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Antics of a Harlot Captain
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 Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 10:08 pm
)( The Aegir Castle is where Prince Noah and Father Lazarus live at. The castle is mostly open to the public, as long as no one just runs in and starts trashing the place, Noah doesn't care who comes in. It is his home, though, so it would be best if one knocked before entering. Anyway, feel free to come in if you want, but if your character isnt inside of the castle or at the door, or somewhere on the grounds, make a different thread for that particular location. Thanks!
-Noah)(
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 9:32 pm
Well, Noah was... so very, very shocked. He watched Lazarus partially attack the girl before them, but didn't blame the man. He had been on the verge of telling the girl to lower her shirt and take her lies elsewhere himself... But Lazarus' sudden change in behavior was... surprising, to say the least. But even more surprising was an act that gave Noah goosebumps and it even made a lump form in his throat. The brief touching from Lazarus was so unexpected that all Noah could do was stand there and stare at him, jaw hanging, stomach turning; was he actually falling in love with Lazarus?
Surely not from... just a simple touch. But really, it was so much more than that... Having spent time with Lazarus, Noah was coming to learn that there was so much more to his priest than a pretty face. And with that in mind, Noah walked around the randomly placed coffee table. The teary eyed Alex had fallen to the ground, in the typical dramatic fangirl way, and picked up her things, sniffling at them. "I'm sorry, but I simply can't have you in the castle one more second. I may have promised Lazarus I would let you stay, but with that little display... Take your beast and leave Aegir."
And with that, Noah reached down and grabbed the girl by the arm. He dragged her out of the castle, then slammed the massive front doors behind her. With a heavy sigh, Noah turned and leaned against the door. For about 20 minutes the castle was silent... no music, no party, no drama... And finally, the Prince left the doors and went upstairs to his room. He shood the wet hell hound off of his bed before pulling the satin sheets and blanket off to be washed. He had Lawrence follow him into the bathroom to finish getting dried off... And he even got a bowl and filled it with Lawrence's starbucks, since he was sure the hound would appreciate it...
He told him to stay in the bedroom, for now... And it was about the time that Lazarus finished his shower that Noah knocked on the locked door. He had a key, yes... But he didn't want to intrude on the man's privacy. "Lazarus... can I come in?" Noah was honestly worried about the Priest... he had never seen him act that way, not once since he had been knowing him...
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Antics of a Harlot Captain
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Dark Priest Lazarus Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 9:43 pm
Lazarus mentally calculated how much time he would lose by opening the door without moving from his spot on the sheets. He was laying on his stomach, arm thrown up over the top of his pillow and his face turned the opposite way, toward the unexciting wall. His fingertips drummed against the intricate metal framework that made up his bed's headboard slowly. Four...five...no, it was six. Six months, then, from twelve-thousand-somesuch ridiculously long years...six months was fine.
The steady click of his nails against hollowed steel paused as his hand lifted and performed a motion identical to unlocking and twisting a knob open, while at his door a shadowy replica mimicked the motions. He waited to hear the latch slide open, then rolled onto his side so he could face the prince. Noah wouldn't have to see the faint, jagged crosshatched pattern across his priest's shoulders and spine that way, either.
His eyes weren't focused on Noah even after he had the prince in view, though...they were angled off to the side, where the dark hand was floating mid-air, identical to his own. He flexed his fingers; the hand did the same. He felt almost... "..like a wizard. From those foolish storybooks parents read to their children. That's what it is...I've been trying to pin it down. But...in the fairy tales, people always go to them with problems, looking for magical solutions to everyday issues. The wizards never fail to solve them, or to offer wise advice...or they're vile, disgusting and loathsome on the other end of the spectrum, deserving only of death at the hands of a valiant knight or crushed in the jaws of their not-as-loyal-as-they-thought pet dragons. Is that going to happen to me, I wonder?"
It was rambling and he knew it. It was a stream of pure insanity and made so little sense that it was almost painful to listen to himself, but he couldn't help it. He'd never given Noah much insight on how he truly felt about having some sort of magic at his disposal.
A brow arched and vivid sapphire flashed at the prince, locking eyes with him. His voice took on a morbidly amused tone...he sounded as mentally disturbed as he felt.
"Do you have a dragon hidden somewhere, Noah? Going to present it to me one of these days and laugh when it turns on me?" He flicked his wrist, then, and the replica of his own hand faded. "Six months gone, just for that little trick. And the light show I put on for you back when we first met -- remember it, Noah? -- two thousand years for a few bolts of lightning. It would be so simple...so very simple to exhaust the rest of this damned foreign energy from my body and die, finally, blissfully, free from all of...all of this. But I can't, can I? Because that..." A low sound burst from the priest's lips and his arm shifted, digits lifting to his hairline and fisting in the mass of silver hair. Discomfort, frustration, self-loathing and pure selfish anger...the prickling pull on his scalp meant so much to him, and that sound he was making...if Noah listened he might notice that it was chuckling, though by no means a happy or pleased sort. "..because that would be suicide, and I would be damned for sure if I did things that way. ...Noah. Did you want to talk, still? There's not much to talk about if you do. It's madness...all of it. Everything is just so...wrong. She said she was Maria, Noah. I told you about her. That...that girl I knew before I was ordained. You shouldn't have forgotten already. The girl down there was saying she was Maria, and if it's come to that...if so many here wish for nothing more than to use and manipulate my through my past and emotions, I don't see why I should bother...to pretend sanity, because at this rate the few precious amounts I have left will be gone by the end of the year."
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 10:08 pm
When the door opened, Noah smiled a little bit to himself. So maybe Lazarus was beginning to change his view on Noah... Maybe he was starting to realize that the Prince wasn't all that bad... Or maybe he just didn't give a damn anymore. Noah stepped further into the room, looking over at Lazarus as the priest came into sight... Honestly, he had to stop right there where he stood when he caught a look at what his dear Priest was clothed in... Or rather the clothes that were missing from that fair body. At first Noah didn't see anything else but Lazarus...
It wasn't until the Priest broke the silence that Noah jumped a little and snapped out of his daydream which had involved lots of naughty images of himself and Lazarus... alone... naked... in that bed... under the covers... Once more he snapped back to reality and finally looked to see what Lazarus was talking about. The ghostly black hand made him stop for a minute... He simply stood there listening to the quite insane words that were being spoken. And when asked that question, the Prince faced the Priest again... There was a sad frown on his lips. "No," he said softly. "I don't make it a habit of hiding dragons around..."
Noah felt helpless, as if Laz were slipping farther and farther away. "I remember it..." Noah felt terrible... the Priest had never talked this way. He always sounded so calm and logical about... Well, about everything from coffee to the changes Noah had made to the castle. Even now, as insane as he was acting, there was still a sense of... ancient logic to it all, as if he were simply stating everyday facts... A heavy sigh could be heard coming from the Prince... "Lazarus... just... stop." Slowly he crossed the room. As he reached the massive, four post bed, Noah slid down into a sitting position next to the Priest.
Carefully he reached up to grab that hand, removing it from that silken, wet mess of hair... Pushing the silver locks back, Noah carefully cupped Lazarus' cheek in his hand. "Don't talk like that... That girl is gone, Lazarus... I know I promised I would let her stay, but with your reaction... Well, I felt it would be in your best interest if she didn't stay here... So I made her leave..." Noah stared down at the Priest, his thumb gently caressing the skin about an inch below that silver eye... "I'm sorry, Lazarus... for everything that I've put you through, and that my family has put you through." Noah smiled sadly.
"If my family hadn't been so quick to accuse you all those years ago... Well, neither of us would be here in this room right now... You would have gone on to live your life and died happily, and then gone up to join your precious God... And me?" Those not quite silver eyes closed, and Noah laughed shortly as he thought of Charlie and the apartments... "Well, I'd be in an entirely different world right now..." His free hand moved up to run through Lazarus' hair. "And... I know you probably wish you could have died all those years ago, but... I wouldn't trade this life for anything in the entire world..."
Just like Lazarus, Noah was showing the Priest a side of him that he had never revealed before... The human side, the one that didn't just want sex... The Prince let out a shaky breath, drawing in another one in a successful attempt to steady himself. "I'll leave the room, if you want me too, Lazarus... At this point, if it would really please you, I'd even leave the Kingdom if I could." Slowly, Noah drew his hand out of Lazarus' hair... But he was a little more reluctant to break off the touch on Laz's cheek.
"I want to tell you something... but I don't know if you're ready to hear it, and I don't want to upset you even more than you are... So, unless you're absolutely sure you can handle it, I'll wait until some other day..."
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Antics of a Harlot Captain
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Dark Priest Lazarus Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jan 19, 2007 3:58 am
What in God's name did Noah mean by showing so much concern for the priest's state? Surely it was all a false act to reassure him or, if he was of a more devious mind, an excuse to be near and touch Lazarus under pretense of offering comfort. That would not do at all, and rather than being consoled and relieved by the prince's display of a range of emotion beyond perversion, the talk of being glad that he had met Laz acted as a verbal slap back into reality; such plainly and openly stated sentiments were very sobering indeed. Sufficiently jarred from his lapse into instability, he was able to draw over his features the mask of arrogance he usually wore while in Noah's presence.
Composure regained in an instant, all that remained was to puzzle out what the much younger man meant by his last remarks. If he was thought incapable of handling it, it must have been news of a horrible nature, and he couldn't help but feel a deep pull of curiosity toward the matter. He mentally pored over the possibilities and in a span of nine seconds in which he had been utterly silent and stared at his prince with an expression unreadable and blank, save for an arched brow, he came to the only feasible conclusion: Lazarus had entertained and dreaded for some time the possibility that Noah's promiscuity would eventually result in the contraction of one of the viruses there was no known medical remedy for, and there was no doubt in his mind that Noah was withholding news of being infected with HIV. That, of course, meant it was more than likely that he had it as well, the notion of which sent him into a stunned stupor.
Fortunately it didn't take him long to recover, and he was soon rising from his bed with an elegant grace no one so shocked should have possessed. He didn't leave the room or excuse himself from Noah's presence, instead folding his arms tightly over his midriff and walking to his latched balcony doors. He paused in front of them, trying to decide whether pacing would reveal how unsettled he truly was, and ultimately thought better of it. The less bothered he appeared the better, for both of their sakes. Thus, he resolved to stay put and subtly indicate that Noah was welcome to stay a bit longer by not dismissing him, and more importantly, by trying to pry some answers out of him. The latter was done after he situated himself more agreeably, taking the strain of standing and threat of collapsing down to a minimum. He leaned heavily against the chilly iron doorframe, hardly feeling the intricate designs in the metal digging into the flesh of his bare arm and not acknowledging that every inch of skin the frame came in contact with was immediately numbed by the cold. What were a few bruises and frostbite to someone convinced that the lover they reluctantly submitted to had infected them with so vile a disease? He felt betrayed and infuriated that Noah could keep something so important from him for even a day, and try as he might to keep himself under perfect control, his refusal to tear his gaze from the view afforded by the glass doors and the strained quality of his voice all but screamed his displeasure.
"I see. No need to tell me. My imagination filled in for your lack of detail. ...I did not expect to be treated with such condescension and made into little more than a toy for use at your leisure when I sought to discover who was prowling the castle halls, but I daresay I've adapted myself to these unfortunate circumstances, for which I wholly take the blame, commendably. For your sake, to save you the mortification of being associated with someone both of much lower rank and considered peculiar, the speech patterns and habits formed over the course of my life have been adjusted to better suit modern standards. I am cold and indifferent more often than not, yet I attempt to be...tolerant, as it were, and have not interfered in your own comings and goings. I allow you to do as you please, and these faults of mine, giving you leeway and keeping a great deal of scorn relating to your nightly activities unspoken, shall henceforth haunt my every waking moment. I knew full well that this would happen if you continued to lie with every individual to catch your eye, but I did not try to prevent it." He was giving Noah very little chance to interject; the prince could wait until Lazarus had said his share. He did pause very briefly to lift one arm and slide his hand across the lower half of his visage, rubbing for a moment in obvious exasperation and collecting his thoughts. His hand didn't stray when he resumed speaking, and slender digits lingered where they were splayed across his cheek, jaw and lips while his palm partially cupped his chin, muffling his voice the slightest bit. "Selfish, foolish boy! How long have you known? How long have you kept it from me? You do realize that if you are infected and have been since before the last time we...well, you do know that you've put me at risk as well? To not inform me right after finding out...the audacity...I scarcely know what to say or think, other than that I'll be leaving shortly for an emergency blood test at the nearest clinic. Do try to justify your secrecy before I go, unless you intend to destroy my opinion of what little goodness I believe you to possess."
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Posted: Fri Jan 19, 2007 8:46 am
Not quite blue... not quite amethyst... not quite silver... Noah's eyes followed Lazarus as he walked to the closed glass doors that looked out over all of the Kingdom. This place... if it was anyone's home, it was Lazarus'... He had been here a hell of a lot longer than Noah. Noah was just in the blood line... And so when fixing the castle around to accomodate Lazarus, Noah had made it clear he wanted the Priest's room to be this one. It wasn't as big as Noah's, perhaps... But it was far more elegant.
Watching Lazarus, Noah sighed gently. The Prince mimicked the Priest's actions by rubbing his eyes, looking a little exhausted. Noah was so tired of having drama in his life... He just wanted everything to calm down and relax and be normal, for once... All of his life, he had experienced nothing but hardships and troubles. His parents had died, burned alive in a fire. His brother molested him, and to get by in life he had to sell his body; He was successful, though... He had anything his heart could desire, afterall... But
there was one thing he wanted that he didn't have, and money couldn't buy this for him; Lazarus. The Prince wanted the man so much it hurt inside... That's why Noah was there, in the room, listening to Lazarus' lengthy speech... Which kind of hurt his feelings. Laz had every right to assume such things, but... That wasn't what Noah wanted to say... Sliding off of the bed, Noah walked to the Priest. "You couldn't be more wrong, Lazarus... I don't have HIV. If I had HIV, I'd leave the Kingdom, thus
killing myself and being done with it... I couldn't handle living with such a disease. No, that's not what I came to tell you..." The Prince looked up at the taller man, frowning at him... He was hurt, though. Afterall, how could Lazarus just assume such a thing? Especially the factor of when Noah would deliver such mind-blowing news... "Lazarus, I don't have HIV. Not by a long shot." Thank god... "But I do have an affliction." Reaching out, Noah brushed his fingers across the priest's beautiful jaw. "I am deeply, deeply in love with you, Lazarus... I've always loved you, Lazarus, and cared for
you... My sexual antics have always gotten in the way, and I never realized what this was until you tried to leave..." The Prince sighed and pulled his hand away. "I just thought you should know that I don't only think of or want sex..." The room was very, very quiet... Noah didn't like that silence, but there was nothing more to say. He had listened to what Lazarus thought, then told the man how he truly felt. The Prince stepped back, took a deep breath... and hoped for the best.
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Dark Priest Lazarus Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 11:34 pm
If Lazarus had been upset before, it was nothing to his behavior following Noah's little confession. Frustration gave way to sheer ferocity and malice the likes of which he had never allowed himself to outwardly show, especially not in front of those he had an inkling of respect for. Noah, in suddenly professing his love without reason, good timing or elaboration, had more or less ruined his chances of being taken seriously. Glacial eyes narrowed dangerously and his lips pulled back into a snarl, baring teeth that were decidedly a bit sharper than those of normal people, almost making him look like a rabid dog; the vicious growls tearing low and long from his throat did nothing to hinder the impression, either. He gave Noah a full thirty seconds to run like hell, but knowing the boy, he would assume the growls were of a less vicious and more sexual nature. To absolutely destroy any hopes of a positive reaction, after giving the younger man time to flee and watching him stand in awkward silence, the priest's hands - much stronger than they looked, as Noah had learned the hard way some months before - clamped down on Noah's shoulders and his fingers dug painfully into the supple flesh as he whirled and slammed the smaller body back-first against the stretch of wall between the glass doors of his balcony and the much less fragile wooden one of his bathroom. He allotted no time to do much more than blink before releasing his hands and repositioning them more to his advantage: he yanked Noah's arms upward and, holding the prince's wrists in one of his hands, crushed them both against the wall above Noah's head in hopes of staving off any scratching or punching; the hand free from the burden of holding Noah's arms in place was put to much better use and employed in silencing any protests, namely by pressing down tightly over the lower half of his face, mouth and jaw included.
"Oh? You love me, do you? You always have? I daresay you have something in common with your ancestors, Noah. Princes, you see, are bred to be sensitive, clever, well-mannered, considerate, passionate, charming, and kind, in addition to being heir to the throne. I suppose it's to enhance their appeal. The problem lies, however, with what they are not bred to be. The very one responsible for my meeting you told me, and I repeat his words exactly: 'I was raised to be charming, not sincere.' You too, Noah, reek of charm and are all seduction and grace among company you enjoy; you are a silver-tongued devil, but I don't for one moment think you an honest one. You use your charm to win what you desire and trust that all will believe, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that everything you tell them is true, because you are royalty and those of royal blood are noble. Nobility never errs and they are never corrupt...or so people believe, in spite of countless evidence that almost all people with power, nobles included, are indeed corrupt liars. But no, of course you're not like them...and so I am supposed to readily accept that you loved me the moment we met, because that is a part of the 'always.' You loved me when you stared at me like I was a madman, while you thought you were going mad in dungeons filled with skeletons and rot, staring at a faceless priest claiming to be centuries-old. You loved me when I told you that you could not ever leave the kingdom, and you loved me when I told you that it would be the death of you if you tried. You loved me when I left you to fend for yourself, completely alone in a foreign land, for five years. You loved me when I accidentally miscalculated and found myself here, right back where I started, only facing a more politically powerful and physically matured version of you, and to show that love you took what you wanted from me despite struggling, refusals, violence against your person and attempts to free myself the entire time you violated me. How long has rape equated love, Noah? Furthermore, why do you claim to love me when I continually shun you, ignore your advances, and overall refuse to have anything to do with you beyond what is absolutely necessary to prevent being raped by you again? Don't you dare try to answer of any this now; I will laugh at you if you do. This castle...this kingdom, everything for miles around is your domain, and until you've had time to consider why taunting and lying to me are amusing or if you have any reason for this bullshit other than infuriating me, I don't want to be anywhere within your reach." All venom and sarcasm from the priest with not a hint of the usual kindness or stoicism. Lazarus' unique, but very rarely seen, brand of verbal b***h slapping hit below the belt and was full of many more unpleasant truths than most people could stand to hear. Oh yes...it was safe to say from the tone of his voice and uncharacteristic use of cussing that Noah ******** up BADLY. There was a glimmer of hope within all of that unpleasantness, however: not once had Lazarus touched on whether the feelings were reciprocated. He could have snapped because he thought he was being teased about something he never dared could actually happen, or...well, maybe he just outright hated Noah. Fifty-fifty chance.
Finally, after his long-winded tirade left him all but foaming at the mouth, he shoved himself away from the wall and the boy, and ignoring any comments or actions from him, made a peculiar gesture in mid-air with his left hand. If Noah cared to pay attention, the flicks and twists of Laz's fingers spun a faintly visible, delicate pattern that looked remarkably like it was formed of shimmering azure spider silk. It consisted of five letters contained in the points of a pentagram and, when read clockwise, they spelled out YCRAD...though the fact that they were supposed to be read counter-clockwise for some reason was made clear enough when he muttered "Darcy, get me out of here for a while and I will repay you handsomely," ignoring Noah as much as humanly possible throughout the short process of summoning the demon. If the brat wanted attention he could go caress, confess false love to and hump the nearest inanimate object, which happened to be the toilet right through the nearby restroom door.
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 7:55 am
Darcy was brooding. Perfectly manicured nails - they could almost be called claws, really, for their length and the way the tips curved into a slight point - drummed against the arm of a throne forged from semi-transparent shadows that seemed to have lives of their own, and from the way they furiously thrashed about, those shadows longed to escape from their bondage. The demon using them for his leisure felt no pity for them; they were merely solidified darkness, not worthy of the faintest trace of emotion, and the incubus honestly had no idea why they objected to his giving them a corporeal form and putting them to good use. He was not, however, thinking about his chair at that moment. His mind was far more unpleasantly occupied.
He had begun to reflect on his servant's behavior after condemning him to his canine form, and as usually happened when thinking of Lawrence, found his thoughts eventually drifted to the one man to ever escape him. Darcy was used to getting what he wanted, especially where men and women were involved. If he saw someone he fancied, he charmed and seduced them on the spot. After enjoying carnal pleasures and draining them, feasting on them and leaving them exhausted, his interest always waned and vanished entirely. Up until meeting that one damned man, and afterwards as well, come to think of it, his advances had never been denied. Lawrence, the poor young lad, had done all he could to make sure that Darcy never laid a hand on that man. It was part of their contract: Lawrence would submit to Darcy's every whim, would not say a word if the incubus moaned the name of that gorgeous, perfect human instead of Ren's, and would never mention him out loud, for even so much as hearing the blasted name sent pangs of regret through his heart, and in return Darcy would leave him alone.
Lazarus. His angel, his complete opposite, the one who got away. Darcy hadn't known that demons such as himself were capable of love before he was unexpectedly summoned to the surface world and made the priest's acquaintance. At first he brushed it off as infatuation, but as the years went by and he spent more time with Lawrence, agonizing over the similarities between the two brothers and longing desperately for the elder, he accepted that it was far more than that. He watched over Lazarus in his sleep on occasion, provided him a few minutes of company several times while the priest was locked in the castle dungeons, and even went so far as to expend his energy to linger in the back of a church, disguised and hidden from view, to hear the priest speak during Mass. He knew he was foolish and that nothing would ever come of it; his presence was never welcomed anymore and if he saw Lazarus again it would be against the priest's will. Such were his thoughts and he felt his woe worsening by the minute when suddenly, with no warning, he felt a violent tug on his will. It was a most peculiar sensation, but one he recognized and was unable to refuse. Someone was calling for him specifically by name and by ritual, and he was obliged to answer the summons. He eased himself into the pull, waiting for a portal to appear, and...there it was to his left, shimmering violet in thin air. He stepped through and was greeted with a sight that stunned him to his core.
"Lazarus," he said, his voice echoing from within his helm in rich, dulcet tones, smooth and delicious as melted chocolate in the entrancing way that only an incubus could master, "I am delighted to see you again. You're as handsome as ever; time has been kind to you. The long hair suits you very well indeed. I'm surprised, though: you claimed our dealings were over with. Why call on me now? What do you mean by wanting me to spirit you away somewhere? Does your newfound freedom not please you? And what of this...reward?"
Noah got no attention whatsoever because Darcy had yet to notice he was even in the room, so completely was his attention on the object of his devotion. Seeing a demon emerge from a rip in the air clad only in a short sable vest with a collar, a pair of gloves lined with intricate gold patterning, a matching loincloth that fell to mid-thigh in both the front and the back and a large bleached white ram's skull with twisted horns of an impressive size, pinpoints of azure light gleaming from within the pitch black of the sockets being the closest it had to eyes, was not something easily ignored...he was frequently met with screams when his prized skull mask was on, since it could easily be mistaken for his actual head.
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I love clueless idiots Crew
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 8:44 am
Noah was completely and totally shocked. All he could do was stand there, mouth open, and stare at the ranting priest... Lazarus had never spoken to Noah this way before... or this much. Just a few moments ago, Noah had really thought they were making progress... They had been talking calmly, at least. That was the most they had done in the last six years... And as soon as Noah had opened up to the much taller man, obviously stronger man... It had blown up in his face.
The Prince winced when he was slammed against the wall, and he opened his mouth to protest when he found his arms being pinned above his head... But in no time at all, he found a hand over his mouth, blocking his way to communicate with the priest. Those unique, Aegirian eyes flickered up to Laz's livid face. The Prince could do nothing but stand there and listen... wishing he didn't have to.
But everything Lazarus said was true, and had meaning... The Prince took every single word that passed through those lips to heart. Nothing stung Noah more, like a violent slap in the face, than one thing Lazarus asked him... How long has rape equated love, Noah? These words gripped Noah's heart... and instantly, he thought of Charlie. How long had rape meant love? ... Noah's entire life. The Prince swallowed, and his arms came down slowly when he was released..
Noah simply leaned there, against the wall, watching the Priest he had thought he loved... No, Noah knew he loved and cared for the man... But he had ruined his chance to have a normal relationship with Lazarus over five years ago... He sighed, eyes watching the Priest, listening to what he said... Now what was he doing? Running away from Noah again, no doubt... This time, the Prince didn't move to stop him. He just moved off of the wall, watching the name that was floating in the air...
But nothing could have prepared him for Darcy's appearance. The man was beautiful, Noah had to admit... And obviously he was powerful... Noah couldn't help but shake his head and flex his right hand several times. He just listened, waiting for all talking to subside and the room to grow quiet... Then he said softly, "Lazarus... this was never what I wanted... But if you want me gone... consider it done." His eyes were on Lazarus... and only on Lazarus. He stood there for a split second... then he left the room, pushing the door closed behind him. Noah wasn't sure exactly where to go... He knew he was in no condition to drive; the way he felt, he knew he'd drive into something if given the chance... He could go for a walk, though... Yeah, a walk sounded pretty nice right about now.
Putting his hands in his pockets, Noah wandered through the halls of the castle until he came to the two massive front doors. He didn't even have any shoes on... Oh well. He'd walk around on the castle grounds, since it was mostly grass anyway. Reaching out, he heaved the heavy doors open and slipped outside, not bothering to close them. Lucky it was warm outside by that point... The dew had dried, and the sun was out... Outside of the castle, it was a nice day... ...
After walking around for a few seconds, Noah found himself beneath one of the many trees on the castle grounds... Slowly he sat down, leaning against the tree... and staring towards the border of the Kingdom. He wondered, then, if he should just... go... Just pack up all his things and leave... and hope for the best. He smiled at the thought... Only a little bit, though. The Prince still felt rather down about what had happened just a few minutes ago... Afterall, he was really hoping things would go better, but... It just went to show that Noah didn't really know Lazarus like he thought he did... And so his mind returned, again, to the border and wondering if he should try to pass through it... He could practically see the demons guarding the border; the image was forever etched into the young man's mind. A smile curled on his lips... Noah had the blood, and he had the ancestry... but this wasn't his home...
Slowly he moved onto his feet and began heading back to the castle... "Time to head home," he said softly to himself, hands finding their way back into his pockets...
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2007 11:04 am
A look of surprise flashed over the priest's visage, eyebrows lifting for a fraction of a second before he forced himself to return to a more neutral expression. He heard what Noah said, processed it rather slowly due to his frequent interrupting thoughts of chastising the boy further, and was hit with the full impact of the implications an entire two minutes after Noah left the room. Noah though Lazarus didn't want him there? The priest hadn't quite said that, had he? Come to think of it, even such a short time after snarling the words at his prince, he couldn't recall exactly what came from his own mouth. He knew there were plenty of low blows, of that he had no doubt, because in his anger he attempted to be as cruel and hurtful as possible. Inflicting pain in a mental way, rather than physical, had been his only goal, and from the looks of it he had succeeded so marvelously that Noah was going to, essentially, commit suicide if Lazarus couldn't stop him. Wonderful, simply wonderful.
He felt his knees give way and didn't try to stop his collapse. It was a controlled fall, however, ending with him thudding down on his rear end and kicking out one leg straight after adjusting himself more comfortably. The other he propped up and wrapped an arm around, drawing it closer to his torso and bringing said arm within range of his upper body. He angled the limb upward so he could bury his face in his hands, and although his voice betrayed no emotion, his posture alone gave away what he was feeling.
"Darcy...your payment. Blood is precious to you, no? Did you not say that one ounce of blood from a desirable victim could keep an incubus fed for a month? You can have twelve ounces of it, but you must not take a drop more, because that is the maximum I can regenerate and I don't intend to die from blood loss, thank you very much. A full year's supply, and all you have to do..." He faltered, visibly tensing and running over possibilities for conditions to the agreement in his mind. "...Well, I daresay an entire twelve ounces is worth more than locking me in a pocket dimension for a week or two. I want Noah watched while I'm away from him, Darcy. I know you have loyal minions, or whatever you'd like to call them. Have them tail him. Have them keep to shadow, hide in the darkness where they're comfortable, and keep an eye on hi, but discreetly. If they alert him to their presence of harm him in any way -- and yes, that includes letting him leave the boundaries of the kingdom, because such negligence will be the death of him and that will NOT make me happy -- the blood given to you will be destroyed, the deal eradicated, and I'll perform the rituals necessary to prevent you from so much as seeing me again. You may be a demon, but you are an honorable one and I'm willing to trust you with Noah's life; I know you're intelligent enough to see the consequences of going against what I ask for. Do you agree to the terms?"
Darcy, although less than thrilled about the added task of baby-sitting a prince with whom a Lazarus was clearly in...well, love or lust, or something with, couldn't resist the offer of Lazarus' blood. It was like an ambrosia for a demon like him, and especially potent if the incubus partaking of it had any sort of feelings for the one whose blood he was treated to. The emotional bond lent a sort of pleasurable favor, like an orgasm in drink form. Darcy, being in love with Lazarus, knew those twelve ounces would last far longer than a year; a single drop would probably satiate his desires for a full three months or more, and would be as close to paradise as he would ever get. He could practically taste the rich, delectable holy blood flowing over his tongue already, and the second the priest asked him to agree, he swept his arm in front of himself with a great flourish and bowed low. "Of course, my dear priest," he practically sang, so light and pleased was the tone, "Claiming the blood will require you to be relaxed, however. You cannot be tense or your regeneration will not work. While you go seek something to calm your nerves, I will remain here and relate the details of your request to the highest-ranked among my 'minions,' as you call them. You won't need more than that particular servant of mine if he agrees to take the job. He alone is more than sufficient to get it done." A snap of his fingers later, the canine curled up on Noah's bed fell through a portal opened right underneath him, was jolted by a stab of pain as it crashed to the floor at Darcy's feet and scrambled up onto all fours. Another snap and the poor lad was back in human form, all pink cloth and red latex and coffee-hued skin with unbound silver flowing down his back...which, as fate would have it, was turned toward Lazarus, who was picking himself up off the floor and combing his hands through damp hair; he wasn't paying Darcy any mind now that he had a deal with him, sparing Lawrence an unwanted confrontation with his elder brother.
The priest, taking care not to look at Darcy because that skull was damn unsettling and he would never be able to relax as the demon wished while staring into those empty eye-sockets, brushed himself off and left his room with shoulders slouching. Relaxing meant relieving his guilty conscience first, and that meant...hell, he had to talk to Noah. Naturally the first place he thought to look was Noah's bedroom: if the prince wanted to leave Aegir, the naive idiot would probably pack his possessions first and hope for the best when crossing the border out of the valley. Thus, a few minutes later, he found himself standing at the prince's doorway, wondering whether he should knock and apologize or just...wait and sort out what he was feeling first. As often as he tried to persuade himself that he despised Noah, and as often as he pulled a guarded and cold front, there was some strange emotion that the prince stirred in him. It wasn't the same feeling he'd had with Maria, so he couldn't quite place it, but it wasn't negative or hateful and went against everything he believed in and everything common sense told him was bad. Confusing business for a priest, to be sure, and with the anger at Noah's false 'confession' dissipating, his thoughts ran in circles consisting mostly of "This is wrong, I shouldn't even be considering the possibility of talking to him rationally about this, but it feels...right in an awful way... NO, stop it, he's how many years younger than you? Admit any attraction and it will make you an old pervert, and practically a cradle robber, and did I mention a pervert? Oh Lord forgive me I don't want to be one of those Catholic priests blamed for molesting little boys because compared to me he IS a little boy I don't want to be seen like that I don't I don't... Damn it all, the little b*****d couldn't have meant what he said anyway, but I think I wanted him to mean it which means I've been lying to myself about disliking him all along and this is WRONG," and so the cycle restarted with few variations on the content -- his brain felt like it was going to explode from the redundancy. Maybe...maybe if he stood there in front of the wall, just thinking the same things over and over and over until he was ready to cry, and he waited long enough, Noah would arrive on his own and spare Lazarus an awkward explanation for why he was barging into the younger man's room.
Letting out a low sigh, he turned to face the wall and crossed his arms at neck-height on the bare stretch of stone, slumping forward and placing his weight on them, one knee bent slightly, which made him hunch over even more. He rested his forehead against his overlapping arms, ignoring the strands of silver-white that slipped from behind his back, draping over lean, bare shoulders and clinging wetly to his skin. He wasn't even trying to maintain his usual demeanor, and maybe the display would put Noah more at ease, make it easier for the prince to talk honestly to Lazarus since he wasn't hiding behind false hatred...if Noah even came back at all and found Laz standing there, that was. In his horrible state of woe and self-doubt he muttered "Damn you, Noah, for doing this to me, you b*****d prince," before he fell silent, lapsed back into thinking and commenced waiting.
[ Note - permission granted from both Darcy's and Ren's RPers to control their characters for this post. They are lazy bums and didn't want to make their own posts, so yeah...those parts are written from their instructions on what to have the chars do. ]
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Dark Priest Lazarus Vice Captain
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Antics of a Harlot Captain
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2007 3:11 pm
Noah was a young man... merely in his twenties; he would be turning twenty-one this year, as a matter of fact... It was strange, that he should be so infatuated with the Boulstridge Brothers the way that he was. His attraction with Lazarus was particularly strange...
Unlike the inhabitants of his Kingdom, Noah's skin was tanned dark from years in the sun, due to the Spanish blood coursing through his veins, which he had inherited from his darling Mother. His hair was also very dark, unlike the blonde and red hair of the civilians in Aegir Kingdom... But then, the Royal Family had always had dark hair, though never skin that was quite so dark... And then there were his eyes; not quite silver, not quite turquoise, and not quite amethyst... but rather a mixture of all three.
Noah James Champagne Aegir was a very handsome man, as well as rich, charming and funny... He was nearly perfect in every way; he didn't seem to have any flaws other than a few physical scars that could easily be hidden under clothing. But even he didn't know what drove him to fancy Father Boulstridge in such an obsessive way. Until now, he had never had reason to question it... But as he entered the castle and slipped quietly through the long, dark halls, up winding staircases as he moved towards his room, doubt clouded his heart.
He arrived in the hallway just in time to hear the words that escaped Lazarus' lips. Suddenly, in a moment of pristine clarity, everything seemecd to fall into place. "A b*****d indeed, Father..." The Prince's strong legs, made so by his years spent on the streets, had carried him surprisingly quickly... Forward the Damned Prince moved, and something about him seemed very royal, very King-like. His face was set, lips pulled into a frown. Those Royal Aegirian eyes looked at Lazarus but saw right through him, as if he weren't even there...
It was almost if Noah were speaking to a phantasm of his imagination. "You know," his words were soft as he reached out and pulled open his bedroom doors; double doors, like the entrance into the Castle. Light flooded into the hall as the doors were thrust apart in opposite directions. The light washed over the two figures. Lazarus' body illuminated the light, throwing it back at the sun as if in defiance of the God that it worshipped... But Noah's own damned form seemed to lick it up, drinking it in almost hungrily. "When I was a child my Father, William, would tell me that I was destaned for greatness...
"He used to say that someday, I would grow up to become a very powerful ruler of our home land... As a child I believed him. However, I hid his stories from the world. I would tell no one of my fate, afraid that someone might try to steal it from me, or tell me what my young heart believed; that he was teasing me. As I began to grow, I slowly began to let his tales slip from my memories...
"When I was nine years old, both of my parents were taken from me in a fire that consumed our entire home... Only myself and my brother, Charlie, survived... Angry, I instantly dismissed the tales my Father had told me as lies." The Prince stood there, consumed by the light that seemed to blaze up around his body like the fires of hell... He was so very dark in that sillouhetting light. "Foster care took my brother and I...
"They saw fit to seperate us, since we shared only the same Mother, despite the fact I was raised with Charlie at my side... When Charlie turned 18 he came for me. The family that had adopted me was nice, and loving... Charlie snatched me right out from beneath their noses, and since he was 18 he was automatically considered fit to be my legal guardian... No one really cared much, anyhow." Noah had never spoken this much about Charlie, or his past...
It seemed he was finally opening up to Lazarus, perhaps to clarify a few things for the priest. "You asked me, "Since when has rape equated love?" Rape isn't something done out of love, in your eyes... In fact, rape is considered wrong to most... But to Charlie sex, rape, abuse... They were the highest forms of showing his brotherly love for me. Even before my parents were gone, he would molest me... It began when I was five years old, he nearly in his teens. I believe Charlie opening me to sex so early in my life is what made me think that prostitution was okay, and normal to a certain degree.
"Charlie was angry and insanely jealous. He would and shall never admit it, but I've always known... I made quite a bit of money, and aside from paying Charlie's rent, I bought the car I came here in... I bought this castle, though it was rightly mine. My money made the changes necessary to bring it into the modern age... I'm quite easily a millionaire by now; I'm positive that I'm among the richest men of my age.
"Another thing... In that home, the home that Charlie made for us that I paid for in blood and sweat at the hands of Charlie and countless strangers, there is another... A young child; Charlie grew restless as I grew older and stayed gone more and more frequently, and decided to snatch a child that reminded him of myself in my youth... Only, his skin is milky white, like yours..." Noah took a deep breath. "I was the only one in my family, in fact, to have skin so dark...
"Even in all the paintings of the royal family, only one other Aegirian had the skin that I have... I find it strange... Anyhow, when I came here and discovered you, you were a... strange man... And I feared you, not for my life... Oh, never would I fear my life in your presence, my dearest Priest. But you always have and always will represent my failures; Ever since coming to this Kingdom and realizing that I had to remain in this castle... I've struggled to achieve the Greatness that my Father wanted and expected of me, as his son and only Heir.
"Needless to say, I have failed miserably in the act. Every time I see you, it makes me think of what I could have been, what I had in my grasp... But I've grown weary of this unending game of cat and mouse, as well as the waltz I have danced with the people of this country. I'm going back to America, Father Boulstridge, and you shan't stop me..." Noah seemed to melt into the blazing sunlight as he walked forward into the room.
His hands, so experienced in packing bags by now, began to work quickly, his body moving unhindered through the room that he had come to know so well... The only thing Noah wanted was his clothing... the rest could stay...
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2007 12:22 pm
Lazarus literally bit his tongue to keep from shooting back unneeded remarks at Noah. Wild mood swings seemed to be his theme that day, from misery and confusion to anger to guilt and then right back again in a vicious circle; he found his temper flaring up in the back of his mind again the longer he listened to Noah, conflicting with the pity and disbelief at what the prince was about to do to himself, and briefly wondered if this was what an emotional breakdown felt like. Was suicide what Noah really wanted? He was going to leave, knowing the consequences, without giving his life a second thought? How dare he put himself at risk like that! But if it was what he thought he wanted...fine. That was fine. Lazarus could fix it. He could fix it without trying to talk to Noah because God knew talking never got him anywhere with that boy.
He left the prince to pack, melting into the darkness of the hallway without a sound, all but invisible amongst the shadows he controlled. He could easily be tracked by the incubus standing in his room, however: his anger made him easy to follow. It seethed inside of him and could be felt like an aura around him, an almost palpable crackling energy rolling from him in waves. Darcy had given Ren his instructions several minutes before, and as the demon felt Laz approach, he dismissed the younger Boulstridge brother. Lazarus burst into his room to find it empty save for the demon, who lay propped on an elbow on Lazarus' bed.
"I thought I told you to relax," was all that Lazarus allowed Darcy to say before holding up a hand to silence him.
"Not now. I hope your servant is already working on watching Noah. He told me that he's leaving Aegir. You know what will happen if he does, Darcy. I want you to keep him here by any means necessary -- any bar death, is that understood?" The demon nodded, Lazarus continued. "Avoid violence and restraint if at all possible, and I don't want him finding out that I'm leaving the castle. I'll offer my own help doing it, even, just...keep him HERE where he is safe." He had scarcely drawn breath after his last words when his hand shot up and he snapped his fingers. The priest winced and held back a yelp as an ethereal duplicate of himself stepped from his body and tossed its shimmering hair haughtily over a bare shoulder. Formed of the same energies as the phantom hand he had created earlier, this was a more thorough copy, exactly the same down to every small physical detail. Lazarus leveled his eyes on it and his clone turned to meet the stare. The priest's double nodded once, tipped his head toward the general direction of Noah's room and shared a secretive sort of half-smile with the original, who returned the nod and shoved him none too gently out the door.
"If he doesn't work, Darcy, THEN you may step in. But...he should. I hope. Hand me that shirt over the end of my bed." He caught the shirt when it was tossed his way and pulled it on over his head. Far too tight for his liking...maybe it was Noah's? It certainly felt like one of those skintight things Noah liked to wear, but it would work. The suspenders over his shoulders were shrugged down and discarded, and without further explanation he pushed open his balcony door, swung his legs over the rail and dropped down the five or so feet to a tree branch directly below. He'd had the foresight to nail planks down the tree's trunk as makeshift steps, just in case he ever needed a quick escape route, and he used them to get down to the ground level in ten seconds flat. He bolted for the entrance plaza directly after touching down on the grass, ignoring every staff member and Aegirian he passed along the way, until he reached the street.
The first cab that came by was waved down and Lazarus directed him toward the airport. It was the only way he could think of that Noah would dare to leave, not to mention the only airport for several hundred miles around. The taxi smelled horrid, like cheap cigarettes and booze and sweat, the upholstery was torn to shreds and something was digging into his leg...maybe a spring in the bottom of the seat. The ride seemed far too long, though in reality it only lasted five minutes, and he 'accidentally' forgot to pay the driver...ah well. More important things to see through.
Lazarus found a security guard with very little hassle and told him that he needed to be taken to the main office. Though puzzled, the man knew of the priest and obligingly led him to the airport security's headquarters, a dingy little room tucked away near the west side of the terminal. When offered a seat he gratefully took it; he was OLD and all that running around was winding him.
The head of security was a clean-cut young man named William Rourke with short blonde hair and striking bottle-green eyes whom Lazarus had seen attending Mass every Sunday. They had spoken a few times after the congregation and if Laz remembered correctly, the boy's younger sister had been killed in a hijacked plane, and the traumatic event made him devote his life to keeping others safe while they traveled by air. So very convenient.
Lazarus considered how best to explain his dilemma. He settled on a vague explanation that would nevertheless give the basic details. "I've come because of Noah, William. Yes, Prince Noah. If he sets foot on this property, you're going to have to detain him. Don't let him board any air craft or purchase tickets for future dates. He wants to commit suicide, Bill, and if he boards a plane, he'll take out himself and everyone else on there with him. Even if it's only a pilot and a copilot, those are two extra people too many."
Rourke was skeptical. He folded his hands on his desk, closely watched the priest and arched a brow. "Why would he tell you that? It doesn't make sense," he pointed out, "that if he was going to do this, he would tell someone beforehand. I know he trusts you, Father, but he must have predicted that you would come to warn us if those were his plans. Are you sure he's going to come?"
Lazarus nodded, eyes dropping to the tacky gum-stained carpet. He dropped his forearms onto his knees and loosely clasped his fingers, dangling his hands down in front of his legs as he leaned forward. "I'm sure, Bill. I think it was a...a cry for help. He wants to be stopped. He'll go through with it if he can, but he wants someone to stop him." He glanced to William, a grim smile curving over his lips. "If I was wrong, if he doesn't want to be saved, then so be it. What's done is done. He can be upset with me if he likes, but I don't want to see him die, William. I'd like to think that he wanted me to put a stop to this and I'm not just being selfish."
He and William studied each other for a long moment. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, William flipped a green switch on his intercom and bent over the microphone hooked up to it. "All security personnel be on the lookout for A-00438-NC. I repeat, all security watch for individual A-00438-NC. May or may not be escorted, will have--" he covered the mic with his hand and leaned away from it. "Is he carrying luggage, Father?"
A quick nod. "He should have a few suitcases full of clothes, yes. No more than three or four, I think."
And the hand was removed. "--no more than four pieces of luggage. Repeat, A-00438-NC, no more than four bags or suitcases, may be alone or escorted. If found bring him to the HQ in 26-West. Over." He flipped the switch back into the 'off' position. "Would you like to wait here for him, sir? Or are you going to try to intercept him at the front gates?"
He thought it over and decided to let the guards deal with Noah. He didn't need to know that Laz had anything to do with it. "I'll leave it up to you. Thank you. I'm...I think I need some coffee."
Will nodded and motioned to a large board outside of the door. "There are a few small coffee shops here in the terminal. That board will show you where they are. There's also a Starbucks two blocks away if you'd like to clog your arteries with 700 calorie coffee."
Lazarus stood and shook William's hand, thanking him again and leaving the office. He chose a small coffee shop inside of the airport and sat down on a wooden bench while waiting for the line to die down. He felt something strange again, like an object was jabbing him in the leg, and a thought occurred to him: there was something in his pocket. Weird, he never kept anything pointy in there. He stood, fished the item out and sat back down, staring at it blankly.
A cell phone.
He didn't have one of those.
Well, now he knew why the pants and the shirt both felt a little too tight. His laundry had gotten mixed up with Noah's somehow and he was in Noah's pants and shirt. Lovely. The priest idly flicked open the phone and saw that Noah had a missed call. A pang of fury hit him when he saw the name: Charlie.
He almost threw the phone, but then...he realized what he could do with this miraculous discovery. The priest scrolled through the phone's list of numbers and without hesitating he hit the Call button when he reached Charlie's. It went straight to voice mail, so Lazarus decided to leave the little p***k a message.
"Hello, sir. You don't know me, but I know your brother, Noah. There is an emergency here that requires your immediate attention. Noah is in critical condition and has expressed the desire for you to come as soon as you can. It is not yet known whether he will make it, so time is of the essence. The cost of flying out will be covered by him in full. Ask for Lazarus when you get here; I will make sure you're taken to him immediately. Thank you." He flipped the phone shut with morbid finality and considered that what he had just done was probably not very smart...he didn't know how Noah would react to finding a badly beaten pile somewhat resembling Charlie with a bloodied Lazarus standing over him. Not well, he assumed.
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Melding into shadow to travel instantaneously was simple for something made of shadow in the first place. He wasn't as simple as that, really, but it was easiest to think of himself that way. He knew what he was, where he was and that he was not permanent. He would be rejoining the Original when he met up with him in the castle later. Lust and desire could not survive on their own without a host body, which was why Lazarus had created one of shadow for him to use. It was solid shadow, all sable and purples and misty-opaque with eyes gleaming like lilac fire in a hauntingly beautiful face just like Noah's lover's, but its touch was as solid as any normal person's. He was proof that Lazarus lusted after Noah...otherwise he could not exist, could not be driven as he was to find and take what was rightfully his. He emerged from the hall behind Noah, stroked a hand that felt exactly like human flesh down the prince's back and wrapped the other around his waist, pulling the prince away from his packing and up flush against a naked chest.
He let Noah have zero reaction time, dipping his head down and nipping at the juncture of the prince's neck and shoulder, tracing a hot tongue over that delicious flesh. He wanted Noah and he wanted him NOW. He didn't bother with saying as much, however, because for that he would have to stop biting and licking and tasting and talking directly into Noah's mind was so much easier. He gave a little push with his thoughts and it might feel a bit invasive, like a needle slipping right into Noah's brain, but suddenly the information he wanted Noah to know what right there.
Yes, that was Lazarus up against his back. Yes, he was naked. Yes, he was a clone made of shadow because if he had to stand in the same room he might try to punch him for being an impulsive a**. He was made of every emotion for Noah that the priest tried to suppress. His inhibitions were back with the host body, along with all of his restraint and everything that wasn't pure physical need and want because if this was what it took to show Noah that Lazarus enjoyed his sinning despite frequent protests, he was willing to do it. Anything the shadow felt would be later felt by Lazarus when they rejoined, and was there anything else he needed to know so they could get on with the sex already?
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Dark Priest Lazarus Vice Captain
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Antics of a Harlot Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2007 1:01 pm
As the Prince packed his things he wondered quietly to himself about what had spurred him on to his confession. Maybe he was tired of Lazarus not knowing... Back home it didn't matter, it was a trivial thing but here his past haunted his every waking moment... It loomed over everything he tried to do, everything he tried to have. This was the cycle of his thinking when he felt a hand touch his back.
Lazarus? Nah, it couldn't be! Lazarus would die before he touched the Prince... So then, who? Couldn't be Ren since he was still in the form of that two headed beast. Noah vaguely considered the only other person he had seen in the castle. This... Darcy. He could scarcely believe that, either. And so he glanced over his shoulder as best he could, getting a glimpse of a... much darker Lazarus.
He seemed to be made entirely out of shadow but he was.. "Solid," came the soft whisper. A tremble ran all through Prince Noah's body when Lazarus, if he could be called that, began licking and nipping at his neck. Noah jumped a bit when he felt that needle-like presence... but he quickly realized it was Lazarus. He listened to what he was hearing and only one thing seemed important. Well, two things rather.
Lazarus really did lust after the Prince, and... this being was the manifestation of all those suppressed emotions. Noah had to admit he liked the sound of that... Breaking free of the hold, the Prince moved to swing his bedroom doors shut... He then proceeded to grabbing the dark Priest and throwing him to the bed... The next four to five hours would be a whirlwind of large amounts of sex with brief intervals to catch their breath.
Now that Noah knew and had a physical representation of Lazarus that would be returning every little feeling he felt to the Priest later, there was no way Noah was letting him get away before he really satisfied his never ending burning desire for the god-like man. But when the sex finally ceased and died down, a hand would be placed on the Priest's arm...
The Prince squeezed tightly and lowered his forehead down to Lazarus'... He whispered the words he had spoken early, reinforcing them with a firm "I mean it." Was Noah going to leave? He'd never get the chance... because shortly after asking Lazarus in a mildly delirious voice to stay and sleep with him, just this once please... he passed out and would stay asleep that way for another five hours...
Noah felt more at peace than he had ... in his entire life, in fact. This felt right... even if it was just a clone of Lazarus, the Priest hadn't done it for himself... He had actually cared enough to send this beautiful reincarnation of his own body to the Prince. And that much was enough to put his troubled mind at ease.
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2007 1:40 pm
In the darkness... there was a pulse... Loud and steady. No, it wasn't a pulse. It was the phone... the cell phone, always ringing. If it was Noah waking him up at this time in the morning... Charlie remembered as he groggily stuck his hand out to the desk and began to feel around for the ringing contraption that he couldn't do anything about it if it was Noah... except maybe hang up on him.
Finally his hand landed on the slim little phone Noah had paid for when Charlie's broke. Instantly it stopped ringing... Typical. Charlie was going to ignore the call entirely, but he heard the chime that meant someone had left a voicemail. Well, who in the ******** could it be? Noah never left voicemails, he just kept calling until Charlie answered. Deciding that asking stupid questions wasn't going to help him, the half sleeping man picked up the phone and opened it...
So it was Noah. Little b***h... Charlie growled and snapped the phone shut throwing it down hard on the side table. Noah knew the time difference by now, so what the hell was he thinking?! Noah also knew how late Charlie was up every night. Sometimes with Vincent, other times with whoever he found. Slim, cat-like eyes glanced around angrily. He wondered where Vincent was, anyway?
It was a lot harder to keep track of him without Noah here... It was one of the reasons Charlie was pissed off about Noah being gone... He knew what he meant to that damn b***h, but he ran off anyway. Whatever. In one swift motion surprisingly fast for how recently he had been forced awake, Charlie was on his feet. He swayed once, then twice... then he moved to turn on the light in the apartment.
Into the bathroom he dissapeared. When he finally returned to the bed, the phone was flashing the words "One New Voicemail!" up at him... It was only then that Char decided he would listen to whatever Noah had to say. Only when the message began to play back it... wasn't Noah at all. It was some other man... and Charlie's worst fears came true. The red haired man didn't give the message time to finish playing.
He slammed the phone shut and began to pack his bags, yelling into the building for Vincent to start packing his s**t... They had a plane to catch. Little Vincent was only an apartment away from Charlie, so that if the man went looking for him he wouldn't have to go far. When last Noah had seen him Vincent had been a mere five years old, and very small for his age. He was much bigger now, much older...
But Charlie wouldn't tell him where they were going. Other than telling him to pack his things, Charlie didn't tell Vincent anything about what they were doing or where they were going. Airport security was pretty easy on them... Vincent was too old by now to be recognized for who he was... they just thought they were seeing Father and Son. The two left a couple of hours after the phone call was received, around eleven in the morning...
They reached their destination at 3AM the next day, before the sun was up. Upon arriving, Charlie told Vince to go stand by the baggage claim and wait for their stuff. Char located the nearest security guard. "I'm looking for a Lazarus... My name is Charlie." He was as impersonal as he could possibly be with the man, and for that he got no strange looks... the guy just thought he was tired and walked away to go fetch the Priest...
While he was waiting Charlie shifted those eyes to Vince... The boy had missed Noah terribly, and if Noah was dying... Well, Charlie wasn't entirely coldhearted. He figured Vince had just as much right to see Noah as Charlie... Besides, if Charlie went to Noah's side without Vincent then Noah would just ask why he didn't come... Oh, well. He was here, wasn't he!? Charlie wondered while he was waiting what exactly was wrong with Noah... probably some incurable STD... damn whore.
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Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2007 7:11 am
No, he told himself for the fiftieth time in ten seconds, making that call hadn't been a very good idea. The priest growled irritably and slid Noah's phone back into the pocket of his too-tight pants. It was done and he couldn't take it back now. He had a few hours before Charlie showed up, if he even came at all, and Lazarus wanted to enjoy the last bit of peace he would have for a while.
He checked the other pockets and discovered a wad of cash in one of them - small bills, about 50 Aegir Credits in all. He pointedly avoided thinking about where the money came from and who gave it to Noah. It was undoubtedly filthy money spent on filthy things and now it was buying Lazarus some coffee, god damnit. He stomped up to the counter and shoved a few bills at the cashier after ordering some random fancily named brew from the list. He barely tasted it and it went cold far too quickly, but it gave him something to focus on that didn't involve princes and their beastly relatives, though after dumping several teaspoons of cream into the liquid its color reminded him a bit of Noah's skin and he idly thought that it was a good thing Noah didn't smell like he'd been attacked by vanilla and whipped cream and half-and-half or he'd never be able to drink coffee again without the prince drifting into his mind.
Five hours, seven more cups of coffee, a massive caffeine high and subsequent energy crash later, Lazarus came to several conclusions. One, he had no feeling left in his legs from sitting for so long. Two, airport coffee tasted horrible but it did the trick and that's what mattered, right? Three, he wanted to go home to his big comfortable bed. Fourth and last, he didn't think Charlie was going to come any time soon. He had no idea how far away America was by air, but he didn't want to wait around all day for someone who might not be arriving at all.
He disposed of his small collection of styrofoam coffee cups on his way out of the airport. An arrangement was made with the staff in case Charlie DID show up and ask for him. Lazarus would have one of Noah's cars sent down with a chauffeur. Charlie and anyone he brought with him would be escorted to the castle promptly upon asking for the priest, and Lazarus would be informed that they were on the way. It would give him some time to make himself presentable, make sure Noah was fit to be seen, and, if need be, find a weapon and take a few practice swings with it.
The taxi ride back to the castle was short and uneventful. Lazarus remembered to pay the driver AND tip him, since it wasn't his own money after all, and Noah had plenty of it to spare.
He was prepared for the phantom to be right at the entrance when he got back, as he had planned, but saw no sign of it when he entered the building. He could very faintly feel it urging him deeper into the castle, like it wanted him to go where it was instead of being a good little lust-puppet and coming to him, and he didn't feel like arguing with an embodiment of his own emotions, so he grudgingly complied. What he saw when he reached Noah's room was...not quite what he expected.
The phantom had taken Noah's request to heart and not left his side once since the prince passed out. It was curled around him possessively, legs tangled with Noah's and an arm draped over his side, pulling the smaller body against its shadowy frame. The sight made one of Laz's brows shoot up. Seeing that Noah was asleep, he was courteous enough to speak with the apparition mentally. It wasn't a skill he normally had, but when talking to yourself...well, there was already a connection established since they were one in the same and he just had to tap into it.
What are you doing? You were just supposed to let him ******** you and get the hell out of here. Explanation please?
He asked me to stay.
Oh. Well, that makes ALL the difference, doesn't it? He asks me to stay all the time and I'm never there when he wakes up.
You should be.
He blinked, taken aback. I...don't see why.
He says he loves you and look what you've done to him. Most of the time you won't even give him the time of day. You're horrible to him. When you come here and we rejoin you'll understand. You need to hear how he said it.
And what makes you think I'm coming over there?
You owe it to him after what you just did. Give him some happiness to remember before his brother arrives. a**.
Oh...right.
His shoulders slumped for a moment and he stared at Noah. In his sleep he looked exhausted and unusually innocent for someone who had just engaged in several hours of nonstop sex. "...Fine," the priest muttered, and with that he snapped his fingers. He vanished from where he had been standing and suddenly the person holding onto Noah was much more solid and multi-colored. It took a few seconds for all of the physical sensations and memories accumulated over the past few hours to hit, and when they did it felt like a bludgeon to the stomach might feel if that bludgeon were made of five hours' worth of sex. It was an interesting feeling...so interesting, in fact, that he barely noticed how heavily he was panting and that he was having a hard time catching his breath. The ringing of the cellphone in his pocket also escaped his attention...a pity, since it was the chauffeur's warning call.
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