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dimitri no
im going to make a collection dont be such a spoil sport
Master
"Er… I guess… you win?"
"I suppose I do. Could I hand you over to someone else?"
everyone is my fucking slave
*cough cough*
w-well um except you aurora???
????!?!?????
everyone is my fucking slave
captainsnakepants said: -props his elbow on Dimitri’s head, resting his cheek in his hand- ‘Zat so?
well... i mean... neverm ind
everyone is my fucking slave
itwontendthisway said: except for clive
thats because i cANT USE YOUR ASK BOX
TAKE OUT THAT SIDE IMAGE;;;
Master.
"Shit-"Fuck.
"Congratulations, Dimitri."
"Thank you."
everyone is my fucking slave
It hardly took very long to get the movie set up, and she took the remote with her to the couch as she skipped through the commercials to get to the menu screen. She sat herself down, making sure there was more than enough room for Luke as she did.
It seemed things were picking up for once, and she could forget all about her time travel issues, and continue on without any worries. She heard the microwave go off, and she smiled a bit to herself, waiting for the boy to join her.
'Luke' moved over to the couch with the bowl of popcorn, carefully sitting himself next to Claire and placing the bowl on his lap. "I don't know if you'll like it, Claire, I kinda took it out of my room..."
He hadn't looked at the movie when he swiped it from Luke's dresser, just hoping it wasn't too childish. He did his best to act like the boy, which wasn't all that difficult; he just had to over-exaggerate everything he did. Annoying, but not hard.
*at job interview* Oh yes, my criminal record? The only thing illegal I’ve done is absolutely KILLIN it on the dancefloor. Haha, just kidding! I have killed a man
"Ah, right! You put the DVD in and I’ll get the popcorn!"
"Sounds good to me!" Goodness, he was acting awful strange… She shrugged it off, plopping herself down by the DVD player to get the movie set up.
Dimitri paused when he ran into Layton's kitchen, pausing. Where was the popcorn? He knew the layout of his kitchen, but for what items were in them... he'd have to write that down later. For now, he pushed through all them and found a bag of instant popcorn, opening the plastic and putting the paper bag in the microwave for two minutes.
Finally, a date with Claire! Of course, it really wasn't a date at all, and she didn't know who he really was, but that wouldn't stop the fluttering in his chest. His thoughts broke when the microwave beeped, opening it quickly and taking out the bag. He scourged for a big bowl, dumping the popcorn in it and moving out to the living room when he got both the popcorn and himself together.
"Definitely. What’s a movie without popcorn, after all?"
"Ah, right! You put the DVD in and I'll get the popcorn!"
"Of course! I’d love to!"
"Ah, thank you! Do you want popcorn?"
1 person approaches.
A finger passed over the wounds, fascinated and gentle, digging into the lashmarks. He tried to reach for the boy’s spine, eyes shining and tongue flicking out to wet his lips, hungry and wanting nothing less than the crack of a spine under his hands.
Deeper, deeper, rooting through muscle and vein, reaching for bone.
"Ah!" He couldn’t help a scream, unable to take it anymore; he thrashed his marked body and little sobs racked his body, loosing control of himself. Tears swam in his eyes and dripped down his cheeks, gritting his teeth and slamming his feet into Theodore over and over as long as he could manage.
He fell over, hand stained, laughter shaking his frame and red streaking down his face as fingers dragged, blinding his monocle and bathing his face.
He rolled over, reaching for Dimitri with a twisting grin.
The pain was too much now. He moved to sit, his back protesting vehemently. His hands were wet when he touched the floor, trying to wipe his face with the back of his now-bloody hands, kicking the other's hands with a scream.
"Fassen Sie mich nicht!" His eyes were unfocused, and things were starting to blur. No, no- he stood, legs so weak that he collapsed after a single step, having to crawl n his hands and knees. Everything was mixing together and he could barely breath through his crying, which he couldn't hear anymore, reaching out his shaking fingers. But they grasped nothing. There was only air, and he felt himself slipping, crumpling to the ground, everything falling into darkness.
"Claire!"
"Luke!"
"It’s good to see you!"
"You too! Um, I was thinking... would you like to watch a movie together?"
"Claire!"