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pcnnywiisc:

The wolf looked over towards the scared boy, and it seemed to grin a nasty sort of grin. There was nothing normal about any of this, and the sister started to scream in the loudest voice she could. The mother dropped to the floor, as did the sister, and the wolf snarled with a wild laugh as the ground seemed to flood with crimson. “~Peter?…This… is Peter!~” The mottled flesh and broken parts were behind it’s hind paws, and the wolf then howled as the boy’s vision was fogged over. Pennywise’s laugh rang out the loudest over all, and it’s figure appeared before the boy when the fog cleared. Waves lightly, that smile so wide on his face, and he couldn’t contain his excitement. There was still so much fresh blood on the ground, and whatever sewer water had been there was replaced by it’s sticky mess. It all was pooling around the boy’s legs, and rising steadily.

    “I’m so glad you could join me down here, boy! You’re probably wondering     where your friend scampered off to, and your family… Luckily, they’re still     hanging around somewhere!! Hah! Don’t fret… You’ve bigger problems.” | @richandbcred​ |

     “No...You’re not him.”

Even as the denial left his lips, Roman could recognize the signs plain as day. He had seen Peter transform once before, leaving behind the remnants of his human body. But he hadn’t been sick then, he hadn’t even given Roman a second glance, let alone attacked him. How could he be the vargulf?

     “This has to be...some sort of joke.”

Panic welled up in his chest, sending his mind reeling in confusion. He was trying to come up with any sort of rational explanation, but everything around him defied logic. It was a waking nightmare that he was trapped in with no escape in sight. It was only when the other spoke up that Roman even remembered why he had come down here. A finger pointed towards the figure, trembling (half anger half fear).

     “You. What did you do? What the fuck        kind of sick game are you playing?”

His anger was a front, but it was the only thing he had. At the end of the day, he was just a kid with a cell phone (32% battery, piece of shit). There was always his ‘gift’, but he had the terrible feeling that it wasn’t going to work on this...thing. There was something unnatural going on, and it only took a glance downwards to confirm. Roman saw the red rising around his calves, smelled the thick scent of it. It wasn’t the blood that scared him, it was the overwhelming thirst it seemed to awaken in him. He had always felt that craving, but it was so strong now that it made him sick.

     “Stop it, make it STOP!”

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olivicgodfrey:

“Yes, but you promised to go shopping with me. We have to get   you looking sharp for all those boring meetings, and school of course.” @richandbcred​

“When did I promise that? Are you sure that I was even paying attention? Please, mother, we all know that you handle the meetings. And I’ve got plenty of clothes for school. See?” He said, vaguely motioning to the mess of his floor (and every other conceivable surface of his room) upon which clothes were carelessly strewn about.

@olivicgodfrey​

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olivicgodfrey replied to your post: “// the entire time my friend (who is 99% of the blogs I RP w/) watched...”:

JEEEEEEEEEEEEAN!!! Logan just comes CRASHING in

// SHE’S GOING DARK PHOENIX AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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olivicgodfrey:

“You know it’s rude to ignore your mother, Roman.” | @richandbcred |

“It’s even ruder to wake up your son. It’s a weekend.”

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// the entire time my friend (who is 99% of the blogs I RP w/) watched season 1 and Olivia did anything we just yelled JEEEEEAAAAAN

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luctisonusx:

//psh no thank u sm for blessing us all with ur prescense

// But of course~

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blackhatpriest:

Bright eyes scanned the horizon, as though he were on the lookout for something devious. Too many a prey had been so easily snatched up, and it wasn’t from him. There was something so strange about this place, and he figured out that it was the source of all the stench. Blood, how he craved it and wished for all to understand the same sort of dread he had to go through with each cycle of night and day. Though, something different had come up to his attention, and it drew him away from figuring out whatever was the problem with this place. It wasn’t like him, similar, but not… Yet, it was enough to have him track down and locate—- Stops in his tracks, down the alleyway of someplace dark, and there it was. Wha…..

    “….A boy?…”

| @richandbcred |

It was called a deserted alleyway for a reason, but every once in a while a stray would pass through. Someone taking a shortcut home from work, someone who had a few too many and came stumbling by, someone walking the night and looking for money in the wrong place. All of them came and went, none the wiser to what had been taken from them. His ‘magic’ gaze would deal with them, before and after. No problems, so far.

The figure approaching him now, however, didn’t seem like the typical straggler. Letting a cloud of smoke leave his lips, Roman slowly looked over at the man. He offered him a raise of his eyebrows, and small tilt of his head.

     “Evening.”

And with that, he stared ahead at the brick wall ahead, hoping that the man would just pass him by. He had a bad feeling that the opposite was more likely.

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pctcrwclf:

  “…You crave it?…” The realization actually hit him now, and he knew that this wasn’t just something bizarrely conjured up from his dreams. The truth was finally here, and slamming his poor friend right in the heart. Though, he needed to be there for him now, if anything else. “Roman… You don’t need to worry with me. I, obviously, won’t tell anyone. It’s okay, alright? You’re saying you’re an upir, right? A vampire?” As another thought came to mind, for why else would his friend look so fearful?? Well, besides being a blood-drinker… “You didn’t… kill anyone, did you? I know that sometimes the symptoms of being that, well, makes you really uncontrollable with the want for blood.” Am I crazy? I’m crazy, right? He hasn’t even confirmed it, and I’m jumping the gun. But I need to be sure he’s okay. Reaches over and lightly takes one of his hands in his, needing to show him that he wasn’t going to run away from this.      “I won’t leave you, again, Roman. Whatever’s going on, and wherever Shelley is, I want to help.” | @richandbcred​ |

He said it as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. Roman wasn’t sure whether he should be angry about that, or just relieved, but all things considered he’d take the latter. The comfort was violently swept away by the next question (more like an accusation, really). Yet even that was softened by Peter’s reassurances and he was beginning to feel dangerously...safe. He could hear the imagined rebukes of his mother floating through his thoughts.

I thought that you were stronger than this, Roman. You know what he is, he left you, but I was there. I was there and look at what you did to me!

He should have torn his hand away, stormed out, left Peter with just as many questions as he had been left to handle all those months ago. But he clung to that warmth pathetically, realizing how much he had thirsted for it, almost more than blood.

“I know.” He muttered. “It’s...not that. I’ve been able to feed safely.” His powers had been the key, but that didn’t make the process any less nerve-racking. After all, making someone forget was fine, but what about the day he was too greedy and left only with a corpse in his arms? Again, he shook the dark thoughts clouding over his mind.

“It was me.” He had to tell Peter, and he knew the boy would understand (but if he doesn’t, you’ll just wipe away the memory, won’t you? everything’s always so nice and neat for you, Godfrey). “I killed her, I had to. She...” Roman’s gaze lowered and his grip tightened. “She wanted to kill the baby, Letha’s. I wouldn’t play her game, there was no other way out.” 

His gaze returned to Peter’s, searching, waiting for the final verdict. 

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luctisonusx replied to your post: “magnvsiisms: admiring @richandbcred from afar, bc hellooo roman...”:

I second this statement because such quality!!!!!

// aw u guys are too much?! thank ya!!

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magnvsiisms replied to your post: “magnvsiisms: admiring @richandbcred from afar, bc hellooo roman...”:

yessss! throw him at me lmao

//will do~ I’ll toss up a quick starter in a bit if ya want 

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magnvsiisms:

admiring @richandbcred from afar, bc hellooo roman godfrey. i love that beautiful bastard 

//why thank ya! ahaha who doesn’t~

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pctcrwclf:

   “I saw blood in my dreams… But it wasn’t like the kind from whenever     I hunt. I saw you looking down at someone, but I couldn’t see them.     You didn’t look so well. So, of course it worried me… I dunno. I just     felt like I needed to come back.” He didn’t care right now if that sounded so mushy, and all that crap, because it needed to be said. He needed to know if he wasn’t just going crazy, and that paranoia was for nothing. Looks over at the other, his eyes wide with his concern.      “Are you alright, Roman?… I’m sorry about your mother. To have Shelley lost out there, probably isn’t helping you at all.” Shrugs a shoulder, and looks away again. “It’s hard to explain, but my stupid wolf-nose thinks you’re smelling different than normal… Whenever I turn, I can get it much clearer.” | @richandbcred​ |

     “Blood...”

He knew, he had to. He could smell the change Roman had gone through, and his cousin had always said a bunch of weird psychic shit whenever they had visited her. So why was he hesitating now? Roman could hardly hear the worry in Peter’s voice over the hammering of his own heart.

“I don’t know, Peter...You’re right. I’m different, but you always knew that to some degree, I guess.” He sighed, hardly able to look at the other. “I feel like, like I don’t even understand it myself. Shit. I used to like blood,” (see also: lust for) “But this...this is different. I crave it.”

Once the words left his lips, Roman’s gaze shot up to Peter’s. Had he said too much? Images of Peter looking fearful, of shouting for him to leave, entered his mind and knotted his stomach with worry. All that he wanted were answers, and this seemed like his only chance. The risk had been necessary. He hoped.

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pctcrwclf:

   “I…” Okay, this was a little too difficult to explain it, and Peter was doing his best to try to be calm here. Though, his gaze finally went up to look at the other across the way, and he sighed. A hand moving to scratch up at the underside of his chin.     “…Is it weird if I say that you brought me back? Well, your scent?     I’ve been getting a lot of weird dreams, lately, and you were in them.     I don’t know if it’s guilt or something, but I just had to come back here.     I had to see you.” Concern now in his tone, and he thought to what else the other had said, which took him a moment to think it over. “You said… your mother’s gone, too?? What? Did she run away??” He had no idea the other had truly been alone all this time? It made him feel even more upset over all this. | @richandbcred |

     “No, not weird. I mean, that’s how we met, right?”

We had the same dreams. Make that have. He saw the same thing, every night, whether it was Peter’s human form or the wolf. Roman had chalked it up to grief, considering everything else that had happened, but it always felt so real. He wondered how he appeared in Peter’s dreams, and was too afraid to ask.

     “Mother is gone. As in dead.” 

He finally responded, his face and tone a complete deadpan. He let his gaze settle on the other’s, unwavering, wondering how much he should say. There was trust between them when it came to what mattered, but Roman felt some of that trust had weakened when the other had vanished the way he did. 

“What do you mean my scent? What kind of dreams?” He couldn’t hold back the rapid-fire questions, because he was looking for that opening, that chance to let someone else into this lonely world he’d been reduced to living in.

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pctcrwclf:

“…. Chitty Chitty Bang Bang!” Turns on the DVD player, and TV, as the movie is already on the menu screen. “I need some of that good ol’ music in my ears. Trust me. You’ll cry.” As he shoves so much popcorn into his mouth with a smirk. | @richandbcred​ |

“Chitty what what? Is that the one with the car?” He asked with a laugh, glancing to the menu. “Well...that’s some kind of car. This looks old as shit. Looks like something we should be smoking for, not drinking.” 

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pctcrwclf:

“Uhh… Guys can like movies, too, you know?? And we can hang out as friends, so. If you’re that uncomfortable about sitting on a couch, eating popcorn and candy, and watching a movie with me…….” Leans back, shoving the popcorn bowl to the middle between them. | @richandbcred​ |

“Okay, geez, it was a joke! I didn’t want you to find out, romances get me all teary, you know.” He smiled, helping himself to a handful of popcorn and whatever chocolatey-sugary-cavity-inducing shit Peter had bought. “So what are we watching?”

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“Isn’t a movie night like what girls do at sleepovers? Are we gonna watch a rom com? Shelley says they’re terrible, but I found a few in her room.” He smirked, letting his beer bottle dangle from the arm of the worn couch. “I bet you looove that sappy shit.”

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