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 [m] dissolve me, cw: sexual content
33 | Fringe | Anarchists
Bane
Bodyguard Hawai'i Spoken For Played by Shawna
shipper muse dragots 12350

Please trust me.

No.

Her words echoed for eternity, drowning out everything else. Had he just lost her?

Before he could think about jumping out of the van and chasing after her, the truck swerved around a corner and she was far out of sight. He wanted to call out after her, but she was too stubborn to listen to his cries. The truck pulled up to the hotel, one passenger less than it should have had, and Bane begrudgingly got out.

⫷⫸

He made camp in the lobby. He would stay there until the hotel staff figured out a way to kick him out. Until then, when she wasn't strong enough to ignore him, the fiery glares he got as Selene made her way in and out of the building were bearable. He held a glimmer of hope that the wordlessness between them was not permanent - that one day she would look past his pathetic attempts at redemption and see his loyalty instead.

He was no doubt hurting her business. After two days, it had become apparent that he wasn't moving, and the lobby quickly became an unwelcome place for any other guests. The wait staff did what they could to restrict him, but one broken arm was enough to force them to choose between Bane's wrath and the risk of being fired. His body odor slowly returned, the dried blood on his shirt pungent with salt and iron. The key she had given him met him only with a red-lit buzz when he tried it in the door. Unable to change or shower, his transformation began to hint at the man that he had been before she entered his life. After five days, resolution and frustration began to counter each other. Selene's glares never wavered, and he was growing impatient.

Then he was gone. The dent in the cushion was the only reminder of where he had been. Once it had been turned over, his presence was just a fading memory.

⫷⫸

The wizards who had attacked them were hard to find. Bane barely knew where to start. The connections he had to the wizarding world were dwindling at best. He had run in entirely different circles, and what few informants he would be able to find would not be able to provide him with anything useful. There was, however, one other person who might be able to help him. The Head of Investigations had seen him that night on the balcony. He knew who Bane worked for, and luckily didn’t know of the events that had transpired in the van on their way away from the gala.

He was a difficult man to get a hold of. Bane, with no credentials to his name and a implicit fear of MACUSA, struggled to get an appointment, but his persistence was well-rewarded. One violent threat later, and Bane had gotten everything he could from the man. The crimson robes and golden insignia were the uniform of Hungarian Aurors.

Two days and a number of broken bones later and Bane had found them. Five men hiding out, still on the hunt for his precious vampire. It would be easiest to take them out one at a time.

As he stalked them, it was apparent that there was a leader among them. The man who had spoken to Selene, making ill-advised demands of her, was in charge. Without needing to understand what they were saying, it was clear enough to Bane. They rarely left their dwelling all together, always leaving someone behind to guard their work until they were ready to attack her again.

The first two were easy. No need for magic or intimidation. As they left the building, Bane emerged from the shadows and quickly and quietly snapped their necks, leaving their bodies disposed behind a dumpster. The others would prove to be more difficult. After realizing their comrades had been murdered, and likely suspecting it had been Selene, they remained vigilant. The idea of sneaking up on them was soon lost. Bane would have to fight.

As a church bell somewhere in the city striked two, Bane knocked the door down, his staff at the ready to take care of the man on watch. He knew better than to use the killing curse. The last thing he needed was more authorities after him. Blood seeped from the wounds he inflicted on the man, and a resounding stomp of his foot was enough to deal the final blow, a smattering of hair and skull and brain seeping into the cream carpet.

The final two had risen from their sleep, clearly trained to be able to attack at any moment. Their spells were nearly worthless as they watched the giant bludgeon their colleague, before turning to face them. Bane knew he wouldn’t emerge from this fight unscathed, but his only thoughts were of Selene.

The fight was even. The men had gotten a taste of what Bane was capable of the week prior, but now, two against one, they were able to see his true strength. He barged forward, a flurry of spells and fists, rapidly becoming soaked in a mix of blood. The second auror soon lay mangled on the floor with the third, and Bane was faced with the final man. He stared him down - the man who had caused the whole series of events to unfold. The man responsible for wedging a canyon between Bane and the woman that he so eagerly wanted to serve. As Bane blocked the door from any possible escape, the auror soon learned that he would be paying for what he had done.

Guttural roars filled the room as Bane lunged for the man. The auror’s spells bounced off his tough skin, but not before leaving their marks. Bane’s massive hand wrapped around the man’s throat, slowly suffocating him. His eyes bulged as he pleaded for mercy. Two of his companions lay dead on the floor in front of him, the other two crumpled in the street outside, and he did not want to meet the same fate. Bane had no inclination for mercy. He braced his other hand along the man’s shoulder, and forcefully tore his hands apart, blood cascading from the man’s jugular as it was ripped in two. Bane clenched the decapitated head by the hair and stormed from the room without a second thought.

⫷⫸

Blood dripped from the man’s neck. A steady patter that marked his path from the doors of the hotel to the doors of the penthouse. He stared straight ahead as he made his way through the lobby, ignoring the shouts of terror that plagued around him. He had one thought, and one thought only.

He banged on the door. In the dead of night, he could only hope that she was awake. As the dark wood panel reluctantly swung open, Bane was viciously grateful for his height. With his hand at his side, Selene would be staring straight into a pair of piercing green eyes, but they did not belong to the giant.

Mar 31 2018, 01:50 AM
328 | Fringe | Anarchist
The Red Scourge
Head of the Anarchists Marsielle, France Single Played by Lana
shipper dragots 12900
There were pounding footsteps, a steady dripping, a knock at the door.

Selene Moreau’s neck craned towards the entrance of her penthouse, suspicion etched into her pale features. Few dared to come by unexpected at this hour. The majority of her employees knew better than to look into what their boss did behind closed doors so as a result most situations were announced via phone call.

The banging was an insistent, violent request that shook the sturdy wood against it’s frame. She lifted herself from the couch, bare feet shifting across the plush rug as she made gradual movements forwards. She had her suspicions about what she might find on the other side.

Since the previous weekend, all of her decisions had been made with the utmost caution. The Hungarians were in Boston. A half-giant wizard lingered in her lobby fostering a grudge. An online bounty threatened to send a hoard of no-maj assassins her way. It was difficult to proceed with business as usual under the current circumstances.

The dripping continued, thick fluid hitting the floorboards behind the door. She peered through the peephole, spying only a mess of hair pulled up awkwardly.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

She could take it no longer. She pulled the door ajar, her gaze settling on glazed green eyes that failed to register her appearance. A severed head, gripped by a looming figure obscured by the door frame. Not a threat, but an offering.

It was one of the Hungarians, the leader in fact. Botond Bodrogi - he’d been tracking her for decades, tracing her movements across Europe and driving her to a separate continent. She hoped that the separation of his head from his body had been gradual and agonizing.

She stepped closer, lifting her gaze in the hopes of spying Bane’s face. She wasn’t sure what to make of the gesture yet, but she knew what he was trying to convey. He was on her side. In spite of herself, she felt her lips quirk upwards.


Mar 31 2018, 08:47 AM
33 | Fringe | Anarchists
Bane
Bodyguard Hawai'i Spoken For Played by Shawna
shipper muse dragots 12350

The door swung open and Bane was met with a vision of beauty. He hunched slightly, to get a better glimpse of her face as he watched her expression change from irritation to satisfaction. It had been a week since he'd seen it, but the coy, light, smile that peeked from the corners of her lips was enough to bring him back from the edge of obsoletion.

"I'm sorry," he conceded. He should have known the significance of his omission. The magical blood that ran through his veins seemed like the least significant part of him, but he had been in and out of the magical world for ten years. To him, magic was commonplace and he wasn't even that powerful. To Selene, it was a threat.

"Tell me what I can do." All he could do was hope that she would give him a second chance - the opportunity to prove to her that he had no intention of harming her. He understood her hesitations, the giant didn't trust wizardkind either, but he was different. He was like her. And he desperately needed her to trust him.

The trickle of blood punctuated his professed loyalty. The head in his clenched hand signified what he was capable of. His wounds marked what he was willing to bear. He was hers.

Mar 31 2018, 12:16 PM
328 | Fringe | Anarchist
The Red Scourge
Head of the Anarchists Marsielle, France Single Played by Lana
shipper dragots 12900
“I’m sorry.”

She’d suspected he’d given up. For the five days that followed the MACUSA gala he’d slouched against a chair in the lobby, eyes following her intently as she strode briskly from elevator to exit. He’d been a terrible disturbance to the decor, a bloodied giant in a mangled suit. Her staff refused to go near him - she trusted he’d given them good reason for the wide berth. And then one day he was gone, perhaps deciding to hawk his talents elsewhere.

He was more devoted than she’d given him credit for.

“Tell me what I can do.”

He was far messier than when she’d last seen him, likely soaked in the auror’s blood and in possession of some new wounds of his own. She eyed him for a moment. There was sincerity etched in the worry line between his brows, remorse seemed to ooze from every pore.

“Clean yourself.” She told him firmly, turning around to lead him through the vast penthouse, her hips swaying visibly against the ashen silk of her robe. She arrived at the door to the guest bathroom and indicated that he should enter, holding out a hand to accept Bodrogi’s head.

Mar 31 2018, 06:37 PM
33 | Fringe | Anarchists
Bane
Bodyguard Hawai'i Spoken For Played by Shawna
shipper muse dragots 12350

There was no acceptance of his apology. No forgiveness or appreciation. No remorse for how she had spoken to him. But she led him into her home, and that was as good as anything. Whether or not she trusted him he couldn't know for certain, but, at least for now, she wasn't pushing him away.

He followed her through the penthouse, his burdened footsteps the only sound between them. The auror's head was passed on, her delicate fingers looked too pure against the man's hair, saturated with sweat and blood. Bane stepped past her into the elegant bathroom, his weary mind flashed back to two weeks prior when he had last showered in her company. He had had no idea what he was getting himself into.

Bane shrugged off the suit jacket and left it crumpled on the floor. It was far beyond repair and he wondered if Selene would ever waste her money on him like that again. He peeled the bloodied and soiled shirt from his skin, wincing as it pulled at the dried blood that adhered to his open wounds. When he stood exposed for her again, he felt little of the appeal he had once held. His body was worn and tired. Without the adrenaline that the five Aurors had given him, the pain was starting to come through.

He stepped into the shower and turned the handle. Under the cascading water, he turned around to face Selene again, blood running down his skin to the marble floor.

Mar 31 2018, 06:57 PM
328 | Fringe | Anarchist
The Red Scourge
Head of the Anarchists Marsielle, France Single Played by Lana
shipper dragots 12900
She listened indifferently to Bane’s winces as he pried the viscid fabric away from the weeping lacerations. She did not watch him undress, instead staring down at Bodrogi’s face, reading his comatose features for a hint at what his last moments had been like. Dark circles hung beneath his barren eyes and his lips were frozen into a jagged line, as if he’d died howling. What remained of his neck was torn and craggy. As expected, it looked like he’d been ripped apart by Bane’s bare hands.

Her fingers relaxed and the head dropped unceremoniously into the sink, emitting the unfortunate crunch of flesh hitting marble.

Her attention shifted to Bane, standing against the dark tiles, blood and sweat pooling at the base of the shower. She could make out his injuries clearly now, deep cuts across his arms and torso. The wounds he’d endured over a week ago were now beginning to fester.

She was of half a mind to let them heal naturally, to bring in a doctor to treat him gradually so she could enjoy the scars that lingered afterwards. But not only did he deserve better than that, she was impatient, eager to make the most of his apparent dedication while it still endured.

She tugged at the tie of her robe, letting the fabric part and fall open. The silk slipped from her shoulders and she stood naked at the center of the bathroom, lifting a flawless wrist to her lips and breaking the skin with her sharpened teeth. Dark blood oozed from the split as she moved towards him, joining him beneath the hot water. Her other hand lifted, reaching for his chin, guiding him downwards as she offered her wrist for him to drink from.

Mar 31 2018, 07:24 PM
33 | Fringe | Anarchists
Bane
Bodyguard Hawai'i Spoken For Played by Shawna
shipper muse dragots 12350

His eyes were unblinking as the silken fabric fell from her shoulders. The subtle lines of her silhouette that had been hidden every time she had seen him bare were now visible. Every line and curve perfectly placed, as if carved by an artist.

Unceremoniously she punctured her own flesh, blood overflowing from the two marks on her wrist. She joined him under the water and her blood mixed with his and the residue of the Hungarian's. A small but strong hand guided his chin towards her as she lifted a bloodied wrist towards his mouth. He restrained, maintaining a few inches between them as he looked into her untelling eyes.

"Won't it...?" turn him? make him like her? It wasn't something he had considered before - he didn't know if that's what he wanted. He wondered if this was an ultimatum that she offered in exchange for her trust in him.

Mar 31 2018, 07:38 PM
328 | Fringe | Anarchist
The Red Scourge
Head of the Anarchists Marsielle, France Single Played by Lana
shipper dragots 12900
Her lips pulled upwards at his naivety and she shook her head, wet tendrils falling to frame her face. He thought she wanted to turn him.She nearly laughed. He was powerful enough as it was, his immense stature, unmatch strength, the magical blood that flowed through his veins. Turning him into a vampire would transform him from a colossal threat to something practically godlike.

“Only if you die with it in your system.” She told him soothingly, the fingers of her unbloodied hand snaking around the back of his neck to guide him gently closer. She wondered what Ilvermorny taught it’s pupils about her kind. Did they teach them anything substantial or was it all monstrous rumors and scare tactics? ”Just a little will heal you.”

Mar 31 2018, 08:20 PM
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Bane
Bodyguard Hawai'i Spoken For Played by Shawna
shipper muse dragots 12350

Just a little will heal you, she explained, and he trusted her. He had no other choice, really.

Her free hand wound around his neck, locks of his dark, wet hair clinging to her porcelain skin. She drew him closer, pulling their bodies together, their skin almost touching. Skeptically, he lowered his head and placed his lips against her wrist, cradling her to his mouth with his hands. If she wasn't bleeding it would have felt like a kiss.

The familiar taste of blood rushed onto his tongue and he swallowed, grimacing at the salinity of the cold liquid and the slight disgust of what he was doing. He suckled on her soft skin for a few moments before pulling back, drops of crimson staining his lips. He found her dark eyes in the water and steam and looked for answers, not knowing how much he needed to drink.

Mar 31 2018, 08:38 PM
328 | Fringe | Anarchist
The Red Scourge
Head of the Anarchists Marsielle, France Single Played by Lana
shipper dragots 12900
There was something erotic about the experience, watching his trusting eyes lower to the crimson pooling across her forearm, their bodies guided closer together by necessity, his mouth lowering to siphon her lifeforce. She could feel the pull, his powerful energy withdrawing the blood in a fast surge. A lump drew together in her throat, she was unsure if it would express itself in a moan or a wince so she kept her lips firmly closed.

He pulled away, face stained by the deed. He looked so unsure, so afraid of what he’d just done. Determined to dissuade his doubt, she leaned in, crushing the beads of blood by pressing her lips to his. Her own superficial wound healed over quickly, but a streak of red painted across his chest as she lifted her arm to drape over his broad shoulders.

She withdrew quickly, momentarily contented with the brief taste she’d given him. “How do you feel?” She murmured.


Mar 31 2018, 08:53 PM
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Bane
Bodyguard Hawai'i Spoken For Played by Shawna
shipper muse dragots 12350

His search for approval in her eyes was met instead with a kiss. For the first time, her lips pressed against his and he was enveloped in a caress they had not yet exchanged. Even with all the intimacy they had shared, this was a new kind of tenderness and he was eager for it to continue.

The water began to run clear as his wounds closed, his skin zippering itself together, erasing any clues that he had been injured. By the end of their kiss, only a few of the largest cuts remained, but they, too, were rapidly healing.

How do you feel? he didn’t know. The feeling wasn’t remarkable or overwhelming, but he could tell that there was something different. Despite his exhaustion, he felt a small rush of energy. His senses heightened and he could hear his own heartbeat trudging along in his chest, Selene filled his vision with a new vibrancy, and the taste of her lingered on his lips. The feeling passed as quickly as it had come on, his own blood, resistant to magic, flushed out the foreign invasion not long after it had done its job.

“Good,” he told her. “Better.” He tentatively moved his hands to her shoulders, afraid of going too far. “Thank you,” he said, knowing that he would spend the rest of his time with her thanking her until she understood how grateful he was.

Mar 31 2018, 09:26 PM
328 | Fringe | Anarchist
The Red Scourge
Head of the Anarchists Marsielle, France Single Played by Lana
shipper dragots 12900
She observed a speck of vital fluid clinging to his temple. Warm water diluted the droplet, turning it a translucent tawny before sending it wandering down the side of his face and disappeared into his beard. A week of neglect had converted him back to his original self, with his unattended facial hair and a musky odor. She didn’t mind him like this, shaggy and hardened, the proof of his savagery painted across his face.

His wounds were closing over and he offered her his gratitude, bringing them to a quiet, still moment - a moment without urgency where she could finally consider what role she wanted him to play in her life.

She’d liked him by her side, her sturdy protector, her stoic companion. Clearly, he could take initiative and was more than happy to throw himself into dangerous situations to gain her favour. Surely he was deserving of another chance.

“What did you do with the rest of them?” She asked sweetly, nodding towards the head in the sink. It would’ve been a great pleasure to watch him tear through Bodrogi’s flesh.


Mar 31 2018, 09:55 PM
33 | Fringe | Anarchists
Bane
Bodyguard Hawai'i Spoken For Played by Shawna
shipper muse dragots 12350

Her voice was soft and quiet, the antithesis of the cries she had shouted at him a week prior. Once again, he noted the pleasure that she gained from being with him, and hoped that she recognized it, too.

As she nodded towards the Auror, a stream of water carried a lock of hair across her forehead. Bane lifted his hand from her arm and brushed it back behind her ear before settling on her waist, nestling in the space between her ribs and hips, his thumb close to grazing the edge of her breast.

"He and two others are in their hotel," he told her, remembering their contorted bodies bleeding on the floor. "The others are in the alley." He had never asked what happened to the remains of the bounty hunter. Given how many people had died in her name over the last few weeks, Bane realized that she must have some way of disposing of the bodies without being caught. Then again, she seemed to have a lot of people who knew of her deeds.

Mar 31 2018, 10:17 PM
328 | Fringe | Anarchist
The Red Scourge
Head of the Anarchists Marsielle, France Single Played by Lana
shipper dragots 12900
She pictured mangled bodies, viscera smashed into the alley walls, brain matter seeping into the hotel’s carpet, wands snapped on the ground. She pictured the intensity that had been in Bane’s eyes as he tracked her movements through the lobby, suddenly sparked with madness as he tore through the men who’d enabled this separation. She grinned, her fingers flitting down his slick shoulder to rest at the sizzling center of his chest. His palms were hot against her cool waist, his touch lighter than it had been during their first few meetings, as if he was concerned he’d frighten her off.

“Thank you.” She uttered. It was a foreign sentiment on her lips, one rarely spoken with any sincerity. Under these circumstances she meant it. Years of being tracked, threatened and hunted had been resolved between his solid palms.


Mar 31 2018, 10:45 PM
33 | Fringe | Anarchists
Bane
Bodyguard Hawai'i Spoken For Played by Shawna
shipper muse dragots 12350

There was a sincerity in her voice he wasn't sure he had heard before. It told him that he had done more than rid her of a mild inconvenience as he had with the bounty hunter. It had a touch of forgiveness, or so he hoped. It hinted that maybe his foolish transgressions could be pardoned.

"Thank you," he repeated her words back to her, echoing his thanks from moments ago. A gratitude for everything she had done for him, the acknowledgment that he would continue to do whatever work she gave him, and the welcome he had for her own appreciation all wrapped up in two words. He was never much for words. His lips met hers again, a touch of everything he was thinking passing between them. He pulled her closer to him, as a question, not by force, their legs touching, her chest against this stomach, and he let his hands run over her arching back, feeling the dimples of her spine.

Mar 31 2018, 11:47 PM
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