#grievousomen

[hellisheir]

@grievousomen || original

Michael laughed softly, it wasn't common for him to be so tender. He cupped Katsumi's face and planted a long kiss on his lips, hips still rocking. "So feisty you are." Lips trailed off to his cheek, his neck and jawline, the soft flesh was so inviting as well as his cologne.

"And what would you like me to do with my mouth, hmm?" Michael breathed in his ear, lips gently nipping on his earlobe.

[witchaotics]

@grievousomen || original.

Fog crept around them and Morgan supposed it was for the better. It would help obscure Katsumi's nakedness a bit more but the cool air was a detriment. He could just see Katsumi's head poking out from behind the headstone. It had been a rather strange day and not just because he saw the man shift from a hare and back into a person again.

Morgan was surprised to see it happen but he averted his eyes from the man as to not further cause him any embarrassment. "It's cold out here." Shifting out of his coat, he went over to Katsumi's spot, head turned so he wouldn't see him. "Take this and I'll help you back home, or my place, whichever you prefer. I have some clothes stored away you can borrow though they may be a bit long on you." It was no jab at his height either, but the idea of Katsumi wearing something a bit oversized was a rather endearing mental picture.

[fcllederage]

@grievousomen sent: are you sure you know what you're doing? (MORE QUESTION PROMPTS)

"Absolutely!" Not. Had they ever lock picked a door before? Never. Had they already seen other people do it? Yes, on YouTube videos. It looked simple, like a video game. It was hell to figure out. Crouched in front of the lock, frowning in concentration, Hyacinthe tried their best to figure out how a lock worked with the crochet hook, at the same time pretending they knew how to do this. "Then again, it's your fault for leaving the keys inside so I should let you do it." Thankfully, they were not in the lock.

[gothiings]

@grievousomen || original

The bump startled her and she turned, the stranger's records now on the floor. Thankfully they were still pristine. "It's okay, the store is kinda cramped."

A small smile appeared on her face. "Don't I know." Granted she didn't listen to either of those, and only the latter she was vaguely familiar with. She had heard their songs played at a few alternative events but never listened to them on her own.

But she did know the struggle of finding that one rare gem. Liking music outside of the convenient mainstream could difficult when finding records. So she would search many shops until she found what she was looking for.

Sometimes her friend Ethan would send her tapes in the mail.

"It's always such a good feeling when you do find what you want. It's like a treasure hunt."

[hellisheir]

@grievousomen || Original

The sight of the body was one of the first things Michael saw when Kat hesitantly opened the door. He was acting strange and the fresh blood stains did not go unnoticed by him. After a solid five minutes of bickering and Katsumi acting cagey did he finally stop obscuring the gruesome scene with the door partially open and Kat wedged in between it tightly.

He recognized the face as one of the cult members, though the man's named slipped his mind. Not that Michael could be bothered to remember all their names.

"Oh, Katsumi." His heart sank but not for the so-called 'victim.' Those members pushed the envelope and did horrific acts themselves, though Michael was still uncertain if the man deserved his fate.

With gentle hands he cupped Katsumi's face. "We're going to clean this up and we're going to clean you up, and then I'm going to make you a hot tea." Concern sank in as he saw the fearful look in Katsumi's eyes and the way he shook like a scared animal.

"We can't let anyone know about this, especially them. If they find out, they'll do more than just ring your doorbell too many times."

So many questions were running through his mind. Why did he have to get involved? Why he couldn't he have let Michael deal with the man? Why?

[witchaotics]

@grievousomen

The autumn air was crisp and cool, fallen leaves surrounded the streets and they crunched beneath the weight of Morgan’s dress shoes. He had agreed to meet Katsumi at a quaint coffee shop tucked away in the corners of the cobblestoned village.

The doorbell dinged as he entered the shop. He ordered himself a rather large earl grey tea with steamed milk and sweetener before taking a seat. It was a quite place to spend time reading and people watching.

Katsumi hadn’t exactly arrived yet so Morgan took a novel off the shelf in the seating area and began reading. Minutes went by as he got lost in the pages and when he heard Katsumi address him, not once, not twice but thrice he snapped out of his focused state and closed the book with a bashful smile.

“I apologize, I was not intending to ignore you. When I am reading I become entranced and the whole world disappears.” Thankfully his tea hadn’t gone cold yet. He ushered Katsumi to take a seat before taking a sip. “Have you been here before?”

[hellisheir]

Michael flicked his zippo and lit his cigarette. He took a long drag and exhaled a long puff of smoke. "What's this I hear about you wanting to suck my dick?"

@grievousomen

[witchaotics]

When was the last time you actually got some rest? (lack of sleep starters)

He side-eyed Katsumi, knowing he was as much of a night owl as Morgan, if not more. "That is an interesting concern coming from the likes of you." A mere gentle jab and nothing more.

"If you must know, it has been two nights already. So far the usual remedies are not helping." A slight frown creased his lips. "You wouldn't happen to have a solution, would you?"