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ᴄʏʀᴀᴍ ﹙🇴​ɥɔɐʎʌ ᴉɔ ǝ🇱​ɥ🇳​ɐ﹚ ([personal profile] hallowing) wrote in [community profile] ximilia2023-10-01 04:57 pm

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important q


if u were a dnd character


what class would u be



if u dont know wat dnd is (wow sorry for ur life) a class will be assigned for u randomly. no i dont make the rules.
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[personal profile] blyat 2023-10-04 03:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[Teamwork. He's not wrong. Cain knows that too, it's just—he can't help it, he doesn't trust anyone else. What if he's tasked to turn around and stab someone in the back, or someone else is supposed to do it to him? His experience so far proves the chance. And 'transactional relationships' are one of the truest tenets of the military, or at least his experience of the military.

He watches Cy mess with his hair, which would almost be cute if not for the preoccupation of his thoughts.]


... All right. You ask someone who says they'll do it and I'll go to 'em. [They've completed the circle back around, finding themselves near the armory and sunlight room. Cain's brow furrows.] How do you get to the kitchen from here? Are they just gonna let us in?
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[personal profile] blyat 2023-10-04 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[That earns an amused snicker despite himself, but he has to admit it isn't too terrible strolling through simulated nature to the cafeteria. The influence of sunlight is palpable; his posture loses an edge of stiffness, shoulders down as he ducks in and ahead.]

What did I say? We aren't friends. [His smile blunts the landing.] You're just my magical tour guide right now. Tall, handsome, could use a hairbrush, likes to talk a whole lot of nothing...

[Horny might be another worthy descriptor, but he keeps it to himself for now. Don't throw stones in glass houses.]
blyat: (★ trying to cover my shadow)

[personal profile] blyat 2023-10-05 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
[Cain rolls his eyes for emphasis. Across a wooden bridge on the path, he shoves Cy's shoulder to push him off, into the grass. It's almost companionable, or physical for the sake of something physical—a language he communicates better than words.]

In your dreams. I'm not that easy. [Just selective.] Hold on, you said you don't fight? Why not? 'Cause with what you can do with magic, even just the trans-whatever, that's a huge waste.

[He can dream up too many scenarios where that sort of power would have changed his life. Uprooted everything, gave back control where it was taken away. No one would've been able to touch him. A silly fantasy of superpowers that little boys have, not grown men; he'd stopped a long time ago.]
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[personal profile] blyat 2023-10-05 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
Wait, seriously?

[It's not that Cain doesn't believe him, but... who just says it like that? No one in their right mind admits to being a coward. It's not an admirable trait to have in a scenario where you're meant to rely on your teammate. Then again—the blunt honesty could be helpful. It won't be a surprise when it matters.

He did say that he'd been shot. Residual trauma?]


Probably don't wanna tell people that. Could just say you don't like guns or something.
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[personal profile] blyat 2023-10-05 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
[He stares now, incredulity in the look, though eventually it slides off and focuses on the path ahead.]

I mean, it's not all gonna be about fighting. Probably. I can't do half the shit some people can. [Everyone has something they're good at, even if it isn't combat, Cain thinks.] Guess that's why they wanted you here. To look pretty for our morale.
blyat: (☆ i could be yours)

[personal profile] blyat 2023-10-05 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
[The amount of obnoxious nicknames this guy would invent if he knew his real name... it can never happen....

Against better sense and reason, as they near the exit on the other side of the room—another pair of automatic doors accessed by a panel on the wall—he makes a bad decision. It's stupid, yet Cain does it anyway in defiance of several shitty facts, the most primary among them that he's here, now, starting over again. And because he's done this for far less in the past, it feels effortless. He hasn't really changed at all.

Maybe it's just talk. Flirtation on nothing, on a thread of charisma, to make Cain more amenable to teamwork and conversation and everything good, buddy-buddy, beneficial. He'll find out in the seconds it takes to step sideways and intersect Cy's path, getting a gloved fist in the front of that ugly, patterned shirt. The difference in height is both absurd and frustrating; he realizes he's never actually tried to kiss someone taller than him, because most people aren't this fucking tall unless by deliberate fault of genetic modification. He pulls Cy down to him and lands a kiss hard on his mouth.]
blyat: (★ i will not vanish)

[personal profile] blyat 2023-10-05 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[Cain's hand remains twisted in the front of a shirt long enough to take what he wants from the kiss, which is not slow or languid. That isn't how he kisses strangers. It's hard pressure, tight lips, daring edge of teeth and brief, wet slide of tongue. It's hot and combative, and if it didn't hurt to move, he'd be pushing Cy up against the wall by the door. It's pleasant. More than pleasant—an interruption to the furious, churning thoughts in his mind, removing him from the moment by the warm press of a mouth and the physical proximity of another body. No expectations. He doesn't know Cy, and Cy doesn't know him. So why does it feel like he's doing something wrong?

After a few slippery seconds of that, he backs off with a lingering, evaluative look. He rubs his tongue against the inner line of his own teeth, tasting smoke and beer and something sweet. Apple?]


Thanks. [A word punctuated when fingers steals Cy's cigarette and perch it between his own lips; he turns away.] I can get to the kitchen from here on my own, big guy.