Dec 27, 2017
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“Max,” She had to take a moment, her expression one of surprise. “It’s been a while... Where have you been?”
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“Max,” She had to take a moment, her expression one of surprise. “It’s been a while... Where have you been?”
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Silver? Liquid silver? Even if the movies over exaggerated the effect that silver had on werewolves, this was a serious threat. Something he had never had to contend with before. This wasn’t a movie. This was very real and the pain was stunningly awful. Almost paralyzingly so in this case. He wanted it to go away, to just stop. How could she get it to stop? If this stuff was in his blood, wouldn’t it end up killing him? Max didn’t want to die. Regardless of the past he had, he was a changed man. He had a life; his son, his reason for living. Was he supposed to leave the young boy along by dying like this, like a dog in the middle of an alley? No doubt his discretions had come back to haunt him, but the only thing on his mind now was his son, his little boy.
There were near tears in his eyes from the physical pain as well as the mental anguish he was experiencing. Willing himself to live right now was a tall task. The man groaned in pain as she lift him up and was barely able to help as she seemingly dragged him along. It was like he was gliding, unable to get his feet down long enough for stumbled steps. In all honestly, he would of been better off slung over her shoulder like a rag doll. That’s how useless he was. Despite her attempt to keep him quiet, the groans grew louder as the pain intensified. With each pump of his heart, the liquid was able to travel farther and farther.
Finding himself on the couch, the man was shaking now, almost uncontrollably. Anything to stop the pain, that’s what he wanted. A bullet to the temple was the fastest way though it left obvious repercussions. It was to the point that he was struggling to get air through his lungs to sustain any chance of survival. Fingers gripped onto the couch around him, digging in while agonizing screams filled the room. If it didn’t stop hurting soon, he would resort to drastic measures to make it stop.
Selene disappeared almost instantly once she’d placed him on the sofa and shot through into her kitchen as quickly as she could. Not a thought was given to the fact she was helping her enemy species - she only focused on the fact she had to get him stable before he passed out or worse.
She searched her kitchen desperately and eventually returned to the man’s side where she dropped all of her supplies. A bottle of water, half a bottle of vodka, tissue and dish towels. She righted them all, scanned them, and then her hands were suddenly on his arm and she pushed him onto his side. Tugging his shirt up and away, she grabbed the one dish towel with her free hand and used her forearm to hold him in that position; fumbling to lay the towel behind his back, she soon settled for it being crumpled and lop-sided and her hand disappeared down to the floor again. Using her teeth she opened the bottle of water and began hastily dousing his wound with the fluid, ensuring to clean out any remaining silver in the wound. It’d hurt him for a while longer, but he’d been lucky that the majority of the bullet’s contents had seeped down his back rather than into his veins. “Try to relax,” Finally she spoke again, and when she did she allowed herself to take a few deep breaths to try and soothe herself; she was panicking, to say the least, and was begging for her methods to work. Hell, if he passed out now, it’d be better for the both of them. His wound definitely needed stitches. She grabbed the bottle of alcohol, opened it, again, with her teeth and then took a small breath, “This is going to hurt,” And she moved the bottle forwards, letting the liquid fall from the opening and splash into and around his wound.
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" i didn't realize i was wearing a look that said i have time to deal with your shit. " seriously. she doesn't have time for anyone who isn't bleeding out on her carpet. even then, her patience is thin.
Max and Remy.
Who is louder?
"Did the bed seriously break?""At least the neighbors won't complain about the creaking anymore?"
Who is more experimental?
"Just so you know, Taub was wrong about me bringing friends over. If you don't mind, this is Lydia, and that's Genelle.”
Who takes more risks?
"Jesus Max! My dad is sitting across the table and you want to do this right now?"
Do they fuck or make love?
Fuck, I'd say. Make love on occasions.
Lights on or off?
"Might as well keep the blinds open too, if we're keeping the lights on.""We should."
Who is more likely to be caught masturbating?
"Really, Max? You couldn't at least send me a picture?"
Who comes first?
Probably Remy.
Who is better at oral and who prefers it?
Remy prefers recieving, and giving.
Who is more submissive?
They're both equally dominant, which is why sexy time is usually extra sexy.
Who usually initiates things?
"Wake up, go brush your teeth little boy, I wanna play."
Who is more sensitive?
Remy. Hands down.
[3:57:35 AM] Max. : Destiny is amazing and I want to fuck her? [4:24:46 AM] Max. : Holy fuck I'm laughing so hard. These druggies must think they're tripping balls. [4:29:17 AM] Max. : IS THAT LEETHA [5:11:14 AM] Max. : "Relax, were cousins" omfg [5:11:31 AM] Max. : I love destiny so much [5:28:51 AM] Max. : Varfulf lives. Ew. But Shelly!!! [5:34:04 AM] Max. : Shelly split that bitches face in half. Shit. [5:41:42 AM] Max. : Peter needs to get rid of that stache though [6:12:31 AM] Max. : Holy shit she killed Marie. Holy fuck. [6:13:03 AM] Max. : Did not expect that at all and let out a loud oh shit throughout my room
'Hey, come watch this show.' I said. B]