#pxranoixc

[fcngs-blog]

     --- CONTINUED .

     “ I’m sorry-- I tend to ramble, I know. Ah-- I must be a little buzzed.      Sorry, again. “

Hesitation; embarrassment-- an excuse and a glance towards her glass. Her client wasn’t here and yet the place was to close-- she sucks in a breath to gather her courage.

     “ My.. friend is supposed to meet me here. Would it be alright if-- if I        could stay a little longer? I could help you clean up, or... “

[undxxd-blog]

@pxranoixc

                  ❛  i’m hungry.  ❜ she’d direct it toward the stranger beside her, that silent voice she calls her own croaking up a childlike laughter, her expression DEAD, hiding any emotion she may of been feeling at that very moment, a single digit reached toward her sunglasses, tipping them down the slightest - allowing her peepers to meet their’s  ❛  …i haven’t had lunch, i kind of had no choice but to skip it.  ❜ human food just wont fit well and there was no flesh at home, it’s not her fault she had to go hungry.

[shxdow-blog]

-- From the way his wrists are linked by handcuffs, this situation just screamed B-A-D all over it. "Come here." He motions for the shorter male to creep closer. He doesn't want to step forward. He can't move his hands either. The cops are looking for him. Love him before he goes.

      “So you’re...”

Of course he knew this would’ve happened sooner or later, regardless of whether Alex had intended it or not. His eyes are fixed on the ground as he closes the distance between them as he tries to think of something to say.

      “You... have to go somewhere for a while, don’t       you? Or is it forever this time...”

He can’t help but sound bitter, really. But despite that, he wraps his arms around the other, probably about to feel this warmth for the very last time.

[poiised-blog]

&& pxranoixc:

continued from x.

        — This was common from her. It makes him wonder : was being her sex toy all he was good for? From the many dinners he made for her, the protection of hunters, the many nights he stayed up so she’d feel fine—? A welled up feeling pushes up his throat, and tastes like the rotten hunter he ate a few moments ago.

—— He keeps himself under composure of course, managing to burn the resentment down in the acids of his stomach. ❝—Fine.❞

                                            —— ❝—Just make it quick.❞

KERA’S lust was boiling over the rim. She was in heat, no doubt, but she had become increasingly more HUNGRY for him each time he got close enough. She was tearing apart, just standing next to him; all she had to do is pull him down to reach his lips & he’d be hers; the thought alone made areas best left unsaid twist in anticipation. It was a gravitational pull that she had towards him ( a HELLISH one, at that. ) The lycan would even admit that, perhaps, she’d begun to believe that something as mythical FATE had put them there together; maybe love was possible.

BUT she knew better; decisions that were made in heat were never good ones.

&, as she very well knew, anything that wasn’t a solid ❛ yes, ❜ was most definitely no. Kera wouldn’t lay a finger onto his body until he gave her that permission. If he didn’t want her, then that was fine. She’d find another way to CONTROL her issue; Kera could find another boy to DEVOUR. Though her fingers were curling into fists & her nails dug into her palms, ready to scratch & tear at him as she ravaged him in the heat of sex, she couldn’t touch him now. She wouldn’t. ❝I can’t.

❝You know I can’t, Alex. I need a yes. If you don’t want to, then don’t. But if you want to & you’re ready, then, for god’s sake, what are we standing here for? I’m so tired of WAITING; I’m not a very patient person. I want to FUCK & I need it now. But a ❛ fine ❜ will not suffice. You know how we do this. You know how this works. The quickest you’ll get is a few hours, but please, if you don’t want to do it, then say so. Don’t avoid the answer.❞

[astralvoiid]

* pxranoixc *

whilst she tries her best to stifle cough , she can’t hold it back any longer thus she goes into a fit of coughing. face brimming with red hues she looks to the other with watering eyes , as she tries to speak betwixt the coughs ,  ❛     ——— i - i , sorry.    ❜ intonation meek && unruly.

[poiised-blog]

&& pxranoixc:

countinued from x.

         — Well, well. Look who showed up to the party.

—- ❝—–Hey, you. Haven’t seen you in awhile. What’s been keeping you—-?❞ Friendly

chat.

EYES flash instantly, her head snapping up once the voice reached her ears. Of course, she simply only came to exert herself, but, as he would put it, fate had other plans. Very EROTIC ones, saying neither of them had much left to lose b in the sense of clothing. )

❝Nothing. You know where I am-- you know where I live. You’re the wrong person to be asking that question.❞

[ofscldiers]

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            —- It’s the sad boy, the boy that comes for coffee and cakes and sat and

daydreamed. Why was he out this late in the night—? The bubble of concern pops in

his bloody mouth, opening it to speak, but regretting it once blood drizzles down his

chin in fat rivers.

   —- Alex sits there in a quiet mess. His shirt is ruined, his right eye is swollen, purple

and black. He’s sure there are a few fractured ribs, and a few of his teeth are gone.

❝—-I-It’s l-late—…❞ He says, avoiding the question. He wipes away the red from his

chin, sniffling slightly.  ❝—–Y-You shouldn’t be o-out here so l-late. ❞

it’s not terribly uncommon for him to walk at night when he can’t sleep.  however, it’s odd that he ever runs into someone, someone he knows.  ‘......i could say the same to you.’  the words are spoken quietly as he sits beside the other, hazel eyes full of concern.  ‘....what happened?’  the question is soft, and he won’t pressure an answer out of him.  however, he can’t suppress the itching desire to patch him up, and instead curls his hands in the fabric of his jeans, gaze rising towards the sky.

[brckenhearted-blog]

        — Blinks lightly, a shaky hand reaching up to run through his messy, tangled hair.

 —- “—-I-It’s it r-really that b-bad–?” A soft mumble. He never really keeps up with the oily

mess. The dull, red highlight in his bangs is ages old—he’s still not gotten around to

redoing it. “—G-Gee–….”

okay, so maybe that was a bit harsh.  but he was a mess.  ‘sit down.  your hair looks like you haven’t brushed it in months.’  she sighs, digging through her bag for a hairbrush.  sighing, she shakes her head, adopting a more gentle tone.  truthfully, he’d looked sad, and she wanted to try and help.  ‘i don’t bite, promise.’