Yancy Becket Open RP Post

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"For he was the kind of man who would give up everything he was for the
glimmer of a hope of a chance to make peace for his loved ones.
The sort of loved who gave without reserve and asked nothing in return but for a chance at the same."

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For Tonitrophobia

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[tonitrophobia]

[To anyone on the outside looking in, this would be about fifty shades of wrong, but to Jazmine, this was the only logical way for her to act. To anyone on the outside looking in, the bond of parent and child is something pure and selfless, but to Jazmine, things are different. Her parents aren't her parents, because they killed her actual parents, and stepped into their shoes with the intent to raise her as their own, but somehow things went a little sideways and now here she is.

Here, being her father's bed.

Dressed in a lacy little top that's probably designed to be worn over at least one, if not two other shirts, and absolutely nothing else, Jaz spreads herself out across Yancy's bed in a languid stretch, her toes curling as she wriggles around until she's comfortable in the nest of sheets, her hair sticking to her neck with sweat. She could go and turn the air conditioning on, but it would make Yancy uncomfortable, and Jazmine is so used to living in too-warm houses that she doesn't even complain about the thin sheen of sweat on her skin anymore.

Well, not much.

She whinges again and roll onto her side so she can prop herself up on one arm, looking out the propped-open door where Yancy hand wandered off.] Yancyyyy. [She even pouts, although he's not in the room to fully appreciate the sight she presents with her lower lip protruding as it is.] I'm too hot, you need to come back. [Yancy is always cool to the touch. He needs to get back into bed so she can press herself up against him and cool herself down.]

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[The sad thing was, though it wasn't very sad in the long list of things which had happened in his life, Yancy Becket had never quite gotten the hang of modern heating. Fires were logical. Boilers and radiators, fine, but central heating seemed temperamental and often unnecessary. He didn't pay attention to it for himself, obviously, but in the last two decades it had become a part of his daily life. Keep the baby warm, keep the house hospitable. Keep the church welcoming.. It was ceaseless and annoying but necessary for the life he was responsible for.

And rather than flesh freezing, he tended to keep things just on the other side of toasty.

The upside to this was that his presence was regularly required, icy as he was. Sure, he could just turn the heat down but where was the fun in that? I get cold easily he often says to people, flexing his pale fingers and giving a soft laugh. But if it's too warm for you I'm happy to put the heat down..

No one ever asks him to.

And today, well. he comes when he's called. Sauntering back into the room after a moment and checking his hip against the door frame with a smile, drinking everything in.]

I'm here.

[Sauntering slowly across the old oak floorboards. Wearing nothing but a smile and settling back into bed to draw her into his arms and card his fingers through soft, long hair. Move it away from her neck and lean pull her close against his chilly skin.]

it's nearly time to get up, little one.

[Said as he mouths across her neck with no intention of getting back up.]

[tonitrophobia]

[A consequence of Yancy's need to over-heat everything is that Jazmine was never comfortable in anyone else's house. It's the excuse she gave when asked about why she'd never spend the night with anyone — "It's not you, I'm just cold, I sleep better in my bed, I promise," — even as a child. It's even more true now that she's an adult, more or less, and especially true now that she sleeps in Yancy's bed more nights than she does her own.

(They don't talk about the Raleigh-shaped hole in their lives; Jazmine, because she still feels betrayed by her mother-sister-friend abandoning her for a newer, shinier model, Yancy for his own reasons. Jaz has never asked. She's not sure she wants to know.)

Seeing Yancy appear back in the doorway, Jaz's pout turns quickly into a pleased little smile, and she stretches out across the bed again with a mewling little hum. It's a calculated move to put her body on display, not that she needs to, but she pretends it's for no reason other than her desire to spread out.] I don't want to.

[The feel of her hair lifting from her neck has her sighing softly, and she arches her head back to present her throat as Yancy leans in to lip at her skin, her hands lifting to settle gently against his arms, her fingers curling around his wrists.]

I want to stay in bed with you.

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Mmmhm~ [A hum as he moves his lips across her warm, warm skin. He isn't sure when he crossed the line.. this line.. this terrible..terrible line. But he isn't interested in going back. He can't. And he's not quite sure he feels all that sorry, either.

Raleigh picked her.. Raleigh wanted her.. and then Raleigh left them. Like their father left so very long ago. But never mind because Yancy wants Jazmine and whatever he wants he gets. End of story. A pity he hasn't quiet made his mind up yet.]

Well that's good to know, [He murmurs against her skin]

S'nowhere else I'd rather be. God, you're delicious. [Couldn't be helped as he swept his tongue across the join of neck to jaw and inhaled deeply.]

[tonitrophobia]

[If a psychiatrist ever got their hands on this situation, they might try to explain Jazmine naked in Yancy's bed as a way for her to ensure that her last remaining parent didn't abandon her the way Raleigh did, but to be honest, this all started long before Raleigh's eye started wandering and she left them to go peruse greener pastures.

The real reason Jazmine is in Yancy's bed is because she loves him, and she wants him. He was her first real kiss and her first real fuck, and there's no way she could ever turn that away.]

I'm sweaty, [she complains, like it really bothers her, like she doesn't know part of the reason Yancy loves to stick his face in her neck is to smell her blood in her veins and taste the salt on her skin.

Her hands wander from his wrists to clutch instead at his shoulders as he licks at her skin, his mouth chilled against her over-heated skin, causing goosebumps to prickle at her skin and a shiver to crawl down her spine. One long, tanned leg slides higher to curl over his hip as she clutches him close to her, a soft sigh slipping between her lips that turns into his name at the very end.] Yancy. [She knows full well what he is. She's helped him hunt and kill for well over a decade, helped him dig the graves for the bodies, seen him covered in blood, watched him rip out throats with his teeth.

And yet her heartbeat doesn't even stutter to have him pressed so close to her vulnerable veins.]

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[She has no reason to be scared. Everyone else does, sure, but the one person on this planet he doesn't want to hurt is her.

And ohh what his name on her lips does to him. Pulls a shiver down his spine and a moan from the back of his throat as he slides a hand up under her shirt to caress one pert, warm breast. Thumb over her nipple. Nip at her jaw before moving in for a full kiss. Biting playfully at her plush, lower lip. Licking his way into her mouth.

He's memorized her body a hundred times over by now but each day is slightly different. Alive. Organic. He loves it. Loves her. Loves her with everything he is and everything he pretends to be.

Lay her back down against the bed, following suit to roll on top and perch - a knee between her legs - weight balanced on his hip and other arm as he kisses and explores. No wasting time just now. It's just them, all for them. Playful. Loving. And oh how he loves her. The sick proof is everywhere, but now it's pressed against her hip; brought to life after rousing to feed himself in the hopes this might be in the cards.

It was always in the cards, who was he kidding. He wanted her and he always got what he wanted.]

[tonitrophobia]

[Yancy always gets what he wants, but sometimes he takes his own sweet time getting it.

Jaz has wanted him since she was old enough to really realize that yeah, the man who she'd been calling Daddy was gorgeous, since she was old enough to understand what desire really meant, but he waited until well past her twentieth birthday before he finally snapped and did more than curl his fingers up in her cunt. Maybe to Yancy, with hundreds of years under his belt, those six years or so might not have seemed like such a big deal, but to Jazmine, they were torture.

It's such a sweet relief to have this now, to have his hand sliding under her shirt to knead her breast, his thumb circling her nipple sending another shiver skittering across her skin. He's taught her the way he likes to be kissed and she responds to him beautifully now, her lips parting for him as he licks into her mouth and settles himself above her. His cock is hard and warm against her hip, filled with borrowed blood — it should disgust her, but it doesn't, it's just a fact of nature — and she doesn't stop herself from canting her hips towards him, asking for him to fuck her already.]

Please...

[coeurinflexible]

[With pleasure. With absolute pleasure he draws even closer and pushes himself up to settle his whole self between silky thighs. Kiss her from her lips to her navel, stopping to tease and lick and nip at her breasts. Replace his hand with his mouth and push that shirt well out of the way. Get it off her and into a lacy heap on the floor. Run his hand along her side and then back up to bury his face between his legs. Make her arch. Make her whine and mewl. Get her dripping wet and begging before he comes back and licks his lips like a predator. grabs her by the hips and slides home with a low moan. Muscles flexing. fingers dimpling soft flesh.

Get acquainted for a few moments, thrusting slow and deep. Fill her to the brim before wrapping her up in his arms and leaning back to put her in his lap. Claim her lips, still wet with her own taste, hips like pistons, need overwhelming.]

Jazmine-- [More like a growl than anything else.]

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[coeurinflexible]

"Here," A disembodied voice dangles a fresh bottle of beer over Herc's head and gently lowers it into sight. The sun is shining, the water is cool, the barbeque has the air smelling like charcoal and meat..it's a perfect day.

Yancy smiles and looks down, eyes obscured with tinted aviators, naked except for them and an obnoxious pair of american flag swim trunks. It's way too nice of a day not to be outside and, as they say, sun's out, guns out.

He's a firm believer in the phrase. And just as he holds the beer more eye level he stoops down to add a quick nip the the back of Herc's neck. Risque, maybe. Inappropriate? Only is the neighbors are watching.

He sort of hopes they are. He gets a kick out of that kind of thing.

[luckystriker]

Herc lets out a quiet rumble that's distinctly pleased from the nip to his neck, taking thr fresh beer with one hand while the free one snakes out to grasp Yancy's nape. That might stop the American from escaping, but who wants to escape being tugged down for a sweet, if awkwardly done, kiss from Hercules Hansen?

He rumbles against the younger man's lips, "When are you joining me in here, huh?"

[coeurinflexible]

Not him , that's for sure. No escaping needed.

"In a minute, I wanna check my phone, huh?" Though he wasn't pulling away from the grasp and spoke against the other's lips between kisses.

"You're gonna get a sunburn."

[luckystriker]

"I put on sunscreen," he snorts, giving the blond's nape a warm squeeze. "And you can always get in and cover me up a little, yeah?"

[coeurinflexible]

"My pleasure," He laps at Herc's lips before pulling away to trot back to their pile of stuff. He fiddles with his phone for a second and connects to a speaker bar to play music, grabs the sunscreen and comes trotting back.

"That's better. How do you want me?"

[luckystriker]

Herc tilts his head to the water. Specifically, in front of him and between his legs.

"Right here. Preferably before Christmas."

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((idk if you want fluff or sads or raunchy so- C OME AT ME??))

Mermans

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They were born of pearls, really. Like everyone else. Tucked away safe and hidden in a burrow just far away from the warm current to stay out of harm. In the reef where their people made their lives. In the ocean swaying and breathing, more full of life than the land they had very little interest in. Than the land they stayed away from for the most part.

From the land their people were starting to consider after black death came rolling through the waters, pearly and impossible to scrub off. Impossible to breathe through. The stories came like death rattles, but the reef was their home and so be it. They would be safe. Their reef would protect them from sickness and rot, surely. It was a nightmare tale to tell to little ears late at night when the waters went cold and they lay tangled up in their burrow around each other. But no, not them. They would be safe. Their reef would protect them.

Until it didn't any more. Until another spill-- the land creatures called it a spill, they've heard-- happened. Closer this time. And the pearls of oil came washing in, choking their people from the inside out, impossible to remove, clogging their delicate fins, their gills, their lungs, too little to detect.

Their burrow was safe at first before their mother fell in.

Their burrow was safe at first before their father gathered an armful of unhatched pearls and fled.

Their burrow began to rot.

Their lungs began to close.

Their parents were seafoam and stardust and they- they two had no other choice but to run.

Swim,

run?

[driftingright]

It's hot on land, and Raleigh isn't completely steady on his feet. The last thing he wants is to fall over on the sand, but he has several close calls as he hauls the heavy sack over his shoulders. Nonetheless, he arrives in one piece in the rock pools, sighing with relief when his feet hit the water, scales glimmering over them as he makes his way to the sea cave, only accessible without swimming during the low-tide.

"Yance?" he calls, voice echoing in the cave as he wades through the cold water. "Yance, I got food and medicines!"

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He's greeted by the sound of water breaking as his brother bobs up from the shallow pool they'd found. It wasn't particularly salty and the PH balance wasn't exactly right, but it was pure and it was clean and it was theirs.

Yancy's lungs are all blocked up, they have been for a while but they work better than his gills which are even worse off. And breathing with his land set makes him cough and splutter but he'll be alright. That' what he keeps saying anyway. Like hell he's going to die out here and leave his brother on land by himself.

He feels bad enough letting him go scavenging alone.

"I'm here," he says quietly and makes for the rocky shore, careful to avoid the sea urchins which have taken to collecting right where he looks last. One of these days he'll eat the lot of them and be done with it.

"Why qualifies as medicine..exactly?"

Because really that could mean anything coming from Raleigh.

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"I traded for anything they had that helps with cleaning out your lungs," he answers with a shrug, carefully emptying out the bag on the rocks. Fresh, clean fish first for them to eat, because Yancy can't hunt himself... and Raleigh's not comfortable leaving his brother for too long, especially if he's gone to sea. Never know what might get him on his own.

Then there are the medicines. Some are herbal remedies, like eucalyptus oil to rub on the chest, and some are tonics to drink... though admittedly they're mainly for clearing congestion.

"When I tried describing what's wrong to one of the doctors, he started saying I should bring you in for examination. I ran out of there."

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"No one followed you, did they?" He asks and sits up a little straighter, leaning over to sift through the bottles and tinctures, holding one up to peer through the amber glass with a mix of skepticism and hope.

[driftingright]

"No, I made sure of it," he answers with a roll of the eyes. Then his expression gentles a bit and he tentatively asks, "It's warm today so... were you okay breathing today...?"

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"Yeah, alright."

Good as he can, really.

"Something tells me I'm just gonna have to ride it out, kiddo. I don't think a human doctor could help me." Yancy says and clears his throat. Riding it out has included hacking his organs up, or near enough, and his throat is raw. At least these medicines should help with that.The little candies Raleigh found the day before have been amazing.

"What's it like out there, anyway. No one's bothering you?"

Since the last time he ventured up anyway.