‘ why wouldn’t you WANT HIM to f i n d me? afraid the money’ll dry up once i’m back with him?’ his t e e t h pull against the statement dripping it in CURRANT & s t a n d i n g him upright. with his WILD heart forcing snarling optics to envision the other put against the floor in a dress of CARMINE. ‘ what DOES he s e e in me? might be the fact that i am a god .’ there on that statement his lips froth laughter. p u l l i n g hands against his body, ‘ WANNA taste my godhood maybe it’ll save you from HIM.’
he pins himself atop the other, timbre TAUNTING as he puts his flesh against his m o u t h. ‘ go a h e a d don’t be a BABY. take a taste.’ he won’t go back, he wouldn’t ALLOW himself to be further debased, he’d l o s t so much that now his PEACE would be fought for even if it meant his death, turning fists harshly against the other. ‘do i l o o k FUCKING stupid to you? do i look so stupid i ‘d trust an old ASSHOLE, after everything i’ve been through?’ he sentiments choler’s stygian m a s k coming upon, SUFFOCATING sense for perceived survival.
why didn't he?—wasn't that the million dollar question & it's answer was lodged in his throat. he could confess his longings as well insecurities—speak of his passion & his rage but he settled on saying nothing at all but a harsh rebuttal. his words sharpened against the roof of his mouth as he wielded them like makeshift shivs.
❝—i don't give a fuck about the money.
instead he cared about lucian but that was surely not a sentiment shared, at least not in the same spirit—but nothing about them was pure. it was tainted & coated in tar—black & hot.
robin pulled his hands from his pockets & pushed at the male's frame. disgust & outrage painted itself on his features. the distance that he established was soon erased—maybe disrespecting boundaries was something that ran in the family. the sudden & unwanted closeness made the young man's spine straighten—the threat of being dominated sending the alarm of adrenaline throughout his body.
his eyes widen when hands are forced over his mouth. his body felt as though he was transported by into those harsh winter nights without heat in his childhood—back to the nights of lucian forcing his own hand into his mouth—forcing himself—he bites down. hard. his teeth promptly dig into flesh as he bends for a moment before jumping angling his head so that it hit at the base of adam's chin hoping that the bastard bites off his own tongue & drowns on that oh so sacred blood. he spits out of the chuck of flesh from between his teeth. his mind is empty as he operates on pure flight or fight instinct & robin was a fighter. his fist curled & hurling themselves at adam's stomach, at his sides, again & again.
❝—fuck you. i'm not your baby bitch. i'm not yours. i'm not yours. i'm his.
hadn't his brain shut down he would have frozen at the unintended confession. instead he just continues to swing his arms, aiming for blood.
❝—fuck the deal you fucking bitch.
he stops punching for a moment to reach for his tech. it seemed like his generosity was wasted on his fucking asshole but it didn't matter he was going to get him to disappear on way or another.
