#252- Innuendo
Innuendo
The music flowed around the dark, cluttered room. Little notes bouncing off stacks of papers, and around records before racing around the corner of the couch to swirl around the two men that stood in the silently, bouncing off their heads and tumbling down to the old, scuffed wooden floor. The mellow tone of the music filled the room slowly, seeping into the aged walls, and creeping into the hall with a slow, but meaningful pace.
“Is your memory back?” It was the same question every night, with an earnest pleading that implied that if he only cared hard enough, Percy’s memories would leap back into the forefront of his mind.
“I remember more,” he assured his lover, tilting his head as he gave the vampire a sidelong look. A smirk played on his lips as his fingers danced along the spin of the couch, tapping out the hypnotic beat of the music.
“What do you remember?” Arséne rumbled, is accent thick, heavily laced with something more.
“That the grass is greener on the other side.”
“…what?”
Percy smirked, before turning to lean in closer, music wrapping around them like a bow on a Christmas package. “The grass…the prize, whatever you wish to call it.”
“What the fuck does grass have to do with anything?”
Percy snorted as he turned away, pausing only a moment to glance at the other vampire with a cryptic look in his eyes. For a moment he seemed to consider the idea of bluntly saying what he meant, but the idea was dismissed out of hand as easily as if it had never existed in the first place.
“What?”
“Nothing, perhaps I don’ remember things so well anyway. Or…maybe it was jus’ forgettable.” He smirked as he walked away, hunting out a new bottle of gin as Arséne tried to work out the meaning behind his insult. Or at least the statement that he was certain was meant as such.
“Are you imply…”
“Yes.”
“What the fuck!”
“You probably a bit of a duck…”
“A duck?”
“Certainly no’ anything else…”
“Excuse me?”
Arséne scowled, turning to follow the smaller man with a determined stomp punctuated by a staccato drum beat, the ribbons of music disturbed in lieu of an impending argument. “I don’t think you remember anything right.”
“Why is that?”
“Because I’m like a horse!”
“Really?” Percy peered at the man pointedly, before shaking his head. “I don’ know…It don’ look it.”
“Well at least I’m not like a frog.”
“Technically you are a frog.”
“…..fuck you!”
“Please?”
They stood silently for a moment, Arséne’s mouth working open and closed for a long moment as he considered his options with great authority. But despite all his attempts he could find nothing to counter, and instead gaped at the smug beast in front of him.
“Cat have your tongue?” Percy asked teasingly.
“Are you a cat?”
“Are you really a horse?”
“Yes.”
“You don’ look like one.”
“What happened to fucking?”
“What happened to peace?”
Arséne boiled, the color in his face going from a pale white to an almost pink complexion. “You’re being a pain.”
“I thought you liked me that way.”
“I like you quiet.”
“No’ screaming you’re name?”
“You don’ scream…”
“I could.”
“You won’t.”
“Why?”
The music softened, prancing around their feet as the two shuffled about the room, moving closer, only for Percy to turn away again.
“You’re a tease.”
“You’re no’ aggressive.”
“You’re still a tease.”
“Maybe, but I could still scream.”
“You won’t.”
“I could.”
“For who?”
“Maybe no’ for you,” Percy seemed to contemplate the idea for a moment. “Maybe for someone else.”
“For who?”
“Does it matter?”
“Yes.” Arséne stomped his foot down, breaking the music for a moment, and leaving them in silence as it gained momentum again. “Scream for me.”
“Will you make me?”
“I’ll beat you with a rob.”
“Don’ you always.”
“Who makes you scream?”
“No one you know.”
The grew quiet again, vampires grew silent again, as if waiting for the notes to give them space before tying them up close again. “Do you really remember?”
“More than you think?”
“Who is Luca?”
“Who is in your dreams?”
“You.”
“Jus’ me?”
“What are you getting at?”
Percy frowned for a moment, before tilting his head to the side. “You don’ know?”
“Uh, no.”
Percy smirked, before moving closer, a bottle of Gin bouncing in one hand daintily before he looped a finger through Arséne’s belt loop and pulled the vampire closer. He leaned in to run his tongue up the side of Arséne’s neck, nipping at the vampire’s ear before softly whispering, “following now?”
“No…” the vampire answered truthfully, “but I don’t mind it so much.”
Percy laughed as the fumbled their way to their bed, clothing tossed to the side as the bottle of gin bounced off the wooden floors to the beat of music before it shattered against laughter.
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William Percy Hastings
OC
820
The music flowed around the dark, cluttered room. Little notes bouncing off stacks of papers, and around records before racing around the corner of the couch to swirl around the two men that stood in the silently, bouncing off their heads and tumbling down to the old, scuffed wooden floor. The mellow tone of the music filled the room slowly, seeping into the aged walls, and creeping into the hall with a slow, but meaningful pace.
“Is your memory back?” It was the same question every night, with an earnest pleading that implied that if he only cared hard enough, Percy’s memories would leap back into the forefront of his mind.
“I remember more,” he assured his lover, tilting his head as he gave the vampire a sidelong look. A smirk played on his lips as his fingers danced along the spin of the couch, tapping out the hypnotic beat of the music.
“What do you remember?” Arséne rumbled, is accent thick, heavily laced with something more.
“That the grass is greener on the other side.”
“…what?”
Percy smirked, before turning to lean in closer, music wrapping around them like a bow on a Christmas package. “The grass…the prize, whatever you wish to call it.”
“What the fuck does grass have to do with anything?”
Percy snorted as he turned away, pausing only a moment to glance at the other vampire with a cryptic look in his eyes. For a moment he seemed to consider the idea of bluntly saying what he meant, but the idea was dismissed out of hand as easily as if it had never existed in the first place.
“What?”
“Nothing, perhaps I don’ remember things so well anyway. Or…maybe it was jus’ forgettable.” He smirked as he walked away, hunting out a new bottle of gin as Arséne tried to work out the meaning behind his insult. Or at least the statement that he was certain was meant as such.
“Are you imply…”
“Yes.”
“What the fuck!”
“You probably a bit of a duck…”
“A duck?”
“Certainly no’ anything else…”
“Excuse me?”
Arséne scowled, turning to follow the smaller man with a determined stomp punctuated by a staccato drum beat, the ribbons of music disturbed in lieu of an impending argument. “I don’t think you remember anything right.”
“Why is that?”
“Because I’m like a horse!”
“Really?” Percy peered at the man pointedly, before shaking his head. “I don’ know…It don’ look it.”
“Well at least I’m not like a frog.”
“Technically you are a frog.”
“…..fuck you!”
“Please?”
They stood silently for a moment, Arséne’s mouth working open and closed for a long moment as he considered his options with great authority. But despite all his attempts he could find nothing to counter, and instead gaped at the smug beast in front of him.
“Cat have your tongue?” Percy asked teasingly.
“Are you a cat?”
“Are you really a horse?”
“Yes.”
“You don’ look like one.”
“What happened to fucking?”
“What happened to peace?”
Arséne boiled, the color in his face going from a pale white to an almost pink complexion. “You’re being a pain.”
“I thought you liked me that way.”
“I like you quiet.”
“No’ screaming you’re name?”
“You don’ scream…”
“I could.”
“You won’t.”
“Why?”
The music softened, prancing around their feet as the two shuffled about the room, moving closer, only for Percy to turn away again.
“You’re a tease.”
“You’re no’ aggressive.”
“You’re still a tease.”
“Maybe, but I could still scream.”
“You won’t.”
“I could.”
“For who?”
“Maybe no’ for you,” Percy seemed to contemplate the idea for a moment. “Maybe for someone else.”
“For who?”
“Does it matter?”
“Yes.” Arséne stomped his foot down, breaking the music for a moment, and leaving them in silence as it gained momentum again. “Scream for me.”
“Will you make me?”
“I’ll beat you with a rob.”
“Don’ you always.”
“Who makes you scream?”
“No one you know.”
The grew quiet again, vampires grew silent again, as if waiting for the notes to give them space before tying them up close again. “Do you really remember?”
“More than you think?”
“Who is Luca?”
“Who is in your dreams?”
“You.”
“Jus’ me?”
“What are you getting at?”
Percy frowned for a moment, before tilting his head to the side. “You don’ know?”
“Uh, no.”
Percy smirked, before moving closer, a bottle of Gin bouncing in one hand daintily before he looped a finger through Arséne’s belt loop and pulled the vampire closer. He leaned in to run his tongue up the side of Arséne’s neck, nipping at the vampire’s ear before softly whispering, “following now?”
“No…” the vampire answered truthfully, “but I don’t mind it so much.”
Percy laughed as the fumbled their way to their bed, clothing tossed to the side as the bottle of gin bounced off the wooden floors to the beat of music before it shattered against laughter.
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William Percy Hastings
OC
820