Hypnotic

Doctor Christopher Valentine, Soul Eater, 111 Years Old, Bisexual, Professor, Head of the Humanities & Religious Studies Department

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This was not how he wanted to spend his weekend. In his mind he had the image of being home on his couch with a glass of scotch that never emptied in his hand as he marathoned The Simpsons over and over again. Kurtis Valentine did not expect to be in the middle of a jungle in his scrubs and a make shift weapon in his hand. “Fucking bullshit,” he muttered softly to himself as he brushed the branches and leaves out of his face. “This is one hundred and ten percent fucking bullshit.” As he brushed his hand again once more to more the brush in front of him, his hand made contact with something hairy and long and he let out a scream that was a bit too girlish for his liking. “FUCK NO! I DID NOT AS FOR BIG ASS SPIDERS. FUCK THIS.”

[christopher-valentine-blog]

He was never good at this sort of thing. He didn’t have to be. Ever. At all. Fighting his way on his own through a fucking jungle was never part of any Doctorate he ever received. He leaned on his quiet charm in order to coax in others close enough to steal away their soul, not by brute fucking strength. Soul eating took a certain finesse and he—

“FUCK NO! I DID NOT AS FOR BIG ASS SPIDERS. FUCK THIS.”

Well, at least he had his brother. Christopher bolted in the direction he heard the high pitched shrieking and immediately brought his foot down, squishing the large arachnid and cringing at the grotesque sound made by the crushing of its exoskeleton. “Are you done, you banshee?” 

“It would behoove us to head toward a building or something, anything that means higher ground and a better watch over everything.”

[eliottheyes]

“I was kind of hoping you would get the hint and run. Aren’t you the smart one of the twins? Mmm?”

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“Technically our IQ’s are on parr with one another,” the soul eater muttered, drawing his hand up to run through his hair. The action betrayed his anxiety, but he could not help that, not then. 

“I think you should leave, Eliott.” 

[eliottheyes]

“Chrissstopherrr..”

“Whatever should I do about you now..”

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“Do with me?” The soul eater questioned, a single brow arching as the younger man focused on the particular syntax the vampire used. “I am not a child, nor am I in trouble, so I am not quite sure what you mean,” he said. 

“Do with me,” he repeated, shaking his head. Ridiculous. 

[eliottheyes]

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eliottheyes:

Character Aesthetic: Eliott x Chris

“He was my addiction. He was poison. I knew he would kill me but I liked the way he made me feel.”

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Mind Games II Chris & Eliott

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eliottheyes:

Turning his icy blue gaze to the warlock beside him Eliott raised both of his eyebrows listening to him speak. It was weird, once he was aware of it, hearing his pulse and breathing and how blood rushed through his veins, in his neck.. For a second a grip of thirst surrounded his throat and his eyes fell to be focused on the side of Christopher’s neck only, leaving his voice to sound somewhere in the distance. 

He snapped out of it, after a second or two, and slowly raised his chin to see his eyes once again. “Bioshock,” repeated he, blinking lazily, “Why don’t you play, and I will watch you and try to get you to fail, mm? Later we could switch and whoever gets the other to lose the game quicker, wins. It’s like a game in a game!” He leaned a little bit closer, with a quirky grin dancing between his lips, hiding a chuckle stuck in his throat. “A gameception.” 

The soul eater’s brows rose at his suggestion, and a short chuckle spilled out from his lips. “That sounds fun, really,” he told him, “But then, when will you get to play, hm? I can play this game without dying. Most games, actually.” He sounded cocky, maybe, but it was true. “Though I do like the sound of that, this gameception,” he said, repeating his phrase. His lips pulsed with his heartbeat and he became acutely aware of their closeness, the way Eliott leaned in just so, how his hand was nearly touching the other’s. The soul eater wanted to bow to his desires, needed to close the slim gap between them, but what was the fun in that? He knew better than to rile the vampire up too much, and hoped, briefly, this would not. His tongue glanced across his lower lip and Christopher leaned in as though to kiss the other, but paused, a mere inch before. “I hope you enjoy watching more than you do playing,” he told him frankly before pulling back away from him. He leaned back in his seat and took the controller from the side of the couch, “Pay attention now, this is how you win.”

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Mind Games II Chris & Eliott

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eliottheyes:

He knew it sounded weird, unexpected even, that Eliott enjoyed pressing buttons and frowning at the screen from time to time. But then again, for a quite some time he found a weird tranquility as he was able to focus on one thing only — the game. When he heard the question, though, the word he was about to say differed from the idea in Christopher’s head, obviously, therefore the vampire decided to swallow it and keep it there, for warlock didn’t seem to be interested in such kind of…Games. 

Eliott hummed, pleasant sound of his shortened name lingering in his ears, and stepped closer, soon slumping on the very same couch he was sitting on seconds ago. Patting next to himself for Chris to sit he even curled a smile between his lips, “Surprise me, doll.”

The soul eater shamelessly allowed his gaze to linger along the backside of his... companion. Friend, he supposed. More than that. There wasn’t really a word for what was between the vampire and the warlock. On and off again lovers was the closest Christopher could think of, without Romanticizing the whole affair. The casual affair. His lips twitched into a smirk and he moved back to the couch, plopping himself down beside the vampire. 

“I was playing Bioshock,” he explained, his arm sliding around the other’s shoulders, “The first one. I could watch you play a while if you like, or we could rummage through the games, switch systems, whatever you prefer.” His dark eyes lingered a moment too long upon the other’s lips, a result of the unexpected pet name, Christopher reasoned. “I suppose that’s not much of a surprise.” But it was a gamble to truly surprise the vampire. Christopher found the other was either giddy or murderous. There was no middle ground. 

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Mind Games II Chris & Eliott

He wasn’t entirely sure if Eliott would come. It was never a sure thing with the vampire, even though Christopher knew full well that the elder enjoyed video games as much as he did. If not a bit less—honestly the only other person Christopher could think of who possessed the same knack for gaming as he did was his brother. Then again, he rarely played against others—even being online with too many people brought about his incessant social anxiety. He excelled at hiding it, a skill he learned when he was very young. All he had to do was bring out his brother’s persona, replicate that attitude and he was fine. 

His ears perked when he heard the door to his home open, and he looked back, head tilting and his gaze focusing on the steadily approaching form. “I’m glad to see you’ve come,” he addressed, pausing the game and lifting himself from the plush couch beneath. The soul eater stopped, a close few steps away from the vampire, with a half smile encroaching upon his lips. 

“So,” he began, “What do you feel like playing, Eli?”

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eliottheyes:

The sound he made..The scream, oh god, the scream. It pierced Eliott’s ears, no matter how short it lasted and the vampire blocked a flinch coming through his body. One of the reasons why he gave Chris his blood was to stop the screaming, he couldn’t handle it — he refused to listen to it, it drove him insane, if that was even possible. He pressed his wrist to warlock’s lips, he pressed it hard, hoping the other would start drinking before the wound closes and he is left with only mere traces of crimson on his skin. 

Oh how it made him feel, the man eagerly sucking out the thick, cold liquid..The vampire’s head spun a bit and he breathed in, swallowed lump not able to move his stare from the other. “Enough,” he said almost hysterically, like he was hurting him; like skin against skin did not make shivers go down his spine and lips tingle. He moved his wrist away, biting into his own lower lip, opening a deep wound, and suddenly moving in to get a taste of his mouth.

It was hard to pull away on his own, and if Eliott had not drawn his wrist away from his mouth, it was very likely that Christopher would have simply kept on feeding from him. It wasn’t exactly a delicious taste, but it was certainly addicting. He couldn’t remember the last time that same, chilled, coppery liquid graced his tongue, but he felt desire swell within him for the chance at just another drop. A soft groan left his lips, and the soul eater grasped at the other, just trying to make some contact with him. 

“That was nice of you,” he commented, though previously had quietly resigned himself to saying nothing of the sort. It just sort of slipped out, and he was sure nothing good would come of the statement. “Shall we adjourn?” He asked with a wry chuckle as his leg started to crack and jolt back into place, the soft bought of laughter replacing the grimace of pain that threatened to spill across his features. 

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eliottheyes:

With every word that fell from Christopher’s lips, Eliott frowned more and more and more, and it soon became a mask of annoyance, not a face, not anymore. His fingers twitched and he suddenly felt a taste of uncomfort seeing the other like that. He could have left him, easily, maybe any other day he would have — or any other time, who knew — but as he stared at the pale face, he could feel the anxiety crippling him from his stomach to his chest. No, if he dies, that will not do. That would not make Eliott happy. Actually, that would make him very, very mad. 

Gentle and with much preciseness he touched the block with his cold fingers and rather easily lifted it, immediately throwing it away. What was he supposed to do now? With a man weak and his leg like mashed potatoes.  The vampire looked quite confused, havoc in his head, almost to the point of being scared as his eyes kept running all around Christopher’s physique as he was trying to figure something out. Figure himself out. Was he going to give the warlock his blood to heal? Those several operations, amputation and so on did sound unpleasant, but he could easily imagine him walking with a cane. For a second there, the corners of his mouth twitched as if he was going to smile, but did not spread. Bowing closer once again he pierced the skin of his wrist and brought it to his lips, “Drink,” he commanded disgruntled, very much like a child — and eagerly so, “Now.”

He could not describe the amount of agony that rushed back to his leg once the block was removed—it needed to be done, yes, regardless of what was going to happen, but Christopher knew damn well it would hurt. The pressure blocked off a certain amount of pain the longer it stayed on his leg, but the moment the pressure was alleviated, the horrible torment returned. A short scream escaped his lips before he cut it off, forcing himself to clench his jaw and grind his teeth together so tightly he thought his molars might crack. A shudder ran through him and he thought he might get sick. “Eli—” he started, pausing a moment when black spots started to invade his vision. He shut his eyes and groaned, and fell quiet for a long moment, unaware of the other’s chaotic mind whirring with possibility. 

The soul eater’s dark brown orbs snapped open when the vampire lowered himself and pressed his bleeding wrist to his lips. He was perplexed—never would the witch have considered the possibility that Eliott would feed him his blood, nor would he have ever expected him to do so. He had a.. complicated relationship with the other. It was very atypical, and not exactly loving. And still, there were moments where Eliott truly seemed to care, and they always caught Christopher off guard. Still, it did not stop him from greedily taking in his blood, knowing full well the healing effects it would offer; a quick end to the radiating pain. 

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eliottheyes:

First it was the faint scent of blood that lured him towards there, then it became stronger and more recognizable, just Eliott couldn’t put a name on it. He never could, he needed more time than many vampires. There were so many names in his head! He killed so, so many…How could he possibly recognize one and only?! He went after the stench, angry and with his throat tingling; how dare they tease him like that? This was what, a trap? An etude to tease a hungry dog with a juicy piece of meat in front of it?

Finally, he reached the point where the smell was everywhere. It lingered in every corner, filled every space, that’s how Eliott knew he was in the right spot. He stopped, looked around and soon identified the source. The man slowly walked to the victim, icy cerulean eyes scrutinizing the situation. He kneeled, hearing his name being said in question, and bowed his head even more to take a better look at Christopher. “My my, what situation you got yourself into.” The vampire twisted his head in a reptilian fashion, cold and empty stare fixed upon the other’s features. He licked his dry lips, feeling the urge to expose fangs, to layer his face with dark veins right under his skin, but refused. For now. “Looks nasty. Very, very nasty. Ya think, will have to cut your leg off?” 

The question echoed within the soul eater’s mind, and was nearly forced away and overshadowed by the brightness of the other’s eyes. The vibrant blue stole his attention and deafened him, but only for a moment. He blinked and rolled his head away, focusing back onto the dead woman beside him. “Yes,” he said in turn, his words slow and slightly slurred as though he had been imbibing, “That, or several surgeries. If infection has set in, amputation is the safe option.” He could get a prosthetic. And a cane. His lips twitched briefly. And then match his brother ever more. He did not have the full story behind it, but he caught sight of the cane within his brother’s office at the hospital. 

“Eliott,” he started, pausing and swallowing back his words for just a moment. He didn’t want him to, and he didn’t know if the other would comply. But it would be necessary. If he stayed there, beneath the slab of concrete, he would die. “Move the block.” Another pause. “Please.”

[christopher-valentine-blog]

Pain seared up through his leg, moving from his calve and shooting up through his knee and his thigh, and collecting in his belly before spreading out from his spine and along every inch of his flesh. He saw the building crack and come crashing down, and he ran, quick, agile down the street, but the ground was so shaky and his feet just couldn’t carry him fast enough. A huge slab cracked away and smacked down against him, pinning his right leg beneath it and crushing his bones, his knee, his leg, his foot, it was shattered. All of it. He stayed there, staring at a dead woman beside him who had been a little less fortunate. Or perhaps more so. At least she didn’t have to continue through his agony. He would have grabbed his phone, but that was trapped as well, and no doubt just as crushed as his leg. 

He screamed until his voice was hoarse, but in the calamity, the immense destruction of the island, officials were busy elsewhere, called around the two parts and unable to assist him immediately. Hours passed and day bled into night, and now he lay, quiet, and waiting. His mind that raced earlier slowed with blood loss and he had to fight to keep himself from closing his eyes. So he stared out beside him, locking eyes with the corpse. He heard vague footsteps, and it took a few seconds for Christopher to actually turn and look to the source. His brows drew into a small frown and he croaked out a faint, “Eliott..?”

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eliottheyes:

Eliott moved, but his body with only human strength and speed was rather sluggish and no surprise that the ball hit his shoulder. He stopped frowned, staring at the man remorselessly. Then, he took a step towards him, the another, very casually so, and again, till they were separated only by a few good steps, “..That was not very nice, Christopher.”

A deep chuckle rumbled forth from the younger man’s throat, spilling out and echoing away effortlessly across the desolate, frozen landscape. “No,” he gave, refusing to take a step away and increase the distance between them. “No, I suppose it was not. But I am so rarely with you when there is snow about. I had to, Eli,” he gave, his chuckles dying down as he spoke, “How ever can I make it up to you?”

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eliottheyes:

He saw it. He knew it. He knew it from the start. The way Christopher’s fingers worked with the snow — but he had way much more fun pretending to be clueless and distracted than confronting the other immediately, “Summer is the worst timing to make dolls, they begin to smell quick,” Sighed he, leaning against a tree with ease, eyes now focused on the warlock’s face rather than his hands. Never on his hands, “Don’t you even dare to think about it, Christopher.”

“Me?” He questioned, as though deeply offended that his lover might think even for a moment he had the intention of throwing the snowball. Which he did, but still. “A little trust, Eliott,” he started, slowly sauntering closer to the other, “I’m not going to think about it.” He paused, smiled, and then threw the snowball. “I’m just going to do it.”

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eliottheyes:

“Have you ever tried making coffee with an icicle?” He questioned tilting his head to both sides like a curious puppy, “They would be as hard as a rock. Useless.”

“I suppose,” he countered, brows drawing as he collected another handful of snow and started compacting it into a small, hard ball. His lips twitched deviously. “But cool during the summer, no?” He asked, the left corner of his mouth pulling into a half smile. 

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eliottheyes:

“..People do lots of unsanitary stuff, Chris-to-pher.” 

“Yes, they do,” the soul eater replied, idly reaching down and gathering a handful of snow, letting it sift and melt away from his fingers. “Eli, have you ever frozen one of your dolls?” He asked, eyes focused on the remaining snow in the palm of his hand. “Or would that ruin them?”

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eliottheyes:

“Don’t eat yellow snow! Don’t eat yellow snow!…I just saw a dude eating yellow snow..”

“That’s definitely not sanitary.”