[RL with Zechs]
Tyki: * starts swearing*
Zechs: *peering over his shoulder, trying to figure out why he just flailed in front of his computer*
Tyki: *There was definitely flailing*
Zechs: ... What's wrong?
Tyki: ...Cyril...damnit...argh
Zechs: *concerned* You wouldn't mind if I read, would you?
Tyki: ...no *moves aside*
Zechs: *reads this part of the thread* ... Do you think he'll react ... poorly? *sounds uncertain*
Zechs: *begins to read parent topic* ...
Tyki: He'll probably try to put me in dresses once I'm a man again, or something!
Tyki: He's a pervert
Tyki: And considering that he's my blood relative, he tries to kiss me often enough
Tyki: *rantrant*
Tyki: *oblivious to Zechs reading the rest*
Zechs: *distracted, sounding slightly irritated* It should be easy for you to evade him if you must.
Zechs: *reading the rest of the comments*
Tyki: He's my brother. I can't evade him. >.<
Zechs: Just become incorporeal. ... It seems you only would allow attention if you wished it.
Tyki: That's not the point
Zechs: *is definately making an effort not to seem cross*
Tyki: ...what's wrong?
Zechs: ... Nothing, evidently.
Zechs: *halfway through Dante thread*
Tyki: *frowning at Zechs* No, really, what's wrong?
Zechs: *pushes himself away from the computer* ... It is not any of my own business, what your choices are. *stands, walks to the other side of his suite*
Tyki: *blinks at the screen, then back at Zechs* You're jealous *nonplussed*
Zechs: *irritably, despite himself* No, I'm not. *unscrews a bottle of whiskey*
Tyki: ...
Tyki: *goes to Zechs* You're upset
Zechs: *pouring* *emphatic* No, I'm not. You can do as you'd like. *seems quite tense*
Tyki: I know I can do what I like, but you're still upset. *tense, not sure what to do* *soft* You're...the only one who's important
Zechs: *blinking* *cynicsm: disbelief* *emotional: wounded* *lying* ... Regardless, I am not angry. *truth* I had promised there would be no expectations of you. *turns away, drinks whiskey quickly. seems very conflicted*
Tyki: *frustrated, upset* *grabs the whiskey from his hand* Stop this! It does no good to pretend and lie to me. You'll only come to hate me and I can't stand that.
Zechs: *also frustrated, upset* What would you have me do? Tell an aspect of pleasure not to proposition the entire damned community?
Zechs: *immediately feels guilty, expression shutters closed* *makes to grab the glass back*
Tyki: *offended* I wasn't really propositioning everyone. I have standards you know
Tyki: *pulls the glass away and finishes it himself, out of spite*
Zechs: *not thinking clearly* *grabs a second glass, pours it* And what are those standards? Do they merely need to be attractive? Or - *purposefully doesn't finish his sentence, wincing. He really doesn't want to hurt Tyki, but he is.*
Tyki: Or what *flatly*
Zechs: *doesn't look at him* *soft, angry* ... Do they need merely to be vulnerable, and let you in? *downs glass in one drink* *isn't thinking about his reduced body weight*
Tyki: *grabs the bottle and pours another, definitely forgetting he's tiny now* Maybe. Maybe I'll fuck anything that looks at me the right way and isn't too ugly. *shouldn't be angry, is mostly just scared*
Zechs: *angry again* Don't give me this self-pitying bullshit. I understand what you are. I don't mind if you fuck anyone who's interesting and attractive and confident. *pours another as well, but doesn't drink it yet*
Tyki: You're lying again. *drinks his, why is he a little dizzy?* You mind a great deal
Zechs: *drinks his more slowly* *is starting to realize he'll become drunk somewhat quickly, but doesn't care* I shouldn't mind. It's not important what I think. I won't put any restrictions on you. *still sounds conflicted*
Tyki: *drains it and slammed the glass down* Of course it's important what you think!
Zechs: *frustrated, afraid, angry* Not if it means changing what you are! *knocks back rest of the glass*
Tyki: You can't change what I am!
Zechs: *emphatic* That's my point. Just ... just ... *shudders*
Tyki: That doesn't mean I don't care what matters to you! I... I...don't know what to do...
Tyki: *feels like crying* *stupid woman hormones wtf*
Zechs: *also feels like crying, but is a stubborn bastard* *hand over his face* Just ignore this. ... I shouldn't care so fucking much. I'm sorry. *still sounds angry*
Tyki: *wavers uncertainly* *miserable* But you do care, and I...I care that you care...
Zechs: *hurt, inhibitions impaired* Oh, really. *winces* *immediately apologizes* Sorry. I ... I know. Just ... *tenses, looks like he's about to throw the glass across the room, and pours himself a third drink instead*
Tyki: *really dizzy* *stumbles over to Zechs and throws arms around him probably spilling drink* Please don't hate me...
Zechs: *surprised, holds Tyki up easily* *sets the now half-empty glass down* *roughly* I ... I can't hate you. *looks miserable*
Tyki: I won't go
Zechs: *clings* *wishes he could believe that*
Tyki: You're the only one that matters to me
Tyki: I just...wanted to try it. *clings*
Zechs: *shakily, broken* ... You can if you want. I won't stop you.
Tyki: *sulky* No. I don't want to, anyway. Turns out he's dating Trish, and I like her. We got into a bar fight together.
Zechs: *tries not to be relieved* *remembers he's probably sleeping with other members of the comm* *gruffly* ... I'm not surprised.
Tyki: *burrows* Not surprised about what?
Zechs: *still feeling conflicted, not thinking clearly* *distracted* That you got into a bar fight. *pause, then before his brain can stop his mouth* What are we doing, then?
Tyki: Huh? What do you mean?
Zechs: *awkward* If we're not ... dating.
Tyki: ...maybe we are dating? I never gave it a name...
Zechs: *broods, holds Tyki tightly*
Tyki: *unhappy* What are you thinking about?
Zechs: *mutters* Nothing.
Tyki: *firmly* Tell me
Zechs: *lubricated well by alcohol, is more obedient* *terse* ... I don't like it that you sleep with other people. *even more quietly* Especially because you do discriminate. You must consider them friends.
Tyki: *quiet* You know, I haven't slept with anyone but you since that day in the Alps.
Zechs: *stunned* *looks at Tyki's face, drawing away only slightly to do so* *fingers tense*
Tyki: *awkward, not like he hasn't tried*
Tyki: *uncertain* Well, it's true...
Zechs: ... It's not by your choice, then? *can't hide the hurt look, but feels guilty about feeling hurt*
Tyki: *shrugs a little* I...can't say I haven't been interested. But it hasn't been very important. I'm sure I could have, if I really wanted to. *doesn't know if this is helping or making it worse*
Zechs: *tenses, shuts his eyes* *feels conflicted still* ... And you should be able to, if you wanted to. *uncertain* ... I am not ... holding you back? *guilty*
Tyki: *softly* Not holding me back. I just...*frowns* they're not as interesting as you. I kissed Hakuba, and I wished they were your lips. I was relieved when he decided he didn't want me after all.
Zechs: *warms* *cynically, doesn't want to feel relieved by this* *face is still tense* *distracted* He seems to be an intelligent boy. A detective would seem ... fascinating. *that's what he said that morning, wasn't it? in the comment?*
Tyki: It's not so much that he was a detective, but that he is one, and doesn't care what I am. It was interesting, that he has that darkness inside him. *loyally* But you are my Zechs, and he's nothing to me compared to you. Just a passing fancy.
Zechs: *arms tighten* *still sounding gruff, even considering he's female* ... I'm a selfish bastard. I don't want to share you.
Tyki: *sighs softly and tightens his arms*
Zechs: *thinking: god damn it, alcohol and hormones make you emotional* I'm sorry.
Tyki: I'm sorry, too. *sniffles* I don't want to hurt you
Zechs: *cuddles, trying to soothe, even though he is very angry* I shouldn't be hurt.
Tyki: There's no should, if you are, you are
Zechs: *tenses, clings* ...
Tyki: *miserable* I...I just don't know what to do. I don't know if I can promise not to look, not to experiment sometimes. But at the same time, I don't even know if I want anyone else but you.
Zechs: *tearing now, shudders* Tyki. You ... you don't have to do that for me. I'm not going to make you do anything you won't like.
Zechs: *is drunk, yes*
Tyki: *drunk too, and remembering Freyja* No matter what happens, you're the only one I...I love.
Tyki: *trembles*
Zechs: *is crying now, not quite believing* Tyki. ... you ... *clings*
Tyki: *sniffling, clings* I...I realized. I mean it. I wouldn't have said if I wasn't sure...
Zechs: *trembling* *shakily* God, I ... Tyki. Wait, please - *disentangles himself, scrambles for a cabinet drawer*
Tyki: *nervous for a second, tries to cling, then realizes and lets go* W-what? *wipes eyes, wtf, stupid girly stuff*
Zechs: *finds a small box, darts back over to Tyki, clings to again* *hands it to him/her* I ... I didn't believe I could ... but I had gotten ... I ... *still very shaky*
Tyki: *takes box, very confused* D-didn't believe you could what?
Zechs: *softly* *still crying* L-love anyone. Feel love for you.
Tyki: *starting to shake, opens box* Y-you...you love me? *staring at ring and stupidly remembering the one Rufus was wearing* *tears make it hard to see*
Zechs: *gruffly* Yes. *wipes Tyki's eyes with thumbs, gently*
Tyki: *takes ring out and tries it on* *frustrated, hands are too small, puts it on his thumb* It's perfect. *kisses Zechs so hard*
Zechs: *meets kiss, desperate* *breaks away, breathless* *still trembling* It is ... it has a locket. I can ... be with you, always. For as long as you wish. No matter where you are.
Tyki: *saw that, nods quickly* I'll wear it always, with one of your beautiful hairs inside
Zechs: *shaky* But ... it's not .... an obligation. *runs hands through Tyki's hair* I ... it's just to show ... how I feel for you.
Tyki: *softly, still sniffling* I-I know. *sheepish* I...bought something for you, too.
Zechs: *touched* *leans in to kiss Tyki's forehead* Oh?
Tyki: *has no pockets, reaches into his brassiere and pulls out a box, larger than the ring box* It's...not for quite the same reason. I mean, it is, but not only that reason. *feels silly and nervous* *offers the box*
Zechs: *raises brow* *wonders how he didn't notice it before, during .... things* *was quite possibly distracted* What other reason, then?
Zechs: *opens it* *eyes tear* God, Tyki ... it's ...
Tyki: *fierce* Rufus threatened you *a very tiny tease flies up out of the watch when it is opened and hovers*
Zechs: *overwhelmed, but in a good way* ... I will keep it with me. You have my word. You ... you honor me, Tyki.
Tyki: You honour me, Zechs. *takes Zechs' hands and holds tightly* The tease...it would be enough to stop a bullet. It knows to protect you, and not to hurt you. If you're in danger, open the watch and it will sacrifice itself if it must.
Zechs: *returns grip* *breathless* Thank you. I - I will wear it always. I would, even if it didn't protect me. You ... I ... *leans in, kisses him again passionately*
Tyki: *returns the kiss with equal passion* *clinging*
Zechs: *pulling back from the kiss* *protective* We will have to have ... words ... with Rufus
Tyki: *fierce* Yes. *takes a breath* He told me to stay away from Dark, which is rich coming from him. I told him that I had no intention of following his orders, and he said it was a threat, not an order. At which point I pointed out that he couldn't threaten me, and he said he wasn't threatening to hurt me.
Zechs: *incredulous, angry at Rufus* He shot at you. And then believes he may order you around And then ... *confused* Does he know of ... this?
Tyki: I don't think so, but I can't be sure. For all I know, he saw us in the forest.
Zechs: *considers, then nods* He may have the ability to break past any locks we have placed as well, though we have not discussed this much. *grips Tyki tightly* I so dearly wish to demonstrate how foolish it is to make an enemy out of us.
Tyki: He seems to think he has some power to intimidate and control me. *snorts, very unladylike* Well, he'll soon find out how foolish it is
Zechs: *cuddles* Indeed. Might I accompany you? *sounds predatory*
Tyki: *hesitates* I would like to have you there, and I certainly don't want to stop you. But I fear he will carry out his threat if you are there.
Zechs: *scoffs* He is only human, correct? I have faced fiercer opponents, I am certain.
Tyki: *a little uncertain, but trying not to give in to the idea that Zechs is just human, too* Then of course you may come, my dear
Zechs: *caresses him, reassuringly* I will be armed, and I will not be alone, remember that. It will not be my person who is threatened during that encounter.
Tyki: I will not allow you to be hurt *firmly, growling* That much is certain
Zechs: *just as firmly* And neither will I allow you to be harmed. This is why I feel I must speak with him. *is clearly angry at Rufus*
Tyki: *is no less pissed at Rufus* Thankfully, the chances that he could succeed in harming me are nil.
Zechs: *remembers Kanda catching Tyki by surprise* *says nothing, but clings tighter*
Tyki: *that was innocence, it's different* *hugs and fingers his ring happily*
Zechs: *is still worried* *is analyzing the situation further* ... What of this 'Dark'? I am not familiar with the individual.
Tyki: He's weird. He seems to be some kind of demon, I think. He sprouted wings and claws, and went berserk. He uses his feathers as some kind of attack. I don't think he can touch me, though.
Zechs: *is really beginning to be unsurprised by anyone in the community* He's not a threat to you, in that event. It was not due to his influence that Rufus attacked you, unprovoked?
Tyki: I don't think so. Later on, Dark said something ridiculous like that if Rufus sees people shooting, he'll shoot. But I don't know what that has to do with Dark going berserk and attacking myself, and then Rufus. Maybe they're both crazy *snorts*
Zechs: *also snorts, quite unladylike* It would not surprise me if they were. *caressing Tyki*
Tyki: *shifts closer in a rustle of skirts and nuzzles*
Zechs: *motions become more firm, unintentionally seductive* *nuzzles Tyki's hair*
Tyki: *happy pleasure noises* I...didn't think I could love, either. But I guess a love goddess knows, right? *softly*
Zechs: *feeling aroused* *distracted by both that and the alcohol* ... Who? *nose parts Tyki's hair, lips find his ear*
Tyki: *gasping, squirming* That...that Freyja person. You were talking to her, too.
Zechs: *light goes on in his head* Ah, the woman who can read emotions. *thinks: Freyja? She was supposed to be Freyja? Zechs knew stories of her well.* *swirls tongue in his ear* *breathes* ... She thought I was wrong to hide this.
Tyki: *moans* W-well I'm glad you t-told me...
Zechs: *bites* *licks* *moves behind the ear, down the sensitive neck* ... I didn't admit to myself such feelings at the time. But I felt guilty for hurting you, possibly, by my discreet motions.
Tyki: *squirms, gasping* H-hurting me by what?
Zechs: *closes his eyes, tries to distract himself from darker feelings by feasting on that neck, the crux of the shoulder* She implied it wasn't right to hide our relationship in front of others. I didn't like the idea it would offend or hurt you. *quietly, disbelieving* I think I have ... loved you for a while.
Tyki: *tilting his head back* I-it doesn't offend or hurt me at all to hide it. *swallowing* I...I think I've loved you for a while, too. But I couldn't...I didn't know if it was possible. I thought that couldn't be what it was.
Zechs: *more biting, more licking* *hands move up to carefully fondle Tyki's temporary assets* Neither did I. But - I do. I did. Even if I couldn't say or think that.
Zechs: *peering over his shoulder, trying to figure out why he just flailed in front of his computer*
Tyki: *There was definitely flailing*
Zechs: ... What's wrong?
Tyki: ...Cyril...damnit...argh
Zechs: *concerned* You wouldn't mind if I read, would you?
Tyki: ...no *moves aside*
Zechs: *reads this part of the thread* ... Do you think he'll react ... poorly? *sounds uncertain*
Zechs: *begins to read parent topic* ...
Tyki: He'll probably try to put me in dresses once I'm a man again, or something!
Tyki: He's a pervert
Tyki: And considering that he's my blood relative, he tries to kiss me often enough
Tyki: *rantrant*
Tyki: *oblivious to Zechs reading the rest*
Zechs: *distracted, sounding slightly irritated* It should be easy for you to evade him if you must.
Zechs: *reading the rest of the comments*
Tyki: He's my brother. I can't evade him. >.<
Zechs: Just become incorporeal. ... It seems you only would allow attention if you wished it.
Tyki: That's not the point
Zechs: *is definately making an effort not to seem cross*
Tyki: ...what's wrong?
Zechs: ... Nothing, evidently.
Zechs: *halfway through Dante thread*
Tyki: *frowning at Zechs* No, really, what's wrong?
Zechs: *pushes himself away from the computer* ... It is not any of my own business, what your choices are. *stands, walks to the other side of his suite*
Tyki: *blinks at the screen, then back at Zechs* You're jealous *nonplussed*
Zechs: *irritably, despite himself* No, I'm not. *unscrews a bottle of whiskey*
Tyki: ...
Tyki: *goes to Zechs* You're upset
Zechs: *pouring* *emphatic* No, I'm not. You can do as you'd like. *seems quite tense*
Tyki: I know I can do what I like, but you're still upset. *tense, not sure what to do* *soft* You're...the only one who's important
Zechs: *blinking* *cynicsm: disbelief* *emotional: wounded* *lying* ... Regardless, I am not angry. *truth* I had promised there would be no expectations of you. *turns away, drinks whiskey quickly. seems very conflicted*
Tyki: *frustrated, upset* *grabs the whiskey from his hand* Stop this! It does no good to pretend and lie to me. You'll only come to hate me and I can't stand that.
Zechs: *also frustrated, upset* What would you have me do? Tell an aspect of pleasure not to proposition the entire damned community?
Zechs: *immediately feels guilty, expression shutters closed* *makes to grab the glass back*
Tyki: *offended* I wasn't really propositioning everyone. I have standards you know
Tyki: *pulls the glass away and finishes it himself, out of spite*
Zechs: *not thinking clearly* *grabs a second glass, pours it* And what are those standards? Do they merely need to be attractive? Or - *purposefully doesn't finish his sentence, wincing. He really doesn't want to hurt Tyki, but he is.*
Tyki: Or what *flatly*
Zechs: *doesn't look at him* *soft, angry* ... Do they need merely to be vulnerable, and let you in? *downs glass in one drink* *isn't thinking about his reduced body weight*
Tyki: *grabs the bottle and pours another, definitely forgetting he's tiny now* Maybe. Maybe I'll fuck anything that looks at me the right way and isn't too ugly. *shouldn't be angry, is mostly just scared*
Zechs: *angry again* Don't give me this self-pitying bullshit. I understand what you are. I don't mind if you fuck anyone who's interesting and attractive and confident. *pours another as well, but doesn't drink it yet*
Tyki: You're lying again. *drinks his, why is he a little dizzy?* You mind a great deal
Zechs: *drinks his more slowly* *is starting to realize he'll become drunk somewhat quickly, but doesn't care* I shouldn't mind. It's not important what I think. I won't put any restrictions on you. *still sounds conflicted*
Tyki: *drains it and slammed the glass down* Of course it's important what you think!
Zechs: *frustrated, afraid, angry* Not if it means changing what you are! *knocks back rest of the glass*
Tyki: You can't change what I am!
Zechs: *emphatic* That's my point. Just ... just ... *shudders*
Tyki: That doesn't mean I don't care what matters to you! I... I...don't know what to do...
Tyki: *feels like crying* *stupid woman hormones wtf*
Zechs: *also feels like crying, but is a stubborn bastard* *hand over his face* Just ignore this. ... I shouldn't care so fucking much. I'm sorry. *still sounds angry*
Tyki: *wavers uncertainly* *miserable* But you do care, and I...I care that you care...
Zechs: *hurt, inhibitions impaired* Oh, really. *winces* *immediately apologizes* Sorry. I ... I know. Just ... *tenses, looks like he's about to throw the glass across the room, and pours himself a third drink instead*
Tyki: *really dizzy* *stumbles over to Zechs and throws arms around him probably spilling drink* Please don't hate me...
Zechs: *surprised, holds Tyki up easily* *sets the now half-empty glass down* *roughly* I ... I can't hate you. *looks miserable*
Tyki: I won't go
Zechs: *clings* *wishes he could believe that*
Tyki: You're the only one that matters to me
Tyki: I just...wanted to try it. *clings*
Zechs: *shakily, broken* ... You can if you want. I won't stop you.
Tyki: *sulky* No. I don't want to, anyway. Turns out he's dating Trish, and I like her. We got into a bar fight together.
Zechs: *tries not to be relieved* *remembers he's probably sleeping with other members of the comm* *gruffly* ... I'm not surprised.
Tyki: *burrows* Not surprised about what?
Zechs: *still feeling conflicted, not thinking clearly* *distracted* That you got into a bar fight. *pause, then before his brain can stop his mouth* What are we doing, then?
Tyki: Huh? What do you mean?
Zechs: *awkward* If we're not ... dating.
Tyki: ...maybe we are dating? I never gave it a name...
Zechs: *broods, holds Tyki tightly*
Tyki: *unhappy* What are you thinking about?
Zechs: *mutters* Nothing.
Tyki: *firmly* Tell me
Zechs: *lubricated well by alcohol, is more obedient* *terse* ... I don't like it that you sleep with other people. *even more quietly* Especially because you do discriminate. You must consider them friends.
Tyki: *quiet* You know, I haven't slept with anyone but you since that day in the Alps.
Zechs: *stunned* *looks at Tyki's face, drawing away only slightly to do so* *fingers tense*
Tyki: *awkward, not like he hasn't tried*
Tyki: *uncertain* Well, it's true...
Zechs: ... It's not by your choice, then? *can't hide the hurt look, but feels guilty about feeling hurt*
Tyki: *shrugs a little* I...can't say I haven't been interested. But it hasn't been very important. I'm sure I could have, if I really wanted to. *doesn't know if this is helping or making it worse*
Zechs: *tenses, shuts his eyes* *feels conflicted still* ... And you should be able to, if you wanted to. *uncertain* ... I am not ... holding you back? *guilty*
Tyki: *softly* Not holding me back. I just...*frowns* they're not as interesting as you. I kissed Hakuba, and I wished they were your lips. I was relieved when he decided he didn't want me after all.
Zechs: *warms* *cynically, doesn't want to feel relieved by this* *face is still tense* *distracted* He seems to be an intelligent boy. A detective would seem ... fascinating. *that's what he said that morning, wasn't it? in the comment?*
Tyki: It's not so much that he was a detective, but that he is one, and doesn't care what I am. It was interesting, that he has that darkness inside him. *loyally* But you are my Zechs, and he's nothing to me compared to you. Just a passing fancy.
Zechs: *arms tighten* *still sounding gruff, even considering he's female* ... I'm a selfish bastard. I don't want to share you.
Tyki: *sighs softly and tightens his arms*
Zechs: *thinking: god damn it, alcohol and hormones make you emotional* I'm sorry.
Tyki: I'm sorry, too. *sniffles* I don't want to hurt you
Zechs: *cuddles, trying to soothe, even though he is very angry* I shouldn't be hurt.
Tyki: There's no should, if you are, you are
Zechs: *tenses, clings* ...
Tyki: *miserable* I...I just don't know what to do. I don't know if I can promise not to look, not to experiment sometimes. But at the same time, I don't even know if I want anyone else but you.
Zechs: *tearing now, shudders* Tyki. You ... you don't have to do that for me. I'm not going to make you do anything you won't like.
Zechs: *is drunk, yes*
Tyki: *drunk too, and remembering Freyja* No matter what happens, you're the only one I...I love.
Tyki: *trembles*
Zechs: *is crying now, not quite believing* Tyki. ... you ... *clings*
Tyki: *sniffling, clings* I...I realized. I mean it. I wouldn't have said if I wasn't sure...
Zechs: *trembling* *shakily* God, I ... Tyki. Wait, please - *disentangles himself, scrambles for a cabinet drawer*
Tyki: *nervous for a second, tries to cling, then realizes and lets go* W-what? *wipes eyes, wtf, stupid girly stuff*
Zechs: *finds a small box, darts back over to Tyki, clings to again* *hands it to him/her* I ... I didn't believe I could ... but I had gotten ... I ... *still very shaky*
Tyki: *takes box, very confused* D-didn't believe you could what?
Zechs: *softly* *still crying* L-love anyone. Feel love for you.
Tyki: *starting to shake, opens box* Y-you...you love me? *staring at ring and stupidly remembering the one Rufus was wearing* *tears make it hard to see*
Zechs: *gruffly* Yes. *wipes Tyki's eyes with thumbs, gently*
Tyki: *takes ring out and tries it on* *frustrated, hands are too small, puts it on his thumb* It's perfect. *kisses Zechs so hard*
Zechs: *meets kiss, desperate* *breaks away, breathless* *still trembling* It is ... it has a locket. I can ... be with you, always. For as long as you wish. No matter where you are.
Tyki: *saw that, nods quickly* I'll wear it always, with one of your beautiful hairs inside
Zechs: *shaky* But ... it's not .... an obligation. *runs hands through Tyki's hair* I ... it's just to show ... how I feel for you.
Tyki: *softly, still sniffling* I-I know. *sheepish* I...bought something for you, too.
Zechs: *touched* *leans in to kiss Tyki's forehead* Oh?
Tyki: *has no pockets, reaches into his brassiere and pulls out a box, larger than the ring box* It's...not for quite the same reason. I mean, it is, but not only that reason. *feels silly and nervous* *offers the box*
Zechs: *raises brow* *wonders how he didn't notice it before, during .... things* *was quite possibly distracted* What other reason, then?
Zechs: *opens it* *eyes tear* God, Tyki ... it's ...
Tyki: *fierce* Rufus threatened you *a very tiny tease flies up out of the watch when it is opened and hovers*
Zechs: *overwhelmed, but in a good way* ... I will keep it with me. You have my word. You ... you honor me, Tyki.
Tyki: You honour me, Zechs. *takes Zechs' hands and holds tightly* The tease...it would be enough to stop a bullet. It knows to protect you, and not to hurt you. If you're in danger, open the watch and it will sacrifice itself if it must.
Zechs: *returns grip* *breathless* Thank you. I - I will wear it always. I would, even if it didn't protect me. You ... I ... *leans in, kisses him again passionately*
Tyki: *returns the kiss with equal passion* *clinging*
Zechs: *pulling back from the kiss* *protective* We will have to have ... words ... with Rufus
Tyki: *fierce* Yes. *takes a breath* He told me to stay away from Dark, which is rich coming from him. I told him that I had no intention of following his orders, and he said it was a threat, not an order. At which point I pointed out that he couldn't threaten me, and he said he wasn't threatening to hurt me.
Zechs: *incredulous, angry at Rufus* He shot at you. And then believes he may order you around And then ... *confused* Does he know of ... this?
Tyki: I don't think so, but I can't be sure. For all I know, he saw us in the forest.
Zechs: *considers, then nods* He may have the ability to break past any locks we have placed as well, though we have not discussed this much. *grips Tyki tightly* I so dearly wish to demonstrate how foolish it is to make an enemy out of us.
Tyki: He seems to think he has some power to intimidate and control me. *snorts, very unladylike* Well, he'll soon find out how foolish it is
Zechs: *cuddles* Indeed. Might I accompany you? *sounds predatory*
Tyki: *hesitates* I would like to have you there, and I certainly don't want to stop you. But I fear he will carry out his threat if you are there.
Zechs: *scoffs* He is only human, correct? I have faced fiercer opponents, I am certain.
Tyki: *a little uncertain, but trying not to give in to the idea that Zechs is just human, too* Then of course you may come, my dear
Zechs: *caresses him, reassuringly* I will be armed, and I will not be alone, remember that. It will not be my person who is threatened during that encounter.
Tyki: I will not allow you to be hurt *firmly, growling* That much is certain
Zechs: *just as firmly* And neither will I allow you to be harmed. This is why I feel I must speak with him. *is clearly angry at Rufus*
Tyki: *is no less pissed at Rufus* Thankfully, the chances that he could succeed in harming me are nil.
Zechs: *remembers Kanda catching Tyki by surprise* *says nothing, but clings tighter*
Tyki: *that was innocence, it's different* *hugs and fingers his ring happily*
Zechs: *is still worried* *is analyzing the situation further* ... What of this 'Dark'? I am not familiar with the individual.
Tyki: He's weird. He seems to be some kind of demon, I think. He sprouted wings and claws, and went berserk. He uses his feathers as some kind of attack. I don't think he can touch me, though.
Zechs: *is really beginning to be unsurprised by anyone in the community* He's not a threat to you, in that event. It was not due to his influence that Rufus attacked you, unprovoked?
Tyki: I don't think so. Later on, Dark said something ridiculous like that if Rufus sees people shooting, he'll shoot. But I don't know what that has to do with Dark going berserk and attacking myself, and then Rufus. Maybe they're both crazy *snorts*
Zechs: *also snorts, quite unladylike* It would not surprise me if they were. *caressing Tyki*
Tyki: *shifts closer in a rustle of skirts and nuzzles*
Zechs: *motions become more firm, unintentionally seductive* *nuzzles Tyki's hair*
Tyki: *happy pleasure noises* I...didn't think I could love, either. But I guess a love goddess knows, right? *softly*
Zechs: *feeling aroused* *distracted by both that and the alcohol* ... Who? *nose parts Tyki's hair, lips find his ear*
Tyki: *gasping, squirming* That...that Freyja person. You were talking to her, too.
Zechs: *light goes on in his head* Ah, the woman who can read emotions. *thinks: Freyja? She was supposed to be Freyja? Zechs knew stories of her well.* *swirls tongue in his ear* *breathes* ... She thought I was wrong to hide this.
Tyki: *moans* W-well I'm glad you t-told me...
Zechs: *bites* *licks* *moves behind the ear, down the sensitive neck* ... I didn't admit to myself such feelings at the time. But I felt guilty for hurting you, possibly, by my discreet motions.
Tyki: *squirms, gasping* H-hurting me by what?
Zechs: *closes his eyes, tries to distract himself from darker feelings by feasting on that neck, the crux of the shoulder* She implied it wasn't right to hide our relationship in front of others. I didn't like the idea it would offend or hurt you. *quietly, disbelieving* I think I have ... loved you for a while.
Tyki: *tilting his head back* I-it doesn't offend or hurt me at all to hide it. *swallowing* I...I think I've loved you for a while, too. But I couldn't...I didn't know if it was possible. I thought that couldn't be what it was.
Zechs: *more biting, more licking* *hands move up to carefully fondle Tyki's temporary assets* Neither did I. But - I do. I did. Even if I couldn't say or think that.