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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.]
[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.]
just wanted to use this icon again, oh yes
[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.]
it is a lovely icon /chinhands
[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...]
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[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...
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[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.]
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[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.]
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I won't forget you.
[A kiss to his horn.]
I love you.
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[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.]
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[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.
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You're crazy. Certifiably fuckin' crazy.
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[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.
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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.
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[Nuzzling Dualscar's forehead, the Psiioniic sighs and kisses him gently.]
I won't really complain...
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[Dualscar leans into the nuzzle, soaking up the attention, but then sighs.]
Wwe should get some sleep. Busy day tomorroww.
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[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.
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You wwon't even knoww wwhat hit you.
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[Just to drive the point home, as he reaches the recuperacoon, he turns around and runs his fingers down further at the point between his legs. His split tongues slip out to lick along his fangs.]
[Then, with a wink, he disappears into the recuperacoon.]
[Gosh, sure sounds like he would know from experience, Dualscar! Whatever could that imply?]
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[Lightshowws, man... far out.]