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+S to Z › Trinity Blood
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
25
Views:
5,396
Reviews:
75
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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For What It's Worth
“Abel?”
Abel seemed to be hearing the voice from very far away.
“Abel? You need to wake up now.”
A bit closer this time but still far enough away that Abel rolled over and snuggled firmly against the person lying next to him instead of bothering to wake up fully.
“Hmnwhuizzit?” he mumbled, earning a deep chuckle from Gun.
“I think you at least need to finish eating and then take a bath, Abel. Can you hear me?”
“Mmmhmm.” Eyelids lifted barely enough to show the tiniest hint of blue before closing completely again.
Gun smiled down at the half sleeping form and shook his head. He knew how out of it Abel had to be after a blessing from the Mothers, having had one himself. However, it had taken a slightly different form of release in energy with him and Hunter. Where Abel was sleepy and totally out of it, they had been hyperaware of everything and everyone within a fifty mile radius. Thank the Divine they had been somewhere safe and away from outside influences or it would have likely driven both of them mad. Gun had often wondered if it had been an extreme manifestation of the telepathic gifts they’d inherited from their father. At any rate, coming down from that much of a high had been uncomfortable to say the least.
His lips twitched and he cast a mischievous glance at Abel once again, having a truly wicked thought that might benefit the two of them. There were times when Hunt truly rubbed off on him or perhaps he kept that side of his personality in check more because someone had to exhibit good sense occasionally out of the two of them.
He managed to maneuver himself off of the bed without disturbing Abel further, figuring he would do that enough later. He walked into the massive bathroom and turned on the taps to the tub, filling it with hot water and smiling a little to himself. A bath was always a good thing, he though, letting a thousand and one extremely unangelic thoughts wind their way through his mind.
***
“Princess,” Tres began upon seeing Takara come into their rooms looking very flushed and extremely pleased with herself. “Dare I ask what has occurred to put you in such a good mood?”
“Oh, a little of this and that,” she said, smiling over one shoulder at him as she rummaged around to find nightclothes. “Mostly administering a little correction to a mistake in attitude on the part of my slave. But overall, nothing to really worry about.”
“Which of them was it and what was the infraction?” Tres asked, eyes narrowed as though he had a perfectly good idea of who it was and if not the specifics of what had happened then the general idea of what might have.
Takara turned around fully and looked thoughtfully at Tres for a moment. She knew he was incredibly protective of the Cardinal, however, she didn’t think Catarina really needed protection from Isaak if what she’d felt from both of them was any indication. But explaining that to Tres might take a year.
“I’ll tell you on one condition, my love,” she said.
“Which is?”
“That you don’t instantly go out the door with the intent to shuffle one of my slaves loose his mortal coil. Or immortal one as the case with this one happens to be.”
“Why do I have the feeling I’m going to be most unhappy about this, Princess?” Tres said, eyes narrowing suspiciously.
Takara sighed. “Buzzkill. I’m reluctant to tell you because you probably will be unhappy about it.”
***
Abel stirred slightly upon feeling something soft and light brush up his arm then across his cheek.
“Abel?”
“Hmmnn?” he said sleepily, opening his eyes slightly and finding himself nose to nose with Gun.
“Wake up time, love. You need to finish eating and get a bath before going back to sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a long day and we can’t have you up at three in the morning tomorrow because you slept the evening away today.”
***
Reicher growled and shot straight up from where he’d been lounging on the couch, earning an odd look from his husband. He had felt a familiar energy signature coming from Circe’s rooms, not anything unusual within itself but it belonged to someone who had been warned to stay away from her.
“Verdammt bastard,” he said, eyes narrowing so he could focus his gifts.
Cain suddenly staggered back from Circe, clutching his head.
“It seems . . . that we’ll have to . . . continue . . . this at a . . . later time, Sorceress,” he said, looking blearily at her as more and more pain mounted and shot through his head.
You were warned before, scum. Stirb!”
Excruciating pain shot through his body and Cain barely mustered the strength to phase himself out of harm’s way. Every nerve ending felt as though it had been flayed and torn apart bit by tiny bit as he touched down inside of his own rooms. He panted and clutched at the bedpost for support before swinging around it to fall face first into the softness of the mattress. He lay there for a moment staring sightlessly at the covers before taking a shuddering and painful deep breath. Mastermind was truly worthy to carry that codename, he thought to himself. He would have to plan his next move on Circe much more carefully and make certain she was no where near her fathers. The thought briefly crossed his mind of giving up on her all together but really where was the satisfaction if something was too easy.
He rolled over and smiled slightly when catching sight of Lilith’s head in a sealed case sitting on his dresser.
“Your queen is dead, brother dear. But mine is very much alive. I’ll not give her up as easily as you did yours.”
Abel seemed to be hearing the voice from very far away.
“Abel? You need to wake up now.”
A bit closer this time but still far enough away that Abel rolled over and snuggled firmly against the person lying next to him instead of bothering to wake up fully.
“Hmnwhuizzit?” he mumbled, earning a deep chuckle from Gun.
“I think you at least need to finish eating and then take a bath, Abel. Can you hear me?”
“Mmmhmm.” Eyelids lifted barely enough to show the tiniest hint of blue before closing completely again.
Gun smiled down at the half sleeping form and shook his head. He knew how out of it Abel had to be after a blessing from the Mothers, having had one himself. However, it had taken a slightly different form of release in energy with him and Hunter. Where Abel was sleepy and totally out of it, they had been hyperaware of everything and everyone within a fifty mile radius. Thank the Divine they had been somewhere safe and away from outside influences or it would have likely driven both of them mad. Gun had often wondered if it had been an extreme manifestation of the telepathic gifts they’d inherited from their father. At any rate, coming down from that much of a high had been uncomfortable to say the least.
His lips twitched and he cast a mischievous glance at Abel once again, having a truly wicked thought that might benefit the two of them. There were times when Hunt truly rubbed off on him or perhaps he kept that side of his personality in check more because someone had to exhibit good sense occasionally out of the two of them.
He managed to maneuver himself off of the bed without disturbing Abel further, figuring he would do that enough later. He walked into the massive bathroom and turned on the taps to the tub, filling it with hot water and smiling a little to himself. A bath was always a good thing, he though, letting a thousand and one extremely unangelic thoughts wind their way through his mind.
***
“Princess,” Tres began upon seeing Takara come into their rooms looking very flushed and extremely pleased with herself. “Dare I ask what has occurred to put you in such a good mood?”
“Oh, a little of this and that,” she said, smiling over one shoulder at him as she rummaged around to find nightclothes. “Mostly administering a little correction to a mistake in attitude on the part of my slave. But overall, nothing to really worry about.”
“Which of them was it and what was the infraction?” Tres asked, eyes narrowed as though he had a perfectly good idea of who it was and if not the specifics of what had happened then the general idea of what might have.
Takara turned around fully and looked thoughtfully at Tres for a moment. She knew he was incredibly protective of the Cardinal, however, she didn’t think Catarina really needed protection from Isaak if what she’d felt from both of them was any indication. But explaining that to Tres might take a year.
“I’ll tell you on one condition, my love,” she said.
“Which is?”
“That you don’t instantly go out the door with the intent to shuffle one of my slaves loose his mortal coil. Or immortal one as the case with this one happens to be.”
“Why do I have the feeling I’m going to be most unhappy about this, Princess?” Tres said, eyes narrowing suspiciously.
Takara sighed. “Buzzkill. I’m reluctant to tell you because you probably will be unhappy about it.”
***
Abel stirred slightly upon feeling something soft and light brush up his arm then across his cheek.
“Abel?”
“Hmmnn?” he said sleepily, opening his eyes slightly and finding himself nose to nose with Gun.
“Wake up time, love. You need to finish eating and get a bath before going back to sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a long day and we can’t have you up at three in the morning tomorrow because you slept the evening away today.”
***
Reicher growled and shot straight up from where he’d been lounging on the couch, earning an odd look from his husband. He had felt a familiar energy signature coming from Circe’s rooms, not anything unusual within itself but it belonged to someone who had been warned to stay away from her.
“Verdammt bastard,” he said, eyes narrowing so he could focus his gifts.
Cain suddenly staggered back from Circe, clutching his head.
“It seems . . . that we’ll have to . . . continue . . . this at a . . . later time, Sorceress,” he said, looking blearily at her as more and more pain mounted and shot through his head.
You were warned before, scum. Stirb!”
Excruciating pain shot through his body and Cain barely mustered the strength to phase himself out of harm’s way. Every nerve ending felt as though it had been flayed and torn apart bit by tiny bit as he touched down inside of his own rooms. He panted and clutched at the bedpost for support before swinging around it to fall face first into the softness of the mattress. He lay there for a moment staring sightlessly at the covers before taking a shuddering and painful deep breath. Mastermind was truly worthy to carry that codename, he thought to himself. He would have to plan his next move on Circe much more carefully and make certain she was no where near her fathers. The thought briefly crossed his mind of giving up on her all together but really where was the satisfaction if something was too easy.
He rolled over and smiled slightly when catching sight of Lilith’s head in a sealed case sitting on his dresser.
“Your queen is dead, brother dear. But mine is very much alive. I’ll not give her up as easily as you did yours.”