adcvis:
He could see it, the destruction that stirred deep in the other. Like the hunger that nestled in the being that was Roman, and clawed at their insides until they pulled apart their ribs and flesh. And bared themselves to the world. Devour me. Fabian had a plague that beat at his cage. Something more than the hunger that hollowed out Roman, for this man had destruction in his veins. A poison that would fill him, until he was bursting at the seams that held him together. Normally he’d turn it to the world, the ships that dared cross the sea at night. Debris he’d cause.
But it was far from there tonight. Like the calm before a storm, there was an unease caused by the settling in his nature.
They’d down one of the shots that rested on the bar, and lean in even closer to whisper to Fabian’s ear. Their lips barley grazing, like a gentle breath, as they spoke. “But I don’t think you hate me.”
Perhaps it was the same intoxication that slurred his words, or perhaps the thing that begged to be freed that lead Roman to provoke such a creature as Fabian. Like a fool, wading out into the open waters, against the rising waves. They begged to be destroyed.
Then they’d laugh, the challenge seeming almost childish from the other. Where venom normally coaxed his tongue didn’t quite seem there. So Roman spoke again, their words stumbling on one another. “I could never be anything but bright in comparison to you. I think I’d like to see you try though.”
There’s something really intoxicating about the flashing lights of a club mixed with the suffocating atmosphere of too many bodies packed too closely together, topped off with music loud enough to burst one’s eardrums. He’s used to this and he loves it more than he loves the alcohol that usually tends to flow in places like this. Not more than he loves the little happy pills that get passed around, though.
One such pill is currently buzzing through his system at the moment and surely it’s with the help of it that Fabian is able to stand in Roman’s presence for more than a few moments. That and the intense need for destruction that always looms right underneath his skin, simmering in his blood. And right now Roman is standing right in the path of that destruction.
When their lips graze Fabian’s ear lightly, light enough that he almost doesn’t feel it, his hands clench into fists by his side. It’s interesting the kind of reaction something as small as that can have and if a shiver wants to race through Fabian’s body, no one has to know. “I don’t care enough to hate you,” Fabian says, voice void of any feeling. “But I know you hate me.”
Still, there was something different about this Roman and the one Fabian has had the displeasure of interacting with many times before. This Roman is alluring, not that before they hadn’t been, but tonight they are alluring in a way that pulls Fabian in. Beauty and grace and all that bullshit is something that bores Fabian half to death. This, though, this is interesting.
Fabian wants to laugh at the taunt but instead he just turns to move deeper into the heart of the club, following the throng of people, turning his just slightly to look at Roman. “You coming or are you just gonna stand there and watch?”
