A LAWFUL WASTELAND
Dec. 8th, 2022 04:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
counterattack[ it's December 8. Law turns 18 today. at this point, he's been living in Copalli for over a year. during the final relic fiasco, he achieved trance within about five seconds (because it's basically overlimit) and faced Tiamat in her castle because he had a score to settle with dragons (dragons, wyverns, same shit) and had enough taking shit from these mother fucking guardians in this mother fucking jungle. it was epic.
anyway, it's a few months later and Law lives in Tikal again, down at the bottom of the crater. they've built bridges and pulleys aboveground, as well as created a system to keep the crater from filling with water when it rains. although most of his farm was lost during Tikal's fall, he's rebuilt it bigger and better than ever and repopulated it with even more chickens, hogs, cows and even a few semi-domesticated mist monsters. there's also proper crops, probably due in part to at least one friend or another planting on the huge expanse of land he's set up there. he also rebuilt the inn that collapsed on top of him back then, and this time it's actually finished. he got a local business manager to help run the place and they export animal products and crops all over Copalli. the inn is booming. it's great.
all is well.
except now it's his birthday and Law is just trying to go about his business like he doesn't know that, strapping on his fancy wolf gauntlets and shouldering a big pack of supplies to go make some delivery trips to the other cities. nothin' to see here, not ya lil dude all growed up, a solid 5'9" (and a half) with some cool tribal tats done over his wyvern scars and something of a more mature countenance, buuuuuttt still the dweebo dorkus doofus meathead he's always been.
ANYWAY, THIS IS #LATERGRAM INCENSEDVERSE. medallion him, meet him at any of the cities, fight monsters together on the road, pretend there was a party planned that he's trying to sneak out of showing up to, WHATEVER WORKS. ]
anyway, it's a few months later and Law lives in Tikal again, down at the bottom of the crater. they've built bridges and pulleys aboveground, as well as created a system to keep the crater from filling with water when it rains. although most of his farm was lost during Tikal's fall, he's rebuilt it bigger and better than ever and repopulated it with even more chickens, hogs, cows and even a few semi-domesticated mist monsters. there's also proper crops, probably due in part to at least one friend or another planting on the huge expanse of land he's set up there. he also rebuilt the inn that collapsed on top of him back then, and this time it's actually finished. he got a local business manager to help run the place and they export animal products and crops all over Copalli. the inn is booming. it's great.
all is well.
except now it's his birthday and Law is just trying to go about his business like he doesn't know that, strapping on his fancy wolf gauntlets and shouldering a big pack of supplies to go make some delivery trips to the other cities. nothin' to see here, not ya lil dude all growed up, a solid 5'9" (and a half) with some cool tribal tats done over his wyvern scars and something of a more mature countenance, buuuuuttt still the dweebo dorkus doofus meathead he's always been.
ANYWAY, THIS IS #LATERGRAM INCENSEDVERSE. medallion him, meet him at any of the cities, fight monsters together on the road, pretend there was a party planned that he's trying to sneak out of showing up to, WHATEVER WORKS. ]
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Date: 2023-01-18 08:37 pm (UTC)But he sure as hell isn't saying no to the way Law moves to cradle Gladio's face. The effect is immediate — Law's thumb brushes over his cheek and the scar running through it, and the Shield-turned-Behemoth presses further into his touch like some sort of needy, touch-starved animal desperate for the smallest shred of affection. It's not even like he's lacking it in the long run, it's more... Six, it's complicated. Did his father ever have moments like this with his mother? He knows his parents were affectionate towards one another, but he doesn't... He doesn't know if Clarus struggled. He doesn't know if it's a Shield thing or strictly a Gladio-Thing. Still, it's not outright stopping him from seeking it out.
He doesn't have it in him to dive head-first into the next kiss Law plants on him. Law takes the lead on that those ones and for once Gladio is more than content to go along with it, fingers squeezing just above his nape after the second. And the third. Gladio even starts to tilt his chin up for a forth but as he does Law starts to speak, making him pause to try and decipher it. Safe to say that first part is entirely lost on him outside of the "you", and the second half... He still doesn't get it but the feeling is there which is really the most important part and with how slowly Law says it? By gods does Gladio try. ]
Inedible.
[ Gladio utters it so confidently with that stupid ass grin of his. Remember kids, the keyword was: try. ]
Did I say it right?
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Date: 2023-01-19 01:55 am (UTC)It hardly feels like it makes sense to laugh after something like this (although frankly he isn't sure why he thinks that—maybe just because it's supposed to be a big deal, because the afterglow is intense and almost as heated as the sex had been, just in a different sort of way), but he can't help it when Gladio grins at him like that or when he butchers that word the best possible way he could've. Law's nose wrinkles as he grins back, the kind of smile that stretches across his whole face, and even if his shoulders only slightly shake with a not-quite-there sound, the amusement's still pretty clear. Who the hell cares about decorum when they can just be themselves, anyway? ]
Yeah, I dunno about that one.
[ Haha get it because........... put that on the mental checklist for next time. He... did say there would be a next time, already, right? So it's not weird of him to assume? God, he's way too out of it for any kind of worrying and fussing like that right now. His fingers slide down to tweak Gladio's chin, knuckles brushing against his beard. ]
In-CRED-ible. Amazing. Stupendous. Fantastic. A knockout. Next-level. Ten outta ten, no notes. That all means really good.
[ The overused good is starting to wear out its welcome, but it can have one last outing, he guesses. ]
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Date: 2023-01-19 03:07 am (UTC)No wonder he winds up with a case of the giggles. The last time anyone had taken such a cheap shot at his weak spots had been Iris and that was only because she knew where all of his were courtesy of what she dubbed "sister privilege". To think that Law could find one so easily damn near leaves him flustered in a good way. To Gladio, it means that what they've got is natural. Like two pieces that were meant to fit together. Like what he's got with the others, only without any of the crippling weight of the world resting upon their shoulders. ]
Really good? For all I know you could be sayin' that I smell. Or countin' somethin'.
[ He even goes as far as to repeat some of them — poorly — and it only makes Gladio laugh that much harder. Knockout is one he definitely botches, but it doesn't bother him in the slightest. If anything it only makes him tilt his head down to clumsily press a kiss to the ends of Law's fingers, the rest of him shifting underneath so he can tangle their legs together. One of Gladio's slots neatly between Law's, and his free one simply presses against a calf. That's better. Once he's got the both of them all nice and situated Gladio settles back and shuts his eyes for a few moments, the only signs that he's still conscious being the half-laughs, the content smile that Law winds up pulling out of him, and the steady rub of his hand up and down his back from nape-to-tail. Eventually he finds his words again and his voice is low, just above a murmur. ]
...I meant it, you know. 'bout not knowing what I'd do if... You know. This is fun. You're fun. I honestly can't remember the last time I've been able to be me in this world, y'know? I've spent the better part of a year tryin' to protect people—us—and the months before that were just... shitty. Not all of it, but towards the end it was bad. Then we all wound up here 'n I started turning into the sort of thing we'd hunt for a quick gil and I thought... I dunno. You're makin' me see that it's not all bad, though. You still... You like me. You ain't afraid of it, 'n you haven't even seen it yet, and I...
[ Six, he's babbling. Gladio seems to realize this and for a moment he bites at his bottom lip as a sort of distraction, then angles his head to kiss Law's fingers again. ]
Blondie was a dumbass to let you go. To not see what was right in front of him.