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Their first impression: A cellmate.? (oh god, he’s trapped here, how long has this one been trapped here? He looks worn down to bruises.) It’s hard talking to people but this man seems ok. At least having someone to tell him how things work, he won’t be alone.  Is that good? Is that better or worse, to be trapped with someone else?  

Their Second impression: WHAT HAPPENED, what did he do wrong? He–he.. used him.  THIS FILTHY FUCKING LIAR. 

Their current impression:  Tobias is his person. Possessiveness. Concern that cuts too deep, even though he should be used to it all by now. Despite the awkwardness that still lingers when speaking to Tobias, or the sometimes tense distance, Vincent has a serious fixation on him.

Things can tend to be out of sight out of mind for Vincent lately, but worries over Tobias are very much interspersed among his far too busy thoughts. 

He’d go to, and has gone to the far lengths of his morality just to protect this tiny man. He’d kill to keep him alive. He’d cut his own fingers off to keep him safe and if it came to choosing between Tobias’s safety and smashing up a stash of his plant children, he would choose him. Untrustworthy, dangerous little man that Tobias is, the sacrifices Vincent would make for him would still run deep. And in the end, it all feeds the martyr complex. 

What they like the most about your muse:  Less of the things he likes about Tobias, and more about the experiences. Tobias is at least as much a coping mechanism for Vince as he is an independent human being. The time they spent in near isolation together left a strong impact on how Vince feels about him, and has fed both a profound frustration and a profound attachment to the grimy little twig. 

There’s a reliable intimacy that Tobias offers, and a familiarity that’s there that Vince lacks with most people.  The occasional offers to share drinks or drugs or ‘I’m sorry’ gifts are sweet in a fucked up way.  That goofy shitty little smile is pretty good too.

What they dislike the most about your muse:  Tobias is a compulsive liar, and above many things, Vincent cannot stand to be lied to, at least in the ways he doesn’t want to be. Not to mention that the number of times those lies have backfired must run into the hundreds.

Tobias is near impossible to goad into physical violence. For the guilt and martyr complex, that’s a problem. Any bad turn where Vince impulsively tried to get Tobias to turn against him is more likely to be met with whimpering and lies, and that sure doesn’t placate things.

Graye. Tobias runs back to Graye. Defends him. Serves him.

That entire situation is a pitfall trap that’s not only liable to cause everyone involved serious physical harm, but the mental ramifications are unfortunate to say the least. Dealing with Graye having so much control over the both of them chips away not just at Vince’s emotional health, but it scrapes away at his already fragile mental health. 

What your muse is for them ( Friend, lover, rival ecc.): Tobias is a friend, lover, traitor. A responsibility for sure. At times almost a pet, in some awful way? Tobias is incredibly good at getting into dangerous situations, tactless as he is, and Vince has attempted to be a protector. Above all else, He’s devoted to Tobias in a way that he can’t step back from, even if he wants, and even when Tobias uses him.

A general opinion of their relationship: Vince @ Tobias is just *Counting Bodies Like Sheep Voice* GO BACK TO SLEEP. sajhfk

I just generally love these two and the depth of history they have together. It’s definitely one of my favorite things from rp in general. I’m also very very concerned for them. They need ….help….

my muse describing yours in 3 words.

"Small, familiar" .. "Liar."

There's exasperation evident in his voice, but just as much affection. There are other words that come to mind too, but so many of them are so.. he doesn't want to insult him. Irreverent. Ignorant, Self destructive liar.. Liar. SELFISH. Selfless.

"Important."

Trapped.

He bites his tongue at the unkindness that spills so easily in his thoughts, and there's so much more, so much worse he's keeping walled in. He doesn't want to forget everything that's happened with them, but he hardly wants to remember it with such viciousness, if he could wipe all of the context and the details clean from all of the ugly parts, if he could just.

Not.

If he can just swallow it all.. And focus only on the warm feelings.

I’d say tob but Would Tolya Do That To Themselves Again

“Tobias?  Tobias!!”

 Gone. Again. Of course. He’s always gone off somewhere.

       ALWAYS. Can’t he just keep still and rest every once in a while?

Vincent looks down at the trinket he cradles in his hands as he continues forward, still calling out.

         Is this enough? Will anything ever be enough? Could this be enough?

It’s a deep green pipe made of what he has to assume is glass, though he can’t be sure. It’s nice..outlined in gold details. Shiny. Tobias could appreciate that.

He’d found it scavenging, discarded among the trash and in need of proper cleaning, but he’s gone through the work to do so, even trading a favor -god, he’d come to hate that word- for something proper to smoke in it.

It wasn’t a habit he’d normally encourage, but..he’d found the pipe. It was a perfect gift. He couldn’t leave that behind.

With a deep sigh he sinks against the wall. Whenever Tobias returns, and however fucked up he’s destined to be when he DOES come back.. he’ll be waiting for him, offering in hand.

hhaha

your  wantingto be complimented so much. your trouble in speaking s sounds..cute.

how small.easy to carry.

@carceconduit

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“I need him!”  The words are impulsive, leaving Vincent’s mouth before he even realizes, and like clockwork he’s got one hand clutching the back of his neck as he draws into himself in embarrassment.

And yet he repeats it. “I-I need him. He’s-..mine.” So sure of it.  No matter what anyone says, no matter what the warden does, no matter how many times Tobias slips a noose back around his own throat, He’ll always be there to cut it off and pick him up and wipe the grime off of him (some of it anyways).

                                 Always. He’s HIS. They BOTH AGREED.