quarrelsomecat: (Sleek sly feline)
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There are still blood stains drying on Tybalt's shirt when they get back from the battle. Remnants of the fight visible in a contrast to the invisible lingering touch of the battlefield that always left his blood racing, his reflexes quick and his adrenaline coursing. Whenever the battle ended he was left with the same feeling. Edgy and riled up, like he could keep going for days. His sword was clean now. He never left the battle field without wiping the blood off her blade, but the handle was still warm against his hand, even after he had tucked her away back into the sheath at his side.

He did not enjoy the killing. It was a  side effect to the battle, but the fighting itself was a rush like no other and sometimes he thought he lived for it. It certainly seemed to be one of the only things he did well. Put a sword in his hands, or a pair of fists against his own, and you would not find a happier cat. He had followed Bran after the battle, like he nearly always did, an extra something to his step that wasn't a spring so much as an at-the-ready. the edge of the battle leaving him ready to spin and fight at the slightest potential, well after the battle was dead and done.

Date: 2012-09-05 05:29 am (UTC)
faeconman: (heretic)
From: [personal profile] faeconman
Bran was one of the more frightening things out on the field, burning like ice as he picked off his opponents with precise efficiency and deadly silence. Every single one of them were paying for the death of his family. For the death of his woman.

If that was unfair of him... well, he didn't really care, and neither did they once they were hustled along to the next realm by the quick flashing of his blades. They didn't care about anything at all anymore.

His blood ran cold like the northern seas in his veins, and once the battle rage coiled itself up inside that place he could always feel nudging at the back of his mind it made him feel slow and sluggish.

You couldn't tell by his movements as he rapidly walked about half a step in front of Tybalt at an almost rushed pace - still with that eerie fae grace - but that did not make the feeling of walking under water any more pleasant.

That was why the first thing he did as soon as they got somewhere private enough was to swivel around in a blurr of movement to slam Tybalt up against a wall, despite both of them still being covered in sweat and dirt and blood. Despite armor still resting heavily on both their shoulders.

He just needed to connect to the world of the living again. Needed to pull himself back from the wintry realm of death and feel heat and passion and life.

So he kissed Tybalt. Bit his lip until it bled and lapped up the coppery taste of victory with his tongue before sliding it back into his friend's mouth so that they could both taste it.

Date: 2012-09-05 11:15 pm (UTC)
faeconman: (pain)
From: [personal profile] faeconman
Once the connection was made, Robin was reluctant to break it, grabbing fistfuls of Tybalt's hair as he let the other work on his armor.

He always felt like it would be so easy to give in when the rush of battle began to fade. Easy to just slip away and follow his many victims to whatever afterlife he'd sent them to.

But as he deepened the kiss he could feel heat spread over his skin like sunlight, re-igniting the spark of life within him. It was at a dull flicker even on good days, but at least it was there and it was certainly enough to make him want a whole lot of things that did not involve dying at this particular moment.

It was, however, inevitable for practicality to win out in the end and so he broke the kiss to step away and get rid of the parts of his armor that were simply impossible to get of otherwise.

Date: 2012-10-24 06:32 pm (UTC)
faeconman: (sex)
From: [personal profile] faeconman
Bran didn't have nearly as many scars as he should have, Fae skin healing smoothly and their healers aiding that process with magic and skill alike, if you were fortunate enough to have the means to aquire their services.

Being a soldier in the service of a Lord did provide access to that, and while Bran sometimes thought it would be better to leave the scars as reminders of what he thought of as his sins, he was not yet so far gone that he would refuse the aid of a healer to stave off infection and speed up the healing process.

Not yet at the very least.

His hands were sliding over Tybalt's scars, not consciously registering any of them but knowing them all by heart by now. He'd heard the story behind each and every one as he lacily traced them with fingers and tongue, some were even his doing because the damn fool cat seemed to like making keepsakes of just about any injury, even one sustained by making mistakes during sparring.

The metallic taste of blood should have been unpleasant, but paired with the heat and passion of Tybalt's kisses it turned into something strangely life-affirming, and Robin lapped at it with his tongue before sliding it deeper into Tybalts mouth, needing more, needing everything.

And then the prose turned purplish, my apologies

Date: 2012-11-01 06:38 pm (UTC)
faeconman: (take me against this)
From: [personal profile] faeconman
It was impossible to remain cold and distant under such fervent ardor, and Bran almost thought he could hear the roar of a forest fire in the thunderous rush of his pulse that made blood and passion alike race through his veins.

The sound he made was one of surrender, but not defeat. He was giving in, not giving up.

All right, let life claim him for a while longer if this was to be part of it, perhaps it might even actually be worth it. Perhaps this was enough to warrant further existence.

His fingers buried themselves in Tybalt's hair as he felt and tasted and arched against that lithe body that could move with such deadly grace.

It might well be the death of him in this moment.

pfft <3 /purples on

Date: 2012-11-07 06:50 pm (UTC)
faeconman: (sex)
From: [personal profile] faeconman
Bran's hips rocked against Tybalt's as well in perfect time with the cat's movement, their bodies knowing each other by heart and when the mind let go they were free to speak without the interruption of thought.

They fit and flowed against each other, dancing to the drum of racing heartbeats, moans and sighs making secret music filled with ancient mystery and wonder.

Why did Bran need the fire? It wasn't something he thought about, instinctively shying away from what could possibly destroy everything they had.

The unspoken words that were not so much waiting to be revealed as they were memories too vague to properly recall anymore. A lost opportunity turned to something irresistible but ever so fragile. They were Icaruses flying ever so close to the sun, and that is where he needed to be.

He was fettered to the world by his search and longing for something they would never call theirs.

Love.

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