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Author Topic: only the trees keep us in line  (Read 142 times)

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Offline Killian Ibsen

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only the trees keep us in line
« on: Jul 02, 19, 07:04:17 PM »
There were a few times that Killian could lay claim to time to himself. Not that time to himself was really time to himself because what it truly amounted to was time with Ryder where neither one of them worried or thought about anything outside of their own plans. Securing a few days of respite, especially after finalizing a new budget and implementing it, had not been terribly hard.

Mia would be safe, even if he had his own ill feelings about certain individuals within her Court. Were he honest, he had ill feelings about serving her in general, but that had more to do with the fact that she was not his Queen. Once upon a time, the idea of having a Queen would have sent him into a panic and now it just ... eased him. He did not worry about it, less so because Ryder had been there with him that day. They shared many things together, so it had seemed natural that they both called Kibeth Mistborn theirs.

None of that particularly mattered. Killer did his best to just push anything associated with work out of his mind. Ryder, he knew, was doing the same. Rather: the Warlord Prince was supposed to be. They had headed out from their apartment, heading north along a fair Wind until they had dropped off into a forested area. Deeper within the forest, hidden within, was the hideaway they had worked on years ago. It was warded, webbed, and protected to ensure no one would find it that wasn't meant to. Technically it was also a safehouse if things went wrong for the Reclaimers, but things had been quiet despite everything that had happened at the moot held by the Territory Court.

"Copper for your thoughts?" asked Killer, nudging Ryder with his shoulder as they walked. He didn't really expect an answer, as the thread between them would give it whether it was vocal or not. The Warlord Prince had been quiet, though the thread of Green between them buzzed. "We don't usually get time like this ..." Even the Prince had felt pent-up after so long within the city. True Rihlanders were not meant to live in such places but live one with the land, something both him and Ryder both preferred (even if they enjoyed certain parts of being in the city).

The problem, he noted, was that Ryder had definitely looked more in need of getting out of the city than usual. Usually, it had been Killer who got that look in his eyes, the wild-one that meant he needed to get out of the city for even a few hours and just be away from it all. With Ryder getting that look, it meant that Killer had taken note of it and made arrangements (as the Warlord Prince often did the same for him).

He bounced on the balls of his feet, moving to walk backward in front of Ryder and wiggle his fingers playfully. "Want to see who can make it to the place first?"

Offline Ryder Nordskov

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Re: only the trees keep us in line
« Reply #1 on: Jul 11, 19, 06:35:29 AM »
Ryder had known it was coming.

He had always managed to be away before. It was difficult and each one seemed rougher than the last, but it had been worth it if it meant he could protect Killer from the full weight of his need and focus. Before now, he wasn't sure that Killer could have properly handled it. Even now, he questioned the sanity of his choice.

It was too late now. The choice was made. He could only pray Killer would forgive him after it was over if there was anything to forgive him for.

Ryder knew what they meant to each other. He didn't need their relationship defined in a clear outline to understand that the depth of his own feelings were reflected back to him in every glance that Killer gave him. They had agreements. They had understandings. They had these woods and this cabin and the Queen they shared.

But it hadn't always been like this. Each new milestone they crossed together required a contradictory mix of care and nonchalance that Ryder had become a master of. Except now, when he needed it most, it was nowhere to be found. He was a walking mountain of need. He could hardly contain the frantic energy that felt like it might boil over within him at any moment. It left him nearly vibrating.

He was aware of every muscle as he walked. Killer's voice washed over him, but it didn't fully register, not until his love was standing before him, walking backwards. The wind picked up, rustling Killer's curls and washing him in the other man's scent. He was just about to reach for him when Killer smiled and took off at a run.

Ryder let out a growl as he tore after him, quickly closing the distance between them as his much longer legs ate up the ground. Killer, however, had the advantage in the wooded area, able to dart away and under a thick branch that would have knocked Ryder out cold. His instincts screamed at him to seek his prey, to close in, capture, and claim.

A second time he almost had him, his fingers trailing over his back as the smaller man again slipped out of his grasp. His heart thundered in his chest. The crisp air brought a coolness to his lungs he had been longing for in ways he couldn't articulate. The beast within the Warlord Prince stretched and prowled, honing in on his prey.

They were almost to the cabin when Ryder slammed into Killer, taking them both down to the forest floor. He turned his body to shelter Killer from the blow of hitting the ground before continuing to roll them until he could look down at the other man pinned beneath him. His eyes were wild, but being this close to the focus of his every need helped soothe the restless beast.

Words were difficult to form, but he pulled them mercilessly from the depth of his mind. "No more running." His voice sounded ragged. "I don't want to hurt you on accident." Pressing his forehead to Killer's, he dragged out one last word and filled it with everything he possibly could.

"Please."   

Offline Killian Ibsen

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Re: only the trees keep us in line
« Reply #2 on: Jul 13, 19, 11:25:48 PM »
When they had first fallen into bed together Killer had not known just how deep their relationship would become. It had been dangerous then, just as it was dangerous now, to take another man to bed. Yet as their relationship grew, as things turned more intimate, a fear did as well. One that made him skittish when it came to relationship talks and putting a name to what existed between them.

The scars that were upon his heart were the reason behind his behavior. So he had put everything into his actions, into every interaction with Ryder. That was their understanding. That for all that Killer could not put into words how much the Warlord Prince meant to him, he would put those feelings into every moment together.

That did not mean that he was not--on the occasion--particularly dense when it came to certain things. Oh, he knew that Ryder walked a fine line when it came to not just saying certain things. That it was all to his benefit that he did not. Ryder was, even in those moments, keeping Killer's heart safe.

Today was no different: Ryder was still trying to keep him safe.

He had not realized it as he nimbly navigated between the trees and ducking under branches. Not even at the way that the Green between them was no longer a simmer but boiling as Ryder raced him. No, it was when he realized that it was not a race but a chase that made him think things were not quite right.

Something was--

Killer did not get time to explore the thought as Ryder finally caught him. Even at that moment, as he was tackled, the Warlord Prince was protecting him as he flipped their bodies. They landed with a thump on the ground, Ryder having broken it and spared him any harm.

Killer's face was flushed, forehead pressed to his lover's as he smiled and raised a hand to adjust his jostled glasses. When he did, when he saw the look in Ryder's eyes, he stilled. Killer's breath was caught in his throat at that look. Then he spoke and the Prince still could not find his breath.

Please, Ryder said. The word held so much meaning, so much put into it, and Killer could not miss. Not this close, not with the Green open between them.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

How many years had they been together? How many times when Ryder had left and gone for a length of time had he wondered if it was his Rut? Who did he fixate on? Yet such thoughts had always made his chest ache, made it a topic that was never brought up, because ...

Killer let out a breath and squirmed in Ryder's arms enough that he was able to sit up while straddling his chest. "Right,” a breath was let out, “take these?" asked Killer, sliding off his glasses and holding them out to Ryder. While the Green-Jeweled Warlord Prince was having a hard time thinking clearly it was instinctive to simply take and vanish Killer's glasses when they were offered.

The Prince blinked owlishly, not truly able to see Ryder properly anymore. His fingers slid along his lover's jaw, the lines of his face, knowing them from touch alone. You can't hurt me any way I won't like, said Killer along their Green, his understanding easily felt as he pressed a kiss to Ryder's brow. With his acquiescing, Ryder's grip had loosened. It was all he needed because Killer pulled himself free (putting to use all that the Warlord Prince had taught him). He ended up in a crouch next to Ryder.

I'm not running away ... , he said quickly as if reassuring the Warlord Prince. The reason was obvious as he deliberately picked himself up and started backing towards their cabin a short distance away. ... because I want you to catch me. Then he did break out into another sprint, knowing full well what he was doing.

What would happen.

Ryder was in Rut and they needed to be secure in their cabin. Perhaps it was not smart, perhaps it was not the wisest way to go about it, but this was the Green-Jeweled Warlord Prince at his most instinctive self. Killer did not even think about not doing this, about not being with Ryder because he finally realized a truth.

All those times his heart had ached at wondering who it was the Warlord Prince fixated on it had been because he wanted it to be him. With that realization in place, there was no way that Killer would not stay. To be with Ryder and all that that entailed with his Rut.

Even if it meant he was going to end up tackled to the porch of their cabin. At least then they would be within the security of their homestead. So when he was caught again, Ryder’s arm tight around his waist and pulling him flush against his body, Killer did not even struggle. He tilted his head, raising up to press a kiss to the underside of Ryder’s jaw as a sign of submission; prey caught by the predator that chased it. A thrill of something shot its way up his spine, though whether it was anticipation or arousal or something else all together Killer could not place it.

It was not a bad feeling regardless.

You caught me, said Killer along thread, and I am yours.

Offline Ryder Nordskov

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Re: only the trees keep us in line
« Reply #3 on: Jul 19, 19, 05:57:18 PM »
Even in this heightened state, Ryder was still in control of his actions enough to warn Killer of the coming storm. That was the only way he knew how to describe it. At times it felt invigorating, like ocean winds beating against his face. Other times he felt like he was drowning, barely able to breathe or even think. And when he emerged, he was always bruised and aching, refusing to allow the harm to fall on his partners without taking his fair share of the pain and discomfort.

He had wondered, briefly, if Kibeth would somehow become the focus. She was his Queen, after all. But the connection between them, while Darkness blessed and wound deeply around the very core of him, was not what the primal beast within him craved. It wanted Killer. It had always wanted Killer.

He had done what he could until now to protect Killer from this part of him. The scars the Green Prince bore across his heart and mind were deep and inflicted from his earliest memories. Part of protecting his Prince meant protecting both of them from things that might send Killer into a panic. His rut had seemed high on that list.

Ryder watched as the realization dawned over the Green Jeweled Prince. Killer reassured him that he couldn't hurt him in anyway he didn't like and Ryder growled with need, even as something deep and knotted began to relax within him. Killer would not deny him and he wasn't afraid. Ryder watched suspiciously as his love rose into a crouch. When he broke into a run Ryder's lips curled into a smile. He even managed to wait an entire second before launching himself after the smaller man.

Long legs eating the ground between them, it was barely a matter of heart beats before his arms slid around Killer and pulled him tightly against his own body. The Prince didn't fight. He offered himself up, with word and action, and Ryder claimed him with hands and teeth, lowering his head so he could drag them over the skin of Killer's throat.

*Mine*, he replied along their thread as he walked Killer backwards until his body was caught between Ryder's and the door of their cabin. "MINE," the beast echoed as it spilled its need from Ryder's lips. "I need you. Now."     

 

 

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