Blood from Stone [AU]

[Carver Amell]

"Alright," he agrees, a silly grin slipping across his face. "A kiss for a kiss then."

[Jassinth]

Jass grins, then picks up the deck to deal out the cards. Once they both have their hands, he doesn't bother to even look at them before tossing one at evidently random into the discard to get a fresh one. Let it be up to Teiris. I certainly have no preference on whether I get to taste him or get my dick sucked right now.

At their feet, Hunter silently rises up and pads out of the room to join Merrill and Glimmerwing. 

[Carver Amell]

Later, when all's said and done, Carver cries against Jass's chest, letting his lover pet his hair and hold him. The details of the sex blur in his drunken memory, but the tenderness stands out. He cries, and Jass doesn't judge him or reject him, and in the morning, they're both still men, and still young, and still half in love, and nothing important has changed. 


The hangover, on the other hand, is a bitch. Carver fumbles his way into clothes, cradling his head, before he realizes he doesn't have a plan, doesn't have anywhere he needs to be. "Vangal's ass," he mutters, sitting on the couch. "I can't go home like this."

[Tethras Clan]

Merrill, cheeks a bit red still from what she'd seen and what she's picturing right now, clears her throat to his side. "Umm. I figured you might need these?" Jass, not having Carver's tested and toned constitution, is still passed out by the fire in a cocoon of blankets. So it's just Carver that Merrill offers three small vials to. "Just headache and nausea, I don't carry around hangover stuff."

[Carver Amell]

"You're a lifesaver," he grumbles, taking a vial and drinking it.

[Tethras Clan]

"I would be but I didn't have to. Thank you for that," she says softly, offering him a proud smile.

[Carver Amell]

He takes a deep breath, lets it out. "I can't go home. But you should. Things are... Dad will be glad to see you're safe."

[Tethras Clan]

Merrill's eyes narrow. "Is this place cursed?" she demands, glaring around at the room. "I'm setting it on fire. Wake Jass up."

[Carver Amell]

"It's not, Merr. I... we had a fight last night, before I came to find you two. That's why I spent the night here."

[Tethras Clan]

"Uh-huh. And you had a fight before last time too. But you didn't decide to run away until you got here. So. Fire. Hunter, go lick Jass," the elf orders. Hunter cocks his head to the side, glancing at Carver, before ambling over to Jassinth. Needs to get up at some point anyway...

[Carver Amell]

Carver blushes faintly. Licking Jass is my job. 

"Merrill, be reasonable. I'm not running away, exactly, just... I need to make plans and I can't have Dad getting in the way."

[Tethras Clan]

"Why is Dad in the way? What kind of plans?" She isn't looking at him, instead peering around the room as if searching for what spots might be most flammable. 

[Carver Amell]

"Nothing major, only saving Liz's life," he growls, his good mood gone. "Dad's gone mental, he thinks she's fine to keep on without help. I want her cared for at Summerhill."

[Tethras Clan]

Merrill turns her head around so look at Carver, then blinks slowly several times. "What?"

[Carver Amell]

He takes a deep breath, lets it out. "Liz had another episode yesterday. She ran from us. When she came back, it sounded good at first, that she was going to try some new things, but then she started talking about a time limit, trying to make us promise to let her die at the end of it. I made the call -- she needs to be in summerhill, with experts who can watch her round the clock, like Mother. No more little accidents, no more death pacts. But Dad won't hear of it."