He’d practiced his letters, writing them down over and over again. He could sing the song, and he could write them with a shaky hand. But he managed it, through yawning mornings as Arsene slumped over the bed, through head bobbing and tiredness
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Anson gives it a tap just the same, out of caution as well as politeness, having learned the hard way that a surprised vampire is not a happy vampire.
"Yo, Percy!" he calls cheerfully, closing the door behind him. He walks into the living room, his gym bag slung casually over his shoulder. Percy is curled up in a corner of the couch, the television bathing his face in a bluish glow. "Well?" Anson says, dropping the bag on the floor. He flops down on the couch next to Percy and grins. "Happy to see me?"
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"Is happy even a reality in this world? Or somethin' you see on the telly and wish for." He licked his lips, looking at the bag. "What's that?"
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"I don't know, Percy," he admits, glancing at the television skeptically. "There was a time when I would've said no, but now..." He shrugs. "I think everybody's got at least a chance. You've got to wait a long time, sometimes, and work your ass off for it, but...yeah. It can happen."
Anson glances down at the bag and grins. Percy looks as curious as a cat, his nose fairly twitching as he peers down at it.
"Couple bottles of gin and some whiskey, to tide you over until your deliveries start next week. And some other stuff, too." Anson picks it up and unzips it, but pauses, his hand resting on the flap. He gives Percy a sidelong glance and raises an eyebrow teasingly. "You been working on your letters?"
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"I have been, but you don' have to talk like I'm four..." It annoyed him a little, as he brushed his hair back. "It bothers me..."
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"Fuckin' fill you before you belong to someone else." He hissed, shaking in anger as he glared heatedly. "I'll kill you!" The lamps on the side tables started to shake, teeth bared as he snarled like a wild animal.
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"Jesus!" Anson chokes, scrambling backwards. He wedges himself into a corner of the couch, Percy looming over him, hissing bloody murder. "I didn't mean it," Anson babbles, his face ashen. "I didn't mean it. I don't want to be his. I want to be yours." He looks at the knife, its sharp point inches from his heart, shaking as he strains to hold Percy's arm back. "I'm sorry," he pants, looking at Percy pleadingly. "Please, Percy. I'm sorry." He shakes his head, keeping his eyes locked on Percy's, hoping the vampire can see he's telling the ( ... )
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He dropped the knife, before leaning in to lick at Anson's cut roughly, his tongue pushing in as he lapped along the slice. His hand could feel the tightness in the man's pants, but it only made him smile more.
"What do you want now? If you don' want to bleed no more..."
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