Twins, assemble!

[catamite]

Who: The crew of the Three Twins, and visitors
Broadcast: nope
Action: Aboard the SS Three Twins
When: Late May, early June

[between partying on the station, working abroad, and rounds of magical madness on the planet's surface, the crew of the Three Twins must cross paths sometime. how is our intrepid, eclectic little crew doing? the audience would love to know.]

Comments

[wolfuncaged]

And yet you stamp your feet and shout like one. You demand your way is seen without offering rational explanation. These are the actions of a child.

[That...was a dangerous thing to say, and for a moment, the lyrium on Fenris' skin flickers into life. The bright blue glow shifts through the vine-like markings, a promise of a very gruesome death. He doesn't attack, though, through sheer force of will.]

I know exactly where I belong, and that is not on the chain of someone who believes he is better than me, who believes he can own me.

[catamite]

[the obvious danger makes him shrink back against the wall. and he's truly petrified--stuck there, unmoving like a stone. the only thing he has are his words, so he continues to throw them around in desperation.]

You don't belong here, either! So, just leave.

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris notices, and takes a deep breath, calming himself, willing the lyrium into dormancy again. ]

No. I will go where I please.

[To make that point, he'll brush part towards Dorian's quarters. ]

You should not have those markings, and you are a fool for revelling in them. Do not presume that gives you the right to order me around.

[catamite]

[he should probably just be relieved to be spared from violence, and be able to let the whole thing go. but all Nel sees in that moment is his safe place--the one thing he has left of his own--being violated. his last little bit of space is being taken over by the one person who doesn't have the right. and that person is also heading towards what he can only imagine will be ignition point of something worse happening.

so, Nel just has to blurt back at Fenris as he's being brushed past, even as he flinches in on himself.]

--I'm not going to listen to some ghuiya'lhn!

[and there's that word again, with Nel's voice cracking over it.]

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris stops, his shoulders tensing. He hates that word, and it just makes him think of his sister. For the hate and disgust she had for him, for setting her free in a life he no longer remembers. He takes a long, deep breath, closing his eyes.

Nel is a fool, still clinging to a life that he knows is safe, but will slowly choke everything out of him all the same. The desire to lash out is strong, to try and shake some sense into him. He knows, though, that this comes with time. That accepting freedom is not the easiest of things. He knows these things, but it does little to ease his frustrations. ]

You keep saying that as if it makes me some filthy misbegotten thing. You are wrong, though, and one day, you will see than and realise what an idiot you have been. It is my hope you come to this realisation before you get yourself killed in your stupidity.

Now, if you'll excuse me, Dorian will be waiting for me.