Day Eleven - Loss Count
Who: SiN
Where: Castle, probably their room
When: mid-late-morning
Rating: Going to go R, just in case
Status: Closed, completed
Summary: Nenael returns to his room after a meeting with Acevona who is - shocker - not pleased with how things went. The angel and Sylar briefly (and somewhat flippantly) discuss possible future strategies regarding attacks and plots against DauphinMare.
Nenael eventually moves to his bed, where Sylar is playing with an apple, and steals Sylar's apple. Their proximity to one another leads to - shocker - undressing, fondling, touching, kissing, and coming. They cuddle a bit afterward, and Nenael asks Sylar when he's going to fuck him, to which Sylar replies when he can get that far without distraction.
The angel promises to work on that before he settles in for a nap.
Nenael left the throne room slowly, exhaling softly as he shuffled barefoot down the hall to his room.
Ace was less than pleased, but he wasn't surprised. They'd lost two, and one was bound by silence. Oh, sure, she could still fight for them, but she couldn't tell them a damn thing about what had gone on over there. He wondered if Ace would want him to go question Tory. It hadn't come up, but he thought it would have to, eventually.
They'd have to find out if he'd killed anyone, after all. If their 'score' was even remotely even.
Nenael doubted it.
His wings were draped over his shoulders as he entered his room, looking around to see if Sylar was here, or if he'd taken off for other parts of the castle.
Where: Castle, probably their room
When: mid-late-morning
Rating: Going to go R, just in case
Status: Closed, completed
Summary: Nenael returns to his room after a meeting with Acevona who is - shocker - not pleased with how things went. The angel and Sylar briefly (and somewhat flippantly) discuss possible future strategies regarding attacks and plots against DauphinMare.
Nenael eventually moves to his bed, where Sylar is playing with an apple, and steals Sylar's apple. Their proximity to one another leads to - shocker - undressing, fondling, touching, kissing, and coming. They cuddle a bit afterward, and Nenael asks Sylar when he's going to fuck him, to which Sylar replies when he can get that far without distraction.
The angel promises to work on that before he settles in for a nap.
Nenael left the throne room slowly, exhaling softly as he shuffled barefoot down the hall to his room.
Ace was less than pleased, but he wasn't surprised. They'd lost two, and one was bound by silence. Oh, sure, she could still fight for them, but she couldn't tell them a damn thing about what had gone on over there. He wondered if Ace would want him to go question Tory. It hadn't come up, but he thought it would have to, eventually.
They'd have to find out if he'd killed anyone, after all. If their 'score' was even remotely even.
Nenael doubted it.
His wings were draped over his shoulders as he entered his room, looking around to see if Sylar was here, or if he'd taken off for other parts of the castle.