#redhairedstray

quit their job/ drop out of school | punch someone in the face | give them a lot of money | buy them a drink |take them out on a date | give them oral | let them give my muse oral | have sex with them | have rough sex with them | dominate them | submit to them | commit a misdemeanor for them | commit a felony for them | lie under oath for them | go to jail in their place | drastically change their appearance | break up with their significant other | start a business with them | marry them | kill someone for them | die for them |

“I uh... I meant something else. I meant your cheating when we played futsal the other day but Renji, what the hell is going on here? I’ve not seen you like this, what happened?”

"Seven? No, uh... Shoot, I can't count when ya've got four hands up, put 'em down"

"I'm getting a bad feeling about you."

     [ Bullshit. ]

Uriel had many dreams and thoughts. Many upset him, but many of them he could overcome easily enough, or just bury it for another time. But there was one nightmare that he knew, he could never shake off easily. He would be in a building with endless rooms and corridors. He’d never been able to find an exit and he was quite certain there was none. Nothing in that place would terrify him enough to awaken him. There were no people, no sounds, no colour, no noise. Just silence and murals covering each room depicting a tale of a person who always ended up alone. Who always ended up hurting others. Who always ended up surrounded by the dead. Who was once loved and hated. And as he went through room after room, looking at each tale not finding himself able to look away from the hopes and dreams that always lead to crushing loneliness, he’d find the walls closing in ever so slowly. Until he’d open a door and step into a space the size of a small closet. No story on the walls. It was quite obvious to Uriel in that moment that those murals were of him. It was then he’d wake up and find a space just like it and not come out for a day and not be the same for some days after. A journal would be filled with drawings too.

[[With an extreme limp. Domitius has a bad hip that causes him discomfort when he walks. He tends to put more emphasis on his good leg when he's moving as a result.]]