#foolnoosed

[rhysings-blog]

@foolnoosed​

“Little voices left to rot and plot—the clenching of your teeth might help you sleep.”  They take a long drag from their cigarette and tilt their head. Hair casts over their eyes as they give the grave looking man a small, private smile. “Something’s bothering you.” 

[rhysings-blog]

i can't copy anything but give me smooch!!!!

The rain soaks them both as they cling to Raye. It’s rare for vampire hunters to be so bold, but this is just too close of a call. The corpse bleeds out on the muddy grass, staining the green blades red. It’s a good thing that this is a downpour. The evidence of their wrongdoing would be washed away by sunrise.

Raye holds them tightly, strong arms the only reassurance in the world as Rhys shakes. “I’ve never ki—lled someone before.” Their voice cracks as their eyes burn. Tears well up in the corners of their eyes, but in the pouring rain they’ll likely go unnoticed. At least Rhys hopes so. Then again, Raye is an incredibly perceptive person. 

“I’m sorry.”  Sorry to drag the detective into this mess. Sorry that he’ll have to help them hide a body. “This is all my fault if I didn’t—if I wasn’t me this wouldn’t have happened and I—” And then Raye is kissing him all bold and sure of himself, sure of this mess, sure of everything that Rhys is not. Rhys is soft and pliant, mouth opening for Raye, letting himself be devoured by the younger man as if this will set everything right. 

& just like that the kiss ceases. Raye is letting go of them, first giving their shoulders a gentle squeeze as  if to ground them. Raye reminds them that they have to finish what they started. Rhys nods and follows his lead. Nothing would stop them from surviving—not even their own guilt. 

[voidsouled-blog]

@foolnoosed

A knife is sticking out of Saar’s chest, right where his heart lies. “It has been stabbed.” Says this with a deadpan expression and monotone voice, as if he’s not at all bothered by the fact that, if it wasn’t for what he was, he would literally be dying. 

[rhysings-blog]

@foolnoosed

They found the man battered beyond recognition—a horrible state to be in, but for some reason the man insists on not going to the hospital. Rhys has to carry him back home. It’s an easy task considering their inhuman strength. To make matters worse it pours the entire trek home. By the time they’re through the manor’s doors they & the stranger are both soaked to the bone. At least the blood on the man’s face has mostly been washed away.

“Are you conscious enough to give me your name, dear?” Rhys climbs the stairs. There’s not a chance they’ll keep him in a guestroom. With a concussion that bad they’ll need to keep a close eye on him. “Nothing appears to be broken, but I may be wrong. I haven’t gotten a good look at you yet.” Upon reaching their bedroom, Rhys sits the shivering man onto the plush bed. “I’ll get you some clothes to change into—warm ones, I promise. We should truly take care of your wounds first. May I take off your shirt?” From under their bed Rhys pulls out a med kit and sets it on the bed next to him. “Rhys Driscoll, by the way. I promise to take good care of you, Sir.” 

[dnrpcpositivity]

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@detectkira, @foolnoosed has something to tell you!! ❤

[boydrawn-blog]

"i passed by this stationary shop today and they had these on display in the window. thought you might like one." raye smiles as he holds out a leather bound journal. it's simple, dark, almost black in color but clearly handcrafted. on the first page, a short but affectionate note is written, signed 'with love, dad'.

(  unprompted asks.  /  always accepting.  /  @foolnoosed.  )

            ❝  This is…for me ??  Thank you, really.  I’ve….never had a nice journal like this.  I’ll do somethting special with it. ❞

            ANDREW’S FINGERS RUN ACROSS  the side of the pages  tightly  bound between the covers.  it warms his  HEART  to know he was thought of by  anyone  ,  let alone family.  he smiles kindly, opening to the  FIRST  page,  his smile only  growing  at the note.

             ❝ ….Love you too, dad. ❞

[rebcrnthief-blog]

“Look, it was an accident.” He rubs the back of his head and lets out a long sigh, lilac colored eyes narrowed slightly. “I wasn’t trying to trip you up.” He was trying to trip up the guy that was walking in front of him, you see, that other guy had been a real jerk, knocking into him earlier and sneering at him so Akefia just wanted to pay him back but the guy had just decided to change his course last minute and so Akefia looked like he was trying to trip up some innocent person. “I can’t win from losing today.”

foolnoosed // starter!