[closed, in progress]
WHO: Axel (axelled), and Tieria (vedacontabile), with cameos by Kristoph (myscarsmiles, Mazikeen (daughterinexile) and Dean (canecieco).
WHAT: TIERIA IS DRUGGED. Failing ensues.
WHERE: Back street of club, eventually Reborn's mansion.
WHEN: Following this.
Axel wanted to cry. He wanted to kick and scream and pout and die of his own accord, not by someone (namely, Reborn) when that someone found out what had happened to Tieria. Making a frustrated noise in the back of his throat, Axel pulled Tieria against him, frown still on his face. Though he would never admit it, Axel was worried. Tieria was flushed and sweaty, and he felt like he was on fire, even through their suits.
Awkwardly shoving his gun into his pocket for a moment, Axel lifted his hand and felt Tieria's cheeks, followed by his forehead and neck. It felt like Axel had been burned, and Axel swore under his breath, fumbling with Tieria's jacket. He yanked it off and threw it over his shoulder, then took off Tieria's tie and looped it around his own neck as well. After unbuttoning a bit of Tieria's shirt, shoving his sleeves up and fanning the other with his shirt for a few moments, Axel leaned Tieria against himself again, digging out his phone.
After dialing a driver and demanding they come to the back street, Axel closed his eyes, resting his chin on Tieria's shoulder. He felt like calling Lockon, but it was time for Axel to stop relying on him so much. Letting out a sharp breath, Axel heard the door open and shut behind him and whipped his gun out again, cocking and aiming it while he moved to shield Tieria.
Upon seeing who, exactly, had come out of the building, Axel felt panic run through him and he let his arm fall, letting out a string of swearing in his head. Maybe he should have called Lockon.
WHAT: TIERIA IS DRUGGED. Failing ensues.
WHERE: Back street of club, eventually Reborn's mansion.
WHEN: Following this.
Axel wanted to cry. He wanted to kick and scream and pout and die of his own accord, not by someone (namely, Reborn) when that someone found out what had happened to Tieria. Making a frustrated noise in the back of his throat, Axel pulled Tieria against him, frown still on his face. Though he would never admit it, Axel was worried. Tieria was flushed and sweaty, and he felt like he was on fire, even through their suits.
Awkwardly shoving his gun into his pocket for a moment, Axel lifted his hand and felt Tieria's cheeks, followed by his forehead and neck. It felt like Axel had been burned, and Axel swore under his breath, fumbling with Tieria's jacket. He yanked it off and threw it over his shoulder, then took off Tieria's tie and looped it around his own neck as well. After unbuttoning a bit of Tieria's shirt, shoving his sleeves up and fanning the other with his shirt for a few moments, Axel leaned Tieria against himself again, digging out his phone.
After dialing a driver and demanding they come to the back street, Axel closed his eyes, resting his chin on Tieria's shoulder. He felt like calling Lockon, but it was time for Axel to stop relying on him so much. Letting out a sharp breath, Axel heard the door open and shut behind him and whipped his gun out again, cocking and aiming it while he moved to shield Tieria.
Upon seeing who, exactly, had come out of the building, Axel felt panic run through him and he let his arm fall, letting out a string of swearing in his head. Maybe he should have called Lockon.