forum Gold Chains and Fingertips (Romance) (REBOOT) (Closed, One on One)

Started November 14, 2018 by @Desvelarse pets

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Thatcher’s icy blue eyes narrowed at Ember softly. “I can’t tell if you are joking or not..” he drawled out slowly with a slight frown on his lips.

"I'm dead serious." Ember said, heat rising to his pale cheeks. Why the hell was he blushing? Other than the fact that this guy was very, very attractive, and that- damn, what in heck was he thinking?

“Huh. And you are how old?” Thatcher asked, arching a brow. He seemed almost.. judgmental that the other was so innocent. Not that he minded, it was his type, but he disliked Ember. He had had plenty of time to get good with sex, considering how long he had been around for.

"Twenty-four, why?" he asked. My golly gee goodness, he's attractive. Look away now, Ember. He'll think you're a weirdo Ember thought to himself, looking down,away, anywhere but at Thatcher, but his gaze kept falling back on the man before him.

Thatcher took a moment to calculate that in Reaper years. So, Ember was about his age or so. “Just wondering. It’s surprising that someone that old could have gone without sex,” he said nonchalantly.

"As if. People around here aren't that open minded to guys who don't like girls. I promise you, there isn't a single man or woman in this town who would be open to two guys in a relationship. Not that it matters. As I said, I'm too busy fighting demons and whatnot to maintain a relationship, as much as I'd like to share the rest of my pitiful life with someone I care about." Ember said. "I've never really thought about it much. Doing the do with someone, I mean." he stammered, trying very hard not to think about doing it with someone.

Thatcher lips pursed as if he didn’t understand. “So you’re gay, is what you’re saying?” He repeated to be clear. “Not that I would judged. I’ve been to bed with men multiple times in my lifetime.”

"Oh.. okay? Is there anything you're implying that I should be aware of?" Ember asked. He really didn't know where the conversation was going at this point.

Thatcher shook his head. “Not in the slightest,” he said with his nose scrunched up a bit in something that could have been disgust. He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his dark trench coat and looked away, licking his lips as he glanced around the room.

"Right. Well, then, I could just… er…. thingy?" Ember said. He felt rather uncomfortable now. He didn't quite know what to do. But then again, one wouldn't know exactly what to do when you accidentally bound a highly powerful magical being to you for lifelong servitude.

“You could just what?” Thatcher asked with a huff. He looked over at Nike, who gave him a roll of her eyes in an annoyed manner. She was still standing behind him, looking just about as aggressive and dangerous as she would normally.

"Leave? I mean, you're obviously annoyed by me being here, and I get up pretty early anyways, so nobody'll miss me much." he said.

“This is your home. I will leave, and I’d be very happy to do so,” Thatcher simply said, licking his lips breifly. Nike snickered a bit from where she was staying, a grin on her lips that showed her still sharp and glinting fangs.

"Go ahead. I don't care much what you do. It's my fault that you got into this situation anyways." Ember said calmly.

Thatcher looked over at Nike, who raised her brows expectantly. “Very well then,” he said before turning on his heel and stepping away. But a thought dawned on him. He had no meaning- no purpose. He was bound, so names wouldn’t appear on his paper. He had no purpose to be alive anymore.

"See you." Ember muttered. He walked over to a wooden chest, kneeling down and opening it up. It's contents were various weapons, potions, and very much more, all the tools a proper exorcist would need.

Thatcher walked down the hall, down the stairs, and outside. Once outside, Nike quickly shifted back. He looked over at the now large hound and sighed. “I have o purpose. What do I do if I can’t reap?” He asked her in a mumble.

Ember slung his bag over his shoulder and walked out. He turned on his phone. Haunted shack a few miles from here. Well, that would be alright. He glanced over to Thatcher sympathetically, but then moved on. He walked over to the shed and hopped into his truck, starting the engine.

Thatcher stepped towards the road. Nike sat down by him. He gave her a look before deciding to sit down as well, right on the curb. There was nothing to do besides sit and wait, now.

Ember looked back over to where Thatcher sat. He hopped down from his truck, sighing. This idea was the stupidest one he'd ever had. He walked over to the sullen man, taking a deep breath and pulling himself together. "Hey, want to come with me and kill some shit?" he asked.

Thatcher had glared at Ember when he first spoke. “Depends, what would I be killing?” He asked levely.

"Demons, souls of the damned come back to haunt the innocent, and so on." Ember said calmly.

Thatcher looked over at Ember, eyes narrowed for a moment. He gave a huff and pushed to his feet before brushing himeslf off. “Fine,” he said with a frown.

"Alright, hop in." Ember jerked a thump towards the truck.

Thatcher looked over at Nike and mumbled something to her before stepping over. He walked over, getting into the passenger seat. His long legs awkwardly fit and were bent, and his head tilted a bit just in case he would hit it on the top of the truck’s interior.

"It won't be far, just around seven minutes away I think." Ember said slowly as he started the engine. "It's… never mind. Sorry, probably just paranoia."

Thatcher threw a look over in Ember’s direction. He seemed almost annoyed by the fact that Ember was still talking. He just wanted to do his job, not talk.

They came to a forest, driving onto a reasonably well flattened dirt road, when a thud! hit the vehicle. Ember slammed his foot on the brakes, then shook his head slightly. What the hell did we hit? he thought. "I'll check it out." he said, opening the door and jumping out. He looked at the front, where the bump was felt. There was some green goo-fluid that he guessed was blood. He looked to the grass beyond and into the trees. It was torn through, like something had stomped over it at high speeds. But whatever it was was nowhere in sight. "Well, it isn't dead. Not yet, anyways. Let's keep going." he said, getting back into the truck and starting the engine again, driving back down the road.

Thatcher frowned when there was the bump. He sat up in his seat, and had been about to get out of the car to look when Ember started driving again. He slammed the door shut, knowing better not to jump out of a moving car. “We should have gone after whatever it was,” he huffed lowly.

"Could have just been a wild animal." Ember said, not fully believing himself.