Comments | hometrail: † And the more I see the less I like.

likeagoodson in hometrail

† And the more I see the less I like.

Aug 08, 2010 10:05

Characters: lordistic & likeagoodson
Setting/Location: the shadowsJust outside the Caravan.
Date & Time: Day 10, Afternoon
Warnings: BLOOD?
Summary: With Johnny gone and lacking food, Charley drives himself to the brink of hunger. A certain someone ends up in the way.

( Is it over yet, in my head? )

charles j. chrishunds, sesshoumaru, #style: prose, *day 10

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lordistic August 8 2010, 17:33:14 UTC

Sesshoumaru was unable to decipher what was wrong with him. His nose couldn't smell, his ears couldn't hear, his eyes couldn't see - or, rather, they could, but not properly. It was as though he was trapped in the body of a weak human, but he knew the body he was in was his own. The markings were on his arm - the one that was left - mokomoko-sama was with him, his clothes were his; this was not some alternate copy of himself. But the reason for his sudden loss of power was inexplicable and he was determined to find out what it was ( ... )

likeagoodson August 8 2010, 18:42:52 UTC

There was an apology on the tip of his tongue before he could even recollect what he was doing. Through slightly blurred vision, Charley squinted to take in the other as best he could. Trying to compose himself was an even bigger task, his unsatisfied appetite gnawing insistently at him. It was threatening to control his actions; even this person, distinctly male, would prove to be--

"No." Charley said it firmly, both in answer to the other's question and to convince himself he did not need to resort to violence - and thus, murder - to appease his own treacherous body. "I was only--"

Everything in him stopped. He was so close to him, his scent was mingling with the air. Strong, masculine. Charley instantly took a step backward, and then, as his thoughts became overrun with blood and hunger and eat, he reached for him. A hand wound tight in his clothes, whatever the softness was his fingers brushed up against. His teeth were beginning to hurt; even without all of the enhancements in his body, this natural strength did not elude him. ( ... )

lordistic August 9 2010, 03:21:56 UTC

When the creature grabbed his kimono, Sesshoumaru flinched. The last time someone had been close enough to touch him it had been Rin - his priority. Of course, having lost his sense of smell, the once-demon could no longer see the danger he was in just being around the hungry vampire: instead he lifted his single arm, reaching out to grip the arm of the person that held onto him so tightly ( ... )

likeagoodson August 9 2010, 03:47:53 UTC

Sesshoumaru. His name, if the way he addressed himself was any indication, but Charley could barely understand the words being spoken to him. How could he care for introductions when he could not control himself? That thick haze of bloodlust was continuing to grow inside him; the pain and the agony he felt being alone, utterly on his own without Master to pester or annoy or feed him left every emotion he possessed open to the world. He couldn't breathe, caught on his own tears as he grit his teeth ( ... )

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