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Important Announcement
So, as you all know, I’m awful at Multi-blogging. Therefore, I’ve moved Maka and Nikolas to @apendaye (My Main blog).
No worries, I’ll continue all threads there! I’m going to queue this out a few times and also make sure to transfer threads over and archive this blog! <3
bluehairmessiah replied to your post:For every minions post I see on Facebook, I’m...
id join but i dont do facebook. dont die man
Death by Alcohol is befitting for me.
But nah, I’ll be alright.
Until I’m thirty minutes in because there’s about 12 Minions related posts on my FB already and I’m only a few minutes in.
surreptitiousseeker replied to your post:For every minions post I see on Facebook, I’m...
Oh gods please be careful.
Me? Not careful? With alcohol?
Yeah that’s about right. I make no promises, I will be drunk. There will be no help for the wicked ass lumberjack tonight.
Hi, I’m Nikolas, please don’t try to put me in AA.
For every minions post I see on Facebook, I’m going to take a shot.
See you in five minutes, I’ll be drunk as hell.
I didn’t get what “Netflix and Chill” meant until now.
But let me just say, I literally mean Let’s watch Netflix and fuckin’ chill. Sorry man, but you’re not getting laid without watching a few movies and drinking.
“You’re no friend!” he snapped. “Where do you think I was for years of my life? Fucking Candyland? My friends saw me in the darkness and they gave me just the freedom you think is making him suffer!”
It was hard to make cheesy speeches while trying to dodge doctor’s weapons. He kept his breathing steady as he moved backward and to the side; getting back in view of the hospital, on the off chance someone was around to see he was in danger, was really his best option for the moment.
“You’re delusional!” he growled. “He can be happy, you just refuse to believe there’s another way!”
The sprinklers went down, diverting his attention for only a moment, but it was a moment longer than it should have been. He glanced to the side, then back up, just in time to see the scalpel flash toward his bare arm.
Hissing in pain, he darted forward, aiming to kick one of David’s legs out from under him.
“Who’re you to make comparisons!? No one lives their life the same way as anyone else!” He growled out the words, swinging time and time again as he did so. “What makes one person happy will destroy another’s life!” Brilliant, David was one of the people who were far too smart for their own good. Except his genius was also going to be his downfall. For having relied on another person to take care of things, for not scoping out the after scenario and sticking around to see it through. Now he was dealing with a kid who was obviously a fighter as well.
David smirked when he noticed that one of his strikes had nailed a spot on the pest’s arm, only to find his weight shifting soon after. The sweep of his leg offered little way to get out of the fall, but he wasn’t as unskilled as many believed he was. As his frame fell, he let his opposite leg fly forward. Not to hit Nico, though that would be a plus, but to balance his weight as he pushed off the ground to upright himself and lunge straight for him. It didn’t matter if they were in view of the hospital now.
There was only so much a lousy rent-a-cop and staff of doctors could do after all. And when it came to someone like him? Well he had his ways of weasling out of things. Except things that came from no where. While they were fighting, Nikolas had woken back up and went to hunt down Nico and get a cigarette. Granted, the nurses advised against it, but he didn’t care for that. He could see well enough and he was rested, so walking wasn’t a chore. But when he walked past a window in order to get outside, he saw the shadows of figures and knew the pattern they waltzed in.
It only took him a moment to get outside, and another to figure out that it was David and Nico. His heart dropped in his chest, the immediate thought of him being the cause of Nico to get hurt? That didn’t settle well with him at all. Nor did the fact that David had obviously found a way out of containment. He reached up, tearing the Ivs out and tossing the cart aside before he made a run for it. Blindsiding his former best friend, he tackled him away from the younger male and lashed out like no other. “Back the fuck up you piece of shit!”
Existence, something David held near and dear when it came to Nikolas. They both knew that from their last meet in the room. But now, even as he acknowledged David’s existence, his anger was apparent and there was no escaping it. Not as he grabbed at the pale throat beneath his bandaged hands and clenched his jaw as if to prevent himself from tearing the flesh with his teeth. “Fuckin’ come at me all you like, but touch him and I’ll fucking kill you.” The words fell upon stunned ears as David squirmed and struggled, immediately going for a blinding jab with one of the tools in his hands.
But Nikolas was keen on his eyes now, leaning back and catching the wrist before he cleanly jerked it the opposite direction. Even as he broke David’s wrist, he hadn’t stopped. He couldn’t hear the screaming beneath him, but he could see the pain in his features and didn’t care. This man had sunk far too low and had done far too much for him to care about him now. He didn’t stop there, taking the scalpel to his bicep and side before he drove his fist repeatedly into David’s face. There was only a few moments left, the kicking soon stopped and all Nikolas was left with was a bloodied, wheezing, man.
Even though he wanted to end it right then and there, he got a grip on himself and got up, only to swiftly kick the other’s side before turning away to go check on Nico. “Hey, he didn’t hurt you, did he?” The question was very meekly put as he looked him over and frowned. It was his fault he ended up in this situation, he’d put him in danger and there was no way around that fact.
He frowned. This was embarrassing, sure, and he still didn’t know what this was, out of the blue, but…they were the only ones around, after all. And Nikolas was pretty warm.
Very, very cautiously, he laid his head on the taller boy’s chest. Just listening for his heartbeat, he told himself. He took stock of where Nikolas’s feet moved in relation to when his heart thumped against his ear.
Once he’d gotten a good idea, he stepped off and mirrored Niko’s movements by sight. “How am I doing?” he asked after a moment.
Spontaneous was how he worked a majority of the time, and this was also to keep the other close to him. Despite being currently in the ‘suave’ department, he found it increasingly difficult to keep his pulse in check when he felt Nico’s head against his chest.
Nikolas kept moving, shifting and swaying with every heartbeat he felt, though he soon found himself looking down further to see where the pressure on his boots had gone. Raising a brow, he watched as Nico picked it up rather smoothly and flashed a smile.
“Great.” He practically hummed the word, settling his palm on the other’s lower back as he did so. “Don’t ask me how biting you turned into dancing with you, because I was just looking for a reason to stay this close. But now, this is kind of fun.” He grinned, letting his honest intent come to light.
Tf do you mean I described looking like a “Hipster” Jason? The fuck is a hipster?
Check back, I googled that shit.
Hipsters have a weird sense of fashion and I like it. Braid flowers in my beard.
I look like an unkempt lumberjack with piercings and tattoos.
... Do I own a plaid shirt because I’m sure I could work this look.
sugakoushis:
He sighed at his refusal to eat, trying to play over the story again and again. That nice guy did this to him–well, once removed. He got someone else to do this, which was still definitely him doing this! It counted. Shaking his head slowly, he spoke. “You know, you don’t need to starve yourself… if we want to fight him, we need to be in tip-top shape, right?” Sure, he told him he didn’t need to eat and he even said it twice, but… “Please? Even a little?” He was worried. Understandably so. However, he didn’t want to press it…
That ‘nice’ guy was less nice and more demented. There were a lot of terrible things that Nikolas could tolerate, but this? Well this was just lower than the low. He looked up when he noticed Suga’s lips moving and read them carefully. It seemed he wouldn’t get out of eating no matter if he tried fifty different ways. Plus, it wasn’t so much a want as it was necessity, right? So he resigned himself to defeat and set his drink aside, gently taking the box and nodding.
“Yeah alright. I suppose I can eat a little.” The thought of food turned his stomach right now, but Suga was right, he did need to eat either way. Not to mention he really didn’t want to have a tube or something shoved down his throat for malnutrition. That just wasn’t something he would be able to go along with willingly. So he carefully took a bite and wrinkled his nose, it was good. “Thanks, Sugar.”
S’up I’m Nikolas and I wake up at ungodly hours when I’m not working apparently.
I feel like I just got a mug shot taken, thank you Tsubaki. Reason my face isn’t in it is because she was being sneaky with it while I was talking to Blackstar.
How gorgeous am I?
His heart pounded as he was lifted, though his face reddened in humiliation as he felt his feet on top of the other’s. Just like a kid on his daddy’s toes or something…Gods damn it.
“You’re an ass,” he mumbled, squinting up at him.
“Am I?” He retorted, slowly moving along a beat only he knew to carry Nico along with him. “Y’know, this is only till you pick up the steps. And since I can’t hear music, but I can feel a heartbeat, you should use mine as a reference.” The leisurely movements were small and simple, but he still kept him close to him.
“Just feel it, and step in time with it. If you can, then you don’t need to stand on me.”
Nico went bright red–again–in response to both the hand-holding, and then the translation.
“Io non sono carino, tu culo pretenzioso,” he grumbled. “And no, I never actually learned to–”
Ah, fuck. He hid his face in his bangs, mortified. Nope. No squeaks here.
Smirking at the fact that he turned red all over again, he chuckled softly and kept him close. Granted, he didn’t understand a word of Italian, he couldn’t help but feel like Nico just rebuked him calling him cute.
“Ets massa dolç, poc orquídia.” He chimed, slipping his arm further around the smaller frame as he lifted him just enough to set him on his boots. “Then just hold on to me.” Niko smiled, weaving his fingers between the others.
Maybe it was because he, unlike Niko, could actually hear, but be couldn’t exactly understand. He could pretend or even try to get it, but in the end he was certain none of his friends or enemies (if he had any?) would go so low as to try and do something like this. “Ah… what…” He stopped the sentence there, shaking his head, “or, rather, why did he do it again? Did he want you defenseless?” He knew Niko probably wanted to do far more to the guy, but he was honestly glad he just kicked his ass. Maybe killing the only person you used to trust isn’t the best thing for your health.
“What? You should eat anyways…” He held out his box, the frown on his face widening. “How long has it been since you’ve eaten, Nikolas? I’m definitely not going to let you starve here, it’s the least I can do.” He would force-feed him if he had to.
“I don’t know.” He muttered, carefully taking a drink so not to irritate his lip any further than he had. “Something about loving me was said, but I was too angry to care. My assumption is yes, he needed me defenseless. Because otherwise, I would’ve beat the shit out of the guy he sent after me. And David himself can’t beat me in a scrap. This seemed like the only option.”
Not that he cared, it had gone too far. Taking his sight? No. That was beyond unforgivable. There was nothing he wouldn’t do to defend his sight. Sure, he’s had black eyes and split brows, but this? No, he wanted to skin David for all he was and stuff him into a crate. “Huh?” He missed the first part but got the second, piecing it together and making a sour face.
“Uh... A day or so ago? I don’t know. I was pretty out of it.” Shrugging, he took another sip and sighed. “Sucre favor, estic bé.“ Blinking a few times, he shook his head. “Sorry, I said.. Sugar please, I’m fine.” He hadn’t realized how much more comfortable it was to speak his native tongue in distress, but English was needed here.
He’d been about to ask Iris to show him Chiron.
The sound of footsteps approaching, almost masked by the sound of sprinklers turning and water hitting the grass, stuck a warning bell in his head and, as the golden coin disappeared, he tensed his muscles, ready to spring. But he didn’t turn around.
He jumped away just in time. The man tackled empty air, and the boy caught sight of the furious look in his eyes. His eyes widened, and for a moment, he faltered.
Nikolas didn’t want him coming near this man…
In the brief second before the needle came at him, he realized it was too late. He’d have to fight if he wanted to get out of this. He wouldn’t resort to using his sword, though, knowing if he neutralized David, Nikolas might not be too happy with him. Besides, like an idiot, he’d left the blade sitting on the grass near where he was sitting.
“You tried to kill him, and I’m the one who fucked it up? That’s only a little deranged,” he retorted. He dove for his weapon, narrowly missing the syringe as it went for his throat. He couldn’t use his sword, but he should at least keep it out of David’s bloodstained hands.
Deranged? Him? No, it was this kid that was deranged. David caught himself and slid to his feet, eyes narrowed and filled with nothing but that unbridled rage and icy hatred. The sword had gone unnoticed, his entire focus on the pipsqueak at hand as he curved his heel into the ground and jumped forward once more. This time, armed with a scalpel in one hand and the syringe in the other. “You shouldn’t have stuck your nose in it, pest!”
If it weren’t for him, Nikolas wouldn’t be suffering anymore. He’d be blissfully happy! He’d know that he was loved so much that life was just meaningless banter! This brat took that way! He couldn’t let him go for that. “He lives his life in darkness, always angry, always fighting, never happy! I was going to give him freedom!” Those angered words only rallied slash after slash as he made his attempts to slice Nico in any way he could.
“Who are you to him!? No one! He doesn’t care about hearing people! He loathes them! Mocks them! You’re only a saviour for the moment but give it a week and he’ll forget you even exist! But me? Oh he’ll be waiting for me.” There was no halting a man who had nothing but love and hatred to give, just two things, with no hues in between; he was rampant. And frightening to boot. “If it weren’t for you, he’d be happy now! Those eyes wouldn’t be dulled by the very life he dreads to be in! You should’ve stayed out of it!”
