give me your blood

[brujadesangre]

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[endure_soldier]

{Dante can recall no physical pain, no true discomfort outside of a hangover or paper cut. Living in the lap of luxury for so long made him spoiled in that aspect; as a child, every bump and bruise was treated like surgery was needed and the house doctor was called no matter the hour. His body bore no scars, his bones remained unbroken.

But when awoke that day and moved sleepily into the hallway to see his mother and father and... her. He knew what had happened. And he thought of the beautiful boy the was still sleeping in his covers, and how saying 'yes' to this woman would change everything.

His heart broke, and his stomach turned, and he just packed his bags and ran.}

...you can't escape me, I'm sorry.

[sociomonere]

[Already one witch's plaything, he does not succumb to another. He doesn't know what's going on in Dante's head, but his big comforting smile is gone and Tallendi nudges him. When he gets no response, he claps the man on the shoulder nervously.]

Hey.

who says I was trying to escape~ *preen preen*

[endure_soldier]

{Dante stirs, pulled from the room in his head he felt locked in. He focuses on Tallendi, his wide, open eyes. A small smile comes involuntarily.}

Ah, lo siento. I was... Distracted.

someday I will stop hoarding you to myself.

[sociomonere]

[The brat makes an incredulously face at him, mouth and brows scrunched up. It worried him. That witch's magic makes him itch, even if Baby's stopped up his eyes and ears and nose and throat too good for some other bitch to find her way in.]

I noticed.

oh, but not too soon :3

[endure_soldier]

{He wipes his eyes, with their sleep and distant trickles, with his palm, fingers fumbling. There's an aching in his chest that often precedes him doing something stupid and self-destructive.}

It has been a tough week. We should... We should do something. Go somewhere.

~<3

[sociomonere]

[Tallendi raises an eyebrow. He'd given up on 'going places' and 'doing things' about when he ran off from his parent's wake. The most exciting thing he ever convinces himself to do is hang out in a food court or badger strangers for cigarettes. Not like he's saying no, because Dante is his hero, but still. He holds out and hand and curls at fingers at Dallas who comes to him in a flurry of feathers, he pets the things head thoughtfully.]

Oh yeah, like where?

... is Dante really his hero? O_O *scared for his well-being*

[endure_soldier]

{A quizzical expression passes over his face as the crow descends and perches obediently upon Tallendi's hand. Dante does not question, rather, he is in awe about how beautiful that moment seemed. He blinks, shakes his head as if to remind himself, nothing is as beautiful as it seems.}

I do not know. There's got to be... Hotels? Houses? Places with people. {He laughs, maybe shame in there, somewhere.} Places with booze.

boy has no other normal friends 8||||||||

[sociomonere]

[Tallendi considers this. They could probably find some party to crash, yeah. He hasn't been to one since he was still going to school, but he knows the sort of places people gather together. He nods slowly.]

Yeah, probably.

hmmm, we should... PARTY. :D but I never know when you're on :\

[endure_soldier]

Then why are we here feeling sorry for ourselves? We should be out there, living, having fun!

{He gestures widely, but minds the bird. His enthusiasm doesn't need to be feigned; he misses home, not just for its comforts, but for its life... The food, the dancing, the drinking, the music. God, he did not know how much he missed it until it was so far away.}