#tralis

Science

Tolnus Cedre [USS Veraia]

T'Shorra Maasul [USS Hyperion]

Marta Tenley [USS Lakra]

Tralis [IKS Tarongar]

Sarrith Vanar [RRW Decitus]

Ael’ell Toralas [RRW Dhavaar]

Rem'Taral [DV Supremacy]

"Oh--"

Gepard looks up, blinking a little in surprise at the small gesture. The blanket wasn't entirely heavy, or at least it didn't feel like it but he was wearing a bit of armor and his clothes were already pretty thick. He didn't necessarily need the blanket, as someone who lived in Belobog his entire life and was used to the cold that sat outside the city walls.

@tralis asked // [ SCAR ]:          noticing a scar on the receiver’s skin, the sender tentatively stops them from covering it up, and rests a gentle, soft kiss over it.

𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐫   𝐨𝐟   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬   𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐲   is   an   ever   pleasant   hum   in   the   back   of   dan   heng's   mind,   an   effervescent   reminder   of   the   warmth   and   safety   of   his   sanctuary   upon   the   express.   for   so   long   his   place   of   repose   had   been   undisturbed,   apart   from   march,   by   the   trailblazing   residents   -   a   veritable   emperor's   palace   all   on   it's   own   -   but   caelus's   appearance   had   changed   that.   no   longer   where   all   his   nights   spent   in   lonely   terror,   chased   by   crimson   eyes   that   haunted   him   across   the   universe.   all   it   took   was   the   presence   of   the   vessel   of   a   stellaron,   an   aeon-gaze   drawing   'human'   that   proved   to   vex   him   at   every   turn   by   crawling   into   trash   cans.   for   all   his   years,   for   all   his   names   -   he   supposes   it's   only   natural   that   he   and   caelus   ended   up   here.   

usually,   in   the   wake   of   their   trysts   dan   heng   sleeps   with   no   ill   effect.   the   pleasant   ache   between   his   thighs   and   the   soreness   to   his   svelte   frame   as   it   lay   pressed   close   to   caelus's   own   upon   his   palette   a   reminder   of   the   way   the   young   man   had   capably   taken   him   to   pieces   so   many   times   since   belobog.   all   it   took   was   dan   heng   letting   him   in   -   one   too   many   nightmares,   one   too   many   lingering   looks,   and   he   was   not   immune   to   the   pull   of   gravity.   the   way   caelus's   lips   bit   against   his   own,   the   way   the   gilded   light   of   his   eye   had   gone   darker   when   dan   heng   had   dropped   to   his   knees   for   the   first   time.   if   only   he'd   had   his   horns   out,   if   only   he   could   bite   with   the   full   force   of   fangs-   

he   stirs   from   somnolence   too   early   -   chased   from   the   warmth   of   their   his   bed   with   the   frigid   memories   of   the   man   with   the   killing   eyes   ruthless   hunt.   the   archivist   pulls   himself   upwards   slowly   at   the   memories,   the   permanent   furrow   between   his   brows   deeper   than   usual   as   he   stares   at   the   door   of   his   cabin   -   illuminated   by   the   back   splash   of   gilded   star   maps.   it's   the   same   thing,   over,   and   over,   and   over   again   -   and   it   makes   him   want   to   run.   run   from   even   here,   run   from   caelus   and   his   aeon   drawing   tendencies,   run   from   the   people   he   has   warmed   to,   run   so   far   from   the   man   in   his   bed   that-   

dan   heng   sighs,   a   hand   shifting   through   his   mussed   inky   tresses.   

he   reaches   forward   -   pulling   his   robe   where   it   lay   haphazardly   hanging   off   the   railing.   perhaps   he   could   do   some   cataloguing   while   caelus   rests   -   if   his   mind   lets   him.   the   cloud   lancer   works   hard   to   stifle   the   wince   that   comes   with   dramatic   movements,   the   young   man's   voracious   appetite   painted   across   his   skin   in   splendors   he   can   hardly   ignore   (   but   tries   to,   anyway   ).   he's   just   preparing   to   pull   the   linen   over   his   bare,   teeth   marked   shoulders   when   cool   lips   and   a   warm   hand   surprise   him   -   

warmth   blooms   in   his   core,   radiating   from   the   sweet   kiss   that   has   been   fluttered   over   his   left   shoulder   blade.   belatedly,   dan   heng   remembers   the   vicious   scar   that   sits   there   -   and   flinches   at   the   contact.   his   kind   are   so   used   to   being   unblemished   -   unmarked   by   violence   in   physical   ways,   but   that...   it's   hubris   with   which   he   had   earned   it,   and   in   his   constant   state   of   head   to   toe   dress,   he   takes   great   pains   to   cover   it.   leave   it   to   caelus,   in   the   dark   dim   of   his   cabin,   where   his   bare   back   is   illuminated   only   by   golden   stars   -   to   suss   out   the   mark   and   leave   the   most   tender   and   sweet   of   kisses   upon   it.   

he   swears   his   heart   squeezes   a   little.   

⠀⠀"  oh  ?  the  little  lamb  has  come  home  early  ...  "  she  mused  with  a  light  tone.  in  a  single  instance  however  ,  the  serenity  of  her  voice  took  a  more  sinister  turn.  "  you're  either  brave  or  foolish  .  either  way,  you  should  not  be  here  .  "

He hadn't planned to fall asleep while outdoors. It certainly wasn't the brightest idea but there was no safer place than inside the city and it was comfortably warm compared to outside the city walls.

Gepard wanted to sit and take a break while he had the chance, arms crossed, watching the people from his perch on the bench. But he leaned back to rest against the wall and that was comfortable and he'd been up since before even the sun. Before he knew it he was sleeping. He didn't even feel the blanket over his armor. It was the others shadow covering the sun that had him stir.