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cawnviction) wrote2015-11-07 05:49 pm
cawnviction) wrote2015-11-07 05:49 pm
[NSFW] WIP
Note: This is basically a snapshot of some of the memories Crow will recall once he believes he's lived in Ryslig all this time. I know I've marked this as NSFW because there are sex scenes but the smut is mostly an excuse for me to make really stupid jokes about bird anatomy so don't expect this shit to be titillating.
And because most of you who've wandered in here for some reason are going to be more familiar with Crow's merperson appearance, please note that Crow is a harpy in all of this. The entire premise of his Ryslig memories is founded upon the idea that he was originally born a harpy but was changed into a merperson.
Content Warning for death, gore, underage (furry???) sex and suicidal actions. This is not at all a happy story.
[blah blah leaving team sat things i guess]
Crow doesn't remember how he ends up in bed shirtless with an older girl naked in his arms. He vaguely remembers, you look sad and here, let me show you something that'll cheer you right up and I promise you'll have a good time.
It frankly sounds sketchy and suspicious but honestly Crow can't bring himself to care, not when this girl's in his lap, hands running through his headfeathers as he rests the side of his face against her breasts and cries with hiccupping sobs into them. Her voice is quiet in his ears and he shivers, leaning in when she presses her fingers at the junction where his neck joins his head, rubbing soothing circles beneath his feathers that results in his mouth falling open in dumb bliss.
"Let me make it better," she murmurs, tilting his head up and sealing his lips with hers. Her tongue is soft and delicate as it slides into his mouth, and he moans into her mouth as her fingertips brush away his tears.
His breathing evens out, the ache in his chest teased away by her roaming hands. He's only dimly aware of where this is going, and he'd always been curious, but Crow also has no idea what he should be doing with his hands so he rests them on her hips as he leans forward to kiss her this time, mirroring what she'd done for him. Closing his eyes, Crow leans into her touch, back arching as her hands slide lower and lower until one touches his crotch and he jerks, as if jolted by electricity, before rubbing himself right up against her hand.
It takes him a long moment to realise she isn't doing anything.
He opens his eyes to see a frown on her expression as she stares her hand pressed firmly between his legs. "Uh. Why'd you... stop?" He hates how shaky his voice comes out. He takes a breath and says more evenly, "Is something wrong?"
Her gaze snaps back up to his face. "Aren't you supposed to have, you know?" She makes a circle with her hand and jerks. At his blank look, she snaps, "A dick." Rolling her eyes, she continues, "You're a guy, aren't you?"
Crow's cheeks colour. He faintly recalls the Talk Martha had given in the orphanage and his burning embarrassment when he eventually admitted he had no idea what she'd been talking about the entire time because he...
This time, Crow swaps out embarrassment for irritation, annoyance, hurt. "Yes, I'm a guy. But I'm a harpy, a bird." The wings on his back flare out for emphasis. "Most birds don't have dicks."
"Oh." The girl looks away, hand withdrawing to rest at his hip. "That's... disappointing. I was expecting..." she trails off.
Crow nearly jostles her off his lap when he gestures wildly. "It's not like there's nothing. I have a cloaca!"
He knows what it's called, he'd looked it up!! In a library!!! While trying not to die of embarrassment. But it's not like he had his flock to teach him any more and Martha had been so baffled by his non-human anatomy that he didn't want to ask her to help him work it out.
The girl's gaze slides away as she clambers off him, hey wait what, where's she going? Crow stares as she reaches for her clothes, his chest aching. "Look," she begins, looking everywhere except for him, "it's been fun, but..." No, why? Didn't she make a promise!? "I think you should leave."
......No, he's too tired to care about arguing with a stranger. He's had enough arguments today.
"...Fine." Crow grinds his teeth, rising from the bed, trying his hardest to hold back the water threatening to leak out of his eyes. He won't give her that satisfaction of watching him cry again. "Fine, I'll go."
Not even bothering with his clothes, he storms over to the window, slams it open, and leaps, wings carrying him skyward. He flies until he lands in some other back alley far, far away from the trashy apartment block he'd escaped, a cat yowling at him from the trash before it runs away.
Punching the wall doesn't make Crow feel any better.
But sneaking into the apartment to steal back his clothes does.
[ooh mr pearson ooh SWOON]
[oh wait he's dead too NVM]
But that was when Crow met him.
[crow has a good time doing stuff]
"This is awesome!" Crow whoops, grinning wildly.
"Careful," Pearson warns, though Crow can hear the smile in his voice. "Your wings."
"Oh." Crow hadn't even realised he'd let them flare out in his excitement. He tucks his wings back into their usual folded position at his back before tightening his grip around Pearson's waist as he accelerates. Leaning the side of his head against Pearson's back, he closes his eyes for a brief, blissful moment.
One day he'll have a license and bring Pearson on a ride on his own motorbike, to show off how much he's learnt from the man, his hero.
But that dream soon goes up in flames.
He can barely pick out Blackbird from the rest of the burnt out wreckage, her yellow paint covered in soot and ash. Crow doesn't want to look and see every detail -- shriveled and cracked skin, hair peeling from his scalp -- to Pearson's dead body.
Maybe if he'd been a gargoyle like Yusei, immune to fire, maybe he would've been able to save him.
Crow turns and leaves with a strong beat of his wings, cooling embers flickering at the back of his eyelids.
[this one is after kiryu gets taken by the cops]
Crow isn't even surprised when the guy all over him suddenly stops when his hand dips between Crow's legs and grasps at nothing but feathers.
"Huh." The stranger blinks. Crow groans, head hitting the back of the mattress in his exasperation, knowing what's going to follow when the other guy lifts his hand and stares at it. "Where's your di--"
"I don't have one." Crow nearly puts his foot through the headboard when he kicks at it irritably. The stranger takes Crow's barely controlled lashing with a surprisingly patient expression. "Does anyone in this city know anything about birds!?"
"I uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh thought you'd be like, you know. A duck. And kinda..." the guy makes a spiralling motion with his finger. "I was looking forward to that. Would've been real neat."
"Yeah well, I'm not. A duck. What part of this says duck to you!?" Crow lets out an irritated growl, teeth clicking together in annoyance before he sighs. "Look. Sorry to disappoint." Again. Crow's gaze slides away as he struggles to sit up with the other guy tangled in his legs. "I'm not what you wanted so I'll just..." Crow's shoulders shake. "...go."
Crow finds himself suddenly seized by the waist, eliciting a startled squawk when he's turned around and his tail feathers lifted up, strong hands firmly on his hips.
"Boy, so long as you've got a hole, I'm up for filling it."
...oh.
When Crow wakes in the morning, the bed is empty and the scent of frying bacon reaches his nostrils. Uncurling, Crow stretches his wings before tucking them back in their usual position on his back, gaze hovering over his stray feathers on the bedsheets. It's not difficult to remember what had caused them to dislodge in the first place, and a part of him wants to experience that again. But... no. Lingering for longer's just... running away from things, isn't it? It's easy to get lost in things that feel good now, but does nothing for the long term.
He could just... leave. That's normal for one-night stands, right? The window looks large enough to squeeze through and he doesn't need much to pick the lock if he needs to.
Crow's stomach lets out an unhappy growl.
He... doesn't really have anywhere to go for food. With Kiryu gone and his shame too great to return to Martha's, there's just very few options of places to go. And... seeing Yusei and Jack right now would just rub the hurt over what happened to their leader raw. Sometimes there is such thing as needing time away from friends, brothers.
Staying for breakfast... that's alright, isn't it? It's better than having to either scrounge up something off the streets, or scrounge up money to buy something decent.
Crow leans over the edge of the bed and picks his clothes off the floor, pulling them on to get dressed before wandering out of the room, talons quietly clicking on floorboards. He peers around the corner to spot the stranger in the kitchen, clearly cooking. There's two plates laid out on the table, currently empty. Crow had been expecting just one.
Honestly... he doesn't even remember the guy's name. Bob? Ben? Brad? It's definitely something starting with B. Crow feels a little guilty, considering how well he's been treated all this time. There's some part of Crow whispers from the corners of his mind, says he's too young for all this. But that's silly; 15 is the marrying age.
Crow rubs at his arms and steps out. "Hey." There isn't really any way for him to make this any less awkward.
"Hey." The other guy's still as friendly as ever. Crow relaxes. "How're you feeling? Better?"
"...Yeah." Crow's surprised to realise that it's true. He doesn't know how he feels about that.
The guy smiles slowly, the corners of his mouth turning up before his eyes gleam. He turns back to his pan. "Great." He turns and scrapes slices of bacon from his pan onto one of the plates, and then the second, without Crow prompting. "You looked like you needed to have a good time."
"It was," he blurts out before he can stop himself. "Uh. Good, that is."
"I'm glad. No one wants to be told they're an awful lay."
The guy scrapes egg onto the plates nudges one towards Crow, and they sit at the table and eat breakfast together. Crow doesn't talk about himself, thinking about that makes his gaze skitter to the side, but he quietly listens to this guy chatter, in his slow, plodding way. He's oddly honest, sincere when he talks about his work as a bartender. He moves with purpose, strength behind his actions, and when Crow looks up into the guy's eyes, he thinks, maybe, maybe, it doesn't have to end here.
They finish their breakfast and the guy walks Crow to his front door. Once Crow's outside, the guy says, "Hey."
Crow turns.
The guy's leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed and a quietly amused expression on his face. "If you ever want another round, you know where to find me."
Crow nods and feels something in his chest tighten.
But he never comes back. Crow's sure the guy understands.
[i'm sure i can fit a cock joke somewhere in here]
He knows a guy who knows a guy who knows a werewolf. And its the werewolf who leads him to the people who killed his kids.
One makes it out, coughing and spluttering through the smoke. Crow wastes no time snatching the man up and lifting him high into the air. The man's screaming is cut off by his coughs, his struggles in Crow's arms weak from the smoke inhalation.
[blhdaf]
"But you don't deserve to know why this is happening to you and your friends." Crow drops the man, his screams fading the farther he falls. "Go burn in hell."
He doesn't look away when the man hits the burning building.
There's no one left.
Crow leaps into the air, wings flapping hard as he rises high above the sea. Once he starts feeling the air grow thin and his lungs struggle, Crow turns sharply and descends. Tucking his wings close to his body, Crow streaks downwards, pushing himself to go faster and faster and FASTER until he's going too fast for air to form and cushion his impact with the sea.
His neck buckles, bubbles rush past
water fills his lungs and
his eyes
fall
shut
...
..
.
He never expected to open his eyes again.
And because most of you who've wandered in here for some reason are going to be more familiar with Crow's merperson appearance, please note that Crow is a harpy in all of this. The entire premise of his Ryslig memories is founded upon the idea that he was originally born a harpy but was changed into a merperson.
Content Warning for death, gore, underage (furry???) sex and suicidal actions. This is not at all a happy story.
[blah blah leaving team sat things i guess]
Crow doesn't remember how he ends up in bed shirtless with an older girl naked in his arms. He vaguely remembers, you look sad and here, let me show you something that'll cheer you right up and I promise you'll have a good time.
It frankly sounds sketchy and suspicious but honestly Crow can't bring himself to care, not when this girl's in his lap, hands running through his headfeathers as he rests the side of his face against her breasts and cries with hiccupping sobs into them. Her voice is quiet in his ears and he shivers, leaning in when she presses her fingers at the junction where his neck joins his head, rubbing soothing circles beneath his feathers that results in his mouth falling open in dumb bliss.
"Let me make it better," she murmurs, tilting his head up and sealing his lips with hers. Her tongue is soft and delicate as it slides into his mouth, and he moans into her mouth as her fingertips brush away his tears.
His breathing evens out, the ache in his chest teased away by her roaming hands. He's only dimly aware of where this is going, and he'd always been curious, but Crow also has no idea what he should be doing with his hands so he rests them on her hips as he leans forward to kiss her this time, mirroring what she'd done for him. Closing his eyes, Crow leans into her touch, back arching as her hands slide lower and lower until one touches his crotch and he jerks, as if jolted by electricity, before rubbing himself right up against her hand.
It takes him a long moment to realise she isn't doing anything.
He opens his eyes to see a frown on her expression as she stares her hand pressed firmly between his legs. "Uh. Why'd you... stop?" He hates how shaky his voice comes out. He takes a breath and says more evenly, "Is something wrong?"
Her gaze snaps back up to his face. "Aren't you supposed to have, you know?" She makes a circle with her hand and jerks. At his blank look, she snaps, "A dick." Rolling her eyes, she continues, "You're a guy, aren't you?"
Crow's cheeks colour. He faintly recalls the Talk Martha had given in the orphanage and his burning embarrassment when he eventually admitted he had no idea what she'd been talking about the entire time because he...
This time, Crow swaps out embarrassment for irritation, annoyance, hurt. "Yes, I'm a guy. But I'm a harpy, a bird." The wings on his back flare out for emphasis. "Most birds don't have dicks."
"Oh." The girl looks away, hand withdrawing to rest at his hip. "That's... disappointing. I was expecting..." she trails off.
Crow nearly jostles her off his lap when he gestures wildly. "It's not like there's nothing. I have a cloaca!"
He knows what it's called, he'd looked it up!! In a library!!! While trying not to die of embarrassment. But it's not like he had his flock to teach him any more and Martha had been so baffled by his non-human anatomy that he didn't want to ask her to help him work it out.
The girl's gaze slides away as she clambers off him, hey wait what, where's she going? Crow stares as she reaches for her clothes, his chest aching. "Look," she begins, looking everywhere except for him, "it's been fun, but..." No, why? Didn't she make a promise!? "I think you should leave."
......No, he's too tired to care about arguing with a stranger. He's had enough arguments today.
"...Fine." Crow grinds his teeth, rising from the bed, trying his hardest to hold back the water threatening to leak out of his eyes. He won't give her that satisfaction of watching him cry again. "Fine, I'll go."
Not even bothering with his clothes, he storms over to the window, slams it open, and leaps, wings carrying him skyward. He flies until he lands in some other back alley far, far away from the trashy apartment block he'd escaped, a cat yowling at him from the trash before it runs away.
Punching the wall doesn't make Crow feel any better.
But sneaking into the apartment to steal back his clothes does.
[ooh mr pearson ooh SWOON]
[oh wait he's dead too NVM]
But that was when Crow met him.
[crow has a good time doing stuff]
"This is awesome!" Crow whoops, grinning wildly.
"Careful," Pearson warns, though Crow can hear the smile in his voice. "Your wings."
"Oh." Crow hadn't even realised he'd let them flare out in his excitement. He tucks his wings back into their usual folded position at his back before tightening his grip around Pearson's waist as he accelerates. Leaning the side of his head against Pearson's back, he closes his eyes for a brief, blissful moment.
One day he'll have a license and bring Pearson on a ride on his own motorbike, to show off how much he's learnt from the man, his hero.
But that dream soon goes up in flames.
He can barely pick out Blackbird from the rest of the burnt out wreckage, her yellow paint covered in soot and ash. Crow doesn't want to look and see every detail -- shriveled and cracked skin, hair peeling from his scalp -- to Pearson's dead body.
Maybe if he'd been a gargoyle like Yusei, immune to fire, maybe he would've been able to save him.
Crow turns and leaves with a strong beat of his wings, cooling embers flickering at the back of his eyelids.
[this one is after kiryu gets taken by the cops]
Crow isn't even surprised when the guy all over him suddenly stops when his hand dips between Crow's legs and grasps at nothing but feathers.
"Huh." The stranger blinks. Crow groans, head hitting the back of the mattress in his exasperation, knowing what's going to follow when the other guy lifts his hand and stares at it. "Where's your di--"
"I don't have one." Crow nearly puts his foot through the headboard when he kicks at it irritably. The stranger takes Crow's barely controlled lashing with a surprisingly patient expression. "Does anyone in this city know anything about birds!?"
"I uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh thought you'd be like, you know. A duck. And kinda..." the guy makes a spiralling motion with his finger. "I was looking forward to that. Would've been real neat."
"Yeah well, I'm not. A duck. What part of this says duck to you!?" Crow lets out an irritated growl, teeth clicking together in annoyance before he sighs. "Look. Sorry to disappoint." Again. Crow's gaze slides away as he struggles to sit up with the other guy tangled in his legs. "I'm not what you wanted so I'll just..." Crow's shoulders shake. "...go."
Crow finds himself suddenly seized by the waist, eliciting a startled squawk when he's turned around and his tail feathers lifted up, strong hands firmly on his hips.
"Boy, so long as you've got a hole, I'm up for filling it."
...oh.
When Crow wakes in the morning, the bed is empty and the scent of frying bacon reaches his nostrils. Uncurling, Crow stretches his wings before tucking them back in their usual position on his back, gaze hovering over his stray feathers on the bedsheets. It's not difficult to remember what had caused them to dislodge in the first place, and a part of him wants to experience that again. But... no. Lingering for longer's just... running away from things, isn't it? It's easy to get lost in things that feel good now, but does nothing for the long term.
He could just... leave. That's normal for one-night stands, right? The window looks large enough to squeeze through and he doesn't need much to pick the lock if he needs to.
Crow's stomach lets out an unhappy growl.
He... doesn't really have anywhere to go for food. With Kiryu gone and his shame too great to return to Martha's, there's just very few options of places to go. And... seeing Yusei and Jack right now would just rub the hurt over what happened to their leader raw. Sometimes there is such thing as needing time away from friends, brothers.
Staying for breakfast... that's alright, isn't it? It's better than having to either scrounge up something off the streets, or scrounge up money to buy something decent.
Crow leans over the edge of the bed and picks his clothes off the floor, pulling them on to get dressed before wandering out of the room, talons quietly clicking on floorboards. He peers around the corner to spot the stranger in the kitchen, clearly cooking. There's two plates laid out on the table, currently empty. Crow had been expecting just one.
Honestly... he doesn't even remember the guy's name. Bob? Ben? Brad? It's definitely something starting with B. Crow feels a little guilty, considering how well he's been treated all this time. There's some part of Crow whispers from the corners of his mind, says he's too young for all this. But that's silly; 15 is the marrying age.
Crow rubs at his arms and steps out. "Hey." There isn't really any way for him to make this any less awkward.
"Hey." The other guy's still as friendly as ever. Crow relaxes. "How're you feeling? Better?"
"...Yeah." Crow's surprised to realise that it's true. He doesn't know how he feels about that.
The guy smiles slowly, the corners of his mouth turning up before his eyes gleam. He turns back to his pan. "Great." He turns and scrapes slices of bacon from his pan onto one of the plates, and then the second, without Crow prompting. "You looked like you needed to have a good time."
"It was," he blurts out before he can stop himself. "Uh. Good, that is."
"I'm glad. No one wants to be told they're an awful lay."
The guy scrapes egg onto the plates nudges one towards Crow, and they sit at the table and eat breakfast together. Crow doesn't talk about himself, thinking about that makes his gaze skitter to the side, but he quietly listens to this guy chatter, in his slow, plodding way. He's oddly honest, sincere when he talks about his work as a bartender. He moves with purpose, strength behind his actions, and when Crow looks up into the guy's eyes, he thinks, maybe, maybe, it doesn't have to end here.
They finish their breakfast and the guy walks Crow to his front door. Once Crow's outside, the guy says, "Hey."
Crow turns.
The guy's leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed and a quietly amused expression on his face. "If you ever want another round, you know where to find me."
Crow nods and feels something in his chest tighten.
But he never comes back. Crow's sure the guy understands.
[i'm sure i can fit a cock joke somewhere in here]
He knows a guy who knows a guy who knows a werewolf. And its the werewolf who leads him to the people who killed his kids.
One makes it out, coughing and spluttering through the smoke. Crow wastes no time snatching the man up and lifting him high into the air. The man's screaming is cut off by his coughs, his struggles in Crow's arms weak from the smoke inhalation.
[blhdaf]
"But you don't deserve to know why this is happening to you and your friends." Crow drops the man, his screams fading the farther he falls. "Go burn in hell."
He doesn't look away when the man hits the burning building.
There's no one left.
Crow leaps into the air, wings flapping hard as he rises high above the sea. Once he starts feeling the air grow thin and his lungs struggle, Crow turns sharply and descends. Tucking his wings close to his body, Crow streaks downwards, pushing himself to go faster and faster and FASTER until he's going too fast for air to form and cushion his impact with the sea.
His neck buckles, bubbles rush past
water fills his lungs and
his eyes
fall
shut
...
..
.
He never expected to open his eyes again.