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Brainiac should have known this would degenerate into a debacle.

The experiment had begun with purely innocent intentions. Lyle had been assigned to an away mission for the entire month, and Querl had decided he would surprise him with Earth flowers in his quarters upon his return. It was his understanding that human tradition was to present one’s lover with blooming flora as a sign of affection; Lyle was Brainiac’s intended, so it was only logical to indulge in this custom. Granted, he’d been a little confused by it at first -giving dying plants as a courtship gift seemed a bit inappropriate- but he’d eventually decided that animate flowers would be infinitely superior and that Lyle would no doubt appreciate the good intentions either way.

To that end he’d quickly gone planetside and procured the finest rosebush he could find, a Louis XIV of excellent quality with glossy leaves the color of Querl’s inner thighs and red blooms so deep they were almost purple. It was flawless in every way save the exorbitant price, which he’d quickly informed them was price gouging despite laws implemented to prevent such things.

He’d paid it anyway.

Once he’d wrangled the dirty thing into a glittering hard light vessel he’d constructed specifically for that purpose, Brainiac took it straight to Lyle’s quarters and positioned it next to the long set of windows that looked outwards at the sun. Stepping back, he’d nodded his approval, visually enchanted by the velvety way the petals shone in the glow of Earth’s star. Querl was convinced Lyle would no doubt find them aesthetically pleasing as well.  

And that had been perfectly acceptable…at first. But upon watering it the following day Brainiac had begun to think that perhaps it was a bit small, nowhere near big enough for someone like Lyle. Why, you could just barely see it from the entryway! Still, there was really nowhere else to put it with how cluttered the earthling’s rooms were, and that started Querl on the mental path to inventing a formula intended to make it grow at a more exponential rate.  That way, by the time Lyle came home, it would be a fitting tribute to someone so sublime.

He’d never meant for this to happen.   It’s the scent he notices before anything else; not unpleasant necessarily, but so strong that he can smell it from the moment he turns the corner. How could one bush produce so much fragrance? Impossible! Yet his olfactory nerves would beg to disagree, and soon he’s standing in front of Lyle’s door with no small amount of trepidation.

He realizes how wise that wariness is the moment he opens the door and dozens of vines come bursting at him from all sides, rose petals drifting down into his hair and all over the corridor. Eyes wide, Querl puts one hand over his agape mouth and peeks into Lyle’s quarters, praying to Metron that no one walks up at that precise moment to catch him in such a state.

Exponential rate, indeed.   

Lyle’s living room is an absolute jungle of dark, delicate roses. Far from simply being big, the bush has grown to gigantic, enormous, and all-together mammoth proportions from one simple vial of Querl’s advanced vegetation nourishment. Its thorny vines invade and coil around every available surface, enfolding chairs, tables, couches and anything else that it comes into contact with in a mantel of blossoms. Oddly enough, it’s a rather considerate plant; it somehow managed not to break any of Lyle’s things when it engulfed the room.

Very beautiful, he thinks, stepping inward. The roses dangle and sway gently above his head, crunching softly beneath his boots where he has no choice but to trample them. They twist around the windows, the blooms a bold and vibrant frame against the backdrop of a starry sky, like a brilliant oil canvas brought to life that spills like wine onto the floor below. Some artsy individuals might do this sort of thing intentionally, and if it weren’t for the fact that Lyle is going to be home any minute Querl would actually take some time to study it. He hadn’t been expecting the growth formula to be quite this potent, and he’s curious if the reaction is specific to this breed of rose or if it’s something to do with the serum itself.  

But now is not the time for that.

He turns back, somehow finagling the vines back into Lyle’s room with his forcefield before closing it back up and running a flustered hand through his hair.

"…No … I’m just saying… Just, if he asks, specifically inquiring if it was me: It wasn’t.”

"…. It should be fixed before he notices anyways!"

"Riiiiight."

I based this drabble off this lovely little piece of artwork.

onlyoccasionallyvisible! This one's for jooooo my beloved mindtwin!

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“So…what do you think?”

Brainiac rolls his eyes and swallows down an impatient sigh, simultaneously cursing and thanking whichever deity had decided that Lyle and he would make an effective mated pair. It was a rather new development in their personal lives and one that Querl was actually quite enthusiastic about, but that didn’t mean he necessarily enjoyed the constant interruptions to his work that dating Lyle provided. Granted, some were more pleasurable than others and it was easy to like those, but he could only assume that he’d grow used to the rest of them over time.

Lyle is, to be frank, worth the effort.

Pushing away from the computer consol, Querl spins around to find his lover posing comically near the entryway, hands planted firmly on his hips and chest puffed out like he’s auditioning to be Superman’s sidekick. He also finds that…Lyle has redesigned his uniform. Completely. From top to bottom. Gone is the nearly monochromatic look from years past, replaced with an attractive geometric pattern that accentuates Lyle’s hips in a way that draws the eyes almost seductively down his body. Querl can feel his jaw going slack as the other Legionnaire quirks an eyebrow and turns in a slow semi-circle, pausing to glance back at him over his shoulder with a pleased smile.

“You like it.” It is a statement and not a question; all Brainiac can do in response is nod mutely as his eyes travel helplessly down the straight line of Lyle’s spine to the tops of his thighs. Stop staring at his butt, Dox! He forces his gaze back up to the uniform’s other new addition, a hood with even less practicality than the headband it apparently replaced.

“It has a hood.”

“Obviously.”

“Why?”

Lyle frowns and walks over to nudge Querl’s knees apart so that he can stand inbetween them. “Why’s part of your uniform purple, jerk?” He crosses his arms and bends down at the waist, compelling Brainiac to meet his gaze as he purses his lips together in a way that is either kissable or petulant. In truth, Querl is inwardly debating whether or not to test the theory, but the look in Lyle’s eyes tells him it probably isn’t a kiss anyway so he doesn’t bother.

Still, he can’t help but answer the challenge in Lyle’s tone with a teasing one. “I’ll have you know that purple and green happen to go very well together. I’ve been told on numerous occasions that the shade I chose sets off my complexion. What good is your hood other than preparing you for the eventuality of a light rain shower?”

“Nasshead,” Lyle whispers affectionately before oozing down into Querl’s lap with almost unbelievable grace. The straddling motion sends his heart beating frantically against his ribcage; he doesn’t quite know what to do with his hands suddenly…or any other part of himself for that matter. Sometimes Brainiac wishes that this relationship came with a manual, yet he can’t deny that there’s a part of him loving the exhilaration of every new touch and sensation.

Using his knees to squeeze Querl’s hips, Lyle slides in so that their mouths are within a hair’s breath of touching. “Don’t you think it’s sexy? I was going for sexy.” The chair tilts back with an ominous creak, threatening to spill them both out as Lyle cages Brainiac in between his arms and the weight begins to shift. The change in proximity fills his senses with Lyle all in one fell swoop, nothing left but to stare into a sea of chocolate brown flecked with precious bits of copper, to feel the heat of his body radiating against his own.

However, as lovely as all that is, he’s can’t just give in. They have an ongoing lifetime of competition to maintain, afterall.

“You’re fishing for adulation.”

“Hey! You’re mean, you know that?!” The other teen’s breath absolutely reeks of coffee, and it makes Brainiac wonder how long Lyle’s kept himself awake making this new uniform. “I should leave you here to play with your toys by yourself. Clearly you don’t deserve my sexiness.”

Querl bites at the inside of his cheek to hold in the laughter and lifts up his legs so until they cradle the back of Lyle’s thighs,. “Metron’s Chair! Peace at last!” he says, but the words come out shaking with mirth, and he takes that moment to snake one arm around Lyle’s waist to hold him captive. 

“Stay…the new uniform really is rather fetching.”

“Well, I don’t know if I want to now…”

Opinion on;

Character in general: lYLE. lylelylelylelyle. how do I even put into words. PZH Legion was the first Legion I got into and I loved Lyle and his dumb headband so much.How they play them: Is the mun secretly Lyle Norg pretending to be a rper pretending to be Lyle Norg???? The answer is probably yesThe Mun: Super nice and awesome and sometimes i stare silently wishing to be their friend  talented and all around great!

Do I:

RP with them: not as often as i want because i'm a dumb potatoWant to RP with them: desperately 

What is my;

"" He insisted, through shaking breathless gasps, quickly trying to push himself off the ground. ""

At the very least his heart wasn’t beating hard enough to hurt by the time Invisible Kid found him. Not at a hundred percent yet, but he was getting better. Counting the tiles helped a little, reminded him where he was; that he was supposed to be somewhere safe, and not in the danger his senses kept trying to insist he was in. He tried to force himself to breath normal, to appear okay. It was bad enough the Titans had seen him freak out like this, the idea of a member of the Legion finding out about one, only added to the dread already sitting like led in his stomach.