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Summary: The world of Torpin is open, dragging in xeni from other worlds. The majority of them are monsters, prone to violence. There are some, however, that are not, and are able to live amongst the human population, if allowed to. Marland should know; he's one of them. His job is to hunt and stop the xeni that seek only to destroy what's around them. On one job, a human xeno drops through a portal, an event which Marland has never heard of happening before. And that's not the only thing different about the human...
Rating: M
Notes: Contains looots of swearing.
Xenos is now xeni. And xeno is no longer capitalised now. XD;;
*rolls up sleeves* Let's hope I can finish this and have it all edited by the time June comes around. (D: Very freaking unlikely.)
*snerk at Scottish slang/language…thing.* When you scratch something, you 'itch' it and arrrrgh, so hard to find alternative words! XDD;;
More bandaging stuff, OMG. *facepalm*
Totally blaming Marland's slight ooc-ness on the chocolate. *nods* It's got nothing to do with me losing his voice again, or the fact that I've gotten used to writing humour.
WHY CAN'T I WRAP THIS UP?? ;________; I really hope the master and slave one isn't this long when I write it. D: Jeeeeeez.
Now that I know more about dog body language, I'm wondering if Marland's been acting 'right'. But he's not a canine, so that's okay. ;)
*stares at Marland and Ronthar* Dammit, just throw characterisation away and – just - hug, or something, okay?? It's kinda obvious to the other that you really need it! Gaaah! … Okay, never mind. *facepalm at Marland*
*stares at word count* I'd originally stopped just before 80k, then decided that I wanted to break through that milestone. XDD
Genre: Urban fantasy
Word count: 1,081
Total word count: 80,015
Status: Work in Progress
He sighed, his ears lifting up slightly. Fuck it. Marland shoved his thoughts to the side and opened the door. He picked up the towel he used, as well as his trousers, hoping there was a bin he could shove it in. One ear twitched up when the trousers didn't bunch up smoothly in his hands. When he patted down the pockets, he found both of the cardkeys, blood on them dark and dry. Stomach churning, he stared down at them for a few seconds, his mind blank. The cards had their previous owners' faces on them. Taking a breath, he looked away. He should probably keep them, just in case. Marland went over to the sink and dampened a corner of the towel and lightly scrubbed at the cards' surface. He hoped the water wouldn't damage them –it wasn't like he knew how they worked- but eventually, most of the blood came off.
There was a bin in the corner of their room, and Marland gladly dumped the trousers in it. It was quiet when he set himself down. There was then a few minutes of silence, neither of them looking at each other.
Well this was just fucking great.
And then his wound started being itchy. Grumbling, Marland rubbed his knuckles against the plaster, but that just made it worse – not to mention press on all the bruising. The plaster had moved a lot while he'd been touching it as well.
Marland brought his wing forward carefully and peered at the plaster – it was completely soaked through, the tape more off than on. It probably wouldn't last very long.
Marland's ears twitched in Ronthar's direction when he hummed. The bed creaked as Ronthar slid off it. "Hold on," Ronthar said, his face thoughtful as he left the room.
Okay…? The itchiness flared up and Marland considered biting the wound. He glared at it before turning his head away. He wouldn't be able to reach it –not with his teeth at least– and it would make it worse anyway if he did that.
He was growling softly by the time Ronthar came back, a small white box in his hand. A first aid kit? How did he know where it was?
"I helped Nillos with his bandages," Ronthar said with a small shrug. "Do you mind if I…?" He gestured towards Marland's wing.
Marland stared at the box for a few seconds before he sighed, his ears flicking down and then back up again. "No." Ronthar would still push to help him even if he'd said yes -he wasn't as different from Shodin as Marland had originally thought he was- and he couldn't be bothered arguing with him.
Ronthar dipped his head, a small smile on his face. "Thank you."
He snorted, turning over some more and shifting to the side so that Ronthar could sit next to him. It felt weird when the mattress dipped, the sound of the first aid box getting put on the table the only thing he could really hear.
There was a small pause as Ronthar opened the box and rifled through its contents. "I'm going to touch your wing, okay?"
Marland huffed as he turned his head away, his ears flattening. Yeah, there really wasn't that much difference between them.
Ronthar's fingers were light, barely even touching him. When the plaster on the back of his wing was pulled off, it was done slowly, carefully. It also made Marland pay more attention to that area, and that just made him more aware of how itchy it was.
"It looks like it's healing well," Ronthar commented as there was a sound of ripping paper.
Good. It was still fucking itchy though.
When Ronthar stuck the plaster on, his fingers lingered before he lifted them away. "I…never thanked you," he said quietly.
Both of Marland's ears swivelled around to face Ronthar. What? He just did it a minute ago.
There was a weak chuckle and then Ronthar took a deep breath. "I hadn't thanked you for coming back for me."
Oh.
"You didn't have to, especially after I…" Ronthar lapsed into silence.
"Are you fucking serious?" Marland lifted his wing away so that he could glare at Ronthar. Unsurprisingly, the man had a hand wrapped around the top part of his left arm. "Why the fuck would I leave anyone there?" Balt was away in his own world without the aid of a portal; who knew what he would have done. In fact, fuck, without Marland there, Ronthar was then 'useless' as a hostage and he would have probably been killed.
Ronthar gaped at him. After a few seconds of staring at him, his face softened into a smile. "You really are a nice person."
Marland stared at him in disbelief. What – what the hell? Where did he get that from?
Seeing his face, Ronthar's lips twitched and he chuckled.
Marland blinked and then his ears went down slowly as he gave Ronthar a suspicious look. Had Ronthar been teasing him? "…You aren't scared of me." It'd been kinda obvious from the start, but he hadn't been paying proper attention then.
"Hm?" Ronthar tilted his head at him, a slight tilt to his eyebrows. "No, why should – oh, because you're a 'xeno'?"
His ears flicked at the verbal…air quotes, Nillos had called them?
"What are you, really?"
Marland stared at him blankly before he understood what he was asking. He shrugged with his wings. "I can't remember. I just got used to being called a xeno after a while."
Ronthar froze, his eyes going wide. "I – apologies."
He shrugged again. "S'fine. It doesn't bother me that much anymore." It was just something else that he'd gotten used to over the years.
Ronthar was quiet for a few seconds, fiddling with the plaster plastic. "I'm not scared of you because I'm… hm, I'm used to seeing a lot of 'not-humans' on my world." His eyes became distant, his hands' movements slowing down. "There's over-" Ronthar waved a hand in the air, and Marland looked away from the familiar gesture "-actually, I'm not sure if we've counted how many different races we could communicate with," Ronthar finished, a small frown on his face. "Humans certainly weren't the original inhabitants."
Marland snorted and flicked his ears towards Ronthar. "And everyone lives peacefully."
He heard Ronthar shake his head. "No – there's always an argument going on somewhere, but we don't kill someone just because they're a different race."
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*dies laughing* So, yeah, I expected Marland to be all '*mutter mutter* It wasn't exactly a far distance…' when Ronthar thanked him. XDD Good thing their personalities in my head know when to kick my logical planning out the window. XDD;
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Summary: The world of Torpin is open, dragging in xeni from other worlds. The majority of them are monsters, prone to violence. There are some, however, that are not, and are able to live amongst the human population, if allowed to. Marland should know; he's one of them. His job is to hunt and stop the xeni that seek only to destroy what's around them. On one job, a human xeno drops through a portal, an event which Marland has never heard of happening before. And that's not the only thing different about the human...
Rating: M
Notes: Contains looots of swearing.
Xenos is now xeni. And xeno is no longer capitalised now. XD;;
*rolls up sleeves* Let's hope I can finish this and have it all edited by the time June comes around. (D: Very freaking unlikely.)
*snerk at Scottish slang/language…thing.* When you scratch something, you 'itch' it and arrrrgh, so hard to find alternative words! XDD;;
More bandaging stuff, OMG. *facepalm*
Totally blaming Marland's slight ooc-ness on the chocolate. *nods* It's got nothing to do with me losing his voice again, or the fact that I've gotten used to writing humour.
WHY CAN'T I WRAP THIS UP?? ;________; I really hope the master and slave one isn't this long when I write it. D: Jeeeeeez.
Now that I know more about dog body language, I'm wondering if Marland's been acting 'right'. But he's not a canine, so that's okay. ;)
*stares at Marland and Ronthar* Dammit, just throw characterisation away and – just - hug, or something, okay?? It's kinda obvious to the other that you really need it! Gaaah! … Okay, never mind. *facepalm at Marland*
*stares at word count* I'd originally stopped just before 80k, then decided that I wanted to break through that milestone. XDD
Genre: Urban fantasy
Word count: 1,081
Total word count: 80,015
Status: Work in Progress
He sighed, his ears lifting up slightly. Fuck it. Marland shoved his thoughts to the side and opened the door. He picked up the towel he used, as well as his trousers, hoping there was a bin he could shove it in. One ear twitched up when the trousers didn't bunch up smoothly in his hands. When he patted down the pockets, he found both of the cardkeys, blood on them dark and dry. Stomach churning, he stared down at them for a few seconds, his mind blank. The cards had their previous owners' faces on them. Taking a breath, he looked away. He should probably keep them, just in case. Marland went over to the sink and dampened a corner of the towel and lightly scrubbed at the cards' surface. He hoped the water wouldn't damage them –it wasn't like he knew how they worked- but eventually, most of the blood came off.
There was a bin in the corner of their room, and Marland gladly dumped the trousers in it. It was quiet when he set himself down. There was then a few minutes of silence, neither of them looking at each other.
Well this was just fucking great.
And then his wound started being itchy. Grumbling, Marland rubbed his knuckles against the plaster, but that just made it worse – not to mention press on all the bruising. The plaster had moved a lot while he'd been touching it as well.
Marland brought his wing forward carefully and peered at the plaster – it was completely soaked through, the tape more off than on. It probably wouldn't last very long.
Marland's ears twitched in Ronthar's direction when he hummed. The bed creaked as Ronthar slid off it. "Hold on," Ronthar said, his face thoughtful as he left the room.
Okay…? The itchiness flared up and Marland considered biting the wound. He glared at it before turning his head away. He wouldn't be able to reach it –not with his teeth at least– and it would make it worse anyway if he did that.
He was growling softly by the time Ronthar came back, a small white box in his hand. A first aid kit? How did he know where it was?
"I helped Nillos with his bandages," Ronthar said with a small shrug. "Do you mind if I…?" He gestured towards Marland's wing.
Marland stared at the box for a few seconds before he sighed, his ears flicking down and then back up again. "No." Ronthar would still push to help him even if he'd said yes -he wasn't as different from Shodin as Marland had originally thought he was- and he couldn't be bothered arguing with him.
Ronthar dipped his head, a small smile on his face. "Thank you."
He snorted, turning over some more and shifting to the side so that Ronthar could sit next to him. It felt weird when the mattress dipped, the sound of the first aid box getting put on the table the only thing he could really hear.
There was a small pause as Ronthar opened the box and rifled through its contents. "I'm going to touch your wing, okay?"
Marland huffed as he turned his head away, his ears flattening. Yeah, there really wasn't that much difference between them.
Ronthar's fingers were light, barely even touching him. When the plaster on the back of his wing was pulled off, it was done slowly, carefully. It also made Marland pay more attention to that area, and that just made him more aware of how itchy it was.
"It looks like it's healing well," Ronthar commented as there was a sound of ripping paper.
Good. It was still fucking itchy though.
When Ronthar stuck the plaster on, his fingers lingered before he lifted them away. "I…never thanked you," he said quietly.
Both of Marland's ears swivelled around to face Ronthar. What? He just did it a minute ago.
There was a weak chuckle and then Ronthar took a deep breath. "I hadn't thanked you for coming back for me."
Oh.
"You didn't have to, especially after I…" Ronthar lapsed into silence.
"Are you fucking serious?" Marland lifted his wing away so that he could glare at Ronthar. Unsurprisingly, the man had a hand wrapped around the top part of his left arm. "Why the fuck would I leave anyone there?" Balt was away in his own world without the aid of a portal; who knew what he would have done. In fact, fuck, without Marland there, Ronthar was then 'useless' as a hostage and he would have probably been killed.
Ronthar gaped at him. After a few seconds of staring at him, his face softened into a smile. "You really are a nice person."
Marland stared at him in disbelief. What – what the hell? Where did he get that from?
Seeing his face, Ronthar's lips twitched and he chuckled.
Marland blinked and then his ears went down slowly as he gave Ronthar a suspicious look. Had Ronthar been teasing him? "…You aren't scared of me." It'd been kinda obvious from the start, but he hadn't been paying proper attention then.
"Hm?" Ronthar tilted his head at him, a slight tilt to his eyebrows. "No, why should – oh, because you're a 'xeno'?"
His ears flicked at the verbal…air quotes, Nillos had called them?
"What are you, really?"
Marland stared at him blankly before he understood what he was asking. He shrugged with his wings. "I can't remember. I just got used to being called a xeno after a while."
Ronthar froze, his eyes going wide. "I – apologies."
He shrugged again. "S'fine. It doesn't bother me that much anymore." It was just something else that he'd gotten used to over the years.
Ronthar was quiet for a few seconds, fiddling with the plaster plastic. "I'm not scared of you because I'm… hm, I'm used to seeing a lot of 'not-humans' on my world." His eyes became distant, his hands' movements slowing down. "There's over-" Ronthar waved a hand in the air, and Marland looked away from the familiar gesture "-actually, I'm not sure if we've counted how many different races we could communicate with," Ronthar finished, a small frown on his face. "Humans certainly weren't the original inhabitants."
Marland snorted and flicked his ears towards Ronthar. "And everyone lives peacefully."
He heard Ronthar shake his head. "No – there's always an argument going on somewhere, but we don't kill someone just because they're a different race."
*dies laughing* So, yeah, I expected Marland to be all '*mutter mutter* It wasn't exactly a far distance…' when Ronthar thanked him. XDD Good thing their personalities in my head know when to kick my logical planning out the window. XDD;
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Date: Apr. 19th, 2011 12:22 am (UTC)he found both of the cardkeys, blood on them dark and dry.
Ick. D: Ah, totally forgot about those.
Well this was just fucking great.
Ahahaha. He sounds so very unenthusiastic about this. <3
The itchiness flared up and Marland considered biting the wound.
I don't think that would help... glaring at it doesn't help either, but at least that doesn't aggravate it more. XD
"No." Ronthar would still push to help him even if he'd said yes -he wasn't as different from Shodin as Marland had originally thought he was- and he couldn't be bothered arguing with him.
Ronthar and Shodin are the same person after all. *___* Just with different memory banks to draw from... is my impression. (And one has a more elegant name while the other is named after a tree, hahaha) Aw, Marland, is he just tired, doesn't want to argue, or is he maybe hopeful without realizing it? ;)
Both of Marland's ears swivelled around to face Ronthar. What? He just did it a minute ago.
*imagines Marland's ears swivelling, hehe* I was thinking he swivelled around, but then I realized it was just his ears! XD; And the thanking part... of course it's not just thanking for small things.
"I hadn't thanked you for coming back for me."
<333 Let's see Marland's reaction to this.
"Why the fuck would I leave anyone there?"
Ahahaha. XD; Very sensible.
"You really are a nice person."
:DDD
"…You aren't scared of me." It'd been kinda obvious from the start, but he hadn't been paying proper attention then.
Eeeee. :D
His ears flicked at the verbal…air quotes, Nillos had called them?
Pftt, air quotes! Verbal ones! *wonders what kind of tone Ronthar used for this effect* I forgot, does Ronthar know the written language here? Though I guess he doesn't need to for the emphasis.
It was just something else that he'd gotten used to over the years.
Very sad thing to get used to. ):
"I'm not scared of you because I'm… hm, I'm used to seeing a lot of 'not-humans' on my world."
Very curious about Ronthar's world.
It wasn't exactly a far distance
Pftt!!! XDDD
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Date: Apr. 19th, 2011 12:12 pm (UTC)"Ahahaha. He sounds so very unenthusiastic about this. <3"
*laughs* XDD 'Y'know what? Screw this uncomfortable feeling! ... *feels uncomfortable* Great. -_____-'
"I don't think that would help... glaring at it doesn't help either, but at least that doesn't aggravate it more. XD"
But it'd relieve the itchiness! For a second. And then it'd be worse. XDD
Maybe he should have one of those cones around his head. His arms should still be able to reach it though."Ronthar and Shodin are the same person after all. *___* Just with different memory banks to draw from... is my impression."
:D \o/
"Aw, Marland, is he just tired, doesn't want to argue, or is he maybe hopeful without realizing it?"
He doesn't want to argue and ah, he's sorta given up on seeing Shodin again. He's also partially tired of whining so much too. X3;; It takes effort to keep up the 'Nooooooo, Shooodiiiiiin'.
"Ahahaha. XD; Very sensible."
*grins*
"*wonders what kind of tone Ronthar used for this effect*"
It was the sort of 'using an unfamiliar word' tone and a small pause before using the word. There was also an accompanying headtilt. X3;
"I forgot, does Ronthar know the written language here?"
No, Ronthar can't read here. Not sure if he can read on his homeworld either. Hmm.
"Very curious about Ronthar's world."
*grins*