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One Page Characterization - Rook #2

Second of the Breach One Page Characterization series, depicting A slightly different iteration of that last scene in Breach 1, Chapter 3. With Canon Archangel MC Aria. AO3 link Theme: Loving Warning: NSFW content: literature

His eyes stare endlessly into the grains of the wooden door that separates him and his loved one. One hand pressed against the frame of the door as he thinks to himself “Is this too much?” as he holds the rose between his teeth. He sighs and pulls the rose out of his mouth before looking around at the empty hall, thinking to himself for a moment about what to do, what to say, how should he be dressed?

He unzips his red leather jacket, before quickly pulling his shirt out from being tucked into his jeans. He lets out a sigh as he runs his fingers through the strands of his dark brown hair, messy and ragged.

“Buenas noches…” He whispers to himself as he practices the pose, leaning against the wall and putting the rose stalk between his teeth once more, practicing the smile. “Buenhoph nhocheph…”

He takes the rose stalk out of his mouth and groans. “Nope, can’t talk with this thing between my mou-” He pauses as he hears footsteps approaching the door from the other side.

He panics for a moment before quickly sticking the same pose again and biting the rose stalk between his teeth once more. “Ow.” He whispers a bit as he feels one of the uncut barbs poke into his lips.

The door opens, and Aria stands at the door, gasping quietly and stepping back in surprise.

"Goof evheningh." he mumbles through the rose.

Aria stares at him in silence for a moment, taking in the sight.

Rook takes the rose out of his mouth and sighs, his face turning serious. "Look, I'm sorry about what happened tonight. I came to see if you were okay," he says, his bright-green eyes staring at you with concern. "Are you okay?"

"Pretty shaken, but still alive." She tells him, quietly rubbing her arms.

"Well, I'm here for you if you need me." He nods. "I'd like to be honest with you," he continues, rolling the rose between his fingers. "Last time we hung out, I sort of froze up. I'm sorry."

Aria quietly steps forward as Rook looks down to the ground, contemplating his next few words as Aria leans in to hear him out.

"Truth be told, I'm tired of not having anyone to cuddle with at night. I know I only met you a short time ago, but so far I can't take my eyes off of you," he says, his eyes locking onto yours.

Aria stares at him, processing his words as her mouth slowly pulls open to speak but she stops herself, letting him continue.

He hands you the rose and asks, "Would you please let me be your blanket for ton-"

She can’t help it, she’s grabbed his wrist and pulled him in already, planting a kiss onto his lips as he giggles in delight, wrapping his arms around her waist as she spins to grab the door handle and slam the front door shut. He grabs onto her hips and pulls her upwards, holding her in front of him as he leans in closer, tasting her lips, her tongue, his hands running along her back as he hugs her.

"You look gorgeous, by the way-" He says in between the kisses. His nose pressed against her cheek, running down to her neck as he bites her gently, causing her to moan as she reaches down to undress him, his own hands already one step forward and unbuttoning her blouse as she takes his leather jacket off, letting it drop to the ground as he leans in closer, the bulge on his crotch pressing into her as the two of them kiss and clash lips, stepping, wobbling over to the couch.

“This is a whole lot faster than what I was expecting, but dios mio, let’s rock~” Aria squeals as Rook turns her around, bending her over the couch as he reaches around from behind, hand reaching under unbuttoned blouse to grab onto her sensitive breasts, fingers reaching her nipples as he leans in, pressing his member hard against the back of her waist. Not skipping a beat, she reaches back behind her, feeling his chest pressed on her back, reaching down, caressing his abdomen, further down, grabbing onto his hard bulge before he pulls his jeans down, letting it spring out to press against her cheeks from behind.

“B-Be quiet, Mouse’s sleeping” Aria whispers as she moans quietly, breathing in, pressing her breasts into his hands as Rook leans in closer from behind, his hands returning the favor, reaching down under her panties to rub gently on her most sensitive area.

“I can be quiet, can you?~” Rook leans in to kiss her as her hands rub all over her clit, causing her to jitter slightly as he pulls her pants down, leaning in closer, letting the tip of his hard member grind gently in between her legs from behind. 

He looks past her to the reflection on the curtained window, watching her face as his hands explore her lower body. He closes his eyes, and lets his body and instincts do the rest.

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One Page Characterization - Rook #1

First of the Breach One Page Characterization series, depicting Rook after an intense session of interrogation. AO3 link Theme: Masochism

Rook stands heaving, sweating, over a pile of bodies, some unconscious, some probably dead. Handcuffs still hanging from one of his wrist. A pool of blood soaking his boots as he unwraps the bloodied bandage off of his hands. The underground interrogation room around him has been turned into a complete wreck. wooden table's snapped in two with a body in the middle, the leg's been snapped off and is sticking out of someone's chest. Rook's eyes are vacant as he catches his breath.

"I truly was enjoying it, but sadly I have other things to attend to." He carefully steps over a few of the bodies around him to grab his shirt that's been previously thrown across the ground. He covers all the fresh cuts and bruises on his torso, only a small number of them are from the fight, the rest was from just before the fight.

He quietly moans to himself in delight as he stretches, letting his wounds open up just a little, the pain keeping him wide awake and threatening to put him back into a trance at the same time. Ecstasy. He bites his lips, and gives himself a wide grin, chuckling as blood runs down the side of his lips.

A hand skitters across the ground, a survivor. Groaning as he tries to crawl towards the door, eyes covered in blood, concussion ringing through his mind. His feet drag across the ground, leaving a trail of blood.

Rook notices, he watches for a moment as he buttons up his shirt, staring at the survivor as he tries to crawl for the door, barely able to let out a parched call for "H-Help..."

Rook walks over to him, his eyes turn from the survivor to the door. "Oh, let me get that for you, Chico." He walks over to the door leading out of the interrogation room, leaning down to pick up the keys off of one of the dead Outfit soldiers, and unlocks the door, opening it for the survivor.

The survivor stops and sees Rook through the trickle of blood running down his eyes, he pauses, unsure of what to do as Rook stands next to the open the door, the only thing between him and getting the fuck out of this room, away, far away from this freak.

Rook smirks as he walks over, grabbing him by the collar and gently dragging him across the ground over to the door. "Alright, come on, let's help you out."

"N-No, please! Don't... I'm sorry!" The survivor yelps, grabbing onto Rook's arms, trying to pry it away, desperately wanting to get away from him, anywhere but there, please, no more, no more.

"No no! Don't be sorry, I feel like I should be paying you for your service." Rook smiles and chuckles as he can feel his sore muscles stretching, the wounds all around his body stinging. "I'm feeling so damn good right now."

"Y-You sick fuck, get away from me!" The survivor flails on the ground, hammering away at Rook's arms as he's dragged across the ground.

Rook smiles and pulls him through the door and out into the empty hallway. On the way out, he leans over to grab the collapsible baton next to one of the dead Outfit soldiers. The same baton that's left him bruised with pleasure. He grabs the survivor by the chain and forces him to look down the hall as he leans in and whispers. "Scream for me, Chico. As hard as you can. Come on, give it your best."

"H-Help! Please! Anyone!" The survivor trembles and groans as blood continues to pour out of his wounded stomach. The taste of blood in his mouth as he welps, tears running down his cheek as he stares down the empty hall.

"Don't think your friends heard you, come on! Louder!" Rook taps his cheek as he aims his head down the hall for him to scream.

"HEEEEEEELLPP!" The survivor coughs and groans, screaming at the top of his lungs over and over, hoping someone would hear, someone would come and save him, to get him far away from this mad man. "HEEEEELP! PLEAASSEE!"

"That's it! Let it out!" Rook bellows out a laugh as he sets the survivor's head down on the cold asphalt ground. "Now go to sleep, dream a little dream of me." He says, eyes staring down the hall as he can hear the sound of footsteps approaching.

"HE'S OVER HERE! HEEEEELPP ME! PLEASE! I'M FUCKED UP!" The survivor continues to scream, grasping onto his bleeding stomach as Rook steps past him, eyes focused down the hall as his grin widens, blood soaking his barely buttoned shirt as he steps slowly down the hall, hands gripping the collapsible baton tightly.

"I'm right here for you, come at me... come on..." He opens his arms wide as he welcomes the footsteps getting louder and louder. He catches the light switch next to him on the wall of the hallway, and his smile widens even more.

"Holy shit, call for backup!" He hears as six Outfit soldiers run around the corner at the end of the hall, freezing as he sees Rook standing in the middle of the hallway. One of them runs off back where they came as the other five rush forward with machetes and batons.

Rook chuckles and smiles excitedly as his eyes widen, blood pumping, "Vamos a bailar! Music, please!" He smashes the light switch and the hallway falls into an abyssal darkness.

Music: Lonely Boy - Black Keys