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[ Hiatus ]
I am shelving Ti, because my muse for him as been inconsistent as best and I had only roleplayed really with on person for it isn't much of a loss in presence since I didn't have much of one regardless. Anyway, this account is officially on hiatus until further notice and this blog will serve as achieve. On the topic of the mun, I can be found here on my active muse Dema, the personification of Death.
impur:
( in his peripheral vision, he can see ti’s knuckles whitening around the gun, aching to place his own hand over them though he settles for continuing to apply gentle touches to his face with one hand while the slender digits of the other bracelet his wrist. for a long moment, he doesn’t understand, flaxen brows furrowing in prolonged confusion. he only knows that ti’s hurting and he wants—needs, to stop it. all he can do during that moment is move his hand from his cheek to his hair, fiddling with it absently. & then it clicks. )
’ oh———ti… ‘
( it nauseates him immediately, glancing away briefly as his features contort into disgust. he’d always known that someone had abused ti. he’d figured it out almost as soon as he’d met him. the mannerisms that ti has and the way that he awakes screaming and in cold sweat aren’t the ticks of someone who hasn’t been hurt in the worst way possible. but taint had assumed that it had been an old boyfriend, not someone in a position of care. exhaling a shaky sigh, his own eyes brim with the sting of tears. liquefied resentment. )
‘ go. If it’s what you need to do then—-go. ‘
▌ His eyes suddenly open, narrowed into slits. His vision is blurred with unshod tears so all he could see is the blur of blond hair. Ti squirmed, needing to get away from Taint and his pity because he didn't understand. No one understood and he would never tell them, the torment that he endured in that house was destined to remained in those walls and he was determined to burn it down so it could remain that way. ▌
❝ Stop! Don't 'oh Ti' me okay? There is nothing to 'oh' about okay? So what he fucked me okay? So what he's been pumping inside me since I was eight. None of it matters okay, not the pictures, or late night 'cuddles' or the—❞
▌ Ti's voice increasingly steady in volume as he continued to admit the sinister deeds of his step-father. His voice wavered as his eyes became unfocused as he lost himself in the memories. His spine curled around, shoulders curving inwards as he became to rock. His eyes were wide as he fell into the abyss. Ti continued to speak but voice was hushed so such an extent that it must difficult for Taint to hear him. ▌
❝D—Daddy please—it hurts, it hurts. You're hurting me.❞
▌ His voice was soft like the petal of a rose but it became rough and raspy as he seemed to mimic someone. ▌
❝Shh, Daddy doesn't mean it. Just quiet down, be 'y good little boy. You want to be a good boy don't you.❞
▌ Ti nods meekly, staring at nothing as he continued to hold both parts of the conversation. He was trapped in a repressed memory of his young as he sits there locked in Taint's arms but never so far away. ▌
❝I want to be a good boy. I can be. Dad—❞
❝—Shh. Just relax. Relax.❞
▌The tears welled in his eyes, streaming down his cheeks continued to shush himself. His eyes shift from side to side but lock on nothing, not Taint's concerned face not acknowledging his lover's presence as he feels the phantom touches of his step-father. ▌
❝It hurts.❞
impur:
( exasperation clouds his feature among inklings of panic. He’s afraid, but not for himself. for ti. he doesn’t let go, stubbornly refusing to do so until ti tells him what’s going on. instead, he raises his free hand to cup the side of ti’s face in a gentle caress as a silent reminder that he loves him and that ti can tell him anything and everything without him breathing a word. )
‘ please, tell me what’s going on. i can’t do anything if you don’t. ‘
( there’s no saying that taint wouldn’t want to help if he knew that ti’s step father had done to him. perhaps hold him down until the bullet enters his skull, help him aim or at least kiss him on the cheek before he pulls the trigger. )
▌ Ti resisted, attempting to recoil but Taint's grip on his wrist is too strong, his fingers on his cheeks are too tender. His stone expression crumbles as hostility fades from his face. His brows furrowed as his forehead ceases, teeth biting into soft flesh as he refuses to cry. He exhales a shaky breath as he trembles like he did the night before when he was praying, like how he used to tremble in the aftermap of his nighttime sessions with 'Daddy'. His fingers are coiled so tightly around that pistol like it was the lifeline keeping him from drifting off back into himself, back into that scared little nine year boys whose frame was being crushed by those large hands. ▌
❝Taint please—I need to. I have to do this. He—I...—❞
▌The struggle to speak was apparent in his face as he blinked rapidly as tears began to swell in his eyes. He inhales but the air burns his lungs as his throat constricts despite himself. His words come out chocked and desperate. His eyes are squeezed shut at this point, looking at Taint was just too much. ▌
❝ My step-father is in there. I have to kill him—I have to because all the things he did to me. He r u i n e d me Taint. I need to wake and know he's gone. I just want the nightmares to stop. I need to wake and not feel like he's inside—❞
▌He chocked again, unable to finish his words but he is sure that the message was delivered. This was something that he had to do and he didn't intent to leave but he did so. ▌
( when they finally come to a stop, taint takes a moment to glance around him, nose wrinkling in dismay at the grubbiness of the unkempt garden which gave the impression that no one had run it over with a lawn mower or a rake in years. a part of him had hoped that their destination would turn the cogs in his mind and allow him to come to a conclusion as to what was going on, but considering he and ti have never had a full conversation about his step father, he remains oblivious and confused, the expression upon his face conveying as much. turning his head absently, he finally catches a glimpse of the pistol, eyes widening drastically as he instinctively reaches out to catch the other’s wrist — an idiotic move in hindsight. )
‘ ti—-what the fuck are you doing?! ‘
( fear fails to spark within his eyes among the depths and masses of concern and alarm. he’s too blinded by adoration to surrender or even back off like anyone else would when presented with this situation. the weapon isn’t aimed at him. Still, it startles him, logically. he doesn’t want to see his boyfriend shoot someone in the head, believe it or not. )
▌ Ti yanked his hand back, having yet pulled the safety nor was his finger on trigger. He used his other hand to push Taint back in hopes of loosening the male's grip on his thin wrist enough that he could slip free. His expression remained the same unaffected by Taint's alarm nor his actions but his eyes burned with a silent rage as he shouted back. ▌
❝ What I have to! ❞
▌ His voice didn't waver as not in the hardness in his expression falter as he stared at Taint. He leaned closer, expressing no hint of fondness or other affection as he said evenly in voice that mirrored Taint's 'scary calm'. ▌
❝ Let go of me. ❞
Hey you guys this is what Timothy originally looked. He was an oc on a little roleplaying app on my Ipod and look at him now. This is what I call development people like seriously, look how far he has come from a random personality with a random dude's face to a flushed off character I've been playing as for the past two years like wow.
( being in the passenger seat certainly was a change of pace, one which he almost resented. if he was driving then he would need to keep his eyes on the road and focus on where he’s going, other road users and so forth. in the passenger seat, he can do nothing but draw his right leg up to his chest, the heel of his battered converse resting against the leather of the chair, while he steals a few discreet glances at ti every now and then, each time hoping to see a softening of his features. he doesn’t. he starts when ti finally speaks. )
’ ————-…okay? ‘
( he’ll reach out to prod a button on the stereo, the melodic though simplistic notes played on the radio flooding the car though it does nothing to soothe his nerves. A glance out of the window to confirm that he has no idea where they are only spikes his anxiety further, resorting to picking at the rip in his jeans, increasing the gash in size until he dares to breathe a soft, )
’ is it far? ‘
▌If Ti's thoughts weren't focused on his mission he would have noticed Taint's obvious discomfort but he doesn't. He just goes over his plan time and time again his mind, visions becoming increasingly graphic as he imagines new things he could do to that beast of a man. His morbid thoughts cause the smile on his face to stretch, gesture out of place with his otherwise vacant features. To his fellow drivers and to Taint he must have been rather unnerving just siting with that demented smile on his face. ▌
▌ The smile fades as his expression becomes stoic at Taint's question. He shrugs unsure of the answer himself. He knows where they're going but hadn't driven there from his new residence before so he couldn't be sure. So he admits that. ▌
❝ I dunno but we'll get that soon enough. ❞
▌And they do as Ti makes no stops or detours taking the fastest routes and cruising as fact as local speed limits allow. The scenery does change as the two drive into a weathered community. A neighborhood that once was a promising suburbs and became a struggling ghetto. The houses were crumbling and seeming to be on their last legs as the neighborhood seemed to be taking it lasts breaths through an oxygen tank. It was grey and spoiled mustard yellow. There were liquors store and burned building showing their scars of insurance fraud. ▌
▌ Ti's lips pressed into a thin line as he pulled up to a house that appeared like it was once beautiful but now the lawn was overcome with weeds and untrimmed grass, with eroding steps and a broken screen door. He turned off the car, abruptly cutting off the song that played. Seriousness aged soft features as he shifted, pulling the messengerbag upon his lap. He opened it and retrieved a pistol. He checked it with a casualness that proved how practiced the gesture was, that he was planning what this was for a while. ▌
Charlie Countryman (2013)
▌ The night before was spent with him on his knees, clenching that rosary with his dear life. How he trembled with a reserved rage that threatened to consume him. He was filled with a wrath that rivaled that of the Lord himself as he readied himself to rain brimstone so mighty that it would make his creator jealous. He wasn't asking for his favorite deed because he wouldn't deserve such mercy but asked for strength to carry out his plan. He asked for the endurance to make monster suffer as he did. ▌
▌ His bitter laughter was heard in the silence of night as he continued to converse with the divinity. Ti detailed his plan from start to finish, running him through what he hoped to happen. Every so often he would chuckle at an ironic part of his plan, looking back at his time in that forsaken place he was forced to home for a majority of his life. ▌
❝ Lord I will wipe that man from your clean Earth. I will rid this world of that demon, because you have opened my eyes to the truth that he was nothing more than a tool of a Devil a test of my will. I will prove that I am strong, that I can smite him your name. ❞
▌His knuckles were white and his cheeks were strained he continued to pray. Anticipation hummed in his bones as he grew eager with the events of tomorrow. Ti had made the decision and intended to follow through. ▌
Ti was going to kill him and going to enjoy every moment of it.
impur:
( dark eyes narrow in wary fascination as he gazes at the other. the mere presence of ti’s unreadable expression puts him on edge. it’s as though he’s taught himself a language only to discover that there are thousands of words he has yet to learn. hence, why he pauses for a long moment in contemplation before being capable of gathering himself and getting to his feet, throwing a jacket around his shoulders to shield him from the chill disguised within the air outside the apartment. )
’ sure——- what do you need to take care of? ‘
▌Ti nods, walking ahead of Taint towards their shared car. He walked with purpose with a straighten spine, strides long and expression determined. He appeared like a different person in that black trench coat of his, eyes reminiscent of winter cold and dead. At the question he merely slows, turning his head lips curled into loop sided grin. ▌
❝ Business. ❞
▌ He opened the door for Taint, his courtesy not forgotten but he took the driver's seat which was a change of pace. He didn't offer any explanation as he turned on the engine pulling away from their apartment building. Ti just sat there in silence, with that look in his orbs that burned like dried ice. Fifteen minutes had passed when he spoke again, eyes widening as though he was recalling the fact he wasn't alone in the car. ▌
❝You could listen to something. I don't care. ❞
▌His eyes remained on the road as he didn't turn to offer Taint a soft smile or assuring remark. He didn't do anything but drive with that determined expression on his face, lips curled slightly in an echo of a smile one that came from being close enough to taste revenge. ▌
❝ Taint—you want go something with me? I have something I want to take care of but it would nice if someone came with me, want to?❞
▌His expression was unreadable as he put on his coat. He spoke as though asking his partner was some sort of afterthought which it was. At first he wanted to do this by myself but he doubted he would be in the right mind to get himself home after finishing his business. He slung his messenger over his shoulder, striding towards to the door. He paused, looking at Taint with that distant expression of his. ▌
❝ Coming? ❞
This is sort of an important message in regards to the mun. I would prefer to be addressed as a Elijah or Eli. I'm only making this known because I have been interacting with some people longer than others and they know me as Erica. I'm letting you know that I'm transitioning, so consider this me coming out through I identified more as genderqueer prior. If this offends you or you can't make the adjustment with the use of they/them/their and he/him/his pronouns please unfollow me because I don't appreciate people not respecting me and my identify.
▍Crimson coated his mouth, the taste metallic and familiar as he spat. He pushed himself up slowly, eyes raising to look at his attacker and he smiled. Ivories redden with his own blood as he grinned a grand eat shit type of grin. His blue orbs were glossed over as though he was intoxicated and he was. He was high off the adrenaline that came with a fist clocking him in the jaw. He was accustom to pain of having his ass handed to him; he thrived on it. The pain reminded him that he was alive. ▍
❝ That's all you got? I'm disappointed. ❞
▍He managed to get to his knees, wiping his mouth with the back of his palm, succeeding in only smearing it across his cheek. His eyes were narrowed in a hollow defiance as he continued to antagonize. He wanted more of this; he wasn't do yet. ▍
▍He keeps his head down as he shifts awkwardly on his feet.He hated to ask favors but he had no other choice so there he was at your front door, liking like a lost puppy with it's tail between its legs. ▍
❝ Look, c—can I crash here for a few days? ❞
▍ Boom. Boom. ❝ Timothy! ❞ ▍
The beast roared as the drunken continued to pouted against the door, with a force that rattled it on it's frame. The blond was crumpled in the farthest corner from the door, knees pressed against his chest as his frame trembles like a leaf in the wind moments before it falls. His chest constricts as breathing becomes increasingly difficult. He swallows, greedily sucking as much oxygen as he can in big gulps that clog his throat. He was too terrified to mutter a prayer. He just reminds in that corner beneath the window, trembling as he tries to keep from receding back into himself. He had to be strong to pull himself together and get up but his limbs weighed tons. He was cemented to the stop as he reminds there in his crumpling fear.
▍ ❝ Timothy! Open up for Daddy. ❞ ▍
How the beast shifted from carefully coaxing to rage in a split second. He knew it was a facade, a ploy to get out from the room and back between his teeth. The beast wanted one thing, to rip him apart and put the pieces back together in his likeness. Timothy was his little doll, who he was always fixing up to make him prefect. He could feel the echo of those touches on his frame, how large hands were always pressing his frame making him smaller but he never was small enough for his liking.
▍ ❝I swear I'll put you somewhere worse than the goddamn basement if you don't open this fucking—❞ ▍
Timothy covered his ears, rocking back and forward. He needed to drown out the voice; he had to force on his plan. It seemed like hours but he managed stand. He operated on autopilot, turning on his music blaring it to cover the shouts from the other side of the door and to disguise his shuffling as he grabbed his packed bag. He could heard the distant sounds of profanity and heated threats as he opened the window, jumping.
He fell. hard. Pain shoot up his side but the adrenaline dulled it enough for him to take up in a sprint. His legs pumping beneath him as he ran with no true directive. He just needed distance between himself and that man, that monster. He continued to run until he couldn't run anymore and kept running. Paranoia was his fuel as sprinted, every shadow, every sound him.
Timothy finally came to a stop. He heaved as his lung burned from overexertion. His pants were all he heard in the darkest of night as he slumped against the wall of an apartment building. Legs gave way as he crumpled against it, head lulling to the side as fatigue caught up with him.
▍ All of that didn't matter. He was safe. ▍
impur:
only slightly audible whines of reluctance occur as he’s hauled to his feet, steadying himself with a few steps forth while his free hand automatically strays to the small of ti’s back.
—-until he pulls away and breaks into a run towards the ocean, a childish giggle lost to the air around him.
Ti turns his head back, smiling as he felt the pads of Taint's fingertips dance across the small of his back, over the cursive tattoo that was visible with low trunks. He felt that familiar course up his spine as Taint touches, the electricity of being in close proximity to his love always managing to keep him on edge. He stares at him toward his lowered lashes, lips pursed to say something coy but he felt Taint slip from his grip as the blond took off in a dash.
Ti grasped, shouting something along the lines of cheater as he took off after him. Arms outstretched as his legs pumping beneath him. He leaped, tackling Taint in the water.
❝Gotcha!❞
