10-18-2017, 05:38 AM
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."
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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