#summerocs

Blood under cut

Shiloh simply smiled at his father as he waltzed into the room, shutting and locking the door behind him. He tried not to let the true extent of his irritation show on his face as he did not want to add any fuel to the fire that was already blazing. “It’s Shiloh actually. Not ‘boy’. Besides, I’m more of a man than a boy.” he stated in a matter of fact way before sitting down.

“Don’t talk back, boy! I named you so I’ll call you what I damn well wish.” The older man snapped back.

Shiloh chuckled. He just needed to hold out a few more minutes to make sure that Whinn everyone out of the house with the few belongs they could take with them right now. Perhaps before he left he would do one last walk through to grab anything that looked important. If he wasn’t too bloody that is. Buying more would not be too much of a problem if it came to that. “Then can I call you a drunk bastard?”

His father chunked an empty bottle at his son’s head. Shiloh caught it with a sigh and mumbled something about someone being right about his faster reflexes. When he sat the bottle on the end table next to him, his father shot up and grabbed him by his collar. “Who the hell do you think you are talking to me like that, Lucas? You’re worthless compared to me so keep your mouth shut and know your place. I was nice enough to just kick you out but I should’ve just taken you out to the well behind the barn like I wanted to.” He hissed out.

With gritted teeth, Shiloh tried to remain calm. Just a few more minutes he told himself. However, when he heard the slam of the front door his eyes lit up. It was go time. With a sickeningly sweet smile he peeled his father’s hands off of him. “Just remember, nobody will save so be sure to let allll your screams out.”

The older man twisted his way out of Shiloh’s grasp and backed away towards a corner of the room. The sadistic look on his son’s face sent a chill down his spine. “Stay back! Why are you doing this to me?” He stammered tripping over a nightstand and falling.

Shiloh laughed heartlessly before shoving the table out of the way. “You did this to yourself. You made me do this. You deserve it. Let’s end this now okay? Stand up and fight!” He demanded. When the older man just stared at him instead of moving he almost growled. “Are you deaf? I said stand up and fight!”

With a final empty smile he said, “You’d be lucky just to walk away from this with just a scar.”

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The thick bellows of smoke through the house made Shiloh cough and the heat from the fire was getting unbearable, but he wanted to do one last sweep of the downstairs of his family’s home before the fire ravaged it just like the upstairs.

Coming across one of the kitchen cabinets that was rarely opened, he smiled at it. He remembered his mother happily telling him about how she was gifted this precious china dishware from her grandmother after she was married and how she had never used it as she wanted to save it for a special occasion. After pulling them out and examining each one, he watched as they shattered against the floor. Pulling more and more dishes out of the cabinets and dropping them, he cleared all of the cabinets out and plopped down in a dining room chair with a giggle. He couldn’t deny it, he was pleased with what was happening. He grabbed the nearest napkin and wiped his hands clean, reminiscing about how his mother would get so mad for staining her napkins. She did always say he was a messy child. He just let the manic laughter slip out at the thought of what she would say if she could see the mess he made upstairs.

First of all, he’s got a tongue piercing, both his ears like the picture, you know how people have those nose piercings and run a chain from one side to the other he’s got that, and maybe a jacobs ladder

So for his scars, he has a few small ones littering his face from when he’s gotten punched by someone wearing rings and yes this is basic but he has a cut running from his hairline through his right eyebrow. Funny story about that is that is he got it when he was learning how to fight with a dagger he cut himself. His mentor lectured him that night about not being stupid and trying to impress girls.

I love this man he’s great