#deltafangs

❝  we  ain't  got  a  minute,  fool  -  now  c'mon.❞   muscular  forearms  hoist  him  up  by  the  under  cavities  of  @deltafangs  shoulders.  it  wasn't  only  by  that  strange warmth  buzzing  in  his  head  that  he  came  back  to  collect,  but  the  need  that  both  he  and  mary  had  to  bring  what  could  be  salvaged  from  his  torn  life.  he  couldn't  save  grace,  the  flames  had all  consumed  her  like  the  others,  and  he  knew  once  bo  came  to  that  realization  it  was  just  him  coming along,  he'd  break  down something fierce.  a problem  to  deal with  later  on  that  they'd  surely  feel  tenfold  as  he  finally  lifted  his  brethren  to  his  feet.

Slender fingers angrily tap on the thin screen of his phone, growling in frustration as he did. Some of these mobile games were difficult to play, ridiculously difficult. Often believed the creators did it on purpose so their users can purchase a million gems for an add-on, and hope that will help you beat it. Feckin' stupid scam.

"Awe, eat shit and die, will ya?" Blaise grumbled, sighing in defeat and tossed his phone in his coat pocket. It was not intended for other ears to hear him, but when he heard Bo speak - the embarrassment came in. Those crimson red eyes would shyly turn to him, a sheepish smile appeared, trying his best not to let his fangs show.

"S-Sorry, it was not mean't for you," He responded, gave his throat a quick, yet awkward cough, shrugging his shoulders. "Stupid mobile game. You know how they are? Nothin' but scams. Feck!"

He would reach over across the counter to grab his beer, taking a sip, and then his paused. Wait. Hold up, he thought, taking a glance over to the man, eyeing him up and down. Damn, he's a vampire. Been a long time, probably too long since he seen one.

a collection of too many closets to stay clean prompts

❝   that's  cause  you  ain't  over  it  yet.❞  his  head  ticks  slight  the  side  with  a  single  brow  arched,  regarding  @deltafangs  with  a  knowing  look.  ❝   grace?  lisa?  they  gone,  brother.  ain't  never  gonna  come  back  and  you  know  it.❞  they  gnaw  at  the  wound  like  venom-  slow,  insidious,  burning.  the  kind  that  doesn’t  fade  but  festers,  blistering  beneath  the  surface  until  it  becomes  part  of  the  skin  itself.  love  like  that  doesn’t  die,  no,  not  even  when  twisted  by  what’s  been  lost.  not  when  it  clings  to  the  hollowest  of  places  where  a  soul  should  be,  refusing  to  be  cast  away.

“YOU CAN KILL ME BUT DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH THEM” receiver executes a third party in front of sender because that person hurt them.

the  last  streaks  of  sunlight  fade  behind  the  horizon  as  he  shadows  a  lone  figure  running  along  the  gravel  road  just  outside  of  @deltafangs  shop.  inside,  his  friend  leans  against  the  wall,  clutching  the  crimson  sleek  staining the sleeve of his  arm,  breath  coming  in  shallow  gasps.  stack’s  gaze  easily  sharpens  with  a  protective  glint  from the window as  the  robber  takes  the  wrong  turn  thinking  he  could  get  away.

without  hesitation,  he  steps  out  from  his  vehicle,  browning  pistol  raised  without  a  word.  the  metallic  click  echoes  throughout  the  air,  tense  and  final  when  the  bullet  cracks  through  the  back  of  the  skull. a clean hit. for  a  moment  that  felt  like  minutes,  only  the  wind  stirs  the  dust  in  that  narrow  end  before  he  finally  lowers  the  gun  just  enough  to  make  his  point  clear to any passerby's:  that no  one  steals from  bo  or  his  family,  not  while  he’s  still here.