PRODIGAL SON; *

give  me  a  shot  to  REMEMBER   &   you  can  take  all  the  pain  away  from me  a   kiss    &    I  will  surrender  ,  the  sharpest  lives  are  the  deadliest  to lead  . . . .   

        BARELY  A  SECOND  TO  REACT    to  anticipate  the  others  actions  before  he  was dragged  kicking   &   screaming  to  the  BLACK LAKE.  ‘  n-no  come  o -    FLIN-   ‘   pleas  falling  upon  deaf  ears  as  he  was  forced  violently  upon  his  knees  ,   sinking  into the  muddy  shallows  of  the  lake.   icey  blues  wide  in  terror ,   head  swings  violently from  side  to  side  before  raven  tresses  are  grabbed  viciously   &   his  head  is  plunged into  the  lake.     form  thrashes  violently  underneath  the  vice  like  grip ,  arms swinging  in a  lame  attempt  to  force  the  other  off  of  him.    he’s  pulled up  for  a  moment,   a  second  to  catch  his  breath  ,   as  he  spits  the liquid violently  down  his  own  robes  ,   heaving  the liquid  up  from  his  lungs  through  coughs  &   chokes .   lungs  burning  in  agony.   there  is  a  moment ,  of  sheer  terror  etched upon  his  sharp  features.    through  blurry vision  he  attempts  to  hold  the  others  gaze silently  begging  him  to  cease  ,   ivories chattering  as  the  iciness  of  the  lake  seeps through  his  robes.    but  to  no  avail  his head  is  forced  under  again,    form  spasming under  the  grip  ,   lungs  burning  , attempting  to  force  the  foul  liquid  out  from  parted lips   ,    vision  begins  to  fade   ,   the  fight  disappearing   ,   the  heavy  drag  of  his  limbs before  they  fall  limp.   blues  rolls  back  ,   bubbles  upon  the  surface  edge  of  the  lake slowing   .  .   .     i’m going to die. 

          ICHOR  LEAKS  FROM  THE  BRIDGE  of  his  nose.  tongue  lashes  across his  parted  lips  TASTING  the  sweet  metallic  release  of  his  own  anguish  that  was  now  splattered  across  his  features  ,   lips  curling  upwards  into  a  tight  grin,  laughter  threatening  to  bubble  from  ichor  stained  lips  -   though  he  holds  it  back.    oh  he  had  VIBRATED  at  the  violently  unexpected  crack  that  had  radiated  through  his  form ,    from  the  SHARP  thud  of  pain  that  now  ached  across  his  features.   inhaling  sharply ,  he  tugs  his  lower  lip  through  parted  ivories ,    icey  blues  fluttering  closed  for  a  minute  exhaling  unevenly.                                                ‘    oh  come  now ,  B.     you  can  do  better  than  that.  at  least  if  you’re  going  to  break  it  ,   at  least  make  me  quiver  with  DREAD ,  make  me  collapse  in  pain.    i’m  so  disappointed.       ‘

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NAME:  alex. NICKNAME: sash, jasper  or  daddy. SIGN: taurus. HEIGHT:  5′8″ NATIONALITY:  australian.  ORIENTATION: pansexual.

HE   STANDS   TALL   AND   STILL   ,   his   very   presence   drawing   the   light   out   of   the   room   .   a   chill   sweeps   into   the   air   as   he   steps   closer   to   where   shane   is   knelt   in   front   of   him   .   his   menace   is   effortless   ,   a   creature   of   nightmares   and   unholy   horrors   .   yet   it   is   this   very   aura   that   inspires   devotion   .   a   white   hand   brushes   aside   a   voluminous   sleeve   to   reach   forward   and   curl   around   shane’s   throat   ,   lightly   .   the   points   of   his   sharpened   fingernails   dig   into   the   skin   .   ❝   you   …   disappoint   me   .   ❞

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