pain and pleasure -- [týr]

[elias castaire]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #e4e4e4; border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px; -o-border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px;][style=float: left; height: 100px; width: 100px; background-image: url('http://i.imgur.com/TCfde.png'); border: 10px solid #111111; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px; border-radius: 100%; -moz-border-radius: 100% -o-border-radius: 100%; -webkit-border-radius: 100%] [/style][style=height: 50px; text-align: right; padding-right: 10px; color: #111111; font-family: georgia; font-size: 34px; font-style: italic; padding-top: 20px;]hello, i love you[/style][style=height: 60px; text-align: right; padding-right: 10px; color: #e4e4e4; font-family: georgia; font-size: 18px; font-style: italic; background-color: #111111; padding-top: 10px;]won't you tell me your name?[/style][style=background-color: #111111; padding: 15px; padding-top: 0px;][style=background-color: #0d0d0d; color: #6a6a6a; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; border-top: 5px solid #1b1b1b; border-bottom: 5px solid #1b1b1b;] Here he was, enjoying a peaceful afternoon. There were still a few hours before they had to open their club, and Elias had thought that perhaps he could take this time to catch up on a bit of reading. He had gotten as far as picking up his book, and managed to settle down on his chair, ready for a nice quiet relaxing few hours. Well that had been the plan. As he leafed through the book to find the last page he had read, a sudden slicing pain on his arm cut itself into his left arm, making him drop his book. He gripped onto the pained limb, gritting his teeth as a whimper of pain managed to slip past his lips despite his attempts to hold them back. He glared at his arm, the pain making him twitch. Though the flesh was unscathed, he could still feel specifically where it had hurt, just below his wrists, and just above his elbow, a searing pain that jarred his sense. There was only one explanation of course. "TÝR!" He bellowed from the second floor, pretty damn sure that it would reach all the way to the basement considering how loudly he was shouting. "TÝR!" He yelled again for good measure. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING DOWN THERE?!" [/style][/style][style=margin: 10px; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: 30px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #787878;]tags týr notes awww yeaaahhhh [style=text-align: right; color: #0d0d0d; font-style: oblique;]coded by gincognito[/style][/style]

[Týr Nazario]

[atrb=border,0,btable][atrb=margin,0,btable][atrb=colspan,2][classy=titlelyrics] THIS IS TWENTY PERCENT SKILL, EIGHTY PERCENT FEAR [/classy][classy=borderbottom][/classy]

[atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/K4nmrs.jpg); height: 100px; width: 100px; border: 5px solid #000000; margin-top: -07px; text-align: center;][classy=avatarr]WORDS; 331 TAG; Elias NOTES; Hope you like![/classy][/style] [style=font-size: 09px; text-align: center;]by toky ★ of rhi & ote[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=rppost]It wouldn't be too surprising that he heard a voice calling out to him, angered and he felt a grin stretch the corners of his mouth. A chuckle falling from his lips as he stared at the knife that he had used to carve a line into his own arm. It did seem that every kind of pain was send to his Trainer. Poor little Trainer. He mockingly thought for a moment and then shrugged his shoulders and paid attention to the screamed words "Nothing for you to worry about." He called back. "It was an accident." Not the complete truth, but the other didn't need to find out that he had been testing the edges. He had sometimes scratched itself, but it seemed that Elias didn't suffer from it. He didn't know if he had to be glad about that, maybe he was. At least he had something that made that he felt the pain. Although he felt a dull echo from the cut in his own arm. It was quite long, longer than he had intended. He had slipped, not that he would admit to such a thing either. His lips pursed together tightly and he breathed out. It also might have just been a way to call attention. He did feel rather lonely here right now, also didn't feel like going upstairs. Even though his chest ached, desiring to be close to the other male. A curse that he gladly suffered. Elias was not too bad, if he had to be honest. Although sometimes he had to admit that he would like to tear the other's eyes out. Something that most likely was echoed by the other male. He chuckled lowly, before lifting his head to the side and pressing the knife to his arm again, without wounding himself and wondering if he should attempt to annoy the other man again. A faint nod and then he pressed down, lightly, almost teasingly. A grin splitting his face apart.[/classy]

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[elias castaire]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #e4e4e4; border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px; -o-border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px;][style=float: left; height: 100px; width: 100px; background-image: url('http://i.imgur.com/TCfde.png'); border: 10px solid #111111; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px; border-radius: 100%; -moz-border-radius: 100% -o-border-radius: 100%; -webkit-border-radius: 100%] [/style][style=height: 50px; text-align: right; padding-right: 10px; color: #111111; font-family: georgia; font-size: 34px; font-style: italic; padding-top: 20px;]hello, i love you[/style][style=height: 60px; text-align: right; padding-right: 10px; color: #e4e4e4; font-family: georgia; font-size: 18px; font-style: italic; background-color: #111111; padding-top: 10px;]won't you tell me your name?[/style][style=background-color: #111111; padding: 15px; padding-top: 0px;][style=background-color: #0d0d0d; color: #6a6a6a; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; border-top: 5px solid #1b1b1b; border-bottom: 5px solid #1b1b1b;] Nothing to worry about his ass. There was definitely something to worry about when he was getting hurt for no good reason, and he wouldn't put it past his own gijinka to try and test his 'pain tolerance' or whatever, but it was a different matter altogether when he was getting hurt himself. Course, it had been a while since they had officially 'bonded', he found it close to irritating that Týr had decided to knowingly harm him, and himself probably, for reasons Elias couldn't fathom. Practically throwing away his book, he stomped away, quickly going down the stairs to confront Týr about this little problem they were having. His hand was on the door and as he pulled it open, he couldn't help but glare at the other man. He had caught him in the act, blade so dangerously close to cutting. "Accident my right cheek, you did it on purpose." He hissed, grumpily stomping over to try and take the knife away from. Arceus knows what else he might try to do. He couldn't help but stare at the bloodied mess that was Týr's arm, a tug of worry in his chest. But no, he had to be mad with the other man. He couldn't let him think that he could just get way with cutting himself, and no only because he was getting hurt himself. He wasn't sure if Týr knew, but Elias actually did care for the other man, especially after their lives seemed almost tied now. It was worse than getting maried. "You gonna tell me why you're cutting yourself?" [/style][/style][style=margin: 10px; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: 30px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #787878;]tags týr notes love it <3 [style=text-align: right; color: #0d0d0d; font-style: oblique;]coded by gincognito[/style][/style]

[Týr Nazario]

[atrb=border,0,btable][atrb=margin,0,btable][atrb=colspan,2][classy=titlelyrics] THIS IS TWENTY PERCENT SKILL, EIGHTY PERCENT FEAR [/classy][classy=borderbottom][/classy]

[atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/K4nmrs.jpg); height: 100px; width: 100px; border: 5px solid #000000; margin-top: -07px; text-align: center;][classy=avatarr]WORDS; 338 TAG; Elias. NOTES; Heeh. <3[/classy][/style] [style=font-size: 09px; text-align: center;]by toky ★ of rhi & ote[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=rppost]A light tilt of the head, amber orbs gazing at the ceiling above him, maybe hoping that he could see through it and see his partner. A faint smirk curling the corners of his mouth and then his head snapped at the knife still resting on his arm, digging it in sharply, just enough that a drop of crimson raised itself from his skin. His breath escaped him in a hiss and he stared at it for a second, surprised at himself and at how vibrant the color was. He quickly wiped it away and his attention moved to another direction. Maybe an instinct that made him realize that Elias was approaching and wasn't all too happy with him right now. He kept grinning though, didn't even fade a little when the other barged in the room, demanding an explanation and clearly seeing the tip of the knife resting against his skin; this time a new place, the old had already been penetrated. His eyes automatically searching for the corresponding place on the other's body and maybe heaving a sigh of relief when there was nothing. Only the ache of pain would bother the other, apparently. He looked up, eyes flashing for a moment and then grinned even wider "Seems like it was." He murmured after a while, staring at the cut and surprise seemed to flash through his gaze for a moment yet again and his hand touched the blood running sluggishly out of the wound. Týr discovered the attempt of the other male to take the knife away and he found that he pulled the weapon away from Elias and kept it close. A basic need to keep defending himself, even though he was in no danger here. He was asked another question and his eyes flickered, before his shoulders raised in a shrug "I don't know." He replied, lips curling up again "I felt like it?" He questioned as if Elias would know the reply to his words.[/classy]

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[elias castaire]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #e4e4e4; border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px; -o-border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px;][style=float: left; height: 100px; width: 100px; background-image: url('http://i.imgur.com/TCfde.png'); border: 10px solid #111111; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px; border-radius: 100%; -moz-border-radius: 100% -o-border-radius: 100%; -webkit-border-radius: 100%] [/style][style=height: 50px; text-align: right; padding-right: 10px; color: #111111; font-family: georgia; font-size: 34px; font-style: italic; padding-top: 20px;]hello, i love you[/style][style=height: 60px; text-align: right; padding-right: 10px; color: #e4e4e4; font-family: georgia; font-size: 18px; font-style: italic; background-color: #111111; padding-top: 10px;]won't you tell me your name?[/style][style=background-color: #111111; padding: 15px; padding-top: 0px;][style=background-color: #0d0d0d; color: #6a6a6a; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; border-top: 5px solid #1b1b1b; border-bottom: 5px solid #1b1b1b;] That extra bite of pain wasn't helping his mood. He suppose he should be grateful that their bond didn't mean that he would carry any of marks himself. No, it was Týr who carry all the wounds, scars and bruises, but it was he who felt the pain. It was almost strange like this, if it were not for the fact that many others also had the same experience. He still wasn't quite use to getting hurt without the actual contact, and it didn't help that Týr seemed as though he didn't mind getting hurt at all. His hand was in a claw, paused as the other had pulled back. There was clear irritation on his face now, at the way that Týr had pulled back, and at the way he didn't want to give up the knife. Answers were clearly not meant to give him clues, vague and fleeting as they were. At times like these, it always felt like he wanted to strangle Týr himself. Course he had to stop himself from doing that. For one, he might feel the pain too, which was just counter-productive to what he wanted, and two... Maybe he kinda sorta possibly liked Týr too much to actually try and kill him. Possibly maybe. "You're frustrating." He decided to say, and he probably would've sounded much more aggravated if he hadn't sighed like that. Like he was dealing with a puppy who had managed to tear up his morning paper. How could he be mad at a puppy? He had to remind himself that Týr wasn't some overgrown canine, instead he was an actual human being-ish, and he had to know that there would be consequences to his actions. He settled himself in front of the man, sitting on the floor as he stared up at him. "...Did you want to hurt yourself or hurt me?" Came the question, uttered monotonously for his own benefit. If he hadn't steeled himself for it, it probably would've come out a bit fragile, soft, almost afraid of the answer. Because he was. But like hell was he going to admit something like that. [/style][/style][style=margin: 10px; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: 30px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #787878;]tags týr notes oh you little chick [style=text-align: right; color: #0d0d0d; font-style: oblique;]coded by gincognito[/style][/style]

[Týr Nazario]

[atrb=border,0,btable][atrb=margin,0,btable][atrb=colspan,2][classy=titlelyrics] THIS IS TWENTY PERCENT SKILL, EIGHTY PERCENT FEAR [/classy][classy=borderbottom][/classy]

[atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/K4nmrs.jpg); height: 100px; width: 100px; border: 5px solid #000000; margin-top: -07px; text-align: center;][classy=avatarr]WORDS; 338 TAG; Elias NOTES; Very foolish chick.[/classy][/style] [style=font-size: 09px; text-align: center;]by toky ★ of rhi & ote[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=rppost]He felt some of the frustration thrum through their bond and swallowed. He hadn't meant to make his Trainer that angry. His lips thinned and then they peeled back and uncovered his teeth in a silent snarl. His eyes moved back to the other male though, features relaxing and leaving the uncaring mask behind. He wasn't used to showing anything but feigned annoyance and neutrality. The snarl had been the most emotion he usually allowed himself when with Elias. With the occasional smile thrown in between when he felt like it. A short laugh when the other proclaimed him as annoying and his shoulders went up in a shrug. He nonetheless placed the knife away, knowing that it would frustrate him otherwise and he hadn't been really planning to do that. He leaned back, still staying close to the weapon and shrugged again "I would apologize." He murmured "But that would not make it true." He hummed, letting his head tilt in that way that made messy red hair fall over his eyes, hiding the emotion that could be found there. His lips peeling back at the sigh, while he was half Pokemon, he usually didn't appreciate when the other seemed to think of him as a stupid animal. Týr was aware that Elias didn't mean it like that, but that didn't stop him from raising his hackles every time when he gained the feeling that it was exactly what the other was thinking about him. Soon he hummed, pondering over the question and eyes falling nearly closed and then once more another shrug was given "Myself." He replied, looking at the long wound on his arm once more and pondering if he would feel it if he pressed a finger into it. He then frowned and decided against it. It was apparent that his Trainer suffered from his foolishness and beyond anything, he didn't want that to happen. He tried to keep him from hurting when he could help it.[/classy]

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[elias castaire]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #e4e4e4; border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px; -o-border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px;][style=float: left; height: 100px; width: 100px; background-image: url('http://i.imgur.com/TCfde.png'); border: 10px solid #111111; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px; border-radius: 100%; -moz-border-radius: 100% -o-border-radius: 100%; -webkit-border-radius: 100%] [/style][style=height: 50px; text-align: right; padding-right: 10px; color: #111111; font-family: georgia; font-size: 34px; font-style: italic; padding-top: 20px;]hello, i love you[/style][style=height: 60px; text-align: right; padding-right: 10px; color: #e4e4e4; font-family: georgia; font-size: 18px; font-style: italic; background-color: #111111; padding-top: 10px;]won't you tell me your name?[/style][style=background-color: #111111; padding: 15px; padding-top: 0px;][style=background-color: #0d0d0d; color: #6a6a6a; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; border-top: 5px solid #1b1b1b; border-bottom: 5px solid #1b1b1b;] His own mouth twitch at the sight of that snarl. He couldn't see why it was Týr was feeling 'attacked' when it was he who had caused him pain. He didn't think he could ever truly understand this gijinka, given a whole life time. So why was it that he felt like he ought to try anyway? He felt a bit more relaxed now that the knife was out of Týr's hands, away from hurting himself. The answer caused Elias some relief, as well as worry. "But-" He had to stop himself from asking another 'why', remembering where it had gotten him a few moment ago. Absolutely nowhere. In all honesty, he didn't know how he should act. If it were any other person, he would've pestered continuously until he got a definite answer, and even then never bothering to let up. But this wasn't just anybody, it was Týr. His Týr. Which all the more made it harder. "I'll get something to fix that up." He murmured, looking at the bloodied wound again, starting to get up. "You'll get the carpet all bloody." For a moment, his mind had decided to leave the room and go search for bandages, already recalling that there was a medical kit behind the bar. But his body decided to do differently, instead closing in on Týr, reaching out to touch the wound in quiet question. Why do you do this to yourself? The question he couldn't just ask.[/style][/style][style=margin: 10px; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: 30px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #787878;]tags týr notes creep creep creep [style=text-align: right; color: #0d0d0d; font-style: oblique;]coded by gincognito[/style][/style]

[Týr Nazario]

[atrb=border,0,btable][atrb=margin,0,btable][atrb=colspan,2][classy=titlelyrics] THIS IS TWENTY PERCENT SKILL, EIGHTY PERCENT FEAR [/classy][classy=borderbottom][/classy]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=rppost] He breathed in deeply and made an effort to appear at least a little calm. Although the desire to snarl and growl was still there somewhere. He wanted to have one of those ironic golden stars now though, for the friggin' restraint he was showing on his part. Usually he would have done it without a second thought and done it longer until the other was gone. His thoughts send his lips twitching for a moment and then it fades when his eyes fall on Elias again. It helped that the other had relaxed now, most likely because he didn't have a knife in his hands anymore. He could see why that would help anyone calm their nerves. His head moved then, oddly birdlike when the other wanted to continue and he knew that Elias wanted to continue about the subject, wished to know a straight answer. He had lived with the other man long enough to know such a thing and he breathed out. He didn't know if he had to be annoyed with the other's restraint or extremely grateful. He was currently going with the latter. He didn't know why he was doing it, it was a silent urge that made him do things like that. To test their bond with each other and see how far he could drive it. It had stayed with small things like this most of the time either way, so he didn't see how anyone could complain. A faint shake of the head, he wanted to say that it wasn't needed. It would heal this way either way, yet he pursed his lips together again and didn't say anything. If the other wanted to fuzz, then he would allow it, it was oddly endearing either way. He liked that the other male cared about him. Even though he -admittedly- often did foolish things. He snorted though "You should hurry." He commented, almost in good humor and shrugged his shoulders "I think I already spotted one or two spots.." He taunted and then grinned, grabbing a cloth and mapping up most of the crimson and turning his back toward Elias. It didn't come as a big surprise when his arm was touched and yet he turned his head, eyes wide as if he was surprised. He was a mess of contradictions. He then looked at the wound himself, raising his arm to view it better "I am foolish, aren't I?" He questioned softly. [/classy]

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[elias castaire]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #e4e4e4; border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px; -o-border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px;][style=float: left; height: 100px; width: 100px; background-image: url('http://i.imgur.com/TCfde.png'); border: 10px solid #111111; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px; border-radius: 100%; -moz-border-radius: 100% -o-border-radius: 100%; -webkit-border-radius: 100%] [/style][style=height: 50px; text-align: right; padding-right: 10px; color: #111111; font-family: georgia; font-size: 34px; font-style: italic; padding-top: 20px;]hello, i love you[/style][style=height: 60px; text-align: right; padding-right: 10px; color: #e4e4e4; font-family: georgia; font-size: 18px; font-style: italic; background-color: #111111; padding-top: 10px;]won't you tell me your name?[/style][style=background-color: #111111; padding: 15px; padding-top: 0px;][style=background-color: #0d0d0d; color: #6a6a6a; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; border-top: 5px solid #1b1b1b; border-bottom: 5px solid #1b1b1b;] He traced the outline of the wound, so close to the gapping flesh, but never touching the blood. The skin beneath his wasn't smooth or fragile, but instead rough and sturdy, hints of the muscle that lay just underneath, ready to punch him in the face. It reminded him that he was dealing with a man, not some child or, arceus-forbid, a frail woman. No, this was Týr, a more than capable gijinka, who seemed to have an odd relationship with a knife. Even with the words hurry, it felt like his body simply did not want to move. Whether exhaustion or plain laziness, both seemed like good reasons, he didn't know. "Foolish? Noooo." Sarcasm evident, he gave the other man a smile, looking up for a moment to meet those golden eyes. A sudden urge came, and he acted on it. He let his hand move away from the other's wound, instead, it made it's way to the top of Týr's head as he got up himself, and planted a light kiss on the man's forehead and gave his hair a ruffle. "Don't hurt yourself, I'll know." He said in mock warning, tapping the spot on his arm, identical to where Týr's own wound was, before turning around to look for the bandages. He suppose it was for the better, considering he could already feel his face heat up from his action. N-No, Elias wasn't blushing, getting up just gave him a headache is all. The pink on his definitely wasn't something as stupid a blush. Elias rifled through the things in the bar, pushed most of the alcohol away before pulling out a dusty medical kit. Figured they'd never really used it on a customer, considering must of them go injured outside of the club. He opened it for a quick, and deeming it satisfactory, brought it back downstairs. Setting the box on a nearby table, he started pulling out some cotton balls, disinfectant and gauze from the box. "Come on, let's get you fixed up." He said, a hand on his hip as another hand motioned for Týr to come closer. [/style][/style][style=margin: 10px; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: 30px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #787878;]tags týr notes >w< [style=text-align: right; color: #0d0d0d; font-style: oblique;]coded by gincognito[/style][/style]

[Týr Nazario]

[atrb=border,0,btable][atrb=margin,0,btable][atrb=colspan,2][classy=titlelyrics] THIS IS TWENTY PERCENT SKILL, EIGHTY PERCENT FEAR [/classy][classy=borderbottom][/classy]

[atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/K4nmrs.jpg); height: 100px; width: 100px; border: 5px solid #000000; margin-top: -07px; text-align: center;][classy=avatarr]WORDS; 383 TAG; Elias NOTES; Bluuuussshhhh.[/classy][/style] [style=font-size: 09px; text-align: center;]by toky ★ of rhi & ote[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=rppost]He nearly felt like shuddering when the other male's hand traced over his arm, not touching the wound and yet causing a light sting. An itchy feeling of warning perhaps, that someone was too close to such a delicate place which was already bleeding. He didn't know if he welcomed it, maybe if he wasn't bleeding he would have done something, like grab that hand and smile even. Now he slowly brought his hand back, breaking the contact and gazing away from the other male. He was slightly ashamed of himself, he had allowed Elias to be hurt, his partner, while he had promised himself that he wouldn't ever allow something to happen to him. A short bark of laughter escaped him and he grinned as the other spoke, loads of sarcasm coating that voice and yes, this was good, for the moment. His eyes connected for a moment and he held his breath and then the other's hand extended and for a moment he was tempted to bite it. It approached him safely through and landed on his hair and that turned to a kiss on his forehead and a ruffle of his hair. He scowled and pushed Elias away, softer than he usually would have done to anyone else "Stop it." He wasn't blushing either, his chin lifting and amber orbs finding great interest in the ceiling above him. "No kidding." He grouched when he was told that the other man would know when he hurt himself. He had no other option but to feel what he did to his own body when it involved pain. It actually gave him rather interesting ideas that he wanted to try at some point. His eyes nearly falling closed as he kept listening to the sounds from upstairs. A faint smile tugging on the corners of his mouth. Týr looked when Elias came back downstairs and focused on the dusty kit and snorted lightly "Seems like it's useful for something after all." He stated dryly. He watched Elias move and then a movement for him to come closer. He nearly scowled again and then approached the other male swiftly. He even held out his arm, he was a polite thing, wasn't he? He only hoped that his Partner wouldn't get too used to it. [/classy]

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[elias castaire]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #e4e4e4; border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px; -o-border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px;][style=float: left; height: 100px; width: 100px; background-image: url('http://i.imgur.com/TCfde.png'); border: 10px solid #111111; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px; border-radius: 100%; -moz-border-radius: 100% -o-border-radius: 100%; -webkit-border-radius: 100%] [/style][style=height: 50px; text-align: right; padding-right: 10px; color: #111111; font-family: georgia; font-size: 34px; font-style: italic; padding-top: 20px;]hello, i love you[/style][style=height: 60px; text-align: right; padding-right: 10px; color: #e4e4e4; font-family: georgia; font-size: 18px; font-style: italic; background-color: #111111; padding-top: 10px;]won't you tell me your name?[/style][style=background-color: #111111; padding: 15px; padding-top: 0px;][style=background-color: #0d0d0d; color: #6a6a6a; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; border-top: 5px solid #1b1b1b; border-bottom: 5px solid #1b1b1b;] There was something utterly adorable at the way Týr had pushed him away, almost shy, almost unwilling. Forgetting the fact that he had pushed away, and if he hadn't needed to get the bandages, he he might have tried to coddle the man, or at least would have had to restrain himself from doing so. Some form of 'mine mine mine' entered his brain, and he couldn't help but think that that was right. "Course, I didn't think it would be for something like this." He said in return, appreciating the humor nonetheless. At least it showed he wasn't terribly hurt from the gash, not if he could still make jokes and laugh about it. He poured a little of the disinfectant into the cotton ball. Taking the arm in his hand, he twisted it around to see if there were any other cuts besides the two. Finding none, he peppered the cotton full of disinfectant onto the wound. "This might sting." He said a bit late, grinning as he said the warning a bit late. Course, there was a bit of stinging on his side too, like a needle was lightly being pressed on his skin whenever he dabbed the wound with the cotton ball. It was irritating to know that small things like this would get through the link as well. "Now, if you want to cut something, maybe you'll do it to the stray cats instead. We don't need any of those in the world anymore." He said, not exactly hiding the irritation in his voice as he finished cleaning the wound. He took the gauze next, wrapping the open skin in the white soft film. Giving the now-treated cut a pat, he grinned over at Týr, looking a bit more relieved than he had been. "Okay, so that's $100 for doctor Elias. Pay up~" [/style][/style][style=margin: 10px; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: 30px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #787878;]tags týr notes Neither of them will ever admit it >w< [style=text-align: right; color: #0d0d0d; font-style: oblique;]coded by gincognito[/style][/style]

[Týr Nazario]

[atrb=border,0,btable][atrb=margin,0,btable][atrb=colspan,2][classy=titlelyrics] THIS IS TWENTY PERCENT SKILL, EIGHTY PERCENT FEAR [/classy][classy=borderbottom][/classy]

[atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/K4nmrs.jpg); height: 100px; width: 100px; border: 5px solid #000000; margin-top: -07px; text-align: center;][classy=avatarr]WORDS; 420 TAG; Elias NOTES; Knock 'em heads together. x3[/classy][/style] [style=font-size: 09px; text-align: center;]by toky ★ of rhi & ote[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=rppost]He puffed and scowled, although there was no meaning behind that. He just tried to show that he wasn't as clingy as the other appeared to be and didn't appreciate clinginess, no, not at all. Then why did the blasted blush take so long to disappear? Those moments it was often to wonder who he tried to kid. Nonetheless when the man pushed closer again, he didn't protest anymore and let Elias do whatever he wished to his arm, at least the other wasn't coddling him. The thought nearly made the blush on his features worsen and lips thin. Although he couldn't deny there was an itch somewhere in the back of his head that demanded that he took care of himself and didn't let anyone close to him. A light snort and his lips pulled back into a thin smile, showing the faintest sliver of teeth "Of course, it was meant for foolish people." He murmured and leaned against the counter. Not saying who he considered to be foolish, though most likely both would know that he meant the customers who thought it wise to pick a fight in the bar. His arm was twisted around and he found that a low growl nearly ripped through his throat again, the urge only worsening when the disinfectant was applied to his arm. His features getting a pinched look again, suppressing the childish reaction of jerking his hand back and yelling "Thanks for the warning." He said instead, rolling his eyes and satisfying himself that the other most likely felt it as well. "Why would I want to hurt stray cats?" He questioned, before features twitched again "Not counting the fact that they think I make a good snack.." He supposed that half the genes of a bird wasn't a good thing to have sometimes. He didn't know how many times a cat attempted to pounce on him and had placed their tiny, but sharp, claws into his legs. He usually had tugged them loose from himself and placed the mighty climbers back to the ground with a small twitch. He looked back when there was something pressed over it and he just watched it happen. His weight placed even more against the counter, eyes slowly raising toward Elias' face. The other returned the look after a while and he raised his eyebrow silently. "Right." He moved lazily, as if wanting to punch the other male in the shoulder. [/classy]

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[elias castaire]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #e4e4e4; border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px; -o-border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px;][style=float: left; height: 100px; width: 100px; background-image: url('http://i.imgur.com/TCfde.png'); border: 10px solid #111111; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px; border-radius: 100%; -moz-border-radius: 100% -o-border-radius: 100%; -webkit-border-radius: 100%] [/style][style=height: 50px; text-align: right; padding-right: 10px; color: #111111; font-family: georgia; font-size: 34px; font-style: italic; padding-top: 20px;]hello, i love you[/style][style=height: 60px; text-align: right; padding-right: 10px; color: #e4e4e4; font-family: georgia; font-size: 18px; font-style: italic; background-color: #111111; padding-top: 10px;]won't you tell me your name?[/style][style=background-color: #111111; padding: 15px; padding-top: 0px;][style=background-color: #0d0d0d; color: #6a6a6a; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; border-top: 5px solid #1b1b1b; border-bottom: 5px solid #1b1b1b;] It definitely felt better not seeing the wound anymore, no evidence to show that Týr had tried to hurt himself for one reason or another. He still couldn't figure that one out. "So that you don't have to hurt yourself instead." He said with a sigh, picking up the spare bandages and tossing them back into the box. Maybe someday they'd actually use it on a customer, but in the mean time, it would have to go back under the bar. "You can hurt little pussy cats if you want, but please, your body is off limits. Try and restrain yourself. For the both of us." He would rather not have a situation where he was growing weaker by the second while Týr bled out on the floor or something like that. Elias grinned mischievously, pushing past the counter to lean closer to Týr, eyes focused on the other man's face. Course, he didn't really expect any sort of 'money' from him, that was all part of some witty humor he was trying to go far. But, he did want something in return. "My services aren't free you know~ Don't have the cash right now? Well that's fine~" He continued coolly, drawing ever closer. "There are other ways to repay me." Smile ever present, he placed his hands comfortably by the other man's waist, looking a bit coy as he pulled him lightly towards him. "Perhaps we could scrape off ten with a kiss?~" [/style][/style][style=margin: 10px; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: 30px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #787878;]tags týr notes PAY UP TÝR [style=text-align: right; color: #0d0d0d; font-style: oblique;]coded by gincognito[/style][/style]

[Týr Nazario]

[atrb=border,0,btable][atrb=margin,0,btable][atrb=colspan,2][classy=titlelyrics] THIS IS TWENTY PERCENT SKILL, EIGHTY PERCENT FEAR [/classy][classy=borderbottom][/classy]

[atrb=vAlign,top][style=background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/K4nmrs.jpg); height: 100px; width: 100px; border: 5px solid #000000; margin-top: -07px; text-align: center;][classy=avatarr]WORDS; 352 TAG; Elias NOTES; Hahaha. Also, furnace body. <3 xD;;;[/classy][/style] [style=font-size: 09px; text-align: center;]by toky ★ of rhi & ote[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][classy=rppost]He wouldn't be the only one, he found that his own fingers traced over the now covered wound. His fingers threatening to dig into the gauze. He forced himself to relax though and keep tracing it. He didn't feel like getting yelled at anymore. It wouldn't stop him however from trying to keep doing this. He would've felt bad, maybe, at least felt bad for the hurt he caused the other. Not the hurt he caused himself. A light shake of the head to dispel those thoughts, he didn't know anymore. A faint sound of something that could've been annoyance mixed with humor "I'll try." He murmured and then straightened from his position. Although still allowing most of his weight to be placed on the cabinets behind him. His eyebrows raised "Hurt 'em?" He was thinking about females and a grin spread out "Sure, I wouldn't mind hurting those." Especially if they dared to look toward who he considered his. Sometimes he was extremely glad that no one could see his thoughts. Týr nearly leaned back when Elias leaned closer, other eyebrow joining the first in a silent question. The mischievous grin send warning bells through his mind and he narrowed his gaze lightly. He then leaned closer himself "I wouldn't have expected anything differently." He huffed in amusement and lifted his head to the side, ever so lightly "And what would those be?" He murmured, eyelids dropping and giving him a lazier look as the other pushed himself even closer to him. He was nearly surprised that Elias still managed to feel warm to his furnace-like body. A faint sigh at the other's suggestion and then he shrugged his shoulders. Adjusting his weight slightly to get more comfortable and his own hands raising to clasp the other's and then kissing Elias. He had intended for an 'innocent' brush, but the jolt traveling over his spine made that he daringly swept his tongue over the seal, trying to find entrance. He soon pulled back, licking his own lips to get the taste of the other male "That's at least fifty." He growled. [/classy]

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[elias castaire]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #e4e4e4; border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px; -o-border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px;][style=float: left; height: 100px; width: 100px; background-image: url('http://i.imgur.com/TCfde.png'); border: 10px solid #111111; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px; border-radius: 100%; -moz-border-radius: 100% -o-border-radius: 100%; -webkit-border-radius: 100%] [/style][style=height: 50px; text-align: right; padding-right: 10px; color: #111111; font-family: georgia; font-size: 34px; font-style: italic; padding-top: 20px;]hello, i love you[/style][style=height: 60px; text-align: right; padding-right: 10px; color: #e4e4e4; font-family: georgia; font-size: 18px; font-style: italic; background-color: #111111; padding-top: 10px;]won't you tell me your name?[/style][style=background-color: #111111; padding: 15px; padding-top: 0px;][style=background-color: #0d0d0d; color: #6a6a6a; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; border-top: 5px solid #1b1b1b; border-bottom: 5px solid #1b1b1b;] The closeness of their bodies enthralled him, sending a shiver of need through his body as the warm that emanated from Týr was soothing, yet it carried that thrill of danger that the other man always carried about him. Maybe it was the red hair, or those devilish yellow eyes, or perhaps the way that he almost felt like prey to the man, especially when he was being eyed on like that. Scary and exciting, a potent combination, if the pain he had felt on the other man's whim was anything to go by. He had to stop a full-blown grin when the other played along with him, the feeling of strong hot arms on his made him tighten his grip, and he found himself allowing the man entrance, eyes fluttering as he surrendered to the heat that engulfed him from inside out. Heh, he always did like Týr as a fire-type. He couldn't help but whine when it ended all too soon, mischievously licking what he could before Týr could pull back anymore, a pant as he watched Týr lick his own lips. "How about I meet you in the middle and say thirty?~" There was new found need in his eyes, the kiss had sparked that much. "So now you still have to make up seventy to me. Got any ideas, Týr? Or do I have to give all the suggestions?~" He suppose he was being suggestive himself, pressing his body closer, arms going around the other's waist, hooking his thumbs on the man's jeans, just above his ass. [/style][/style][style=margin: 10px; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: 30px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #787878;]tags týr notes dat hot bod [style=text-align: right; color: #0d0d0d; font-style: oblique;]coded by gincognito[/style][/style]