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Turn on: Roe?
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So far, the only Roe Lyn’to has been interested in, or been intimate with, has been Kaz xD
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“And just what the hell am I supposed to do with these?”
“I requested minions of darkness, and you gave my fluffy jellybeans.”
FLUFFY JELLYBEANS
This is how I picture Lyn’to’s sister, Katara, when she has a litter of miqo’te.
And… *runs to buy another box of Kleenex*… “You are my sunshine” for Devin, because Tris already made me cry my heart out when he whimpered and cried for help on every linkshell he could find when Bismark damn near killed Devin in front of him and Devin nearly died in his arms multiple times in the day’n a half before someone finally came to help. :'( Gonna go comfort my muse now and hide from your response. (NOTE: If it’s ‘just the feels’ you can make these “think they died” if you want.)
The mission had been simple: investigate the hideout of a suspected smuggler. Sneak in, confirm, sneak out, report. How then, had it gone so terribly wrong?
Devin grunted as he was forced to his knees, hands bound in chains and the weight of a Roegadyn holding him down. He could free himself if he could find the leverage, but these scoundrels were professionals. He whimpered as the giant man bent and tugged at his hair. Azure eyes squinted in pain, but that was nothing. He had to find Tris’tan. He had to make sure his friend was okay. They could figure out the escape if he could just lay eyes on Tris’tan.
“Well, ain’t ye a couple o’ sneakery types. Tryin’ t’outwit me, eh?”
Devin growled as he finally set eyes on Tris’tan. The leader, a tall miqote, grinned widely as Tris’tan whimpered in his grip. A knife played over his friend’s cheek threateningly.
“Who sent ye?”
Devin kept his eyes on Tris’tan, trying to convey calm. He shook his head, not saying a word and hoping Tris’tan would stay silent as well. He glared at the miqote holding his bound friend by the hair and tried to i nor the rears that he saw fall from Tris’s eyes.
“No’ talkin’ eh? Maybe I should ‘elp ye loosen yer trap.”
The knife pressed threateningly against Tris’s neck, cutting into skin. Crimson seeped from the wound. Devin cried out.
“No! Don’t! Stop!” Devin struggled to free himself, chains creaking. The Roe on his back gave a startled shout as Devin managed to push him back a bit. A highlander joined in to keep the miqote down. Devin struggled to breathe under the weight of the pair. “Please…stop…”
“No…” Tris’tan whimpered softly. He looked Devin right in the eyes, fear filling those tear stained orbs. “D-don’t s-say…”
Devin sobbed. “Tris’tan…”
“Ain’t tha’ sweet?” The miqote smuggler pressed the knife deeper. “Talk or I carve a smile in ‘is pretty li’l neck. Ye got fi’ sec’nds.”
Devin lowered his gaze, anguish clear on his features. Tris’tan whimpered more, but still begged Devin to remain silent. Tears spilled and froze to his pale cheeks.
“Devin, I love you.”
“I love you, too, Tris’tan.”
“Time’s up!”
Devin looked up, watching in horror as the knife slid over Tris’s throat. His friend didn’t cry out. Didn’t utter a single protest. He just kept his eyes locked on Devin’s, tears streaming down his cheeks.
“No! NO! NOOOOO!!!”
He struggled and fought to free himself. If he could just reach Tris’tan he could save him. He could heal! He could save his friend!
The voices around him laughed. Devin’s world shrank to just his friend. He couldn’t look away. He could only watch as blood spilled from the wound, coating his friend’s chest and splattering to the floor. He could only watch as Tris’s life fled his eyes and his limp body slumped to the floor, unmoving.
Devin’s vision blurred and blackened. Red appeared in those azure orbs. A growl echoed deep in his chest, expanding until it was a howl.
“Shut ‘im up.”
The highlander grabbed a fistful of his hair and tugged his head up. His eyes snapped open, red glowing within. The marks on his face raced out over his entire body, pure darkness against pure white. Ice shot from Devin’s body, impaling the pair holding him down and shattering the chains binding his hands. Wings erupted from his back so violently they were coated in blood. Horns pierced up and back along his skull. Ice spread around him, freezing any escape. The smuggler backed off, fear on his dark features.
“Wha’ th’ bloody hells are ye?!”
Devin’s voice echoed out from fang lined lips. “Your death.”
The miqote screamed as Devin shot forward. The knife plunged deep into the demon’s gut, but Devin paid no heed. Nothing, no amount of pain, was greater than the ache in his chest. He grabbed the smuggler and tore him limb from screaming limb. Gore coated Devin, but he refused to take a single sip of blood. He refused to taint himself with that miqote’s aether. He didn’t stop there. He hunted. He surrounded the shack with ice and tracked down ever member within its walls.
When the screams stopped and silence deafened his ears, Devin went to Tris’tan, tugging his friend into his arms. He licked the miqote clean of blood, breath leaving frost behind on that ashen skin.
“Tris’tan…”
He cradled his friend and spread his wings. It didn’t matter, nothing mattered… He protected his friend’s body as he burst from the shack. He flew. He flew hard and fast, the air getting colder and colder. He didn’t notice. He was colder than that. Colder than his friend’s corpse.
He made his home in the tall mountains, within the snowcapped peaks. There, he kept Tris’tan, forever frozen in a crystalline cluster of ice that would never melt. He kissed the ice over Tris’s lips every day as he sang a lullaby to his friend. His claws gently caressed that pale, frozen cheek every night before he hunted.
His mind deteriorated into the bestial patterns of the demon. Hunt. Kill. Feed. Home. Repeat. Scattered through those terrifying moments were the tender habits. Kiss. Caress. Sing.
The hunt call came soon after. The monster had to die. Those who took responsibility, the ones who had thought the pair lost, knew what the monster was. Who it was. They took up arms and searched, finding the demon’s lair. The demon that was Devin fought to protect his home, but something held it back from hurting anyone too much. Finally, the fatal blow came. Devin cried out, knowing it was his end. He fled deeper into the cave, crawling with one wing lip and the other torn off completely. His horns were broken and one leg was shattered and dragged oddly. But he kept expending power to keep the others back. Walls of ice erupted behind him. His pursuers took their time. Devin had no where to go.
He reached Tris’s chamber. The softly glowing candles bathed his frozen friend in an unearthly light. Devin reached out, a caress. He stumbled against the crystalline formation. A kiss.
“Tris….tan… I’m coming…” his voice, so torn by time and screams, was barely a whisper. He felt the prick of tears, something he’d long since thought impossible anymore. They slid down his pale cheeks. The lifeblood that poured from his many wounds slowed. Dizziness set in. He collapsed at Tris’s feet, slumped against the frozen monument of his friend. He sang that bittersweet lullaby one final time. He heard the approaching footsteps of his former free company.
“I love you…. Tris’tan….”
He closed his eyes, the sounds of voices fading around him as darkness consumed him and set him free.
((You asked. Don’t blame me. *grabs kleenex))
Too many feels… TOO MANY DAMN FEELS! *grabs a tissue*
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