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diversified2015-02-12 01:28 pm
misconceived) wrote in diversified2015-02-12 01:28 pm
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then I grew up and got my imagination. [ psl ]
WHO Chris Halliwell (misconceived), Cole Turner (devilsinthedetails)
WHAT An alternate ending to the story of a summoner and his summon. Or is this just the beginning?
WHEN During the fall when Chris is almost 20.
WHERE Lord Turner's estate.
WHY The Holy Order of Whitelighters just shouldn't be in charge of anything. Including having kids because Leo's a terrible dad.
There were a lot of things that paladins had to do as part of their duties to king and country. Maintaining the land and watching summoners were some of the most important, but they also needed to make peace with the lords, ladies and people of every corner of the kingdom to ensure their influence was spread wide as possible. One particular lord was extremely adamant about not allowing the Order of Whitelighters into his lands and it was becoming a common and tiring argument for the paladins to make a yearly appeal to allow them entrance.
However, this was Chris's first time being brought along for the useless mission. He had only this past summer been properly knighted after his expedited training ever since his fourteenth birthday, something people blamed on nepotism where Chris honestly blamed it on a guilty conscience pushing him too far in his training. Whatever the case, he was still considered a rookie by all the other full-fledged paladins and was still being stuck with the most menial of tasks while they hazed him for real. As if all those years of bending to their whims as a trainee wasn't enough. There was no room for him to complain, though, and he did the tasks set to him with no genuine bite behind them. This was all he was good for anymore, and he would at least make sure he could do it well enough to make Leo proud of his son in some meager way.
Knocking on the large ornate doors to the sitting room only briefly before allowing himself in, Chris announced himself easily. "Sir Wyatt," he said. "We've received missive from Sir Gideon that Lord Odin has signed himself if you have a moment to excuse yourself."
Without precedence, his attention was struggling to remain on Leo while he delivered the message. He couldn't help but let his eyes be drawn to the aggravated lord seated on the other end of the room. Something about him... something about him was commanding his full focus and it was making his gut crawl. Or were those butterflies? He had no idea what the feeling was, but all of a sudden it was as if the air was stolen from his lungs. What was going on?
misconceived), Cole Turner (devilsinthedetails)WHAT An alternate ending to the story of a summoner and his summon. Or is this just the beginning?
WHEN During the fall when Chris is almost 20.
WHERE Lord Turner's estate.
WHY The Holy Order of Whitelighters just shouldn't be in charge of anything. Including having kids because Leo's a terrible dad.
There were a lot of things that paladins had to do as part of their duties to king and country. Maintaining the land and watching summoners were some of the most important, but they also needed to make peace with the lords, ladies and people of every corner of the kingdom to ensure their influence was spread wide as possible. One particular lord was extremely adamant about not allowing the Order of Whitelighters into his lands and it was becoming a common and tiring argument for the paladins to make a yearly appeal to allow them entrance.
However, this was Chris's first time being brought along for the useless mission. He had only this past summer been properly knighted after his expedited training ever since his fourteenth birthday, something people blamed on nepotism where Chris honestly blamed it on a guilty conscience pushing him too far in his training. Whatever the case, he was still considered a rookie by all the other full-fledged paladins and was still being stuck with the most menial of tasks while they hazed him for real. As if all those years of bending to their whims as a trainee wasn't enough. There was no room for him to complain, though, and he did the tasks set to him with no genuine bite behind them. This was all he was good for anymore, and he would at least make sure he could do it well enough to make Leo proud of his son in some meager way.
Knocking on the large ornate doors to the sitting room only briefly before allowing himself in, Chris announced himself easily. "Sir Wyatt," he said. "We've received missive from Sir Gideon that Lord Odin has signed himself if you have a moment to excuse yourself."
Without precedence, his attention was struggling to remain on Leo while he delivered the message. He couldn't help but let his eyes be drawn to the aggravated lord seated on the other end of the room. Something about him... something about him was commanding his full focus and it was making his gut crawl. Or were those butterflies? He had no idea what the feeling was, but all of a sudden it was as if the air was stolen from his lungs. What was going on?
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"Giving you something to remember while we're apart," he responded as his other hand pulled Chris's shirt up further to expose his chest, Cole moving to lick and suck and kiss his nipples one after the other, hand now moving down to the front of Chris's pants to grope and rub. The sigil relaxed him, but Cole wanted to excite him, give him memories of every kind of touch on his body that he could before they were separated. "Good," he murmured against his chest softly. "That's what I wanted to hear. You accept me as yours."