have you forgotten that you're godless?

"oh."  well,  that  was  a  valid  point  elias  couldn't  deny.  surely,  even  demigods  didn't  go  around  pushing  people  they  aren't  interested  in  into  walls  like  this  -  bodies  almost  one,  warm  &  soft  against  one  another."uhhh,  right.  yeah..  i  uhh,  yeah."  okay  okay.  not  ideal  circumstances,  but  ...  he  might  still  be  able  to  salvage  this.  dev  didn't  run  yet.

he chuckled again, twice, in such a short time, that was unlike him but this big man melting under him it was amusing to watch. delightful to feel, hands on his body, lips on his neck, claiming, taking but also offering, in his own way. "i think the chemistry's fine, don't you?" he asks, he can't fanthom elias not having noticed the signs he was putting out, drawing dev in like this.

he  liked  books.  books  were  gentle.  books  were  quiet,  they  didn't  talk  back  &  they  didn't  make  him  nervous.  he  didn't  ramble  around  books  -  though  he  often  found  himself  rambling  about  them,  which  ..  was  not  good  when  he  was  trying  to  impress  people.  but  ...still..  he  was  fine.  it  was  all  fine.  the  ark  &  being  here  wasn't  so  bad  actually.  sansa  was  out  &  about  right  now  -  he  was  trying  to  let  tristan's  advice  ....take  root.  he  was  trying  not  to  helicopter  dad  her,  especially  because  the  ark  was  safe.  right?  yeah.

busy  reading  through  the  backs  of  books  -  looking  for  a  very  special  one  to  help  him  find  out  what  happened  to  his  father,  he  didn't  hear  or  see  dev  coming.  little  grin  on  his  lips  when  he  found  it,  he  made  a  little  hah  sound,  which  quickly  turned  into  a  little  oh  when  a  tall,  warm  body  pressed  him  into  the  shelf.  confused...  was  probably  a  good  word  to  describe  his  mental  state  until  eyes  roam  to  find  a  hand  on  his  &  words  were  rumbled  against  his  neck.

"no one's gonna catch us." he whispered in his ear, lips tracing his skin, hands feeling his body up as he turned elias around. big lug of a man but he was all soft, not at all what dev had expected but he knew that now.

"this can't wait." he pressed their lips together, having to lean forward to reach his lips, hand on his hair while the other guided elias' hands down. he was all ready for him, biting into his lips as it went from sort of, almost sweet to pure want. "i think you'll enjoy taking care of it right here... where you like so much."

HIs lips pursed, and he hummed in thought, bringing a hand up to twist at the stubble on his chin, theatrically so. "Definitely the title, but we can see what prize you can win for being the most unfortunate. Anything you're in desperate need of, besides sleep or a break?" He'd help if he could, still unsure what exactly he could offer short of taking the others abilities away from him to give him some peace, but that wasn't an option.

"well..." dev started, shaking his head slightly, "i'm not sure, really. distraction, maybe. i got used to having a whole city moving around me, the chaos was distracting. if not, i could always go to a pub or a club." here options were far more limited. he made do, but it was not the same.

"I don't sleep," he said with a shrug, "my father's power lies in the night sky so that means in the middle of the night, when it's completely dark, I feel at my strongest." He was used to it now, mostly. "It's a great time to read, or walk of just...sit and exist, but it means that during the day I'm a little more out of sorts." He slapped a hand to Dev's shoulder, letting it rest there, "but yeah, I'd say you're still the unlucky one."

"i suppose that can be a hassle, so i'll give you that." he mused, a hand running through his hair, "what do i get for it? or just the title of unfortunate? cause to be fucking honest i'm quite done with it." his words were true, even if spoken with some humor, what little of it he could muster. a sign perhaps, of how he actually enjoyed the other's company.

did  he  really  come  to  talk  or  had  he  come  ehre  for  another  reason  entirely?

like  what,  though?

"….it's  just  us  here,  nobody  locks  the  door."  right?  damn,  was  he  the  only  one  not  locking  their  door?  was  he  too  naive  when  it  came  to  this?  then  again,  the  shit  they  faced…  a  little  lock  on  a  door  wouldn't  exactly  change  the  world  now,  would  it?  well,  dev  didn't  feel  like  a  threat.  a  little  intimidating,  maybe,  but  not  a  threat.  he  just  had  that  aura  to  him;  all  dark  &  gloomy,  but  ..elias  wasn't  afraid.  he  was  tall,  too.  so  tall.  so  dreamy.

"…great.  that  makes  me  feel  better.  how…  do  you  do  it?  how  can  you  see  it  and  …  not  mind?"  did  he  mind?  did  it  bother  him?  he  seemed..calm,  mostly.  maybe  a  little  too  calm.  "i  mean..  i'm  trying  not  to  die."  like,  for  a  long  …long  time  if  he  could.

"uhhh…  no….?"  question  mark?  he  was  surprised,  if  anything  &  confused,  maybe  feeling  a  little  shy.  he  didn't  come  home  to  handsome  semi-strangers  waiting  in  his  cabin  for  him  all  the  time.  or  male  ones  anyway.  when  it  came  to  this,  the  fact  he  was  thor's  son…  had  been  a  blessing,  because  so  far  from  home,  he  didn't  feel  like  he  had  to  hide  who  he  truly  was.  what  he  truly  wanted.  he  could  indulge,  not  in  the  dark  -  not  in  the  shadows,  but  just  ….  indulge.  right?  sure,  he'd  …possibly  sent  signals  to  dev,  though  sharing  his  coffee  had  been  ..a  friendly  gesture,  not  …one  with  a  deeper  meaning.  or  had  it  been?  was  that  how  it  came  across?

&  sure,  he'd  ….been  eyeing  him.  who  could  blame  him?  elias  was  a  starved,  closeted  man  who  was  presented  with  tall,  dark  &  mysterious  eyecandy.  who  the  hell  could  blame  him  for  appreciating  the  sight?  for  wanting  to  ….  dip  a  toe  into  new  waters?  his  back  hit  the  wooden  wall  of  his  little  home  with  a  thud  &  his  breath  caught  in  his  throat.  dev  ..  was  everywhere,  in  his  sight,  his  nose,  his  lungs.  his  personal  space.

"who said i don't mind it?" he questions, expression as blank as it had been a few seconds ago, bodies still close as he examined the other. "you can get used to tragedy. it's never pretty, specially lately, but there's only so many headless people you can see before it becomes..." he sighs, a dull sickness. dread, building up, horror, a wall to put through, hard exterior to keep it from bringing him down.

he had seen enough death even before the visions.

"no..." he believes him, and it's... he doesn't know what it is, elias is hard to figure out. or maybe he is just unlike the people dev is used to. either way, this is not what he expected, he considers pulling away but then decides he came too far for that.

"hmm," he hums, letting him go on, all too happy to be praised, whatever elias' game is. then he chuckles, dark and sweet, such a big man to be fumbling for words. feeling? whatever could he feel but lust, loneliness perhaps, looking for comfort in the wrong place. probably all of it. "i wouldn't be pushing you against the wall if i wasn't into men, elias."

Dev was someone Armando had interacted with more than the others, perhaps their closeness in age offered a little more comfort and familiarity in their life experiences, as radically different as they may be, as opposed to the younger, more eager spirited members of the ark.

Despite all that, watching, whatever it was that had just happened, was still a perplexing thing to witness, but he allowed Dev the time he needed.

"Don't apologise," he finally spoke, "and no, no, you started doing that thing again so I stopped." He paused, a thoughtful gaze lingering on Dev for a few seconds longer. "You alright? That seemed like a rough...whatever that was..."

"That's what I get..." He says simply, images of death and despair filling his head until he could focus on the present again. "Got a real lucky draw with my dad I guess." He wouldn't mention it but being surrounded by demigods who could fly and shit made him a little bitter. Or well, more bitter. "It's always rough. But hey, I didn't see you dead this time."

"but  that’s…  you  always  go  into  unlocked  cabins?  i  guess  that’s  a  stupid  question.”  he  had  the  answer  right  here  inside  his  cabin.  well,  okay.  that  still  didn’t  quite  explain  …why.

“okay….?”  what?  what  the  fuck?  he  …  was  going  to  die?  was  that  a  trick?  eyes  chase  the  other’s,  hoping  to  gauge  how  serious  he  was  by  watching  them,  watching  him  …  as  he  moved  closer?  what  was  happening?  “when?  what  ...what  happened?  if  i’m  doomed,  why..  why  are  you  here?”  dev  was  about  the  only  friend  in  camp.  were  they  friends?  kinda?  they  shared  spit  &  coffee,  that  was  more  than  he  shared  with  most…  ever.

"we're all doomed, son of thor. i just saw... a few ways, it could've happened." he explains, eyes scanning his face. he wasn't running scared, not yet. hm. "didn't though. not so far..."

"are you playing coy?" he asks, elias doesn't seem coy, he offered his coffee, he looked like someone who knew he wanted, and wanted it known. dev was not one to flirt around, not in a place like this, not when there was so much at stake, direct and quick to the point. as distant as he could be, preferably, that was his strategy. he didn't expect to catch eyes like this, but then... people got lonely. human nature, perhaps. that too, led to doom. "you're not... well," he shakes his head, leads elias into a wall, in his own home. this is... nice, he likes it. the way he shifts, the way he tries to keep up not scared, intrigued, maybe.

Masyn let out a groan as he rolled his neck. The muscles in his neck popping as he did so. He looked over at the other man and offered him a small smirk. "Sorry man. Late night." Masyn said with a sheepish grin as he felt the other man's eyes on him. "How are you doing tonight?" Masyn asked the other man curiously.

intimidation, it seemed, didn't work as intended. there was something about this guy, dev wasn't sure he liked it. he sure as hell didn't trust it. "right..." he mused, letting him talk, not offering much. "you didn't strike me as a couch potato." though, to be fair, dev was fairly used to his apartment in london, to fast food a block away, endless supply of coffee and booze and drugs and whatever the hell else one might need to turn their brain off. fuck, he missed that. "i never thought i'd fucking miss london."