Kousa ran until his legs couldn't carry him anymore, until his limbs burned with the strength of even keeping him up. He'd run with only short breaks for what had to be days, until he came across...farmland? Farmland could spell trouble, but he had to stop, had to take a rest just for a little bit. He quenched his raw throat at a pond and wandered further in. He finally collapsed against a gate, strange rabbits swimming in his vision. Rabbits were safe, rabbits wandering signaled safety. Just a few hours sleep, that's all he needed, just a few hours. He'd get out of here before... morning...

he had been completely zoned out, absentmindedly bringing his vape pen up to his lips every so often as a fly seemed to buzz around his beer. his attention is drawn to the freckled man with a cowboy hat. ( it's the first thing that he zoomed in on. a cowboy hat. a real cowboy? ) midnight blue eyes shift towards his face, feeling his face immediately flush whenever he finally registered his words.

Nothing like the creaking of an iron cemetery gate to chase the old blues away. It's been overcast for days, but in New Orleans, that doesn't equal a break in the heat or humidity. She's less than careful, here. Mostly making the rounds out of habit, because there are no graves in this place --- at least, not the kind you can dig your way out of. Nothing to slay. The vampires here all live high on the hog, in mansions and penthouse suites. It's a different world.

@ragewithinthestorm said: Soft Gesture 15 from Samuel

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ♥︎ . *. ⋆ FOR A COUPLE REASONS, IT'S A bit surprising to feel sam's fingertips running along the dark scar above his right elbow — from when he'd tripped and accidentally grazed a loose nail sticking up from the baseboard on the stairs. for one, he didn't know sam very well, meaning that he hadn't quite had the time to get USED to the way the other touching him felt. secondly, of what he knew of sam, he never came across as a very touchy person; very much like el, very quiet && reserved around people he didn't know well.

but, no matter. it wasn't like he'd been made to jump out of his skin, of which he'd make a much greater deal. no, it was just a SIMPLE touch, one he could probably use as material in conversations he'd been wanting to try and start having with sam. ❝ it's kind of a funny story, how i got that, ❞ he says quietly in reference to his scar.

"That noise...keep making it." For Steve from Samuel if that's okay

Steve laid naked on his back, his eyes closed as he moaned away from the pleasure that he was receiving from the male. He felt so weak, so lost of control in his presents. He hadn't been with a male before, he wasn't sure what to expect when he cried out once more.