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Post by FAWCETT on Jan 25, 2016 0:21:23 GMT -5
[attr="class","top"][attr="class","one"] [attr="class","tbody"]The Leap of Faith, a high point in peoples life. He sighed standing upon the edge as he overlooked the area, and with a sad sigh. He closed his eyes and walked off, his body falling in the air, weightless, his dress flowing from the air and his hair flying everywhere. He opened his eyes right before he hit the ground as a wave of energy rippled throughout the area as he hovered above it. What was he doing anymore? He couldn't tell, there wasn't much to do around here. He longed...Yearned for something, but what was it?
He found himself standing at the peak again overlooking the area. "Where is he now?" he spoke silently to himself before closing his eyes thinking, "Roman," he whispered to himself quietly, he hadn't talked to him in a while, and frankly, he missed that big brute. "Where are you?" he said before feeling a presence from behind him.
He knew it, he knew who it was instant, his powerful aura, bloodlust, war, he knew exactly who it was and he felt his knees get weak. "R-roman." he wasn't sure if he was worthy to say his name anymore. His back still turned, his heart was pounding too much to see his face.
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Post by ROMAN on Jan 25, 2016 16:30:17 GMT -5
when you lie i cover it up when you hide i cover it up when you cry i cover it up
| hit me where it hurts It didn't take long to find him. There was a connection, an empathetic bond that always linked them. Roman could've found him any time he wanted. He chose not to, for two reasons. The first being, he had his own business to handle, things that required him to be alone. The other is because he wanted to give Fawcett the illusion of freedom, the idea that maybe he was free of Roman.
It was so satisfying to crush that illusion.
"Look at you. Still can't stand straight around me. Cute." Roman appeared behind the dimunitive god. A cigarette hangs limply from his mouth, the embers still burning. He takes a long drag. The only sound among the silence is the crash of waves and the faint crackle and sizzle of burning tobacco.
"Good to see you're still breathin'. Thought you'd go off and end up dead without me." He moves behind Fawcett and brings a hand to the nape of his neck, tracing small circles with calloused fingers. They both knew there was no way Roman would let anything happen to Fawcett. Roman had broken so many jaws, snapped so many fingers, shattered so many ribs, all in the name of this god's safety.
If anyone was ever going to hurt Fawcett, it would be him.
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Post by FAWCETT on Jan 25, 2016 19:40:33 GMT -5
[attr="class","top"][attr="class","one"] [attr="class","tbody"]Fawn kept still as his felt his body tingle with a sensation only Roman gave him. He hadn't felt his touch for so long it rattled through is spine and his skin stood still as he felt the man's rough hands trace his neck as he listened to his words that broke the everlasting silence that filled the air, along with the sound of the burning tobacco, he felt his body tense up. "I w-wouldn't dare die, R-Roman." he spoke stuttering as he started to relax his body.
He hadn't felt this touch in a long time, he calmed down grabbing Roman's hand as he turned around to stare up at the taller man. "I missed you," he spoke placing Roman's hand on his face, he was so soft and delicate. His milky textured hand rubbing against the rough hairy man's hand. He wanted to feel his touch everywhere, his wanted to feel Roman's hand wrapping around him, he missed that feeling. Their linked bond was something that even he didn't know how it happened.
"I've been so lonely...."
The only words he spoke of his true feelings to the man as he closed his eyes, a flustering burning on his face. It gave him a chance to intake Roman's manly smell, he smelt of bloodlust, murder, vice, cigarettes and alcohol. The things he loved to smell on him as he took in a long drag on his scent.
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Post by ROMAN on Jan 26, 2016 0:27:01 GMT -5
when you lie i cover it up when you hide i cover it up when you cry i cover it up
| hit me where it hurts He nods at Fawcett's statement. It makes him hum with pleasure, the thought that even now, Fawcett remembered what they were. A part of him, a part he wanted to bury six feet under, feared that they boy moved on without him, found someone else to fill the void that Roman left. "Lonely, huh? Couldn't find anyone to fill the void?" Roman teases him, a crooked smile on his face, exposing a mouth with too many teeth that were too sharp, a predator's maw.
The hand that lingered on the nap of the boy's neck moves away and he loops an arm around Fawcett's upper body. With only the smallest of tugs, he pulls the god of magic in close,, their bodies flush together. He'd forgotten what it was like; he flashes back to their times in prison. Back then, Roman didn't make allies or friends, he didn't need anyone. He was the god of war, the patron god of warriors. He invented murder, descended upon Cain and taught him how to gut Abel. What need did he have for allies?
But, he needed Fawcett.
"Of course you couldn't fill it. We both know why, don't we?" Roman chuckles darkly under his breath. His tone is knowing and mocking, as if there was some invisible joke only he was somehow privy to. He knew Fawcett didn't move on because nothing after Roman compared. No other man measured up. Roman would forever be that impossibly high bar that other men would always attempt to clear and fall short. Of course, Roman had to be sure to never let Fawcett realize that he himself felt the same way. To lose Fawcett was losing the only thing importamt enough for him, the only thing that would prompt him to slicing anything with a post
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Post by FAWCETT on Jan 26, 2016 2:29:11 GMT -5
[attr="class","top"][attr="class","one"] [attr="class","tbody"]Fawn felt the comfort of the man as he wrapped himself in the embrace of the man. He didn't want to let go, he missed Roman so much. "I could never find anybody to replace you," he spoke softly to the man in a loving tone. "You're all I need and more," he said, his eyes closed as he buried himself into the man. Nothing made him happier than he was in this moment. "I love you, Roman," he spoke.
He couldn't help but chuckle at the sentence Roman gave. He traced his hands on the man's chest taking the cigarette out of the man's mouth as he placed it in his taking a puff before holding it in his hand as he kissed Roman, he rough lips against his soft ones. He handsome face in front of him, his tall body compared to his. He missed him a lot.
"Let's go somewhere Roman, like we used to do."
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Post by ROMAN on Jan 30, 2016 23:55:45 GMT -5
when you lie i cover it up when you hide i cover it up when you cry i cover it up
| hit me where it hurts He doesn't respond back for a moment. He's tempted to simply grunt in agreement, to continue his poor habit of never fully expressing his feelings towards Fawcett. This time is different. Back then, in prison, they were inseperable, always at each other's side. There wasn't a moment he wasn't near Fawcett. But, it had been a long time since he's seen Fawcett and felt his touch.
"I love you, too." The words came out harsh and barely audible, as if they had atrophied. As he says it, he watches Fawcett pull the cigarette from his lips. He makes a small pout that eventually turns into a bemused grin as Fawcett takes a short drag of tobacco, smoke coiling from his own lips.
Roman said time and time again that Fawcett always looked sexy when he smoked, something about his languid movements and plush lips that made the whole act aesthetically pleasing to Roman. He makes a small gasp when they kiss. He can taste the tobacco fresh on Fawcett's lips and it sends a pleasing chill through his spine.
When he pulls away, Roman practically whines in displeasure. "Go? Go where, pray tell?" He raises an eyebrow in curiosity.
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