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Send in a ❣ for a random kiss. | accepting | @faiithdefender | 14. a sad / crying kiss. 

                                               there was definite cracks in his prideful personality when it had come to patrick  ,  he was one of the only people that happened to know just what had happened to him  ,  to know that no matter what way it was to be looked at  ,  he was dead.  a shell of who he once was  ,  and he never felt the need to allow basic emotion around anyone else  ,  so why was he so damn special  ?

it confused him to no end  ,  and after a more heartfelt talk  ,  when he had admitted how much he wished he could simply be himself again  ,  he had finally broken down.  once bottled up emotions spilled out  ,  tears fell down cheeks  ,  whines of sadness slipping out with any attempts to speak  ,  oh how far he’d fallen.  only in his human form  ,  could he find it easier to show the cracks  ,  vis was the demon  ,  the one that held pride and desire closer than brendon ever did.

hands desperately gripped onto patrick’s shirt  ,  a need for closeness pushed aside all thought of asking if he could do it in the first place.  his head was a total mess  ,  his heart as equally messy  ,  it’d be the reason behind his next choice.  he was always on the boundaries of going too far when it came to friends  ,  but this wasn’t banter.  this was desperation.  before he had a chance to talk himself out of it  ,  he connected their lips  ,  one hand moved off patrick’s shirt  ,  and instead to the side of his neck.  even as brendon pulled back  ,  it was only just enough for him to be able to whisper against his lips.

❛ please don’t leave me.  i don’t wanna be alone again. ❜

Send a “ϟ” for my muse’s reaction to your’s running their fingers along a scar on my muse’s body | selectively accepting | @faiithdefender

                                                               almost immediately  ,  the demon had frozen up  ,  a simple touch to the small scar on his back had almost paralyzed him.  it had no real story behind it  ,  it was rather stupid  ,  but he’d almost forgotten about it until he felt the extra sensitivity of it.  he moved himself away from patrick’s touch  ,  amber hues carried a tint of sadness  ,  the scar was still a reminder from his past life  ,  when he was human  ,  not a monster.  silence was broken with a sigh  ,  before he had finally found his own voice  ,  he wasn’t used to the feeling  ,  sadness.  so damn foreign.

❛ some stage jumps don’t go well  ,  think that’s enough proof.  i’d forgotten about that one  ,  actually.  but why did you have to touch it  ?  was looking not enough  ? ❜

louisa's eyes flicked over the small man she’d recognize anywhere. this was PATRICK the first man to whom she’d shown ( && therefore given ) power to-- power && darkness. the strange mix of emotion made her uncomfortable.      she wasn’t meant to feel at all but something was      overpowering in the room. she wanted to say sorry.                    she’d NEVER said sorry to anyone.

          “ hasn’t anyone ever told you not to interrupt while somebody’s READING ? ”