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@JINDRICHZESKALICE
20ish / m / bisexual / 6♤

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Height 6'0" Body Type muscular Smokes no Drinks yes Drugs ?? Sign ?? Education decent Occupation blacksmith, page Income ?? Children no Pets Pebbles (horse), Mutt (dog) Hobbies alchemy, blacksmithing, playing dice, drinking

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01. WINE OR BEER

either

.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES

what is this

.03 SHOWER OR BATH

bath

.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS

what is a ninja

.05 TITS OR ASS

both

.06 COFFEE OR TEA

what is this

.07 SPICY OR SWEET

spicy

.08 SUMMER OR WINTER

summer

.09 LEATHER OR LACE

leather

10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX

either

Personality Type
ENFJ-A - The Protagonist

ENERGY79%
extroverted
MIND54%
intuitive
NATURE58%
feeling
TACTICS76%
judging
IDENTITY54%
assertive

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[ Henry uncurls his fingers so they rest gently against the side of Dodger's face again. He returns the first kiss, but just kind of laughs breathily through the onslaught of kisses that follow.

Does he have any idea what he's doing right now? No. But sometimes that's how Henry deals with things best. For now, he also tries to ignore the sharp feeling of hopelessness that Hans could ever show up here in his chest. He wants it so badly, mind you, it just feels like God has to be able to punish him somehow.

It's fine for now. He feels lighter at the moment, and there is going to be time to figure his feelings out and what to do about it if Hans ever does actually appear.

Once Dodger's attack of kisses is over, he leans in to claim his own. It's a single kiss, long and slow, but he pulls back just enough to speak, with a little lopsided smile on his face. ]

And if I earn my dog back, are you going to be jealous of him?

[ Teasing. But also it's his turn, that's his question. ]

Edited 2026-02-15 01:13 (UTC)

[It earns a startled laugh out of him. Just because he'd been taking this so seriously, and that... fuck, it's as good a way as any to lighten the mood. He ends up pinching Henry's cheek gently.]

I'll just have to get my dog back, too, so he'll have someone to keep him busy. Then they can both say out of my way.

[Dodger will, most likely, get jealous of Mutt taking Henry's attention away. But he thinks he'd be able to handle it, just like he thinks he'd be able to control the urge to kick Crusher in front of Henry. Time will tell if either of those things work out for him.]

Do you want me to tell people we're together? Or... keep it discreet?

[He isn't sure what he wants himself. He's been perfectly happy calling Henry a friend, to everyone else, although he doesn't think he's fooling anyone. It just seems dangerous to be open about such a close attachment.]

[ Henry couldn't help himself. He's just got ten thousand thoughts swimming through his head all at once, and that's the one that surfaced. Perhaps he needed to break the tension just a little bit.

He laughs, ducking his face out of the way of that pinch. ]

Fine by me. Mutt would love a friend.

[ He would also try to follow Henry everywhere. So there is that.

As for the next question, he pauses a moment, letting his hand smooth upward and into Dodger's hair a bit. If Dodger's ... acquaintances really are as dangerous as he says, he doesn't want to be a liability or something they can exploit. Even though he hates that thought and it makes him feel like a helpless maiden. ]

Probably best to keep it quiet, don't you think? I won't be used against you, I refuse.

[Dodger lets out a sigh of relief. The same as Henry getting used to Dodger leaving after sex so quickly, it's just... very nice not having to justify himself.]

Yeah. I mean I think... I think Rin already figured it out. But I'd rather not shout it from the rooftops.

[He does want to tell a few people. Viktor and Jayce, more than anyone. Unfortunately, his best friend Chobe is probably the last person he'd tell, just because Chobe is actually dangerous. And even if Toma was just having a suit flare when he flipped out about Chobe and Esikko being an item, Dodger can't entirely shake the idea that the information would make its way to the prince.]

Those fire-proofing potions would probably help you fight Bloemrose's boyfriend, Dabi. So there's that. If I figure out something that would help you against the other people I'm worried about, I'll let you know.

Hm. [ He almost says that Viktor definitely said something about them being together, but decides not to. He'd had it figured out before Henry, so that's ... fine. ]

Right. That's probably for the best.

[ Not to mention, announcing it in Henry's time is basically telling everyone you're going to get hitched. At least when it's a man and a woman. So it feels a bit strange to him, especially when he is struggling with strong feelings for two separate people.

The next part gets his attention, though. ]

Oh? You might have mentioned that earlier. [ and Henry would have gone marching right off into battle immediately.... ] That's good, though. Maybe I can help you after all.

That doesn't mean you should go fight him on purpose.

[Dodger sneaks another kiss to Henry's cheek, just because he can, before he goes searching through his Watch. And after a bit of rooting, he finds a picture of Dabi to show him. Like with a lot of Dodger's photos, it looks like Dabi didn't know he was around when it was taken.]

This is him - easy to recognize, with all the stitches. He's a firestarter like me. But my best friend's had trouble fighting him off, and I can just barely keep up with Chobe, so don't go after him without a good reason. Or I'll kick your ass.

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[ Henry makes a face at the picture because ... ouch. Sorry to Dabi, but that is definitely a look. In Henry's world, he probably would not even be alive. But his unique appearance will make him easier to remember. Though his lip curls in a bit of a snarl, Henry will do his best to behave himself. ]

I think I have plenty good reason. But I won't.

[That snarl warms something in Dodger. It just feels nice to have a boyfriend (!!!) willing to get himself killed over something that Dodger kind of still feels is his own fault. He's never had to be the reasonable one before, it's a welcome change of pace.]

If he steps to me, I'll call you. Until then, I don't want either of us getting dragged back into Esikko's shit, alright? Chobe and his brother called a truce with them so they wouldn't keep getting hurt and those two are immortal.

[Or close enough. He knows how to kill them (Chobe at least) but he certainly isn't going to tell anyone, even Henry.

Dodger takes another drink of his liquor, before setting the bottle aside.]

...I feel a lot better, actually. Like... a weight's been lifted. But we can keep playing if you want.

[ Henry might have tunnel vision, but he still feels his moral compass is mostly functional. What these men have done, are doing, can't be anything but fucked up.

Unfortunately it is also very fucked up that they can just use some kind of sorcery to toss Henry aside like rubbish. ]

Alright. I won't do anything. And I won't give them more reasons to do anything to you, either.

[ That's more important than bringing his sword to a magic show. So with a small sigh, he settles again, sneaking an arm around Dodger. ]

Only if you want to. Once I'm drunk though don't expect anything coherent probably.

[Dodger settles against Henry easily, and presses another kiss to his lips before resting his head against Henry's shoulder.]

I've got another bottle to go before I get drunk, I think.

[But he's not feeling the overwhelming urge to escape his mind, like he was before. He actually wants to savor the moment.]

It's your turn.

[ Henry has taken small enough sips, and answered enough questions, that he only feels the buzz of the alcohol. He's still mostly got his wits about him, and doesn't feel like singing or going on quests or finding talking dogs. Probably for the best. ]

My turn? Huh.

[ Well they answered some pretty big questions. He thinks for a moment. ]

What's your favorite food? Have I tried it yet?

[He hums a bit while he thinks.]

Pork lo mein, or... Singapore noodles. I don't think I've shown you them, at least.

[It's hard to have very strong opinions about food when he can't really taste them. But he likes the texture of Chinese food, and the way it smells.]

That scar on your back - what's it from?

[It hasn't escaped his notice that for as rough-and-tumble as Henry is, he doesn't have that many major scars. So there must be stories behind the ones that are there, just like the single bullet-scar Dodger's got above his hip.]

Nope. Haven't had them.

[ But he files the information away so he can try it. "lo mein" and "Singapore" both mean nothing to him at this moment. ]

Bit of a long story, that. But we were on a diplomatic mission. While Hans and I were bathing in the river, our camp was attacked. No one survived. [ his expression hardens a bit, he still mourns those lads... ]

Then the bastards that did it started trying to go after some women that were nearby. We were in nothing but our braies and I can't swim, Hans tried to stop me, but ... I grabbed their attention and ... we ran. Got an arrow to the back for my trouble, and that was the least of my problems that night.

[Dodger's expression softens sympathetically while he listens. And by the end of the story, he leans up to press another kiss to Henry's cheek.]

You're a real hero.

[Something that Dodger has started actually appreciating in others, after years of looking down on selfless people. If they'd met sooner, if Dodger heard this story earlier, he might have called Henry an idiot for risking his life over strangers.]

...Dangerous, though, not knowing how to swim. I bet the university's got classes for that.

[Dodger has his own issues - he can swim, but his memory-bleeds get worse around large bodies of water. So he tries to avoid them anyway, and he probably wouldn't be a good teacher.]

[ The kiss brings a little smile to his face, even if he huffs softly at the words. ]

Well, see where it got me. It was the right thing to do, though.

[ Hans had already given him more than earful about how idiotic that was. He shakes his head. ]

I avoid deep bodies of water whenever I can. "Swimming" naked with an arrow stuck out of my shoulder was quite enough for me.

[ There is definitely some residual trauma from the incident. ]

Is there anything you miss about, what was it- Boston?

[Dodger has to think about that. There's a few different directions he could take the question. Deliveries from the Chinatown bakeries, or the girls at the local strip club. Drinking with his coworkers, or keeping up with his daughter from afar. Maybe working for Augustine, or... maybe he just misses not thinking very hard about what Augustine had him doing.]

Nothing worth leaving here for.

[He hesitates.]

I didn't talk to people much. I had food delivered to my apartment, and I didn't leave the house much except to work. People saw my scars, or my powers, and... it scared them off. And the people I worked with- I didn't want to give them anything to judge me on. So... I didn't have friends, I didn't have hobbies, I didn't have a real life. I was Augustine's dog, and that's all I was. I went where he said, did what he said, hurt or killed whoever he told me to, and then went home and slept long enough to handle doing it again. Or to patch up the bruises if Augustine decided I wasn't doing a good enough job.

Mm.

[ Henry listens, eventually giving a nod, though he pulls Dodger in (or rather it's more like it pulls himself to Dodger) to kiss him against the temple. ]

I'm sorry to hear it. But then, I'm glad...you've gotten away from all that.

[ It sounds awful, and that's even before all the stigma of having powers, which Henry can't really comprehend anyway. He also thinks maybe he should think of better questions. Asking Dodger things about his home always gets sad. ]

[The kiss helps, at least. It gets Dodger to stop stewing in the past quite so much, and it makes his face turn a little red.]

I got away, I don't have to answer to anyone here, I've got real friends. I've got you. And I don't have to worry about getting arrested for lighting a cigarette off my fingers.

[Maybe it's not quite that serious. But police officers can be trigger-happy, and Dodger doesn't exactly scream trustworthiness. He tries his best to just stay where authority figures are not.]

...Have you ever killed someone before? I mean- someone who didn't earn it?

[ Henry smiles a little at that color in Dodger's face, nodding slowly. ]

Least of your worries here, probably.

[ Then his gaze drops a moment, as though he's pondering taking a drink. He's definitely killed people that deserved it, but those that didn't? ]

Sure. I've killed someone just for fighting under a different banner. They'd kill me for the same reason. Other than that, I think everyone I've killed .... I could justify it in some way. As ... as something they deserved. Or maybe a mercy.

[He nods. Killing people under a different banner... yeah, that feels equivalent to most of what he's done. Killing people because they were on the wrong side of a war neither of them were that invested in. Even if Dodger did believe in Augustine's cause for a long time, that didn't mean he always knew or cared whether the people he was sent after really deserved it.]

Same for me. For... most of them. They deserved it, they would have killed me, or- it was a mercy.

[He chews his cheek briefly.]

I've only killed one person I wanted to take back. I mean there's... people that needed to die, but I didn't like killing them. But... one person I shouldn't have killed. It sticks with you a lot more, I think, when you can't tell yourself a good story about it.

[ Somehow, it's a sin to murder, but God keeps allowing all these fights to break out, He lets innocent lakeside camps be massacred, and so on. Henry struggles with these thoughts more frequently than he'd like to admit one way or another.

He also gives a nod. ]

Sometimes they would have met a worser fate.

[ Pausing a little, he takes a drink and then continues slowly. ]

I killed someone recently... for revenge. And even though the bastard fucking deserved it, sometimes I still wonder if I made the right choice. I don't think taking a life is ever really simple.

[Dodger relaxes a bit more. This is always the most nerve-wracking part of getting close to someone - showing the blood on his hands, and hoping they're okay with it. And it seems like he and Henry are about on equal terms.]

It gets simple, after a while. But it makes you wonder if you're still human. Sooner or later... you stop feeling sick, you stop questioning it, you stop thinking of the people you kill like they mattered. It feels more like... butchering livestock.

[He takes his bottle again, and drinks the rest of it. About a quarter of what was left, which... leaves his head swimming a little bit. That's probably fine.]

But I killed Arzial, and I killed the man that raised me. And I think wiping those two fuckers out makes up for a lot of my sins.

[ Henry's hands are bloodier than they first appear, for sure. He is a good boy for the most part, but he's ...angry. Deep down. ]

It does get easier, but I ... don't know. You're right. When we're in battle, I'm not thinking about them as equals or anything like that. And I guess...that's wrong.

[ But he doesn't really sound like he thinks that's true. See, it's complicated!!

And he should feel things about Dodger's admissions but ... from what he's heard about Arzial and the man who raised him, they were fuckers. ]

I would surely think it would. Sometimes I have these dreams...where Martin is telling me I shouldn't have killed Istvan Toth. Like he's ... disappointed in me. But I had to do it.

[ He gulps down a larger portion of his drink too. ] You want to stop playing?

[Dodger hesitates, but he nods. He's a depressive drunk, he's sure he'll only get worse if they keep playing.]

Probably a good idea. Save our livers the trouble.

[He sets his bottle aside, and gives Henry enough time to do the same before he lays back in bed and pulls his boyfriend with him. And once they're settled, he guides Henry into a long, warm kiss in the lips.]

We should get some sleep, before the sun comes up.

What?

[ More things that don't make sense to someone with a medieval understanding of human health. He shakes his head and puts his bottle aside too. It's not important. And his own consumption has made him feel...warm. The kiss even more so. So he smiles at Dodger almost kind of goofy. ]

More like we should get some sleep before I sing you song.

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