#parvdog

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It's an inspiring thing, to know the youth were still interested in the old ways. Ridgedog smiled to himself as Parvis chattered on to Strife, the pair oblivious to Ridgedog floating in spectator mode as they passed beneath his boots.

He tails them through the woods, eavesdropping. "So why's can’t I do it?"

"Because, Parvis." Strife sounds so irritated, the -I said so- not worth wasting more breath on.

"C'mon! You haven't given me a single good reason." Parvis' feet work a neat dance around the ground so that he is in front of Strife, walking backwards now. His right hand clasps his left wrist behind his back, and he is bent at the waist to reduce his height and make it so that he can look up at Strife, peer up beneath the guy's sunglasses.

"I have given you -several-. One of them being that it is /dangerous/, much like your current actions." Strife keeps moving forward, steps to the left, and turns slightly to avoid the tumbling body of Parvis that is sent sprawling out with a yelp as the ground rises behind him and his heel catches.

Ridgedog giggles.

The scene below him carries on, Parvis making quick excuses for his clumsiness and distracting from the original topic of their talk. Strife entertaining him and similarly directing the conversation away from the thing that Parvis had been asking for- ---------------------------------------------------------------

"Well, here's your place, Parvis. Are you sure you don't want to rent a bed at Strife Solutions? It's much safer."

"Awww, you're all worried about lil ole me. Naw. Thanks for the offer though, Strifey. See you next week!"

With Strife taken to the air and almost out of sight, Parvis turns to enter his own base- and yells, arms flailing up in front of him, one leg coming off the ground and drawing in.

"Fuck, dude!" Parvis snaps at Ridge, who has appeared out of thin air and is floating so that his knees are at Parvis' eye level.

"Hahaha- hey, Parv!" Ridge is grinning, arms crossed in front of him. "Do you have a minute? I have something I'd like to show you." ----------------------------------------------------------------------

A snap of Ridge's fingers later, they are in a cobblestone basement somewhere. The room is lit with the dull glow of redstone torches and in the center of it sits the very thing Parvis had been hounding Strife about.

"Woah! Is that the real thing?" Parvis never waits for any sort of permission, and he's already on the steps of the blood altar, scuffing his sneakers carelessly across runes.

"As real as you or me." Ridgedog is still flying, but touches down next to Parvis as the young man reaches the top of the altar and peers into the well of it. "Would you like this one?"

"Would I ever!" Hands skim across the edge, his head cocks and he pouts. "But-"

"Ohh, but Strife! But it's dangerous! But he said so!" Ridgedog mocks Parvis' voice, delights in how easily readable and open Parvis is with his expressions that flick from indignant to questioning and the furrowing of his eyebrows together. "Don't worry about it, my friend," A smoothing over of all concerns, and Ridge lays an arm and hand across Parvis's back and onto his shoulder. "I have everything you need."

Parvis's mouth opens. Closes. His fingertips are still lingering on the cool stone, and he swears he sees the deep, blacks shaded emptiness of the well in front of him wink. "Ok. Yeah. Let's do it!" After all, Ridge was the world's admin and had been here longer. He knew better, right?

A knife appears in Ridge's other hand and is passed to Parvis, who fidgets with a sense of uncertainty as he holds the handle. "Prick your finger." There's amusement in Ridge's command.

Parvis obeys, hisses in a sharp breath as it hurts more than whatever faint idea he’d had of how it might feel. The swell of blood takes it’s time in sliding down, and he gives his hand a little shake to get it to splatter off into the well.

//At least he knew where it went.// Ridge thinks, as his firm grip on Parvis' shoulder becomes the only thing holding the newly minted blood mage up straight. Parvis' dead weight is more than Ridge cares to try to keep using one arm for and he settles his other hand on the other shoulder and steps behind him. Luckily, it's only a moments before Parvis gasps back into existence.

"Wha- the-" Parvis gets out. He blinks. The room seems brighter now, the red in particular glimmering and attractive. "So that's it? I see funny shapes and then what? I don't feel any more powerful." He doesn't register that Ridge had moved, so when the man's voice comes from right next to his ear, he startles.

Parv was a certain sort of perfect. His soft skin, infectious smile, honest to goodness doe eyes which managed to look sweet even when he was saying or performing the filthiest sin Ridge had ever experienced. It was an experience to know him in general, let alone to be with him nearly as intimately as Ridge had.

It was still fairly early in the morning, and Ridge knew Parv slept like a rock if you shoved him around enough in bed that night, so he knew he wouldn't wake the man by running a light finger over his body admiringly. He paused when he found a bruise at his hip, sighing. Clumsy as always. Skipping over what could only have been Parv running into a table for the millionth time, he continued tracing up his body.

It was possible Ridge left the bruise, but he didn't like the idea of him being able to harm something so pristine and perfect. Parv was something that he didn't want to break, something that was rare the days. He stopped when he found a hickey on Parv's neck, frowning slightly. That was something he couldn't deny was his cause. A dark purple splotch on an otherwise blank canvas.

Parv shifted when Ridge traced the hickey, lost in thought, and the frown that had grown on Ridge's face softened into a smile, moving closer and kissing him lightly. Parv grumbled, opening his dusky red eyes for a moment before rolling away and burying his face into one of Ridge's pillows.

"Morning, handsome," Ridge purred and Parv grumbled louder, the noise muffled by the pillow. "Don't choke yourself on the pillow. Though you'd probably like that."

Parv huffed and let the pillow fall from his face, rolling onto his back and looking at Ridge with an annoyed expression. Ridge chuckled and got up, stretching, and sighed when Parv took the chance to roll into the warm spot he was just in.

"I just wanna sleep some more," Parv mumbled, curling up, and Ridge tsked even as he pulled up the covers and tucked them around him for him. "Thanks."

"Of course. Get some beauty sleep." Ridge laughed, and Parv scoffed, already dozing off by the slur of his words.

"Like I need it. I'm already the most beautiful thing on this planet."

It's only when Parv is on his knees with Ridge's cock in his mouth that he starts to think he's a bit in over his head.

Well, that was a lie. It was the next morning when it dawned on him, while sitting at Ridge's table and watching him rant on about something that Parv stopped caring about ten minutes ago. He was entranced with the way Ridge was talking, all hands and sunlight glinting in his curls and passion in his eyes.

Parv took a sip of the water Ridge had given him at some point, managing to not crinkle his nose at the taste it left in his mouth after not brushing his teeth that night. Ridge gave him a look which Parv took to mean he was looking for a response, and quickly nodded, gesturing at his water to indicate the lack of words.

Ridge sighed but continued, and Parv tried to pay attention now, he really did. But when he had no idea what 'it' and 'they' were, or what magic he was working with now, and Ridge's words kept revealing the smallest gap in his front teeth, he got lost in his thoughts again, staring at him like one might stare at the moon on a clear night.

Eventually, he realized that Ridge had stopped talking and flushed, ducking his head when he noticed the smirk. How he didn't notice that while staring at the gap in teeth, he wasn't sure, but Ridge always had a way of distracting him. Whether it was when he was messing around with Strife, or just quietly sitting with him after a long day, he always got caught up just staring at him.

Somehow, he didn't quite connect this to the feeling of infatuation until Ridge's smirk reminded him of the one he wore last night. Parv tugged at his collar, unused to the feeling of being flustered, and Ridge laughed, shaking his head.