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He’s not entirely sure why he’s let Jack convince him to do this. Especially now. Perhaps years ago, when trust was as easily given as it was received and they weren’t old and scarred and broken— Baring his soul had been easy, then.
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“Tell me your color, cariño,” Gabriel mutters. Jack’s chin is held carefully, dark eyes seeking out wide blues. The red ropes are a stark contrast to Jack’s pale skin, cutting through scars both fresh and faded, an intricate webbing that Gabriel longs to brush his lips over.
“Green, jackass."
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Hanzo does not know how he got here exactly, but he also finds it almost impossible to care. Even if his mind does wander; what would the elders think, if they saw him this way? Flushed and gasping and weak like a Shimada was not supposed to be, wanting such depraved things?
What would his ancestors think?
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It's always between him and something.
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"Like I said, you need to be more careful," said Kirin, lips quirking in faint amusement as he carefully hid the watch in the folds of his flowing robes again. "But you were always quite the stubborn one, weren't you?"
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Xephos woke up feeling colder than he had in years and with a wet ass. Which was as bewildering as it was worrying, really.
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She always looks best like this.
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“I can offer you even more than this, you know,” Kirin says as Ridge is struggling to get his shirt on again, brow furrowed in confusion and disappointment as his high fades away faster than ever and a migraine is digging its claws into his brain. “Someone as talented as you deserves a little more, don’t you think?”
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“You’re making this very hard on yourself, you know.” Ridge, smirk in place to make his words drip with poorly hidden venom, the thin veneer of pleasantness only barely holding, presses the barrel of his gun against the soft flesh under Xephos’ chin and forces him to tilt his head back.
His luck was pretty shit, lately.
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When Xephos arrived back home, the very first thing he saw – or at least the first thing noteworthy – was something that looked suspiciously like a collection of sausages without their filling, a tangle of pale, uneven worm-like things.
In their bathroom sink.
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He was a stranger here, in so many ways, and it felt like they were going to see right through him the moment he dragged his eyes away from the people surrounding him to look, really look, at this new world that he had been granted a visit to.
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He met her at a party, as these things go.
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He wasn’t meant to be a hero, always denied that very fact; but right here, with the sun beating down on him and not a trace of civilization left because everything has been buried in an early grave, he realizes once more that he never had a choice.
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Once upon a time, Ridge had been content when Xephos ran for his life and listened to his footsteps echo against the damp walls until Ridge had found him. Once, he’d been content when Xephos knelt and bent his head and just agreed with whatever Ridge was saying. But not any more.
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“Exactly what I said. Why do you make us fight?” "Who makes you do anything? I put you in an arena, tell you it’s a fight. But I don’t make you do anything."
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Xephos loves dancing, Ridge doesn't. But he has a reason to come along anyway. (Teencast)
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Xephos has trouble asking for something and Sips demands answers. Pure smut, really.
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The thing with different dimensions is that sometimes, you manage to run into yourself. Twice. Xephos doesn't mind, usually - but these two hit closer to home than he would like. (The one with three iterations of Xephos with different stories but more similarities than they like.)
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They stand in the rain and let it fall down on them, let it wash away the blood, the mud, the ache in their bones and their muscles. Everything but the ink-like purple that almost glows in the dark like his freckles used to. It washes away everything but their sins, but they don’t care much. (In which everything is tainted and nothing hurts. Or, well, everything hurts. Flux!Xephos and Nano bond the only way they know how to.)
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In which Tom is a fallen angel who is looking for some direction, and Xephos sees an opportunity. Metaphorically speaking, anyway.
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