Rean Schwarzer (
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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[He is clueless okay. Even if he weren't having an emotional meltdown of the good kind he'd be clueless. But especially right now he's so overwhelmed, even if he is trying to be calm and practical.]
If you're going to say something illegal...
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[He's not being bad. He's just leaning in for a kiss.]
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[He doesn't finish the surprised response because now he's being kissed and his mind is going blank again. Look he was already overloaded, this is just too much to process. His eyes go wide but notably he's not reacting badly. He's just shocked.]
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I was thinking I should give you a good memory to tide you over.
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His brain is white noise. It's not bad but it's inhibiting his ability to process... Anything. He can't think because his emotions are overwhelming but he can't even manage to tell what his emotions are because he can't think. His heart might hammer out of his chest.]
Crow...?
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[He looks more giddy than serious, though, catching Rean's hands in his and pinning him, with their fingers tangled.]
I don't know how much time we have, this time, so I'm not going to waste it.
[On the contrary he's going to kiss Rean again, this time much more thoroughly. Rean's obviously shocked but that's okay. Crow trusts he'll say no if he's unhappy.]
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His fingers curl against Crow's, not pressing him back but holding on, tilting his head up to kiss Crow in return while he succumbs, a little, to what his heart is aching for. He's starting to cry again too, because he's a baby and he has a lot of emotions and he hasn't had time to start sorting even a fraction of them out and Crow is dragging more into the mix.
He has to turn his head and gasp for air in the kiss, making another little sobbing noise as he catches his breath. In his own head he's not sad or upset at all, he's just overwhelmed but the tears and the holding on to Crow's hands may be kind of mixed signals from an outside perspective.]
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Hope those are happy tears.
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He's dying here.]
Of course they are.
[He whispers, really choked up. He should be sorting out his thoughts but Crow ambushed him, is, as usual, way ahead. He actually starts to laugh, a bit wet with the whole crying thing.]
Even when you die and come back you're ahead of me. How am I ever supposed to catch up?
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[It's a real answer but also just Crow teasing, as he leans back down to kiss Rean's neck. As long as Rean's happy Crow's got some goals.]
Which I'm more than happy to help with.
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You know that's not what I meant.
[He wiggles a hand from Crow's grasp, reaching up to slides his fingers into Crow's hair.]
Hey--
[He needs to sort out what he wants to say fast, apparently, because it doesn't seem like Crow intends to stop and at this particular point in time Rean isn't sure he wants to either, even if getting their feelings sorted out and talked about is his preference. He missed Crow too much, he doesn't way to push him away at all, he really just wants to pull him closer.]
Crow? [He waits a second for some indication he has Crow's attention before continuing.]
All this time, I've missed you. I've been trying to listen to what you told me, trying to move forward. But honestly, I don't think I've done a great job. I couldn't stop thinking of you, I couldn't stop dwelling on what happened and wondering how I could have done things differently, to keep you safe, to bring you home. Since then things have gotten complicated and I'm involved in this war in a way I never wanted, and I've kept wondering, what would you do or say if you were here? And now you are, and all that complicated stuff doesn't seem to matter as much, because it feels like we'll figure things out.
I'm happy. I'm so happy I can hardly think, my heart feels like it's going to burst out of my chest because you're here, and I can hardly believe any of this is real.
So I guess what I'm trying to say is, I love you.
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[He stops when Rean tries to get his attention, though he leaves his face buried against Rean's neck. Of course, leave it to Rean Schwarzer to be so sappy. Crow has a lot of feelings himself, but it's easier for him to express himself physically. It's just his nature to say something stupid and do something meaningful, but he's perfectly capable of this kind of talk when it's important.
He said a lot of things he really meant, when they were fighting. When he was dying. He should be able to say them now, when he's more afraid than he'll admit that they'll be torn apart forever at any moment.]
You're such a baby.
[He huffs, amused, and sits up enough to make eye contact. He's teasing but his smile is a little bit sad and really, really enamoured.]
You've been doing fine, Rean. I'm proud of you. And I love you, too, but I figure you gathered that.
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Crow sitting up is Crow going too far, so he uses the hand in Crow's hair to pull him down, kissing him passionately. Look he said and heard what he wanted, at this point he is all in, no hesitation.]
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It's with those feelings in mind he's kissing Rean with complete devotion, and sliding his hands up his shirt at the same time.]
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He makes a soft noise against Crow's lips at the hands on his skin, then drags his knee up to slide gently between Crow's thighs, fingers curling at the back of Crow's neck. He's pretty confident in what he's doing, at least, aiming to make Crow feel it too even if he's the one being pinned.]
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It's not enough. He's pretty sure he could touch Rean and be touched by him all night and it wouldn't be enough but for now he's greedily running his fingers over Rean's stomach and up, brushing his thumbs over his nipples and splaying his fingers over his chest. He hates to break the kiss but he feels like he needs to, so he can move it to Rean's neck, his shoulder, careful not to leave a mark so as not to raise suspicion but tasting as much skin as he can.]
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But he doesn't want to stop, so he's rocking his knee up for gentle stimulation as he drags his hands up Crow's sides.]
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He can't let Rean outpace him, though. It's a competition, or something -- not really but Crow likes making everything a competition so he's taking advantage of Rean being in pyjamas and Crow being fully dressed to shove his hand down Rean's pants unopposed.]
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Right now he's just shamelessly taking him in hand, nuzzling into Rean's neck, breathing roughly, wanting so badly to do everything at once and just as badly to stay exactly like this for the rest of his life.]
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He's shivering, the smallest sounds escaping his attempts to keep quiet, nothing anyone past the door would hear. He's also whispering, in a softly desperate voice;]
Crow...
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Jeez. We're not going to get far if you keep saying my name like that.
[Because it's killing him. Can he just melt into Rean's body yet? He doesn't even want to be a separate person right now.]
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He does grin a little. Nice to know that's a weakness, he's definitely going to exploit it. He has to use everything at his disposal before Crow vanishes on him again, even if it's only for a week.
Anyway he's definitely doing his best to get Crow's pants open and stubbornness will reward him after a moment.]
Say your name like what? Crow?
[He puts a deliberate sultry emphasis on Crow's name as he whispers that in Crow's ear, about the same time as he gets a hand around his dick.]
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Rean.
[His protest is a choked whine, and his revenge is a bite down on Rean's collarbone, where it can be hidden tomorrow.]
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He slides his thumb over the head of Crow's cock, taking him in hand firmly and lifting his other hand to hold the back of Crow's head.]
Shh.
[He whispers, breathy, though Crow is muffling himself.]
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