#thread ( lusca )

[rubiesintherough]

@silvcrignis​ --- cont. from here

Oh, he’d heard the stories... and they’d done nothing to deter him. In fact, if anything, the warnings given to him by the other sirens had accomplished nothing but to push Lusca toward that damned place, his curiosity and fascination aroused. The idea of another creature so like himself was an alluring one, to be sure. How could he possibly pass up the opportunity to chat --- or more --- with such a fellow being? 

Folded arms came to rest on algae-covered rock. Ebony tail swished lazily in the water, knife-edged scales clicking gently on stone with each slow, forward movement. His own grin was wide. Fangs gleamed, his pleasure at the other’s acceptance clear. 

      “ Well, who’s to say what mood the feast might put us in? “   Lusca replied, his tone all but implying a wink.

[rubiesintherough]

In a very rare turn of events, Lusca was struck wordless for an instant. This fellow siren, acting as though he was the odd one out... not the one being silent. " ------ Of course I talk. Clearly. And you don't? "

The fact that this man, this siren, who was obviously older than him felt so comfortable speaking baffled Jack. He pointed to the stranger, then at his own throat, confusion clear in his expression. {You talk.}

[owedbcttcr]

❛ bring them to their knees . head bowed and fists bleeding — make them repent . ❜ ( lusca / connie )

❝  THE  ONLY  ENEMIES  I  FACE  ARE  ALREADY  ON  THEIR  KNEES,  BROKEN  &&  bleeding,   d y i n g   sometimes.  ❞          Heart  thudding  away  frantically,  she  grasped  her  helmet  tightly  in  her  hands,  edge  forming   RIDGES   in  her  fingers.     He  frightened  her  like  this,  the  nurse  wanting  to  back  away  but  instead  standing  her  ground.     There’s   o n l y   a  tent  side  to  hit  behind  her,  nothing  solid,  nothing  safe.           ❝   WHAT   would  you  have  me  do?     Stick  a  scalpel  in  an  already  dying  man’s  heart?  ❞          They’d  be  expecting  her   s o o n   in  the  surgery  tent.           ❝  &&  sometimes  they’re  not  even  men…  only   BOYS .  ❞

asks    ——    accepting

[waywardfeathered]

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my opinion on;

character in general: a multimuse with SO MANY amazing ocs! mahia is whom i’ve known the longest and she is so well thought out. and a darling. and they have such a variety of different characters, like compare mahia and lusca???how they play them: they seem really invested in all of their charas. which i love. like i see lots of character study/hc posts. i should pay more attention tbh.the mun: we... have we??? talked??? ooc??? oh my god. we should. from what i’ve seen they seem really nice, considerate.

do i;

follow them: yess!rp with them: so many threads.want to rp with them: what do you THINK.ship their character with mine: not so far?! i’ve played with the idea, with mahia, but it’s difficult to tell yet because OUR INTERACTIONS. are full of broken muses and angst. oops.

what is my;

overall opinion: such a dedicated collection of ocs.

[rubiesintherough]

(( @coinquinatvs​ sent --- [ Henry, for Lusca~ ] ❝ And you thought it was a good idea to hide this from me because.... ?? ❞ ))

The laceration was deep, spanning the length of his left thigh, nearly down to bone... it was surprising he’d managed to hide it thus far, given all the running about he’d had to do around the deck all morning, the damned captain dissatisfied until the siren had run himself nearly ragged. Oh, if there was ever a time when Lusca was daydreaming about opening his jaws and clamping them down on Reynolds’ hand, taking fingers, hand itself, up the wrist, hearing him scream and --- well, it was now, contending with both the tugging tiredness of his piled on tasks and the neverending, sharp, throbbing of the wound. 

But, apparently he’d become a bit careless. A hike up of his trouser leg to examine the injury, hastily wrapped by Butcher, Lusca had thought he was alone in this quiet corner of the hold... clearly he’d not checked well enough. Henry’s scent caught him first. The tangy smell of sweat intermixed with sea air and those familiar footsteps matching the swell of the ship below them, Lusca didn’t even need to glance up. And a grin coiled its way across fanged mouth at the question. That glinting gaze rose slow, meeting his love’s through lantern light with an unmistakable amusement, only growing at the clearly exasperated expression on the other man’s features,   “ Because you have a habit of fretting, Henry. “  

[rubiesintherough]

" Among them... but, only in the barest sense of it. In the same way a ravenous eel might make its home among shoals of fish. " he answered with a grin. " And, no, you certainly aren't. Not blessed with the alluring appearance of one, that is clear. Not even remotely human at all, in fact. Which begs the question... "

Head canted and curiosity shone in dark eyes, " do you dare to exist near them? I, at least, am able to blend into the townsfolk well enough. But, you... I think they might chase you out like a common stray. "

@rubiesintherough

The creature's head came up with a snort, likely meant to be a laugh. It isn't all too often that she or her counterpart reveal what they are exactly. ❝ I am certain I am not a siren... ❞

She assumes that most of his kind would choose to remain in the sea, for him to have chosen land is quite a different path to take. Life on land is so different than that in the ocean. ❝ Resources, then? Less competition here on land, for you. ❞ Her long tail swept through the grass, half curled around her large form as she turns to face him head on.

❝ And you live in the forest? Or do you have a place among the humans? ❞

[rubiesintherough]

(( @sempitcrnalis gets some siren spiciness as requested ))

     “ H e n r y ~ ... “    A whisper of his name, carrying every ounce of intention in that single breath. Hands found the other man’s hips. Drew him back with a determined pull into the hollow of the siren’s own, arms winding their slow and unwavering way around Henry’s waist, ensuring there’d be no way for him to escape Lusca’s hold and return to the task he’d been tending to.    “ You were meant to be asleep hours ago... “    Head bowed to his love’s shoulder in a cascade of dark locks. Lips parted, a grin, his mouth dragging its way up to the crook of Henry’s neck and settling there.    “ Need I coax you to bed...? “     The prick of fangs. The siren knew well what he was doing, a nip just firm enough into the softness of skin to be felt... before it was released in favor of his tongue tracing across the mark left.    “ You know how... persuasive I can be. “ 

[rubiesintherough]

(( @aeternitasintricatae --- cont. from here ))

The concern that hung behind dark gaze... grew slowly harder with each word Henry spoke. An admission that brought RAGE swelling up --- both somehow scorching and frigid in equal measures --- hardly suppressed from the siren’s tone when he spoke, again.    “ I see. “    He’d known Henry had endured horrors in their time apart. Yet, to hear it said. This glimpse into the pain the other man still carried, always would... the creature, once more, felt a murderous anger toward those already long dead. A pointless place to channel it, he knew. There were better ways to direct it, now. So, he breathed a sigh and stepped forward, leaning down beside his love to peer at the papers. One finger rose to trace across the file, taking in the information written there.      “ ------ What do you need me to do, Henry? “     Lusca wouldn’t press him to say any more of what had happened to him. Not yet. Not when Henry was so agitated, upset. Once this was over... then. Then, he would ask. 

[rubiesintherough]

(( @aeternitasintricatae --- cont. from here ))

      “ There’s very little I don’t notice about you, Henry. “     

A pointed statement, left at that as he shifted slowly closer.  Lusca was not unaware of the uncertainty that hung between them, of the lengthy time that had passed. Centuries. So, much had changed in this world, with them. Neither were the same man they’d once been on that ship, under Reynolds’ infuriating command, forced to steal moments away between tasks and battles fought and won. He, too, felt a measure of this. Enough that he’d, thus far, not initiated anything... despite the desire, the need, to have Henry that close, again. To feel him, taste him, claim him, once more. He’d restrained himself. Every part of himself that   b u r n e d   each time they touched, even the faintest brush of Henry’s skin to his, igniting that hunger deep inside, he’d buried it, unsure  unwilling to push the other man. To risk tainting this connection being built between them, again. 

But, now, with this sign of Henry’s own need... it gave Lusca cause to take this risk. The siren’s hand glided forward, fingers drifting from Henry’s knee, up his thigh, coming to a gentle rest just shy of the bulge beneath fabric, tempting.  And there came a brief beat of silence before Lusca spoke, again, voice softer, low. Concerned.       “ If need be... I’ll wait. “    His gaze did not waver, searching Henry’s.    “ If you are ready, rest assured, I would have you here and now... if not --- “     He allowed his fingers to lift away.    “ I’ll let the matter drop. You won’t hear so much as another word of it from me... not until you tell me.   ------- Do you need more time, Henry? “ 

[rubiesintherough]

dochaes​:

@rubiesintherough said: ❰❰ THREAT ❱❱ sender holds a weapon up to receiver as a threat ( lusca )

An Extremely Self-Indulgent Meme/    ACCEPTING ↷

❝ Now, I’m sure you don’t want to do something you’ll regret, ❞    the Doctor says, glancing between the blade and the man’s eyes, settling on the latter. She holds her hands palms open, slightly separate from her sides, in a non-threatening manner; far enough from her pockets but not yet lifted up in surrender. Her voice is calm, low.    ❝ I’m unarmed. I mean you no harm. Why don’t put the knife away, eh? ❞    Not quite sure where she is, though for certain it is a ship. There’s salt in the air and a slight sway to it; wood creaking, so less likely it’s her usual go-to on Earth, with the timeline. Well. 20th century, possibly, if she squints, though she is keen on guessing some hundreds of years in the past from that. She knows how this must look: a stowaway.  A woman stowaway, in strange clothes.  Well, they’re going to have to deal with it, because she’s not about ot budge; the TARDIS brought her here on her own, and there is usually a reason the Old Girl does that to her.

He’s nervous, confused. And he hates that feeling... unfamiliar, off-putting, the power shifting from his hands to someone else’s. There was no possible way she could be here. The smell of her --- strange, unlike anything he’d ever smelled before --- appeared from nowhere, breaking through the usual stench of unwashed men, and tar, and sea like a gong sounding in comfortable silence. She hadn’t just stowed away. No, he would have noticed her by then. Would have smelled her. She’d come from nowhere, from out of the salty air. 

Whatever she was, Lusca wanted her gone. Humans were weak, and predictable, and easily manipulated. He didn’t need some other creature than himself onboard, tipping the scales in a way he’d not prepared for.     “ Trust in another’s intentions is the currency of fools... I will keep my blade.  -------- Wherever you’ve come from, I suggest you return there. Captain Reynolds has a terrible habit of acquainting unexpected guests with the waves. “

@rubiesintherough said: ❰❰ THREAT ❱❱ sender holds a weapon up to receiver as a threat ( lusca )

An Extremely Self-Indulgent Meme    /    ACCEPTING ↷

❝ Now, I’m sure you don’t want to do something you’ll regret, ❞    the Doctor says, glancing between the blade and the man’s eyes, settling on the latter. She holds her hands palms open, slightly separate from her sides, in a non-threatening manner; far enough from her pockets but not yet lifted up in surrender. Her voice is calm, low.    ❝ I’m unarmed. I mean you no harm. Why don’t put the knife away, eh? ❞    Not quite sure where she is, though for certain it is a ship. There’s salt in the air and a slight sway to it; wood creaking, so less likely it’s her usual go-to on Earth, with the timeline. Well. 20th century, possibly, if she squints, though she is keen on guessing some hundreds of years in the past from that. She knows how this must look: a stowaway.  A woman stowaway, in strange clothes.  Well, they’re going to have to deal with it, because she’s not about ot budge; the TARDIS brought her here on her own, and there is usually a reason the Old Girl does that to her.

[rubiesintherough]

(( @aeternitasintricatae  — gets a random thing : Lusca ))

         “ B o r r o w e d… borrowed without permission,                 but with every intention of bringing it back. “

[rubiesintherough]

(( @aeternitasintricatae --- cont. from here. ))

F i n e?   Did Henry truly think there was even a chance of Lusca believing that?  With this state the other man was currently in? And Henry’s grasping attempt at reaching for him were met with the siren’s hand closing firmly around his, his other arm slipping beneath his back to  --- despite his love’s protests and lies assurances --- at least pull him up from the floor.      “ You’re not fine. “    Fear. It was practically wafting from Henry. Overpowering, overwhelming the siren’s senses. Fear of things he’d not told him. Things Lusca would ask about... later. Some other time. And he kept his tone measured, his next words accompanying a gentle pull on Henry’s hand, coaxing him higher.     “ You can’t lie here all night. Bathroom. I will carry you if you’re not able to walk... We need to ensure you’re not hurt. “       A pause.    “ And I’ll sit with you for as long as you need, Henry. Until you think you can sleep, again. Until morning if need be.  -------- Now, come on, arm around me, let us get you off the floor. “ 

[rubiesintherough]

(( @aeternitasintricatae  wanted a random muse ))

    “ You may want to avoid Reynolds for the remainder of the evening. Something I said seemed to have... made him rather irritable.  ---- Stay down here with me. “

[rubiesintherough]

(( @aeternitasintricatae --- as if lusca wasn’t gonna make me reply to this... ))

                            Oh, Henry wanted to play this game, did he...?  

The siren leaned forward, hands wandering lazily up the other man’s thighs, coming to rest lightly on his hips for a long moment. He let his fingers drum against skin, a grin creeping it’s way across his features as his gaze raked from his grip, up Henry’s chest --- tongue darting out and dragging over fangs --- finally, his dark and burning gaze locking to the other man’s. 

He could understand Henry’s frustration. But, the siren would be lying if he said he regretted pulling him from that fight. The other crewmen could handle it, could fight off the opposing side. They were expendable. Henry was not. Though, Lusca did, at least, feel the slightest twinge of remorse at the fact his decision had caused his love to become angry at him. That was certainly not his intention. 

And, suddenly, his grip tightened around Henry’s waist and all but yanked him down, the siren shifting beneath him to accommodate the weight. His voice escaped as almost a purr, then. Words mumbled out low as he allowed his arms to glide around to Henry’s back, effectively  trapping  him in place in the siren’s lap. 

              “ What can I do to make it up to you? “ 

[rubiesintherough]

(( @aeternitasintricatae --- bc how dare u do this to my heart ))

Henry’s words struck deep. For the first time, there was a flash of uncertainty on Lusca’s features, only further creasing down his brow as his palm played across the other man’s chest... the wild pace he felt pounding out beneath it. Were it anyone else --- anyone else --- the siren would have ripped his hand away. He would have offered a snarl, a scathing reply that he didn’t care, wasn’t there to coddle humans and their delicate emotions. But, for Henry... for Henry, his head dipped low, a low and frustrated hiss slipping out from clenched fangs a moment before his other hand rose, fingers clenching into Henry’s shirt, gripping tight there and tugging him a step closer.     “ I won’t have you speaking of yourself like that. “    But, slowly, the creature’s grasp began to loosen.   “ I’ll inform the captain I won’t be going... “     A quiet chuckle, a shake of his head, lips pulling back into a grin as his hands finally fell.    “ What the hell have you done to me, Henry? “ 

[rubiesintherough]

(( @aeternitasintricatae​ --- cont. from here ))

Lusca had very little familiarity with nightmares... they occurred so rarely during the hours of sleep he managed to carve from the responsibilities he was given. And rarer still were times when his grew terrible enough to render him into the state Henry was in, now. As such, the siren had next to no idea how one was meant to calm another down after such a thing, nor really what they, themselves, entailed.

         But, one thing was for certain... Henry was upset, and needed to be comforted.

Lusca’s hand rose, slender fingers drifting through the the other man’s hair and sweeping it from his features... lingering against his cheek for a long, silent moment before the creature spoke, again.       “ Who, Henry...? Who is upsetting you like this? “