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âWith me, huh?â Lexi mumbled into his ear, sort of just softly pressing her face into the crook of his neck. She raised an eyebrow at Tibenâs follow up, though he couldnât actually see her expression.
âIâŚif this is about the, um. State of your torso? Iâve already seen it. It doesnât bother me. Things like that never have.â Which was true; sheâd seen his, their, torso before. Totally on accident, but still.
âAnyways, I just. What do you like? Ph-physically, I mean. âCause I. Donât want to do something you donât like.â
Heâs a bit confused at all this discussion. âYou want to talk?â he asks, genuinely curious. âAbout...me, this?â Totally unbroken ground here. Heâs used to just barreling forward.Â
Tibenâs eyes dart down at the mention of his torso. That was part of it, but...there were deeper issues here. If he was more worldly, Tiben would call it a kind of dysmorphia. But, he doesnât want to think about that right now. Or ever, really. âWhat do I like?â he parroted. He grinned a bit. Since Ples was a bit vanilla and prudish, most people expected Tiben to be perverted. Oh, certainly, heâs done perverted things, but...itâs not always his preference.Â
He disrupts their position by scooping Lexi up as quickly as he can so he can rearrange them: heâs lying on his back with Lexi sitting on his hips and looking quite comfortable. âYou would probably have to work fairly hard at finding something I donât like.â
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Tiben briefly thought about just taking his giant hand and putting it on Lexiâs face, just to be a butt, but he decided against it. He blinked slowly a few times and sat up, looking Lexi up and down as if to evaluate just how he should go about doing this.
He wedged a knee in between her legs, put a hand on her hip, and slowly laid back down, tugging her close and holding her tight. Much closer now.
Lexi turned beet red and let out a little squeak, not entirely expecting Tibenâs little ârearrangementâ of limbs. Well that was one way to answer her question.
Heart pounding in her ears, Lexi brushed her lips over his jawline and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
âIs this okay? I meanâŚdo you like this? Kissing?â
Tiben gently pulled his glasses off. They were pushing into his face and Lexi was close enough right now anyway.Â
He considers her question. Kissing is...well, TIben understood it as a sort of predecessor to other activities. Heâs not very well-versed in it because, well, there was no need for him to be. One night stands and various assaults just donât really call for much romance (which was a good thing because, if heâs honest, if there was too much time for him to dwell on what he looked like, the encounter would end before it even began). Did he like it? He supposed so, but...well, no, not really. Not in a generic sense. His eyebrow quirked up. âWith you,â he said. âBut...Lexi,â he hesitated, âitâs...thereâs a lot to. Understand. About my. Physicality.â The words came out choppy and unsure. âMy half-history.â
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For a while, the only sound in the room was the ever constant ticking that came from Tiben. But something tugged on Lexiâs mind and she couldnât stop herself from asking.
âUmm, Tibs?â
âMmm?â he replied, shifting his head up.
âYou know you can, erm, touch me. Like, I mean, youâre allowed.â
Tiben briefly thought about just taking his giant hand and putting it on Lexiâs face, just to be a butt, but he decided against it. He blinked slowly a few times and sat up, looking Lexi up and down as if to evaluate just how he should go about doing this.
He wedged a knee in between her legs, put a hand on her hip, and slowly laid back down, tugging her close and holding her tight. Much closer now.
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But thatâs pretty much all heâs ever really wanted to do: keep something of his own. Tiben leans his full weight on to her. Heâs done talking for a while. Heâs safe and here. For now, at least.
As strong as Lexi was, Tiben was still pretty heavy. With his full weight against her, she fell back against the bed with a little thud. Ah well. More room to cling.
She kissed the top of his head, quiet. No more talking was fine by Lexi. They both needed a little break.
Tiben let out a deep sigh and justâŚgot comfy where he was.
For a while, the only sound in the room was the ever constant ticking that came from Tiben. But something tugged on Lexiâs mind and she couldnât stop herself from asking.
But thatâs pretty much all heâs ever really wanted to do: keep something of his own. Tiben leans his full weight on to her. Heâs done talking for a while. Heâs safe and here. For now, at least.
As strong as Lexi was, Tiben was still pretty heavy. With his full weight against her, she fell back against the bed with a little thud. Ah well. More room to cling.
She kissed the top of his head, quiet. No more talking was fine by Lexi. They both needed a little break.
Tiben let out a deep sigh and just...got comfy where he was.
Lexiâs eyes went wide when Tiben took her face in his hands. Her chest felt close to bursting from the strain of trying to find enough air to say everything she wanted to say, everything she needed him to hear. Words would never be enough to convey what Lexi felt, how she was feeling right at this moment. When she finally managed to get herself breathing, she filled each syllable with as much heart as she could.
âTiben. Itâs enough. This is enough. Youâre enough. All of you. Whatever you are. Everything you are.â
She shivered as Tiben pressed against her neck, burying her face into his hair and curling her fingers around the nape of his neck as his limbs encompassed her. âIâll stay. Iâll stay, so. So keep me. I need you so pleasepleaseplease. Keep me.â
But thatâs pretty much all heâs ever really wanted to do: keep something of his own. Tiben leans his full weight on to her. Heâs done talking for a while. Heâs safe and here. For now, at least.
Heâs obviously flustered, but itâs in a quiet and tight manner - the opposite of Plesâ behavior when he gets overwhelmed. Tibenâs chin is pulled back towards his neck, his fingers shake, heâs a little huffy in his breathing, and heâs looking down. He doesnât know what to do. He knows what he wants to do. His strange eyes flick open, and Tiben does his best to hold eye contact, but the golden irises swivel this way and that.
There have been several times when they, the men, who inhabit this strange body have undergone very specific death. The spring stops. The gears grind. The ticking goes silent. It comes from hard falls, or something just pushing past the surgical stitches and false skin and pulling at the insides. Itâs almost, technically, an organ removal, but overall, something more like a chip off a jar, or a porcelain figure.
Lexi has the power to shatter him right now with little more than a gentle caress.
Tibenâs eyes swipe up and keep still. Heâs tense.
Any relief that Lexi felt in seeing those golden eyes was cut short by how Tiben simply couldnât look at her for more than a few moments. Lexi dropped her hands away from his face, no longer trying to get Tiben to look at her. If he couldnât, he couldnât. His emotional limits seemed to have been reached. And that was okay.
Was it though? Lexi was fragile, liable to break. How long had she been running around this? How many times had she told herself how wrong and fucked up her feelings were? It wasnât okay. It wasnât enough. Something had to give. Someone had to give.
âTell me what you want. No, you donât even need to say it. Just do it. It doesnât matter what it is. Whatever it is you want, whatever it is youâre feeling. Iâll accept it.â
Tiben thinks he wants too much and too little at the same time. His own body, for one. âAlexandria-â he starts. Holy shit, heâs never experienced so much in so few minutes. heâs scared, embarrassed, ashamed, elated, afraid, proud, who knows what all else? He makes a real effort now to just...chill out, stay calm, itâs him and his bestgoodfriend Red. He reaches out and puts his large hands in either side of her face, holding her still. He speaks tenderly. âI want you t-to, be a-all right...in all of this. Me...whatever I am-â Tiben winces. Heâs trying here, really, itâs just...he really doesnât have the vocabulary for this.Â
âI thought you were going to die!â he finally blurts out with some volume. âA-and I donât- I couldnât...the idea of you not knocking our door ever again killed me.â Tiben pauses so he can compose himself. âSo...you have to stay.â His voice drops even lower. âYou have to.â This time, he wraps himself around Lexi as best and as tight as he can, octopus-like: all limbs participating. He shoves his face as far into her neck as it can go, nuzzling.
  Prince smiles at the compliment and straightens proudly in his seat,âYou do too. Youâve even kept all of my letters to remember, havenât you?â
  He finishes his cocoa and slides out of his chair, extending a hand for the old man to take, unaware of the old manâs discomforts on such touches.âI feel like I lose a lot of story if I canât understand it myself, would you mind helping me make them clearer?â the proposal is vague and abstract, what he means is to learn from the stories the letters heâd found before. There were some that told of stories heâs explained to another man in his past, but past those letters, there was more to the pile. More stories that the Little Prince was eager to learn about and decipher, but those were stories he couldnât figure out on his own.
  No, judging by their home and how carefully preserved they were, it was clear that they were Plesâ stories as well. Both of them needed to remember. Maybe they couldnât catch every detail, but it would be enough if they managed to unravel memories they might have lost together.
âYes!â Ples replies excitedly. âI d-do, I did! I. Ah.â He calms down a bit. âUm, I have-â he taps his temple, âum, memory issues.â Ples frowns a bit and rubs at his eye, knocking his glasses slightly askew. âItâs not, perhaps, a good habit to keep a lot of...things,â he continues, thinking of his messy office (and ignoring the scores of antiques, not just clocks, all over the house), âbut...I think...exceptions can be made. Under certain circumstances.âÂ
Plesâ clockwork heart is always soft and as warm as it can be when heâs around the Prince. Interacting with him is very easy, almost intuitive. He hesitates a bit at the boyâs offered hand. Ples licks his lips, takes a quick breath, and accepts the Princeâs hand into his own. âO-of course,â the ticking man says. âLetâs go.â
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Tiben huffed a bit at his knuckles being kissed. It seemedâŚlike something that you would do with a more vulnerable party, and Tiben hates feeling weak. Hates admitting that he feels weak when Lexi is around because he is. He screws his eyes shut, good and tight, and makes something akin to what most people call âwhiskey face,â like something was causing him physical pain. âIâm so sorry,â he whispers for some reason. He brought a hand up and cradled the back of Lexiâs head to keep it settled against his.Â
It was a bit difficult for Lexi to get a look at Tibenâs face, what with their foreheads pressed together. But she managed to tilt her head just enough to see his expression.
âSorry for what? Hey, Tibs. Come on. Open your eyes and look at me.â Her hands trembled slightly, wanting to see his eyes. Golden eyes, not blue.
âTiben, please look at me.â
Heâs obviously flustered, but itâs in a quiet and tight manner - the opposite of Plesâ behavior when he gets overwhelmed. Tibenâs chin is pulled back towards his neck, his fingers shake, heâs a little huffy in his breathing, and heâs looking down. He doesnât know what to do. He knows what he wants to do. His strange eyes flick open, and Tiben does his best to hold eye contact, but the golden irises swivel this way and that.
There have been several times when they, the men, who inhabit this strange body have undergone very specific death. The spring stops. The gears grind. The ticking goes silent. It comes from hard falls, or something just pushing past the surgical stitches and false skin and pulling at the insides. Itâs almost, technically, an organ removal, but overall, something more like a chip off a jar, or a porcelain figure.
Lexi has the power to shatter him right now with little more than a gentle caress.
Tibenâs eyes swipe up and keep still. Heâs tense.
Tibenâs nervousness and panic was practically palpable. Lexi could feel him shaking; he was trying so hard to be honest, to be open. She couldnât fault him for not being able to say it, especially when she hadnât technically said it either.
âI know.â Lexi whispered under her breath after heâd kissed her. She took his hands in hers and gently eased them out of her hair, bringing them to her lips for a brief kiss to his knuckles.
âI know how you feel.â She let go of his hands and gently cupped his face, pressing her forehead to his. âIâm here. Iâm not going anywhere.â
Tiben huffed a bit at his knuckles being kissed. It seemed...like something that you would do with a more vulnerable party, and Tiben hates feeling weak. Hates admitting that he feels weak when Lexi is around because he is. He screws his eyes shut, good and tight, and makes something akin to what most people call âwhiskey face,â like something was causing him physical pain. âIâm so sorry,â he whispers for some reason. He brought a hand up and cradled the back of Lexiâs head to keep it settled against his.Â
The quiet wasnât unexpected. Lexi had never been this honest with Tiben before, and honestly couldnât have expected more than silence from his end.
She didnât mind, though. Youâd think she would, given how their relationship had began. Teasing gone too far, more malicious that anything else. Cruel words, purposely hurtful actions. In the beginning, Lexi hadnât exactly been fond of him. Yet she kept coming back.
What started as a collection of back and forth arguments slowly changed into a tentative friendship. Despite everything that Tiben was (and wasnât), he had noticed her two-year absence. He had missed her as much as his poor memory could allow. Somewhere along the way, Lexi had come to trust Tiben. She could tell him things without harsh judgement, she could be weak in front of him without getting lectured. He became a good friend.
Lexi wasnât entirely sure when her feelings started to shift. Maybe it was when Tiben first kissed her on Halloween. Maybe it was when she was turned into a vampire. She wasnât sure. But after more than a year of nothing but nights, Lexi had come to care deeply for Tiben. Deeply enough for her feelings to turn to love.
Tiben finally broke the silence with a small utterance of her name. He sounded nervous. Scared. Lexi pressed close to his side, wrapping her arms around his waist as he fully embraced her.
âYou donât have to say anything, not unless want to. But you can, if you want to. You donât have to worry. Itâs just me.â
Tiben snuffles in her hair a bit. âNo, I do. I...â Just canât? Heâs shaking a bit, the magnitude of the reality of the situation is settling in and heâs really doing his best to keep calm. âYou donât know?â he asks quietly. He might be afraid to say it out loud, but Tibenâs never been particularly shy about inviting himself into personal space bubbles. He puts his fingers under her chin and tips her head up so he can kiss her.
Itâs a Tiben-trademarked kiss so...heâs not very practiced. Itâs surface-level in a sense. He has had many sexual encounters, but none that really mattered, none that required anything mutual, so heâs really restraining himself to what he knows is generally acceptable. Light, maybe a bit dry, but it lasts longer than just a simple peck.
Heâs trying.Â
When Tiben pulls back, he just runs his fingers through Lexiâs hair over and over again, vaguely panicked.
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He side-eyes her a bit. âMmnnnnn, that doesnât corroborate. Iâm rather certain it is quite thick.â The side-eye ended and was replaced by something much softer, but no less manic. His eyes swiveled this way and that as he seated himself. Heâd by lying if he said he wasnât low-key panicking. This wasâŚserious.Â
Tibenâs strong point was not taking anything seriously. Not the opposite of that.
He knitted his browse and listened. And felt. Lexi is warm and alive and enviably organic. Tiben purses his lips and nods his confirmation at Lexiâs query.
Lexi could see how difficult this was for Tiben to process. He wasnât mature or experienced enough for something this serious. Itâs why she hesitated, why she had so often told him ânever mindâ or âforget itâ. So she was gentle, as much as she could be.
âThatâs because of you. Because when Iâm with you, I feelâŚhappy. You make me feel important. You make me feelâŚl-lovâŚâ Lexi let go of Tibenâs hand and pressed her forehead against his shoulder, closing her eyes and mustering up her courage.
âYou make me feel loved. But I donât know ifâŚif itâs just me.â
When she leans forward, Tiben wraps a hand and arm around her shoulder, trying to support or soothe, whatever she needs. He doesnât know what to do at first and, miraculously, decides to stick to doing nothing for now. Heâs trying to think.
Tiben doesnât really have relationships of any kind outside of Ples.
He doesnât even really know...just...how or what he is, how he exists - is Ples considered family in relation to himself? Tiben was born alone. Ples, well into his way through life, had been developing the personality that would later be dubbed âTibenâ by one of the very few people who saw him on a regular basis (and thus, had something of a relationship with him). Ples wasnât old at the time, but he had been an adult; wise and foolish at the same time but, ultimately, knowledgeable about the world. Tiben was a newborn at the age of 22.Â
...or was it 18?
And his growth was condemned to be stunted. When Ples started solidifying the idea that there were 2 facets to himself -a Good and a Bad, the baddie was relegated to empty corners of Plesâ mind; a creature of the night, active when nothing could be seen or heard or gained. The magic that Ples had no hope of ever understanding, the thing that mangled his body, kept him trapped for most of the time.
So, when the baddie got out, the baddie would act out. He would light things on fire, blow things up, he managed to get into beds and under skin and maim and cause mayhem and, certainly, he had actually been caught a number of times, but nothing lasted long enough to go on a lasting record (he wouldnât be able to keep up with modern systems, he was certain). And the baddie, worse than his acting out, would swear up and down that there was no difference between them. He was Ples A. Tibenoch, had always been Ples A. Tibenoch, had been Ples A. Tibenoch before there was a Ples A. Tibenoch, and it was truly Ples A. Tibenoch who wanted the world around him to burn.
But what choice did he have? He literally didnât know anyone else.
Ples tried to push back. He told the monster that he was nothing and never would be. He kept him in the dark. Isolated. Denied everything Tiben whispered to him. An echo chamber. The worst days were when Ples managed to keep quiet, so he didnât even have arguments. Those were days when Tiben had to admit that Ples really did have the upper hand in this whole mess. That, if he really wanted to, he could let himself out of this life, and then Tiben wouldnât even have silence. He would have nothing.
Ples fled his family, his country. He became something new in the new world.Â
A huge, empty house. A job that heâs a million times overqualified for.
A vampire.Â
Dok may have been the first one to keep Tiben separate from the hose, although he also often said that the two personalities were a package deal, and that loving Ples also meant loving Tiben, at least a little bit, in some way or another.Â
Tiben didnât think he had ever heard his name, his person, used within the context of love before then. At the time, Ples would have been something like 220 years old.
Lexi entered the picture shortly after that, but there wasnât much of anything there at first. She faded in and out - failed to keep clean, distinctive lines in the blurry impressionist painting that Tiben lived in. Lexi was a gradual addition to his life; things may have been a bit quicker with Ples, but Tibenâs memory and sense of time is very, very distorted. It was like she had been far away in the backdrop, and inched closer and closer until she was the focus.
She sticks.Â
Tiben teased her relentlessly, but Lexi never folded, even when it became clear that Tibenâs remarks left a bit of an impact on her and stressed her out. She kept coming round the house. Tiben assumed it was out of boredom. But then, Lexi began to explain that she came to see him. He who had a separate name and identity, even though he had to share his body with an old man. Tiben winced at the thought - he hated reminding himself of how ugly he was; it was like stubbing your toe.
It took time, but she carefully tore down his walls (or, perhaps more accurately, built a functioning door), and Tiben let her in. He had a friend.Â
He had someone.Â
After 225 years.
He canât help but love her.
However, after all this contemplation, he finds that he only has strength enough to say, âLexi,â in a voice that is quiet, feeble, and, perhaps, illustrative of how someone who is 225 years old might sound. He wants to talk, really wants to, but more than anything, he is afraid of how he might sound somehow even more defeated than he already does.Â
So, instead, he squeezes her closer and rests his chin on her head, nuzzling just a bit, and does his best to control his breathing. His other arm comes around to complete the circle.Â
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Tiben gently rubbed Lexiâs back and did his best to listen and comprehend. It didnât go great, but heâs trying. Thereâs something that heâs obviously missing, and itâs making him feel dumb, which makes him get defensive. He doesnât want to be aggressive or upset just now - Lexiâs here! - soâŚ
So.
Heâs going to tryâŚsomething.
âIâm not a mind-reader, either,â he says as quietly as he can. âSo, h-help me out here, Red. If everything isnât all rightâŚjust. Just tell me. Get it through my thick skull.â
âOh, Tibs. Youâre notâŚyou donât have a thick skull. If I donât say anything, you wonât get it. JustâŚyou donât have to say anything back, okay? Only if you want to.â
Lexi pulled away and took his hand, guiding him over to the edge of the bed so they could sit down. She looked at him, keeping hold of his hand and placing it on her chest.
âCan you feel that? How hard and fast my heartâs beating?â
He side-eyes her a bit. âMmnnnnn, that doesnât corroborate. Iâm rather certain it is quite thick.â The side-eye ended and was replaced by something much softer, but no less manic. His eyes swiveled this way and that as he seated himself. Heâd by lying if he said he wasnât low-key panicking. This was...serious.Â
Tibenâs strong point was not taking anything seriously. Not the opposite of that.
He knitted his browse and listened. And felt. Lexi is warm and alive and enviably organic. Tiben purses his lips and nods his confirmation at Lexiâs query.
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