LadyRamora

Elidibus squeezes his face hard, his claws pricking into Natus' skin and letting blood. Natus can only smile through the pain because Elidibus was here. Elidibus was touching him of his own volition.

Even after everything that had happened at the Ghymlyt Dark, Natus was glad to see him.

"I had every intention of doing my duty," the Emissary almost hisses out the words on a sigh of breath.

LadyRamora

Elidibus did not come even as that next windsday rolled around. He did not come the windsday after that, or the next.

Natus felt a fool, waiting around for someone who was sure not to come.

During the day, he kept busy. Sometimes even into the night. There was plenty to do on the First, plenty of people who needed his help. But when he returned to the Crystarium, his room in the Pendants felt emptier.

ievaxol

The wine looks to be of a fine and expensive variety and Natus thinks that he catches a shimmer in the depths of the bottle, otherworldly and inviting. Natus hopes Themis will be amenable to sharing it tonight; it would set the mood perfectly.

"No matter." Themis' smile is tinged with mischief as he snaps his fingers. "I think I know the perfect thing for you to give me in return. Surely this will do?"

Kei Cordelle

The distraction that falls over Natus isn't like him, especially when he and Themis are pressed so close and with so little between them. But the clouds of steam and the shower of water spilling down their skin can't hide the melancholic unease that furrows his brow, or the way his hands caress along Themis's skin as if assuring himself he's alright.

But there is no better way to keep Natus firmly grounded in the present (or rather the past) than the feeling of Themis's lips wrapped around him, trading pensive worry for passion as the two lose themselves in each other.

lapine_reve

He could not be so weak, so desperate, as to get hard over this man's mere scent.

And yet the throbbing emanating from between his legs can mean nothing but.

almandines

The words are slow and broken and hesitant, unwilling to tread a forbidden path and yet stepping silently across the line regardless. There is so much unsaid - so much it aches - and yet it is everything he needs to hear.

Does he want this, he wonders?

To know how the story ends, and yet, begin it anyway.

Corehealer

Natus Vincer has come to Elpis and Pandaemonium to assist Themis and Erichthonios with containing the rampaging creations of this lightless prison beneath the sky islands. Not long after their first meeting (and their first intimate encounter), the two newly minted lovebirds have proven themselves a bit of a distraction for poor Erich, who has requested that they explore one of Asphodelos' offices for any signs of loose creatures to contain while he works elsewhere doing likewise. To catch a break from their flirting.

Inside the office space, they find an environment suited to exploration of another kind, and a chance for them to continue to get to know one another and break past any remaining barriers and anxieties; a fallen star and his muse.

Corehealer

Lahabrea, Erichthonios, Themis and Natus decide to break for the evening and reconvene on the morrow to continue their search for Agdistis and the manipulative Hephaistos haunting the lower reaches of Abyssos and Tartaros. Retreating to one of the guest researcher chambers in Asphodelos, Themis and Natus barely spend but a few breaths on reviewing and caring for Natus' battle wounds before they are naked and back at their increasingly familiar dance in bed.

But the acrid taint of Abyssos, and its malformed keyward full of parasites, has not left Natus unscathed. And the poison and pollen he contracted in his battles is certain to have an effect on their dalliance to come...

TheEmissary_Themis

Themis watches the love of his life working on an intricately carved chest, and he cannot help but distract him from completing it.

PunishedEden

After finding himself in Natus' room, Elidibus decides to spend the night.

Kei Cordelle

Ten thousand years of tragedy have left their mark etched upon Elidibus's pale flesh: silvered scars that torment him still. But Natus does not see them as the ugly blemishes that they are - there's a reverence in his gaze as he presses his lips into Elidibus's marred flesh, like he holds something precious and not just the battered form of a broken Ascian.

LadyRamora

After everything, Natus is able to return to the person he wants to see most.

ievaxol

He told himself to stay away.

From the first moment Natus laid eyes on Themis he knew that he would have to be careful around the young man. His chest had seized when he met Themis’ bright blue eyes the first time and he’d almost blurted out something borderline flirtatious before it struck him just where — and when — he was.

Munechika

It's an unspoken thing between them. Whether it be because both of them are too afraid to make their relationship tangible or because neither of them knows what exactly to call the feelings between them, the fact of the matter is that it's better left unspoken.

SarielScribbles

Effervescent crystal blue: it’s the color of life and memory and souls. It’s the color of vivid dreams, endless possibilities, and an ever enduring hope. For Natus, however, it’s also the color of helplessness. It’s a longing that transcends the logic of space and time. It’s a maddeningly fathomless despair.