forum Gold Chains and Fingertips (Romance) (REBOOT) (Closed, One on One)

Started November 14, 2018 by @Desvelarse pets

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"Oh my…. erm, what?" Ember choked. While familiars could shift into human, or at least humanoid form, he didn't think that Reapers had familiars.

“She will come inside now,” Thatcher stated. Nike’s right head personality, the head that was the most aggressive and tempermental, simply glared sharply and hatefully up at Ember.

Ember backed away from the window awkwardly. That dog-girl-is looking at me like she'll rip my guts out. he thought.

Thatcher looked over at Nike, who tensed then twitched, her expression calming. He recognized his as another personality, the one of the calm middle head. “Can we go inside or not? I’m starving and I want to get this over with,” she huffed to Thatcher.

"Er, come on in." Ember stammered. "But be quiet about it, Poppea will probably murder you if you wake her up and Mama frightens easily, she's still very frail."

Nike twitched, the aggressive side coming back. “I will rip this Poppea appart if she thinks of hurting us,” she snarled, earning a look from Thatcher. But he didn’t correct her.

"So, you going to come inside?" Ember asked.

“Coming,” Thatcher huffed. He motioned for Nike to follow, and walked back inside. He walked upstairs and to Embers bedroom, Nike on his heels.

"Er, I'll make a bit of a cot outside, but you can take the bed." Ember said, hastily fluffing up pillows on his bed and adjusting the sheets. "Call me if you need anything, I'll be right there for you. Really. I will."

Thatcher frowned at Ember, shaking his head. “I don’t sleep, you don’t need to worry about any of that,” he stated. He did get tired at times, but he just couldn’t fall asleep ever, was all. His kind needed to be always awake and ready to kill.

"Oh. Seriously? You know not the pleasures of sinking down onto a soft mattress?" Ember said, with mild playfulness in his tone.

“Oh, I know. But those times weren’t for sleeping pleasures,” Thatcher said bluntly, not caring of the obvious mention of sex. He threw a glance in Nike’s direction, and the “girl” was snickering softly.

Wait… Ember considered all the erotic undertones one could pick up from such a statement. Did he think I meant…. or did… but with the…. gah! Must change subject, quickly! he thought to himself. "So… what do you do then?" Ember said hastily.

“Mm, simple things, like reacting an-,” Thatcher had started to say, but was cut off by Nike. “And sex!” She exclaimed with a loud bit of laughter. Thatcher rolled his eyes and nodded his head. “Yes, like I was saying, relaxing and sex.”

"Sex? What?" Ember stuttered. "I am a virgin with no knowledge of such things, please leave my mind untainted, alright? I've never even been in a relationship with anyone, not that I'd have the time to maintain it with such an unpredictable schedule."

Thatcher’s icy blue eyes narrowed at Ember softly. “I can’t tell if you are joking or not..” he drawled out slowly with a slight frown on his lips.

"I'm dead serious." Ember said, heat rising to his pale cheeks. Why the hell was he blushing? Other than the fact that this guy was very, very attractive, and that- damn, what in heck was he thinking?

“Huh. And you are how old?” Thatcher asked, arching a brow. He seemed almost.. judgmental that the other was so innocent. Not that he minded, it was his type, but he disliked Ember. He had had plenty of time to get good with sex, considering how long he had been around for.

"Twenty-four, why?" he asked. My golly gee goodness, he's attractive. Look away now, Ember. He'll think you're a weirdo Ember thought to himself, looking down,away, anywhere but at Thatcher, but his gaze kept falling back on the man before him.

Thatcher took a moment to calculate that in Reaper years. So, Ember was about his age or so. “Just wondering. It’s surprising that someone that old could have gone without sex,” he said nonchalantly.

"As if. People around here aren't that open minded to guys who don't like girls. I promise you, there isn't a single man or woman in this town who would be open to two guys in a relationship. Not that it matters. As I said, I'm too busy fighting demons and whatnot to maintain a relationship, as much as I'd like to share the rest of my pitiful life with someone I care about." Ember said. "I've never really thought about it much. Doing the do with someone, I mean." he stammered, trying very hard not to think about doing it with someone.

Thatcher lips pursed as if he didn’t understand. “So you’re gay, is what you’re saying?” He repeated to be clear. “Not that I would judged. I’ve been to bed with men multiple times in my lifetime.”

"Oh.. okay? Is there anything you're implying that I should be aware of?" Ember asked. He really didn't know where the conversation was going at this point.

Thatcher shook his head. “Not in the slightest,” he said with his nose scrunched up a bit in something that could have been disgust. He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his dark trench coat and looked away, licking his lips as he glanced around the room.

"Right. Well, then, I could just… er…. thingy?" Ember said. He felt rather uncomfortable now. He didn't quite know what to do. But then again, one wouldn't know exactly what to do when you accidentally bound a highly powerful magical being to you for lifelong servitude.