jude nolan

Glory & Gore || Lucien & Jude

The lyrics of a Hozier song that he had been listening to prior before gathering courage and stumbling down the stairs to the Delta basement were more ringing in his head, knocking around his skull. Take me to church, I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your life. He let out a noise, not a shriek, but something that noted his surprise, his entire body lurching forward, slave to the force that Jude applied to it. His light eyes closed and Lucien could no longer breathe, a series of hits burrowing deep into his stomach. He endured one, two, looking up to see the way that he could no longer recognize the man who was putting him through this. Animal, more so than man. Lu smiled for a moment; he had found the muse that he had needed. “Stop,” he gasped, not able to wriggle free of the grip that Jude had him in, the next blow tugging him from the triumph of discovery and into the bright briliance and pain of reality.

Like a multiple personality disorder. Like some kind of mental patient, that's the only way he could describe it. There were two people rattling inside his body, there was Jekyll and there was Hyde. Hyde was a blue eyed monster, and all it took was a couple hits to something breakable to make him come out. He wanted to pretend to not here the protest, he was a wheel turning and wouldn't stop until it had worn down, till Lu crumpled. He wasn't that far gone, Jekyll was in shock but still in the room and he dropped the thin artist in his grip in the same way someone dropped a dish towel when they'd had enough of doing dishes. "Sorry," he breathed out, panting through his mouth, his nose too ruined to and bloodied to do anything more than serve as a contrast to the washed out colours of a face lit up in florescent lights.