Sargonas

29th November 2012

Post

Everything is bad. Real bad. I feel guilty for going away. So much stress. Everything going wrong at once. There just isn’t a break in sight. I think I’m just going to fall under the radar for awhile.

23rd November 2012

Post reblogged from Funky Stuff - YEAH with 11 notes

funk-yeah:

Since I’m spending the weekend with Meeshay and Sarg, Sarg bullied me into coloring one of her linearts.

Okay, I guess it didn’t take too much bullying.

Unf! Lookit dat sexy man. He looks so good in color! T_T

30th March 2012

Post with 4 notes

A What? (NSFW)

It was finished, at last. Or at least, to Sargonas, the first part was finished. He hadn’t bothered to tell Dominic what he had in mind completely because, well truth be told, the other half didn’t exactly concern his lover, and it wasn’t as if Dominic would be usingit.

Hehe. It.

Sargonas sat back and marveled at the work of art. And recalled the wonderful evening that was spent in crafting it. Well, the mold at least. The other part was rather boring and filled with childish giggling and snorting each time he and Dominic had stared at it. But there it was, in all of its glory. A ten inch dildo in perfect replica of his own manhood. He picked it up and wiggled it, watching it bounce and snap back in forth in its rubbery manner and laughed wildly.

Dear gods, Sargonas had lost his mind. And now.. now he was placing it carefully into a box that held extra pieces of embersilk cloth he had found laying around. Nothing but the best housing for his perfect clone, after all! Wrapping it lightly, he set the lid on top and made his way out of the apartment he was sharing with Dominic in Dalaran. He thumped noisily down the stares and had a grin on his features that would have set anyone who truly knew him off with worry at the sight. And he certainly had a lightness in his step that he hadn’t had for a while. Though truthfully, most would have guessed it was because of the current promise in events of his love life rather than what was in the box. And they would have been fairly accurate.

His destination was Silvermoon, to a particular little apartment that a friend of his shared with his current boyfriend. He certainly hoped the priest was around, and not.. currently indisposed with the red-head. The trip there was rather uneventful, save for over hearing a rather amusing argument between a goblin and a tauren over matters of who could take more in a fight. It seemed like a one-sided conversation until it came to blows and the tauren ended up getting tripped and knocked back onto the zepplin tower just as the zepplin began to leave. That goblin surely had been able to take quite a beating too, for as much as the tauren had wailed on him. Sargonas had narrowly managed to escape getting dragged off with him, if not for a quick thinking side step and a hard boot to the ass to the rogue looking blood elf woman in front of him. She certainly hadn’t appreciated his roughness, but he merely flashed a charming smile at her and promptly twisted the wrist she had holding a dagger against his throat.

Oops.

Well, one riot on a zepplin arriving to Tirisfal later, this ‘rather uneventful’ trip left him standing in the Court of the Sun in front of Zel’s apartment door with a stinging cheek, a bloodied lip and his ribs sore as could be. Well, okay.. maybe he did have a bit of fun on the way over. And, thankfully, his little treasure had made it intact and unharmed. He gave a steady knock to the door and waited patiently. Zel should be home by now. The man never worked in the evenings unless they desperately needed him for something. And then he preferred spending those evenings with his boyfriend, Denley.

There was a long stretch of silence, but finally the door opened and he was greeted with the sight of the bronzed priest staring at him with those intense eyes. Sargonas did not lose his grin.

“You. What do you want? Unless you have the materials I asked for for that… ring you wished for me to make you…” He started, his voice sounding quite displeased.

Oh, so he was interrupting something? Sargonas shrugged and stared at Zel. “I got a favor to ask you, and no I don’t got none’ve that shit yet. ‘m workin’ on’t though. Promise.”

Zel merely rolled his eyes then stepped back to allow Sargonas in. The blackguard shoved his way past the priest and looked around, still grinning and ignoring Zel’s muttering as the door shut behind them. He trotted on over to the couch nearby and flopped onto it, sitting the box carefully into his lap. He could see Denley was home, and writing at his desk. The slender, yet tone young man looked up and offered him a pleasant smile, to which Sargonas waved back animatedly then turned his attention back to Zel quickly. Who he noticed was giving him that ‘I will kill you if this isn’t important’ glare.

“I need ya t’enchant somethin’ fer me. ‘an I need’t t’be able t’do certain things.” He smirks even wider and sits up straight.

Zel’s eyes fell to the box in Sargonas’ lap and his expression turned to something of open wariness. “And what, pray tell, is it that you wish for me to enchant. And do what, exactly, hm?”

Rather than say anything at first, Sargonas merely opened the box up and pulled it out. His pride and glory, as was reflected on his handsome features. The shiny, flexible length bobbed to and fro very faintly as he held it up for the priest to see. Zel’s eyes widened and his skin turned dark around his face. As dark as his complexion was, it was still easy to tell he was blushing. A hiss escaped his lips, and the noise startled Denley, who turned around to see what the issue was, and was greeted with the same sight. Denley gawked and went scarlet.

“Y-you.. w-what.. this… what…” Zel was stuttering and heaving and just staring at it as if it were some living thing that would jump out and bite him. “Are you kidding me!!” He bellowed finally and balled his hands into a fist. “You want me to enchant a-a-a…. a …. THAT!!!!”

Sargonas couldn’t stop grinning, or stop himself from snorting and breaking out into a chuckle. Not with the way Zel was shaking in abject prudish embarrassment and the way he also noted the man couldn’t tear his eyes away from it.

“Oh gods.. oh gods.. that’s.. that’s YOURS isn’t it?!” The priest lifted his hand and groaned, then shook his head, “This is unbelievable Sargonas! How could you possibly think I would agree to something like this!?”

Sargonas offered Zel a look, then stood up after placing the box onto the table in front of him and handed the priest the dildo. “Because y’know I won’t leave ‘til y’do.”

Zel handled the thing with a curled lip and chanced a glance over to his boyfriend, who was staring and gawking and blushing, and then suddenly looking away quickly and trying to get back to his work, but also trying to make it not so obvious that he was very interested in what was in Zel’s hands and the way he seemed to… almost enjoy the look of it. Which of course made the priest blush even darker and glare at Sargonas.

“Fine!! What do you want?!” He snapped, gripping the dildo in one hand tightly and jerking it back up to Sargonas’ face as if he were brandishing a weapon.

This of course made the blackguard burst into another fit of laughter for several minutes before Zel could get him to calm down.

“I… I want’t t’warm up on use. Y’know? Kinna like.. make’t feel’s life like as possible, y’know?” He finally managed to get out between chuckles and snorts.

Zel’s eye twitched as he listened to Sargonas speak, until his expression was almost naked gawking by the end. “Are you kidding me?”

“Nope. ‘An I want’t t’be so no’n else but th’one I’m giftin’t to can’t use’t. S’kinna important that way. Since, y’know, it’s my cock.”

Zel nearly dropped the dildo then and took a step back, his eye twitching even more. “Oh for the love of—- This is YOURS!! As in literally y—..” He groans and turns his head in disgust. “Damn you, Sargonas. Only you.”

“Whaaaat?” He sounded impertinent and childish still. And yes, still grinning. “So…? Can y’do’t fer me?”

Zel made another face and stared at the dildo in question, then groaned, “Yes, yes… of course… But you will NEVER speak of this to anyone, do you understand me?”

Sargonas merely kept grinning and waited patiently.

30th March 2012

Post reblogged from The Voices in my Mind with 4 notes

Fight! (slightly NSFW)

fatherdominic:

((A note: Kaylynne is another one of my characters. I will likely be posting the continuation of this for that reason, even if Dom does not make an appearance.))

Read More

(( Reblogging because.. yeah.. Sarg is about to get serious face! ))

28th March 2012

Post

Sargonas’ Journal

Guess I’m just not good enough. Never had what it took. Or maybe people just really do grow apart after awhile, no matter how much you love them.

I tried my best, to be the best for you. I know I wasn’t perfect, and I never will be. There are things I’ve done, things I’ve probably said that I shouldn’t have. Butted in where I had no right to. But all these years… I’ve done nothing but love you. That at least, was a single constant, through every up and down.

I just wish you had the balls to tell me you don’t want to have anything to with me anymore to my face. But no, you ran off with that new bunch of friends, doing things that… well you want to do and made it pointedly clear you don’t want my involved in any way, shape or form. And that’s your right, given it’s your life. And I have no right to tell you how to live it.

You haven’t been happy with me lately, and I have a few guesses as to why. But just like you have your life to live, so do I. Doesn’t mean I ever wanted a wedge drawn between us. I would like to say these things to you in person, but I doubt you would listen, or care. You’ve got things in your mind, and certain ways you want to do them, so I’ve got little choice but to let you go ahead and do it and just stand here and keep waiting.

Waiting for the day you decide you want to have something to do with me again. If ever. I just wish… I had some way of conveying to you just how much I miss you. Of how much I’ve always loved you and always will, no matter what. That I worry about you as much as anyone else does or would, and that I can’t help that. I know you know how to take care of yourself, but that doesn’t mean I won’t stop worrying. You’re family and I love you and these things you do… they hurt me so bad but I don’t think you care.

And that’s okay because I suppose I lost your respect. I just never imagined I would have lost you along with it, without having the chance to make up for it. So go on, enjoy your new friends. I won’t bother you, I promise. I hope someday you find happiness. With, or without me in the picture.

Forever and always, I will be here. I promise.

I love you, Sena.