driftfleet | Glitch

Entry tags:

Glitch

Who: Randolph Lyall and OPEN
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: On the SS Blameless and the Iskaulit
When: Sometimes after the crew of the Blameless got curious and opened the first cargo they were entrusted with.

CONTENT WARNING: All prompts will contain mentions of physical and potentially sexual abuse. I will put everything under cuts so it is easy to avoid, but please consider the whole post and comment threads as potentially containing this content.

[Broadcast/Action for people on the Blameless]

[Lyall isn't sure what has woken him up. It's still early and anyone who is not on duty is probably still asleep. All that he knows is that it hurts everywhere right now. It even hurts to breathe, his ribs tender and some of them probably broken.

He drags himself out of the bed so he can get to the bathroom and get some water to drink. Even in the low lighting of the bedroom, it is relatively easy to see that he's covered in bruises. He's walking with an obvious limp and there are marks on his back that look suspiciously like some sort of beast used him as a scratch post.

He manages, with some effort, to get to the sink and to gulp down a bit of water, but even that simple effort seems to have robbed him of what little strength he had and he sinks to the floor with a small whimper of pain.

If only he could be unconscious again.]

[Action] SS Blameless / Iskaulit

[If you have met Lyall before, it will be very, very obvious that something is wrong with him.

He is dressed to the nines as he always is, and with his customary suit, very little of the bruises actually show. But the ordinarily discreet werewolf seems to try and be even more inconspicuous than he normally does. He is making himself as small and unobtrusive as possible when out and about. The limp is still there, even if he tries to hide it, and his face doesn't let anything show even though he is pretty much in constant pain.

He is also very, very skittish right now. He is avoiding crowds, and any loud noise is likely to make him jump quite badly.

Aboard the SS Blameless, he will attend to his duties as usual (or attempt to at least, if no one tries to stop him). Otherwise, he will pretty much navigate between the kitchen and Biffy's room, because he still needs his tea.

Aboard the Iskaulit, he will be doing his usually rounds to sniff out new people, although much more slowly. He probably will end up at one of the places that sell alcohol at some point, although since he can't get drunk, any attempt to drown out the hurt will unfortunately be a failure.]

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But they are.

[And talking about them is distracting him from thinking of other things too. he actually holds out a hand and uses a fingertip to trace the outline of one.]

They are so soft and fluffy... and they move with your moods.

[The ear twitches because the touch feels quite odd. It's almost like the ear is trying to bat that finger away as Biffy sighs.]

They really are not. They are so utterly in the way of me doing my hair and wearing a hat. Not to mention the trails of a tail for fashionable pants.

[Of course, the twitching only makes Lyall keep stroking the ear. It's extremely soft, with very thin and warm skin under the hair.]

They are cute. You look cute with them.

[Well, in Lyall's opinion, Biffy always looks cute when he's not busy looking dashingly handsome, and since he was so young when changed, he will always retain some of that boyish charm that seemed to attract eyes to him in London Society. In supernaturals, it's usually the eyes that betray their ages. Biffy's eyes have already changed now that he slowly nearing fifty, but he still looks just as pretty as he did twenty-five years ago.]

I wonder why a cat, though.

[And since you mentioned a tail.... let him go and stroke that too.]

Cute really is not what I was going for when I dressed today.

[Biffy sighs softly and his tail flips away from the touch for all of a second before putting up with it. Lyall can get away with anything really. Especially when he's in this state.]

I haven't the faintest idea. I am not at all a cat, after all.

[Never mind the fact that sometimes he acts that way.]

Biffy, you have always been cute, even without cat ears. Why would this change now?

[There, he said it. And of course Biffy is not a cat - although Akeldama has always kept at least one, and even two now, apparently, if rumor is to be believed. So he is used to being around them at least.

Lyall's finger gently stroke the tail, then follow it all the way to the base where it's attached to Biffy's back... and then without thinking, almost instinctively, Lyall gives a little scritch there. He remembers this being a thing most cats like and he's curious.]

I do prefer dashing or handsome.

[Biffy sighs dramatically again then shifts so Lyall can keep petting his tail. It means sitting up a little more but he doesn't mind.

Only then he starts and his back arches and he lets out such a...noise. A...purr.

Right before his face turns a brilliant shade of red.]

You can be that too.

[And then, Biffy purrs, and Lyall gives a startled blink... and scritches again, juts to make sure that it was Biffy making the sound, even though the blush pretty much confirms it.

And it does confirm other things.]

... Cute.

Lyall honestly...

[He catches his hand and brings it up to his lips to press a kiss to it. That will be enough of that. He still can't believe he made such an embarrassing sound.]

And you think Alphas are too much.

[Lyall almost resists the pull on his hand, but relaxes into the hold when he gets a kiss.]

... Biffy, how can you tell me that when you just purred?

[He's so very red.]

Certainly not with intention!

Of course not.

[But that just makes it cuter. Plus the blush...

Lyall goes for the ears again, scratching around the base of them.]

[He sighs so heavily and pointedly sits in a way that playing with the base of his tail will not be thing to be accomplished. Not without him being able to put an end to it rather quickly anyway.

.............it's unfair that touching his ears like that should feel so good.]

You are utterly impossible.

[You can be sure he will be aiming for the tail again as soon as he gets an occasion.]

That's quite rich coming from you of all people, Biffy.

[All alphas are high maintenance, but Biffy is very much so. Lyall won't complain about it, since Biffy can actually dress himself properly, but it's still not something any Alpha should complain of about anyone.]

It is because I am impossible that I can call you such. Expert knowledge.

[He offers him a gentle smile.]

Insufferable pup.

[Lyall stops fora second, then raises an eyebrow and the corner of his mouth quirks up.]

... I guess it's 'kitten', now.

Lyall. If you call me kitten then I swear I will call you Randy.

[Don't you make him pull that one out.]

[No fair, Biffy. Lyall would pout if he ever pouted.]

.... Fine.

[He really doesn't want to be called Randy. 'Dolly' is bad enough as it is.

Back to the ear scritching, then. You didn't say he couldn't do that.]

[He gives him a quick kiss and then relaxes into the scritching. Whether he wants to admit it or not, it does feel good.]

You know, you would look quite cute with ears and a tail now that I think about it.

I think I already look small enough, don't you? I already get mistaken for a fox half the time.

[Lyall's wolf form is already slight. Does he really need something that will make him look smaller?]

You're just saying that because you are embarrassed to purr.

Whether or not I am embarrassed by purring does not factor into whether or not I think you would be adorable with fox ears and a tail.

[And he would love to see it honestly.]

[If he wasn't hurting anywhere, he'd change partway just to show you.]

Of the two of us, you are the one who has the most chances of being called adorable, Biffy.

That is a matter of opinion. One I highly disagree with. You may call bias but I stand by it.

I know. You always have.

[No matter how much he protests. Sure, he knows Biffy loves him, but mostly he doesn't feel like he's all that attractive and even back then with Alessandro, he did spend a good long time wondering how the hell someone so charismatic could be attracted to him of all people.

Apparently, he has a type.]

Do we still have some ice packs here?

We do. I will have to see how cool they are at this point. I may have to go fetch some more from Ulaz.

[Gently, he slips out from Lyall's grasp, adjusting the pillow so his love won't have to move all that much and stay where he is. Then he goes to where he's stored the ice packs, feeling for the coolest one before bringing it over to Lyall.]

Here. I'll fetch some more when I go to make tea for us.

Thank you.

[He will apply that one to the side of his ribcage, where the worst of the bruising is.]

And tea would be lovely.

[He hasn't managed to eat much, although he tries but tea is good.]

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