The Cursed Forge (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

[PoisonousIvee]

"I'm glad you like it." He remarked.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He was really getting into it, making almost beautiful swings and arcs of the fine blade.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"You can't even hear me, can you?" He asked flatly.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He stopped halfway through an upswing and rubbed the back of his neck bashfully. "S-Sorry, Cas.. Oi love it.." he moved wnd pulled Cas into a kiss. "Oi'll have th' quest done and Oi'll be back to ye as soon as Oi can.." he said before he left.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He blushed and huffed softly, "Idiot."

 

[Mr.Aznable]

Cas couldn't tell how long he was gone for. An hour? A minute? Extremely hard to tell. But he came back, huffing and panting, his shirtsleeves burst open, his eyes a little wild. "Cas Oi'm very sorry." He said.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He looked confused, "Why?" He asked slowly.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He first hefted a sack of fine and rare metal ingots at his feet, with jewels and coin spilling out. Then, came the Zweihander. In two pieces. Bound together with hide and leather strips.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

His eyes widened slowly in horror, "Wh-What...did you do...?!"

 

[Mr.Aznable]

"Oi dunno.. i' all wen' black fer me, me blood was rushin.. an'.. Oi came to, an the uh.. blade was in half.." he said.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"Do you know how long it took me to make that...?!" He nearly shouted.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He rubbed his neck sheepishly. "Oi eh.. brought ye more metals.. an' a sincere apology.."

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He glared, falling quiet. Was he really that mad?

 

[Mr.Aznable]

"How.. can Oi make i' up t' ye..?" He asked.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"How? No idea. But you will make it up to me." He stated.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He nodded and simply stood their awkwardly for a bit.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He grumbled irately as he grabbed the broken zweihander and dragged it to the smelter.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He made a noise. His blood was still pumping. His heart racing, and his eyes were set on Cas.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He was a lot curvier than Ghorrok remembered. Odd. Was it because he was still experiencing an adrenaline rush?

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He didn't care if it was adrenaline, he looked damn fine.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"I can feel you staring." He half scolded, "Oaf."

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He made a noise. "Oi uh.. sorry." He said. He didn't stop staring though.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He looked back at him and huffed, "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He looked up at him and huffed a bit. "Just eh. Ye look good." He was trying to control himself, but he was still coming down from his berserker rage.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He looked himself over, swaying those fucking hips withiut even thinking, "I haven't changed in what feels like centuries.."