RPG - Anton & Sulli 3

[timbits_tootsie]

Above him, Usoa goes rigid as the realisation hits him.

“I can’t…beat you…,” he wheezes,” but let’s see…how well you handle…Jack himself.”

A wide, toothy grin splits his lips. Usoa’s eyes pierce him, and Sullivan laughs at the panic he sees there and can almost hear the accusation that can’t make it past the monster’s lips, the shocked you

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[antonnachzehrer]

Something happens to the boy still pinned under him, and Usoa barely has time to think before his head is suddenly caught in an iron grip and he's being dragged upwards and back. He can't feel anything beyond all consuming fear as he feels a breath brush past his ear and then a voice, sharp as a blade and deadly as poison whisper in his ear, "I was wondering when you would slip up

[timbits_tootsie]

Through the scream that wrenches itself from his throat he feels his skin crawl from being so close to the Ruler of the Underworld, the presence of Jack so ancient and terrible that nothing compares to it. His upper body is arching up in a bridge, legs tense and trembling.

Anton’s name leaves his mouth, choked up and laced with the agony of withdrawal.

eat eat need food need to feed will melt melt fade eat-

(Okay. Did you have fun? :3)

[antonnachzehrer]

He looks down at the boy that Usoa had pinned to the ground, cocking his head curiously as he screams, thick black liquid starting to drip from his body. There are battle wounds all over his body, chunks of flesh missing. He looks at Usoa, sees the dried black liquid that still stains his face. He looks back at the boy

[timbits_tootsie]

Jack is talking to him. The words fall on deaf ears, but the voice…oh, the voice is the most magnificent thing he has ever heard, and how he wishes he could have it, drink it down-

Their eyes meet.

Sullivan lapses into weak sobbing and gasping, shuddering as fingers touch his cheek and stroke it gently, though without affection. There is blood seeping through his feverish skin to pool around him, and he vaguely knows that he is dying, but he can’t hold a thought long enough to understand it.

”Jack…” he whispers in a cracked voice and blinks slowly. His skin feels like it’s on fire.

(Good burgers are absolutely amazing :3 And alright. I can't stay up all that long tonight, because Tuesdays are long days, but I'll probably be around until two am or so. I like Jack :D)