
"'We' makes it sound like you think I want to spend time with you," he muttered, suddenly immensely absorbed in his own ice cream. He set himself about removing a chunk of strawberry without disturbing its surroundings, grabbing at the edge of it with his teeth until it finally broke free. A further pause to roll it around in his mouth until it thawed a little. "..Beats me." Well, maybe he didn't mind spending time with him as much as he minded going back to lounge around in his house until he died of..Nothing. It was the first time in a very long while that he could remember actually not wanting to hightail it to the nearest napping spot. ..Broken. His brain was entirely broken.
"Come up with something," he demanded, eyeing his cone for any other strawberries close enough to the surface to get.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Sept 5, 2008 18:19:17 GMT -5
“ Well you don’t have to be so mean about it.” The fae pouted for a moment in careful thought.
“ The bar is closed…. So that counts out any fun there. Hmm…. And I don’t suppose your into distracting marks so….. Uh…. Lets see…..I…. I am out of ideas.” He blinked innocently as he licked his icecream again. The amount slowly going down with every swirl of his tongue.
“ I’m usually so drunk I’m out cold this time of the day. Heh..” He chose to tell the boy truthfully. Not sure really what to do with themselves.
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Sept 5, 2008 19:07:37 GMT -5
"..You're disgusting," he informed him, staring down at the other male with an Edmund-brand disgust-surprise smoothie of an expression. He really could not figure him out.. He went from acting all cute to stabbing his virginity with a metaphorical rusty fork(A little pang at that..Fuck. Some things you just can't get back..), to 'usually' out cold drunk. "..What the hell," he muttered, more to himself than to Blaine as he looked abrubtly away again. Eat your ice cream like a normal person, you little..
Failing at finding any more strawberries on hand, he settled with lapping at what had already started to melt, in the process managing to smear a good amount of it across the tip of his nose. ..Apparently, he didn't notice. "..The park is always interesting," he finally said. Well..Not really. Not always. But he hadn't been in a while.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Sept 5, 2008 19:11:42 GMT -5
Blaine turned to say something else to the guy when he spotted the icecream upon the guys nose. He started to snicker just a tad at this.
“ You got something there.” He said as he pointed to his own nose. So … tempted to lick it off but he had to be good. Unfortunately..
“ The park would be a good place. I can give you another back massage if you want?” He offered innocently. Not thinking about how Edmund might take that but well the guy wasn’t thinking period so one had to give him that at least.
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Sept 5, 2008 19:25:32 GMT -5
One brow shot up, and he reached up to swipe at his nose with his thumb. The resulting pink smear on his fingertip was treated to a hearty eyeroll before he licked it off. Did Blaine have an..Anti-dignity shield, or something? Really..This was getting ridiculous..
'Back massage' had the other dark brow shooting up to join the first, corners of his mouth tugging downwards. He was silent for a moment, like he might've been waiting for the blonde to take the offending offer back. "Let me just..Make sure we're clear on this." The free hand lifted, one finger raised like a teacher lecturing a pupil, likely meant something especially nasty was on its way. He glanced upwards, as though trying very hard to phrase what he was saying in a way Blaine was sure to understand. "You touch me..Just lay one finger on me..And I'm breaking both your arms." He turned his gaze back to him, now, eyes flashing. "Including your freakish magic." A pause, and a brow spasmed. "And if you don't stop giving your ice cream a fucking blow job, I swear I'll shove it somewhere it does not belong!"
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Sept 6, 2008 15:52:00 GMT -5
Blaine held up his one hand as well as his shoulders in a shrug.
“ Okay, okay I won’t touch you, though it does make me wonder where your mind is. I’m just trying not to get icecream all over my hand as it melts. If I knew a icecream cone was going to offend you I would of gotten a cup instead.” He told him, though making it sound as casual as possible and little like he was mocking him in a way. Blaine finished his cone quickly, just to get the offending piece out of the way before he went to say something else only to stop mid sentence. Eyes were wide, orbs of amber and green trained upon a man crossed the street. Tall and slender with ass length pale moon tinted blonde hair that ended in tips of green. Orbs of the deepest purple were scanning the crowed as if looking for something. This was a fae of Blaine’s fathers court… thus meant… this was one of his bounty hunters looking for his hide……
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Sept 6, 2008 20:20:40 GMT -5
"Oh, please.." he muttered, removing a decent-sized chunk of the side of his cone, chomping it into nothingness with a roll of his eyes. "Don't pretend you don't know what you're doing, you little.." Edmund trailed off as he realized Blaine was...He had no idea what he was doing. An arched brow, a second, two.. "..What?" Leaning back and to the side, he got as close to the faerie as he was willing to, trying to look in the direction he was, to follow his line of sight to..Whatever it was he was staring at.
It didn't take him too horribly long for him to spot the odd figure, and he blinked. "..Someone you know?" he asked, flatly. "Someone else you've violated?" Irritating..
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Sept 6, 2008 20:39:13 GMT -5
As the blonde cross the street from them starred over Blaine grabbed Edmund by the shirt in a panic. Trying to pull him into a side alley with a sickening look upon his already paling face.
“ More like someone who wants me dead.” He spoke meekly in a high pitched voice. Only a moment passed before suddenly behind the two men the figure suddenly appeared. Leaning over Blaine’s shoulder as a slender yet masculine grip was upon Blaine’s wrist.
“ Hey there little prince. Daddy wants to be seeing you.” He cooed in a deep toned voice that sounded like something used off of a porn movie. The guy then grinned a bit. Looking over to Edmund.
“ Oh….. So you have a pet too? Hmm…. Maybe before we see daddy I should take him from you and fuck him stupid before your very eyes wimp.” He crooned casually as if he had just said the most normal thing in the world…. And well to a Urban fae… it actually was….
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Sept 6, 2008 20:54:58 GMT -5
His expression made it quite apparent that, as he found himself unceremoniously tugged to the side, if Edmund had had time to say something nasty, he would've. But before he could manage a single threat, it happened that he was processing what Blaine said next. Someone that wanted him..Oh. He..Really sounds--
He started, just a little, at the voice from behind them, the hair on the back of his neck standing on end. He couldn't quite make himself believe it..This guy really was out to get Blaine..That....Why did things like this keep happening to him on the street!? And what was he supposed to do about it!? Focus..This might really--
The last little bit of the cone in his hand shattered as his grip around it abrubtly tightened, a look that was nothing if not homicidal settling across his face. "Two seconds.." he breathed, voice positively dripping with acid. If he hadn't quite been able to make himself believe that this was really happening, and probably about to get really nasty, what the guy said..About a 'pet'..Finally drove it home. He turned his head to stare at the man, bright eyes flashing. "Two seconds to get your hands off and leave, bitch.."
How many times could he be put into situations like this? Unarmed, no idea what all this guy might be able to do to him..Except this time, he couldn't really see it ending so nicely as it had the night before.. He had no idea what he was going to do.
Damn.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Sept 6, 2008 23:38:13 GMT -5
Blaine looked as scared as he could get. Not even noticing as the cone had shattered. The blonde only laughed at the hybrid’s reaction.
“ Oh? A sore spot? “ He grinned at the male.
“ I don’t take orders from half breeds…. -BITCH- and you better watch it. I might kill you for trying to order me around like that. That insignificant worm behind you might play nice with fools like you but I’m a true Urban. I have the power and the will to back up my talk.” He grinned as he held up his hand.
“ So, want to try to go against me?” He asked the human with a devious grin. Blaine… he was shaking by this point placeing a hand upon Edmunds shoulder.
“ Don’t fight him… I’ll…. Go… with him…. I don’t want you getting hurt cause of me.” He told him as he went to take a step closer to the man. Only causing the other blonde to laugh more.
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Sept 7, 2008 0:45:05 GMT -5
"What did I tell you about touching me?" he muttered, shrugging Blaine's hand off as he turned to face this new urban, tone as casual as though the half-planned trip to the park had never been abandoned after all, and he was just warning the faerie back, a perfectly 'normal' situation. But he wondered if maybe, for a second, Blaine's shaking hand had passed a tremor onto him, because he felt an anxious little shiver brush down his spine. He masked it in a shrug, wondered if Blaine was close enough to spot it anyways.
"Ooh, the halfbreed card," he shot back finally, lips curling back into a snarl, contrasting sharply with the measured, frozen edge to his voice. "Charming and original, I see." Entirely ignoring Blaine's request to not fight..Of course. Maybe, if this guy had only insulted him. Maybe he'd listen then.. But 'I'll go with him' set off the biggest mother bear reaction he'd ever experienced in his life. He didn't know what little corner of his conciousness it had come from, and why for Blaine, of all people.. But he could feel it welling up in his chest, rushing through his veins, a little dose of bravery, and he'd kill to actually be a bear.. Anything, to rip this bastard apart, right where he stood.
"I don't care how much talking you do. This is your last chance to realize this 'halfbreed' is going to break you if you don't dissappear." An arching of his brows. He really couldn't see this guy taking a bluff, when it came down to it..But it would be so much easier if he would.. 'Easier' didn't matter, though. He shifted slightly, trying to be subtle about the tensing muscles, the readiness to spring. Whatever this guy did..If he tried to get to Blaine..There was going to be blood. The bear in his chest roared, just daring this guy to try it. Even if the sensible half of him was nervous as hell..'Protect' burned into him. He would not lay a single finger on Blaine until Edmund was broken into pieces.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Sept 7, 2008 10:37:50 GMT -5
Blaine looked to Edmund confused, he had every right to be angry with the fae but still. He was going to get himself injured. Luckily the alleyway blocked their view of the street where humans walked without a care.
“ This is serious Edmund….. Don’t mess with him.” He warned as the blonde and green haired male drew close. Wrapping his digits down Blaine’s jaw line, leaning in to lick the male’s cheek as Blaine obviously winced as if he had just been slapped.
“ I guess little Blaine here is supposed to be your bitch? What a shame, takeing it up the ass as usual you fucking misfit.” He snorted as he shoved Blaine hard into the wall. He starred calmly back at Edmund. For the moment ignoring his quarry.
“ All the same you halfbreeds. Oooooooh look your so tuff. Us pure lineage really need to put you in your place. “ He smirked as he raised his hand a bit. Collecting a fiery energy within his grasp he suddenly threw it straight for the man’s head, followed by a attempted low sweeping kick to hopefully take the guy out either way he moved.
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Sept 7, 2008 13:53:16 GMT -5
'Serious'..He got that. Definitely. A little whiff of singed hair as he bent sideways, last second, his own reflex surprising him almost as much as the attack. If this fucker was fast, it was going to make it a whole lot-- The thoughts in the split second between strikes cut off as he felt the kick connect, and his knees begin to buckle beneath him. Focus, stupid! FOCUS. What to do, what to do..Just a second and he was going to be on the ground, and that was never a good idea.. His eyes flicked once to Blaine, where that bastard had shoved him. No way. He wasn't going to be the only one to fall.
Leaning forward as he went down, he grabbed at the urban's ankle with both hands, and a full intent of yanking his legs out from under him. What place is that? he thought. If he could get ahold of this freak, he'd show him just how tough he was. He wasn't world's biggest fighter or anything, but he bet he could hit this guy harder than he was expecting. He wasn't that useless. A few places above you? If he'd been a little less serious, maybe he would've been able to say it out loud. As it was, though, he..Was a little busy.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Sept 7, 2008 15:02:21 GMT -5
The stranger did not think about the misfit grabbing for his ankle. What sort of fighting tactic was that. As he had him he kicked at the guy maliciously.
“ Get off you fucken dick!” He shouted as he tried to kick him hard. Blaine bit his lip as he ran forward like a ballerina pretending to be a football player.
“ Get off of him!” The blonde shouted as he connected and all three guys were on top of each other.
“ Hmm, if I knew you wanted me to fuck you that bad I would of done so you little bitch. He grinned. For almost a moment he pressed up biting at Blaines lips with a grin.
“ I’ll fuck you both right here if you want… before I kill you that is.” The Urban grunted as he used his other hand to press against Edmunds groin… really it was confusing if this guy was a bounty hunter… or a rapeist…
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Sept 7, 2008 15:36:19 GMT -5
))'Like a ballerina pretending to be a football player.' ..Omfg. /rofl'ing((
Edmund grunted at the oncoming kicks, wincing, then again as he found himself..At the bottom of..A pile.. It took him just a second to snap his mind back into focus, and a sound not anything short of a snarl ripped from his throat as he realized the pressure between his legs. What did it take before the people started realizing that their hands did not belong down there!? He snatched at him again, fingernails seeking skin, an iron-tight grip too strong for a human finding bones to twist. "Hands..Off!" He gathered his legs up between them, made to shove the bounty hunter's body away with his feet at the same time.
That hand he had down there..Wrists weren't hard to break.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Sept 7, 2008 15:59:58 GMT -5
The male fae was send flying off from Edmunds strength. At the same time though this counter attack sent Blaine flying for he had been on top of the pile. He hit the wall hard with his attacker. The long haired fae slowly getting up as he rubbed his head. Dirt upon his finely chiseled cheek. He looked to Blaine with a smirk. “ I’ll fuck you later boy. This ass needs a lesson taught to him. Like how to be a good little pet.” He smirked as he held up his hand. Suddenly energy collected about his arm looking a lot like a blade of a sword. Bowed away from his flesh, this curved boomerrang type weapon was suddenly propelled forward as the Fae ran. Attempting to injure the man’s legs so he could do what he pleased with him. “ Little mice should learn not to play with cats.” The fae grinned as Blaine ran after him. He pulled up his hand, a green energy flowing about his finger nails, his eyes seeming to glow a bit with venom. “ Leave him alone Alexial!” He snapped as he raked his digits forward. The energy lashing out like five little whips upon each finger. Trying to hit the man’s back before he hit his friend…. (( Ooc: A sight to behold eh? XD ))
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Sept 7, 2008 16:27:51 GMT -5
))-Rolls across her floor cackling-((
Edmund had just pushed himself to his feet when he realized that Blaine had gone flying, too, and just had time to process that when the source of all this trouble came at him again. He was pissed. He was..So..Pissed.. This guy.. There was that desire to break him again, a feral want for snaps and cracks and blood. His combat skills were rusty, his head and shoulders were aching from this guy kicking him..But enough was enough. This was serious, and dicking around wasn't going to make it go away.
"Fuck off," he told him, and the fabric of his shirt stretched taut across his chest..A poppoppoprrriiiiipp as the back was stretched further than it could handle, tatters of fabric rising on battered, off-white masses that unfolded themselves into ragged wings, all over a span of a single second. There was an ominous creaking of joints, the underused limbs protesting their quick withdrawal, and then the angle at which they were stretched forward, wrapping around his body, razor edges of the outer feathers swiping blindly at the fae's face, throat, chest. Anything, as he tried to step back, tried to get out of range of the strike even as he struck back.
He felt a distant, burning sensation in his left leg, his right..Felt his muscles start to tremble and his legs begin to give way, but he fought to sink down to his knees slower, if nothing else. This man..He really..Wanted him to die.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Sept 7, 2008 18:14:56 GMT -5
The fae was ripped over and over again as he stumbled back from the dismal wings of the hybrid. Blaine was caught by the man moving backwards. All the same both ended up torn by the razor wings. Though not enough to kill either, though definitely enough to cause some pain. Blaine’s wounds consisted of a stripe of red cross his delicate cheek as well as some upon his upper arms. The man before him received most of the trauma held wounds to his chest face and arms as well as a few cross his neck though nothing luckily hitting the vein. The man looked back to the two. A little put off by the display of power.
“ I’ll be back for you two, and next time I -WILL- fuck you both and humiliate you before turning you in, dear prince of nothing.” He grinned before suddenly disappearing in a explosion of green and white glittery smoke. Blaine though for the time fell to his knee’s as well. Panting hard as slowly his energy whips were re-absorbed into his body like living vines curling up into their harbor of safety.
“ Wow…” Was all he could say as he looked up onto Edmunds face. Those wings… they were so pretty!
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Sept 8, 2008 0:20:12 GMT -5
Settled into an awkward sit, legs folded beneath him, the hybrid slowly drew back his wings, staring at the remnants of the strange urban's showy dissappearance. Really, he looked a little bit..Confused. That was..It..? A blink..Two.. Suspicion and unease flickering across his expression. No second wind? No jumping out from behind him? That was really all..? He shifted, winced as the dim idea of pain he'd gotten before trampled all over him. Looking down, he eyed the furrows cut into his legs, diagonally down across his right thigh, lower towards his knee on the left. The fabric of his pants hung in tatters, soaking darker and darker around slashes of crimson. "..Ow," he said, flatly, and when he lifted a hand to prod gingerly at the edge of one of the slices, his shoulder ached to move. ..Feels like a bruise. ..Okay, then. That could be all. Really, it was perfectly fine. He just still got the sense that..His mind was.. Operating a few miles back behind everything that was happening..
Looking up from his legs, he blinked at the faerie that remained, still looking like he was trying to make sense of everything that was going on. Silent, his eyes flicked from the cut on his face to his arms, back again. His wings stretched, arching up above his head and quivering a little, as they ripped through the last bits of restricting fabric and left the remains of his shirt hanging forlornly across his shoulders. A second or two later, and they'd folded back down again..Opened halfway..Folded, and he hardly seemed aware of the nervous little fidget. No matter how long they spent tucked away in whatever nothingness they went to, they were still just as much a part of him as anything else, shifting as easily as a facial expression. Although, when it came to Edmund, they were much more open than his face was ever permitted to be.
"..You got in the way," he said, finally, but the usual venom was replaced by a total sum of..Nothing, the man still trying to work out the situation in a way he could handle. 'Mother bear' was still going strong, though, totally undiscouraged by the backwards time warp the rest of his mind had taken, and he gave in easily enough to the accompanying impulses, reaching forward to grab at one of Blaine's arms. Fingers curled firmly around his wrist, lifting his arm, shifting it around as he eyed the damage he'd taken, not roughly, persay, but not exactly gently, either. The feathered masses behind him arched, feathers spreading in discontent like a cobra's hood. One of the stiffer variety, split in multiple places, hung forlornly and swung with each movement, like a nail that's still just barely attached by the cuticle.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Sept 8, 2008 6:21:49 GMT -5
Blaine watched the movement of the hybrid. Not fully sure of his species at first. Feathered wings…. A few species could possess feathers, white one’s were rare but still. He looked up with a slight blush upon his face as the man grabbed his arm. Looking him over like a mother checking on her son. He shook his head a bit. He needed to get his head back into the game.
“ I…. I’m sorry you got pulled into that.” He spoke as he looked down for a moment then suddenly looked up. Eyeing the fluffy wings…. Wanting to touch them…. To pet them. He was like a kid seeing a bird for the first time. These wings were nothing like his insect ones… that some people deemed gross but he thought they were pretty all the same. The wings before him though, they definitely had a beauty to them.
“ Hey… want to go flying?” He asked in a half joking matter. He wanted to see those wings in action. They were bone, and definitely had more control on movement then his own did. He was like a artist admiring the perfect portrait. Orbs of emerald and amber flitted cross his shape. For half a moment forgetting the attack that was made upon them.
“ Oh… are you okay?” He asked then suddenly with a sheepish grin. Heh… that might have been a good question to ask about first…..
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Sept 8, 2008 9:18:45 GMT -5
Apparently Blaine's voice was enough to snap a little bit of sense back into Edmund, and though he wan't just now realizing that he had ahold of Blaine's arm, he did then recall his own rule against touching, drawing back as though suddenly stung. The apology drew an uneasy sort of grunt out of him, and he looked down at the hand that had dirtied itself on the faerie, situating it on his lap, safely off of the cuts. When he looked back up, for a second, by his expression he might've been wondering what Blaine was looking at. But he got it soon enough, and his still-slowly-stretching wings were abrubtly folded tightly against his back, self-conciously, almost, a dog tucking its tail between its legs under the stare. He regretted it. Sensitive even to the air, he could feel what breeze there was brushing through the feathers, whispering against skin. Folded, the feathers pressed more tightly together, and the entirely pleasant sensation was cut down by half, at least.
"..Oh, I'm great," he muttered, fidgeting a leg, still sounding a little bit..Distracted? His wings twitched, all that was allowed to them of a nervous flex, and the nearly-pulled-out feather stuck out at an uncomfortable angle. "I adore bleeding." The feeling of warm dampness soaking into his pant legs..Really was sick.. "And you know," his brow furrowed, a little Edmund-sharp flash in his comparatively calm state, but nothing to wha it could've been. "My ass hurts again." He ignored the question on flying entirely, trying to make the appendages Blaine seemed so intent on as small as possible behind him.
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Sept 8, 2008 20:04:52 GMT -5
“ Here, let me tend to it.” Blaine smiled sheepishly as the man complained about his ass but his butt wasn’t what the male was referring to. He drew close to the guys leg. Crouching down as he looked up to him he placed his hand near it. Trying to see if the guy was accepting his healing touch before starting. The same familiar glow would then surround the wound and hopefully… heal it at least partially before he then wanted to try to move onto the wing… for the feather sticking out would seem quite painful.
“And I’m sorry…again.” He spoke softly before looking up with large innocent eyes for once. So calm and childlike amidst the carnage that had just happened. The words that the other fae had uttered… Prince Blaine…. That had been something he had not heard in a long time. His father… never sought him as a Prince… but a piece of trash. For he could not be as nasty as their race should have been.
“ Can I touch your wings? I mean… I like feathers…I mean… well their nice looking.” He commented trying to figure out the best way to word this without pissing off Edmund again… cause really he didn’t want to be on the receiving end of those wings should he do so.
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Sept 8, 2008 20:43:00 GMT -5
Edmund's brow furrowed a little at the approaching hand, and he leaned back, slightly, about to warn him that touching the cuts was a guaranteed trip into hurt until he remembered the guy's healing magic. So..He wouldn't really have to touch it..Right? He'd told him no magic, either, but he wasn't looking forward to limping home on swiss cheese legs. So a little snort for the sake of 'You-are-only-still-attached-to-that-hand-because-I'm-allowing-it', and he kept his eyes trained intently down on the blonde's work, wrinkling his nose up at the strange sensation of skin knitting back together. It wasn't that he thought Blaine was going to make it worse..Just, sore muscles was one thing. An open wound was another, and one of the variety of 'things' that he usually yelled at people for getting close to. He really didn't like people messing with him when he was injured..It made him nervous. And his stare made it quite apparent, the lingering threat of a bitchfit over unease, like a dog that's hurt and isn't quite sure what you're doing to it. He really didn't think Blaine was going to make it worse..Honestly, he thought. I know that..
He tore his gaze reluctantly from the hand as Blaine piped up, arching his brows a little at the expression. There it was again.. It was really strange, he thought, how this guy went from saying 'out cold drunk', to looking like..This. Maybe that was why it pissed him off so badly when that other urban came after him. Because Blaine could look like this.
"..Why?" he demanded forcing himself to focus on the words, feathers fluffing up self-conciously. 'Nice looking'? Blaine was.. "..You're nuts," he told him, frowning. "You are insane. Don't just ask to touch people." Yeah, that probably sounded like a 'no'. He considered just tucking them away again, really. Then the fae would leave them alone. He could feel the hanging feather, a sharp tug at his skin. That's gross.. Really.. That Blaine would actually want to touch.. But he didn't want to get rid of them again. Just having them out felt so nice. And when he thought about it..Someone's hands against them would feel good, too. A sigh, and he let the appendages relax again, extending one hesitantly forward towards Blaine. It was strange, something like holding out his arm or something for someone to touch. It was just one of his limbs.. And he was breaking his 'no touching' rule again, he thought. Maybe if he just didn't say anything about it, Blaine wouldn't make the connection and start thinking he could get away with crap. He really didn't want to mess with trying to keep him back..
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Post by xxHuntressxx on Sept 8, 2008 21:17:10 GMT -5
“ Cause my wings are insect like. Not exactly something that’s cuddle worthy like feather wings. I like my wings but yeah. Feathers are soft.” He grinned, thinking this guy was saying no to him all the same when suddenly the wing was extended to him. Acting like a little kid petting a goose for the first time the young man leaned his face and arms into stroking the wings. Feeling soft feathers against his cheek. Oh god it was like hugging a cute little duck!! Though he would not tell Edmund this, no it would probably result with his face being bashed in. He then noticed how close to the broken feather he was. So pretty her thought. Without thinking he plucked it from it’s half positioned state and then placed his hand over it just as swift to heal it with some of his energy and to sooth the wound a bit. Though probably not fully healed it would be enough so it wasn’t uncomfortable. He smiled a bit, letting his human image drop just enough to reveal his insect like wings while still being his natural 5’8” human size. He buzzed them for a moment before stopping, almost displaying them for the guy.
“ See, pretty in their own right but well. Not the same as soft feathers.” he told him with a innocent grin.
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Post by Psychosomatikkz on Sept 8, 2008 21:34:28 GMT -5
The hybrid blinked, looking more than a little startled by Blaine's actions. He'd been expecting him to pet it, or..He didn't know. Not..Cuddle his wing. He twitched it a little, then, with a shake of his head, gave in, tucking it against the fae. He had been right, though- Someone touching it did feel nice. Even if the little brat was rubbing his face against him..It was enjoyable. He might've relaxed some at the attention, even, an easy, almost-content sigh escaping him..At least, until he felt a sudden tug. He got a yelp out before the faerie soothed it, and even afterwards, that wasn't enough to keep him from being angry. He jerked the appendage back, scowling.
"The hell!? Ow! That's like ripping someone's fingernail off, you little shit! There won't be any left at all if you pull them out!" He wasn't overreacting, really..Just as sensitive as they were to being touched gently..It applied to being beaten on, too.. Even if he was planning on ripping the stupid thing out himself..Someone else doing it..Didn't work so well. "What would happen if I ripped a chunk of your wing off!?" He gestured sharply to the faerie's own conveniently-appearing wings, somewhere between threatening them and trying to make Blaine realize just how much that had ticked him off. Not that it really needed any elaborating anyways..
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