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reanbeanmachine) wrote2018-06-21 02:55 am
reanbeanmachine) wrote2018-06-21 02:55 am
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[It's been 5 months since the operation in Heimdallr. It's May, and the Lino flowers have come and gone in Trista.
But Rean Schwarzer, Ashen Chevalier and Hero of Erebonia is not in Trista. His class has graduated and he's on academic leave. He's been here for three months or so, fighting the Empire's battles so the soldiers don't have to, discouraging Calvard from any real large-scale operations, and in his limited down-time, letting Lechter drag him around.
He's been going through the motions for months now, tired but pressing on. He had a week of for Class VII's graduation and then he himself was back to the front. No down time, no closure.
He doesn't think what he's doing is right, but it's also not exactly wrong. Yet every day leaves his heart heavy and weary and conflicted, his mind going round and round in uncertain circles, and that's when he's feeling energetic. A lot of the time he's still on a bit of shut-down. Emotionally, especially. He smiles when he should and he genuinely cares, especially about Altina and Millium when they're with him, but he hasn't had time to mourn, and his grief and anger have to be buried under getting the job done. Rather than physically worn down he's been emotionally fatigued for months, and being part of his father's grand plan to subjugate Crossbell really does nothing to help, but at least it keeps him occupied. Occupied, and away from almost everyone who'd have a prayer of bringing his spirits up. Even Millium doesn't really understand, sadness is too new for her, though she tries.
And while Rean is tired and fighting under the banner of the noble hero, Crow is undergoing his own little fun time. That is to say, his revival is a success, but not entirely. He's not very controllable, you see, because his memories are intact, though it takes a month or two for the pieces of them to fall fully in place. Still, somehow, his return the world is noticed by Ordine, and from Ordine Vita learns of it. After that it's only a matter of time before he's with the Anguis and not the organization who had hoped to use him. And with Vita he can catch up on everything he's missed in the months he's been dead and re-animated.
Which is presumably why he's now in Crossbell, sneaking into the room Rean's been given. It's a nice private officer's quarters, even if he's still technically a student, because the Ashen Chevalier isn't going to be bunked up in the barracks.
It's late, but someone is in the room with Rean, talking to him, when Crow arrives to listen in from whatever approach he's taken, probably air ducts. Claire, actually. She sounds worried, and Rean sounds testy, it's the end of a conversation Crow catches.]
But the Chancellor... No, your father, I'm sure--
That's enough. I'm tired.
....Then, goodnight.
[Whatever they were discussing is impossible to say but when the door closes behind Claire Rean sighs heavily, and there's the sound of him flopping onto bed. Unfortunately he doesn't narrate whatever internal monologue he's having aloud for Crow's benefit at this point.]
But Rean Schwarzer, Ashen Chevalier and Hero of Erebonia is not in Trista. His class has graduated and he's on academic leave. He's been here for three months or so, fighting the Empire's battles so the soldiers don't have to, discouraging Calvard from any real large-scale operations, and in his limited down-time, letting Lechter drag him around.
He's been going through the motions for months now, tired but pressing on. He had a week of for Class VII's graduation and then he himself was back to the front. No down time, no closure.
He doesn't think what he's doing is right, but it's also not exactly wrong. Yet every day leaves his heart heavy and weary and conflicted, his mind going round and round in uncertain circles, and that's when he's feeling energetic. A lot of the time he's still on a bit of shut-down. Emotionally, especially. He smiles when he should and he genuinely cares, especially about Altina and Millium when they're with him, but he hasn't had time to mourn, and his grief and anger have to be buried under getting the job done. Rather than physically worn down he's been emotionally fatigued for months, and being part of his father's grand plan to subjugate Crossbell really does nothing to help, but at least it keeps him occupied. Occupied, and away from almost everyone who'd have a prayer of bringing his spirits up. Even Millium doesn't really understand, sadness is too new for her, though she tries.
And while Rean is tired and fighting under the banner of the noble hero, Crow is undergoing his own little fun time. That is to say, his revival is a success, but not entirely. He's not very controllable, you see, because his memories are intact, though it takes a month or two for the pieces of them to fall fully in place. Still, somehow, his return the world is noticed by Ordine, and from Ordine Vita learns of it. After that it's only a matter of time before he's with the Anguis and not the organization who had hoped to use him. And with Vita he can catch up on everything he's missed in the months he's been dead and re-animated.
Which is presumably why he's now in Crossbell, sneaking into the room Rean's been given. It's a nice private officer's quarters, even if he's still technically a student, because the Ashen Chevalier isn't going to be bunked up in the barracks.
It's late, but someone is in the room with Rean, talking to him, when Crow arrives to listen in from whatever approach he's taken, probably air ducts. Claire, actually. She sounds worried, and Rean sounds testy, it's the end of a conversation Crow catches.]
But the Chancellor... No, your father, I'm sure--
That's enough. I'm tired.
....Then, goodnight.
[Whatever they were discussing is impossible to say but when the door closes behind Claire Rean sighs heavily, and there's the sound of him flopping onto bed. Unfortunately he doesn't narrate whatever internal monologue he's having aloud for Crow's benefit at this point.]
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Unless you want to wait until we're both in Ymir, you can quit with calling me cute.
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[Crow wants to pat Rean's cheeks but he can't reach from here so instead he's patting his tummy.]
Cute and strong and sexy and perfect.
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H-Hey! We're going to get caught, idiot!
[Crow is still whispering. Fortunately they didn't actually make that much noise because Crow cushioned Rean's fall.]
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We didn't make that much noise.
[He whispers back, but he isn't trying to rough house any more, straddling Crow and feeling pretty exposed when Crow is still dressed but getting Crow naked is... Probably not a good idea. Not all the way. He leans down to kiss him anyway.]
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He's settling, for the moment, for kissing Rean as hard as he can. He's got so much emotion to express in so little time, it's torture.]
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Mnn. No more teasing.
[Hurry up, so he can leave!]
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Get in bed at least, dork.
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[Look Crow was completely willing to just fuck on the floor. But if Rean insists on the bed who is he to complain? Besides, once he's on his feet it's easier to throw his coat and shirt on the floor. He can get dressed fast enough. It's fine.]
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And by going for the throat, that's literal. He's leaving a hickey right on Crow's neck. It's not like he has to be careful about leaving marks.]
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Ah-- That's nice.
[Nice is a gross understatement.]
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He doesn't, generally, want to rush things, but the longer Crow's here the more danger he's in. By that logic he should kick Crow out right now, but he can't bring himself to, so the next best thing is not to spend the all night he wants on Crow and make this... Faster.
But not so fast he doesn't leave many, many little marks on Crow's skin. He's not a deeply possessive person, but he is at least possessive enough to want these marks not to have entirely faded in a week.]
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It's not enough. Nothing could possibly be enough.]
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It's been a few months but not forever, it shouldn't take too long to stretch out properly, and Crow's big but he's not Gaius so the fit should be just fine.
Before Crow can say anything he's dropping the lotion and leaning forward to bite Crow's neck, letting that muffle his own noises when he shoves his fingers in his own ass. Much as he'd love to be the one taking Crow at the moment, tight pants and the pending possibility of needing to flee means Crow gets to keep his pants mostly on. This time.]
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He's repeating "quiet, quiet" to himself, and he still can't help the slight whimper just at the bite, at seeing Rean like this. His hands just can't seem to find a good place to rest. There's too much of Rean he could be -- and is -- touching.]
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He doesn't need to prepare himself that much, fortunately, he's not sure he'd have the patience. So he's sitting up straighter, finding Crow's cock with his fingers to line himself up and then leaning forward again to kiss Crow while he drops his hips down. The kiss is to muffle himself as much as it is to muffle Crow, and it's because he wants to kiss Crow as much as it's for practical reasons.]
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To think he almost never got to experience this. He almost never got to tell Rean how he really feels at all. He almost never got to hold him or touch him and that's worse than anything else about dying. He hates the people who tried to control him but he'll never regret having been revived.]
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He doesn't want to let go ever, but he's going to have to soon, so right now he's focused on grabbing every sensation as greedily as possible. Kissing Crow back and starting to move, rough and more passion than art in the grind of his hips.]
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