doomsdev

[doomsdev]

dev grunts, unsure how to respond, but well... what is he supposed to do? "can't be crying over it everytime i see death and misfortune can i?" he chuckles at his turn of phrase though, the awkward little tone that he now knows is usual for the other. he can't decide what to say to it, except, "so next time you won't be scared to find me here?"

he chuckled again, twice, in such a short time, that was unlike him but this big man melting under him it was amusing to watch. delightful to feel, hands on his body, lips on his neck, claiming, taking but also offering, in his own way. "i think the chemistry's fine, don't you?" he asks, he can't fanthom elias not having noticed the signs he was putting out, drawing dev in like this.

they were complete opposites, it was fair to say, but even so there was a bond there if they were open to it. dev was not going to jump onto it, allies were one thing, understanding another, trusting someone to stick around through thick and thin, through death and tragedy and waking nightmares? that he could not do. this was a port in a storm, a comfort through the darkness of night and it would remain as such, even if elias so far wasn't scared away by... dev.

"you  don't  ...look  like  you  do."  even  when  he  spoke  of  what  he  saw,  it  was  ...calm,  collected  &  calculated.  no  emotions,  no  expression  on  his  face  other  than  that  dark,  mysterious  ...something  he  always  carried  around  with  him.  not  that  it  was  a  bad  look.  but  that  made  it  difficult  to  read  him.  but  hearing  this,  hearing  the  horrors  he  must  be  facing  every  day  ...  pulled  on  his  heartstrings.  expression  softening  -  even  though  it'd  never  been  a  hard  one  anyway  &  if  they  hadn't  been  in  a  rather  peculiar  position  to  begin  with,  he  would've  aimed  for  a  hug.  maybe  later.  just  ...  for  comfort.  nothing  more,  nothing  less.  hugs  were  good,  elias  liked  hugs.  they  brought  so  many  emotions  across  -  in  one  way  or  another.  "i'm  ..  sorry.  for  what  it's  worth,  my  door's  always  open  if  you  ...  i  dunno,  wanna  talk,  i  guess.  i  mean...  we  don't  gotta  talk,  i  just  ...  i  mean  you  saw  my  door  is  literally  open."  extending  an  invitation  was  more  difficult  than  he  expected.  geez.

"oh."  well,  that  was  a  valid  point  elias  couldn't  deny.  surely,  even  demigods  didn't  go  around  pushing  people  they  aren't  interested  in  into  walls  like  this  -  bodies  almost  one,  warm  &  soft  against  one  another."uhhh,  right.  yeah..  i  uhh,  yeah."  okay  okay.  not  ideal  circumstances,  but  ...  he  might  still  be  able  to  salvage  this.  dev  didn't  run  yet.

the  kiss  ...came  out  of  the  blue  &  yet  not,  because  elias  had  been  waiting  for  dev  to  finish  his  sentence  when  it  happened,  so  there  went  that.  but  at  the  same  time...  tall,  handsome,  mysterious  dev  kissing  him..  was  not  a  bad  alternative.  he  melted  against  the  wall,  trying  to  -  well,  he  didn't  really  have  to  try  letting  dev  take  the  lead,  arms  fumbling  a  little  behind  them,  but  they  quickly  found  fabric  to  latch  onto.  their  lips  parted  &  he  was  ...  visibly  ..content.  silly  little  smile  on  his  lips,  though  his  brow  perked.  we'll  see?  little  breathless  from  the  kiss  still,  he  gave  a  small  nod.  "that's  f-fair,  i  uh...  i  mean...  gotta  see  if  there's  chemistry  and  all..  right?"  maybe  he  was  the  only  one  who  ...felt  it  already?  would  be  typically  him,  but  then  again  ...  with  dev  being  the  way  he  was,  elias  never  had  a  chance  to  begin  with.

[doomsdev]

that was as clear a yes as elias was going to give him, dev knew that by now. he was all too happy to wait and go for him in the comfort of his cabin but there was no time for this right now, not when adrenaline was pumping in his veins, not when the presence of moros burned some new sense into him.

"no one's gonna catch us." he whispered in his ear, lips tracing his skin, hands feeling his body up as he turned elias around. big lug of a man but he was all soft, not at all what dev had expected but he knew that now.

"this can't wait." he pressed their lips together, having to lean forward to reach his lips, hand on his hair while the other guided elias' hands down. he was all ready for him, biting into his lips as it went from sort of, almost sweet to pure want. "i think you'll enjoy taking care of it right here... where you like so much."

later, there'd be time for conversation. or drinks, or sleep... elias seemed to enjoy the company and dev well, he didn't mind it half as much as he should. right now though, he needed to pour all that energy somewhere.

elias  meant  to  do  this  for  a  while  now,  but  ...  well,  he  had  no  excuse,  really  because  it  wasn't  like  something  happened  to  him  or  anything.  it  was  ..  just  himself.  he'd  been  the  problem.  as  per  usual.  he  should  be  used  to  it  by  now,  but  part  of  him  found  itself  surprised  time  &  time  again.  still,  he  was  kind  of  back  on  track  now  -  or  tried  to  be  &  had  made  his  way  to  the  library  to  look  for  some  info  on  ...  well,  a  lot.

he  liked  books.  books  were  gentle.  books  were  quiet,  they  didn't  talk  back  &  they  didn't  make  him  nervous.  he  didn't  ramble  around  books  -  though  he  often  found  himself  rambling  about  them,  which  ..  was  not  good  when  he  was  trying  to  impress  people.  but  ...still..  he  was  fine.  it  was  all  fine.  the  ark  &  being  here  wasn't  so  bad  actually.  sansa  was  out  &  about  right  now  -  he  was  trying  to  let  tristan's  advice  ....take  root.  he  was  trying  not  to  helicopter  dad  her,  especially  because  the  ark  was  safe.  right?  yeah.

busy  reading  through  the  backs  of  books  -  looking  for  a  very  special  one  to  help  him  find  out  what  happened  to  his  father,  he  didn't  hear  or  see  dev  coming.  little  grin  on  his  lips  when  he  found  it,  he  made  a  little  hah  sound,  which  quickly  turned  into  a  little  oh  when  a  tall,  warm  body  pressed  him  into  the  shelf.  confused...  was  probably  a  good  word  to  describe  his  mental  state  until  eyes  roam  to  find  a  hand  on  his  &  words  were  rumbled  against  his  neck.

well,  he  knew  that  voice.  "d-dev,  hi.  ummm...  oh,  okay.  yeah."  so  dev  ...  was  a  mystery,  but  sometimes  he  just  ...  didn't  get  him.  or  maybe  he  wasn't  meant  to.  "uh,  yeah.  y-you  mean  like  ...  here?  right  here?"  yes,  they  had  hooked  up  &  yes,  elias  was  very  much  open  to  hooking  up  again.  or  many.......many  more  times.  but  they'd  get  kicked  out,  wouldn't  they?  well,  the  library  had  been  almost  empty  when  he  came  in,  so  maybe....  bad  idea.  stop  it.  "you  uh...  you  wanna  like...  you  know,  go  somewhere  else?  a-anywhere,  i  mean  i'm  not  saying  no!  i  just,  i'm  ...  what  if  they  catch  us?"  there  was  that  point  about  rambling  he  made  prior. 

[doomsdev]

"well, not sure any of us is what can be considered healthy," he mused, hand fixing his hair up some as he stared at the other. it was a sorry competition the one they were in, but dev was somehow, getting used to it.

"well..." dev started, shaking his head slightly, "i'm not sure, really. distraction, maybe. i got used to having a whole city moving around me, the chaos was distracting. if not, i could always go to a pub or a club." here options were far more limited. he made do, but it was not the same.

"same for you, nights can be long, and lonely." was this flirting? friendly offers? was it just two weird guys commiserating? he was never sure what vibes he was giving off, or getting most of the time. that was why he preferred to just be direct, "my cabin's a good place as any to not sleep. i have some drinks, if you enjoy that."

Armando rolled his shoulders into a shrug, "not often. I still need to sleep, and I'll get a few hours around sunrise, but not enough that people might consider healthy," that last word was in air quotes. "Hassle, definitely."

HIs lips pursed, and he hummed in thought, bringing a hand up to twist at the stubble on his chin, theatrically so. "Definitely the title, but we can see what prize you can win for being the most unfortunate. Anything you're in desperate need of, besides sleep or a break?" He'd help if he could, still unsure what exactly he could offer short of taking the others abilities away from him to give him some peace, but that wasn't an option.

"Never alone," he smiled, "and if you're awake and need someone, I'm there."

[doomsdev]

@thunderclasped

Dev is covered in blood when he gets back to the Ark. Dried up now, staining clothes and his face. His hands are shaking slightly, and he grabs one fist with the other to steady it. He started the day throwing up atop a winged lion, and he ended it saving people with the help of his father. Using doom to destroy a raging god's influence, guided by Moros' himself as he forced him out of screaming cultists.

Though he knew he was his son, that doom was his destiny, Dev had never felt it quite as deeply as he did now. Not in fear or resignation, not even in a power hungry way, but in acceptance. In recognition, if only for a second he commanded doom itself and he changed people's fates. He never had before believed he could.

Warm water washed away the blood, but his heart kept pounding, adrenaline coursing through him. Moros' presence as real as it had been right then and there. He should call his dad... but first.

He found him in the library, hair still wet, hand opening and closing as he felt dread cling to him like a protective layer, a cloud that hung above him for better or worse.

Words were probably best, but he found he had few of those now, he watched him grab a book, and a second later Dev forced it back into the shelf with a hand over his. Pressing him against the shelf as well, as his lips met the sensitive skin of Elias' neck. "Can you feel it?" He whispered against his ear, bodies glued together. There was so much unbound energy he doubted he couldn't. People usually avoided Dev for a reason. "I need you right now." He offered then, as explanation. They had reached an agreement had they not? And this was the exact situation that called for it.

[doomsdev]

dev grunted, perhaps he was not as young and eager like some of the others here but he wasn't against harmless fun. it had been a long time since he swam in anything but an actual pool, even in the ark, he'd managed to avoid going in so far. with a sigh, he took advantage of the other moving under the water to get rid of his clothes. he was not getting it all wet thank you very much, entering into the cold cold water with only his boxers as he took a dive as well, looking for the other under the water.

               𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐧 and he laughed. " yes, it's so nice here. i know the view is breathtaking, but it's way cooler in here. come on, get comfortable and come cool down. " riah swam closer to where the other man was and he chuckled. " suit yourself. but i'm telling you the water is nice. you're missing out. " he said as he swam away, going under the water and enjoying it all the same.

[doomsdev]

Dev shrugged, hand on his face for a second. "That would be ideal..." He agreed, "I've been trying not to look into the future. I can't see anything good and I don't know how helpful it might be at all." He shook his head.

"We can focus on something else, until shit hit the fans again, at least?" He suggested, "I don't think anyone would mind if we took a break, or did some practicing until the next crazy demigod or god or monster decides to fuck shit up."

Masyn lets out a quiet hum before nodding his head. "Thanks. I suppose I'll do the same." Masyn says with a nod. "And I'm sure we'll get it all worked out and figured out. Just have to take a little time. Although the sooner the better I always say." Masyn says with a smirk.

[doomsdev]

Dev nods along, he too is up at odd hours, most often than not that's what goes on when images of tragedy follow him wherever he goes, even sleep. "well, if i ever manage to figure stuff out... i'll invite you along for some point and bash support. but i'm just as lost right now." he could maybe attempt to look into the future, see some of the threats coming for them but how helpful is it going to be seeing the ark destroyed over and over and everyone dead.

Masyn snorts before nodding his head. "That's true. Although I tend to be up all weird hours of the night." Masyn admitted with a shrug of his shoulders. Masyn snorts and nods his head. "That's true. But damn." Masyn says with a chuckle. "I would like to make sense of it, but I'm not that type of a guy. More of a point and bash kind of guy than a detective."

[doomsdev]

"you just... don't sleep?" he asks, that seemed odd, even for someone powered by the night, he himself felt better in the dark but that didn't mean his body didn't need rest, oftentimes it was the opposite really, he couldn't get any rest or sleep no matter how much his body ached and begged for it. how much his mind suffered.

"i suppose that can be a hassle, so i'll give you that." he mused, a hand running through his hair, "what do i get for it? or just the title of unfortunate? cause to be fucking honest i'm quite done with it." his words were true, even if spoken with some humor, what little of it he could muster. a sign perhaps, of how he actually enjoyed the other's company.

"at least we don't need to be awake alone, for what is worth."

Armando couldn't help the small chuckle that followed, and he gave Dev a playful nudge to his arm. "This time," He repeated back. Dev's wasn't an ability he was jealous of, not in the slightest, nor would he say he was afraid of it either. Death was something they were all anticipating, and given the monumental tasks they were constantly given, it would probably come sooner rather than later. Armando was ready for it, mentally prepared in the loosest sense, but he couldn't imagine it. Dev saw it all, every eventuality in such precise detail. It had to take a toll.

"I don't sleep," he said with a shrug, "my father's power lies in the night sky so that means in the middle of the night, when it's completely dark, I feel at my strongest." He was used to it now, mostly. "It's a great time to read, or walk of just...sit and exist, but it means that during the day I'm a little more out of sorts." He slapped a hand to Dev's shoulder, letting it rest there, "but yeah, I'd say you're still the unlucky one."

[doomsdev]

Dev grunts in disapproval, as if chiding him for being foolish but says nothing, it wouldn't matter anyway if one of them wanted to break some doors they probably could do it easily. Still.

"who said i don't mind it?" he questions, expression as blank as it had been a few seconds ago, bodies still close as he examined the other. "you can get used to tragedy. it's never pretty, specially lately, but there's only so many headless people you can see before it becomes..." he sighs, a dull sickness. dread, building up, horror, a wall to put through, hard exterior to keep it from bringing him down.

he had seen enough death even before the visions.

"no..." he believes him, and it's... he doesn't know what it is, elias is hard to figure out. or maybe he is just unlike the people dev is used to. either way, this is not what he expected, he considers pulling away but then decides he came too far for that.

"hmm," he hums, letting him go on, all too happy to be praised, whatever elias' game is. then he chuckles, dark and sweet, such a big man to be fumbling for words. feeling? whatever could he feel but lust, loneliness perhaps, looking for comfort in the wrong place. probably all of it. "i wouldn't be pushing you against the wall if i wasn't into men, elias."

"as for you, well..." he shook his head, having to stand on the tip of his feet to be at a nice height to bump his head back with his own and take his lips into a kiss, tasting him from the source this time. "i guess we'll see." if they survived the week, at least.

that  pause  felt  ominous.

did  he  really  come  to  talk  or  had  he  come  ehre  for  another  reason  entirely?

like  what,  though?

"….it's  just  us  here,  nobody  locks  the  door."  right?  damn,  was  he  the  only  one  not  locking  their  door?  was  he  too  naive  when  it  came  to  this?  then  again,  the  shit  they  faced…  a  little  lock  on  a  door  wouldn't  exactly  change  the  world  now,  would  it?  well,  dev  didn't  feel  like  a  threat.  a  little  intimidating,  maybe,  but  not  a  threat.  he  just  had  that  aura  to  him;  all  dark  &  gloomy,  but  ..elias  wasn't  afraid.  he  was  tall,  too.  so  tall.  so  dreamy.

"…great.  that  makes  me  feel  better.  how…  do  you  do  it?  how  can  you  see  it  and  …  not  mind?"  did  he  mind?  did  it  bother  him?  he  seemed..calm,  mostly.  maybe  a  little  too  calm.  "i  mean..  i'm  trying  not  to  die."  like,  for  a  long  …long  time  if  he  could.

"uhhh…  no….?"  question  mark?  he  was  surprised,  if  anything  &  confused,  maybe  feeling  a  little  shy.  he  didn't  come  home  to  handsome  semi-strangers  waiting  in  his  cabin  for  him  all  the  time.  or  male  ones  anyway.  when  it  came  to  this,  the  fact  he  was  thor's  son…  had  been  a  blessing,  because  so  far  from  home,  he  didn't  feel  like  he  had  to  hide  who  he  truly  was.  what  he  truly  wanted.  he  could  indulge,  not  in  the  dark  -  not  in  the  shadows,  but  just  ….  indulge.  right?  sure,  he'd  …possibly  sent  signals  to  dev,  though  sharing  his  coffee  had  been  ..a  friendly  gesture,  not  …one  with  a  deeper  meaning.  or  had  it  been?  was  that  how  it  came  across?

&  sure,  he'd  ….been  eyeing  him.  who  could  blame  him?  elias  was  a  starved,  closeted  man  who  was  presented  with  tall,  dark  &  mysterious  eyecandy.  who  the  hell  could  blame  him  for  appreciating  the  sight?  for  wanting  to  ….  dip  a  toe  into  new  waters?  his  back  hit  the  wooden  wall  of  his  little  home  with  a  thud  &  his  breath  caught  in  his  throat.  dev  ..  was  everywhere,  in  his  sight,  his  nose,  his  lungs.  his  personal  space.

"i…  thought…  you  looked  really  good."  hadn't  it  been  obvious?  "i  hoped  you  may…  i  guess  i  wanted  you  to  notice  me,  see  if  you  uhhhh,  felt  the  same.  i  mean,  not  feeling..  like..  if  you  thought  the  same."  elias  wasn't  looking  for  love  with  him.  he  was,  he  always  was.  elias  may  ..be  big  in  size,  but  truthfully,  he  was  a  chihuahua  puppy  at  best  &  being  so  close  to  dev,  who'd  caught  his  attention  anyway,  having  him  be  so  bold  &  their  bodies  flush…  didn't  help.  dev  was  into  guys,  right?  or  was  he  just  messing  with  him?  god,  his  heart  couldn't  take  that.  "you're  uhmm..  into  g-guys,  too….  right?  into..  me?"

[doomsdev]

"are you inviting me?" dev questioned, eyebrow raising as he approached the water. he didn't know why he was drawn to this place (and he didn't want to lean into his powers to find out if some great tragedy had or would happen there) but he found himself walking towards it again. he also wasn't the type to just jump in for a swim, at least, not into running water. he fucking missed london. "i don't usually go for spontaneous swims."

open starter + @conquerstarters location: waterfall

               𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐡 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, more like five. he showered twice and still, he had the feeling of the beetles on him. it wasn't a nice one. winter really wasn't a fan of bugs crawling on him, so the feeling of the beetles on him was no fun. even when he went to the waterfall, he felt like he could enjoy the running water on his body, a feeling that was better for him. " okay, this feels nice, yea. " he said to himself. eyes closed as he swam over the running water. after he had enough, he swam away and he noticed that someone arrived. " oh hey, you coming in? "

[doomsdev]

He grunted, unbothered while incredibly bothered as well. He appreciated that the other didn't act like a scared kitten around him, or an overeager pup, that got tiring quickly when they were facing all the shit they already were and were going to in the future. He wiped away at the tears, shaking his head as he breathed in deep.

"That's what I get..." He says simply, images of death and despair filling his head until he could focus on the present again. "Got a real lucky draw with my dad I guess." He wouldn't mention it but being surrounded by demigods who could fly and shit made him a little bitter. Or well, more bitter. "It's always rough. But hey, I didn't see you dead this time."

He held back a chuckle. "You get any downsides to your shit or am I the only unlucky one here?"

Armando was very aware of how the Aztec side of the pantheons worked, all the gods and deities and the potential benefits their designated offspring might bring to the fight, despite their whereabouts currently being unknown. The other gods however, from the other factions and other religions and other point across the world, he wasn't so well versed in.

Dev was someone Armando had interacted with more than the others, perhaps their closeness in age offered a little more comfort and familiarity in their life experiences, as radically different as they may be, as opposed to the younger, more eager spirited members of the ark.

Despite all that, watching, whatever it was that had just happened, was still a perplexing thing to witness, but he allowed Dev the time he needed.

"Don't apologise," he finally spoke, "and no, no, you started doing that thing again so I stopped." He paused, a thoughtful gaze lingering on Dev for a few seconds longer. "You alright? That seemed like a rough...whatever that was..."

[doomsdev]

"Well... you are here. Right now." He says, then shrugs, "Kind of hard not to have something keeping you up in this place..."

God he wanted a drink. Or something stronger. "Honestly, I don't even try to make sense of it anymore." He chuckles, a tired sigh coming from his lips, what else could he say? "I guess I'm just glad we're still around and don't have any eggs worth stealing. At least, not personally."

Masyn let out a snort. "And what makes you think something is keeping me up?" Masyn asked. His tone kept even before he let out a smirk. "Just all of...This. It's a lot to take in. Especially knowing that there some crazy bitch out there trying to steal people's dragon eggs and kill people." Ironic coming from the ex-assassin who's probably done a hell of a lot worse.

[doomsdev]

dev shrugs, then shakes his head. "just yours." he explains, well, sort of anyway. he doesn't really break into anywhere, not without reason. "door wasn't locked and i needed to... talk." mistake, perhaps, if there was someone not so well intentioned at camp, not that elias knew if he was, well intentioned. maybe he wasn't after all, but he was no threat to him. no more than he was to anyone who got close.

"we're all doomed, son of thor. i just saw... a few ways, it could've happened." he explains, eyes scanning his face. he wasn't running scared, not yet. hm. "didn't though. not so far..."

"are you playing coy?" he asks, elias doesn't seem coy, he offered his coffee, he looked like someone who knew he wanted, and wanted it known. dev was not one to flirt around, not in a place like this, not when there was so much at stake, direct and quick to the point. as distant as he could be, preferably, that was his strategy. he didn't expect to catch eyes like this, but then... people got lonely. human nature, perhaps. that too, led to doom. "you're not... well," he shakes his head, leads elias into a wall, in his own home. this is... nice, he likes it. the way he shifts, the way he tries to keep up not scared, intrigued, maybe.

"tell me what you thought about. those times i caught you looking. if you're good i'll let you have what you're trying to ask for..." it was an order, though there was no rush in his tone, no forced authority. he didn't expect elias to follow, yet believed he would. all the while he pressed against the larger body, let him feel their heat. his smell, the flashes of warm skin beneath fabric. all close enough to touch.

the  last  thing  he’d  expected  was  for  someone  to  not  only  go  into  his  cabin,  but  to  also  wait  in  it  ….  for  him.  for  him?  was  that  why  dev  had  come?  was  he  looking  for  him  or  was  he  looking  for  something  else?  the  cub?  no  way.  it  was  gifted  to  him  —  not  dev.  not  this  time  anyway.  next  time  someone  else  would  get  lucky,  most  likely  dev.  but  he  got  the  little  one  now  &  he  was  determined  to  keep  his  promise.  raise  it,  train  it,  visit  home  with  it.  well,  one  of  its  homes.  because  he  liked  to  think  that  the  island  was  it’s  gone  now,  too.

"but  that’s…  you  always  go  into  unlocked  cabins?  i  guess  that’s  a  stupid  question.”  he  had  the  answer  right  here  inside  his  cabin.  well,  okay.  that  still  didn’t  quite  explain  …why.

“okay….?”  what?  what  the  fuck?  he  …  was  going  to  die?  was  that  a  trick?  eyes  chase  the  other’s,  hoping  to  gauge  how  serious  he  was  by  watching  them,  watching  him  …  as  he  moved  closer?  what  was  happening?  “when?  what  ...what  happened?  if  i’m  doomed,  why..  why  are  you  here?”  dev  was  about  the  only  friend  in  camp.  were  they  friends?  kinda?  they  shared  spit  &  coffee,  that  was  more  than  he  shared  with  most…  ever.

he  wasn’t  even  sure  why  dev  pulled  him  in  the  way  he  did.  maybe  it  was  the  fact  he  was  his  opposite  —  dark  &  mysterious,  which  …  honestly  was  quite  hot  intriguing.  he  came  closer  &  all  elias  could  think  about  was  the  the  scent  he  left  behind  on  his  mug  —  he’d  memorized  it.  “you…  do?  uhhhh.”  nervous  little  laugh,  hands  shifting  in  his  lap,  his  eyes  ….  lost  in  the  dark  depths  of  the  son  of  moros’  eyes.  “i’m  …”  he  swallowed,  hard,  but  the  lump  refuses  to  dissipate.  “i-is  that  why  you’re  here?”  was  he…?  did  he  want  to….?  were  they  going  to…?  he  thought  dev  hated  his  guts.  he  seemed  to  ..unhappy  around  him.  well,  not  that  you  had  to  love  someone  to…  right.  stop  thinking  like  a  love-sick  virgin,  dumbass.  "help  each  other  …  how?"  he  was  very  close.

[doomsdev]

Dev groaned in reply judging that clear enough. He knew all about late nights, if the bags under his eyes and the tired stance wasn't clear enough. "What's keeping you up?" He asked, looking over to the sky. The ark was a beautiful place, and yet, not one Dev found himself truly relaxing in. Though he could count on his fingers the places that did put him at ease, the times he truly felt relaxed.

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Masyn let out a groan as he rolled his neck. The muscles in his neck popping as he did so. He looked over at the other man and offered him a small smirk. "Sorry man. Late night." Masyn said with a sheepish grin as he felt the other man's eyes on him. "How are you doing tonight?" Masyn asked the other man curiously.

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dev grunted, a suspicious look sent the other's way. a little sniff as he wiped away at the bloody tear. "'course i did. i mean, not unexpected." he chuckled dryly. but he didn't like the other's judgement. not all of them could be the children of thor or whatever, some of them came from somewhere darker, deeper. it was fine. whatever the hell his father was, dev was doing alright so far.

intimidation, it seemed, didn't work as intended. there was something about this guy, dev wasn't sure he liked it. he sure as hell didn't trust it. "right..." he mused, letting him talk, not offering much. "you didn't strike me as a couch potato." though, to be fair, dev was fairly used to his apartment in london, to fast food a block away, endless supply of coffee and booze and drugs and whatever the hell else one might need to turn their brain off. fuck, he missed that. "i never thought i'd fucking miss london."

elias  may  come  off  as  a  little  self-centered,  yes,  maybe  he  was  ....very  focused  on  himself  &  his  problems,  but  that  didn't  mean  he  didn't  care  about  anybody  else.  he  could  care  &  still  ...focus  on  himself.  or  something.  "oh  yeah?  that  doesn't  really  look  fine."  was  he...bleeding  from  the  eyes?  well  shit,  that  was  concerning.  or  not?  he  didn't  look  concerned...  how  was  he  not  concerned?  "sounds  like  you  got  the  short  end  of  the  stick,  sorry."

these  eyes  on  him,  all  dark  &  intimidating  ...  had  the  opposite  effect  on  elias.  joke's  on  you,  i'm  into  it.  not  that  he'd  tell  him  that.  "you  mean  here  here  or  like  island  here?  i'm  not  unhappy,  i'm  just  not  a  uhhhh.."  hands  motion  around  them,  "nature  kind  of  guy?  y'know?  uhhh,  books,  comfy  sofas,  carpet,  technology...  that's  more  my  comfort  zone."  bugs,  spiders  ...  he  wasn't  a  fan.  he  did  choose  to  come  here,  though  &  he'd  …adapt.  it  wasn't  like  he  couldn't  appreciate  the  beauty  of  it  all.  he  just  preferred  a  clean,  orderly  environment.

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jaws, death. mechanical constructs, death. blood in water, blood and bone in concrete. flashing before his eyes, eyes, those eyes, following him. the taste of him still on his nerdy cup, warm, sweet coffee and eyes that followed him.

elias was too big and handsome to be needy, not that it stopped people, sometimes but dev... well, he wasn't one to trust it. not from someone like him, but desperate times right? he was fine, he was... different, bright.

too bright maybe. he wouldn't stick around for long, no one did one way or the other but still, he was looking. dev knew, and elias probably knew that he knew by now. he had a nice ass.

it was enough to go to his cabin, slide in to find it empty and just.. wait, he supposed. he didn't want anyone seeing him coming and going either way. "your door was open." he said simply, when the man walked in, with the pup. it might have chosen him, probably best it hadn't though.

he kissed it. he kissed it. gods.

"i saw you die." he said, getting up from the other's chair to walk to him. fucking huge body. son of thor and all that, terrible idea. "not the first time. but at least it wasn't the last."

he gave him a half smile, sliding closer. "i know what you want." he changed gears, "i think we can help each other." he was close enough to touch, close enough for their breaths to mingle in the dark. he wanted... well, it was best to focus on elias, on how obvious he'd been. less messy that way.

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so..  elias  got  himself  a  cub.  a  shadow  leopard  cub  no  less.  he  had  absolutely  no  idea  what  to  do  with  it;  how  to  raise  it  properly,  how  to  train  or  tame  or  handle  it,  but  he  knew  he  could  learn.  he  knew  that  he  owed  the  little  cub  as  much.  he  killed  its  ...father?  after  all.  so  it  was  safe  to  say  he  was  determined  to  do  his  very  best  with  it.

cub  in  his  arms,  he  headed  for  his  cabin,  pushing  in  through  the  darkness  &  door.  when  he  went  for  the  light  however,  he  all  but  jumped,  a  little  yelp  of  surprise  escaping  &  he  almost  dropped  the  damn  cub.  "holy  fucking...  woahhh.  holy  geez.  really?!  inside...?"  not  that  he  minded  the  other's  presence,  just  ..the  surprise  element.

heart  attack  survived  for  the  time  being  &  cub  calmed  down  (or  rather,  himself),  he  let  his  eyes  sit  on  the  son  of  moros  in  his  cabin.  "you  uh,  hi."  he  set  the  sleepy  little  cub  down  in  an  armchair,  little  kiss  to  its  head  &  then  he  headed  for  the  other,  down  on  the  couch  close-by.  "you  know  this  isn't  your  cabin,  right?  you  okay?  did  something  happen?"