"Yeah. Can't make it worse, we'll all have time to let it settle and maybe calm down and maybe she'll figure things out. I dunno. But I think it's probably for the best." They nuzzle into his cheek, holding him close.
"We'll need to tell Lucas sommat though. And I don't want to tell him what she said. Not proper." Something about what happened, because it's not fair to him otherwise but he doesn't need to know the details. The last thing they want is for him to think that it's his fault.
"I... hate this," he says mournfully. It hurts, even when he knows it's the right choice. Hopefully one day they will be able to forgive and move on.
But Rowan's other question diverts his attention away from that pain now. They do need to tell Lucas what happened. But he agrees with Rowan, he doesn't want Lucas to know he was the topic of it all. That won't do him any good.
"He knows I've had fights with Lilith before. We'll tell him most of the truth, that I and she both said things we couldn't forgive and that we're giving each other space. If he asks what was said, I can be honest and tell him I'm too ashamed to talk about it." Because, well, he is.
This was totally unfair! How was he supposed to restrain himself with two sexy elves torturing him like this? They'd punched all his best buttons in all at once; it was a wonder he was still conscious with all the blood in his body moving decidedly southward.
"Ha-ah, fuck, fuck," Max's voice was nothing more than a strained whisper while Astarion caressed his sack, leaving Lioriley to torment him even further with her mouth.
Her moans shot through him like flaming arrows. The most perfect soundtrack to this wild ride of pleasure. It didn't matter that they were caused by Astarion, or that he was the place where her gaze naturally gravitated because the two of them coupled up to take both sides of him like this was the hottest kind of teamwork he'd ever encountered.
The both of them were about to get really messy very soon if they didn't do something to hold Max back. The way his cock pulsed said a lot about how close he already was to release. His whimpering was growing louder and more desperate in pitch, too, but he'd lost the foresight to warn either of them.
They hope so too. Despite everything they can't bring themself to hate Lilith, or even dislike her. Like Ren and Silent, she's trapped in a situation that isn't her fault. Even if her way of thinking hurts, they know where it comes from. But it's those different priorities that are causing their issues, and there's not much that can be done about that.
"Okay. I guess that works." They sign, resting their head on his shoulder. Not being able to tell Lucas the whole truth hurts, but it's better than the alternative. "The whole thing's a fucking mess. I don't want to brush it under the carpet, not exactly, but I wish it'd go away."
"And then what? It would have happened some other time. And she'd have walked off thinking she said the right thing. I mean, she still does, but just maybe she'll think about it." And she did say that she shouldn't have said it to Max at least. Which is... something. Not much, but something.
"Sometimes this crap is inevitable. Don't make it pleasant, but inevitable. It's just a right pain in the arse." Gently, they poke Max's shoulder. "But not no one's fault, so don't start thinking that."
[ She claps the tome shut and heads for the door; a minute or so later, Max will hear the patter of feet as she rounds the corner. And when she spots him -- all the thorny awkward stuff she wants to tell him goes to the back of her mind, and she closes the distance at a scamper to throw her arms around his waist. ]
A heavy sigh seeps out of him. Now, or sometime in the future... was this really always inevitable?
"I'll try not to. Right now it just... hurts a lot." And it's easier to be angry with himself than someone else but that's not right either. He knows that.
The moment he hears her, he starts bracing. And he knows he's right to do so as she comes around the corner and scampers for him with her arms open. She catches him around the waist and he folds down to wrap her in his arms moments later.
"Holy shit you smell good, I forgot that you smell really good," she says, muffled against his shirt, before pulling back to look up at him. "It's good to see you, Max."
"I know." They kiss his brow, hugging him in tightly. "Means you care. But try not to think about it too much for now?" They know it's asking a lot, but there's not much that can be done until Lilith is ready to come to them, so it's best to try and put it aside.
[A soft little chuckle, and Vax obligingly switches it over to video, revealing that he's naked in a bed somewhere. It takes him a minute to figure out how to have his face in the frame as well as what Max wants to see, but he makes it work. He's not focusing that hard on touching himself yet, just kinda teasing at it.]
Max laughs at the compliment. He probably smells like coffee and bread considering where he spends most his days. That, and the spiced cologne he wears.
"It's good to see you, too." He has a sudden urge to just hoist her right up into his arms. He resist. Barely.
"Hey. Are you okay?" Not that he minds the exuberant hugs but... it does make him wonder if there's more to it.
"Okay," he says meekly. "I'll try." He will. Ultimately, there's nothing else he can do now.
He presses his weight into Rowan, grateful for their comfort, hopeful that he's as much comfort for them too. It must be just as hard for them, just as painful.
[Max's warm smile will be showing back as he turns his own video on, too. He's sitting out at the aforementioned kitchen counter having a whiskey and soda nightcap. He's only visible from waist up at the moment, but there's no clothes in sight. Just those glorious washboard abs dominating the frame.]
Oh yes. That's much better. You're a sight for sore eyes. Only wish I could get my hands into your hair right now.
"Yeah, I'll be fine. It ain't... it's sad, and I was fucking pissed at her earlier, but. I dunno." They wish they could tell Max all of the truth, but Lilith being a werewolf isn't their truth to tell. As much as they hate keeping it from him, they promised. "I guess I'm disappointed in her more than anything else. Thought she knew better." They give a little shrug.
"I'm fine, I'm okay!" Though as soon as she says it, her ears kind of droop back.
"I mean I'm not hurt or anything, no need to worry. We, mm, I do have some stuff I ... Do you have time to talk?" She winces, hearing herself. "Gods, sorry, I didn't mean to spring a big conversation on you right out the gate."
He nods in agreement. "Yeah. Yeah..." He can't seem to find more to say than that. Anything that won't lead to him wanting to apologize again, that is.
Max would be tempted to point out that not injured didn't always mean the same as being okay, but she already sounds like she wants to talk so that doesn't really need to be said.
"Hey, it's okay. I told you, any time at all I'm here to listen. I have all day. But, we should probably head back to your room first, huh?"
Having been invited, it doesn't take long for Marcus to take advantage of Max's offer to drop by his room and help himself to baked goods. The fact that Max isn't there when he does it makes no difference - some might scruple and raiding a man's goodie stash when he isn't present, even if invited, but Marcus has never had that particular principle.
Which means that Max will return one day to find Marcus leaning on his table and eating whatever cookie was closest to hand. He gives his unwitting host a wave with the half-eaten cookie and swallows, not at all embarrassed to be found here. "Evening."
"Oh, milk'd be brilliant." Marcus has not helped himself to that, amazingly, though he did check the contents of fridge and freezer. He knew Max liked baking and wasn't sure of the consequences of drinking all his milk, so he'd left it alone.
"I like your place. Lots of personality." He'd had a nice half hour looking at all the drawings and art (he's pretty sure one piece is just someone's breasts pressed against the paper), though he didn't snoop too much. He didn't have much reason to do more than a look and a rattle of the bedroom doorknob.
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Date: 2021-07-11 07:41 pm (UTC)"We'll need to tell Lucas sommat though. And I don't want to tell him what she said. Not proper." Something about what happened, because it's not fair to him otherwise but he doesn't need to know the details. The last thing they want is for him to think that it's his fault.
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Date: 2021-07-11 07:50 pm (UTC)But Rowan's other question diverts his attention away from that pain now. They do need to tell Lucas what happened. But he agrees with Rowan, he doesn't want Lucas to know he was the topic of it all. That won't do him any good.
"He knows I've had fights with Lilith before. We'll tell him most of the truth, that I and she both said things we couldn't forgive and that we're giving each other space. If he asks what was said, I can be honest and tell him I'm too ashamed to talk about it." Because, well, he is.
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Date: 2021-07-11 08:06 pm (UTC)"Ha-ah, fuck, fuck," Max's voice was nothing more than a strained whisper while Astarion caressed his sack, leaving Lioriley to torment him even further with her mouth.
Her moans shot through him like flaming arrows. The most perfect soundtrack to this wild ride of pleasure. It didn't matter that they were caused by Astarion, or that he was the place where her gaze naturally gravitated because the two of them coupled up to take both sides of him like this was the hottest kind of teamwork he'd ever encountered.
The both of them were about to get really messy very soon if they didn't do something to hold Max back. The way his cock pulsed said a lot about how close he already was to release. His whimpering was growing louder and more desperate in pitch, too, but he'd lost the foresight to warn either of them.
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Date: 2021-07-11 08:06 pm (UTC)"Okay. I guess that works." They sign, resting their head on his shoulder. Not being able to tell Lucas the whole truth hurts, but it's better than the alternative. "The whole thing's a fucking mess. I don't want to brush it under the carpet, not exactly, but I wish it'd go away."
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Date: 2021-07-11 08:14 pm (UTC)"If only I was better with this... if I hadn't snapped at her maybe it could have blown over just like it has before."
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Date: 2021-07-11 08:24 pm (UTC)"Sometimes this crap is inevitable. Don't make it pleasant, but inevitable. It's just a right pain in the arse." Gently, they poke Max's shoulder. "But not no one's fault, so don't start thinking that."
it's okay <3
Date: 2021-07-12 02:08 am (UTC)Okay, I'm in Spring now but I might not completely remember which room it is. Help me out here?
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Date: 2021-07-12 10:04 am (UTC)You'd make it so good, I know you would.
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Date: 2021-07-12 05:29 pm (UTC)"I'll try not to. Right now it just... hurts a lot." And it's easier to be angry with himself than someone else but that's not right either. He knows that.
action - prose okay?
Date: 2021-07-12 10:58 pm (UTC)"It's so good to see you. I really missed you."
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Date: 2021-07-13 02:15 am (UTC)Hey now, are you taking care of yourself over there and not even letting me watch? That's no fair.
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Date: 2021-07-16 08:20 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2021-07-17 11:10 pm (UTC)Better?
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Date: 2021-07-19 07:17 pm (UTC)"It's good to see you, too." He has a sudden urge to just hoist her right up into his arms. He resist. Barely.
"Hey. Are you okay?" Not that he minds the exuberant hugs but... it does make him wonder if there's more to it.
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Date: 2021-07-20 09:28 pm (UTC)He presses his weight into Rowan, grateful for their comfort, hopeful that he's as much comfort for them too. It must be just as hard for them, just as painful.
"Are you going to be okay?"
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Date: 2021-07-21 05:33 pm (UTC)Oh yes. That's much better. You're a sight for sore eyes. Only wish I could get my hands into your hair right now.
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Date: 2021-07-21 07:30 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2021-07-22 05:07 pm (UTC)"Want to lay down and cuddle for a little while?"
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Date: 2021-07-22 06:55 pm (UTC)"Hey, it's okay. I told you, any time at all I'm here to listen. I have all day. But, we should probably head back to your room first, huh?"
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Date: 2021-07-22 10:53 pm (UTC)Which means that Max will return one day to find Marcus leaning on his table and eating whatever cookie was closest to hand. He gives his unwitting host a wave with the half-eaten cookie and swallows, not at all embarrassed to be found here. "Evening."
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Date: 2021-07-22 11:31 pm (UTC)"Oh. Hey there. Glad you found the stash." Max continues in the door and casually saunters into the kitchen, loosening his tie as he goes.
"Did you want a glass of milk? The fudge ones can stick in your throat sometimes."
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Date: 2021-07-22 11:45 pm (UTC)"I like your place. Lots of personality." He'd had a nice half hour looking at all the drawings and art (he's pretty sure one piece is just someone's breasts pressed against the paper), though he didn't snoop too much. He didn't have much reason to do more than a look and a rattle of the bedroom doorknob.