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silenziosa_odio

ABC....123...

Jan 02, 2008 20:56

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 ( Read more... )

anson, usa, 2008, new york, rp

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anson_greene January 3 2008, 03:36:22 UTC

Percy never locks the door.

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?"

silenziosa_odio January 3 2008, 03:41:49 UTC

Percy's eyes cut sideways, Percy's blue eyes reflecting the television. Anson's weight on the couch caused it to bounce a little, before he sighed...

"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?"

anson_greene January 3 2008, 03:50:43 UTC

Anson looks at him for a moment, then slips an arm around him, pulling him close. He kisses him, running a hand through the vampire's hair before letting him go.

"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?"

silenziosa_odio January 3 2008, 04:25:36 UTC

Percy rolled his eyes, the bag sliding away from Anson suddenly as he reached down to pull out a bottle...

"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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anson_greene January 21 2008, 04:20:11 UTC

Anson stiffens, yelping in pain as Percy's fangs sink into his lower lip. His eyes widen but he doesn't dare pull away, not if he wants to keep it. Finally, Percy releases him, sitting back and giggling, blood running down his chin ( ... )

silenziosa_odio January 21 2008, 05:23:04 UTC

Percy growled, jerking at the arm that Anson held hostage in a desperate attempt to impale the man. How dare he suggest such a thing?

"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.

anson_greene January 21 2008, 06:31:08 UTC

Anson's eyes widen and he realizes he has made a very serious error in judgement. He'd meant to piss Percy off, yeah, but he hadn't realized just how angry Percy would be, nor the form his rage would take. It takes all of his strength to hold the knife back as Percy makes a serious attempt to plunge it into his chest. The vampire's eyes burn with fury and the very room begins to shake apart around them, the lamps dancing a mad drumbeat on the side tables, paintings rattling on the walls.

"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 ( ... )

silenziosa_odio January 21 2008, 07:26:13 UTC

Percy laughs then, pulling away as the world grew quiet again. So, the boy was going to piss himself if the vampire didn't stop. "Your right. You won't. Your mine..." You'll die only when I'm ready to let you...

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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