#filthyblade

@filthyblade​ said: " you look like the definition of a trainwreck. get away from me. "

“yeah, whatever.” stormy and pent up, and still a little flushed from where flash-fire anger had touched every nerve. he sulks mildly where he’s leaned against the windowsill, a little hazy and a little bit seething--residual from encounter with the usual brand of assholes at a party. caught him under the ribs, when they’d had the nerve to mention the lake, and pinehurst, and the mask. for this, he’s looking past frank with the quiet concentration to burn a hole in the wall--but his shoulders have relaxed some since the would-be fight. frank’s gravitational pull is the singular place he’s ever found footing--stability. 

@filthyblade​ said --- “ give me a kiss. ”

     𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤’𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧, 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞. but the demon is having none of it. in annoyance he’s pushing away the taller man as a pout settles on red lips. ❝ fuck off, frank. ❞ he’s muttering as he slides out of the man’s grip. in his opinion, he has every right to be annoyed, upset. not a word from the man in weeks and now he’s in his living room practically giving him puppy dog eyes . . . it’s unforgivable. as arms cross over his chest he’s turning away from frank.

      if he’s honest with himself he’d been relieved to see him. to hear him. surprised and angry? sure . . . but relieved as well. it’s hard, almost impossible for the demon to admit. dom, missing someone? unheard of. he never missed anyone. until now. there’s a small shuffling of feet and he can sense frank just behind him. fucking damn it. spinning on his heel, dark eyes lift to meet frank who still screams ‘kicked puppy’. ❝ . . . you want a kiss? bend down here cause i sure as hell ain’t climbing you. ❞

      @filthyblade​ said :     "Beautiful.." he murmured, one       hand on Kayn's cheek while the other held his lifeline.       The newly sharpened tip pressed itself underneath the       other's chin, lifting so they made eye contact. "I want       you to join us." He stated, pressuring just slightly,       an act of endearment. "Think about it. Just for a moment."

      𝐊𝐀𝐘𝐍’𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊’𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 of knife to skin sharpening his focus & bringing a tiny curling smirk to his lips. They function like this; creatures of violence, of THREAT. & he isn’t surprised that it’d come to this ... the other’s request, his OFFERING. Kayn is enthralled in his world by now, & it would be foolish of him to refuse. They are dangerously enamored with each other’s VIOLENCE, & what better way to express it than by lashing out side by side ? Frank’s thumb brushes down his cheekbone, & Kayn’s eyes flash dangerously, appreciatively : he is, he’s THINKING. It’s not truly a difficult choice, but he leaves a hazy pause between them to hold it over Frank’s head, to keep the tension they hold so dear. However it isn’t long before his voice echoes into the room, saturated in amusement & an undertone of devotion.

  `COLD, IMPASSIVE ‘THAT’S THE ENERGY GIVEN OFF BY THE MASKED ONE. Like a blade / UNCARING / much like the metallic tooth held in hand itself (LAX, BY SIDE / SHOWING NO NECESSITY TO USE IT AT THIS MOMENT). Obviously, there was some indication that he hadn’t attempted to have COMPANY in these seemingly abandoned, LIFELESS streets when the night was at a full crawl.

word  is  the  new  kid’s  looking  for  a  good  time  and  stu  can’t  help  but  want  to  shove  himself  right  in  the  middle  of  it  .  still  ,  it  takes  a  while  before  he  finally  catches  sight  of  him  ,  having  to  bail  on  walking  tatum  to  class  for  the  greater  good  .  if  you  asked  him  ,  it  was  a  great  public  service  ,  to  be  offering  himself  up  in  such  a  way  ,  and  he  was  expecting  a  little  something  in  return  . that  is  ,  once  he  was  sure  this  frank  -  guy  was  willing  to  play  by  the  rules  .  he  runs  to  catch  up  to  him  ,  sliding  in  front  of  him  to  completely  cut  him  off  ,  but  walks  backwards  to  keep  it  cool  as  eyes  focus  upon  .     ‘  frank  ,  buddy  .  .  .  what’s  up  ,  man  ?   ’

      ❝ — Stop it stop it stop it STOP IT! ❞ Fingers grip around sleeve of jacket, pulling in an attempt to turn him around. To face her, to hear her. Hopefully return to his senses before any blood would be shed. And for what? ❝ — It’s no use- He’ll come back and revenge. Just... let it be. ❞ Sighing, Laurie ( just in case ) moved between him and back of a person that retreated in distance - unaware what might have happened - or what was happening. Simply, they might have not cared anymore. Of course, Laurie was physically more frail, relying on words to change Frank’s mind at how to deal with the offense. As the distance between the men grew, Laurie finally let go of the fabric, allowing her hand to fall down.