#dukesgrace

"whatever choice i make, somebody always dies." - to Boothill!

The 100 Sentence Starters ★ @dukesgrace ★ Accepting

The notion struck him like a bullet to the chest. A wry, painfully knowing smile gradually slid onto his face. Clouded his mind like gunsmoke, perpetually hanging in his hair, unable to be simply waved away. All these years later, as fiercely as his mind forbade it, drifted back to the days of ceaseless conflict with the gargantuan force known as the IPC.

The sheer art with which their efforts wore down the honorable man he once was, sharpening him into the beginnings of the ruthless hunk of metal he'd ultimately transform into. Sharpening his fine points of fierce protectiveness into something harsher, firing off at the tiniest sign of a threat to those he loved. Stoking the flames of fury which only grew higher the further they pushed him into corner after corner.

No longer could he call himself honorable, not when he returned home, clothes stained in both his blood and the blood of IPC workers. Returning home to the worried eyes of his fathers watching his every move. Worry out of love, he knew, but damnit, did it hurt worse than any injury he sustained. Unable to meet the gazes of the two men who'd raised and entrusted him to the home they'd blessed him with. Haunted and shaken, mind hazy with anger and fear like he'd never felt. How many nights had he just... collapsed into Nick and Graey's arms, sobbing his eyes out? More and more risks taken in the hope of even the slightest counterattack. Pyrrhic victories staining him like ash. Family, friends falling at the weapons of these monsters.

No more, no more, no fuckin' more-

He was the last one standing, the only one who crossed the threshold to get onto the ship. That. That was when he'd end all of this. Find the big man who headed this whole operation, and fill his guts with lead. A simple one shot would be far too kind. Yet... that chance would never come.

"I get that. I really do. But that's in the past now. 'nd I know better than to wander back down that ol' road..."

THE  FEELING  OF  TEETH  AGAINST  their  skin  startles  them,  causing  them  to  yelp  without  actually  meaning  too  –  eyes  grow  round  in  shock  as  they  turn  to  stare  towards  the  warden  next  to  them  …  and  if  one  paid  close  attention  they'd  also  be  able  to  see  the  slight  blush  dusting  their  cheeks.  it's  times  like  this  that  they  curse  being  pale  –  even  despite  being  out  and  about  often  enough  the  tinge  of  red  is  still  easy  to  see  .

it  also  doesn't  help  that  they've  always  had  a  thing  for  being  marked  after  all.

THEY  DON'T  DARE  TO  SPEAK  RIGHT  AWAY  ,  instead  just  brings  a  hand  up  to  the  mark  left  behind  –  partially  to  check  for  blood  ,  but  also  to  give  themself  time  to  think  on  how  to  even  handle  this  situation  without  completely  outing  themself  as  having  liked  it  ..  how  embarrassing  would  that  be  ?

      almost immediately , purple eyes fall on the other : already a small little glare , a warning , just as arms cross over her chest . "" no . "" it was not an answer towards his question , it was the ominous threat for him to , essentially , behave .

@dukesgrace ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ incorrect quotes.

wriothesley: can you cut me some slack, neuvillette? i’m sort of in love. neuvillette: i’m sorry, but that’s really not my problem. wriothesley: i’m in love with you. neuvillette: *blushes* oh. that brings me in the loop a little.

neuvillette: two bros! wriothesley: chillin' in a hot tub! neuvillette and wriothesley, in unison: zero feet apart 'cause we're GAY AS FUCK!

wriothesley: neuvillette, you love me, right? neuvillette: normally i’d say yes without hesitation, but i feel like this is going somewhere i won’t like.

wriothesley: so... what would you do if you were in bed with me? neuvillette: depends. is your bed comfortable? wriothesley: yes. neuvillette: i'd sleep.

"Come here?"

at this point , the iudex had found himself on his favorite beach , gaze cast upon the glistening horizons of home . this was his favorite place to gather his thoughts and clear his head — and today he had quite a bit of that to do . his entire chest ached knowing wriothesley was upset . of course , it was only amplified after his conversation with mister blue hair himself . and honestly , it was mainly because the iudex knew those things were true . there were many things others could offer that he will perhaps never truly master . even though he tries .

perhaps he shouldn't get as territorial as he does . . . but he cannot help himself . a beast in him rises to the surface he never even knew existed . there are explanations he's managed to form in his somber silence , explanations he owes the duke when they meet — which he didn't realize would be so soon . but part of it . . . will always be a sense of insecurity stemmed from what he knows he cannot provide .