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Prisonstuck IX

[By this point, it's been a few weeks since he's been with Dualscar, and he's adjusted to it. The seadweller doesn't always stay at the hive, which is understandable. Someone of his caste is expected to stay busy. Each time he returns, the Psiioniic nearly clings to him, wanting to hear news- or even lack of it- concerning his three friends.]

[Besides that, on his own, the Psiioniic mostly sticks to the library. Occasionally he explores the large hive again, wondering if anything has changed. It's a calm routine. For someone like him, it nearly feels unnatural.]

[...Which is quite possibly one reason explaining why, one night, he manages to get a hold of yellow dye and interrupts a drone on laundry duty. The next night, and it's done.]

[A bored rebel psionic was a disaster just waiting.]

[By now, he's stayed in the kitchen, idly chattering at his drone as he watches the kitchen worker make breakfast. It's almost like he's entirely forgotten about his little prank.]

[Which he hasn't, but he needs something to do to pass the time until it's discovered.]

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[There's just a soft cooing noise in response, because what are words? He nuzzles back, the glow in his eyes dim and warm, before that familiar energy washes over them in a general glow. As the Psiioniic nestles down against Dualscar's chest, their legs tangled, his powers gently carry them off. The way is easily found and the proper book is pulled from its place. As they come into the room, he gives a loud yawn and shivers.]

[It's kind of nice, getting toted around by psionic powers. Dualscar could get used to this... or at least, he could, if the Psiioniic wasn't going to leave.]

[Pushing that sad thought away, Dualscar hugs the Psiioniic closer against him when he shivers.]

Are you cold?

[See. See, that's nice, the way he's held all the closer, and the Psiioniic realizes he likes it best when it's not the shy little touches but open hugs between them. Raising his head, he gives a dazed little smile to Dualscar.]

No. It jutht felt nithe. [A brush of more concentrated energy against Dualscar's cheek.] You were beautiful. Eheheh, thtill not bad on the eyeth even now.

[Squirming up, he lays a kiss to the tip of his nose.]

Did you like it?

[Dualscar laughs quietly, and gestures down to the mess between them.]

Wwhat do you think?

[He nuzzles the Psiioniic's cheek for a moment, then looks over his shoulder towards a rectangular, shallow pool, set in one corner of the room and filled with water. He gestures towards it.]

Float us over there?

I think you look much more attractive beneath me.

[Smug smirk. But float over to the pool? Of course he can do that. Who do you think you're talking to, Dualscar? Making another small yawning noise, the Psiioniic settles on Dualscar's chest a bit more comfortably as he guides them over. Gently, he smiles up at him and strokes his cheek again...]

[And then the psionics holding Dualscar up promptly disappear.]

[Have fun dropping into the water, bro, Psiioniic is just gonna float here.]

Listen to that sass. You pail a guy and suddenly he thinks he can sass you.

[Dualscar would say more on the subject of sassiness, but then he's falling into the pool with a splash. His eyes widen a little in surprise, and he glares at the Psiioniic for a moment... but it's pretty hard to stay angry when the other troll is splashed so luridly with purple and yellow.]

[With an eyeroll, Dualscar props himself up on one elbow and reaches over to hit a small button on the floor beside the tub. Water jets near his head spring to life, and the water starts running over his body and through the tub, washing away the sticky fluids on his stomach.]

Heheheheheh, alwayth thought I could thath you.

[Right now, the afterglow is still so lingering and wonderful, the Psiioniic won't even complain about having to say a word so riddled with 's'. For a second longer, he stays where he is, staring down at Dualscar fondly.]

[They are, without a doubt, well and truly fucked. But right now... He just wants to enjoy the moment, these feelings, this troll.]

[Twisting onto his back, he lowers himself into the water and lets his head lay against the floor behind him as the flow washes over him as well. With the way he's positioned, his legs are tangled with Dualscar's. It's a nice, lazy feeling.]

[Mmmmm, it does feel nice, doesn't it? Dualscar watches the Psiioniic through half-lidded eyes, admiring the line of his throat, the flat plains of his chest, the messy hair that's sticking up in all directions. Not that his is much better, certainly.]

Hey.

[He nudges the Psiioniic's hip with one foot.]

Wwill you stick around tomorroww to help wwith the helmsman?

[He tries his hardest to sound neutral and calm when he asks that, and for the most part, he succeeds. There's only the faintest hint of longing in the question.]

[...Oh.]

[The Psiioniic doesn't answer. Not immediately. He simply stays as he is, staring up at the ceiling with half-open eyes. All his memories of his friends are screaming at him to run. He can do that now. He is utterly, completely free. What's stopping him?]

[New memories.]

[Dualscar, pressing up against him in a recuperacoon and asking him not to talk. Dualscar, stroking his face before fleeing. Dualscar, Dualscar, Dualscar- surrendering himself beneath him and practically singing his pleasure and making that pitiful desperate expression on his face when he tried to respond to 'I love you'.]

[Trafal.]

...Yeah.

[After a very long time, he answers quietly.]

I think I could thtay that long.

... okay.

[And for once, Dualscar knows better than to push and holds his tongue. Somehow, deep down, he knows that's the best he can hope for, the same way he knows the Psiioniic--Artollo--will leave him, probably someday soon, and he'll never see him again. He knows that, just as well as he knows the hateful, ugly scars on his face.]

[He looks up, his expression carefully neutral but his fins drooping almost to his shoulders.]

Can I come over there?

[Yes, he is asking permission to cuddle. Don't judge.]

...Don't hide from me.

[Turning his head to the side so he can look at Dualscar, the Psiioniic stares at him in tired apology. There is no way this will end well. Either he shall leave and die in this rebellion he fights for, the troll he would die for, or he will be captured and stripped away... of everything.]

[This can't be something which stays.]

[But he still reaches out, palm up.]

Not after that.

I'm not hiding...

[Dualscar moves across the tub, curling against the Psiioniic's side and putting his head on his shoulder, one arm thrown across his narrow chest. Yes, this isn't something that can stay, not the way it is now, and part of him wishes the Psiioniic had just left as soon as he'd taken the helmet off, that he'd just flown away into the moonlight and left him. Being left behind, at least, is something he can understand.]

You are.

[His arms curl around Dualscar's body. It's almost strange, how they keep coming back to this position, despite how less he is compared to Dualscar in terms of body. Embracing him, holding him, running his hands over the scars on Dualscar's back...]

I'm not...

[Except he is, and Dualscar knows it, and after a moment he sighs and huddles closer against the Psiioniic's side.]

It doesn't matter. Just... let me have tonight, okay?

[He buries his face in the other troll's shoulder.]

Just one night... please...

I want to give you more...

[And in a perfect world, he could. In a perfect world, he wouldn't have to worry about a ship coming to take him away. In a perfect world, he wouldn't have to worry about slavery, or rebellion, or death, or what they would do to three of the most important people in his life if they caught them. In a perfect world, he could just sit in the library against this troll, listening to his heartbeat while they ate oranges together and read.]

[But Alternia is far from perfect.]

[His hold on Dualscar gets tighter, and he presses his face against his hair. One cheek is pressed against a horn.]

[Dualscar breathes deep, the sound shuddering and suspiciously close to a sob, and then he makes the little gasping noise that means his gills have popped open and he's using them to breath instead of his lungs.]

[He traces one hand across the Psiioniic's shallow chest; first, he makes the two tall lines and their shorter partners that make up the Psiioniic's sign, and then over it, he traces the two wavy lines that make up his own. As he finishes the last line of his own sign, his hand clenches into a fist, just for a second, before it opens and lays limp and flat right over the Psiioniic's heart.]

[His hand is soon joined by another, and the Psiioniic is gently as he guides those fingers down to his ribs. With his guidance, Dualscar may soon feel his sign truly set against his skin- that one result of their first meeting, the jagged scars against his side that so resemble the seadweller's sign.]

I won't forget you.

[A kiss to his horn.]

I love you.

[Wow, that is really not reassuring at all! Dualscar's fingers tremble, just a little, as he feels that fresh scar tissue and realizes he put it there. Why is he such a horrible troll, why doesn't he ever think before he does things? Why wasn't he thinking a few minutes ago, when he let the Psiioniic strip him down, strip him past nakedness, past the simple act of removing his clothing, and to the point of absolute, unshielded truth? That's just going to make it harder when he forgets.]

[Because everyone forgets about Dualscar, sooner or later.]

[He doesn't answer, just presses his face harder into the Psiioniic's shoulder, and his fins move forward and brush across his skin.]

Hey.

[Pressing his hand tighter against Dualscar's hand, against the scarring, the Psiioniic nuzzles back against those fins, warm breath blowing over them.]

I like it. Don't worry.

[Dualscar makes a sound against the Psiioniic's chest that's half laughter, half sob.]

You're crazy. Certifiably fuckin' crazy.

What did you think you were getting? Go with a troll who hath mutantblood and wantsth to upheave Alternian thothiety ath we know it, which could get uth all killed in worthe-than-uthual wayth? Wow thoundth fun ath hell, thign me up.

[The hand wrapped around Dualscar's back begins to trail up, until he can toy with one fin gently.]

I am full of bad ideath. Get uthed to it.

[Dualscar does manage to laugh at that, and his fin curls into the Psiioniic's hand.]

Guess that makes twwo of us, then. Hey, highblood, take this rebel and completely break him, and wwhatever you do, don't let him get inside your head and start making you think about things, and wwhatever you do, don't start developing flushed feelings for him.

[He snuggles a little closer, suddenly shy after having admitted that.]

Terrible ideas, both of them.

Yeah, well, with how the rethultsth are looking...

[Nuzzling Dualscar's forehead, the Psiioniic sighs and kisses him gently.]

I won't really complain...

Me neither.

[Dualscar leans into the nuzzle, soaking up the attention, but then sighs.]

Wwe should get some sleep. Busy day tomorroww.

Right...

[Almost reluctantly, he untangles himself from Dualscar's body and pulls himself out of the pool. But then he's looking back with a little smile as he runs his hands over his hipbones.]

I gueth we'll have to thee how good that mouth of yourth really ith for later.

Prisonstuck IX

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just wanted to use this icon again, oh yes

it is a lovely icon /chinhands

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