goddamngrenades | RP Open Post

Quiet is nice and beats bad not-jokes. Especially since it's so loud in his head. Carolina is nearby. He can see her. It's distracting, but he doesn't say anything about it. Digs into his dessert because damn right he got something sugary and sweet to go with everything else.

"I have had someone as big as Maine though. That- that was somth'n." He reaches back to comb his fingers through David's wet hair, smiling. "Felt it for weeks."

And that, that is the start of control. "Not cold fire yet, but that might change, in time." It really will depend on the extent of his control, the extent of his power. It baffles Carolina that he could start exhibiting such magic now, at this age, with so little learning for control of it--

--unless it was sealed. It was in his blood, he had mentioned the matriarchs of his line. That, that made more sense than merely being a late bloomer. He smiles at her, that fear of fire at least temporarily abated, and there's potential here that she can't help but find interesting. His ambitions and hers could drive him far, if he allowed her that.

But first, patience. And learning. "Don't worry. You won't begin randomly starting fires. But that is a good beginning."

Safe in the shower, scrubbing down he probably should be, well, done singing- but he's still feeling the pulse in his veins so, hope everyone in the cabin likes Katy Perry. Cuz he's belt'n. Up till they move.

"cuz BABY YOU'RE A FIIIIIIIIIIIRE WOO- ohfuckshitcockandBALLS!" There's a thud, another low stream of swearing, and then helpless laughter. It's fine, it's good, it's fine.

"Yeah?" Wash asks, grinning. His mouth found York's pulse point and he started to suck a mark against it. "I bet you did. Worth it?"

Food. Food is good. Tea is better- since when does he drink tea? But it's. Comforting and familiar and he ends the whole thing with an apple. One bite, sit, chew, sip, two bites, sit chew, sip. Sighing. "You can still see her."

It's not a question.

"Cold fire sounds like an oxymoron." Like jumbo shrimp and- well now he's hungry, but excited, and calmly satisfied that the book is burning so easily. He doesn't have any real classes today, he's got time and...

He kind of wants to test something.

The fire in the bin is still going strong- paper takes awhile to burn, and he checks her hands over before wiggling his fingers again. "So I could, in theory just- stick my hand in there and scoop some up like water like you did? Which was awesome by the way. You're awesome."

Summoning it to his hand is probably advanced level stuff and he is NOT that ambitious yet.

Oooh, that's nice. He gives his hips a little roll back against Wash and, third time's the charm maybe? "Mhmmm. Spent a solid hour work'n me open. If you thought I was a mess tonight-"

"..."

"..."

There might be some quiet snickering that follows the swearing and the laughter, even as Delta rises to his feet to get the first aid kit and Carolina breaks out her phone. It's time to make some calls regarding their mysterious intruder. The details will be passed on to Delta and the record company proper, but this is something she wants to handle for herself while time allows.

That, and its a long enough drive that she looks over at Delta with a furrowed brow, confusion clearing only when he quietly confirmed changing hotel bookings while the stage was being set up. Just in case.

Wash gives a soft groan and scrapes his teeth warningly against York's neck. "You want me to be conscious tomorrow or what?"

He doesn't try to move away though. "Wow... I can't even feel inadequate. That is just impressive."

His eyes are tracking her. She's not staying still this time, like a ghost of her wandering between tables, checking out their compatriots. "You deal with this all the time?"

[It's still there. You're good, for another minute and thirty. She's already moved into the other hallway, a careful stalk. The phased colour of her armor's disguise blending her in with the dark. But whatever sounds he thought he heard turn up empty corridors.

And then she's moving back. Swiftly. Quietly. Was he diverting her? Does he want to steal the data?! She can't rule this out now, and the part of her that is unnecessarily ruthless is prepared to make him tell her *everything*... ]

We're clear. [A little snappy] Time?

"It was amazing. I was incoherent for awhile after- I kinda like this more. Means I can do it more often." As often as he wants instead of once in a lifetime.

He's back to singing and humming under his breath as soon as he rights himself, stepping out pink and scrubbed clean and in drawstring slacks and a Henley- the van gets cold sometimes man. He flops over on the nearest sofa, still buzzing with post show glee, checking in that D's alright. Anyone that knows him knows D's his right hand man, and once he's sure Delta's okay? He turns his eyes on Carolina.

"You alright? I mean- you kicked his ass hard but= you okay?"

"Well, we get through this, we can do it as often as you want," Wash says, flicking his tongue out against the sore spot he's sucked. "Beach house. Get food ordered in. We don't even have to go outside."

Really? Must've been mistaken- but I could have sworn... [ He flicks through his own trackers in the halls just outside his position and- sure he'd HEARD chatter but there's nothing there.

That is odd. That is not right. Someone's using the PA system to fuck with him? But no one knows they're here.

They need to wrap this up. Now. ]

Sixty seconds. Cameras are still on loop, no alarms triggered, no one knows we're here. [ Worried, now, he shifts over to an adjacent port, fiddling through encryptions and frequencies till he can tap into the standard communications broadcast used on the base. ] ...Bitching about coffee grounds. They were complaining about LUNCH.

"Mhmm. It's worse when she tries to touch me." It's the worst when she can touch him. When he feels it.

"God, that'll be the best reward ever." Something they've both earned, something to look forward to even as he grinds his hips back.

"Yeah, it really will be." He makes a pleased noise, feeling the first stirrings of renewed arousal when York grinds back against him.

"Up for another round?" Last one. Just- something quick, something where David sets the pace- he's still loose and easy from last time.

"This is only the second time. I saw her--you know when." He loses track of her, somewhere. Maybe she's...gone, for the moment. Maybe she doesn't like being talked about. "Needs getting used to. Like everything else."

"Oh god yes," Wash replies. Anything to drag tonight out for as long as he could. "Can't get enough of this."

"She might start following you and let me sleep." god that'd be amazing. NOt that he minds her or resents her it's just- it hurts. Having her there when he sleeps. Waking up with her gone.

Easy as anything he turns to face the wall, bracing his forearms against the tile. "What're you waiting for, mm?"

He can't tell if it's a joke. "That's an unsettling thought that I'll not bother overthinking for now. Maybe when it's discussed with the doctor, it'll resolve itself."

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