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Ace sat there in silence for a moment, letting himself get lost in his own mind while waiting for the pills to return to him some semblance of control over himself. If he was being optimistic he could feel a settling within himself, if he were being honest however there was no change and he fidgeted in his seat slightly. He wasn't quite sure what was causing it, perhaps it was his own aggravation, but the room seemed to be getting gradually warmer. He knew his species ran warm in general, running off a higher celestial energy than most of the other species around, so if he could sense the temperature increase he was sure it was rather significant. His hands clenched into fists at his side. Life had been so much easier before he had fallen, there had been one will; His will. Ace had no need for agitation, anger, fear, happiness. His word was all he needed. When did that end? It had to have ended before he had fallen, right? For he wouldn't have fallen if he hadn't lashed out, and he wouldn't have lashed out if he didn't feel something. Now all these feelings were within him, and even after thousands of years, he was unsure of what to do with them. How did humans manage this in their short life times? It was times like these when he envied them, perhaps they were created superior to the angels. Ace couldn't be sure.

In fact he couldn't even be sure why these thoughts were plaguing him now; the day had started off so normal. He wanted to blame the rut of an alpha, but it wasn't as if there was an omega in heat near him to throw him into such a state. There was only Calix.

At the thought of the omega, he felt a hand clasp his shoulder and was honestly surprised to the point where his eyes opened and his wings expanded once more. Those wings, always giving away his emotions, particularly the emotions he would prefer to keep inside and hidden away. It wasn't the fact that Calix himself had touched him that had surprised or shocked Ace, it was being touched in general. Usually just knowing of his species was enough to keep others a good arms length away from him, and his personality just helped to increase that impenetrable bubble around him. Yet here was this omega, openly reaching out to him, and he realized his distress must have shown on his face because the other seemed genuinely concerned. His feathers ruffled once more at that look on the omega's face, unsure of what to do with Calix looking at him like that. In fact if anything, the temperature probably increased in the room, and Ace felt a heat on his face, specifically in the cheek area, that he was unused to. Fucking useless suppressants.

He tucked his wings against his back, they were still too unsettled for him to call them away and hide them away from view again, so he went for the second best option of making them appear as small as he could. Not an easy task. He had half a mind to reach down for his briefcase once more, going to take a few more of the medicine he had within considering a being like him couldn't exactly die of an overdose or really be harmed at all by taking too many when his hands were suddenly occupied with a warm cup of tea.

Blinking rapidly for a moment at the other's sudden actions, he finally got himself together enough to look over to where Calix had bounded over to the fridge and was shuffling through a box within for something, Ace wasn't exactly sure. He heard the librarian huff loudly before grabbing the whole box and coming over to sit cross-legged in front of the Fallen. Ace, surprised at the usually shy man's actions, finally moved his feet from the coffee table and sat up on the edge of the sofa, dark gaze on the dark haired man. His head cocked to the side as his eyes met with Calix's and his intentions became clear to the Fallen. He wanted him to eat something, something from his own lunch box. The whole situation was so...omega-like he couldn't stop the small smile from lifting the corners of his lips. Here was Calix trying to support and provide for an alpha like himself, it made Ace realize how much he had given himself away earlier with his aggravation and unsettlement.

Reaching a pale hand down he gently lifted an apple out of the box, examining it for a moment before bringing his gaze back down to the librarian. "You know that my kind doesn't need to eat, right?" he asked softly, feeling better just with Calix's actions rather than his food, though the warmth hadn't left the room. "Though it's a very sweet gesture."

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It hadn't really occurred to Calix what he was doing until it was already happening. There were two things that the siren was hesitant to share: his nest and his food. Of course, the very idea of someone coming into his nest ruffled his feathers, and it would be enough to convince him to speak up over his distaste. His food was a similar story. Most of the things that were available to him here were things that were new and exotic to him, and especially near his heats, Calix found himself hoarding certain foods just as he did certain types of fabric or things that smelled a certain way. They were mostly meats, like smaller birds and fish, but also nuts and fruits, specifically mangoes, which he loved endlessly. He figured that it had something to do with his body preparing itself in the case that he had a successful mating and actually conceived; in the wild, that meant that he could be incapable of finding himself and his offspring food for months, because sirens were typically a selfish creature and mating for life didn't seem to be a concept they understood. There wasn't always going to be a lifelong partner to provide all the care their mate needed, and leaving the nest meant leaving his children alone, exposed to the elements.

Calix couldn't be like that. The idea of having a lifelong partner, a soulmate even... being that for someone else.... It was appealing to him. Among sirens, it made him the odd one out, though he was already that for many other reasons.

It made it easier to deal with things in Prine, though, having experience pretending that he didn't know or it didn't matter. Calix was sure that the whispers he endured here were twice as nasty as anything said about him in his flock, but then again, that was family. They were concerned about him. The students and staff who talked were concerned for an entirely different reason. And surely, if anyone found out about this encounter, they would continue to talk. Not that he had anything to be ashamed of, except for going through what was starting to feel suspiciously more like the early onset of his heat. Which... wasn't possible, was it? He'd already been through one this cycle. He'd heard that once his body had found itself a suitable partner, it might trigger an early heat, but it wasn't like he was in a room alone with a very appealing Alpha, who he'd already identified as a good provider, and who wasn't a total creep.

No, not at all. Just Ace.

Oh no. Calix snapped his lunch box closed, somewhere between fear and panic, realizing that the scent of an unmated Omega in heat was going to draw more attention than he was readily comfortable with. It would be like presenting all over again. Because the majority of sirens were female and betas at that, Calix stuck out like a sore thumb even without having to present. When he had, it had been nothing short of traumatic; no one in his flock knew what to do to take care of him, and he was left on his own to sort it out. There had been stories of it happening in other flocks with lower standards, and they'd just assumed that the sexual promiscuity brought about by the heat cycle was a product of lower breeding standards. And when it happened among their own ranks, the only way they knew to deal with it was to ignore it. Calix didn't realize until much later, but presenting had been a blessing in disguise. It seemed to be the addition of the Omega hormones in his system that had really changed everything, gave him a sense of empathy and an overbearing need to help others at all costs, even if it meant sacrificing his own needs. He wasn't ungrateful for them, even if they'd led him to be removed him from his home, putting him in a position that was wholly uncomfortable. If he'd stayed with his flock, he wouldn't have had so many opportunities to do the things he was doing, learn, meet interesting people, be surrounded by books, and....

He was staring. Because Calix had worked for the university for years and had run into Ace on countless occasions, and this had never happened before. If he were being honest with himself, this had never happened before with anyone and it was a little embarrassing, even if it seemed that Ace wasn't entirely immune to what was happening either. The redness in his face--no doubt mirrored on Calix's as his temperature slowly increased--and the way his wings sat unsettled at his back.... The siren took a deep breath, already feeling relieved seeing the Alpha with food; he wanted to see the man eat it, but wondered if that might be selfish, knowing that Ace didn't have to eat. He didn't have to, but Calix wanted him to. He set the closed lunch box aside and moved in a little closer, reaching out just as tentatively as he had before to skim his fingers over the redness rising in the professor's face. He didn't feel as warm as he looked, but maybe that was because Calix himself was feeling overheated, and not just in his face. It was an all-over warmth that radiated softly throughout his body, growing steadily in intensity.

Fuck.

It was something he couldn't say on the best of days and certainly not now. He didn't have to, though. It was written all over his face, plain as day. Drawing deep breaths in through parted lips, the siren seemed to degenerate right there until he was back to grasping at the Fallen's shoulder, this time for some kind of support, because the closer he got, the worse the heat spread, and at the same time there was a sense of relief, like getting closer would help. It was the worst sort of conflict he'd ever been faced with, and normally in cases such as these, he'd find a way to shut it down so he wasn't burdening anyone unintentionally with his problems. At this point, he couldn't even run away. He could feel a distinct tingle up his lower back that was pleasant and uncomfortable all at once, terrifying for the fact that he recognized his body preparing to produce slick.

He needed to go. He tried his best to signal this to Ace, finding exposed skin at the side of his neck to trace letters against his flesh. "Home," he spelled out simply, and then clarified it further before making an unsteady attempt at getting to his feet. "Nest."

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(Sorry for the short post and the delay!)

Suzukaze smiled slightly, happy to have someone who helped him. “That would be great. After all, I wanted to ask something. Do you know where the university is?” He asked. Prine was a big challenge for everyone, and probably he would get in trouble if he tried to get help from his brother.

The waiter brought the pancakes, the sweet smell invading his senses for a moment. He took a bite, curious to see if it tasted as well as it smelled. He hummed delighted, it was delicious! He congratulated the cook and promised to return one day with some recipes he used. At least there were great people in Prine. He looked at Crevan in the eyes, all his attention fixed on him. “That means there is a way to enter in the city…” He whispered, more to himself than for his companion. At least his brother could enter the city.

He remembered what the redhead said before, and a knot was made on his stomach. “E-Excuse me but… What did you mean with Omegas not being mated to get a child?” Maybe he was being catastrophic, but he needed to be sure in order to protect himself and his brother.

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Crevan nodded in confirmation as his sipped at his coffee. "Yep," he answered the other with a small smile. "I'm taking English and writing courses over there. It's a pretty big university, much like the rest of Prine, so try not to get overwhelmed. Have you already been signed up for the university or do you need to arrange a meeting with the Dean?" The kitsunes flagged Kevin over for a refill on his coffee, at least one more he told himself. Honestly, how he hadn't overdosed on caffeine yet was beyond him but the jitteriness of the caffeine was better than the jitteriness of an upcoming heat. He figured he was choosing the lesser of two evils in this case.

A slight frown turned down the corner of his lips as his enhances hearing picked up on the whispered words coming from Suzukaze. He hoped the other wasn't planning on getting himself into trouble this early, the guards around Prine were not forgiving and if one thought being forced to find their own mate was bad...well the guards were worse. They didn't give people options and he'd seen at least a handful of rowdy omegas leave the hands of the guards with a mark on their neck or a child in their belly. "I mean I guess," he muttered back, keeping his voice low. "Only the dealers in the black market really know how to smuggle things in and out of Prine, and like I said; the only reason they get away with it is because they'd got a lot of power behind them. I suppose you could try and bribe one of them into helping you, but I really don't even want to imagine what they'd be asking for in repayment. It probably isn't worth it." He shook his head, brushing his red hair away from his eyes afterwards.

Those green eyes turned towards Suzukaze at his question, an almost sympathetic look buried within them. He really had to have been knew to this lifestyle if he had to ask questions like that. Crevan ran a hand across his face for a moment, not really wanting to break the news to him if he didn't know. Sometimes ignorance was bliss, but on the other hand he'd feel really guilty if something happened to Suzukaze and he hadn't taken the opportunity to warn him. "Some alphas, especially the crueler ones or the more rare and powerful their species are, won't tie themselves down to one omega. They'll hunt for unmated omegas nearing their heat and then..." he trailed off, making motions with his hands in an attempt to make it so that he didn't need to say it aloud. "Next thing you know the omega's pregnant, unmated, and the father's nowhere near. They're just looking to pass on their genetics or their species, really."

His voice dropped even lower. "So I don't know what you are, but I do know that there isn't anyone like you here in Prine. That makes you a rarity and a target to some of the alphas here. I also mentioned that I didn't know whether you were alpha or omega, but even if you're an alpha, they'll still try and get you to bear their children. So just watch out, okay?"

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The sound of the lunchbox snapping closed and a mixed look of fear and panic residing on the librarian's face had Ace's eyebrows furrowing and his wings rising to make himself look bigger, and instinctual reaction that he had no control over. For some reason the look of distress on the other's face had brought forth an internal reaction of protectiveness, his body ready to fight off whatever it was that was causing the omega stress. What a silly reaction, especially when the room was empty save for the two of them. His shoulders rolled as he tried to settle his own wings with little success. It was frustrating to him that he had such little control over himself right now, when generally the alpha had been known for his rigged if a little off-putting self-control. Even his own students knew better than to test the Fallen. Whereas many professors usually succumbed to the student's pranks, Ace had never been a victim of such foolish behavior. In fact many students were too frightened of him to even approach with questions about his curriculum, preferring to struggle on their own instead of asking for assistance.

It wasn't like Ace didn't like the way others thought or looked at him, it gave him a power over them that they didn't even realize; a physiological mind game that he delighted in playing. Perhaps it was just the way his species acted, he couldn't quite be sure. When they were angels there was little to no emotions they had to show, they only had one Master to please and His will ruled them. Once an angel fell, however, they lost that connection they once had to Him and suddenly all the emotions of the world broke through the wall that was once there blocking them all. Many Fallen went mad or crazy after they fell from grace, and maybe that's what Ace was. Mad. Crazy. Could one diagnose oneself with such a word? Could someone who was mad have the proper sense to know when that was what they were? Or did it feel normal?

Perhaps Amadeus was a 'unique bird' as He had so affectionately called him as he cast him away forever.

A light brushing of fingers against his cheek drew him away from the demons residing in his own mind, bringing him back to Earth and to the scent of omega that was growing heavier in the air. A heat built in the lower pit of his stomach that felt more and more distinctly like an alpha's rut, something that could only be trigged by the heat of an omega. Then what was Calix doing in the university if he'd been this close to his heat? And why weren't the suppressants he'd taken managing his own reaction? Despite knowing the drugs were risky and usually faulty, they had always worked up until this moment. He'd been around omega students that had practically crumbled to the floor at the sudden onset of a heat and been fine, he'd smelt an omega's heat like fire in his nose before and still carried on his duties without a blink of an eye, so why was Calix affecting him so badly. A part of him wanted to reach out and snag the omega, to pull him against him and breath in the heavy scent coming from his neck like it was his own personal drug, but he wasn't that far gone.

Not yet at least.

Calix was getting closer, and as he got closer that warmth built within Ace until it felt as if it would swallow them both whole with it's intensity. His wings twitched behind him, arching from the joint as they almost danced. It was almost like they were coaxing Calix to come closer to him, to let Ace envelop him within their stained embrace. The steading grip on his shoulder had the feathers spreading in delight, wanting the omega to grab much more than just his shoulder, but Ace still had enough control to contain himself from darker desires. He wasn't lost in his rut yet, but his body was hot and already half-hard at the other's simple moves. If things continued on like this Ace worried he'd do something to the librarian that was beyond both of their control.

But then those fingers were moving against his neck and he swore that he almost purred in satisfaction, wanting so badly to move his head just enough to brush his own lips against the exposed skin of Calix's wrist. There was enough sense within him to understand the letters traced out on his warm skin, though, and he knew they omega needed to leave. Knew he needed to nest, as did most of the winged omega species. Ace's tongue darted across his lips as he stood, his wings helping to steady them both as his hands, ever so carefully, came to rest on Calix's shoulders. He could see the heat on the omega's face, and it only made him more certain that it was Calix that had triggered the first rut he'd had in years.

"Let me help you." His voice was heavier than it had been when they'd simply been talking easily just a few minutes prior, and perhaps sounded more desperate than he'd liked, but the more his rut took ahold of him the less he cared about petty appearances. His body took a step closer to the omega, dark eyes on the reddened face just slightly beneath him as he stood inches above Calix, lips brushing against the omega's temple before he could stop himself. "Let me take care of you."

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(So sorry if this seems rushed or if there are any grammar/spelling mistakes! I'm about to go get supper. I'm starving!! D: )

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It was a simple touch against the side of his head, but it felt like fire, burning a path straight down his body and into the pit of his stomach, coiling dangerously like a venomous snake. And it was everywhere, all at once. It pulsed from where Ace's hands enveloped his shoulders to keep him upright, even though his legs were trembling under his weight. It twisted his gut in painful hot torsion, left him feeling dreadfully empty, knowing that the only way to unravel the tangled mess that were his insides was to hand himself over to an Alpha. Any Alpha would do, whether they completed the mating with a mark or not. And because Ace was there, Calix was so tempted to beg him for help. That's all it was, right? It was just because Ace was there.

He wouldn't do it, though. As much as he wasn't even certain his voice would have any influence over a celestial being like Ace, Calix wouldn't chance it. He wouldn't use someone to take care of his own problem. It would be no better than tempting sailors into steering their ships toward shallow waters with jagged rocks jutting up from the sea floor. It was wrong. Putting Ace in this position in the first place was wrong. The whole situation was wrong. It was all incredibly frustrating; he had no idea what his own biology was doing to him, and not only to him, but to Ace as well. He knew well enough that this was uncharacteristic of the professor, had seen him enough times to know that he was normally extremely cool and collected, intimidating with his rigidity. People were afraid of him for a reason, and Calix knew all about that as well. He'd had enough students drag their sorry selves into his library asking for direction to language material, had even helped one or more when they were having trouble comprehending their Latin studies, or their Ancient Greek. He didn't mind taking an hour or so to sit down with them and go over their work, and the students who knew to go to him generally didn't do too badly; some even went out of their way to thank him, because otherwise they probably would have failed. That was just the kind of person Calix was, and Ace was exactly the opposite of that.

It was strange that the Fallen was offering to help, and Calix couldn't keep himself from feeling marginal guilt over it. He'd done this. It had hit out of nowhere, so it wasn't like he'd done it on purpose, but he had, and it was just getting continuously worse. Everything in him wanted to apologize for getting Ace into this mess with him. He kept telling himself that this was wrong and that he needed to stop it. If he left, everything would go back to normal, he could go home, and Ace could go on about his day as per usual. But his instincts made him cling hard, ignoring the whisper in the back of his head, and leaned in to press his nose against Ace's neck so he could inhale deeply. All at once, his body shuddered hard, his hands slipping down from his shoulders to tangle themselves into Ace's shirt. His lips parted, mouth falling open as he panted, nuzzling against the Alpha's neck, dragging his body in closer while his own screamed for more. 

It wasn't enough.

There was something there on the tip of his tongue. Consent. The need to let Ace know that yes, he needed the Alpha to help him, to care for him. He wanted it so badly. But he didn't want to find out the hard way that his voice, in fact, did hold power even over someone like Ace; he wanted the professor to be able to back out at any time, change his mind if he managed to come to his senses. It was so incredibly, painfully frustrating, and the words that were so heavy in his mouth that he could practically taste them finally manifested as a whimper, and then a frustrated sob. His hands were locked in place in a white-knuckled grip, so he couldn't even spell out what he wanted; he'd just have to trust that Ace would know what to do for him, especially now that he could feel a wetness leaking from him, coating his ass and thighs in sweet-scented slick.

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The touch of the omega's nose against his neck had Ace practically wrapping Calix into his embrace; one hand coming to wrap around the omega's slim waist while the other dipped beneath his arm to rest on his shoulder in an attempt to hold Calix up. He felt Calix's fists wrapped in his shirt and that only made the scene more intense. If Ace could have taken the omega right then and there in the faculty lounge he would have, but he also knew Calix's need for his nest and he wasn't far enough into his rut to follow through with the sudden need. Not that it was an easy instinct to suppress with his cock already hard and straining against his pants and a boiling heat coiled in the pit of his stomach.

Calix's heat was heavy in his nose, affecting Ace like no other omega had. It was a completely different and new feeling for him; running completely on instinct rather than his usual calm composure. He couldn't understand why he'd been thrown into his rut so suddenly. He'd taken suppressants, he'd been around omegas in heat before, and generally had an amazing self control to begin with. There was talk about an omega going into heat after meeting their fated pair, but it was difficult to believe that could have happened to Calix. It wasn't the first time they had met each other, though it was probably the first time they had been in the same room together alone for more than a minute. Still, that couldn't have been it, could it?

Fate was a difficult thing to believe in, especially for a creature like Ace.

Still, the omega's reaction was a clear enough approval towards his offer for help. Calix may have been a hard character to read at the best of time, especially with his silent behavior, but Ace knew exactly what he wanted, what he needed, at this moment. The thought alone had him leaning his head down to the omega's neck to graze his teeth along the skin beneath Calix's ear. The urge to bite down on that exposed skin was so strong, but used ever once of control he still had to hold himself back and instead ran his tongue along the area his teeth had just grazed across. "Okay," he practically purred with his desire. "It's okay. I've got you."

Ace leaned down to dip his arm under Calix's knees, lifting the slim man against his chest, knowing the other wouldn't be able to walk back to his home on his own. With Calix so close to him the scent of his heat only got stronger and Ace's wings coming around them to shelter the omega from sight as best he could. The thought of other alphas seeing Calix in such a state brought a possessive pinch in his chest that he was uncomfortable with and his arms tightened slightly around him at the mere thought. Ace brought his nose down into the dark hair of the man in his arms, inhaling deeply. It was almost as if the scent of Calix's heat were a drug to him, he couldn't get enough of it or the affect it had on him.

Taking him out of the faculty lounge, he started down the hallway with Calix in his arms, doing his best to protect him from the sight of anyone wandering the halls. It was just his luck that he came across a student who distinctly looked as if he were searching for something. Once the student say Ace however, they took a step back, eyes glued for a moment on the Fallen's exposed wings with a slight look of fear before they noticed the person in the professor's arms.

"Oh, Mr. Marinos," he exclaimed. "I was just looking for my co-" Ace cut him off with a warning snarl that sounded more animalistic than he'd meant, feathers ruffling in agitation at the young man's attempt to speak to his omega.

"Faculty lounge," Ace growled out, jerking his head in the direction of the mentioned room. "Go." The student didn't need to be told twice, especially with the tone Ace used on him. Skirting around the two to dart down the hallway in order to fetch the copies Calix had been printing off for him, Ace's wings curling around Calix even further when he felt as if the student had approached too closely.

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Ace's teeth and tongue against the skin of his neck was the briefest glimpse of relief, like a gust of cool air wrapping around him and drawing out a sharp shudder, accented with the hint of what sounded distinctly like a moan. Being wrapped in the Alpha's embrace, and subsequently enveloped in his scent, was like coming home, and Calix purred; the sound was low and soft against Ace's neck, for his ears alone. It was a foreign feeling for the siren, and the sound of his own purring was almost startling--he'd heard sirens trill before, a happy and high-pitched sound that was similar to a purr, and he knew that he was certainly capable of an interesting and vast array of vocal expression. He'd found himself being taken long before he'd been ready to breed amongst the siren females--not that he'd had any interest at all--so that whole side of his own culture was lost on him. He knew briefly what to expect during pregnancy, and he'd had enough heats on his own to understand where this was headed, but everything else was a mystery.

For this reason, it felt intimate to him, like he was offering something very special to Ace. Briefly, he wondered if he would purr like this for the other mates he would take in his life, but the thought made him nearly panic, clinging to the Fallen as he was lifted easily up into his Alpha's arms. His Alpha. Yes. That sounded right. The thought of any other Alpha touching him made his stomach churn, only settling with deep lungfuls of his Alpha's scent, directly from the source. He felt so selfish, staking claim without making sure that Ace was in agreement, but Calix couldn't always be the caring, giving individual he was known as. He wouldn't share his nest, or his food, and evidently he wasn't too keen on the idea of sharing himself with anyone but his mate.

They'd barely made it out to the hall before Calix began to rub the gland at his wrist against Ace's neck, feeling that even just that gave him marginal relief. He felt even better nuzzling his nose against the Fallen's neck, moving on to rub his cheek and his forehead, effectively covering himself to an acceptable degree before laying his head down on Ace's shoulder to purr happily. For now it seemed to be helping keep the desperation at bay, his instincts assured that there was an Alpha nearby who was going to care for him; he still felt all-over warm, pulsing, coiling and radiating, while that need ached inside him and it was all wholly uncomfortable.

Hearing his name made his whole body stiffen, turning to look over his shoulder for the source of the voice even as he drew himself closer into his mate's protective embrace. He'd never been happier to live so close to the university, even if his home was a top floor apartment. He didn't mind too much any other day; it gave him the perfect place to stand out on the balcony, wings spread so he could air his feathers out, close his eyes, pretend he was flying.... He didn't mind the size, either. It gave him all the room he needed for the nautical themed oddities that he liked to collect--bonus if he could get anything that actually came off a ship. He was quite the interior designer, keeping the communal space clean, light and airy with whites and navy blues, splashes of green plant life scattered about strategically, model ships on shelves, and jars filled with sand and sea shells. The whole apartment smelled of crisp ocean water, minus the heavy brininess, which was actually a little disappointing to the siren. 

His bedroom in comparison was a total one-eighty, kept dark and almost cave-like with blackout curtains and dark dark paint on the walls. His bed was set low to the floor, a mess of pillows and blankets, though the closer to his heat he came, it began to include a random assortment of objects that made him feel good, just things that he had to have. Those had all been put away after his last heat had passed, and he was sure that by the time they made it back to his home, he wouldn't have the time to finish off his nest exactly the way he liked it. 

He wasn't certain he'd care, either. Not if the way his body reacted to the rough growl of Ace's voice was any indication. He turned back in with a soft whine, buried himself as deeply as he could against the Alpha's neck, and closed his eyes, letting the slow burn of his heat creep over his skin. It wouldn't be long now. 

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(So after dealing with some personal issues and getting things in my life put back together (more difficult than it sounds haha) I think I'm ready to get back into some roleplaying. I'm thinking of starting this thread up again if anyone is interested but I'd be willing to try something else if someone has an idea and isn't keen on this plot. (I promise I won't take any offence.) If the latter is the case please feel free to send me a PM, but if you're willing to take on this plot and have some A/B/O fun feel free to jump into this thread. I'll add in some new characters of my own if anyone is interested.)