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[atrb=style, opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: -10px;][STYLE= font: 7pt tahoma; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; color: #71637D; text-transform: lowercase; background-color: #111111;]The Braviary had been the Pokemon to carry him to this place, although others would have suited just as well. Yet that would have been too obvious, not a lot of trainers could handle a Hydreigon at least from his experiences and Flygon tired too soon. The rest couldn't exactly fly and thus the eagle Pokemon had been the only choice in the end. The co-leader of the Knights adjusted his civilian clothes and looked around himself. A small smirk tugging on the corners of his mouth and then he turned on his heel, walking toward the tall grass and the mountain that laid beyond it. It was a beautiful scene, he almost pondered, before grinning ruefully.
He stared blankly at the rocks stopping him in his tracks, but it was soon solved as he called upon Aggron and Rhyperior's strength to move the enormous blocks. He continued deeper into the mountains enormous caves, ignoring the Pokemon flying an crawling around him. He paused for a moment, before withdrawing the two rock Pokemon and replacing the balls with delicate care on the belt designed for it. He pushed a lock of hair back, noticing some Pokemon perk up with interest and he grimaced. The Hydreigon was finally called upon and it send the weaker Pokemon scampering away.
Nazo laughed softly underneath his breath, before continuing his path to the depths of the mountain, wondering how it looked now. It had been so long ago now, it seemed. [/style]
A second Braviary's wings flapped harshly as they descended, large claws landing with thump on the soft surface of the ground. Cashel dismounted the flying type, patting him lightly on the head, taking a few steps onto their platform. All it took was moment before the a smile seemed to appear from the mountain's shadow, a dark blob materializing along with that smile to reveal a cackling Gengar.
"I take it you know where they went?" He asked the Gengar, who nodded and pointed to an opening in the mountain, next to it a large boulder that seemed large enough to cover the entrance. He smiled at the Gengar, satisfied with her performance. She never did disappoint, not when it came to scouting missions. He took a look at the Braviary, and returned him to his pokeball. The red head didn't think the flying type would appreciate the enclosed rocks, and it would have been a shame if the pokemon were to fidget about, showing unruly behavior.
Cashel nodded to the Gengar, and started for the entrance. "Stay close." Was all he said, and the ghost type quickly sank into his own shadow, the grin fading into the darkness as he entered the mountain.
It didn't take long until he heard footsteps ahead of him as well as the soft growls of other pokemon. "So this is where you went?" He said aloud, making his presence known, arms crossed in mocked disappointment in the long haired man in front of him. It couldn't be denied that he was a bit miffed at Nazo's sudden disappearance, which was why he had had Gochi the Gengar follow after his trail. Even so, he could never be truly angry at Nazo, not when the man had stuck with him so long. With time came the trust he had learned to relax upon.
His gaze flitted around the cave, muted silence all around. "I never liked it when it was quiet." He murmured, eyes looking but not seeing on a small piece of rock on the wall. "It reminds me too much of the funeral."
And just like that, he could see it unravel in front of him. A day he could never forget. The open casket, the rows of seats and flowers that decorated the small room from where his father's corpse was laid out for those who came to mourn. Then there was him, standing idly in a corner, eyes stuck to the box that held his father, eyes hard and unseeing, lips kept in a thin line to prevent what sobs threatened to pour out.
[atrb=style, opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: -10px;][STYLE= font: 7pt tahoma; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; color: #71637D; text-transform: lowercase; background-color: #111111;]The man knew that someone most likely would follow, he after all couldn't simply disappear like he sometimes wished, sometimes it was reassuring but right now it would be more annoying. Yet he hadn't depended on it being the leader himself. For the moment he remained unaware however and swept deeper into the intestines of the mountain as he counted down when someone would find him and comment on his absence. However he didn't make it too difficult for himself to find the exit if it was needed. Although if it truly depended on it, he was sure that the Rhyperior or Aggron would find him a way out, even if they needed to create a new exit for that purpose. The thought made him smirk ever so faintly.
He heard the ever familiar voice of his Leader in the cave behind him and he smiled, eyes closing for a moment, before he turned his head to face the redhead and gave a faint shrug "Apparently it is." He agreed, letting the smile rest there, without any mockery even. He turned to look away again, his entire back to Cashel, showing his own brand of complete trust and shot a look at the Hydreigon, before he turned completely to the Leader and offered another smile, even more faint "I needed some time to think without the annoying babble of others.." His expression made clear that the other man wasn't included in those he found annoying. Far from it however, if he had found the other suck, he wouldn't have bothered staying for as long as he did.
Nazo's gaze shifted and landed on his Leader when the other man spoke again, his head lifted as he remembered those days well enough as well. He had been shocked at the news of course, but he couldn't compare it to what Cashel must have felt. He looked around the cave anew and then nodded his head faintly. It did have the same grave silence, if one ignored the sounds of the Pokemon around them, although now they were with two, it was less likely that they would decide to attack. His gaze turned back to the redhead, ignoring the pang of fondness for the other "It does." He agreed and at those words the entire memory seemed to come back to him.
Once he hadn't paid attention to the younger male, there were quite a few years between them after all, but yet he had decided to comfort the youngest of the two when he suddenly found himself alone. He, himself, had lost his family young enough that he didn't remind them, yet he had felt the loss of a friend once and he somewhat compared them to what the younger male must have felt. Also Cashel's family had been welcoming to him and thus their departure was almost painful for him as well, although he hadn't expected it to happen. A remnant of the days that his family had been friendly with that of the other male's.
Although he had offered no words, he couldn't say anything, beside stare at the basket and ignore the glances aimed his way. He was a street rat in their eyes after all, not good enough to be here and yet here he had been. His lips moved and his glance moved back to Cashel, some of his teasing nature coming back, lighting up his eyes, before they dulled in their almost dead stare again "Want some comfort from my arms again?" He questioned, raising said appendages for a moment, before letting them drop to the side again. He expected no more than the other was willing to give and he knew that the other would not accept the offer. [/style]
He chuckled, amused by how the other had answered. He couldn't help but agree that there were those he wished he didn't have to speak with, the stress it managed to draw out from him was more tiring than the conversation itself. But he knew his duty to his own task, and he would not do a job half-assed, even if meant he had to deal with some of the stubborn type. At least here, in the silent reverie of the mountain, there was nothing to remind him of what work he had yet to do, or the tasks to lead to the future that he perceived to be. None of that, there was only he and Nazo, and a group of unnamed pokemon.
He kept his arms around himself, the memory of the numbness he felt at his father's funeral seemed to give unwanted chills through out his body. There were people he didn't want to talk to back then as well, but it had been his duty back then as the oldest son to handle the proceedings, and allow his father to be mourned. Many shared their condolences for his father's death, and he had nodded and said 'Thank you' to them. But inside, he had wondered if they even remotely felt as he did, the painful pressure in his chest, and if they did then they knew that their words were close to meaningless to him.
Cashel broke out of his own thoughts at Nazo's playfulness. How easy it was to recall such crushing emotions, though difficult to cling to hopeful thoughts. Was he any different after five years? Sure, the Knights had grown admirably within two years of careful nurturing, but inside, he still felt the same way as he did. Angry, lost in his own labyrinth, with nothing but a goal to keep him going.
He chuckled again, though it sounded more hollow than the first, the sound reverberating inside the enclosed space. He gave him a questioningly look, smile playing on his lips as if considering the possibilities, before stepping forward, and wrapping his arms around the other man's middle. He lay his head on the man's shoulder, the two roughly the same height, closing his eyes to sink into the feeling. Cashel did not think himself 'clingy', the audacity of that thought was laughable in his mind. But wasn't that what he was doing right now? Clinging to the very person who had remained by his side all these years?
Bah, he didn't owe himself an answer.
"Regretting you offered, Nazo?" He said, voice playful to match his, smile coming on full play as he held his arms tighter around the man. "Perhaps next time you'll remember to tell me where it is you're heading off to."
[atrb=style, opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: -10px;][STYLE= font: 7pt tahoma; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; color: #71637D; text-transform: lowercase; background-color: #111111;]Usually he didn't avoid it either, unless he did one of his disappearing acts again, although even those had their own goal from time to time. He scouted sometimes, either for potential recruits or for those who sought to betray the Knights of Arceus. He wasn't being useless, far from that. Although others found more, he was more thorough in disposing of them if it was needed as he found evidence a lot faster than those who sought it in different ways. At least he wished to belief that it was so. He didn't even know if it was true. Today however was one of those days that he just wanted to be alone and think about everything and settle his mind. Cashel never interrupted his thoughts however and no matter how foul tempered he was, the redhead was always a welcome sight to him.
The Hydreigon hissed, bad-tempered as it was and he shot it a brief look, before taking a few steps closer to the other male. He kept his distance nonetheless though, the Hydreigon took the chance to fly around, staying relatively close that he could hear when he was called to battle. The two heads on his arms snapping at the Pokemon who weren't quite fast enough. Although none were quite grabbed in those mouths. The dragon knew that he would face consequences if he did something that displeased his Trainer. He wondered where exactly the redhead was with his thoughts and how he could help him, although keeping silent didn't seem like the wisest choice it was exactly what he did.
It had taken him a very long time to open up to Cashel, even at the funeral he had simply stood by his side and placed a hand on his shoulder in silence, letting the other know that the grief had been shared. That moment he had also expected the other to slap him away and pretend that nothing was wrong, but it had been proven differently and from that moment a fragile friendship had been born. He nearly smiled at the thought, thinking about it quite fondly.
Nazo awaited a reaction, wondering what the other man would do, how his behavior would be received. He had a pretty good guess, but still the other male managed to surprise him from time to time. It was a good thing, it kept from things getting dull. He often pondered about wondering how it was as the sole leader. Yet he had never found it a bother to follow Cashel, to guard in the few cases it had been needed. No, he was oddly content where he was now, most of the time.
He was eyed and his own eyebrow rose in a returned question and then the other surprised him and stepped closer. His arms automatically rising before he even knew what the other was planning and then they settled comfortable, lightly, around the other man. The Hydreigon behind them snapped at them as if thinking that the hug was a threat, an attack to his Trainer but a faint look over Nazo's shoulder silenced the violate beast. A faint hum escaping his throat and then Cashel was speaking to him and he fell silent to listen to the other man and then shrugged his shoulders faintly. Another hum escaping, amused.
"I do not regret offering it." He replied then, tempted to brush his fingers through the crimson locks and yet he didn't allow himself to do so "Although maybe the place could've been better picked." He offered, somewhat dryly. He didn't fear an attack, but it still could happen and this position was quite fragile. It lowered the defenses. Then the redhead continued talking and he chuckled softly "I shall try to do that in the future." He promised, although most likely the both of them knew how big the chance of him actually doing it was. Very small.
How long had it been since he was in someone else's arms? Not for a year, none that came to mind. It felt sort of foreign, this contact, soothing and warm, yet it brought a certain squirm to his chest. He was never the kind to easily trust someone, especially not after the Knights had taken over most of his life. He had assumed that there were few who actually wished for his well-being, far from it actually, while others didn't even care about him. Even with the growling dragon, he felt much more at ease than he had been for days now. Was it the knowledge that they were alone in the cave? Or perhaps it was Nazo himself that could bring out such an calming effect on him?
He was more willing to bet on the later.
Of course, after the funeral, Nazo had stayed by his side, a steady rock among the torrents that threatened to push him down. Even then, most of his problems seemed to arise from inner conflict rather exterior forces. Physically well, though mentally unstable, even his own brother had worried for him for a good month or so before seeing it fit to resume his own duties, making sure to tell Nazo to keep an eye on him. He scoffed at that thought, remembering how weak-willed he had been, that even his younger brother had worried over his well-being.
He laughed dryly, amused. "Yes, next time try and pick somewhere more sanitary. For all we know, we might just be stepping all over Zubat guano. Dite wouldn't be please if I were trudge back to headquarters, trailing with the mess." For a moment he let his mind wander to his ever loyal secretary, another smile on his face as he counted yet another he could rely on. Perhaps someday he could fill all the ranks with those he thought dearly off. For now he still had some weeding to do.
Slowly, as if unsure of his actions, he pressed his body closer, head angling to look at Nazo, as he carefully planted a kiss just below his jaw.
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Nazo would've scoffed if he knew where Cashel's thoughts rested, he remembered his brother as well and the ridiculous words that he needed to watch over the other and he had wanted to snap then. What did the other think what he had been doing? Yet no words had spilled from his lips and he had instead jerked his head into a light nod, before turning his attention back on Cashel and wondering what the younger wanted to do. It seemed like he was doing the exact same thing now, watching over the redhead and made sure that everything went okay.
A low snort escaped him, before he could even think of holding it back and his eyebrows raised "That is an... interesting thought." He spoke dryly, actually pulling his head back for a moment to check the ground and see if there was nothing beneath their soles. His expression pulled into something that resembled disgust for a moment, until he noticed that there wasn't really anything to be disgusted about. The mess that did litter the ground seemed to be avoided by both men "But the place seems... remarkably clean." He continued with the same dry tone and then felt into another faint fit of chuckles, imagining the look on Aphrodite's look if they should come in as the other portrayed. It was something that he would have to try for sure. Once, maybe.
Then his thoughts turned to something completely different as the other pressed closer to him and his breath hitched for a moment, mostly out of surprise. A kiss was then brushed against his jaw and for a moment his head lifted to the side, offering more room and something that could've resembled a purr escaped his throat "Are you sure... this is an appropriate place?" He questioned, sounding again more amused than anything else. His hand pressed against Cashel's lower back and his own head moving to let his lips rest lightly against the redhead's neck.
It was a mere trivial thought. Was it really Dite who took care of such things, or would she find some other poor fellow to do the 'dirty' work. What did he care if the one who cleaned his shoes would have to go through the disgusting filth that covered it's soles? None a care at all, frankly, he didn't even know who it was who cleaned after him, surely he didn't do his laundry, but lo and behold everyday he had a fresh stack of clothes ready to wear. As quickly as those thoughts occurred, it was gone again, drifting away from conscious thought as others were more needed. The way Nazo shifted, for instance, to allow him to continue his ministration. He chuckled at the question, more mirth than accusation from what he could presume was more on the rhetorical side.
"And when have we ever been appropriate?" He answered nonetheless, the purr from the violet haired man seemed indication enough that he wasn't as bothered by Cashel's actions than any other normal man would have. They were both as not-normal as could be, lunatics in their own right, though who was to tell them that what they did was wrong? Absolutely no one.
Well, unless they wanted to die.
Inhibitions gone at the sight of Nazo's compliance, he pressed himself closer, not to mention that Nazo's hand was drawing him in as well, his hand sneaking it's way under Nazo's clothes to feel that toned body just beneath the fabric. He reveled in their proximity, the smell of the other man so close making him drunk with lust, the usual gold irises were taking on a darker hue as he looked at the other man with need. He chuckled, pulling his head a short way to pause and look him in the eyes. "No regrets, right?" Was all the warning he would give, as he leaned in to capture Nazo's lips.
OoC;; WHO'S THE SWORD AND WHO'S THE SHEATH? ;; ALSO THIS IS STILL CONSIDERED PG13
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Nonetheless, none of that mattered right now, absolutely nothing. His main focus was the redhead in front of him right now. Cashel could've asked anything right now and he would do it without a doubt. It seemed like everything was kept simple however, world narrowing until only the two of them remained.
A soft hum when the question was asked and his lips pulled back into another smile, a sigh nearly escaping him "Is that a trick question?" He returned instead, his fingers unconsciously seeking the warmth of skin without being separated by any cloth "Because I don't think we ever have been.." He didn't want to complain, even didn't care enough to do so. In a way it indeed did seem that both where lunatics in their own way, without a care for anything that could be considered remotely good.
Feeling a bit ashamed as he felt the other's body pressed even closer while a small sound escaped in surprise and then everything was gone as a hand crawled underneath his clothes. The other pulled back for a moment and once more he gritted his teeth to contain a small sound. The other looked far too amused and then spoke and his own lips turned into a smile "None at all." He managed to murmur, before lips where sealed together and his arm tightened even more and he leaned his head down. His teeth taking advantage to nip at the other's lower lip and keep it captive.
His own hand squirmed under the Leader's clothes and fingertips swept over skin, exploring familiar territory. When had been the first time that he had been allowed to explore like this? He wasn't sure if he still remembered. [/style]
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Last Edit: Nov 14, 2012 4:46:53 GMT 9.5 by NAZO FUMETSU
There were things that needn't be said. Just so happened that this was one of them. As it was, now Cashel was on the 'zubat guano covered' floor of the cave, slumped against a wall, eyes close from satisfaction. His clothes were hastily placed back on, the buttons of his shirt only half way done and his pants simply left open for now. His hair was much more unruly than normal, strands jutting from every place, swept back in some places as if someone had gripped too hard or hand ran through the mop of hair far too many times. Well it was a possibility~ It was almost like all the knots in his body had dissipated in the moment, leaving him in his happy little bubble, content to laze around like an overgrown cat. The thought of moving right now didn't occur to him, so he let himself be. He wasn't in such a bad state, sure there were probably a few marks on him now, tell-tale signs of their little hustle, Nazo's doing in the haze of lust-induced states. For now, he couldn't even be sure if all the marks could be hidden, though it occurred to him that Nazo might have tried to spite him and leave him with a few that he couldn't hide so easily, just because the other man knew that he couldn't do a thing about it.
Not right now, but he could bitch later.
He finally did open an eye to Nazo, humming in delight as he clung to the last dregs of pleasure. Admittedly, one of the reason's that he wasn't moving was because he was sore. But all be damned if he had to say that out loud. Cashel did not hurt, signs of weakness were best kept to himself, and either way, it was slow dull ache that would remind him for the rest of the day. Not that that was a bad thing at all, simply sometimes he had to acclimate himself to.
"Mmm, yes, next time, pick somewhere I can actually lie down on." He chuckled, adjusting himself on the hard wall, the uneven surface digging into his back. Eventually the silence was wearing down on him, else he would have been content to sit there quietly until Arceus-knows-when. Cashel scooted over to the other man, leaning against him. At least he was softer than the wall he was on just a moment ago.
Nope, Cashel was not clingy.
"How long will it be until someone actually starts panicking?" Came the amused question, referring to the fact that both leaders had mysteriously disappeared without word. And by someone, he meant Aphrodite.
[//added by fate: Aphrodite resents that. She does not panic. >3]
Last Edit: Nov 17, 2012 12:31:24 GMT 9.5 by ★ FATE ★
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In fact, he had tried to avoid most of the more obvious marks on the other male's body, but sometimes he didn't think clearly and had slipped here and there and now the other man was carrying the results on his skin. Nonetheless even the brief regret and shame he could've pretended to feel wouldn't prevent him from staring at the marks with a self-satisfied little smirk once his attention turned back to Cashel. His eyes roaming lazily and without the possessiveness that the other hated oh so much. He knew that the other didn't belong to, nor with, him. Although the marks could've said something different. He could get to enjoy this however, he decided after a while. Of course he didn't think Cashel would be ashamed of them, hadn't expected anything different. Rather it would make others feel flustered and wonder what they had been up too.
Once more it was maybe better that he didn't hear the other's thoughts, otherwise he might've scoffed and teased the other male faintly. Although his sense of humor was even drier than the desserts. Yet the comfortable silence that had surrounded him wasn't meant to be broken just yet and Nazo was content with that. He even used the moment to stretch slowly, a groan threatening to escape.
A faint look when the silence was finally broken and he chuckled lowly "As you wish." He replied, the smile curling the corners of his mouth upward once more "But I will blame you if next time is in a cave... again." The silence threatened to overwhelm them again and then a warm weight pressed against him and he blinked for a moment, before chuckling faintly and wrapping his arm lightly around the other male "You're heavy." He mock-complained. A huff of breath escaping his lungs and then he adjusted himself so that he, himself, was a bit more comfortable. Most likely they wouldn't move for a while.
He hummed for a short moment, before looking down at the other "Let's find out, shall we?" He suggested casually. [/style]
Perhaps it was that amused tone that Nazo usually took, that placed him in relative ease. And that smile, that was never intended to give him any sense of ease, but did so anyway, because he knew that Nazo wouldn't bother trying to give him a smile for any reason other than his own. Which was to say that the motion was entirely worthless to Cashel, it meant nothing for the most part, yet comforting all the same in all it's meaningless. Rather, it was useless things like this that proved that he could trust Nazo. The man wanted nothing from him, no expectant favors for his action, because what could he possibly get from Cashel that he didn't have access to himself after all. Even these moment, Cashel would be the initiator more often than not, and Nazo would follow along with all the grace he could hope for.
Any teasing would have been ignored at this point, the man content to lie still for the moment as the buzz slowly left his body and nested it's way into his mind, mere remnants of passion that he had been experiencing earlier. So what if he wanted to pause and admire the scenery, so to speak considering how dark it was and there was barely anything that could be found in the cave anyway, was there anything wrong with taking a breather for a moment? Even as Nazo shifted to make himself comfortable, he lay there in quiet contemplation to the warmth that the two shared between themselves, how soothing it was and how he could not trust it for being so. There were things that he liked to keep professional between them, little things such as these, that he drew the line for the safety of both of them. He could only imagine the repercussions if they got romantically involved.
Even with that off-handed comment, it simply ensured to Cashel that Nazo was happy enough to continue their relationship, as much as an insult it was to call it that there seemed no other word appropriate enough to sum it up. Of course 'fuck buddies' fit the bill fine, but Cashel always did prefer a less crass way of referring to things that were linked to himself. Thus 'Knights' were still correlative to positive attributes than negative connotations. Same way that he preferred being called an 'idealistic philanthropist' as opposed to 'tyrannical dictator'.
"I think the blame would be shared, don't you? I can't help succumbing to this as much as you can." Yes, he would blame lust for this, because blaming themselves was much too responsible. And feeling responsible for the sticky feeling that made his clothes cling to his body did not sound very enticing to the man. "Some sort of fat joke, Nazo?" He humored back, finding some comfort in the way the other had draped his hand over him.
Aha, so now he could call Nazo clingy. Thank Arceus for small miracles.
"Spend a few more moments alone in a dark, damp cave, situated in the middle of nowhere?" He asked rhetorically, a brow raised at Nazo as he pulled himself up to look at the man, a hint of a smile on his face before he shrugged and settled back on his spot. "Sure, I don't see why not." The illusion of relaxing would do both men some good, no? "Now now, we must tease the flower too much, she's been terribly good at helping smooth things along." He chuckled, mildly cheered with the opportunity to make Aphrodite worry for a while longer. "She follows our wants much like a Sharpedo does to blood. Not quite knowing why she does so, simply that she must." He commented offhandedly. "We must be wary of those teeth if the time ever comes, they tend to bite with accuracy."
OoC;; HAPPY APHRODITE? YOU'RE A FLOWER SHARK NOW!!!
[Dite: Flower shark works for me. Bloody but beautiful. Hot.]
Last Edit: Nov 18, 2012 21:38:30 GMT 9.5 by ★ FATE ★
[atrb=style, opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: -10px;][STYLE= font: 7pt tahoma; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; color: #71637D; text-transform: lowercase; background-color: #111111;]It seemed that Nazo realized some of it, but he never had bothered commenting on it, letting it rest comfortable between them. The fact that he wanted nothing however, was a lie at times, because Nazo did think about taking Cashel's place from time to time although in the end always deciding against it and remained content at being the co-leader of the group. He was comfortable like this, it wasn't like Cashel was very demanding and both had build an easy comradely -which was admittedly sometimes a bit more than it appeared- and both knew what to do and what not. Nazo usually kept his distance however, simply for the fact that he didn't want Cashel to feel pressured, that's why most of the time he usually agreed when the other man wanted something from him.
While Nazo still didn't find it entirely comfortable, he had at least stopped shifting and speaking. The situation was in general mostly comfortable, at least for the moment. He would've spoken though if the other had voiced his thoughts, would've said that he didn't need protection and could take care of themselves, even if they turned out to be enamoured with each other. Of course he did know that there always would be dangers involved, like those who tried to get back to the other and used one of the two of them. It didn't help that they where the two main pillars of the entire thing. It was all one confusing mess and yet Nazo wasn't too bothered about it and remained content still, like he always would be. Of course there would be times that he asked more for a day or two, before going back to his usual routine.
That was something that the other man could admire in the redhead, the ability to try and look positive at everything about anything. He was usually a lot more negative and listened to all the tales how bad the Knights where, not that he believed in those tales. He was a huge part of it himself, after all. No, he usually just laughed silently to himself and goaded others along. It had never turned out too bad, he admitted to himself. It had gained them some followers here and there and wasn't that what he exactly wanted in the end? What they both wanted? It was hard to say sometimes, but he believed that it wasn't all too bad.
A moment he just looked at the other man, before he laughed softly and shrugged his shoulders "Both of us, then." He agreed lightly, closing his eyes and leaning his head back. His eyes opened again though when the other continued and a faint smile -or rather a grimace- crossed his features "Busted." He murmured softly and then sighed underneath his breath and then tilted his head to the side for the moment and found himself staring for just a moment, and just as quickly turning it away again. He hummed softly and then nodded "Obviously, I'm a stick compared to you." A roll of the eyes followed.
Nazo would deny every hint of him being the clingy one, that was for sure.
"Why not?" He replied regardless "Did you have another place in mind?" His tone suggested that there was simply no better place than this, if one ignored the heavy sarcasm coating said tone. He looked back when the other did, eyebrow lifting minutely and his arm settled back when Cashel did. A short breathy laughter and then he nodded his head "Maybe we shouldn't." He agreed once more, she indeed had done a lot, even he couldn't deny that. He paused for a moment, before nodding once more, they need be wary of everyone in the end.
"We are co-conspirators, you and I. Trying to change the world while everyone else protests. I cannot blame them, it is in human nature to fear anything that threatens to alter how they perceive their lives." He said, tone thoughtful of his own insight. Nights and nights of a lonely bed could do that to a man, let him lament in his own thoughts, drown in them because there were simply far too many to tackle alone, eventually consumed by an idea larger than himself. Ah, but such was life, ever fickle. And ever short.
He took Nazo's comment in stride, having no response at being insinuated as 'fat'. It was all teasing, he knew, as if that look hadn't hinted at all. Cashel knew he was anything but overweight. Why would one fear a leader who was portly and was most likely to die of heart attack from clogged arteries? Gone seemed the days where the nameless could stuff their faces while the goons did the work, at least in Cashel's word. No, everyone was incompetent until proven otherwise, and he took it up on himself to step in and nudge them into the correct mindset. Much like how a god would gently prod his subject, pour in ideals and objectives, until the man is convinced that these thoughts were what he wanted.
But perhaps that comparison was a bit too haughty.
"Ahh, not at all." He confessed, shrugging as he stared at the dark ceiling. "However, I am quite curious as to why you chose this cave of all places. Do you deem our current lives a bit too peaceful, or were simply bored?" He sounded more amused than irritated. And why wouldn't he be, when they were considerably right underneath their enemy's nose. The mountains that resided by the Pokemon League were always considered troubling and the last test for any trainer, and yet they had just... Defiled the little space they took up. Course, the chances of being caught right at their spot were slim, considering how labyrinth-like the league made their mountains to be. That would backfire on them soon enough.
Red eyes glowed ominously a distance away, shifting between walls, as a grin followed. Soon, a Gengar made it's appearance, emanating mischief from it's very form, it settled by Cashel's side, floating with that wide smile on it face. "No trainers around?" He asked the Gengar, to which the pokemon replied with a cackle, a twiddle of fingers, and a mischievous nod. He took that as a sign that the Gengar had 'taken care' of it herself. "Good, job well done Gochi, you can expect some free roaming time once we're done here." At this, he turned to look at Nazo. "We are done here, right, Nazo? Not unless you expect another round, with which I would have to reply with 'You'll have to fight me for the position.'"
[atrb=style, opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: -10px;][STYLE= font: 7pt tahoma; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; color: #71637D; text-transform: lowercase; background-color: #111111;]”I cannot deny that.” He spoke after a while, a small grin curling the corners of his mouth upward ”We are a mighty fine team.” He adopted a fake accent for a moment, before falling silent and his features falling back to the usual neutral mask he had made his own. He nodded his head again though ”Indeed.” He agreed ”Even though they know these changes are better for them, in the end.” He would have laughed mockingly and yet silence kept reigning from his side. The other was tickling the thoughts inside his head more and more and he nearly groaned at being forced to think about everything again. He had been glad for the aftermath and had wished to indulge it a little more.
Nazo would have agreed with the other’s mindset, wasn’t he after all one of those subjects that had been nudged in this way of thinking. He was entirely aware of it though and had allowed it to happen. After all, he had known Cashel for a very long time and could care less what his friend –and he used that word loosely- did with him. Although he would appreciate if he could hold on for a little longer to life and that he wouldn’t be discarded. Something that wouldn’t be easy to do in the first place. He was a co-leader for something and hadn’t just gained because of a favor.
He pulled his own weight when he was not manipulating others, after all. He was not shy of working, even now the thoughts swirled in his mind, waiting to be poured out and to get the Knights as the reigning force.
What did he want from this place? His eyes roamed around and he felt his lips pull down slightly and then a sigh escaped his lungs ”Why, I thought it would be a good idea to cause some havoc.” He suggested, his eyes settled down on the still roaming Hydreigon. A silent guard, for the most part, even though the Pokemon really should work on the glare and to who he aimed it. His lips curved upward once more ”Wouldn’t it be bothersome if it should come… down.” An idle suggestion that he hoped the other would pick on, something he didn’t doubt that Cashel would.
A light tilt of the head, something in his eyes and he allowed his head to dip slightly closer. A faint smirk playing around the corners of his mouth ”Are we?” He echoed, almost mockingly. He laughed shortly and then closed the gap to kiss Cashel briefly and then shook his head ”No, we are done here.” He spoke up, leaning back and staring at the ceiling ”I think the next round will be in another cave, don’t you?” He looked back at the other male, his eyebrow elevated ever so lightly in queston.
A time ago, Cashel had given the thought of ending Nazo life, mused it, and decided against it. The man was better off alive, yes? He didn't even put into consideration their relationship, it had felt messy at the time to add it in as a variable, and judged his conclusion on his performance and the need for the Knights. He knew that the man was diligent when it came to their cause, he certainly performed differently than most but his methods worked well nonetheless. There an been no indication Nazo would change in his ways, and with Cashel had quickly put his thoughts about the matter to rest.
And now, he couldn't help but recall those thoughts, nestled against the man in question, thinking to himself that he was foolish to even consider that Nazo couldn't be useful in other ways. A warm body, one he could be sure wouldn't stab him in the back, or tie a noose around his neck. It was the best thing that the other could give him. Assurance in such a wavering world.
Havoc, he says. Came his thoughts, a chuckle and a roll of eyes behind closed eye lids. As if their lives didn't revolve around it already, a modest amount of destruction wherever they went, and perhaps a bit of screaming in the background to go along with it. "Is that so?" He murmured. All come down, hmm? Certainly it would impede the flow of new trainers through the road, and strategically destroy one of the region's best training areas. Not to mention it would fun....
He responded to the kiss, not failing to look mildly annoyed at how quickly the other pulled back. He hadn't been able to reciprocate as much as he wanted to. Not needy at all. He stopped a pout from appearing, not wanting to seem all that affected. You just don't want me to top. Were his childish thoughts, before he pushed himself off of the other man and got up to brush off the dirt from his behind. "Very well, another time in another cave it is." Their lust would have to be put on hold for a while.
"Gochi." He called, and in a matter of moments the Gengar had reformed in front of him, grinning from ear to ear as she usually was. "I want you to rile up the Geodude and Graveller around the area, make sure they end up using self-destruct. Much easier than setting up explosives ourselves." He added as a comment to Nazo.
"And your plan was?~" Came the mischievous challenge. Of course they would have to outdo each other, how else would they know who it was he got to dominate.
OoC; It was in time for christmas <3 I like the reply, time to blow things up.
One could say a lot of things, but Nazo would have expected it if Cashel would have done so. He wouldn't even have protested and bare his throat for the other male to do with as he wished. The grab for power that he desired would never be stronger than his loyalty for the other male. He might have mourned the loss of life, but if it had been for a 'good cause'. Those thoughts where difficult to harbor most of the time and that was why Nazo preferred not to think about it and pretend that things would always be the same, even though the first cracks that told of change would appear in time.
It might have been tempting if he had been lying with any other person, but the worst that he did to the other's back was gently running his fingertips over Cashel's spine and if he had been worse, he might have smiled like a lunatic. He never had been touchy feely but sometimes he could not help himself and did things like this. Of course only when he was sure that he was alone and that the other person wouldn't spread this fact about him around.
He hummed softly, it was indeed so. He found that he smiled faintly, hoping that Cashel would agree with it although if he knew the man a little, the chance of him disagreeing wasn't very high and he hoped on that. The cave was indeed quite the important spot for training, he also wanted to aim higher though, cause destruction to really important places, like destroying entire regions with the snap of his fingers. Or Cashel's fingers as the case might be. He felt a shiver of delight travel over his spine when he continued thinking about it. Although how it would be realized was still a big question mark to him.
Nazo followed, straightening himself as well and brushing briefly over his own body to dislodge the worst of the filth that clung to him "Another time." He agreed, before looking at the other. He felt ready for another round though, might even let Cashel top him and let out a regretful sigh as he was reminded that doing their job was more important "I hope we find one soon." He commented idly, pulling on his pants.
A nod of the head, he saw the wisdom in those words and for a moment he was tempted to let one of his Pokemon help the Gengar, but while the ghost could escape quickly, none of his could and he felt annoyed for a moment but let it rest and then he was asked a question and he raised his eyebrows. He snorted faintly, knowing what Cashel tried to do "What my plan was?" He echoed and the smirk could be called wicked.