#magictaint

                 “ Ah! ” 

                Well, bloody hell, he’s gone ahead and done it YET AGAIN, hasn’t he? Oh, yes, he has --- and in the company of a witness to bear testimony to such very undetective-like behaviour, no less! It’s a habit Dirk really must fling out the window at the very next opportunity that presents itself: a holistic investigator does not SQUEAK. But it’s really quite tragically undeniable; he has just done it, he did it before, and he is without any inkling of uncertainty going to do it again in the not-too-distant future. As much as he would like to pretend otherwise, the sound that escaped him was definitely not a majestic outcry or a righteous howl of outrage, nor even something as semi-dignified as a yelp --- it was a squeak, and no bones about it. 

                Although - he supposes he can hardly be reproached for his reaction, really, considering Taro’s very brusque treatment of his throat and the accompanying wordlessness that makes it all the more disconcerting. His hands, apparently thrown into some kind of spasmic tizzy, twitch uselessly at his sides. What to do? What to do? What, if anything whatsoever, can be done about this?! Oh, but he is nervous ------ which is, all things considered, an entirely normal and understandable reaction, is it not, what with the disquieting profoundness of the gaze currently drilling into him?! 

Surprise to see another person, let alone in the forest. Yet upon coming closer does he notice the blood, the GORE covering the other male. Eyes gone wide, mumbling to himself as his gaze raked up and down Taro’s form. It’d caught the others attention, smile forming on the other’s face and slowly coming toward him. Body tense, fingers grasping the handle on his gun as Taro drew ever closer. Silence. Yet upon Taro tapping against his cheek does the man shiver, coldness of the crimson liquid rocking through his spine.

“hmmm…”  a  grin  lights  taro’s  face  as  his  fingers  knead   at  the  flesh  of  dean’s  hips.  doesn’t  bother  trying  to  hide   the  smug  air  about  him  as  he  pulls  back,  runs  his  nose   almost  affectionately  along  the other’s.  “hungry  for  what,  dean?  use  your  words…”     /  @magictaint

GET THE FUCK OUT JOSIE

Send me “✒︎” for a random, dumb, pointless fact about my muse.

          @magictaint

Pryce doesn’t have a particular niche when it comes to music and there’s nothing he super duper hates ( aside from the teeny bop scene ) or overly passionately loves. He sees himself as having a finger in every pie, so to speak.

But for those who don’t know him, he can be seen as someone with a rather ‘feminine’ taste in music and that’s all thanks to his female dominant family and specifically his three little sisters who made him endure pretty much everything when they were younger.