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Post by clementine on Nov 13, 2009 0:19:03 GMT -5
"Yes, of course." He knew he was foolish for liking his captive a little too much, but there was nothing he could do about it. Sighing heavily, he reached for the damp clothes beside the bed, dropping one on Ryker's chest.
"Clean yourself up and get some rest." The Reaper murmured, wiping the sticky come from his own chest and cock before turning to his side away from Ryker.
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Post by praiseofblood on Nov 13, 2009 0:22:58 GMT -5
Ryker shook his head, before sitting up, wiping the stuff from his body. He sighed, buzzing with excitement and the after-effects of great sex. Tomorrow this time, he'd be home, in his bed, away from Guruta--at least till the next attack. These thoughts in mind, he fell into a light sleep.
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Post by clementine on Nov 13, 2009 0:26:42 GMT -5
Apollo too drifted off, but his dreams were troubled by that of Ryker, so he got very little by way of rest.
All too soon, the Reaper was shaking Ryker awake. "Wake up now." He hissed, already dressed, enfolded in a warm cloak with his sword strapped to his side. A set of clothes were set aside for the Radation as well.
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Post by praiseofblood on Nov 13, 2009 16:17:41 GMT -5
Ryker shot up in a flash with the sound of breaking glass, pinning Apollo to the bed with a shard of broken glass to his neck. His eyes opened blearily, and he looked at the male with confusion before getting off of him.
"Sorry," he offered, eyes spotting the clothing as he walked--albeit a bit stiffly--over to the clothes. He began to don them, surprised that they fit.
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Post by clementine on Nov 13, 2009 16:30:12 GMT -5
Apollo only had time to gasp, chest heaving when he felt sharpness against his jugular. "What the fuck?" He demanded, though his voice was still quiet. He sat up and rubbed his neck, watching Ryker get dressed.
The Reaper rolled from the bed, standing and adjusting his clothes. "Ready?" He asked with a raised brow, lips pursed.
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Post by praiseofblood on Nov 13, 2009 16:45:29 GMT -5
Ryker nodded, pulling the hood up over his head. He looked to Apollo, waiting for him to move.
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Post by clementine on Nov 13, 2009 16:48:31 GMT -5
As much as he wanted to, Apollo didn't take Ryker's hand, instead, he headed from the room, making sure that the hallway was empty. He motioned for the Radation to follow and took him down hallways that weren't often used that led towards the back gate.
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Post by praiseofblood on Nov 13, 2009 16:51:35 GMT -5
The Radantian moved like a shadow, following Apollo silently, blending with the shadows. As they arrived to the back gate in the shimmering half-light of the three sun sunrise, Ryker looked at Apollo. "Thank you. I won't soon forget it." he said earnestly as they continued on their way.
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Post by clementine on Nov 13, 2009 16:58:11 GMT -5
Apollo took a moment to pause and brush back Ryker's hair once more. "You'll forget soon enough." The Reaper murmured before looking to the horizon, creeping towards it. There were many entrances to Radaa, but Apollo only knew a few.
"I can take you to the edge of this city. Can you find your way back from there?" He asked.
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Post by praiseofblood on Nov 13, 2009 17:06:10 GMT -5
Apollo nodded, wondering what was wrong with the male. Soon they reached the end of the city, and Ryker could see the city down below. His city. A soft look passed over his face as he stood looking over the city. He unfastened the heavy cloak, handing it back to Apollo. His hand brushed over his neck, and he blinked. "You mind taking this off?" he asked, motioning to the collar.
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Post by clementine on Nov 13, 2009 17:09:50 GMT -5
Apollo blinked at the tender look that crossed Ryker's face, wishing the male would look at him like that. The Reaper sighed, taking the cloak. Before he unfastened the collar, he gave Ryker a quick kiss as he unsnapped the silver trinket.
"Try not to die. Okay?" The Reaper asked with a wry smile
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Post by praiseofblood on Nov 13, 2009 17:16:50 GMT -5
Ryker blinked as the male kissed him. He started to ask why before he looked at the male, shaking his head and turning to get ready to make the first jump down the pillars to get into the city.
Offering a small wave, he turned and stepped off the edge.
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Post by clementine on Nov 13, 2009 17:20:06 GMT -5
Apollo waved, watching until Ryker disappeared. "Damn it." He muttered, scrubbing his hand over his face as he turned to leave. He wished for the millionth time that Ryker could have stayed.
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Post by praiseofblood on Nov 13, 2009 17:24:18 GMT -5
Meanwhile, Jeta was in a fury. "Find that damned Dog and bring him to me! Tell Apollo he needs to report to me this instant!" the formidible man roared.
Servants scurried to do as Jeta bid, ducking the flying objects and papers. Slade stood confidently in the corner, smirking.
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Post by clementine on Nov 13, 2009 17:28:09 GMT -5
It was Camilla who had found Apollo after the Reaper and just reentered the room. The boy was frantic of course, Jeta's bellow's practically heard by the whole fucking city.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Apollo shouted back to the empty air. Throwing his shoulders back with his head held high, he entered his uncle's study like he had done nothing wrong.
"You summoned me my lord?" The Reaper asked, bowing at the waist
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