captainwilcar (captainwilcar) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-06-19 23:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !thread, merrion priddy, wilcar lockgold |
This is the End, Beautiful Friend
Who: Merrion Priddy and Captain Wilcar Lockgold
What: Wil prepares to show Merri how to, er, limit break.
Where: The Love of Dililah and areas surrounding Emillion
When: Evening of Gemini 31st to ??
Rating: Normal Wilcar warnings, trigger warnings for Twilight fans. Updated - sexual healing
Status: Relationship consummated! (complete)
No cat hairs, no foods Wil learned Merri was allergic to, and absolutely no stray pieces of equipment in the small hallways for them to trip over. Tonight, Wilcar Lockgold was going to end his epic drought and romance his timid paramour. He'd even gone so far as to separate himself from Wilcat, who had never been without him for a full day since he took him home. Tonight! Tonight! Merrion Priddy would succumb to a scourge of the skies, a sky captain of legend whose handsome face, hard body, and noteworthy exploits had torn the innocence from the tightest of clutches.
There were few who could withstand the gambit that was his ~airship romance~
The sun had begun to sink behind the ship and Wil stood, a stark silhouette, a huge man shaped crag half obscured and half-lit by the slowly setting sun. He stood in grey trousers and simple backless shoes, his asymmetrical stacked short cape fluttering in the breeze, pulled back over one muscular, tanned shoulder. The cowl-neck framed his hard face and a slice of sunlight highlighted his growth of a beard, his shoulder-length dreadlocks already showing fading from the sun. Why was he standing on the ramp to his ship, staring out into the sky?
Because Wil always kept a spyglass in his wheel-room and always made sure his space kept that room facing the exit to the sky docks. He'd been posed for a full two minutes before Merri walked up. "'Ey! Y'almost snuck up on me." He said breezily, sauntering down the ramp to meet him. Oh him? He was always finding his lighting.
"Y'look good." Wil smelt like expensive musk and had scrubbed himself in a tiny bathtub until his skin had turned pink. He opened up his arms to invite Merri in. If he was lucky that huge bag Merri was carrying was filled with bread, potions that might double as a personal lubricant, and not a stitch of additional clothing. Sadly, he knew him well enough that he probably had a week's worth of supplies.
And he couldn't wait to see him wearing none of it.