Cain.

I think I like my brain best in a bar fight with my heart. I think I like myself a little broken, with rough edges, a little harder to grasp.

[caintakesabel]

percyholt:

“Ah, we’re back that again, huh?” Now, Percy had no illusions of how this place worked, the welcoming package – if that’s how they liked to refer to it – left no room for doubts, but life was made of loopholes. He just had to find the right one. “I guess that’s going to be a problem. You guys should really add that to the brochure, by the way – good boys only.” His steps were casual as he followed, but his eyes were taking in the whole way. He hadn’t been able to see more than his cell and the yard, and wasn’t even sure what else there was in the Cavae. “Strip Club?” He repeated as if considering the option. Yeah, he could just imagine the kind of sleazy people frequented the place. “Not a bad idea, honestly. I’ve got the moves, I’d have everyone making it rain whenever I went up. Are you saying you don’t enjoy my conversation skills? I thought you just said it was charming,” he smirked. There was a faint feeling that the other was laughing at him rather than with him, then again, Percy had never been above making himself the punchline, years of self-depreciating jokes making it natural. “Less than a week and I already have a gold star, you’re ruining my not good boy imagine here,” he complained in jester. “Cain. It suits you. Wait, is that what you’ve been calling me in your head?” He asked, this time chuckling. “I’m Percy, but if you’re so attached to that you can keep using it.”

“Boys, girls, they don’t discriminate.”  Corrected with a laugh. “Boys are just my personal preference, vaginas weird me out.”  Feigned shiver, cringe at the thought of it. Sure, he’d been around for far too many years to not had at least tried his hand at the opposite sex but - as it turned out, he wasn’t a fan. Thank God. The excitement at the prospect of the strip club of course humored him more than it should. “There would be those tempted to make it hail after all that attitude.”  Warned, entertaining no one other than himself with the visual of Percy being pelted with spare change for being such a brat. “My brand of charming is often not shared with the masses, go fucking figure.”  He wasn’t exactly the most popular person, all things considered. This however clearly didn’t bother him, the lack of social interaction made the town more tolerable sometimes. He was at his core a solitary creature, outside of the one that shared his blood, she was his only constant. He wasn’t laughing at the slave though, there was nothing condescending about the actions, nothing above a jest. “Trust me, your not good boy image is at serious risk here. You may want to reconsider the offer.”  An adamant nod of head, laughing at the given nickname. “It is, but Percy suits just fine as well. Perhaps I’ll alternate.” 

[caintakesabel]

godlessgodfrey:

bviously, his sarcasm had gone right over the man’s head. No big deal. No one as pretty as Cain had any business being smart as well, anyway.

“I’m not playing those songs. I would have to burn down the shop. Though I guess you could blow your bubbles and save the day, huh?”

Being pretty only got one so far and you certainly didn’t survive this long on looks alone. All of that aside though, he merely rolled his eyes at the dramatization of burning down the shop.

“If you’d rather let it burn and collect the insurance money, I’m all for bribery.”

[traumagenic]

[caintakesabel]

🌻 pick a boy any boy

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ϟ

It was an inevitable truth, the scar that ran the length of his chest. It was ugly, the marred skin hiding honesty that spoke volumes to his own story. There was a reason behind it of course, but the story never got easier to tell. Finger traced it absently, like he was trying to find the right words before actually speaking them. Lips parted, first to permit a lengthy sigh. “Daddy issues.”  Cruel smile offered, bittersweet. “My heart, when he’d ripped it from my chest in order to save her. He didn’t stop to think about what it would do to us. When fire meets water, when you set flame to the whole goddamn ocean.”  Grimaced, uncomfortable roll of shoulders as the memory all but pained him physically. “I mean, I guess he’d put the right half back, because here we are but it doesn’t change the fact that my life was not near as valuable as hers. I would die for her now, but not because he fucking decided I should.” 

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[caintakesabel]

@raphaelcolt

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percyholt:

A grin, boyish and mischievous, and another nonchalant shrug of his shoulder, unbothered by the words. “I don’t know about that. But now that I’m here I feel you can’t let all this talent go to waste. Didn’t I hear something about being able to buy my freedom? You should give me a job writing reviews about the place, I promise I won’t trash the place too badly.” He was rambling, talking too much, letting his mouth run as he did, but that was his default setting. “Really?” He asked, eyebrow raised and a little incredulous at the call, eyeing the man before getting up. This was one of those situations where he should stop and think before acting. Yes, the man had been a good enough company, but he hadn't forgotten who he claimed to be. The other already had his back to him when he made up his mind, food did always cloud his judgment. “You would be surprised. Talking shit is one of my better skills,” he quipped as if to prove his point. He picked up the pace until he was walking next to the taller male. “How do you plan to do that? D’you have a crystal ball around here that shows you whatever you want to see?” The idea sounded absurd to his ears, but at this point, he wouldn’t have been all too surprised. “That bad, huh? Damn. Ok, ok, I can leave that for some other time. Do you have a name?” 

“You did, but that requires a lot more than you’re willing to give. I believe it was, be a good boy, not your fucking thing.”  Repeated the words he’d remembered were used earlier, a fan of the tactic to use them against someone when needed. He had picked up the habit years ago when he’d realized that it was something that managed to get under his sisters skin, only to come to the charming conclusion that it was a universal annoyance. “You could however take a job at the strip club, they’re always taking in new talent. Just don’t open your mouth or you’ll ruin it.”  He was laughing now, clearing pushing the line with sarcasm that was a very acquired taste - Cain always had been that way. He often was mistaken, but there was no happy medium with the dragon, you either liked him or hated him. The thought only fueling fire in grin, shaking his head. “I’ll be sure to put that, along with your gold star in the file, princess.” The question about how he knew was ignored for the time being, skipping ahead to the next one. “Cain, and yours? Or did you want to be mouthy travel agent forever? It does have quite a ring to it.” 

[angstmemes]

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Send ✿ + a body part to kiss the scar instead!

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[caintakesabel]

percyholt:

“To be fair, I wasn’t exactly thinking about what you could get out of this, too focused on how good a burger would taste after two days of the subpar food you have around here,” he tilted his head to the side, half shrugging. “Tell you what, if you like my reviews that much, get me the burger and fries and I’ll write a two-page review of anything around here.” Did he actually think he’d be able to pull it through? Hardly. Despite the easy conversation they had been holding, there wasn’t a part of Percy that trusted this man. “Bad master? How about bad person to have aboard of your planet? If I had known the dude was into this creepy shit I would have avoided his place. Maybe he should have put a sign up ‘intruders will be sent to a creepy island with all those kids who couldn’t get sex in high school’. Give me his address and I’ll write that  on the letter.” And some other choice of words. “Yeah? Tell me about those other parts then. Not like I have anything better to do.”

“You must have been one hell of a bitchy food critic in a past life.” Observed, still seemingly amused by the whole charade. Usually, there was far more whining, maybe a little bit of begging. This one seemed particularly stuck in his ways and despite knowing far better, Cain did like it. Maybe it was the differences, but he was very aware that the presentation was not for his benefit. Had the situation been any different, Percy would probably still be all sarcasm with a healthy side of bullshit. “Come on then.” He was turning back toward the Cavae, waving a hand toward the door as if he’d need more inclination to follow. “At least you can’t talk shit while your eating.” Grinning even though back was turned, you could hear it in his voice. “Go ahead and write that letter though, I’m interested to see both the postal services reaction and his when he receives it.” The dragon was just the type to instigate to that level, thoroughly amused when he probably shouldn’t be. “As for the story, ask me again later. Right now, I’m not in the mood for the good old circle jerk of emotions.” The history of this, of the island, it was too close to home to be spouting off to strangers. He and Ayda had buried some of their secrets and they rightfully should stay that way.