you won't convince me the devil's a reasonable guy

"It's all a game, errand boy! Cohen, Ryan - two old birds tuggin' on each other's milksticks!" Indie RP blog for Silas Cobb. (Side blog - follows come from notaliberator.)

[xep-art]

Regretting Dastardly Things (The inexcusably late end to a 3-part comic)

BONUS:

[milkstxcks]

whispers hey throughwiththewholepinata

[little-moth-of-rapture-deactiva]

"It’s sore, I can’t help it. It feels tight and swollen and I don’t like it. People enjoy these?” Although he brings his hand down, Kyle continues to twist his neck, tilting his head to the side and stretching out the skin. As much as he complains, it’s not so much an unpleasant feeling as an uncommon one. As usual, Kyle’s reaction to something new and uncomfortable is to complain.

"I don’t think I’ve ever seen you serious about anything, now that I think about it. Are you even capable of being serious?”

[milkstxcks]

"If I gave you an answer to that I might have to kill you." Said with a smile and a wink.

Oh, he's capable of being serious, but he's never liked it. It takes a lot to make him stoop to that level, and a rightfully angry little ginger boy has no such power.

He snorts as Kyle continues to fuss about the hickey, "Jesus, I reckoned Cohen woulda taught you all about those by now. You two not getting on as good as I thought?"

[little-moth-of-rapture-deactiva]

"Well of course you’re not getting in trouble, you can just bugger off to your other store and let Cohen stew by himself." Kyle’s face s still dark red as he speaks, despite his annoyance at how blasé Silas is being about the mark he left on the pianist’s neck. He can feel the abused skin throbbing and once again brings a hand up to press at it.

"If molesting me and annoying your boss is your idea of a joke I really don’t want to know what you’re like when you actually serious." He tugs his hand out of Silas’ grasp

[milkstxcks]

"If you keep fussin' with that thing it's just gonna get redder." He doesn't know or care if that's true, but he had such a nice view of it and he doesn't want Kyle's fingers in the way.

He grins winningly. "I'm never serious, Fitz. Sortuva trademark, heh?"

[gatspiel-deactivated20191112]

COME ON TO THE RECORD STORE

SPLIT A NACHO WITH COBBSIE 

[imoffsoon]

[yousickfxck]

"You will  always  be mine”

                               the Artist said, very seriously " if I can’t have you                   no one can “

                    Caressing hands turned to claws                     searing marks into the man’s chest                     as he  burned through the fabric of his shirt. " You will be mine if I have to kill you myself. “

[milkstxcks]

He gasps as the fingers rip down his chest, fuck it feels good.

But it's certainly not what he wants, not from Cohen.

            There's fire in his own hands as he grabs Cohen's shoulders,                                                                                tries to shove him off.

                        "Get off me, you fuckin' creep."

There was a time when Cohen would barely have to ask.

                         That time is certainly not now.

[yousickfxck]

                             immediately, 

as though a switch inside him is flicked                                                   he changes tact                           stretching down along the disciple’s body                                      to cling to his wrists and hands                                      to press their faces together                                                                               cheek to cheek

                                  “Ohh, Silas,”          he practically moans                                   “Why do you make me do these things?                                    I just want to know that you care                                    I just want to know that you’re mine” He kisses the wounded cheek tenderly looking down into the disciple’s eyes.

[milkstxcks]

There was a time when this would have made him melt.

                           When all he wanted was Cohen's attention.

                                              And that ghost of a delusion of love.

                                   Now it just makes him cringe.

"I used to be yours." He mutters it, because he doesn't want Cohen to hear it, but the man's barely breathing distance from him.

                He spent years trying to make himself worthy of Cohen.

      It's only recently he's decided Cohen isn't worthy of him.

[yousickfxck]

 {   Cohen doesn’t respond he just lights his Incinerate with a heavy                     w h o o s h                   bringing the hand down                          flat against the disciple’s cheek                   in a terrific slap.

He is not old HE IS NOT OLD               And he   will not    be treated like this.                                              Straddling the fool                                              he swings at him with flame,                             starting to think perhaps he ought to be                                                                     smacking something else. } "What do you think?"         {          he purrs,  } "isn’t this fun, pet?”

[milkstxcks]

That's going to leave a mark - damn, why does his skin have to be so pale?

"Fun's one word for it..."

                                             He really should learn to hold his tongue.

                        But it's not like he's listening.

                         It's not like he ever listens.

All he knows is he's getting hurt, and that pisses him off. Another hit and his skin starts heating up with the threat of hitting back.

[yousickfxck]

the fingers tighten, the flame sparks to life

                                                and the Maestro throws                                                the scoundrel to the floor. 

                               ”Oh Silas,                                 when will you learn?” The Artist smiles down at him from between smeared lips                   making to plant himself atop                       his foolish disciple.                                ”Perhaps I haven’t been                                 using the right methods.”

[milkstxcks]

He hits the floor with a yelp, tries to get up only to be pinned down.

"Wipe that grin on your face-"

                                           He growls.

                                                          "-old man."

Really, it's like he's been going out of his way to make Cohen's life hell or something.

                                                                           (He totally has.)

[yousickfxck]

“Requests?”

"No, I’m      afraid not.                       I don’t like being asked                       I much prefer to be         begged.” {         long fingers hot with Incinerate lace around the young man’s throat                           and the Artist smiles at last.      }

[milkstxcks]

"Hey, hey.."

Silas's own smile threatens to fall off, but he's not backing down just yet.

                       He takes a half-step back.

"Don't have to be drastic..." He cocks his head to the side, like he's trying to be cute, "I'll beg plenty, just gotta ask..."

                                  "Oh, Mr. Cohen, would you please kiss my ass?"

                         Rest in pieces, Silas.

[yousickfxck]

milkstxcks liked for a starter

"Ohh, my dear” The Maestro       tutted

"Whatever        am I going to do with you?”                               Whatever am I going to do to you…

[milkstxcks]

"Well, I don't s'ppose you take requests."

Look at him acting innocent. Like he doesn't deserve a kick to the mouth.

             Like he didn't nearly burn the stage down just now.

                                                   In his defense, he was having fun.

[chosefamily-deactivated20160219]

"I appreciate a lady who appreciates VALUE!" --milkstxcks

Jackie fumbled with her camera and just barely saved it from hitting the floor. “Jesus, Silas! Don’t sneak up on me like that!” Now that her camera was safely hung around her neck, she turned to look at him. He didn’t seem repentant at all. She frowned at him and crossed her arms. “Are you high, or am I too new to know that you like randomly yelling at people? You ruined my shot, by the way.”

[milkstxcks]

"Well, gee, don't wet yourself, doll." Silas snickers and reaches over to take the camera from her before she can have the chance to object, and turn it over in his hands, "Cohen calls this art? Fuck, he'll take anythin' these days..." he pauses, and bows dramatically as he returns it, "Listen, it ain't my fault if you're standin' a little too close to the shop, heh? You don't wanna hear me butterin' up the customers, there's a great view from the other side o' the hall."

[drellspectre-moved]

which person in your otp sticks their cold hands on any of their partner’s exposed skin

[milkstxcks]

"If you say one more word, I swear…"

"Kitten." He responded immediately, with a shit-eating grin to match.

Oh, he knew Kyle was going to smack him. He also knew Kyle was the least threatening person he could possibly do this to. No worries.

[little-moth-of-rapture-deactiva]

Kyle tugs at Silas’ grip on his wrists, breath wooshing out of his lungs in the most put-upon sigh he can muster.

"I have a sense of humour, it just doesn’t involve you molesting me in public because of my reaction to a dumb pet name!" The fact that he uses that pet name with everyone constantly isn’t lost on Kyle, and in fact makes him feel even dumber.

"And witnesses! People who are no doubt going to tell Cohen and you know who gets in trouble for that? Us! Mainly me because you don’t have to be at his side on a daily basis!" Thinking about it now Kyle really is going to cry. God this was dumb…

[milkstxcks]

"I can't help your reaction bein' funny." he chuckles, much less obnoxiously than before, and kisses Kyle's forehead.

A moment later he laces their fingers together with a purr, "Calm down. No one's gettin' in trouble, chances are Cohen won't even give a shit. Who knows, right? Man never makes any sense anyway."

Of course he'll care, he always cares about Silas playing these games with Kyle. But Silas doesn't have to worry about it as much. But at least he's got a softer tone of voice now.

"I didn't mean anything by it, alright? It's just a joke."

[milkstxcks]

"If you say one more word, I swear…"

"Kitten." He responded immediately, with a shit-eating grin to match.

Oh, he knew Kyle was going to smack him. He also knew Kyle was the least threatening person he could possibly do this to. No worries.

[little-moth-of-rapture-deactiva]

"No one, no one’s going to see them because I’m going to cover them up and this is never happening again.” Kyle’s so far past embarrassed he’s into anger at himself for letting Silas get under his skin, both literally and figuratively.

"This never happened."

[milkstxcks]

Well, it's starting to occur to him at least that maaaybe he crossed a line. Possibly. His smirk falters just a tiny bit, and he takes Kyle's hands in his with a grip at denies objection. "Come oooon, Fitz. Get a sense of humor."

He glances around the room and regains his cheeky expression, "Besides, I've got witnesses."

It's almost as if he legitimately believes he can somehow cheer Kyle up with this.

[milkstxcks]

"If you say one more word, I swear…"

"Kitten." He responded immediately, with a shit-eating grin to match.

Oh, he knew Kyle was going to smack him. He also knew Kyle was the least threatening person he could possibly do this to. No worries.

[little-moth-of-rapture-deactiva]

Kyle doesn’t bother gifting Silas with any sort of response, bring a hand up to rub at the marks starting to bloom on his neck. He winces at how tender they are and shoots the southerner as heated a glare as possible, the result something closer to angry bedroom eyes.

"It’s a good thing I know where they keep the stage makeup, god damn it." He’s feeling flustered and confused, and the sooner he gets back his apartment the sooner he can forget this ever happened.

[milkstxcks]

Silas just gives him a winning smile, "Aww, but they look so pretty. Who's gonna see 'em that really matters, anyway?"

He's banking on Cohen. That would be hilarious. Because what's funnier that seeing Cohen go ballistic? Nothing, that's what. Even if it will probably be directed at him.

[milkstxcks]

"If you say one more word, I swear…"

"Kitten." He responded immediately, with a shit-eating grin to match.

Oh, he knew Kyle was going to smack him. He also knew Kyle was the least threatening person he could possibly do this to. No worries.

[little-moth-of-rapture-deactiva]

"Seriously, stop-ahn! Silas please!" Kyle’s reduced to whining, weakly pushing at Silas’ shoulders and trying to get him to move. The flush on his cheeks creeps down his neck and he tries valiantly not to move under the taller disciple.

[milkstxcks]

Silas lets go of his neck and grins triumphantly at him before bouncing back up onto his feet and helping Kyle up as if nothing happened. Even has the gall to pinch his cheek.

"Look at you, your hair's leaking. Cool down, kitten, it's just a few bites."