IDEAS | mediterranean breakfast in bed the morning after complete with coffee and many, many kisses. lounging around in bed holding hands. waking up too early to do anything but talk quietly in bed. alternatively, the morning before dom has to leave with his mom for one of her various adventures around the world while konstantin goes back to grad school. take yo pick.
Edited 2016-03-23 04:00 (UTC)
went with the first BUT WE SHOULD DO THE ALT SOMETIME TOO
[ they wake to sunlight streaming through light curtains, and his mother's wind chimes making soft, metallic tings in the breeze, just outside his bedroom window. morning in greece is a blessing, something otherworldly in it's peace and serenity, but then there's the boy curled up in his arms. he's seen konstantin's hair wet more than he has dry, as it had been the night before, when he'd pulled them in from the beach, and laid him down over his sheets, limbs spread over the mattress and color flushing over his chest and neck. they'd stripped down (not difficult, with only swim shorts on), and laid together, touching carefully, exploring curiously, turning one another over and tracing freckles and scars. kissed like the night would go on forever, and the moon was just waiting for them to settle and fall asleep.
the taste of him is still on dom's lips as he runs fingertips through kon's sleep fluffed hair in the morning light, color stark against the bleached cotton of the pillows. they'd been a tangle of limbs last night, wanting to try everything at once and touch everywhere, but also take their time and linger and soak it up. at times they'd been all passion and fire, surging together, hands gripping in hair and nails scraping over shoulder blades with desperate whispered demands of more and harder, and at others, they'd been slow and greedy, tasting the sea on their skin and becoming familiar with the scent of kon's bodywash or dominic's conditioner. in the morning, dom still aches inside, missing konstantin inside him, filling up and pressing in deep as he could go, and remembers him curling his arms around him to hold tight, like they could meld together like that. a shiver runs up his spine in excitement, recalling the feel of kon's teeth gentle against his shoulder and neck, and how he'd tilted his head aside to offer himself up.
dom kisses him, because watching people sleep is creepy, and because his lips look so inviting, lightly parted in sleep, eyelashes thick and heavy against his cheeks, and when they open, an enchanting swirl of brown and green mixing together into a stunning hazel, all dom breathes out is a dorky 'hey'. for all his smooth talking and flirting, that's all he's got, and it'd be another thirty minutes at least, of holding each other, kissing despite the morning breath, and moving tangled legs together, feet rubbing at ankles, before they get up for breakfast.
not a thing dominic is very talented at, as is soon revealed. thankfully, kon has it covered, and with his mom out at work, they manage breakfast and coffee in shared bedsheets and a ratty bathrobe that smells like Cancun beach. ]
What are you not good at, Ariel? [ he asks him, mouth half stuffed with toast, as he leans in lick a bit of tzatziki off the corner of kon's lips, where they lay in bed later, resolved to get the full enjoyment out of morning after laziness. the bed's wide enough that the tray can be pushed to the side, and dominic can curl around him, arm loose over kon's middle, thumb tracing back and forth over the faint rise of a rib. ] Math? Driving? Ribbon dancing? Bet I could beat you at ribbon dancing.
[ Konstantin wakes and the first sensation he feels is not guilt or panic, but a low and curling heat in the pit of his stomach as he is kissed slowly into wakefulness. Dominic's lips are warm, lulling, and he presses closer when the kiss continues, shifting his body upwards to meet him in a full-on embrace, fingers trailing where his teeth have mapped out the parts of his body, where the soft trills of sound from his throat had made muscles twitch a little, sing, stretch pleasantly.
A soft murmur of "Hey" is followed up by "Hey yourself" and the sound of sheets pulling and twisting as they take turns, a slow pulling one another on and off each other, slipping hands up shirtless torsos. Konstantin counts Dom's ribs with the joint of his thumb, all the way down and then back up again until they both agree that they're hungry enough that they can pull back and leave off to go brush their teeth and reconvene in the kitchen to create some kind of sustenance for breakfast.
Now.
Dominic is more of a smooth operator than he thinks, but then again, Konstantin is... relatively easy to please after a life avoidant of mornings like these, fearful that they may not last or even be remotely real. But here they are, in the kitchen with Konstantin pulling things from shelves gingerly and fixing up something for them to eat--unfortunately Kon could literally eat a horse in contrast to most, but he reins it in, fixing up a breakfast of yoghurt and a little bit of honey, some fruit from the mainland: nectarines and pears, oranges he peels off section by section and lays out because he's that kind of a sucker for presentation. Dom is fluttering about here or there, somewhat useless at the task, but that hardly bothers Konstantin very much.
There are a myriad of other things that he prepares--simple things like eggs for Dom and a few thick slices of toasted sesame bread and some strong coffee.
That'll do.
Breakfast gets eaten in bed, which Kon initially thinks is a bad idea but actually is rethinking that notion as a warm arm is wrapping around him, a palm all but tickling his ribs as he lets out a low hum at the kiss that catches a bit of the mess made at the corner of his mouth. He's running a finger along the edge of one of the small bowls of yoghurt now, brow playfully furrowed. Milk is probably one of the only byproducts of an animal he can manage without his teeth fully showing up to the party, so he indulges in it, sweet with honey and whatever remains of the peach he's dropped in their as well. ]
Ribbon dancing, [ he murmurs thoughtfully almost before letting out a chuckle. ] No, no, I think I'm good at that too.
[ Whatever that is. ] I'm great at math... I...
Hm.
{ Oh. ]
Driving. You might have me beat at driving, though I bet I can sail far better than you can.
[ He punctuates the sentiment with with a kiss returned, this one meant to be chaste initially, but tapering off with a soft swipe of tongue to the seam of Dom's mouth like he can't resist the warm feel of his mouth. ]
[ watch konstantin cook had been absurdly charming. the way he'd peeled things and set them out just so, making a cute little presentation, and went on to make something for Dominic specifically. he'd sat on the kitchen counter, with bedsheets wrapped at his hips and a cup of coffee in his hands, smiling fondly down at the lovely dream of a boy who'd somehow ended up in his bedroom this morning. imagine that.
curled up in bed with him again, the tip of his nose brushes against the curve of kon's shoulder, and dom can still smell sea water on him. it's soothing and refreshing, and he trails a hand over his skin idly, fingertips brushing along the rise of collar bones, and the curve of his throat. ]
Really? A ribbon dancing talent too? Let me know next time you have a recital.
[ doubting kon is actually into ribbon dancing, not that dominic is either, but the thought is a cute one. he wonders, absently, if he'd ever tried dance. after all, konstantin has the kind of long, elegant body to look like moving art. breathtaking enough, just in the ocean, but dom is a bit biased on that front. not to mention, the fact he's seen his body completely bare, now, pressed against him, into him, moving with him. biased is an understatement.
there's still peach and mango on kon's lips as theirs meet, and dominic smiles into it, parting his lips to lick at the juices clinging to his skin, to his tongue, soft and slow in how the kiss deepens. arms tightening, he pulls himself up as close to kon's back as he can, loving the warmth the seeps from their skin, heating up the sheets beneath them and the blankets tugged over them. feet play at kon's ankles, legs tangling up and curling, pulling him closer. it's all languid and easy and sweet, and he adores it beyond words. ]
Sail? [ he asks, after they part for a moment, mind coming back to the topic at hand. ] Oh, I might need you to prove it.
[ look being a mermaid means you're good at swimming, you can't get sailing out of that deal too, can you? maybe? who knows. in reality, dominic knows nothing about this, except that konstantin is like no one he's known before, and not because of the magic, or because of the mermaid thing. there's something genuine and beautiful in his smile, his laugh, the quiet of him and the little frowns here and there. something of his soul dominic just wants to see so much more of. ]
We could take trip around the islands. Race there, spend some time diving, make our way back. If you're not busy.
[ if you want to go. if want to spend more time together. if this wasn't just a weekend thing. as much as dominic wants it to be more, he won't ask kon to give more than he's willing. ]
that universe where they part ways from a summer romance exchange e-mails and research over the years and meet back up in the midst of fire and brimstone and the world falling to utter shit.
( i just wanted action, and maybe kon riding a motorcycle w/ dom on the back. )
[ at the beginning, the whole world goes dark. the demons know where to hit, how to scatter them, how to pull the rug out from under them and make sure they never get back up. organization takes a long time, especially with they fact humanity can no longer deny that magic exists, and the magic community can no longer keep to the edges and the shadows. they're too busy fighting themselves to keep any kind of real resistance going. that's how he'd lost his sight.
the world had been changing, they'd known that. strange phenomena, erratic weather. the earth, the pulse of it he'd felt through his magic, had just been wrong. they'd been in far north canada, staying with a tribe of Inuit, when news came in the form of a mob. the town not far had always joked about the natives being strange mystics, but hadn't considered it seriously until hell and heaven collapsed inward on the world, and things they'd only taken for campfire stories and good cinema became their reality. when the consequences of twisted magic tore the world asunder, they came for them, and in the resulting massacre, dominic and his mother escaped with their lives, thanks to the elder shaman's defense, but not undamaged. his sight wouldn't return for another year, and after intensive, desperate training to keep himself and his mother alive.
it's the second year - running, fighting, and running again - when word reaches of a group formed in the ruins of LA. Magic users and normal soldiers keeping safe in a walled camp, living inside an IKEA, led by a group of four witches from a school in Alaska, and Dom wonders if he should regret not taking the chance for that magic school thing when he could have.
no. he wouldn't trade the life he had for the world. not that there was much left of it - the world.
at least there's no more seaworlds, he thinks grimly, as he's making his way through LA streets, scouting and collecting supplies for his mother and the group they'd picked up along the way here. the both of them, no matter how infuriating the person is, are incapable of leaving someone in need behind. maybe it's not the smart thing, and they've definitely been taken advantage of here and there, but what's the point of morality if you drop it and run when things get hard? for dominic, surviving on this planet alone has never been enough. you have to be worth it. he does, at least. whatever anyone else's personal standards are isn't his business, so long as no one's getting hurt. though, it does surprisingly inspire faith in people. hence the group they'd ended up with.
however, since he's the only witch in the group here, that leaves him alone doing these trips. after training blind for a year, expanding his magic beyond just the realm of the sea, he's been about to hone it, concentrate, hear and feel footfalls on the earth a mile away, disruptions in the air, read a history in the trees and grass. being inner city does make it a bit harder, concrete and metal not the easiest to read but doable. yet, there are times he's caught off guard, before he can take cover or get to a strategic place.
like now.
they descend from broken out windows on the buildings from either side of him, too many, more than he usually sees, but they are so close to the camp they'd been trying to get to. it makes sense the area around would be crawling with demons, angels, monsters and everything in between. thankfully, they're mostly run of the mill monsters, and that, he can deal with. more than he'd like to, but running would likely just attract more. his eyes squeeze shut, a remnant from the year he'd done blind, finding his senses sharper and his reactions quicker, and the earth comes alive beneath his feet. concrete cracks, as spires shoot up from it, skewering some. walls rise, slamming monster into buildings or launching them far off, sectioning them off so he can deal with fewer at a time. the air surges throwing them one way and another, a metallic screeching sounds as rails from a nearby metro track peel upwards to spear through some of the creatures. they keep coming, as much distance as he tries to make, and even with all that he can take out, a few still make it to them.
that's where the fire comes in.
the staff he walks with (of course it'd be a fucking staff, this goddamn hippy) flares up, flame all along the length of it, scorching with each hit he scores on the creatures. he's backed up, tired, worn, down to the last creature, but losing energy fast, and that's when lightning comes striking down from the sky, leaving a crater where the monster once was. surprised, out of breathe, dominic stumbles back a couple paces and falls, eyes blinked open wide as he stares at the charred ground. that wasn't him. he doesn't do electricity, and he doesn't do weather.
it's like he can taste him on the air, feel him in the crisp scent of ozone and dispersing energy, before his eyes finally fall on him. older, more rough and worn, sitting astride a motorcycle, but him all the same. ] Kon?
[ a breathless moment, unsure if he can believe his eyes, and then Dom's up and running, abandoning the pack of supplies and the staff on the ground. ] Konstantin!
[ arms thrown around his shoulders, he practically climbs him and body slams him all in the same moment. ] I tried to call before the cell towers went out, I thought-- [ he'd thought he was gone. he'd hoped he wasn't, he'd prayed he wasn't, but he'd dreaded it. ]
[ The war kills his father and so it kills gentle Konstantin.
-
When it begins, Ash tells him: You can't afford to be picky anymore. He knows what it means and he doesn't like it. He knows that it means and he says "fuck it."
Because this is what nature intended, isn't it?
-
Konstantin is no longer as lean as he used to be, and he wears every part of his mother's blood with pride now--teeth and scales, bright, jewel-like eyes, and a voice that is honed like a knife. He's just passing through Los Angeles when he hears the fight and the sound of a familiar voice under duress. The bike is loud, but the fight is already at a roar (and it's only going to get louder as he manipulates the pressure in one isolated area). He learns this trick from a beautiful woman in Andalusia after the world falls to shit. She keeps him for over a month and together they protect Spain's coastline with a series of curated storms as he learns his birthright day after day.
The storm, the lightning, they fit into the palm of his hand, they heat his fingertips, they crash along with the sound of his voice as he sees one of the group peeling away in a whirlwind of fire that flickers in and out like the tip of a flame on a matchstick. This won't do, Konstantin decides. It won't do because he recognizes the blonde hair, the build, the sound of his voice calling out. He would know it anywhere (even from the bottom of the sea).
The taste of his magic only makes him all the more certain. This is Dominic and he is on the edges of his energy.
The lightning strike that Konstantin summons could be considered overkill, but mermaids have always been known for being emotional creatures, and he is no different. The surge he feels wracking through his fingertips and along his spine is more than just the feeling of simple duty hardly owed to anyone. It's built on warm summers on a rocking boat and the face of Dominic's mother and the feel of her hands holding his cheeks when he was younger. It's swimming with fish of all colors and the incredulous look on his face when Dom always manages to show up riding a great whale like some kid from a movie. It's all stacked on sentiment so there's nothing left of the assailant but ash on the ground.
I missed you too.
He doesn't have time to react--Dom is already running towards him (if he hadn't known better, he'd have killed him too for running at him like that) and throwing arms around his neck, pressing his body up against him in all the ways an old friend and lover might. Konstantin doesn't hesitate, hands spanning Dom's back and letting him babble on in all the ways he shouldn't, not in an open area like this where Kon has just toasted some asshole. It's okay, he wants to say. It's okay, it's okay, we didn't see this coming, we didn't know this would happen. ]
I think I might, [ he breathes because Dominic's vice-like grip hasn't changed in his embrace and Konstantin can't help himself, even with the static clinging to his hair, to his clothing, still sparking off in tiny flyaways that catch in Dom's hair as well and snap a bit in the air.
It's like taking a breath of air when your lungs are ready to burst.
It hurts, but god... it feels so good all the same.
Konstantin presses his face against Dom's cheek gently, finds the familiar spot where his brow meets his cheekbone and stays there, breathing hard as the air hums with static. ]
Wasn't sure if I'd see you again, to be honest.
[ Not that Dom isn't capable, but the apocalypse takes. It doesn't give back. And Kon's been having some shit luck lately. He's going to hold fast to this one piece. ]
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come on, i'm curious.
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i would like to just. chase the summer around the world. sounds like fun
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summers in madrid or australia. the sun shines down through the water and lights up the reefs like you wouldn't believe. highly recommended.
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ok that sounds like the coolest thing I've heard in a while. best road trip ever
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not sure you can get to australia with a road trip, but if you can prove me wrong, more power to you
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i'm surprised there aren't underwater highways to australia. WELL THEN, a road trip with a short flight in between
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that would be ridiculously cool, but would cost an ass ton of money, and i'm pretty sure no one wants to foot the bill for that
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specially not when it's directed at the place where everything wants to kill you!
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not everything wants to kill you. the whales are nice. and the kangaroos are okay if you're not messing with their business.
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well, everything else? it's a pretty cool place to see interesting creepy crawlers, though
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IDEAS | mediterranean breakfast in bed the morning after complete with coffee and many, many kisses. lounging around in bed holding hands. waking up too early to do anything but talk quietly in bed. alternatively, the morning before dom has to leave with his mom for one of her various adventures around the world while konstantin goes back to grad school. take yo pick.
went with the first BUT WE SHOULD DO THE ALT SOMETIME TOO
the taste of him is still on dom's lips as he runs fingertips through kon's sleep fluffed hair in the morning light, color stark against the bleached cotton of the pillows. they'd been a tangle of limbs last night, wanting to try everything at once and touch everywhere, but also take their time and linger and soak it up. at times they'd been all passion and fire, surging together, hands gripping in hair and nails scraping over shoulder blades with desperate whispered demands of more and harder, and at others, they'd been slow and greedy, tasting the sea on their skin and becoming familiar with the scent of kon's bodywash or dominic's conditioner. in the morning, dom still aches inside, missing konstantin inside him, filling up and pressing in deep as he could go, and remembers him curling his arms around him to hold tight, like they could meld together like that. a shiver runs up his spine in excitement, recalling the feel of kon's teeth gentle against his shoulder and neck, and how he'd tilted his head aside to offer himself up.
dom kisses him, because watching people sleep is creepy, and because his lips look so inviting, lightly parted in sleep, eyelashes thick and heavy against his cheeks, and when they open, an enchanting swirl of brown and green mixing together into a stunning hazel, all dom breathes out is a dorky 'hey'. for all his smooth talking and flirting, that's all he's got, and it'd be another thirty minutes at least, of holding each other, kissing despite the morning breath, and moving tangled legs together, feet rubbing at ankles, before they get up for breakfast.
not a thing dominic is very talented at, as is soon revealed. thankfully, kon has it covered, and with his mom out at work, they manage breakfast and coffee in shared bedsheets and a ratty bathrobe that smells like Cancun beach. ]
What are you not good at, Ariel? [ he asks him, mouth half stuffed with toast, as he leans in lick a bit of tzatziki off the corner of kon's lips, where they lay in bed later, resolved to get the full enjoyment out of morning after laziness. the bed's wide enough that the tray can be pushed to the side, and dominic can curl around him, arm loose over kon's middle, thumb tracing back and forth over the faint rise of a rib. ] Math? Driving? Ribbon dancing? Bet I could beat you at ribbon dancing.
PLS OMG THIS
A soft murmur of "Hey" is followed up by "Hey yourself" and the sound of sheets pulling and twisting as they take turns, a slow pulling one another on and off each other, slipping hands up shirtless torsos. Konstantin counts Dom's ribs with the joint of his thumb, all the way down and then back up again until they both agree that they're hungry enough that they can pull back and leave off to go brush their teeth and reconvene in the kitchen to create some kind of sustenance for breakfast.
Now.
Dominic is more of a smooth operator than he thinks, but then again, Konstantin is... relatively easy to please after a life avoidant of mornings like these, fearful that they may not last or even be remotely real. But here they are, in the kitchen with Konstantin pulling things from shelves gingerly and fixing up something for them to eat--unfortunately Kon could literally eat a horse in contrast to most, but he reins it in, fixing up a breakfast of yoghurt and a little bit of honey, some fruit from the mainland: nectarines and pears, oranges he peels off section by section and lays out because he's that kind of a sucker for presentation. Dom is fluttering about here or there, somewhat useless at the task, but that hardly bothers Konstantin very much.
There are a myriad of other things that he prepares--simple things like eggs for Dom and a few thick slices of toasted sesame bread and some strong coffee.
That'll do.
Breakfast gets eaten in bed, which Kon initially thinks is a bad idea but actually is rethinking that notion as a warm arm is wrapping around him, a palm all but tickling his ribs as he lets out a low hum at the kiss that catches a bit of the mess made at the corner of his mouth. He's running a finger along the edge of one of the small bowls of yoghurt now, brow playfully furrowed. Milk is probably one of the only byproducts of an animal he can manage without his teeth fully showing up to the party, so he indulges in it, sweet with honey and whatever remains of the peach he's dropped in their as well. ]
Ribbon dancing, [ he murmurs thoughtfully almost before letting out a chuckle. ] No, no, I think I'm good at that too.
[ Whatever that is. ] I'm great at math... I...
Hm.
{ Oh. ]
Driving. You might have me beat at driving, though I bet I can sail far better than you can.
[ He punctuates the sentiment with with a kiss returned, this one meant to be chaste initially, but tapering off with a soft swipe of tongue to the seam of Dom's mouth like he can't resist the warm feel of his mouth. ]
8333
curled up in bed with him again, the tip of his nose brushes against the curve of kon's shoulder, and dom can still smell sea water on him. it's soothing and refreshing, and he trails a hand over his skin idly, fingertips brushing along the rise of collar bones, and the curve of his throat. ]
Really? A ribbon dancing talent too? Let me know next time you have a recital.
[ doubting kon is actually into ribbon dancing, not that dominic is either, but the thought is a cute one. he wonders, absently, if he'd ever tried dance. after all, konstantin has the kind of long, elegant body to look like moving art. breathtaking enough, just in the ocean, but dom is a bit biased on that front. not to mention, the fact he's seen his body completely bare, now, pressed against him, into him, moving with him. biased is an understatement.
there's still peach and mango on kon's lips as theirs meet, and dominic smiles into it, parting his lips to lick at the juices clinging to his skin, to his tongue, soft and slow in how the kiss deepens. arms tightening, he pulls himself up as close to kon's back as he can, loving the warmth the seeps from their skin, heating up the sheets beneath them and the blankets tugged over them. feet play at kon's ankles, legs tangling up and curling, pulling him closer. it's all languid and easy and sweet, and he adores it beyond words. ]
Sail? [ he asks, after they part for a moment, mind coming back to the topic at hand. ] Oh, I might need you to prove it.
[ look being a mermaid means you're good at swimming, you can't get sailing out of that deal too, can you? maybe? who knows. in reality, dominic knows nothing about this, except that konstantin is like no one he's known before, and not because of the magic, or because of the mermaid thing. there's something genuine and beautiful in his smile, his laugh, the quiet of him and the little frowns here and there. something of his soul dominic just wants to see so much more of. ]
We could take trip around the islands. Race there, spend some time diving, make our way back. If you're not busy.
[ if you want to go. if want to spend more time together. if this wasn't just a weekend thing. as much as dominic wants it to be more, he won't ask kon to give more than he's willing. ]
TFLNS fite me
2. Christ I forgot how flexible you need to be for a decent sext pic. Jesus.
3. Oh my fucking god, I was conceived on the first date.
4. I think my fortune cookie is telling me I give good blowjobs.
5. Hi I'm on my way to give you multiple screaming orgasms and Easter candy
obligatory action thread / apocalypse now.
apocalypse AU
that universe where they part ways from a summer romance
exchange e-mails and research over the years
and meet back up in the midst of fire and brimstone
and the world falling to utter shit.
( i just wanted action, and maybe kon riding a motorcycle w/ dom on the back. )
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the world had been changing, they'd known that. strange phenomena, erratic weather. the earth, the pulse of it he'd felt through his magic, had just been wrong. they'd been in far north canada, staying with a tribe of Inuit, when news came in the form of a mob. the town not far had always joked about the natives being strange mystics, but hadn't considered it seriously until hell and heaven collapsed inward on the world, and things they'd only taken for campfire stories and good cinema became their reality. when the consequences of twisted magic tore the world asunder, they came for them, and in the resulting massacre, dominic and his mother escaped with their lives, thanks to the elder shaman's defense, but not undamaged. his sight wouldn't return for another year, and after intensive, desperate training to keep himself and his mother alive.
it's the second year - running, fighting, and running again - when word reaches of a group formed in the ruins of LA. Magic users and normal soldiers keeping safe in a walled camp, living inside an IKEA, led by a group of four witches from a school in Alaska, and Dom wonders if he should regret not taking the chance for that magic school thing when he could have.
no. he wouldn't trade the life he had for the world. not that there was much left of it - the world.
at least there's no more seaworlds, he thinks grimly, as he's making his way through LA streets, scouting and collecting supplies for his mother and the group they'd picked up along the way here. the both of them, no matter how infuriating the person is, are incapable of leaving someone in need behind. maybe it's not the smart thing, and they've definitely been taken advantage of here and there, but what's the point of morality if you drop it and run when things get hard? for dominic, surviving on this planet alone has never been enough. you have to be worth it. he does, at least. whatever anyone else's personal standards are isn't his business, so long as no one's getting hurt. though, it does surprisingly inspire faith in people. hence the group they'd ended up with.
however, since he's the only witch in the group here, that leaves him alone doing these trips. after training blind for a year, expanding his magic beyond just the realm of the sea, he's been about to hone it, concentrate, hear and feel footfalls on the earth a mile away, disruptions in the air, read a history in the trees and grass. being inner city does make it a bit harder, concrete and metal not the easiest to read but doable. yet, there are times he's caught off guard, before he can take cover or get to a strategic place.
like now.
they descend from broken out windows on the buildings from either side of him, too many, more than he usually sees, but they are so close to the camp they'd been trying to get to. it makes sense the area around would be crawling with demons, angels, monsters and everything in between. thankfully, they're mostly run of the mill monsters, and that, he can deal with. more than he'd like to, but running would likely just attract more. his eyes squeeze shut, a remnant from the year he'd done blind, finding his senses sharper and his reactions quicker, and the earth comes alive beneath his feet. concrete cracks, as spires shoot up from it, skewering some. walls rise, slamming monster into buildings or launching them far off, sectioning them off so he can deal with fewer at a time. the air surges throwing them one way and another, a metallic screeching sounds as rails from a nearby metro track peel upwards to spear through some of the creatures. they keep coming, as much distance as he tries to make, and even with all that he can take out, a few still make it to them.
that's where the fire comes in.
the staff he walks with (of course it'd be a fucking staff, this goddamn hippy) flares up, flame all along the length of it, scorching with each hit he scores on the creatures. he's backed up, tired, worn, down to the last creature, but losing energy fast, and that's when lightning comes striking down from the sky, leaving a crater where the monster once was. surprised, out of breathe, dominic stumbles back a couple paces and falls, eyes blinked open wide as he stares at the charred ground. that wasn't him. he doesn't do electricity, and he doesn't do weather.
it's like he can taste him on the air, feel him in the crisp scent of ozone and dispersing energy, before his eyes finally fall on him. older, more rough and worn, sitting astride a motorcycle, but him all the same. ] Kon?
[ a breathless moment, unsure if he can believe his eyes, and then Dom's up and running, abandoning the pack of supplies and the staff on the ground. ] Konstantin!
[ arms thrown around his shoulders, he practically climbs him and body slams him all in the same moment. ] I tried to call before the cell towers went out, I thought-- [ he'd thought he was gone. he'd hoped he wasn't, he'd prayed he wasn't, but he'd dreaded it. ]
Fuck, you have no idea how happy I am to see you.
AND NOW I'M DONE
-
When it begins, Ash tells him: You can't afford to be picky anymore. He knows what it means and he doesn't like it. He knows that it means and he says "fuck it."
Because this is what nature intended, isn't it?
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Konstantin is no longer as lean as he used to be, and he wears every part of his mother's blood with pride now--teeth and scales, bright, jewel-like eyes, and a voice that is honed like a knife. He's just passing through Los Angeles when he hears the fight and the sound of a familiar voice under duress. The bike is loud, but the fight is already at a roar (and it's only going to get louder as he manipulates the pressure in one isolated area). He learns this trick from a beautiful woman in Andalusia after the world falls to shit. She keeps him for over a month and together they protect Spain's coastline with a series of curated storms as he learns his birthright day after day.
The storm, the lightning, they fit into the palm of his hand, they heat his fingertips, they crash along with the sound of his voice as he sees one of the group peeling away in a whirlwind of fire that flickers in and out like the tip of a flame on a matchstick. This won't do, Konstantin decides. It won't do because he recognizes the blonde hair, the build, the sound of his voice calling out. He would know it anywhere (even from the bottom of the sea).
The taste of his magic only makes him all the more certain. This is Dominic and he is on the edges of his energy.
The lightning strike that Konstantin summons could be considered overkill, but mermaids have always been known for being emotional creatures, and he is no different. The surge he feels wracking through his fingertips and along his spine is more than just the feeling of simple duty hardly owed to anyone. It's built on warm summers on a rocking boat and the face of Dominic's mother and the feel of her hands holding his cheeks when he was younger. It's swimming with fish of all colors and the incredulous look on his face when Dom always manages to show up riding a great whale like some kid from a movie. It's all stacked on sentiment so there's nothing left of the assailant but ash on the ground.
I missed you too.
He doesn't have time to react--Dom is already running towards him (if he hadn't known better, he'd have killed him too for running at him like that) and throwing arms around his neck, pressing his body up against him in all the ways an old friend and lover might. Konstantin doesn't hesitate, hands spanning Dom's back and letting him babble on in all the ways he shouldn't, not in an open area like this where Kon has just toasted some asshole. It's okay, he wants to say. It's okay, it's okay, we didn't see this coming, we didn't know this would happen. ]
I think I might, [ he breathes because Dominic's vice-like grip hasn't changed in his embrace and Konstantin can't help himself, even with the static clinging to his hair, to his clothing, still sparking off in tiny flyaways that catch in Dom's hair as well and snap a bit in the air.
It's like taking a breath of air when your lungs are ready to burst.
It hurts, but god... it feels so good all the same.
Konstantin presses his face against Dom's cheek gently, finds the familiar spot where his brow meets his cheekbone and stays there, breathing hard as the air hums with static. ]
Wasn't sure if I'd see you again, to be honest.
[ Not that Dom isn't capable, but the apocalypse takes. It doesn't give back. And Kon's been having some shit luck lately. He's going to hold fast to this one piece. ]
In all this, I couldn't be sure...
txt. bc all i ever do is txt.
asking for a friend.
i love txt ok
r friend
needs them for
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Why do you need to tranq them?
Are you moving them? From where to where?
What are you doing with them?
Are you doing surgery?
Do you have a license for that?
[ he's basically aquaman, don't hurt his feesh friends ]
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it.
i'm being a nice guy. this is me being a nice guy and making a routine teeth cleaning go smoother and less painfully.
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Marine life don't get routine teeth cleanings. Not even the amphibious ones. They aren't domesticated cats.
If he's askable, maybe he should ask me himself.
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BAM, you just got symbiotic'd.
aw, just find it in your bleeding heart to help a guy out. he's in need.