Feint within a Feint

I love: “Getting under people’s skin. Getting a rise is all too entertaining.” I feel: “Disturbingly good about life in general..” I hide: “That I’ve still not come to terms with that one mission that went wrong.” I miss: “Being out in the field as much as I used to be.” I wish: “I could make the past pains and insecurities of my closest friends vanish. Also that Otoae would stop knitting me incredibly itchy jumpers.” ~ (Uhhhh, I’d like to tag @leather-binding, @durmandpriorities, @appleseller, @zephyr-sanctum, @dirt-salad, @orderofwhispers with your favourite toon, or one we play together with. c: No pressure!)

The Not-Quite-Genuine-Historian’s problem was easily solved however, reaching up he pushed his useless, steamed-up, spectacles up to the top of his head to eventually be hidden by his slow-curling hair. Luckily he required his glasses more for reading than anything else, without them and with a little squinting he could easily make out the neatly spaced lines of dark, carved baths in the subtly rich shared bathing space of the Priory’s Magisters. Everything about the room was warm, the slightly rough flooring, the heavy air, the walls. It was a norns worst nightmare, yet a blessing for other parties, the Priory was not located in the most hospitable settings. It could be sunny, mild in the lowlands but up here it was always cold and on top of that, snowing. The room wasn’t dark despite the late hour, so he had no problem at all spying the only occupied tub in the room. A screen had been pulled across, as if additional privacy was needed, and there was the faintest glow illuminating the pale haze of steam which all but confirmed the occupant of the bath to him. Huffing a small, amused breath at Lea’s obsessive desire for privacy, he set off to obliterate it. Tugging off the faded blue and grey gloves of his Priory guise, Corbin didn't make a show of masking his footsteps on the roughed slabs beneath his feet, “Magister, I have a question and it just couldn’t wait until tomorrow.” He paused just out of sight, listening to the soft splash on the other side of the panel before he poked his head around the corner. “How many Novices did you leave in tears this time?” His voice rung with amusement. Especially after taking in the sight of his beloved squinting up at him in a less than pleased fashion, one hand fumbling at the glasses he had carefully balanced on the side of the very full and very large tub. “You know this bathroom is for Magisters, Corbin. Magisters. No Historians allowed. Especially ones as insolent as you.” The sylvari sniffed at him, only pulling a thoroughly entertained laugh from the intruding human. Reaching out and emerging from behind the screen fully at last Corbin reached out to still the hand that was still roaming for the dark glasses that were just out of the sylvari’s reach then bowing down to press an affectionate kiss to Lea’s forehead to placate him. Lea issued him a tired, stern little grumble as he leaned back settling himself again, “Only a few this time.” He half grumbled and half mumbled the reply to Corbin’s playful question, “What do they expect if they keep interrupting to ask me questions and test proven theories!?” Lea huffed, the irritation was back but the tiredness had it’s claws in him as well. “That’s why they’re Novices, Lea. They’re here to learn and they’re allowed to ask questions.” He reminded his lover gently, freeing Lea’s hand to allow himself to kneel beside the tub, leaning on the edge, “Though not tricky ones, I’ll allow.” He added quickly, tracing his fingers over the sylvari’s wrist to follow one of the faintly glowing markings up the length of his arm as a sedate pace. He knew Lea was otherwise occupied at the moment, but the Novices couldn't be ignored they still needed a little guidance and this time it had fallen to this particular Magister. “How’s your project coming along?” His fingers reached Lea’s shoulder and the touch became less delicate, pressing the flat of his palm to the sylvari’s chest to rub over his collarbone, his other shoulder, repeating the motion, soothing the pent up irritation of the day. It earned Corbin a tired sigh. “Slowly. Very slowly.” Lea’s eyes slipped closed, relaxing again, “For every shaky step forward there’s more research that needs doing. It’s time consuming and even finding the relevant references takes hours and lots of walking up and down the archives. The progress is there at least, miniscule as it may be.” Corbin’s hand slipped down over the sylvari’s side, the same firm touches and sweeping circles. Lea slipped closer, turning the comforting touches into an ever more comforting embrace, sighing again as Corbins other arm slipped around him to give his other side much the same treatment. “I could just.. Really do without the Novices testing my patience and intelligence on top of everything else. They’re a tiresome distraction.” Corbin chuckled nuzzling close against the petals and leaves to press a lingering kiss to Lea’s neck, “You realise I’m often a tiresome distraction, right?” To drive his point home his fingers danced over the top of the warm, bare thighs just within his reach before settling back over his lover’s stomach. “It’s different, I choose to put up with you. The Novices are part of the job.” The sylvari fidgeted again, lifted his dripping arms to pat and fumble at Corbins hair, shoulders and fold up around his neck. He stayed quite still for a moment, enjoying the firm caresses before he sighed and shook his head. “No. No good. Not comfortable enough. You’re going to have to get in. Your lap is comfortable and I know it’s there.” The sylvari tugged unceremoniously at the human’s shoulders, irritably at the uniform. Corbin gave the neck his nose was pressed against another kiss, making a muffled noise of amusement, “So long as you’re aware a lot of that hot water you’re currently enjoying is going to be replaced with an unrelenting nuisance.” With another kiss his pushed himself up to his feet to make a good start of shedding the damp uniform. “Mmmh.. Well as previously established, the nuisance is comfortable.. And he knows just how to rub the aches out of my shoulders.”

“Absolutely nothing to speak of, I'm afraid.” He laces his fingers together as his hands rest on the desk in front of him, his shoulders lifting in a small shrug.“That's not to say that the idea of them doesn't appeal to me though!” The ever present half smile broadened, “A good few years ago I would have had no qualms about coming back with a piercing in my ear or, depending on the company and how much we'd had to drink something far more adventurous!” The prospect appears to amuse him as he leans back in his chair, his hands disengaging in favor of posing his fingers through his hair.“The same goes for tattoos, but when I was an initiate I took to heart the advice of my mentor that often it is preferable to be utterly unremarkable. Often it’s in your favor to be very easily forgotten, why risk it all for the sake of a particular piercing or some ink?” He pauses to mull over that point for a moment longer, “I mean of course you could cover them up or take them out but you know, keep things simple I guess. I’m not out in the field quite as much as I used to be now so who knows!” He chuckles, “Maybe with the right sort of bad influence I’ll wind up with one or the other?”

Mission Start!

The soft, tired admission certainly caught Corbin’s attention where he had been setting their wash-bowl back on the side, “Really? How much blood?” His voice was laced with concern, he hadn’t thought that they had been overly rough this evening, he wasn’t disposed to such antics generally. His next task was abandoned without a second thought as he hopped back up onto the rumpled covers and slid himself back over to his lover, “Show me..?” He softly requested, coaxing the sylvari up from his boneless sprawl to lean up beside him. It worried him. Deep down Corbin knew that he was more likely than not worrying over something minor. Leamh could certainly handle himself and had walked off far worse scrapes than the.. Generally minor incursions from their evenings together. It was the fact that he, Corbin, Lea’s lover, had caused some manner of injury. While they had come to expect bruises, drawing blood was an entirely different matter, and not one that Corbin wished to entertain in the slightest.

🌽: Do you love yourself fully as a person? Why or why not?

The Darnelle Sigil

Got my head in the clouds And my feet off the ground I feel like death is chasing me down

The pale glow, softly pulsing in the warm semi-darkness of the room gave the impression of gentle contentment.. The feeling far from matched in the narrowed eyes of the sylvari in question, glaring first at the human sat across from him and then directed down at the floor.. A feeling that seemed totally at odds to the hard length of the sylvari’s sex jutting proudly from its nest of dark leaves, that soft glow only drawing more attention to it. “Oh dear, Leamh..” Corbin sighed, gentle amusement colouring his tone, “I’m suspecting your mild resistance was something of a show. It certainly looks to me like you’re quite enjoying all this attention.” The humans ever-present smirk broadened ever so slightly, his eyes down and focused on the sylvari’s arousal as it bobbed, Leamh fidgeting his disapproval. “Now then.. I believe I’m correct in thinking you’ve taken on board the lone rule of the evening?” The human practically purred, slipping himself down the seat of the armchair into a slouch, resting his chin on his hand as he extended a bare foot towards the sylvari kneeling at his feet. With the gentlest of touches, he pressed against the wickedly soft petals encasing Leamh’s length, pushing up to press it against the sylvari’s stomach, pressing firmly and stroking down, pressing those petals down to reveal more of the dark, glistening head of the sylvari’s cock. “No shouting, no complaining. Only tell me about your pleasure, my prickly little rose.” The sylvari made a string of strained noises, avoided his gaze. It was going to be a long, interesting night.

Unfolding the note, Corbin pressed his lips together very firmly for a long moment as he lifted his gave to shoot a highly suspicious look out of his open office door, boring into the closed door across the narrow hallway belonging to his fellow Lightbringer. He reaches for a pot of ink, “To be quite honest, you’re better off talking to a certain Magister up at the Priory.”He replies in a light tone, his face relaxing back into it’s natural, easy going expression as he scribbles underneath the neatly passage on the paper before sliding it back across the desk, face up. The corner of his mouth twitches, either on the verge of turning up into a rediculous grin or down into grimace.The scratchy addition to the note reads, ‘Three, four at a bit of a stretch.’ accompanied with decidedly lascivious, crude smiley face.

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