#me writing b'st: what if the asexual character was also hornier than everyone else in the universe. what then.

[smaller-comfort]

W-w-w-wip Wednesday.

Etudes and alchemists and monster boyfriends, oh my!

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Untitled Etudes (B'st/Resh'an)- Yeah, so I still haven't gotten tired of writing B'st as an incorrigible flirt. Sorry! (I'm not actually sorry.)

“Visit me at the Academy next time, and we can scandalize my students.”

Resh'an laughed, and B'st made a hungry sound. He always liked to hear Resh'an laugh. “How would you even introduce me to them?”

“With your name, of course. I will say to them, students, this is Resh'an, a very learned alchemist. You will not see very much of him while he is visiting, as he will be spending all of his time in my quarters- but you will certainly hear him-”

“No!” The laughter came easily now. He opened his eyes; B'st's features were pressed close to the surface of the glass.

“I wouldn't lie to my students,” B'st said, a little primly. “Not even for you. Humans in Mooncradle aren't nearly as prudish as the rest of your kind, anyway.” B'st paused, then grinned. "They still share legends of the Great Eagle, though. So perhaps they might still be scandalized, for different reasons."

“I don't see why they should be- it's not like they'll see me as the Great Eagle again.”

B'st paused. “At times,” he said delicately, “you do sound very…bird-like.”

“No- no I do not-” His protests dissolved into laughter as the glass turned ticklish against his skin.

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Outshine the Sun part 4, Aephorul/Resh'an; current working title is "Game, Set, Match" but it is not keeping that title. The one with the impromptu dental work.

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After another hour, perhaps, the hand that Resh'an had tangled in the collar of Aephorul's tunic went slack suddenly, dropping to dangle against the ground. If not for the way Aephorul was holding him, his head would have lolled to the side. Aephorul froze.

It was dark beneath the trees now, with little in the way of moonlight reaching the forest floor. The lights in Resh'an's eyes were still extinguished. “Resh'an?”

No answer. Aephorul closed his eyes, reaching with his magic- Resh'an was still there, his soul still tethered to his body. He was just…fast asleep in Aephorul's arms.

Aephorul blinked rapidly to clear the sudden haze in his vision, and to reconfigure his eyes for low light. He gently lifted Resh'an's fallen hand, and tucked it back against his chest. “You'd better not be dreaming yourself somewhere else right now,” he muttered. No response, again.

He carefully- so carefully!- settled Resh'an a little more comfortably in his arms, and pressed a kiss to the top of his head.  “I love you,” he whispered. Still no response. “I'm sorry. I love you.” Maybe if he said it enough, Resh'an would believe him.

And maybe someday, Resh'an would forgive him.

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Lysikor and the Horrible No Good Very Bad Day- Oltyx/Yenekh, Lysikor/Yenekh, Lysikor/Oltyx/Yenekh

I keep only posting bits of this where Lysikor is having a great time. Whoops.

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'You've betrayed your betters before. Why should I trust you?'

'You...shouldn't.’ Lysikor tapped the words against the back of the clawed hand that held him in place. ‘But you…are not the king.’

Yenekh growled and slammed him against the wall again.

'Yenekh!' Oltyx emerged from the shadows with a whisper, single eye alight with fury. 'What are you doing?'

If he hadn't locked his elbow servos in place to hold Lysikor more comfortably, Yenekh might have dropped him. As it was, he didn't think Oltyx would notice how badly his sudden appearance had startled him.

“What I asked him to, of course.” There was a hiss of static from the scarab; laughter. Lysikor hooked one ankle around Yenekh's waist, as if to draw him closer. His hand tightened around Yenekh's wrist. “Forgive us, your stellar malevolence- we should have found somewhere more private for our little tryst.”

Oltyx froze. Yenekh shook his head with a growl. 'Oltyx-'

'If it was privacy you wanted, you should have said so.' Oltyx's voice was distant and hollow on the ghost wind. 'There are few who care for such things among our kin.' He gave Lysikor a long, unreadable stare, and then disappeared.

Lysikor howled with laughter.