[hr][hr] [center][h1][sub][i][color=#000000]Brandon Murphy[/color] & [color=#FF4500]Ky' vie Morgan[/color][/i][/sub][/h1] — [b]۵[/b] [b]۞[/b] [b]۵[/b] — [img]https://i.imgur.com/t1sbcMT.gif[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/CZGLK6e.gif[/img] [b]Location:[/b] Hephaestus Cabin - Camp Half-Blood; New York. [sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] Each other.[/sup][/center] [hr][hr] Ten minutes indeed. The son of Ares made quick work of his shower and threw some basketball shorts on, taking his towel with him as he sped off out of the Ares cabin, hearing one of his siblings complaining about leaving the door open. He didn't care too much, he was on a mission, of sorts. Brandon used the towel he had lain over his shoulder to dry off his hair as he wrapped his free hand around the door knob, pushing into the cabin hesitantly. The boy peeked in and saw no one was in there, slipping in and shutting the door behind him. [color=black][b]"Hey gorgeous, where you at?"[/b][/color] [color=#FF4500]"..in here."[/color] Head on a light tilt as she used the towel to scrunch at her hair, drying it off as best as she could for the moment, Ky' vie found herself distracted as she stared down at the various blueprints and schematics that she had covering the surface of her desk. Her mind stuck on-... Well, she wasn't exactly sure just what it was stuck on at this point. There was so much fucking going on at once; so much that they all needed to process, that it was more than a little hard to focus on any one thing in particular. She wasn't sure that distracting herself with her work, or her side projects was going to help too much, but hell, it was worth a damn try wasn't it..? At least, it couldn't hurt... worst that could happen was she got a little too into her own thoughts that she fucked something up, and had to make a new part to replace the one she'd screwed. A light frown crossing over her lips, her body lowering until she was seated in her desk chair; she lowered the towel until it was resting over her lap. A single hand reaching out to brush aside some of the plans she'd been working on the night before; stopping only when she came to the ones that she was currently looking for. Her steely eyes gliding over the design- the tweaks in her calculations; they eventually drew across to the project in question. The perfect replica of the Colt Paterson eighteen thirty-six cap and ball had been a bitch to modify; but then, it didn't help that she wasn't particularly familiar with firearms. Fire... yes. Gun..? Not so much. But she was willing to give it a go, and it wasn't as though she was short on inspiration. Her gaze flicked away from the revolver and over to one of the shelves housing her pop culture memorabilia- Supernatural being a stable in her showcase. Returning her attention to the project in front of her, she gave a quick toss of her towel off to the side. Not particularly caring where it landed as she reached into her desk draw. And pulling out a decent sized wooden box, she placed it beside her. Legs crossing under the desk as she opened it up; clearly getting ready to begin her work. Brandon's head whipped towards the direction of her voice, walking over to find her with his typical stupid grin plastered to his face. It wasn't until Bran noticed the schematics and blueprints spread out over her desk that she was so clearly focused on -- [i]not him[/i] -- that he realized this wasn't going to be what he thought, though he remained hopeful even still. Stepping up till he was standing directly behind her, Brandon placed his hands on her shoulders with a firm grip, massaging her shoulder muscles with his thumbs as he spoke. [color=black][b]"So, what exactly are we looking at here?"[/b][/color] The young man's lips pressed together in a fine line, his brows furrowing a bit. [color=black][b]"And how exactly is it going to be a better offer than our usual? Mm?"[/b][/color] Oh, by the Gods his hands could work wonders... Closing her eyes as his fingers began working at the muscles in her shoulders, already relaxed by the shower she'd had, Ky' vie's attention was pulled away from her work. Her naturally pouted lips parting at the seam as she let herself be taken by the action- enjoying his touch for a few moments, and not showing any sign that she was going to answer his question, let alone that she'd even heard it, until her hand rose from the desk. Her eyes opening, slowly, she trapped his chin between her fingers for the third time so far that day. Her hold easily broken, though despite that, she turned his head. Happy for him to continue massaging her as she drew his attention to the revolver she had laying on the side of her desk. He could feel her relax more and more in his grip, chuckling softly. The few moments passing in silence only proved to him that he seemed to have her right where he wanted, leaning around to ask her sarcastically if she was alright when her hand caught his jaw. Something about the gesture itself always caused Brandon to come to a full-stop. He loved it. Bran let her turn him into the direction she wanted, looking over at the revolver on the desk. [i]Had it been sitting there that entire time?[/i] Brandon raised an eyebrow at the thing, continuing to massage her shoulders. [color=black][b]"You... brought a gun into Camp Half-Blood?"[/b][/color] Bran slowly came to a halt, now leaning over a bit so he could get a better look at Ky' vie's face. [color=black][b]"Not planning to shoot up the camp with that thing, are you? Wouldn't be very effective. I'd suggest a rifle with a large mag, sweetheart,"[/b][/color] he said with a smirk. [color=#FF4500]"..I made it."[/color] Turning her head, gaze flicking up to meet with his, Ky met and held his gaze, [color=#FF4500]"..and the stygian iron bullets to go with it..."[/color] Brandon's attention was brought back to the revolver, both his brows raising as a smile teased at the corners of his lips. [color=black][b]"Really?[/b][/color] He pulled his hands from their resting position on Ky' vie's shoulders and transferred them to the gun, picking up the revolver to inspect it. The boy was careful to keep his finger clear from the trigger and had the gun pointed off in the opposite direction of the both of them as he handled it. The finish on the metal was was gorgeous. Bran inspected the top of the barrel a bit closer, being sure that the barrel wasn't out of alignment at all, nodding his head as he looked it over. He popped the cylinder off to the side, seeing there were no bullets loaded into it, he turned the revolver around to inspect the rifling. Brandon flipped it back around and whipped the cylinder closed, checking to be sure there was no extensive gap between the forcing cone and the cylinders. Cocking the hammer, Brandon placed fingers on either side of the cylinder and attempted to wiggle it a bit but it didn't give. He pulled the trigger and let the hammer back down but kept his finger on the trigger, checking for any movement a second time. The boy knew the more wiggle there was the looser the revolver would be and the more likely it would be that the alignment could be out of time with the barrel. Pulling his attention away from the gun a moment, he gave Ky' vie a huge grin of approval. [color=black][b]"Holy shit, Morgan. Nice work."[/b][/color] [color=#FF4500]"..take a look at these..."[/color] His words of praise causing her heart to flutter lightly, Ky reached into the wooden box that she'd pulled out from her desk. Taking a few moments, retrieving a couple of the bullets that she made, she twisted over the seat. Waiting until he was holding his hand up before she dropped them into his palm, [color=#FF4500]"..I cast them this morning. This is straight from the fires of my forge. Pure stygian iron, and engraved accordingly so that they're easier to tell them apart from regular ammo; not that I'd ever cast regular ammo."[/color] Brandon rolled the bullets around in his palm, looking them over before setting the revolver down, still holding the stygian bullets in his hand. [color=black][b]"[i]This[/i] is what you've been working on, all this time?"[/b][/color] [color=#FF4500]"..I know it's late, but... happy birthday."[/color] Her words caused Bran's eyes to widen, having nearly dropped the bullets in his sudden excitement, he closed his fist around them and looked down at her. [color=black][b]"What? No. No, Ky... [i]babe[/i]. Why not keep this for yourself? This is... it's gorgeous. My birthday...? You.."[/b][/color] Brandon chuckled softly, a smirk spreading across his face. [color=black][b]"You already gave me a birthday present, remember?"[/b][/color] [color=#FF4500]"..the 'gift' I gave you... that was just meant to be a fun little bonus."[/color] Hand lifting up, Ky reached out towards him. Her touch soft as she ran her fingers over his closed fist and forearm; she lifted herself out of her desk chair and back onto her feet. Gaze meeting with his, [color=#FF4500]"Really, my goal was to have this done by then, but... some of the smaller pieces took longer to make than I first thought; and I had to file down each bit by hand in order to get the perfect balance and modifications I needed..."[/color] Pausing a moment, she reached out with her free hand, and picking up the revolver, she turned it upside down so that he was able to see his name engraved in the butt of the hilt, [color=#FF4500]"..the engraving was the easiest part, surprisingly."[/color] Brandon looked down at the gun, noticing his name was in fact engraved on the butt of the gun, his eyes pulling back up to hers. This time, his grin nearly reaching his eyes, taking up his fake but very real sounding Irish accent that he knew she loved hearing, [color=black][b]"Aye, I'm sure it was, Prencess."[/b][/color] Bran reached over and flipped the lid of the wooden box, dumping the bullets back inside of it before his attention came back around to Ky' vie. He cupped her face in his hands and leaned down, pressing his lips to hers in a firm, quick kiss. [color=black][b]"Thanks, gorgeous."[/b][/color] Fuck..! That accent... He knew what it did to her; and the shithead had absolutely [i]no[/i] issues in using it as a weapon to get exactly what he wanted. Hands making it to his chest; Ky' vie slowly let them trail down his toned body. The tips of her fingers tracing his each and every muscle that she could reach until she was able to tease at the waistband of his shorts. Her dark gaze flicking down to his lips for a brief moment before it they lifted back up to meet with his. [color=#FF4500]"..stay with me a while..? Please, daddy..?"[/color] [i]Daddy[/i]? Hah. Accent works every time. She knew the use of the name worked for him as well, she was playing at her own game to get what she wanted. A chill ran down the length of his spike at her touch. Brandon smirked a bit as he bit down on his lower lip, his hands wrapping around her waist to pull her in against him, looking down into her eyes. Placing a finger under her chin, his smirk turned into a bit of a mischievous grin. [color=black][b]"Mm, doesn't sound like you want me to stay that badly. Maybe I should go?"[/b][/color] Bran started to pull away, backing up towards the door. [color=#FF4500]"N-No-..."[/color] Fingers curling, taking a gentle hold of his waistband, she drew herself back in. Her body pressing flush against his as she shook her head lightly from side to side. Gaze locked with his, and a soft, almost pleading tone hitting her voice, [color=#FF4500]"Please, daddy..? [i]Please[/i] stay with me..."[/color] [i]Yes.[/i] There it was. The son of Ares sighed heavily, almost sounding like a growl as he looked Ky' vie over before him, meeting her gaze once more with the same grin plastered across his face. Bran chuckled softly, his fingers teased at the strap of the singlet she wore a moment before reaching down to pick her up in his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. Just for her, he took up the accent again and winked at her. [color=black][b]"For you, Prencess, anytheng."[/b][/color]