[ how influential the gems are isn't new to ryuu. before gems, it was moons - the moon that had held sway over his blood like the tides was not a calm and serene thing, but one of blood and magic, a lust that ran bone deep. it had taken him a long time to find armistice with the red influence that clashed with his pacific blue, but he had done it. even if it was sometimes uneasy for his gentle heart. this time, in this second home away from home, his magic aligns with who he is rather than who he'd feigned to be. a pretty blue sapphire embedded in his back reflects his real nature, one of affection and healing.
that's why when the streets of the city erupt with monstrous gembonded, ryuu's immediate thoughts are of tenn, of gaku. two people who already had fiery personalities now made even moreso by their rubies. despite his trust in them, if he left them alone like this... would something happen to them? would something happen that couldn't be taken back?
it makes the pit of his stomach ice cold.
it's enough to drive him from the emptiness of their joint apartment and out into the city proper, minding himself as he navigates the streets in search of his loved ones. he doesn't have amethyst's speed or emerald's cunning or ruby's strength. he tries everywhere that tenn or gaku might go, routes they've taken and places they've frequented. he knows that right now, they likely won't be thinking straight if their gems have a tight grasp of their instincts, but he has to start somewhere. he has to try.
it's why he finds himself at the dance studio that they frequent, unlocking the door and pushing inside and down the hall to find the practice room's lights off, the floors shiny and clean, the dormant stereo a monolith with soft, blipping lights. the mirror spans the whole room, showing him his own contemplative frown.
he doesn't plan on lingering long, but he senses - a change in the air. a heat that prickles at his skin. heel scuffing on the floor, ryuu turns to the doorway, breath jumping in his lungs. who he sees there is momentarily familiar: paleness consumed by black, the flex of leathery appendages. silver, embers. ]
[ Depending on the gem one was bonded with, ferality can mean some poor choices are made. Nier would regret doing anyone any harm, but it would be a guilt he wouldn't carry for long -- it can't be helped is par for the course from his dying world. People were used and used by others, were killed or killed others. Life here is soft and pleasant by comparison.
Rolling his shoulders back, his wings creak and the air hisses around the molten veins that run through them, glowing with heat. He turns to the sound of Ryuu's voice, his black eyes fixing a fiery points of his pupils on the idol.
He had tracked him here, his attention arrested by the flight of a sapphire gembonded as he rushed to the studio. Lacking flight, he couldn't beat him there, but he certainly was able to catch up. To corner. The demon-twisted Nier turns and lowers his center of gravity in one smooth movement, coiling like a spring before he lunges for him.
Ryuu is an attractive prey, a catch worthy of aggressive pursuit. He can only think of how much he craves to sink his teeth into him, to touch him. He doesn't even know his name, but he can't think of anything he wants more than to Sync.
That swiftly approaching demon is definitely not Gaku. ]
[ eyes like that pin him where he stands. by the time his instincts provide him with the revelation that this is definitely not gaku, it's too late. in this room with a single expanse of floor, wall to wall mirrors, and one door - there was never an escape at all. an untransformed sapphire is no match for the brute strength of a ruby at its most conflagrant, and ryuu barely has the time to gasp his surprise aloud before he's colliding with the wooden floor in a crack of limb and bone that makes him see stars. the pain is stunning, and the sheer heat is even moreso; ryuu's awareness struggles to catch up with what's just happened but his body is already on alert. adrenaline floods his veins, he hears his blood pump in his own ears. at the small of his back, his sapphire flares in response to this person's physical need to sync with him, trying to bolster him, to dull his pain.
eyes fluttering open and chest heaving a shaking breath, ryuu flexes in the grip of this stranger, his unfamiliar manna clamoring through his body. he feels... exposed, but he doesn't think to fight. he's pinned, left to gape at the wingspan arcing above him, those fiery eyes. he swallows hard. ]
Who...? [ or rather - ] Is - is it your ruby doing this to you?!
[ fighting back isn't his first instinct, trying to understand is. ]
[ Driven by a craving for Manna, the demon bearing down on him. He traps him to the floor soon after he crumples to it, a hand on his throat. Not choking, but holding. It may not be immediately apparent given his transformation, but he's extremely naked. The clothes he was wearing never survived the process of his changing and what scraps that remained had fallen off hours ago. ]
Man...na...
[ The demon growls the words as if it takes physical effort to form them and fire them out of his reluctant throat. Battling against the desire to hunt and overpower, there's a part of him that doesn't want to harm this innocent man. Perhaps he's reached some shred of humanity by voicing concern where he would have been fully justified in reacting with fear or anger. The sharp points of his fingers lessen their grip, no longer threatening to tear into him, but he traces the tip of his thumb across his trembling pulse and feels his life giving it's frightened flutter. ]
...
[ Then again, it could be the man's beauty that inspires a change. Rather than trying to sate his bloodthirst with violence, the heated furnace glowing from the blown-out pupils of his black eyes roam over that chest that rises and falls so prettily, the tremor in his lip betraying fear that stirs his hunter's heart. ]
You're... beautiful. [ He rumbles, his voice low. ]
[ it takes his body a few long, tense moments to catch up with what his emotions are telling him. what he's sensing, through the dark wash of synchrony that the touch is affording him. there is something that races so much deeper, an inky black expanse of desire pulsing with veins of fire... he only needs to peel back the delirious haze that shrouds it to find what's beneath. ryuu could be scared of it. he is a little scared of it, swallowing hard beneath the hand clutched to his trembling throat, knowing well what a single squeeze could do.
but if this man had simply wanted to take what he so desperately needed, if he wanted to harm him, he could surely just do so. instead, the brief empathic reprieve of knowing he doesn't want to hurt him, the sincere compliment that seems to drift from his chest only to be shredded by his teeth -
ryuu sympathizes. he remembers when sanguis ran wild in his blood, giving him the same exact painful desires to rend flesh, to turn coveting into owning.
with his sapphire making his emotions churn like troubled waters, ryuu remembers to breathe, the sound of it fluttering in his lungs as his gaze drifts upwards. he blinks once, twice, the soft gold of his eyes searching for who might be in there, overrun by the influence of the ruby. ryuu twists some, feeling out the solid body above him and realizing far too late how naked it is where it crushes into him - strong knees and thighs, the outline of an equally transformed cock between them. ]
It's okay. [ tentatively, his arms lift, hands coming to rest on his forearm where the strength of it still threatens to bear down on his throat. ] I can give you manna.
[ The claw-tipped hand rakes down his body gently but greedily, feeling Ryuu's body through his clothes. Had Nier been of a clear mind, he wouldn't have accepted such flimsy permission. Manna can be given in any manner of ways, none of them this violently greedy. His body heat is borderline oppressive as he draws closer, briefly abated by a flap of his vestigal wings. The veins in his leathery wings glow a brighter orange as the furnace inside him burns to show his interest.
He paws at him, his clawed hands laying claim to his prize and thrilling in the shuddering breath Ryuu takes. Hauling him around, he forces Ryuu into a prone position -- half facing the floor and partially turned to the side. Vulnerable, trapped, he pushes a hand up his shirt, exposing the large expanse of Ryuu's back to his shoulder blades. Something hot and wet slides up the furrow of his back as he tastes the salt of his skin.
He tastes good, smells good. He growls approvingly, nuzzling the back of his neck and nosing into his hair. His hands crawl over his body, one squeezing the soft swell of pectoral muscle, the other roaming down his stomach the pointed tips of his claws prickling their way down. Reaching towards his waistline, he seems to show no signs of diverting his touch, wanting to feel up his sex and inspire lust in the idol. At the same time, he fits his now engorged cock, black with ridges and scales, between his thighs. Like the rest of his enlarged body, it's transformed into a demonic monstrosity, muscular and casting off a heat that bleeds through his clothes. But the sensation frustrates him further, an insufficient stimulation when he craves raw flesh and to wring out pleasure from his prey. ]
[ talk about a fever pitch. ryuu almost feels as though he'd gotten used to the incandescent temperatures clutched about the city like the jaws of an animal over its prey - almost. the heat had quickly gone from summery to sweltering, more than enough to exploit his sapphire's weakness. its element was soothing water, yes, but also rigid ice, and ryuu guesses too late that the ice aspect is what's making it so hard to cope. it's been frustrating to go from sun-tolerant to easily overexerted, but that's why ryuu is somewhere familiar. though he's made a space for himself in sumarlok, the islands of marilla are like a little taste of home. blue skies, open air, white sands. the heat isn't kind even in this paradise, but ryuu makes do.
by spending nearly the whole day beneath the surface of the rolling waves, using his gem's ability to breathe underwater to escape the scorching air. he bankrupts his manna in the process, but it's a small price to pay. in comparison, the beachside cabana he'd rented was not a small price to pay, but you know.
of course, even with the use of the sapphire embedded into the small of his back, he's still only human. he can't stay submerged forever. it's only when dusk befalls the island and a breeze roves the beach that he comes up and back onto the alcove shoreline. it's no where near as temperate as he's used to, but with the sky darkening into a tropical sunset gradient, the air in turn becomes thick and balmy rather than fierce and feverish. in swim bottoms and with his shirt in hand, ryuu walks the beach for a while while he drip dries, head mostly empty of thoughts other than the breeze drifting over his skin. dense salt and speckles of sand cling to him, making him think going back into the water might actually be the better idea. waves crest at his ankles - he knows the tides are rising with the moon. he walks the short distance further to his cabana where he'd left some personal effects behind to show someone was staying there. nothing too valuable, as he'd left the curtains tied wide open to keep the place cool in his absence.
it's only when he realizes that his footprints aren't the only ones leading up to it in the sand that he blinks away some of the heat haze, gold eyes flicking upwards to pin on the source. it's not a silhouette he immediately recognizes, but on an alien planet with so many others in a predicament just like his, that's not so surprising anymore. ]
- oh... hello? [ a tentative but inoffensive enough venture - ryuu notices that the air temperature has spiked. ] Is everything okay?
[ What is it that brought him here, he wonders. Through the static flustering his mind into flurries of nothing, he assumes the ocean is the reason—it must be familiar. A safe-haven of sorts— maybe just a place to let himself loose for a bit. These islands are vast, though, how did he end up coming upon this little cabana? Was he hopping there might be someone he could get to sate this roaring need electrocuting through him in constant pulses from the brilliant red gem at the nape of his neck? Childe isn't sure himself, but it seems there isn't an individual here at the moment (which is probably good.)
However, just as quickly, he suddenly becomes aware of the presence of another, which ... well, perhaps he may yet be able to control the aching need to literally jump anyone. Slowly turning around, his deep blue eyes immediately go to meet gold ones— and that just about seals the deal on his intentions because damn does he ever have a fondness for eyes of that color. Shit, why. ]
Not really. [ He admits it easily. It's too much effort and focus to bother playing coy. Still, despite his thoughts, he refrains from making any moves.
In fact, Childe brings a hand up to ever so gently flap his fingers in a wave to one side in a move-over-and-out-of-my-way fashion. ]
Ahem. Do you mind... scooting a good deal to the side so I can walk by you without jumping you for sex? [ He clears his throat, closing his eyes as his body starts throwing a tantrum over the fact he's trying to be a nice guy about this rather than just get himself some much needed relief. He's very deliberate to emphasize it as sex rather than simply synchrony so this other gets that he's really unstable at the moment, and no cutesy demonstrations of affection are on the table for being able to fix it.
Basically, he's really dangerous, especially towards pretty faces with pretty eyes. ]
Kind of dealing with some stuff... which you've probably seen before here in this place.
[ honesty usually has a sating effect on his nerves. he values it, keeps it at his core like a shield off of which bad intentions can bounce. yet an honesty like this mingles the two in a way that leaves him temporarily speechless, expression pulling in surprise and then furrowing again before he casts it aside quickly, like he shouldn't be witnessing it. cheeky, yet brutal, a threat wearing the soft veneer of a warning... lucky that he's already warm enough to be red-cheeked, but the stranger's words make the color flood all the way up to the tips of his ears.
not because he hasn't heard it before, but because he has. he's realizing it now, the charge in the air that's making the breeze prickle at his skin rather than soothe it. he swallows down the heartbeat thick in his throat, the electric needling that digs at his chest. his sapphire interferes, its gentle glow kneading at his apprehension. ]
...yeah, I've seen it. Sorry. [ spoken low and clear, his carefulness and curiosity mingled. ] You have - a Ruby?
[ he guesses, even when he doesn't have to. ryuu does step aside, though it's less getting out of the way and more an inquisitive arc in the sand that has its own gravitational push and pull, his attention never leaving the other man. he knows he told him to get lost and not to start a conversation, but the cadence of his approach gives him away. ]
[ The Harbinger watches the other, his eyes already dark with lust, but he seems able to at least maintain some sort of control as he does shift himself to observe the other rather than having to bolt off. Childe doesn't yet move to leave, sensing that this person isn't going to simply let him leave without attempting some form of communication. He personally doesn't know this push and pull of the two gems, but later it'll make sense to him as clearly as the elements. ]
I do. [ It's said with purpose, as if confirming that the Ruby is responsible for everything and it's unstoppable at this point, so this individual expects no way out of this scenario if he doesn't bother to listen. Also, there may be a little bit of blame shifting to relieve any potentially guilty feelings ver that whatever happens will be on his hands.
It's not his fault if the gem is impossible to stop, right? He's telling this person straight.
That trailed-off sentence from the other sparks something in him, though, as if realizing —well, realizing two things, really. It's so typical, he thinks, someone in theory doesn't want to press anything upon him, but they feel they hang to do it anyway. Like Zhongli had no desire to make him doubt everything between them... but did it anyway.
Why?
Well, of course he knows why (and in a rational non-emotional sense, too), but his bitterness twists it to simply be that Childe wasn't worth acting a different way for.
The similarity equally fuels his desire as much as his displeasure. He doesn't look angry, but the smile gracing his lips is a little unsettling as he chuckles. ]
Ohh... Aha, hmmmm, let me guess~. You're the type that ultimately cares more about everyone than yourself, and you're afraid if I leave without doing anything to you that someone else who is less capable of dealing with the situation will be who has to suffer when I finally snap.
[ Canting his head to one side, he sighs, reaching for the mask hanging to the side of his head thoughtfully. ]
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▾ august 2021
▴ nier
that's why when the streets of the city erupt with monstrous gembonded, ryuu's immediate thoughts are of tenn, of gaku. two people who already had fiery personalities now made even moreso by their rubies. despite his trust in them, if he left them alone like this... would something happen to them? would something happen that couldn't be taken back?
it makes the pit of his stomach ice cold.
it's enough to drive him from the emptiness of their joint apartment and out into the city proper, minding himself as he navigates the streets in search of his loved ones. he doesn't have amethyst's speed or emerald's cunning or ruby's strength. he tries everywhere that tenn or gaku might go, routes they've taken and places they've frequented. he knows that right now, they likely won't be thinking straight if their gems have a tight grasp of their instincts, but he has to start somewhere. he has to try.
it's why he finds himself at the dance studio that they frequent, unlocking the door and pushing inside and down the hall to find the practice room's lights off, the floors shiny and clean, the dormant stereo a monolith with soft, blipping lights. the mirror spans the whole room, showing him his own contemplative frown.
he doesn't plan on lingering long, but he senses - a change in the air. a heat that prickles at his skin. heel scuffing on the floor, ryuu turns to the doorway, breath jumping in his lungs. who he sees there is momentarily familiar: paleness consumed by black, the flex of leathery appendages. silver, embers. ]
Gaku...?
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Rolling his shoulders back, his wings creak and the air hisses around the molten veins that run through them, glowing with heat. He turns to the sound of Ryuu's voice, his black eyes fixing a fiery points of his pupils on the idol.
He had tracked him here, his attention arrested by the flight of a sapphire gembonded as he rushed to the studio. Lacking flight, he couldn't beat him there, but he certainly was able to catch up. To corner. The demon-twisted Nier turns and lowers his center of gravity in one smooth movement, coiling like a spring before he lunges for him.
Ryuu is an attractive prey, a catch worthy of aggressive pursuit. He can only think of how much he craves to sink his teeth into him, to touch him. He doesn't even know his name, but he can't think of anything he wants more than to Sync.
That swiftly approaching demon is definitely not Gaku. ]
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eyes fluttering open and chest heaving a shaking breath, ryuu flexes in the grip of this stranger, his unfamiliar manna clamoring through his body. he feels... exposed, but he doesn't think to fight. he's pinned, left to gape at the wingspan arcing above him, those fiery eyes. he swallows hard. ]
Who...? [ or rather - ] Is - is it your ruby doing this to you?!
[ fighting back isn't his first instinct, trying to understand is. ]
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Man...na...
[ The demon growls the words as if it takes physical effort to form them and fire them out of his reluctant throat. Battling against the desire to hunt and overpower, there's a part of him that doesn't want to harm this innocent man. Perhaps he's reached some shred of humanity by voicing concern where he would have been fully justified in reacting with fear or anger. The sharp points of his fingers lessen their grip, no longer threatening to tear into him, but he traces the tip of his thumb across his trembling pulse and feels his life giving it's frightened flutter. ]
...
[ Then again, it could be the man's beauty that inspires a change. Rather than trying to sate his bloodthirst with violence, the heated furnace glowing from the blown-out pupils of his black eyes roam over that chest that rises and falls so prettily, the tremor in his lip betraying fear that stirs his hunter's heart. ]
You're... beautiful. [ He rumbles, his voice low. ]
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but if this man had simply wanted to take what he so desperately needed, if he wanted to harm him, he could surely just do so. instead, the brief empathic reprieve of knowing he doesn't want to hurt him, the sincere compliment that seems to drift from his chest only to be shredded by his teeth -
ryuu sympathizes. he remembers when sanguis ran wild in his blood, giving him the same exact painful desires to rend flesh, to turn coveting into owning.
with his sapphire making his emotions churn like troubled waters, ryuu remembers to breathe, the sound of it fluttering in his lungs as his gaze drifts upwards. he blinks once, twice, the soft gold of his eyes searching for who might be in there, overrun by the influence of the ruby. ryuu twists some, feeling out the solid body above him and realizing far too late how naked it is where it crushes into him - strong knees and thighs, the outline of an equally transformed cock between them. ]
It's okay. [ tentatively, his arms lift, hands coming to rest on his forearm where the strength of it still threatens to bear down on his throat. ] I can give you manna.
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He paws at him, his clawed hands laying claim to his prize and thrilling in the shuddering breath Ryuu takes. Hauling him around, he forces Ryuu into a prone position -- half facing the floor and partially turned to the side. Vulnerable, trapped, he pushes a hand up his shirt, exposing the large expanse of Ryuu's back to his shoulder blades. Something hot and wet slides up the furrow of his back as he tastes the salt of his skin.
He tastes good, smells good. He growls approvingly, nuzzling the back of his neck and nosing into his hair. His hands crawl over his body, one squeezing the soft swell of pectoral muscle, the other roaming down his stomach the pointed tips of his claws prickling their way down. Reaching towards his waistline, he seems to show no signs of diverting his touch, wanting to feel up his sex and inspire lust in the idol. At the same time, he fits his now engorged cock, black with ridges and scales, between his thighs. Like the rest of his enlarged body, it's transformed into a demonic monstrosity, muscular and casting off a heat that bleeds through his clothes. But the sensation frustrates him further, an insufficient stimulation when he craves raw flesh and to wring out pleasure from his prey. ]
▴ childe (event)
by spending nearly the whole day beneath the surface of the rolling waves, using his gem's ability to breathe underwater to escape the scorching air. he bankrupts his manna in the process, but it's a small price to pay. in comparison, the beachside cabana he'd rented was not a small price to pay, but you know.
of course, even with the use of the sapphire embedded into the small of his back, he's still only human. he can't stay submerged forever. it's only when dusk befalls the island and a breeze roves the beach that he comes up and back onto the alcove shoreline. it's no where near as temperate as he's used to, but with the sky darkening into a tropical sunset gradient, the air in turn becomes thick and balmy rather than fierce and feverish. in swim bottoms and with his shirt in hand, ryuu walks the beach for a while while he drip dries, head mostly empty of thoughts other than the breeze drifting over his skin. dense salt and speckles of sand cling to him, making him think going back into the water might actually be the better idea. waves crest at his ankles - he knows the tides are rising with the moon. he walks the short distance further to his cabana where he'd left some personal effects behind to show someone was staying there. nothing too valuable, as he'd left the curtains tied wide open to keep the place cool in his absence.
it's only when he realizes that his footprints aren't the only ones leading up to it in the sand that he blinks away some of the heat haze, gold eyes flicking upwards to pin on the source. it's not a silhouette he immediately recognizes, but on an alien planet with so many others in a predicament just like his, that's not so surprising anymore. ]
- oh... hello? [ a tentative but inoffensive enough venture - ryuu notices that the air temperature has spiked. ] Is everything okay?
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However, just as quickly, he suddenly becomes aware of the presence of another, which ... well, perhaps he may yet be able to control the aching need to literally jump anyone. Slowly turning around, his deep blue eyes immediately go to meet gold ones— and that just about seals the deal on his intentions because damn does he ever have a fondness for eyes of that color. Shit, why. ]
Not really. [ He admits it easily. It's too much effort and focus to bother playing coy. Still, despite his thoughts, he refrains from making any moves.
In fact, Childe brings a hand up to ever so gently flap his fingers in a wave to one side in a move-over-and-out-of-my-way fashion. ]
Ahem. Do you mind... scooting a good deal to the side so I can walk by you without jumping you for sex? [ He clears his throat, closing his eyes as his body starts throwing a tantrum over the fact he's trying to be a nice guy about this rather than just get himself some much needed relief. He's very deliberate to emphasize it as sex rather than simply synchrony so this other gets that he's really unstable at the moment, and no cutesy demonstrations of affection are on the table for being able to fix it.
Basically, he's really dangerous, especially towards pretty faces with pretty eyes. ]
Kind of dealing with some stuff... which you've probably seen before here in this place.
sorry for the delay! moving woes
not because he hasn't heard it before, but because he has. he's realizing it now, the charge in the air that's making the breeze prickle at his skin rather than soothe it. he swallows down the heartbeat thick in his throat, the electric needling that digs at his chest. his sapphire interferes, its gentle glow kneading at his apprehension. ]
...yeah, I've seen it. Sorry. [ spoken low and clear, his carefulness and curiosity mingled. ] You have - a Ruby?
[ he guesses, even when he doesn't have to. ryuu does step aside, though it's less getting out of the way and more an inquisitive arc in the sand that has its own gravitational push and pull, his attention never leaving the other man. he knows he told him to get lost and not to start a conversation, but the cadence of his approach gives him away. ]
I don't want to make it tough on you, but...
[ he is worried, and not just for his own sake. ]
Hee no worries, worth the wait. ♥
I do. [ It's said with purpose, as if confirming that the Ruby is responsible for everything and it's unstoppable at this point, so this individual expects no way out of this scenario if he doesn't bother to listen. Also, there may be a little bit of blame shifting to relieve any potentially guilty feelings ver that whatever happens will be on his hands.
It's not his fault if the gem is impossible to stop, right? He's telling this person straight.
That trailed-off sentence from the other sparks something in him, though, as if realizing —well, realizing two things, really. It's so typical, he thinks, someone in theory doesn't want to press anything upon him, but they feel they hang to do it anyway. Like Zhongli had no desire to make him doubt everything between them... but did it anyway.
Why?
Well, of course he knows why (and in a rational non-emotional sense, too), but his bitterness twists it to simply be that Childe wasn't worth acting a different way for.
The similarity equally fuels his desire as much as his displeasure. He doesn't look angry, but the smile gracing his lips is a little unsettling as he chuckles. ]
Ohh... Aha, hmmmm, let me guess~. You're the type that ultimately cares more about everyone than yourself, and you're afraid if I leave without doing anything to you that someone else who is less capable of dealing with the situation will be who has to suffer when I finally snap.
[ Canting his head to one side, he sighs, reaching for the mask hanging to the side of his head thoughtfully. ]
Well? Tell me how I did.