something somewhere out there keeps calling
SEEKING RAKUEN
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It was not long after the demon called the other of his kind out that he exhaled a sigh of relief that was no doubtedly audible to Iason himself. Darcia, to speak truthfully, had not been sure of his judgment... and now that he was given the satisfaction of being right, he found himself a little less bothered by all those things that had crossed his mind earlier. A little. He could still feel the uncomfortable clenching of his stomach. What the hell was this. Was it the moon on high above, far from the earth's atmosphere and seperated by miles and miles of empty space? I wonder. Darcia's duo toned portals watched as his white partner moved, turning to face him. For some reason, it bothered the male that his Beta did not move closer to him. And his mismatched pools narrowed in suspicion. Something was up. Tell me, is it wrong for my heart to desire time with you where I am not your slave? The words surprised the newly appointed regal to say the least. Are you stupid? After all the Hell we've been through, it is not unusual for such feelings.
Now, who was Darcia speaking to. Himself or Iason? Who could tell... the boy's baby blues turned to the black hessain once more and the massive brute stiffened at his gaze, unnaturally hot just from the thought of being looked at by him. If only for the night, treat me as your friend, Darcia, and not your subordinate. Was he going... to-to cry?! Darcia flattened his listeners and instinctively and instantly moved towards the brujo his own age, clashing their opposite colored pelts together. How had he managed to utter such painful words? Darcia allowed his own warmth to transfer over to the ice dragon before he cautiously moved his gaze over to look at the feral that had accompanied him on his trip from their godforsaken packland. He had no desire to think about the sudden closeness of the two but it popped up in his head anyway, despite all his efforts to push it back. But the words that would make Darcia stop breathing were to be uttered not moments after the other ones that had sent the falcon flying to his collaborative soldier. The frostbitten atmosphere tugged at his skin, pulling goosebumps from the smooth surface at the same time that new lyrics were released from Iason's ebon-lined mug. Don't deny me anymore. Silence. That's what followed. Pure, sheer, ineffable silence.
What was that feeling against his chest, so strong and true? Darcia couldn't hold back anymore. His talons raked the softened tundra underneath him just as winter's first snow began to gently fall from the heavens. From his enhanced vision due to anxiety, it looked as if the stars themselves were arriving on earth, falling from their glorified columns in the night sky. Iason's voice had been soft. Something that the male almost didn't even know the definition of. In fact, Darcia wasn't sure if he even knew it anyway. If the words had just been so desired that they came out shivering. A sigh escaped the brujo's knife-lined jowls and he turned his head so that he was right in front of his brothers. Then tonight I will be no King. I will be none of status. I will not make you feel the part of a prisoner. Nor will be a friend to you.
If this caused the male to look over at him, Darcia would close his own windows and hide the colors behind shades that were too dark to see any light through. He would pause for a mere moment and then continue on. I have long since known that you linger too long on me, Iason. So, for tonight-- and one night only-- I will allow you to do as you wish. Whatever it is that you need, that you want, that you desire the most, I will give it to you. Anything at all. He was dead serious, and perhaps that's what scared him the most. He didn't know what to expect as a reaction from the male beside him. He didn't know what kind of response he would give to his proposition. He didn't know, and that feeling of uncertainty pulled at his guts and innerds more than any sickness ever had in his lifetime. What would Iason say?
darcia
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