#deadlykitefight

[nervousleader]

"Uh oh... Renato, you need to run, kid-"

[exmortiis]

renato lyra 〃 @deadlykitefight

David wasn't a team player by any means, most of the times the man would rather take the killer head on and take them for a spin, even if at times the results weren't the one expected and by the time the trial was over he was either a bloody and bruised mess or. . . dead. Except he didn't care, that part of him, the one ever so constantly chasing the familiar adrenaline high, satisfied, and what more he could ask for when stuck in such death ridden place.

However it wasn't always like that, exceptions existed even for a man like him, as rare as they may come by. And luckily or perhaps sadly, depending on the point of view, Renato fell into such category, he was one of the few people he came to care about and what was David good for if he couldn't protect them ?

He watched the other struggling to repair the gen he was on, his actions and words doing nothing but having a familiar sense of dread pooling deep in his core. " That's fuckin' bollocks. " Frustration laced in the worry of his tone. That was something he knew first hand, more than once he found himself with his head locked in that very same trap, and thank to his stubborn nature to keep going, he knew very well the feeling of skin and muscles being ripped away from his face before his consciousness would give in to the not quite enteral sleep.

" They are close to escaping, 'cause if ya don't get that thing off, ya ain't getting out. " A bloody hand taking a hold of the younger man's arm, pulling him away from the generator. He could deal with Renato being mad at him but not with him being dead because of how selfless he was but most of all because David failed to protect him. " Ya either go find the damn thing to get that off, of I'm carryin' you to each one of 'em. " Dark hues never wavering, ever so focused on the other, despite everything going around them. A deep breath exhaled from his nose. " I'll finish working on this and ya get that thing sorted out, deal ? " A kick to the half repaired generator. Fingers still wrapped around the other's arm, the grip firm and yet, far from painful. " I ain't leaving without your ass. " And that was a promise.

[leadxxr]

*pokes his cheek for no other reason than having the random urge to do so, and acting upon it. Grinning as he does.*

@deadlykitefight | MAKING MISERIES: MAIN

“Erm — personal space, Renato? Remember? Like we talked about?” People don’t generally appreciate being prodded in the face, especially without warning, but Dwight was patient enough, for the most part.

[exmortiis]

renato lyra 〃 @deadlykitefight

It was easy to notice things about the younger man when he wasn't as subtle as one might think, but then again David came to realize that Renato wasn't quite like the rest of them, there was still light filling him, spilling from his very persona with every smile gracing sun kissed skin, something that David didn't truly have to being with. A shake of his head, chasing away his own unwanted thoughts.

A chuckle slipped past his mouth, the hint of amusement and something else, something warm, gleaming behind dark hues when his gaze met the other's. " I don't know, I was thinkin' about taking a walk or something. " The raise of a brow, he was teasing. " It's such beautiful night. . . or day, y'know ? " The sarcasm heavily intertwined with his words, after all he long forgot any resemble of passing of time, the Fog making it hard to keep count when everything looked the same day after day.

" But you make such compelling argument about staying. " The corner of his mouth curving into a smirk when he settled beside Renato, as if he would have done anything else. Rough fingers coming to ever so gently ruffle the back of the other's hair before his hand settled against the back of his neck, warm and steady. Almost apologetic even. " Didn't mean to spook ya, mhm. "

[noctiium]

@deadlykitefight left a note in the woods ; 💋

『 smooches 1 / ?? 』

David was starting to think that he could get used to this; to the way Renato's clothes and things seemed to belong in his loft among his own stuff. A place that could barely be called a house suddenly feeling a lot like home ever since he came along. And damn, if Renato was nothing short of a vision wearing his shirt and standing there, in front of the full-height window, with the late afternoon light bathing him in a soft rose-orange glow. His arms so easily finding their way around his lover's waist the moment he was close enough, pulling him closer, chest against back.

A nuzzle against Renato's shoulder before he ever so subtly nudged his nose against the soft spot right under his ear, a way to get his attention; to prompt the other to turn his head just enough so David could learn forward and capture the other's mouth in a lingering kiss.

[evilstalks]

*pokes*

michael imagines sometimes the survivors get bored. it makes sense-- they live through the same moments over and over without much variation. it's the same for most killers, but for michael, the repetitiveness of it all doesn't bother him. he's used to living the same days, to nothing changing, to seeing the same walls and the same people. michael doesn't require anything more, but he's not like most people, human or otherwise. and clearly, renato is dumber than most survivors, because why else would he do such a stupid, daring thing?

the shape turns around slowly, tilting his head down to look at the survivor. he exhales, grabbing the smaller man by the front of the shirt, easily lifting him off the dirt and holding him up off his feet. michael tilts his head at him, as if quietly asking what he was thinking when he decided it'd be okay to poke michael. maybe he just has a death wish.

[evilresiidents]

💓 to chris

send a 💓 to feel my muse's heartbeat // accepting.

While Chris would have enjoyed nothing more than having the knowledge that after all this time he finally had the younger man all figured out, it would be nothing short of a lie, because at the end of the day it seemed that Renato could still take him by surprise from time to time.

Much like that night, while it came as no surprise that the other was at his place, Chris had expected him to be fast asleep when he came back home from a mission, one that took two weeks but felt more like an eternity, and that had been the case when he had pressed a kiss on the side of Renato's head, only to watch him nuzzle into the pillow.

And yet, when Chris finally crawled in bed after a ( well deserved ) hot shower, he found the other awake, half lidded green eyes staring at him. " 'm sorry if I woke you up. " An apologetic whisper, however he was met by mumbled words that Chris recognized as portuguese, but he was far too tired to connect them to their meaning. Not that Renato gave him much time anyways, as mere moments later Chris felt the other curling against his side, nuzzling the side of his head against his chest until he was content with the position.

For how smart Chris was, it took him an embarrassingly amount of time to realize what Renato was doing. Renato's ear pressed right above where his heart laid, feeling its steady beat. Was he? He felt his heart sinking at the thought of Renato waiting for him, not even knowing if he was going to make it back or not, after all that was something that even Chris couldn't control, it came with the job. Something akin to a sigh slipping past Chris' mouth and he found himself reaching up, fingers combing through Renato's long-ish strands of hair. " Hey, it's okay, I'm here, doll. You aren't dreaming. " He murmured before pressing a kiss against the top of his head.

[evilresiidents]

SUBJECT :// @deadlykitefight FILE :// don't mind renato he is just slowly making his way towards chris. chomping on his shoulder, teeth dragging down to his chest, before nipping him once more. he could spend hours doing this, but instead, he pulls back. looking up at him, trying to read his reaction. he's been known to forget about personal space.

It always seemed to amaze Chris the way when he was rather sure to know someone, they seemed to always do something to catch him off guard. And this? This was the glaring example of such thing. He watched the other with both amusement and curiosity, wanting to know what exactly was going in that pretty mind of his when Renato approached where he was sitting. A question soon answered by his actions. The bites earning something akin to a laugh, albeit a muffled one from the way he had tried to hold it back.

Well, Renato was something else, wasn't he?

The raise of a brow then, chocolate hues warm and yet intense as always when Chris met the other's gaze. " What gotten into you, mhm? " Fingers reaching to grasp at his shirt, tugging him closer as his free hand came to grab Renato's waist, guiding him onto his lap.