krozna ♔ our wrongs remain unrectified

[dragonsclaw]

♫ The Fog - Zulya

WHO || Failboat, Mikhail Kalachnik, ?? ??  [closed]
WHAT || The Ex-Knights of Failboat arrive at Krozna
WHERE || Krozna, Russia
WHEN || 2 days after LA
HOW || Actionspam or prose

Sidelined from the mission that has been many of their lives for years, the group who had once stood against Keijen Blade has made a dangerous gambit - they've decided to leave the Knighthood, knowing they may never be allowed to return.  With them, have gone Sam and Dean Winchester, and Faith Lehane.  Their destination?  A distant monastery overlooking the village of Krozna, in the Ural Mountains.   This hidden location was home to many Shadowkind who did not wish to deal with the prejudice that their appearance might force upon them out in the world, particularly in Russia.  Wynn had apparently established a location here for Knights that broke the rules of the Knighthood so extremely to reflect upon their crimes, or for those whose powers made it impossible for them to live out in civilized society.

This monastery of misfits is run by a man named Mikhail Kalachnik, a willing exile who volunteered for the position, a man vouched for as trustworthy by both Jack Chessing and Finnick Odair.  It is here that the former Knights will set up a base of operations from which they intend to rescue Rafael Giovanni, research a way to stop Keijen Blade, and take him down once and for all, along with the evil Mind Master.  

But first, they must get to know the exiled Knights with whom they will be sharing this hideout...

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[selfcombust]

[ he pushes off the bed, untucking the rest of his shirt as he comes up behind her, chuckling a bit again. ] Nothing that strange.

Hands on the mantle.

[graveflowers]

[ she puts her hands purposefully on the mantle, dropping her head back with dramatic exasperation. ]

Satisfied?

[selfcombust]

[ he steps up right behind her, wrapping one hand over the space where her bare shoulder hits her neck ] Very. [ his other hand glides around her stomach, which is already incredibly warm from the proximity to the fire, as he looks down at her upside down face. ] Look at the fire, not at me.

[graveflowers]

[ vi huffs because she really knows how to drive the sexiness home, grumping as she looks down at the fire. ] No offense to your fire, it's lovely, but you're the better view.

[selfcombust]

Patience isn't your strong suit. [ he sounds amused at least. his hands start to wander, and so do his lips, down the arc of her neck, across her shoulder. he cups her breast, presses more tightly up behind her. the flames start to move in strange, unnatural patterns, curling and undulating as if they're literally dancing. ]

[graveflowers]

We're not fucking on the stairs-- [ her breath catches as his hands roam across her bare skin or maybe as his lips move. both sensation have been lacking for years and while she's gotten too caught up in making out on the stairs like foolish teenagers to think, now her mind is free to wander, dancing away with the fire.

still. she stubbornly sucks in a breath to finish her sentence. ] 'm being very patient.

[pyrokineticist]

[ as she sucks in the breath, abruptly the clasp on her bra is loosened. he strips it right off her and tosses it behind them, smooths her hair over one shoulder so that he kiss a line down her back, one hand on her chest as the other holds her waist steady, encouraging her to arc into the sensations. ] Mm. [ that's his only response to that, as the hand slides off her waist and down to her stomach, drifting down between her legs ]

[graveflowers]

[ she had a comeback for his silence but (probably blessedly) the hot trail of his mouth mapping skin makes a large portion of thought burn away before it can reach her mouth. she makes a sound that is half laugh because he is teasing her, half plea because he is teasing her, pressing her hips back toward him as she shifts restlessly under his hands. ]

[pyrokineticist]

[ it's been a long time for him too, vi, he's gonna take his time with this. his fingers press fabric aside and move to explore her unobstructed. he at least doesn't seem to have gotten rusty (dex 16) so there's that. he nips at her shoulder lightly and then lifts his head so that he can watch her reactions in profile. ]

[graveflowers]

[ vi's mouth opens in surprise, the tiniest gasp, and she squeezes her eyes shut, body tensing under his. yeah, still working on that letting go thing. ]

Dominik. [ it's breathy and light, practically a moan as she squirms back against him. her nails scrap against the mantle, hands briefly curling into fists. ] Just take them off.

[ clearly they're in the way!!! ]

[selfcombust]

[ instead he just says right in her ear: ] You need to learn how to say please.

[graveflowers]

[ HUFFILY: ] Bullshit.

[selfcombust]

[ he's just gonna slow down to an exceptionally teasing pace then. ] Oh?

[graveflowers]

[ her stubborn silence lasts for some time under the circumstances, but finally she does growl out a frustrated, ] Please.

[ who knew all it would take was being polite.

it turns out vi isn't as out of practice as she thought because she still remembers what to do (wis 20 total) and her flexibility is still a thing in the bedroom (dex 22), both physically and in the easy way she seems to go with the flow. there's some neediness in the way she clutches at him (str 19), wanting to feel something, but she seems to enjoy herself (cha 18) and... probably doesn't immediately want to go again (fort save 15), but it's definitely there in the back of her mind. ]

[pyrokineticist]

[ probably because he shows her one hell of a good time. apparently he's not all talk. it doesn't matter how tightly she clutches at him - he doesn't seem to mind. it's clear that he's spent a great deal of his years here keeping his body in peak physical condition because he's incredibly strong (str 21) and he'll go as long as she wants (fort 25). as eager as he is, he's great with those hands (dex 16) and does a pretty good job of responding to her needs while fulfilling his own (wis 14).

either way, he sells it like a smoldering movie star the whole time (charm 27).

a few times it seems to get uh... a little too warm in the room but nothing actually lights on fire. ]

[graveflowers]

[ vi shoves her hair out of her face, grinning ]

Saying that was hot would be too spot on, right?

[pyrokineticist]

[ he rolls onto his back on the bed with a grin, hand hooked behind his head ] Not at all.

[graveflowers]

I do feel like my idea of this place is gonna differ a whole hell of lot from everyone else's though.

[ a beat. ] I'm surprised I don't have scorch marks.

[ hot af tbh ]

[selfcombust]

I told you. I've spent a lot of time cultivating control over my abilities. [ he reaches over to rake his fingers down her side ] I don't burn anything I don't mean to.

[graveflowers]

Maybe I was hoping you'd lose a little, [ she says with a shrug, squirming under his fingers ]

[pyrokineticist]

I hope that's not a disappointed review, Miss Violet.

[graveflowers]

Oh no, two thumbs up, babe. Definitely excellent, would recommend. [ her nose scrunches up at him calling her miss violet though ] You make me sound like a kindergarten teacher.

[selfcombust]

Every man's had that fantasy.

[graveflowers]

[ she snorts, clearly at ease ]

I mean, yeah, same. [ she rolls over to her side, facing him, propping her chin in her hand. ] Tell me about yourself. Now that we've already gotten the sex out of the way.

[selfcombust]

Not afraid you'll find out something you don't like after the fact?