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[calumniate]

WHO Diego Silva (calumniate) and Noah (demideific)
WHAT A demigod and a mob boss sometimes dabble in sadomasochism as stress relief
WHEN after a big plot event that fucks things up slightly
WHERE resistance headquarter
WHY insert blaming Leo here because it's forever his fault


It was absolute chaos. That was really all that could be said about what happened. The fallout was bad with them, though more people were shaken up than downright injured. Even then, there were still injuries and trying to settle things back to some level of normalcy for them in the desolate future they had to survive in. Diego took it all in stride, as he had to, since he was the only person who was smart enough to stand against the Terminals and the only one capable of actually leading if their group actually succeeded in changing the status quo.

Everyone came first in this time of need and he was dealing with taking care of his subordinates when he finally spotted Noah, wound up and stressed like the rest of his followers. Diego knew that taking care of Noah was top priority, not because he thought he couldn't deal with this, but because he was fully aware of what exactly Noah was and having him pushed to the brink would only make the demigod of a cure snap and get violent with those around him and Diego really didn't feel like cleaning up yet another mess alongside the current one he was already dealing with.

At the first moment he could, he passed his duties along to others that could carry the load and made sure he wouldn't be bothered for the rest of the day before he went to find Noah, which was easy enough knowing the demigod like he did. Not even looking to see if he was busy or not, he walked over to him and cleared his throat loudly. "Stop what you're doing and get your ass to my room," he rumbled in a tone that sounded a bit irritated but truly wasn't. "C'mon kid, we don't have all day, so get into gear and move it."

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[demideific]

"Kind of fun sometimes," Noah said offhand. He wasn't exactly stagnating in a city basically ready to devour itself, but being hidden away and pretending to be normal was sometimes exhausting. Getting to let loose on those idiots that thought they could overpower him only worked him up more, like getting to stretch after being cooped up in one place for too long. He just wanted to go even further even if most of his opponents broke before he could get his energy out. Still, it was better than nothing. Direction in the face of abject stagnation where his own existence was concerned. If Noah had his way, it would stagnate forever. He had no intentions of dying any time soon.

Growling softly, Noah pushed Diego inside with that last remark and closed the door with the utmost of restraint. Once that was done, he whipped around and shoved Diego to the floor with little care. He was still moderating his strength (that wasn't going to change) but he would definitely stop being so delicate now. Moving quickly, he sat down on Diego's abdomen and grabbed his wrists, wrenching them above Diego's head and pinning them to the ground with one hand while his other moved to tug at the tie around Silva's neck. "I'll stop talking as long as you keep talking. Think you can manage that when your air is cut off?"