silas kennedy is hungry (crunchandmunch) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2012-10-06 21:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! log, mímir siggeirsson, silas kennedy |
WHO: Silas Kennedy [CANADA] and Mímir Siggeirsson [ICELAND]
WHAT: Vi's gift means Silas and Mímir get lucky?
WHEN: Pub Night: Saturday, October 6th
WHERE: Pub Night!
WARNINGS: n/a
STATUS: Completed log
Turning away from the bar, Mímir tried his best to steer carefully through the steadily-growing crowd all trying to trade in their drinks tickets, both hands laden down with full pint glasses so he had to settle for gently jostling people out of his way using his elbows, murmuring the occasional ‘Sorry’ or ‘Excuse me’. Scanning the room, he searched out the classmate he was looking for and strode purposefully over to Silas Kennedy once he spotted him. Smiling slyly, he set one of the glasses down on the tabletop in front of the other boy, “So,” he began, “I didn’t get you anything for your birthday, figured the least I could do was buy you a drink.” Settling himself down across from Silas, Mímir bit at his lip for a moment in a confused expression, as something half-familiar but long-forgotten struck him. “Uhm,” he murmured, pressing on after a moment’s hesitation, “I, uh, didn’t know what you drink. So I went with beer. Strong beer.” Silas' first post-birthday pub night had been a good one. Even though the birthday hadn't changed much when it came to actually getting into pub night, he felt more adult somehow knowing that he could do this if he was back home in Vancouver. He was bummed that he couldn't have his first legal drink with his dad, but his friends here at IVI more than made up for it. His hair was freshly cut and styled. His outfit was brand new, sent to him from home as a birthday gift. He wore the cologne that his teammate Vi had given him for his birthday. It was silly how much all these cosmetic things could make him feel good. He didn't believe Clara when she insisted he pay more attention to such things, but she was right. He'd tell her later; she'd enjoy the little boost. Silas himself was boosted himself by Mímir's presence, with a gift! "Thank you. That's really nice." He couldn't help but grin at the fact that Mímir bought him a drink. "I've never drunken something that dark before. I'll try it! I can drink anything," he said proudly. “Yeah, most people from America haven’t tried real beer,” Mímir replied, still slightly unsettled but smiling all the same. Leaning in closer, he frowned again, pondering something, “Can you get drunk, though?” He asked, “I mean, does your power let you?” Taking a sip from his beer, Mímir tried his best to relax a little, to keep from staring quite so intently at Silas across the top of his pint. He hadn’t felt like this in a while. Silas was cute and he was nice, if a little shy. But this was a part of his life that Mímir had tried his best to lock away and deny. He couldn’t have this anymore, he knew that. So why was he having such a hard time thinking of anything but? "Well it's a good thing that us Canadians have," Silas responded. While he was technically half-American on his mother's side, he'd never lived anywhere else but Canada. "I can't. I just take it all down and my body uses it as it will. I can still taste it all though." He slid the glass closer to him and examined the dark liquid. It smelled plenty strong. Silas picked his drink up and held it out to Mímir. "Cheers." “Cheers,” Mímir responded, lifting his glass and knocking it gently against Silas’s before taking another drink. Swallowing, he glanced curiously across at the other boy, trying to ignore the urge to move in closer, “So, you’ve never been drunk?” Silas took his first drink of beer. It was interesting. Thick, strong, different. He liked it, he'd decided. "Never. I guess I could try to snort it or take it into my eyeball or whatever other people do but that stuff freaks me out." No, Silas hadn't looked into alternatives. These were all just things he'd seen on the news before and thought were really ridiculous. Americans. "I've been this way since I was 15, so I never got the chance to." Nodding along silently as the other boy spoke, Mímir couldn’t quite think of what to say in response. It sucked that Silas’s power prevented him from experiencing something that was a milestone to so many other people. But he knew all too well that hearing someone say that a situation was shitty didn’t make it any less so, it just reminded you that it was. Besides, he was having a bit of trouble thinking clearly at the moment, so he decided to press on, changing the topic, “So, uh... did you get anything good for your birthday?” "My parents sent over some books, comics and clothes. And my teammates and friends here got me some other stuff. It was pretty nice." Even though Silas was feeling rather up in that moment, he still didn't want to be thought of as weird for mentioning that Ted got him a tire that he could gnaw on. That was a great tire though. Silas took another drink of his beer. He wiped away the excess liquid from his bottom lip. "Is this what you drink back home?" “When I drink, yeah. Which, uh, which I don’t do all that often.” Shrugging, Mímir flashed Silas a sheepish grin, “If I’d known you couldn’t get drunk, I probably would have gotten you a better birthday present than a beer...” If there was a recurring theme in Mímir’s therapy sessions (other than months of awkward silences and skirting around the issues), it was his therapist telling him to stop overthinking things. To stop keeping everything locked up in his head and over analyzing every situation. To just do things on occasion. And for once, Mímir decided to heed the advice. His pulse racing and everything seeming just so much more intense, he shifted in his seat, “Like, uh... like this.” Leaning across the table, he brought one hand up to cup the back of Silas’s head and pull him in close, pressing their lips together. Silas was totally caught off-guard by Mímir's forwardness. Not in a bad way, mind you. Mímir was usually so level-headed; he didn't do things like that. Silas definitely never had people kissing him out of the blue either. His instinct was to freak out, to push Mímir off for his own protection. But something about the night--be it the combination of booze or the general positivity floating around--kept that in check. He submitted to the kiss, his first ever. Once he was in closer, Mímir found it so much easier to go with instinct, to ignore all those little voices in his head saying ‘No’, ‘Don’t’, ‘This is stupid’, as though something was overpowering him. Carding his fingers up through Silas’s hair, he let his tongue dart out briefly to wet his lips and deepened the kiss, slowly and skillfully sliding his mouth across the other boy’s. Having never been in this situation before, Silas found himself in a bit of a panic. He had no idea what he was doing here. He'd never actually kissed someone before. He was too awkward when he was younger and his power had set in by the time he was settling into his teens. Silas knew that he enjoyed the fact that he was kissing the guy he'd harbored a crush on for months. As good as it was, Silas knew that he couldn't let this go on for much longer; not without warning Mímir of the dangers of kissing him. Si simultaneously pulled back from Mímir's face and pushed on the other man's chest. "Mímir..." Trying to push forward even as Silas pulled back, it took a few moments for Mímir to realise that Silas was pushing at him. That he wanted him to stop. So, regretfully and reluctantly he pulled back, biting at his lip as he hoped against hope that he hadn’t done something monumentally stupid. “Uh... happy birthday?” He murmured. "Thank you." Silas looked down, hoping that Mímir wouldn't notice the fact that he was blushing. He really was not used to attention like this. Taking a breath, he looked back up at Mímir. He looked just as nervous as Silas did. "That was nice. Really, really nice." Silas sighed and paused for a bit while he tried to figure out the right way to say this. "I just have to be careful. I could hurt you with my stupid powers." “...you could?” Mímir asked quietly, his pupils blown wide and his fingers just itching to reach out and touch Silas again. He could sympathise with the idea of having to worry about what your powers could do to another person, to always have to be careful. But another part of him really didn’t care. "I think so. I've never..." Silas blushed again, "...tried that with someone. But if I can eat rocks, think what I could do to another person?" It was times like this when he really, really hated his powers. He'd learned to love them between Vol Academy in Vancouver and IVI, but he really just wanted to make this connection without having to worry about anything. "I'm sorry." “Well, uh...” Mímir raised one shoulder in a half-shrug, smiling sheepishly, “It’s not like you’re trying to eat me?” Leaning back in close, his voice was a low rumble as he went on, “So we could try, I mean...” He placed his lips against Silas’s again, soft and chaste, “That didn’t hurt me.” "No, you're right," Silas said, chuckling lightly. There was something about Mímir's demeanor that made you trust in his judgement. It was probably well-honed from his time playing mentor for the Icelandic Vols. Silas' breath hitched when Mímir got real close. He really didn't know what to do with himself. "It didn't?" Breathing in Silas' scent, Mímir let out a chuckle of his own, dark and rough, "It didn't, no." Set in close against the other boy, he pressed another kiss against the corner of Silas's mouth, "...and neither did that." And then another against his jaw, their temples brushing together as Mímir moved. "I just--" panting softly, Mímir sighed, "I just really wanted to kiss you." "Oh." Silas squirmed at Mímir's breath on his ear. "I'm glad you did. It's..." Feeling galvanized by the Icelander's touch, Silas turned his head and met Mímir's mouth with his own. It was his turn to do something. He isn't very practiced with kissing, but he was eager and surprisingly hungry for it. He found himself really enjoying it. Grunting softly, Mímir went with it as Silas's mouth pressed to his, returning the kiss with a grin. Bringing his hand back up to run his fingers through Silas's hair, he let his tongue slowly sneak its way past his lips, ghosting briefly across the other boy's to try and pry them open. It took a moment for Silas to register that Mímir's tongue pushed itself past his lips. So that's what that felt like, he thought. Silas wasn't exactly sure what he should do except open his mouth to let Mímir in. He closed his eyes and went along with it, tentatively teasing the other man's tongue with his own. Sliding his tongue along Silas's, Mímir hesitated for a moment at an odd sensation working its way along the muscle. Was he...? No, he was only on his second beer of the night. He couldn't even be tipsy yet. Trying to ignore it, he kept kissing the other boy, fingers in his hair. But the deeper the kiss got, the worse the sensation got; strange tingling eventually giving way to brief flares of pain. Shocked, Mímir pulled back suddenly, his eyes wide and his mouth twisted into a grimace. Silas looked confused when Mímir pulled away. It took him a few moments to register that Mímir was in pain. His confusion gave way to a frown. His powers... "Oh my god I'm so so sorry. I didn't mean to do that." He reached for Mímir's beer and handed it to him. It was important that Mímir wash the saliva out of his mouth. "Drink that!" His tongue still itching and stinging dully, Mímir took the pint glass in both hands when it was offered and lifted it to his lips, belting down a few mouthfuls of the dark, heady liquid. Setting his beer down, Mímir let out a sigh of relief as the pain was slowly washed away. His eyes watery and his lips pursed, he glanced across the table at Silas, the haze he'd been under fading somewhat in light of the pain and the sudden shock to the system. "Uh..." After making sure that Mímir was okay, Silas abruptly pushed himself off his chair. "I...I should go. Thank you for the drink." He lingered for a moment longer, trying to find the correct thing to say and failing. "And the...other thing. I'm glad you're okay." Si walked past Mímir on his way to the exit. He felt stupid, really stupid. He thought that maybe because he was working with his powers that things had changed, that maybe Mímir knew something that Silas didn't. Wishful thinking was all it was. Some first kiss. |