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"This is Ivar."

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Date: 2019-12-20 04:30 pm (UTC)
smokedout: Out in the street making a mess ♪ (2 ♪ Oh yeah I'm a hooligan)
From: [personal profile] smokedout
[It's not uncommon for Dodger to teleport into Ivar's room, but it seems like he's been doing it less and less. Getting caught up in his own life, having things on his mind that pull him away from his boyfriend constantly. Hell, by now Dodger can barely remember the last time they tried to kill each other. Which is exactly why it feels like he should be making up for lost time.

As usual he doesn't announce himself, just crawling into Ivar's bed and pressing himself against the viking's back, one hand slipping under his shirt and the other deftly opening a butterfly knife to press against Ivar's throat.
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Wake up, hot stuff.

Date: 2019-12-21 12:07 pm (UTC)
smokedout: Out in the street making a mess ♪ (2 ♪ Oh yeah I'm a hooligan)
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[He lets out a contented sigh at the fingers on his scars, and then a quiet hiss at the hand gripping his throat. This close together, basically spooning, Ivar will be able to feel Dodger's dick hardening just a bit at the pressure and the promise of violence.]

Figured you'd appreciate it. [He presses the knife in enough to run lightly over Ivar's skin, not enough to cut but enough to flirt with the idea.] Christmas is coming up, I got you some presents.

[A pause.]

You know what that is, yeah?

Date: 2019-12-22 10:47 am (UTC)
smokedout: But not me, oh no ♪ (12 ♪ Everybody out there on the job)
From: [personal profile] smokedout
I'm sure we'll get plenty of those in Hell.

[He grins, returning the nips and capturing Ivar's lips in a bruising kiss. Finally he lowers the knife, shifting Ivar onto his back so Dodger can straddle his lap - carefully holding himself just above Ivar's legs, so as not to crush him. That knife is going under Ivar's shirt, trailing along his muscles before Dodger cuts that shirt down the middle and exposes his chest.]

Anyway, drinks, drugs and sex were pretty much my plan for today. [He leans down to kiss Ivar again, and now the knife presses in to cut a long and shallow line down Ivar's chest.] Figured we should celebrate like real hedonists.

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Date: 2020-02-10 12:39 pm (UTC)
smokedout: Go on the date just to get the dress off ♪ (4 ♪ Oh yeah I'm a sexy mess)
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hey
you've still got that husky form right?
i need help with my dog.


[Dodger hasn't spoken to him since Christmas. Or mentioned his dog, ever. And this is really how he greets him after being MIA for two weeks.]

Date: 2020-02-10 11:25 pm (UTC)
smokedout: I bite the lips, the lips that kiss ♪ (24 ♪ I'm a little kid with a big death w)
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getting tortured
can you turn into a husky still or what?


[He really doesn't know what he expected but... maybe if he keeps pretending this is a normal conversation Ivar will calm down.]

Date: 2020-02-11 12:01 am (UTC)
smokedout: I'm dumb enough to storm the shore ♪ (22 ♪ She's cooking up a civil war)
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why are you so pissy?

[Just punching straight through that hornet's nest, huh.]

i'm in my suite. suite 9. don't make me regret telling you that.

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Date: 2020-05-08 08:55 am (UTC)
smokedout: They come to find, all is sane ♪ (9 ♪ They look a little look at my brain)
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Lately, Dodger has been paying less and less attention to Ivar. Sometimes he thinks of it as a punishment for Ivar's possessive nature. Sometimes he just doesn't want to hear about how stupid he's being. No - he usually doesn't want to hear about how stupid he's being. Ivar knows him too well for his comfort.

But that's exactly why he seeks him out now. He's managed to clean all the blood off days ago but he's sure there's still traces of the scent on him, like somehow Ivar might sense from his aura that he's been out killing. He teleports into Ivar's suite and only bothers to kick off his shoes before crawling onto the bed, to lay beside him and just.. watch him. Whether he's awake or not, Dodger doesn't really want to be the first one to speak.

Date: 2020-05-08 09:34 am (UTC)
smokedout: Hollow, hollow, hollow, hollow ♪ (36 ♪ Cause I'm hollow)
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Dodger relaxes a bit at the touch, leaning into Ivar's hand and the kiss. Slowly he reaches out, running his hand along Ivar's side as he presses another kiss to the viking's lips.

"Just needed to see you." He chews his cheek a bit, not entirely sure how to voice his thoughts. At least he isn't having a complete breakdown this time. "I'm... I don't know. Lost."

There's another pensive pause, and his brow furrows a bit. He's asked a few people this, but he can't help seeking Ivar's opinion too.

"Do you think I'm a monster?"

Date: 2020-05-08 10:34 am (UTC)
smokedout: Go on the date just to get the dress off ♪ (4 ♪ Oh yeah I'm a sexy mess)
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His brow twitches a bit when Ivar insults him, but he isn't going to fight it. It's all true and even if he hadn't already believed it, he's been hearing it from everyone.

"I just want people to hurt me, huh?"

He shifts again until their bodies are pressed together, so he can run his hand under Ivar's shirt and trace random patterns with his unnaturally warm fingers. It's been months, and it still feels odd to be so close when he can remember traces of an old, old rivalry.

"I want to be better. I don't want to hurt people. But it's..." He stumbles over his words, "...It's easy. It's good in the moment. Fuck, I feel high when I've got blood in my mouth." A pause. "I sold one of my friends out so I could get forgiveness from someone else. It was so fucking easy, I didn't even think about it until..."

Until he saw Hector's face. Not the reaction to the kill, but the resolve when he left.

Dodger can't think of anything else to say so he just sinks into the mattress, his brow knitted with turmoil.

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Date: 2020-05-21 06:20 am (UTC)
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Francis hates talking about feelings and emotions. Specifically his feelings about Dodger, but he likes Ivar, so he manages to shove down the urge to just ignore it. It feels a little bit like Jason all over again, but Ivar at least seemed like someone he could have a conversation with.

It doesn't take much to track down what suite he's in. Francis is good at that sort of thing, and it's not like they do much to hide the room assignments. So he stops by; figures he might as well before he talks himself out of it.

Most people would probably have a plan, or an idea of what they wanted. Some idea of what they were trying to say, at least. But that would involve too much thinking about feelings, and so he's just... playing it by ear. He just would kind of like it if Ivar didn't hate him, he guesses.

He knocks on the door, but doesn't wait for an answer, slipping into the main area as he looks around casually. "Hey, Ivar?"

His collar's different this time, bright blood red with a bow and a bell, and he has a tattoo now. Black tentacles at the sides of his neck to cover up the marks Squalo left on him. Of course, when he sees Ivar, if he happens to be topless, Francis is just gonna.. enjoy the view.

Date: 2020-05-27 08:56 am (UTC)
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Francis can't help the fact that he brightens notably when Ivar says his name. He has a certain type that seems to catch his attention, and that is men that are handsome and deadly dangerous, but with a streak of something softer to temper it. No matter how deeply that might be buried. And Ivar certainly wasn't hard on the eyes, especially just out of the bath like this, damp hair and his bare skin and tattoos on display.

"Well, I came to see you of course," the blonde answers with an easy smile, his tone playful and flirty. But then his expression shifts, turns a little bit serious and he bites at his bottom lip. He hates this. Talking. Especially about feelings, and that makes saying the words hard.

He'd much rather fling himself back out the door, or just flirt with Ivar. But instead he takes a breath and makes himself say the reason that he's actually here. "I actually... I sort of wanted to Talk, if you're not busy?" He says, a little bit self-conscious as he says the words. And you can just about hear the Capitalization when he says the word Talk. He doesn't come out with the whole mention of Dodger and how he'd called Ivar his boyfriend all at once, but he's getting there, he just has to take it a step at a time.

Words and emotions are pretty clearly not something that Francis is real big on. But he's trying, anyway.

Date: 2020-05-30 08:33 am (UTC)
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"No-- I don't think so, anyway?" He says, with a slightly wry curl of a smile. And there's a twitch at the corners of his lips as Ivar pats the space next to him on the bed, and he obligingly moves to sit on the mattress, looking over at him. But he can't help taking it as at least partially an invitation. Although, Francis is also someone that keeps knives under his pillow (and far too many on his person). So he's not completely ignorant to the idea that Ivar might have a knife near to hand, but he's not thinking that it'll be that sort of talk, not yet, at least.

Or well. If knives are involved he'd much prefer it being a fun thing rather than because Francis is bad at talking about feelings.

"Look, it's just... Dodger called you his boyfriend. And I like you, too." The fact that he likes Dodger is mostly just implied. It's in the tilt of his head, the way teeth scrape against his bottom lip, a glint in those violet eyes when he says his name. "And I just thought... You know." There's a vague gesture of fingers, a shrug of his slender shoulders because Francis is bad at this. But he's trying, at least. He clearly thinks that Ivar is important enough to be worth talking to about it, anyway.

He doesn't quite know what it is about the Viking King that gets to him, but he's different from most people. Special, interesting. So he's here instead of just ignoring that it might be a problem.

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Date: 2020-06-02 03:11 pm (UTC)
smokedout: They come to find, all is sane ♪ (9 ♪ They look a little look at my brain)
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Dodger had wanted to put this off a while longer. Or maybe call Ivar instead, keep his distance so he didn't end up with an ax though his head. But honestly... he knows this deserves an in-person chat. Ax and all. It would be cruel of him to deny his boyfriend the catharsis of breaking his nose.

So he teleports in, sitting on top of Ivar's dresser because he's still allergic to chairs. And hopefully Ivar is in a good mood, but.. he doubts he's that lucky.

"Got a minute?"

Date: 2020-06-04 05:09 pm (UTC)
smokedout: That I have borrowed ♪ (33 ♪ In this dream)
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"You wish." He can't help a smirk, and a humorless little laugh.

But he clears his throat, and shrugs awkwardly. He pulls out a pack of cigarettes and lights one, but at this point it's clearly stalling.

"I don't think I'm being fair to you." He speaks slowly, weighing his words carefully. "And I figured... instead of avoiding you, I should sack up and talk, yeah? So..."

And he's still stalling. He fiddles with his cigarette, his lips waver a bit, and.. finally he just rips off the bandage.

"I think we should take a step back. I think I- can't call myself your boyfriend, the way I treat you."

Date: 2020-06-08 11:03 am (UTC)
smokedout: Not in the face, but in the head ♪ (7 ♪ Oh yeah I'm an ugly mess)
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Dodger bristles a bit, at the sound of his first name. There are several people now who know it, or even his full name, but he'll never get used to hearing it. And he definitely hears the dangerous edge there, the same edge he's heard in countless men before him. Still, he doesn't back down. He wouldn't have dated Ivar at all if he was afraid of his temper and honestly, he doesn't really care right now.

"If you kill me, I'm just going to come back. It doesn't stick here." He holds his hands out in a grand, inviting gesture, "So go ahead. I mean, you deserve the right, yeah?"

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