Adam Kincaid @hunterkincaid - Tumblr Blog

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Seven years have passed since I made my deal with the devil. William wasn’t actually a devil, of course, but a demon. It’s his seal I wear above my heart as a sign of our pact. He gets my soul when Gideon is destroyed. It seems a fair trade for the vengeance I crave. Some would say I’m insane for making the pact and in some ways they are right. Revenge can drive a man to do insane things as I’ve learned in the last twenty years. And I’m rambling on again. It’s a bad habit I’ve never been able to break. ~Kincaid puts down his pen and picks up the cup of coffee resting next to the journal he had kept for six years. After emptying the cup, he starts writing again.~ Our first year together was rough on both of us, I think. I would often see this glint in William’s eye that I interpreted to mean he thought I was being an idiot. Perhaps I was but I’d never been completely comfortable with someone taking care of me. I always thought of myself as the one to save others, as a protector. I’m honest enough to admit it hurt my male pride to suddenly be the one who needed to be taken care of. The injuries from my fight with Gideon took months to heal properly because of my own stubbornness. I pushed myself too hard and ended up with pneumonia. Months passed before I could resume my former independence and by then I had become used to a few of the comforts William offered me. Sleeping next to him is the one that would surprise most people. There was a sense of safety that it offered to me. I knew no one would get past William. He wouldn’t allow anyone to kill me except himself. Hurt me? Yes, I had no doubts he would be amused by my pain. But he would draw the line at my death. So I shared a bed with him for seven years. Even on the nights I would go out to seek human companionship, I would return to sleep next to William. The judgement in his eyes when I returned to where ever we were calling home at the moment and smelling of sex and smoke was something we only discussed once. William knew I was attracted to him and he also knew why I’d never act on those impulses. He called me a fool. Or at least his eyes did. It was two years before we had our first encounter with Gideon. It was a failure and the reason was my own. I couldn’t let another person be hurt in my quest for revenge. William saved the innocents on my order and Gideon escaped. The second time we failed was due to the interference of a Grim Reaper. An odd one who seemed to have an unnatural obsession with William. I would have found it amusing if I hadn’t been so angry. The third attempt at destroying the demon who killed my brother left me with a permanent limp and a face that no one would ever again call handsome. I’m about to attempt for the fourth and final time to destroy Gideon. How do I know it will be the final time? The answer is easy. If I fail William will kill me. The spell I intend to use will kill any demons within 100 miles. Tonight I will send William away. I haven’t decided what pretense I’ll use but I need to make sure he is far, far away when Gideon comes to me tonight. I want him to be safe. That alone proves I’m insane, doesn’t it? ~He laughs and runs his hand through his graying hair before continuing.~ William would certainly think so. I can hear him now in the kitchen preparing dinner so I will end this entry as I have every other one I’ve written. Adam A. Kincaid Revenge is a confession of pain. (To finish the SL with @AncientAkuma)

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Happy Birthday, @acidburnandlies

~Instead of giving Laurence his birthday gift in person he has a delivery service deliver it to The Heron. The idea that Laurence might spend his birthday at Adriana’s didn’t occur to him until after the package had already been sent. He curses. Then picks up the phone to send a text to Laurence telling him to expect a delivery at his flat. He pours himself another whiskey and waits.

A plain brown box is delivered. Inside Laurence will find two wrapped gifts and a note.~

Laurence,

The first package contains the photographs from our afternoon at my studio. I know you’ve regretted the loss of the pictures so I found someone who could recover them. She told me nothing is ever completely gone. She was right.

The second package contains a key to my flat and the security code. You know what my privacy means to me. So I hope this gift will tell you what you mean to me.

Happy Birthday,

Kincaid