vax'ildan has indeed turned the crow's nest into it's namesake, stacking it high with pillows from... well, everywhere. one of shaun's satin beaded pillows, one of his own, one stolen from essek's room, and a few more, just for kicks. it's made the space pretty comfortable, and he's wrapped up tightly in his wings when fjord makes himself known.
vax experiences two emotions at the same time. his first is a hint of arousal; fjord's entrance is grand, indeed, and he holds himself like a ship captain. he holds with him a sense of authority, one that makes vax'ildan feel a little... well. he would be willing to take some discipline from this captain, that's for sure.
the other emotion that hits him is annoyance. he's worked hard on this crow's nest, dammit, and fjord is ruining it all! he was comfortable, and now he's being challenged.
good thing vax is competitive.
instead of a frown, a smirk creeps onto his face, and he sits up, leaning against the wooden frame of the crow's nest. "go on, then. it'll not be the worst beating i've ever taken, from the looks of you."
Well, shit. Now he has to keep posturing and while he knows Vax was an adventurer too with lots of various forms of daily beatings from monsters, it doesn't sit well with him to hear it.
"While you're all tucked in like that? I'll be punching feathers."
He kneels down, crawling across the pillows to sit between Vax's legs. He has a nice view, reaching out to trace a line of beads in black hair, if allowed.
talking shit is vax's speciality. square up, fjord. he can take you.
but even as fjord kneels down to him, vax'ildan retreats further into his wings, like a turtle in their shell. all the while, that grumpy expression sits on his face, challenging fjord onward.
"i can take feather punches," he whispers, but the force is still behind his voice, daring him. "i am settled. it's my nest, can't you see the decorating i've done with the place?" and then there's a hand in his hair, and fjord moves closer between his knees, which fall open to accept him there.
"i don't suppose a captain would eject a stowaway with nowhere to go, would he?"
"There are plenty of other places I can think of to put you, my sweet boy."
Something about Vax's petulant behaviour makes Fjord feel older, even though he is anyway ... it's more pronounced as Vax pouts at him from behind his wings. Vax's thighs spreading is a welcoming sign (thankfully) and he sets his knees down properly, reaching out to cup that sulky face, ignoring the wings for now as he leans in for a soft kiss. Vax doesn't need to move much to meet it, if he wants it.
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vax experiences two emotions at the same time. his first is a hint of arousal; fjord's entrance is grand, indeed, and he holds himself like a ship captain. he holds with him a sense of authority, one that makes vax'ildan feel a little... well. he would be willing to take some discipline from this captain, that's for sure.
the other emotion that hits him is annoyance. he's worked hard on this crow's nest, dammit, and fjord is ruining it all! he was comfortable, and now he's being challenged.
good thing vax is competitive.
instead of a frown, a smirk creeps onto his face, and he sits up, leaning against the wooden frame of the crow's nest. "go on, then. it'll not be the worst beating i've ever taken, from the looks of you."
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"While you're all tucked in like that? I'll be punching feathers."
He kneels down, crawling across the pillows to sit between Vax's legs. He has a nice view, reaching out to trace a line of beads in black hair, if allowed.
"And you look so settled."
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but even as fjord kneels down to him, vax'ildan retreats further into his wings, like a turtle in their shell. all the while, that grumpy expression sits on his face, challenging fjord onward.
"i can take feather punches," he whispers, but the force is still behind his voice, daring him. "i am settled. it's my nest, can't you see the decorating i've done with the place?" and then there's a hand in his hair, and fjord moves closer between his knees, which fall open to accept him there.
"i don't suppose a captain would eject a stowaway with nowhere to go, would he?"
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"There are plenty of other places I can think of to put you, my sweet boy."
Something about Vax's petulant behaviour makes Fjord feel older, even though he is anyway ... it's more pronounced as Vax pouts at him from behind his wings. Vax's thighs spreading is a welcoming sign (thankfully) and he sets his knees down properly, reaching out to cup that sulky face, ignoring the wings for now as he leans in for a soft kiss. Vax doesn't need to move much to meet it, if he wants it.