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[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[It does not, but perhaps he doesn't need it after all. Fuck knows he was usually bad at reading the room anyway.

So instead of answering King's question, he ducks his head low - kissing juncture of King's jaw and neck. And then lower still, past the purpling marks left by his own hands to place a series of chaste kisses below them. A strip at the very base of King's neck]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ He exhales slightly when Intensity avoids the painful skin, some of the tension seeping out again.

And after a moment, he tips his head back to give Intensity better access to the rest of it, fingers pressing just a bit harder into his back. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[When he's done at the base of the neck, he'll kiss a similar ring right under King's jaw. Not hard enough to leave a mark. And purposefully avoiding the dark ring of skin.

And one final brush of lips against King's forehead before he settles down against him once more, arms wrapping around him tightly]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Is this like an apology?

Well, either way - he rumbles his approval low in his throat, eyes falling closed at the kiss to his forehead, and pulls him in close when he finally settles.

Surely if he just holds onto him tight enough, rest will happen. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[(Shush, you. We don’t use the a-word in this house. He’s never had a need for it before.)

But it appears that King’s tireless patience and exhausting of every other alternative has finally paid off.

Because gradually Intensity’s grip loosens and his breathing evens out. And he finally goes the fuck to sleep.

Perhaps the first proper sleep in over a week.]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Hallelujah!

He smiles a little to himself when he feels Intensity go slack, but his own grip doesn't loosen at all. Keeping him close and secure as he sleeps.

He said he'd keep watch this time after all, so that's what he intends to do. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Hope King is prepared for a lot of dead noodle weight then.

Intensity barely moves save for when he jerks himself half awake, staring at King through unfocused eyes (or eye since it's remarkable clear when one eye is turned off which one is fake), pulls King close to him, and then proceeds to pass out again.]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ ... Cute...

King doesn't release his grip the entire time Intensity sleeps - just holds on while getting lost in his own thoughts, Intensity's rhythmic breathing and steady heartbeat in the otherwise quiet room going a long way toward easing some of the ever-present tension.

Whenever Intensity next comes to - however long that may be - he'll feel fingers threading in and out of his hair, absently. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[When he jerks awake next, he blinks in confusion at the sensation. Then at King. And then at the room because this is most definitely not his room.

Where the...? When the...?

But you know what, fuck it.

Just settles back down against King's chest and enjoys the quiet for a few moments]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ That's fine. He doesn't say anything, either.

But his hands do still for a moment, before one wanders to brush the back of his fingertips along Intensity's cheek. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Huffs]





Yes. Yes. I feel marginally less shitty than before. Low bar.

[You got your apology.

And now your thanks.

He is just full of the charisma and gratitude today]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Yes, isn't King so very lucky?

King with his low low standards.

He just smiles a little to himself before shifting to press a kiss to Intensity's forehead, a mirror of what Intensity had done earlier. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Tilts his head to look up at King with his brow furrowed]

What?

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Perplexingly(?), he just looks serene. ]

Nothing.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Serene. What's that? Never heard of her.

And after a long pause:]








Before the Damned joined our ranks, Azzy was supposed to come and personally recruit people to the side of Vengeance.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Wow way to harsh the mood!!

His hands still altogether. ]


... What?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[King's low low standards]

Never encountered one though. Maybe they were too good at hiding it. Maybe Azzy never even bothered to show.

Or maybe the ratings were so low they instead only brought in Damned that wouldn't know subtle villainy if it bit them in the ass.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ This isn't the most unexpected twist Intensity has led them down in even the past 12 hours, so, it's fine. ]

Disappointed?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Don't you get tired of not making progress?

[puzzlekeeper]

Of course I do.

It was more of a rhetorical question.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Then my rhetorical answer is yes. I'm disappointed. And tired. Of many things.

Of repetition.

And complacency.

And waiting.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ A low sigh ]

Yes.

I feel much the same.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Muttering something unintelligible as he settles back down against King]

Saw your Court before they were shipped out?

[puzzlekeeper]

[ And his hands go right back to threading into Intensity's hair. ]

Only one of them.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[The tension starts to bleed out of him (perhaps unintentionally) as Intensity shifts to give King better access. And also to give himself better access to he can run the back of his fingers along the line of King's collarbone]

Settled all the mysteries of the past that you were aiming for?