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I don’t know.
When the ship was seized, they came for me. I haven’t heard word about the ship.
I like to think they’re sailing the seas as usual.
When the ship was seized, they came for me. I haven’t heard word about the ship.
I like to think they’re sailing the seas as usual.
That's kind of you.
I just don't want them to suffer because of me.
I just don't want them to suffer because of me.
[ It's barely readying, just enough so that he has something wet to press his cock on as he pushes into him, painfully slow. It would be perfect, in any other mood, even with the sting of under-preparedness. But now, even though he whimpers, even though his fingers claw at the wall to steady him until there's paint beneath his fingernails, it doesn't feel like enough.
Tim whines, pushing himself back on Quentin's cock, and forth into his hand, rocking with frustrated tears in his eyes. He chokes back a sob and answers. ]
More.
Tim whines, pushing himself back on Quentin's cock, and forth into his hand, rocking with frustrated tears in his eyes. He chokes back a sob and answers. ]
More.
They're my family. My father adopted me off the streets and I lived on that ship until I was taken.
They're good people. They deserve to live their lives as they see fit.
I miss the sea, sometimes. The lake helps but it doesn't compare.
They're good people. They deserve to live their lives as they see fit.
I miss the sea, sometimes. The lake helps but it doesn't compare.
Then I hope fervently that they are doing exactly that.
As do I. Not as much as yourself, I am sure, but enough. It is very strange to be here - it is England, which I thought I'd never see again. And I am not unhappy. But still I yearn for other places.
As do I. Not as much as yourself, I am sure, but enough. It is very strange to be here - it is England, which I thought I'd never see again. And I am not unhappy. But still I yearn for other places.
England doesn't exist where I'm from, but it feels familiar.
Are you from England? Or somewhere else in this world?
Also, Koby did something for me once, out on the lake. Remind me one day and I'll do the same for you. It's as close as we'll get to the sea.
Are you from England? Or somewhere else in this world?
Also, Koby did something for me once, out on the lake. Remind me one day and I'll do the same for you. It's as close as we'll get to the sea.
It's miserably cold here in the winter. I am used to warmer weather.
Maybe when we take a walk, we stop at the lake together for a while.
Maybe when we take a walk, we stop at the lake together for a while.
[ it's impossible to keep his dick from throbbing with want as tim fucks himself back on him and then into the circle of his fist. but who is he to deny him more - and as tim drives his hips back he meets them with his own, a hard and rough snap that makes skin slap and chokes a heady groan from him. ]
You asked so nicely.
[ he squeezes his hand around tim, stroking from his sac, from root to tip before his sticky hand joins one on tim's on the door. the other to tim's shoulder, gripping hard and stabilizing himself as he begins to set a punishing pace, his breath coming in little pants and gasps. ]
And you're taking me so well.
You asked so nicely.
[ he squeezes his hand around tim, stroking from his sac, from root to tip before his sticky hand joins one on tim's on the door. the other to tim's shoulder, gripping hard and stabilizing himself as he begins to set a punishing pace, his breath coming in little pants and gasps. ]
And you're taking me so well.
Might have? Well, you'll have to teach me your ways.
Go - we'll take a walk together later. I think you've got some wooing to do, good man.
[ koby, of course. ]
Go - we'll take a walk together later. I think you've got some wooing to do, good man.
[ koby, of course. ]
Edited (shhh i did not use the same icon) 2025-05-07 05:44 (UTC)
hey im at the library can yuo come get me pleas
[it's the best he can type out with his vision blurry and his whole body aching. he's gotten the fire out, at least -- it hadn't spread too far. koby's focusing on the positives.]
[it's the best he can type out with his vision blurry and his whole body aching. he's gotten the fire out, at least -- it hadn't spread too far. koby's focusing on the positives.]
[ seeing koby's name light up on his phone brings a smile to his face, but seeing the text itself?
he's already up and moving. ]
I'm on my way. What's going on?
[ though why he asks is beyond him as he tucks his phone away and heads immediately toward the library. he's barefooted, not having bothered with shoes and he looks rumpled from leaving the bed after a day of dozing and reading. throwing the doors open to the library he looks around - smelling smoke. smelling something burnt. every muscle in his body tenses.
he doesn't bother to ask where koby is - there's a swell of bright, blinding blue in his aura as he uses his magic, following through bookshelves and around tables until he finds him. ]
Koby. [ and no matter where he is, quentin reaches out for him, careful and worried and furious. ]
he's already up and moving. ]
I'm on my way. What's going on?
[ though why he asks is beyond him as he tucks his phone away and heads immediately toward the library. he's barefooted, not having bothered with shoes and he looks rumpled from leaving the bed after a day of dozing and reading. throwing the doors open to the library he looks around - smelling smoke. smelling something burnt. every muscle in his body tenses.
he doesn't bother to ask where koby is - there's a swell of bright, blinding blue in his aura as he uses his magic, following through bookshelves and around tables until he finds him. ]
Koby. [ and no matter where he is, quentin reaches out for him, careful and worried and furious. ]
I'm okay.
[he's not -- there's a smoldering, steaming pile of burned wood and books, an empty fire extinguisher in koby's hands, and he's got a blanket from the emergency stash draped over his shoulders because the back of his shirt had burned away, and his head is throbbing and there's a criss-crossed gash on his forehead, blood down the side of his face, but. but he offers a smile, reaches out and squeezes at quentin's arm, setting down the extinguisher.]
Tim's back. He's -- not himself. [a sort of hoarse, shaky laugh.] Obviously. I don't -- I couldn't really understand what he wanted.
[he's not -- there's a smoldering, steaming pile of burned wood and books, an empty fire extinguisher in koby's hands, and he's got a blanket from the emergency stash draped over his shoulders because the back of his shirt had burned away, and his head is throbbing and there's a criss-crossed gash on his forehead, blood down the side of his face, but. but he offers a smile, reaches out and squeezes at quentin's arm, setting down the extinguisher.]
Tim's back. He's -- not himself. [a sort of hoarse, shaky laugh.] Obviously. I don't -- I couldn't really understand what he wanted.
[ quentin hears nothing but noise in his ears as he carefully reaches for his boyfriend, smoothing hands over his arms where he doesn't see any immediate injuries. there's blood, there's the smell of burned wood and burned flesh and q takes a second to respond, to stuff down the images from another time and another life so he can focus on koby now. ]
Let's get you to the room. [ because this isn't about tim, this isn't about anyone other than koby right now. koby, koby, koby, who is hurt, who got hurt while q wasn't paying attention. koby who stands here brave and injured and doesn't think twice about himself. ]
Need to clean you up. Can I carry you?
Let's get you to the room. [ because this isn't about tim, this isn't about anyone other than koby right now. koby, koby, koby, who is hurt, who got hurt while q wasn't paying attention. koby who stands here brave and injured and doesn't think twice about himself. ]
Need to clean you up. Can I carry you?
[koby's trembling all over, but he still manages a brave smile, squeezes quentin's arms with both hands, tries to focus on inhale, exhale, in, out. his eyes are glassy, glazed, pupils wide, and it takes a long moment for him to nod.]
Yes. You -- I could walk. [he says it with mild confusion, brow knitting, as if he's unsure -- maybe he could, maybe not, now that it's out there he's not so confident. his head hurts, and that had been why he asked quentin to come in the first place, because walking seemed so daunting, so impossible. koby frowns deeper, looks down at his feet, then up at quentin.] I feel like I probably -- shouldn't walk.
Yes. You -- I could walk. [he says it with mild confusion, brow knitting, as if he's unsure -- maybe he could, maybe not, now that it's out there he's not so confident. his head hurts, and that had been why he asked quentin to come in the first place, because walking seemed so daunting, so impossible. koby frowns deeper, looks down at his feet, then up at quentin.] I feel like I probably -- shouldn't walk.
I'll carry you. Where - where are you hurt?
[ so i don't hurt you more than you already are. he reaches to gently tuck koby's hair from the wound on his forehead, sticky with blood. just enough to press his kiss to a clean temple. ]
Let me get you home, Captain. Love. Put your arms around my neck. [ maybe he can carry him so as not to touch what he's sure is an injured back. ]
[ so i don't hurt you more than you already are. he reaches to gently tuck koby's hair from the wound on his forehead, sticky with blood. just enough to press his kiss to a clean temple. ]
Let me get you home, Captain. Love. Put your arms around my neck. [ maybe he can carry him so as not to touch what he's sure is an injured back. ]
Uhm. My head. [obviously -- the x-shaped wound slightly off-center, but there's also a knot at the back of his head where he'd struck it on the shelf, and one hand shakily reaches up, towards where it still sluggishly bleeds.] Hit it pretty hard. Burned my back. [a bit of a weak laugh.] It was on fire when I hit it. The thing.
Ah -- the window -- [he sweeps a hand out, points clumsily towards the shattered glass, littering the singed carpet.] Careful, your -- feet, don't step in it. [koby squeezes his eyes shut, waves his hand, vaguely.] Don't get hurt.
Ah -- the window -- [he sweeps a hand out, points clumsily towards the shattered glass, littering the singed carpet.] Careful, your -- feet, don't step in it. [koby squeezes his eyes shut, waves his hand, vaguely.] Don't get hurt.
[ the whole room is a mess in a way that speaks of violence and power that quentin can't wrap his head around. he can't reconcile sweet tim with this destruction, confused even more with the idea that tim is back. it's a lot to process and so he buckles down, dipping to scoop his arms under koby's bottom and pick him up so he can lean into his front. ]
I'll be fine.
[ he murmurs it against koby's ear, soft and insistent as he begins to carry him back toward the door. ] Hold onto my neck, love. I'm here now. We'll have you cleaned up soon, then we can talk.
I'll be fine.
[ he murmurs it against koby's ear, soft and insistent as he begins to carry him back toward the door. ] Hold onto my neck, love. I'm here now. We'll have you cleaned up soon, then we can talk.
[the whole world is spinning in a way that makes koby's awareness go grey, fuzzy, and it takes a long, long moment for him to reach up, twine his arms around quentin's neck, the trembling rapidly intensifying as the adrenaline keeps fading away. for the first time, when quentin lifts him, koby feels the stabbing pain along his back, and he makes a small, bitten-off sound of pain -- tiny, hastily muffled. instinct; koby knows how to be in pain and not make it audible.
he's shuddering now, pressing his face into quentin's neck, steadying himself with the familiar scent of his skin. muffled, hazy:] Sorry. M'bleeding on you.
he's shuddering now, pressing his face into quentin's neck, steadying himself with the familiar scent of his skin. muffled, hazy:] Sorry. M'bleeding on you.
Shh, no more apologies alright. Just hold onto me, love.
[ he has to bite back the panic that wants to rise up into his throat. he has to find a way to seem cool and calm and collected, to batten down and get koby to safety first. a part of him wants to find tim, too. hold him and will whatever fury he has away but he doesn't understand what's going on.
all he knows is he has koby's blood dripping on his shirt, smeared on his arms and hands. that's all he needs to know. ]
I've got you. I'm sorry - it won't be long.
[ he shifts his hands under koby's bottom so he's not holding him around his back, leaving it untouched as much as he can as he starts to carry him from the library. he kisses koby's temple, eyes burning a little from the smoke in the room, from the fear that threatens to peek out.
he's careful as he carries his boyfriend back to their rooms, bringing him into their shared bathroom and so very, very carefully sitting him up on the counter. ]
Look at me, alright? Lets get the blood out of your eyes.
[ he has to bite back the panic that wants to rise up into his throat. he has to find a way to seem cool and calm and collected, to batten down and get koby to safety first. a part of him wants to find tim, too. hold him and will whatever fury he has away but he doesn't understand what's going on.
all he knows is he has koby's blood dripping on his shirt, smeared on his arms and hands. that's all he needs to know. ]
I've got you. I'm sorry - it won't be long.
[ he shifts his hands under koby's bottom so he's not holding him around his back, leaving it untouched as much as he can as he starts to carry him from the library. he kisses koby's temple, eyes burning a little from the smoke in the room, from the fear that threatens to peek out.
he's careful as he carries his boyfriend back to their rooms, bringing him into their shared bathroom and so very, very carefully sitting him up on the counter. ]
Look at me, alright? Lets get the blood out of your eyes.
[koby doesn’t make a sound the entire time, just loops his arms around quentin’s neck and stays very quiet and very still – which is probably even more unsettling, because normally koby never stops talking. but he’s silent now, not even drawing in a sharp breath when quentin sets him down, not doing anything but obligingly opening his eyes and sort of looking through his boyfriend for a long moment.
in the bathroom, it’s easier to see the state he’s in – the back of his shirt is burned away, the skin along his spine livid red, blistered, radiating heat. there’s blood soaking the back of his head, dripping down over the burns, blood streaming down over his face from the gashes on his forehead, splitting at the bridge of his nose and tracing crimson lines down to the corners of his silent, pressed-together lips. it’s in his eyes, in his mouth, and koby frowns a little when he remembers to breathe in and tastes it.
after a pause, he moves, jerky, stilted, pulling something out of his shirt pocket – his glasses. they’re unharmed, but splattered with blood, and koby frowns deeper at them, like he’s trying to puzzle out why. when he looks back up at quentin, there’s a horrible moment where he looks – lost. confused. unrecognizing.
then it registers, slowly, and he exhales, offers the glasses without a word.]
in the bathroom, it’s easier to see the state he’s in – the back of his shirt is burned away, the skin along his spine livid red, blistered, radiating heat. there’s blood soaking the back of his head, dripping down over the burns, blood streaming down over his face from the gashes on his forehead, splitting at the bridge of his nose and tracing crimson lines down to the corners of his silent, pressed-together lips. it’s in his eyes, in his mouth, and koby frowns a little when he remembers to breathe in and tastes it.
after a pause, he moves, jerky, stilted, pulling something out of his shirt pocket – his glasses. they’re unharmed, but splattered with blood, and koby frowns deeper at them, like he’s trying to puzzle out why. when he looks back up at quentin, there’s a horrible moment where he looks – lost. confused. unrecognizing.
then it registers, slowly, and he exhales, offers the glasses without a word.]
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