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Riddick (r_b_riddick) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-11-24 12:14:00

Entry tags:

complete, day 24, legolas greenleaf, richard riddick

Who: Riddick and Legolas
When: Day 24 evening
What:Riddick needs to think he runs into the creature that has been haunting his thoughts.
Where: In the mountains
Rating: PG-13 at the very least.It will probably get bad so I will change it.Naked Legolas
Status: Incomplete, active

Haunting, torture, pain, agony, craving and longing.It was all floating through the bald Furyan's blood stream right now.He sat in his room,watching the sleeping Commander,everything was so confusing. What he had with Cylus rather it was asked for or not scared him. Riddick had never felt anything like it and now that he had time to think about it, really think about it,he wanted to run. He didn't do attachment and the few times he did it never ended well.This time would be no different.He already almost lost Cylus to Lestat. What if he really did loose him?

On top of it he was being haunted in his thoughts by the blond Elf who he had met the first night here. The Elf in which he kissed and he called by another name. Riddick had no idea why now, Legolas was coming back to haunt him. Only that he was. And it scared him badly. He couldn't stop thinking about Legolas.

Finally,convinced Cylus was well asleep and making sure nothing to get to him,Riddick stood, stretched and grabbed some warmer clothing. He had a feeling it was cold and he could deal with it.Once he was dressed and had his sivs, Riddick looked at the sleeping man once more and left the room.It was cold as fuck out, Riddick shivered even under his warmer clothing. But it didn't stop him.Narrowing silvery eyes, Riddick started out.

He was not at all shocked when he once more found himself in the mountains in what he was damn sure was the same spot in which he had first encountered Legolas. He found himself sitting on a rock and just looking out.It was unusual for Riddick to get lost in thought yet.... he did this night..

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princegreenleaf
2008-11-24 01:59 pm UTC (link)

He had everything he'd wanted since Aragorn had come to Mirage and thrown his feelings into turmoil. He had the love of the human Ranger, and they had admited that they had feelings for each other. He'd made amazing friends here, Marcus, Giselle, Katara, Michiru... the list went on. In fact, he had made friends and charmed everyone he'd met, with one notable exception.

Of course, one could say he'd charmed him, too. Because why else had Riddick kissed him? The worst part was, Legolas didn't know even how he felt about it. He was alternately furious about it, and unable to stop thinking about it. In fact, it really seemed to him that his life would be pretty much perfect if Riddick hadn't kissed him.

He hadn't been able to look at Aragorn since he'd practically ran out of his room. Again, he found that he was avoiding one of his best friends, and someone who should have been so much more, because of one stupid kiss. He couldn't focus. So he went out. What else was a Silvan elf to do, but seek the solace of nature?

It was cold, but though he felt it, it didn't affect him in the same way. As he made his way up into the mountains, his feet were so light on the snow that he actually walked along the top of it and didn't break through the crust. Up, up into the mountains he went, until he was at the grove of trees where he'd first met Riddick and welcomed him to Mirage. Now, why had he come here? He couldn't quite figure it out.

Well, it wasn't like Riddick was likely to be here, was he? And he was here now, and though it was cold, it was beautiful. He walked into the center of the clearing, trees all around him, and looked up at the sky. But simply being here wasn't enough, it wasn't clearing his head. So he took a deep breath, braced himself against the chill, and reached for the buckle of his belt.

It was keenly, sharply cold, but still, he removed each and every article of clothing. Hanging them on a branch out of the snow, he again went to stand in the center of the clearing. Absolutely naked, the blond prince was poised there for a moment. He was absolutely still, and it seemed that he could stay that way for a long time. Suddenly, with no warning, he began to move.

The elves of Mirkwood all dance. It was how all their most holy celebrations were done, in the form of movement and patterns. He was alone, but he could still participate in these rites. Perhaps it would clear his head. Pale and graceful in the cold nighttime air, he moved through the dance which every elf child learned when they were still tiny. And it was working, all his worries were slipping away.

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r_b_riddick
2008-11-25 07:08 pm UTC (link)

There upon his rock, Riddick was lost in thought, an unusual situation for sure. He never thought too much, too deeply. But yet he couldn't stop. It was beginning to make his head hurt. But because he was lost deep in thought it seemed like his senses were more in tune than ever before. He heard a noise, it seemed far off and it was faint, but still a noise.

His hands went to his shivs and he stood, rolling strong shoulders, head darting side to side to make sure he knew what direction to go. So he headed off, going where he was sure he heard the noise. To his advantage in the cold night, he could see everything. So silvery eyes narrowed and then fell upon something.

Long blonde hair, moving in the moonlight like a weightless silk, hands itching to run fingers through silken strands, a graceful, almost effortless motion of maybe dancing seemed to be coming from an almost weightless and flawless body. And how he knew, he would never know, but Riddick knew it was Legolas. The Elf that was haunting his every moment recently. Riddick remained silent, calm, not letting the Elf know he was there.

Though soon enough, Riddick knew the Elf would turn around and face him. And it was just at the moment that it hit him, soon he would be faced with his demon, Riddick realized that Legolas was earing nothing, nothing at all. A Demon with an Angelic laugh and smile. He was breathless, frozen and no one had that affect on him, ever. His silvery eyes watched as if hypnotized by the movements.

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princegreenleaf
2008-11-25 09:17 pm UTC (link)

The dance was beautiful, graceful, though it was also somewhat tribal and primitive. Somehow, it was both, for the Silvan elves were not as 'refined' as the elves of Imladris or Lothlorien. It gradually built to the point where it would have had even most healthy people gasping for breath and sweating. By the end, even Legolas was breathing hard, though he didn't sweat. The dance movements built to a climax and then, just as suddenly as Legolas had started to dance, he stopped.

He was still very much lost in the dance, and at a major disadvantage because of it. This was not normal for the elf with the keen senses. Slowly, though, the peace that the dance had brought for the elf faded, and he became achingly aware of something that was just a little off. He wasn't alone. It may have been a tiny noise, or the slightest of movements caught out of the corner of his eye, but somehow, he knew.

Without warning, the elf broke and ran for the tree where his clothing, and more important his weapons, where stashed. In seconds, he had his bow drawn with an arrow ready. Still completely unclothed, he walked lightly over the snow in the elven was, his feet not breaking through the crust so he walked over the top and didn't sink in.

As he moved, he spoke loudly, clearly, his voice ringing out musically over the snowy landscape. "You may as well come out, my friend, for I know you are here." Though the words were friendly enough, there was a hint of steel underneath them. No one that wasn't an elf should have seen his dance. "Come out so that we may talk. If you do not, and I must track you down, it will not go well for you."

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r_b_riddick
2008-11-28 09:26 pm UTC (link)

It amused Riddick in a way that it always seemed to be like this with the two of them. Only tonight, right here studying intently the naked form of the Elf, Riddick wished for no confrontation. He moved into the clearing so he could be seen. And his silvery eyes locked on Legolas.

"The same song and dance, isn't it Elf?" Riddick asked no harshness to his words just a simple question in way of greeting. And as he spoke, he walked slightly closer toward the center and as he did so he removed his shivs one by one placing them down gently in the clearing by a rock. "I don't want a confrontation tonight, Legolas."

What did he want exactly? That he could not answer. He was not all sure of that. But he did lick his lips as he just watched Legolas. The last time he had seen the Elf, Riddick had kissed him. And for some odd reason that kiss had haunted him for the last few days.

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princegreenleaf
2008-11-30 01:37 pm UTC (link)

The elven prince had been wary and not a little angry that his dance had been seen by someone who wasn't an elf. Oddly, though, that all seemed to melt away when it became clear just who it was that had interupted him, who had seen him dance. Though he should have been more wary, more upset, that didn't seem to want to happen.

Instead, he surprised even himself by setting down the bow on the ground, just as Riddick had done with his knives. Once that was done, he began to move toward the center of the clearing as well. His naked state, he basically ignored. There was nothing he wanted to do about it right now. At Riddick's words, he nodded, his blond hair shimmering even in the dark night.

"Very well, then. A confrontation will not happen, as I do not wish it either." He stopped right in front of Riddick, roughly the same height as him so that their gazes met levelly. The night, and the caution he felt, made the elven eyes dark, mysterious. But then, Riddick's eyes were equally mysterious, so perhaps it was only fair. "And here we are once more, my human friend." He paused. "And what should happen now?"

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r_b_riddick
2008-12-02 05:08 pm UTC (link)

Riddick didn't realize he had kept walking into the clearing until he was face to face, mere inches from Legolas. He could feel the Elf's breath coming against his own which caused him to shiver slightly. What happened now? What did he want? He had no idea. He only knew he did not want a confrontation which was odd for someone like Riddick.

"Good question.." He muttered though mostly to himself. He had no answer. That is until Riddick raised his silvery eyes to stare into the darkened ones of the Elf. The blond hair shimmered and danced in the light breeze and Riddick itched to reach out, touch it, run his fingers through it.

No control,none at all. Because Riddick sucked in a deep breath at the same time his hand rose, his fingers caught on a strand of that hair that was softer under his touch than he thought. That same hand moved quickly to gently yet still firmly clasp the side of Legolas' neck and bring him closer at the same time Riddick was tilting his head.

"Stop me..." A demand, command, plea? Riddick was not sure and it didn't matter because it was only a second before Riddick closed that small distance and his lips were pressed against Legolas'. The beginning of the kiss just as the last. Only this time, Riddick deepened it and there was no cry of another's name.

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princegreenleaf
2008-12-02 06:48 pm UTC (link)

It was strange, really. Riddick had been the only one that Legolas had met that he hadn't made friends with. He was a naturally friendly being, open and honest, and also charming enough that most people liked him immediately. Riddick had been the sole exception. And yet, he was the only person that had ever managed to get Aragorn out of his head. He didn't get it, but there it was.

Legolas couldn't seem to look away, to tear his gaze from those silvery eyes that had apparently captivated him. "Well, that is inconvienant. If you do not know, and I do not know, then..." He paused for a second and then went off on another track. "How is it your eyes shine, human? I have met many people, and none of them have eyes like yours." It was random, sure, but then Legolas was fairly well known for just saying whatever came to his head.

But that was all out of his brain in seconds. Riddick was... touching him. He couldn't focus suddenly on anything but the man and his fingers which played with the blond strands of his hair. He hissed softly in pleasure as those fingers passed briefly over the pointed tips of his ears. Always a good way to get the attention of an elf.

"I fear I cannot..." The words were nothing more than a murmur. He knew he should try to stop Riddick. Honor would demand it. He and Aragorn may not have talked to the point where everything was clear between them, but he knew that what he was about to do was wrong. It was also quite irresistable. When Riddick came toward him, Legolas was ready. His fingers passed over the Furyan's bald head and his bare body pressed against Riddick as he returned the kiss. It was wrong, yes, but he couldn't quite make himself stop. He knew it must be the same for Riddick, too.

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r_b_riddick
2008-12-04 05:23 pm UTC (link)

Wrong.. was never something that bothered Riddick before. He took what he wanted and that was that. He didn't care who was hurt in the process. But this was different. This was complicated. And it did matter, but it didn't. Because here in the moment all he wanted was to feel that slim, naked body against him. All he wanted was to taste him, drink from him. Fuck anything else.

If Leoglas spoke to him, Riddick never heard, he never focused on the words only on Legolas himself. His free hand came up to rest against smooth flesh of waist as the Furyan moved himself closer against Legolas and pulled him close as well.

His eyes narrowed as they opened and he pulled back to look at Legolas. His hand still cupped the side of Legolas' neck, holding him almost possessively. "You should have stopped me...." iIddick said softly, but no regret that Legolas had not actually stopped him. It was a warning. Because before Legolas could respond his lips were on the Elf's once more and he was tasting him.

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princegreenleaf
2008-12-04 11:57 pm UTC (link)

Some would be offended by the way Riddick apparently ignored their words. Legolas, however, was much more interested in how Riddick was pulling him closer, how thrilling it was to feel the mans clothing against his bare body. He was warm, too, which also felt incredible, and he smelled good. Talking could wait, he decided.

"Yes, I am in complete accord. I should have stopped you." He confirmed before he pulled Riddick toward him to kiss him once more. This time, it was much less tentative and more demanding, almost forceful. It might take an elf longer than a human to decide to do something, but once you had, the results were always spectacular. He had clearly decided that kissing Riddick, touching him, was something he wanted to do.

The blond prince did pull away for a second though, in order to speak once more. "My Lord Riddick, this is most unfair. I am completely unclothed, and you are not." Long, slim fingers reached out for the hem of Riddick's shirt, but then he stopped. "But, wait. You will be too cold, is that not so, human?"

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r_b_riddick
2008-12-08 06:38 am UTC (link)

It was wrong. But right now Riddick just wanted. He didn't give a shit about anything else. And this, wanting,taking, not giving a shit about anyone or anything else, this was what the bald Furyan understood. Not the man he was becoming when it came to Cylus. A low growl came from deep within his throat as Legolas mentioned having too much clothing.

"I can handle the cold, Elf."Came the low response, his rough hands moving up the smooth skin of Legolas' back. He wanted to touch,to claim, to own.So while the hands started out gentle enough they became rougher, firmer in their explorations. Riddick leaned in biting and nipping at his chin,neck then up to the pointed ear of the Elf,whispering within it."I think we should fix this clothing situation,don't you?"

Stepping back, his silvery eyes narrowed and locked on Legolas, Riddick slowly began to undress. If it was cold, then Riddick honestly could not feel it.

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princegreenleaf
2008-12-08 07:33 pm UTC (link)

Throughout his long life, Legolas had gotten himself into trouble time after time. Not out of any malicious intention, not even remotely. He didn't have a mean bone in his body. But what he did do was act out of thoughlessness, and there was no doubt to him what he wanted. Aragorn didn't even figure into his thoughts as his lean, toned body pressed against the Furyan.

"Oh, forgive me. I must have mistaken you for another human." His tone of voice was vaguely amused, but also with an undeniable undertone of desire that made it a little bit rougher, though still just as musical. "But then, you simply are not just any human, is that not so?" He arched his back into the man's touch, enjoying the sensual feeling of it all.

Unashamed, the elf watched as the Furyan stripped. Human's had body modesty, elves did not. As soon as Riddick was unclothed, Legolas pounced him, knocking him to the ground and landing on top of him. "I do believe, my lord Riddick, that this is much preferable."

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