#i'm? screaming

[rosewaterbaptism]

i just noticed that in hades’ promo video, he’s throwing coins, and in eurydice’s promo video, she’s reaching out her hands to catch them

[ofcbenjis]

starter for @augustuspowell

the bed linen was scratchy underneath benji’s palms, yet he did not move from his position. his cull would be here any time and benji had to look ready and willing. he did not mind the work so much, but it seemed as if his culls were getting more and more demanding. or perhaps benji was not as willing or obedient anymore. nonetheless, he knew that he just had to get through whoever came through the door, then he could go home. 

the man who walked in was tall in stature and he a kind face. for a moment, benji thought perhaps augustus had sent him a gift- someone nice and gentle. but he could not have been more wrong. mr. gilbert, it seems, was an angry man who liked to crush people under his fingers. benji could take all sorts of abuse without so much as saying a word. the various bruises, cuts, and scars all over his body said as much. 

it started off like any other rough cull, with benji in pain yet still giving in to it. it seemed like all he did was give and give and give. while everyone else took and stole and forced. there was a moment when mr. gibert’s large hands were around benji’s thin neck, squeezing the life out of him bit...by bit...breath...by breath. benji’s vision began to fade in and out but that didn’t stop the man. he quickly came to the realization that...he would never stop. no man like this would ever stop. augustus would never stop. who cared if benji lived or died anyway? normally, benji would shrug this off, as he didn’t particularly care about life or death. but this time it was different. 

how dare he. how fucking dare he touch him like this. who gave him the right? what? because he paid a pretty penny? mr. gilbert stuck his fingers down benji’s throat and he couldn’t breath. sharp nails scratched benji’s mouth and his eyes watered. he couldn’t even cry out if he wanted to. 

something came over him then. a deep, dark anger rose from his chest. watery eyes narrowed at the man on top of him. he would lose consciousness if this beast continued so benji did the only thing he could thing of. he brought his teeth down on the man’s fingers as hard as he could. benji could hear the man holler and try to pull his fingers out of benji’s mouth but he didn’t relent. if mr. gilbert wanted his fingers down benji’s throat so bad, he wouldn’t stop until he swallowed them. 

benji glared up at the man and continued biting down. he felt like an animal tearing the flesh of its kill. he could feel the warm, metallic liquid fill his mouth and run down his chin, staining his clothes and the bed sheets below him. mr. gilbert would never touch him again. benji would be sure of it. 

mr. gilbert, now how to follow benji’s whims. using all his strength, benji forced the other man to flip over so that benji was now straddling him. the man tried everything he could to get benji to release his grip, including pulling at benji’s blonde curls and scratching at his has face. the harlot didn’t seem to register any of that, too focused on hurting the man who was so desperate to hurt him.