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driftfleet2017-05-27 07:39 pm
sylphystia) wrote in driftfleet2017-05-27 07:39 pm
ᴀᴜᴅɪᴏ/ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ | time to get REALLY smashed
Who: Dezel and you
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Malum only.
When: Evening.
[audio;]
[The voice that graces the communicators isn't a frequent one. It's low and rough, belonging to a man who has lost something dear to him yet again. Even so, the consonants are clinical. He doesn't sound like the sort of guy who wastes time.]
For those who knew him, Sora's gone.
[He's checked every asteroid, the party, god, even some other ships. He came up empty. He runs his thumb invisibly over the wayfinder Sora made for him way back when-- a good luck charm for the seraph with incredibly bad luck.
There's never enough time.]
Maybe he'll be happy at home. Who knows.
[He doesn't know what else to add, so he just shuts off the feed and goes to work.]
[action; Malum]
[Even on his worst days, Dezel doesn't burn food. He works his shift but he lingers afterward with a few bottles of bootlegged wine. A lot of people can't see him so he sits out of the way, hoarding a whole table to himself. Sometimes the little glass moves by itself, if someone's looking. But most people just pretend they didn't see anything.
He drinks instead of serving for the first time in a while, and he doesn't taste a damn thing. It's adult time now. He can't afford to think of children.]
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Malum only.
When: Evening.
[audio;]
[The voice that graces the communicators isn't a frequent one. It's low and rough, belonging to a man who has lost something dear to him yet again. Even so, the consonants are clinical. He doesn't sound like the sort of guy who wastes time.]
For those who knew him, Sora's gone.
[He's checked every asteroid, the party, god, even some other ships. He came up empty. He runs his thumb invisibly over the wayfinder Sora made for him way back when-- a good luck charm for the seraph with incredibly bad luck.
There's never enough time.]
Maybe he'll be happy at home. Who knows.
[He doesn't know what else to add, so he just shuts off the feed and goes to work.]
[action; Malum]
[Even on his worst days, Dezel doesn't burn food. He works his shift but he lingers afterward with a few bottles of bootlegged wine. A lot of people can't see him so he sits out of the way, hoarding a whole table to himself. Sometimes the little glass moves by itself, if someone's looking. But most people just pretend they didn't see anything.
He drinks instead of serving for the first time in a while, and he doesn't taste a damn thing. It's adult time now. He can't afford to think of children.]
no subject
His hat flutters over onto the table. Dezel lifts a hand to grab it, then changes his mind. His fingertips brush over Zaveid's chin instead, stroke along the angle of his jaw, trace the shell of his ear. Gentler still, he learns the precise angle of Zaveid's eyebrows and the feeling of lashes fluttering against his palm, the little bump of his smile lines.]
no subject
It all gets better (or worse, he's not sure which) when he feels a hand moving over his face, exploring the shape of him, touching him and feeling and, he realises, seeing him. Zaveid tilts, pressing into the kiss, basking in it, and doesn't move otherwise, not doing too much more than letting his lips brush over Dezel's in a handful of tiny, sweet kisses.
He wants Dezel to have all the time in the world to do whatever he wants. ]