#caintakesabel

[raphaelcolt]

EMOJIS,  they  were  great,  he  loved  that  there  was  one  for  each  thing  or  pretty  much  each  thing---  he  could  figure  out  his  own  special  language.  he  had  slightly  picked  up  with  ayda.  but  one  wrong  emoji,  due  in  part  to  his  lack  of  knowledge,  he  wandered  his  fingers  into  a  free  game,  “I  don’t  like  this  game,”  he  speaks  to  cain,  scratching  his  head  and  walking  into  the  living  room,  perching  himself  on  the  arm  of  the  couch,  the  sounds  of  angry  birds  playing  on  his  phone,  “why  are  the  birds  angry?  why  do  I  have  to  knock  these  buildings  down?  why  is  this  fun?”  raphael  shakes  his  head  in  almost  disgust,  “technology  is  weird,  it  makes  me  angry,  like  those  stupid  birds.”

@caintakesabel

[madexfgold]

🎶

blood // water

We'll never get freeLamb to the slaughterWhat you gon' doWhen there's blood in the waterThe price of your greedIs your son and your daughterWhat you gon' doWhen there's blood in the water

walk through the fire

I'm always wonderingIf it's ever gonna endI can feel it in my bonesI can feel it in my bonesStanding in the dustOf what's left of us(I can see you in my soul)

bury me face down

From the rubble, what do I see?There's a whole damn army thinkin' that they're gonna harm meSay goodnight, I'll never get freeOh, I got troubles that won't let me beBut I won't get tired, set the town on fire'Till my troubles got trouble with me

[raphaelcolt]

SOURCE.

God damn it.

He’d told himself he wasn’t going to fall victim to this particular temptation yet here he was. The sight in front of him was a delicacy of sorts, a delicate nod to his ego that needed no more stroking yet in still, here they were. Eyes seemed content to drink in the sight, fingers tapping along the arm of the chair that he was currently seated in. That hand wanted to grip it, to have something to hold on to - an anchor that was not made of such delicate flesh and bone, but for now the distraction would have to do.

“Good boy, now spread your legs further….and say please.”

raphael  doesn’t  remember  how  they  ended  up  in  this  position,  how  he  ended  up  naked  within  the  presence  of  cain  ;  body  dragging  down,  bending  at  the  waist---  globes  of  his  ass  on  such  a  display.  it  settles  though,  warm  in  his  belly  at  the  praise.  his  legs  move  at  the  prompting,  spread  as  far  as  he  can  muster  given  the  angle  of  his  body.  wrists  plant  on  the  desk  before  him,  and  he  does  bend  farther  over  it.  the  rougarou  bites  back  an  impatient  whine,  simply  exhales  instead.  his  toes  curls  against  the  floor,   “please,  please  touch  me.”

[quinnloinsigh]

🗝

Confessions and platitudes weren’t exactly Quinn’s strong suit. Certainly not to those who clearly didn’t care, but maybe now, in the silence of the room that was no longer filled with brutish moans and sex-soaked heat, he could allow himself a bit of honesty.

“You remind me of the first man I loved.” Quinn gave a motion to his own jaw, tracing it. “Same... dark stubble. Same dark features. Same dark heart. But it opened for me, just a little. Enough that I came in.” With a caustic smirk, he turned, eyes tracing along the frame of the man who seemed so known to him, despite the unfamiliarity. “He took my sealskin. Kept me for his own. It made me hate him. I would have come back for him every day, but...” He glanced off again, sinking into the edge of the bed, his elbows digging into his thighs, hands clasped between. “I’m stuck between wanting to stay and wanting to run. Just like I was then.”