chapter five ♔ it'll be a day like this one when the sky falls down

[eldritchweaver]

the blues - switchfoot

WHO || The Knights
WHAT || Failboat returns from the disaster in LA as the Knighthood goes on lockdown
WHERE || The castle, London
WHEN || Directly after this, Fall 2017
HOW || Actionspam

Hasmed's announcement does not brook any rebuttal: all Knights are recalled to the Castle, where they must remain until the Section Heads and Jack Chessing have spoken about the events in Los Angeles that have left the Knighthood without their usual leader.  

The entire Los Angeles area is now covered with a dark miasma that has interfered with any signals that might be sent out from phones, etc., leaving the whole world wondering what exactly is happening down there.  Final images showed horrendous monsters, a panic of citizens, looting and violence from humans and Shadowkind alike.  

Hasmed has warned of extra magical wards on the castle, and anyone arriving will immediately take notice of one very prominent one: above the entire roof of the excessively large building hovers a black and red sigil in the air, a pentagram in a circle surrounded by runes or words in an unknown language, stretching for miles.  

[ This is the social log for post-LA lockdown.  Failboat must complete the top log before being allowed to tag outside of it. ]

Comments

[hacker]

[ there's something deliciously playful about the way she casually prowls over him, at ease with herself and with what they're doing. she keeps her hips in the air as she bends down to scrape her teeth over the dip of muscle beneath his hip bone.

she only bothers to push his pants — and his boxers ?? briefs ?? — as far as necessary to get them out of the way, just past mid-thigh. then they're forgotten. he's pinned beneath her anyway; what does he need mobility for?

skye wraps her hand around him and drags her fist slowly over his length, getting familiar. ]

[familybusiness]

[Jared wears boxer briefs, so Sam does too, obviously. So both are correct, I guess. This is the most serious brackets ever.

His hips press up into her grasp before he can stop himself, a quiet groan exhaled from between his parted lips, and if he wasn't already hard before (he was getting there), he sure is now, so if she was questioning his eagerness for whatever reason earlier, they were clearly unfounded concerns.]

[hacker]

I'm kinda getting the impression you want something, Sam.

[ she says it with a laugh, continuing the work of her hand. steadily she finds a rhythm that works for her, pulling hair from her face all the while. ]

Is it ... [ leaning, skye drags her tongue over the tip of him. ] This?

[ she doesn't drag it out. she's playing, yes, but not teasing to try to turn this into some weird power game. skye's not about those. rather, she wets her lips then and closes her mouth around him. ]

[familybusiness]

[If it's working for her, it's clearly working for him. He laughs in return, the sound stifled by his attempt at muffling a groan behind his lips.]

What gave you that idea?

[He's glad for that, though he doesn't consciously acknowledge it. It reminds him of the way they used to be, easy-going, light-hearted, relaxed. It's exactly what he needs right now.

He breathes out as her mouth covers him, head pressing against the pillow briefly as the feel of her knocks the air out of his lungs, though sound enough his eyes are lowering to watch her, his fingers gripping the sheets as he tries to hold his hips still for the moment. Her name manages to reverberate past his mouth, the sound low and husky.]

Skye...

[hacker]

[ Yeah, that's gonna help. In like two weeks? That sound? She's gonna remember it.

For now, though, it encourages her, and she gets into it, drawing him deeper, her tongue providing counter pressure against the roof of her mouth as she sets a steady rhythm. She keeps it slow and easy; she wants to make sure this isn't over with early, but who knows. Maybe it's been a while for Sam ok. ]

[familybusiness]

[His fort save was a 25. He's good for awhile, at least.

It's not until she sets her rhythm that he lets himself react physically, his hips rising ever so slightly as she descends on him, though he has the sense to be, well, careful about it.

He reaches down to drag the fingers of one hand through her hair, his abdomen taut above her head.]