#prettybrawler

there was one boy in particular , a blonde boy with ragged clothes , that seemed to be an interesting outlier. while she could sense the self sabotage a mile away , the strange mask against social media was --- interesting. it was unique to see someone with such a broken image have absolutely no merit in the public realm. it was interesting for sure , but not one she was completely sure of. still , she wonders - if she could get him to worship her , would she then have everyone here ? such a particular questions indeed...

« caed ? » his name came to her as quickly as his insecurities crept like ivy up around his blocked off heart , « hey doll , you comin to english ? » her voice sounds like sweet southern magnolias in the warm georgian heat. a perfect bell , summoning fear home.

Brows turned down and his face seemed to scrunch at the...crude bluntness of it all. ❝-—I like to think I put it far more delicately. But, yes. In other words you are, as you say, fucked. ❞

Clark was, in many ways, just another man bouncing from gig to gig. In many ways, they stood equal there now working beneath the same employer-—Clark's only upper hand being age which had yielded him more experience by default. ❝ Look, I don't mean to be the one to hand you your termination notice, but this whole scheme is likely going to collapse by the end of next week. ❞ crime rings tended to be volatile like that, especially when the upper echelon of things decided to get involved.

❝ I didn't think it would be news. I assumed you yourself assumed. I mean, he killed a fed six months ago, darling. You can get away with a lot but...typically not that. ❞ he clucked his tongue and scoffed, arms coming to rest in a comfortable and casual shrug.

❝ Well, now I feel a bit bad. ❞ Clark had such a web of connections that he could easily snip a burning one before it engulfed the rest. But he knew this to be a luxury not every one had. ❝ I can manage a few recommendations if you don't otherwise have something lined up but I would wholly insist on getting out now before the ship starts to sink. ❞

regardless how much time she has spent learning @prettybrawler's behavior, he can still startle her to death. wide eyed gaze darts upon him, obsidians glistening with terror. he knows her well, enough to keep her on the edge at all times. ❝ i prefer deadliest, ❞ she uttered, gaze slithering back and forth from his gaze to his lips. she couldn't choose which ones to sew first. the eyes that look at her with some sort of fascination, not an ounce of fear or the lips that vociferate such blasphemies? it's hard to pick an option when both are equally enthralling.

❝ which is what you should be considering before speaking. ❞ oh, the atrocities she's willing to commit for him and to him are indeed endless. caed had crawled under her skin akin to a deadly disease that will lead to her ultimate demise. when she looks at him, it's loathing and commitment intertwined. it's the reason forever sounds promising.

❝ now, ❞ her attention brought back to the contents of the book she never got to finish, ❝ if you don't have anything else to say, i have a book to write. ❞ though attention is a funny thing. he knew what he was doing. no matter how much wednesday would protest verbally, he caught her attention, she was the prey. and as the prey, she still looks out for her safety with her peripheral vision.

her grip tight and secure on the knife as she dragged it, tracing lines on his chest. she stares at @prettybrawler – no, she stares at the blade, studies it from up close, watching with bewilderment as it trails on his chest. sudden notion of marking him sweeping its way in, plaguing her consciousness. instinct raw, primal, needed. she hadn’t felt like that in forever, it felt like. her voice minimalized, her ideals obliterated by social norms. but he, oh, he reminded her of home. the urge to let go of what’s safe and appropriate gone in the wind. it’s as if she slashed it, massacred it, butchered it with her blade. something only an addams could do with such elegance.

blade moves in an upward motion, going as far as she’s able to reach without standing on her toes. she’s fascinated by the power a weapon can contain when she’s the one holding it. no matter how mundane in the hands of a sane being, wednesday could make it deadly. if she wanted to, she would’ve stabbed him with a motion so swift and gracious it’d take him moments to realize what had happened. control – it’s all driven by control, the sentiment of being in control. she’s in control of herself, behaving, not yet piercing his skin. in control of her killer instincts that define who she is. but there’s a fine line that separates control from mayhem, a line which becomes increasingly blurred as she stares at the blade, entranced.

when the space between them slimmed down, she slowly lowered the blade whilst attention had finally been broken from the trance and accorded to caed. the tip of her weapon now aimed towards his heart. a romantic gesture, tainted with shades of bedevilment. can he not help it? the use of pet names. wednesday wasn’t one to back down so she listened. each word passing through her eardrums, electrifying synapses working, pestering her next move. without hesitation, she answers, “then i’d make sure to lace your open wounds with sodium chloride.” blade twisting in its place, careful not to cause any damage just yet. the game he’s playing, its ludic and yet macabre nature keeps her entertained. in a way, she’s teasing back. sharp weapon is twisted to the flat side, tracing letters on his abdomen. B–Y–R–O–N–E.

        there were a handful of downsides to having to share   a locker room with the boys temporarily, but chrissy would say having even less privacy was the worst one.  while they never used the room simultaneously, the likelihood of somebody barging in — or barging back in — was increased.  chrissy was just dealing with a headache caused by one too many things to be nice about it at the moment.  “are you deaf?  i said go away.”

from  caedmon  byrone  (  @prettybrawler  )  to  xavier  thorpe  ;  sender kisses receiver to fluster them.

she stared at him as he tended to the fire in front of them. the others were softly snoring in their respective spots, but the woman knew there was no sleep for her that night. not when she knew what was going to come in the morning. her eyes finally moved away from the blonde as she trained them on the fire, wrapping her shawl around her. the fact that they had decided to keep her out of restraints was enough to prove that they trusted her to not run. though if they knew exactly what she was capable of, they probably would have knocked her out. "you know, you could just let me go. no one would blame you for not being able to catch me." she said softly knowing there was no use. if caed was anything, it was someone she couldn't just...convince to do things for her. that much she had learned in their short time together.

                         he wasn't suppose to die the way he did. he wasn't suppose to come back either. everything about him now felt WRONG. twisted , like he was a puppy for a god to ride. chosen for something he didn't want to do. now leadership fell into his lap & the monster who lurked in the shadows now wore a heavy crown of thorns & dripping silver. shoulders heavy with the weight of the world & the entire universe in his lap. IT WASN'T A ROLE HE WANTED. he never wanted to play good guy , he wasn't built for that. never had been , never will be. & now there was the issue of certain pack members disobeying , looking down , thinking he had become too domesticated.

that fear , that infamous nature he spent so long working up to now was shattering. ─── & the idea of no longer being feared , PISSED HIM THE FUCK OFF. it was everything he had worked for. for nine years since his first turn he was building up a wall of unstoppable force with a hit that would feel like iced steel. a bite that would rage venom. hands bloodied & his body beaten , bruised. he was always suppose to be the big bad wolf. the mighty fenrir.

his jaw tightened at the irritation that bubbled in his stomach. caed was one of the few that still followed him , & one of the fools that begun to look down on him. barely following orders. putting himself & others in danger. he had to bury him more times than the wolf could count now. that reckless heat to destroy himself was pushing kerrian to his very edge. he wanted to make the boy bleed. gnaw his teeth & beg his alpha to stop. he wanted him to obey like the dog he was. ‘ that big fucking mouth of yours… really needs to learn how to shut the fuck up. you think that's what i'm doing? playing fuckin` house?! ’

maybe it was the rage that boiled deep for so long. the head toss , snap as the script flipped on him. to each lover he shared bed with he forced a smile. took the gentle kindness from their hands & told them i'm fine. but he was far from fine. he was breaking , his mind was shattering. & he wanted to let that rage out. the rage that swelled his throat , the madness that use to fuel him. he wanted to feel the licks of fire as he drowned himself in hell. & before he realized it he was making a hell of his own. that hardening under his hand making him smirk. it was time he put the damn dog in his place. one way or another.

quick to lift palm , cupping the back of caed's skull & yanking locks back. lips pulling in a wild , darkened smirk that seemed too long since the last time it painted his lips. ‘ how many fucking times do i have to remind you , you chose to follow me. you became my bitch , you rolled over n` showed me how much of a bitch you can be ─── but here you are still talkin shit.’ there was a harder yank. claws digging into skin as those fangs bared. growl bubbling in his chest echoing as he snapped jaws. ‘ you think i enjoy playin` house? do you think i enjoy feeling like i've been tamed? i was never suppose to be the good guy , caed , i was suppose to be the monster! ’