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SOME GOOD OLD BOURRY ACTION Cherry is so good at acting tough, but, Bourbon’s always there to help him out ❤ Very understanding man who won’t let Cherry push himself too hard and lets him take the reins in the relationship >u< A TRUE GENTLEMAN And Cherry loves him and is so grateful for the gentleness and patience ❤ Meanwhile, Bourbon’s totally drawn in by this man who is equally adorable and sexy! 😀 Cherry’s a lot of fun to be with and likes to drag Bourbon to places at night ^w^
Cherry’s arms were crossed tight over his chest, his glossed red lips halfway between a pout and a quiver. He bounced the heel of his foot as he waited, bare shoulders trembling in the chill of the night, pale skin goosebumped. The music of the club behind them thumped, heavy on bass, but Cherry refused to look back. His liquid-lined eyes were straight ahead, watching for the glare of headlights.
Bourbon slipped off his jacket, draping it over Cherry’s shoulders. Cherry stiffened, then his posture dropped as he relaxed back into the gentle touch. “That’s a cliche.”
“Yeah, so?” Bourbon asked, wrapping his arm around Cherry’s shoulder. He tugged him in closer, rubbing his hand over his boyfriend’s forearm to warm him with the friction. “You want me to take it back?”
Cherry simply pulled the jacket further around him, dipping his face down into the collar on which lingered the scent of Bourbon’s cologne.
Bourbon waved them down a cab when one finally came, holding the door open for Cherry and sliding in after. “Wanna go home?”
Teeth worrying at his lower lip, Cherry gave the smallest shake of his head. “I wanna go to your place.”
“Okay.” Bourbon leaned forward, giving the address to the driver before he settled back. His arm stayed around Cherry’s shoulder, but he didn’t say anything. The lights of the city passed by them in the dark cab windows, the meter steadily ticking along. Minute by minute, Cherry melted until he finally sunk into Bourbon’s side.
“I don’t wanna go to that place anymore,” he muttered, long bangs swept down into his face. His mascara had been layered thick when they had left, for a night on the town, but now it was almost all gone. A smudge of black remained under his right eye, missed.
Bourbon lifted a hand and swiped it clean with his thumb, careful of the bit of puffiness around Cherry’s eyes. He had seen Cherry coming back from the club bathroom, rubbing at them after someone Cherry had been dancing with had gotten a little too rough and handsy.
“Then we won’t. Crossed off the list forever. If you want to dance, we can go dance somewhere else.”
“I just wanted to dance with you.”
“I know. You didn’t do anything wrong, babe. You forget how cute you are. I didn’t know if you wanted me starting a bar fight for you. Because I totally would. Go all Coyote Ugly. Or something. Never actually seen that movie.”
Cherry laughed, burying his face into the crook of Bourbon’s neck. He brushed a kiss across, leaving an imprint of his lips in gloss. “Can we dance at your place?”
“Whatever you want, babe.”
“Can we, ummmm…” Cherry kept his face tilted down, yet he was close enough that Bourbon could feel the heat of the sudden blush radiating off his cheeks. “Can we… you know, in bed?”
The toothpick dropped from his mouth. Bourbon snatched for it, stopping it from tumbling to the floor of the cab. Clearing his throat, he slipped the pick into his pocket and nodded. “Yeah. If you want.”
Cherry said nothing the rest of the ride, stayed nestling in Bourbon’s jacket until the cab pulled up in front of Bourbon’s place.
Bourbon might have fumbled with his wallet paying the driver, and then with his keys getting his apartment door unlocked. They actually dropped from his hands, skidding across the hallway floor once inside. Because Cherry had grabbed fistfuls of his shirt and forced him against the wall, seizing his mouth in a kiss that was far too heated for the sweetness coming off his tongue.
Groaning into Cherry’s mouth, Bourbon kissed back. The jacket slipped off Cherry’s shoulders, left on the floor when Bourbon hitched Cherry up. Long legs hooked around his waist, Bourbon’s hands rested in support under Cherry’s ass, carrying him through the apartment.
They fell onto the bed, Cherry’s mouth eager on Bourbon’s, sucking on his tongue and nipping at his lips. His hands tangled in Bourbon’s hair, tugging on strands of messy brown. Bourbon’s own slid up, pulling Cherry’s tight top over his head before finding the spot near the hollow of his throat that always had Cherry shivering.
Bourbon could smell the sweetness coming off Cherry’s skin, taste it on his tongue, drinking in the little whimpers spilling from his boyfriend. He trailed his hands down again, along the center line of Cherry’s chest, dipping in to undo the clasp of the belt looping his jeans.
“Ahhh, wait, wait–” Cherry jerked back, blush almost as deep as his hair. He blinked rapidly, shoulders dropping. “I’m sorry, I-… I don’t think I can, Bon. N-not tonight? In the morning, maybe?”
Bourbon smiled, chuckling. He leaned up, brushing Cherry’s bangs from his face. “Why are you apologizing? How many times do I gotta tell you it’s fine? Don’t push yourself.”
“I don’t want you being disappointed, okay?” Cherry huffed, biting his lip again. “I should… I wanna… I don’t-…” He let out a frustrated whine, messing with his own hair in irritation at not being able to get his words out.
“What do you want, right now?”
Cherry lifted his lashes, heavily-lidded eyes settling on Bourbon’s slightly disheveled state. “I just wanna stay here… and…”
“And?”
“Canwemakeout?” Cherry let out quick, his flush spreading to his chest. “Just… just make out?”
“Yeah,” Bourbon replied, setting his hands on Cherry’s waist. “We can. I’ll keep my hands here unless you move them, okay?”
Nodding, Cherry shifted back in, arms sliding over Bourbon’s shoulders and fingers delving into his hair again. He then screwed his eyes shut and crushed their lips together, knocking them flat onto the bed.
Laughing low against the kiss, Bourbon softened it, hands remaining unmoved on Cherry’s hips.
The sun is probably the closest thing we’ll ever have to a true Eldritch Abomination. Hear me out here-
Older than recorded history; was here longer than any of us and will be here long after we leave. Has a finite beginning and end but is still incomprehensibly ancient
Burns itself into your vision instantly and can blind you if you look for too long
Further prolonged exposure can cause cancerous growths
Non-humanoid shape floating through space; colossal flaming tentacles angrily lash out on occasion
Sort of just appeared one day and is now surrounded by the corpses of its stillborn children
People used to sacrifice other people to appease it
A humble pineapple who somehow amassed a cult. Excited to be a part of this zine and make some good good art!
Crimson Chains is well-known for her excellent storytelling through both numerous comics as well as collaborative illustrations with fandom writers. Her linework is calligraphic and crisp, and her colouring and shading are extremely rich and detailed — reminiscent of the work of Alphonse Mucha. But what makes her work truly enjoyable is her expressivity and creativity in subject matter, and how unafraid she is to experiment with bold new styles and characters. We look forward to seeing what she will do!
DM (to our bard): The six cultists shove you to the ground, bow to the massive green dragon, and say, “Oh Great One, we have brought you this gold and this human sacrifice as tribute to your greatness. Please accept our offering.”
Rest of Party, looking on from a distance: Shit. He’s dead. He’s so dead. RIP Edward.
DM: The dragon thanks the cultists and asks if you have any last words.
Bard: I look up at the dragon and say, “I have brought you this gold and these six cultists as tribute to your greatness.”
Rest of Party: OH SHIT!
DM, who was clearly not expecting that: …………roll persuasion.
Bard: 17.
DM: The dragon says, “I like you. Duck.”
Bard: ….I duck?
DM: The dragon incinerates the cultists with his poison breath and leaves you alive, flying off with his treasure.
The Archery Range 