#rvncible

[arch-partghoul]

@rvncible​‘s  jihyun     /     “  i don’t actually enjoy killing.  it’s messy.  the blood gets everywhere.  it’s just necessary sometimes.  ”

          killing  has  only  ever  been  a  necessity  for  cherry  ,  plain  and  simple.  the  adrenaline  lasts  for  just  a  few  minutes  ,  but  after  that  it’s  the  deafening  silence  of  nothingness.  it’s  the  nothingness  that’s  more  jarring  than  everything  else.  no  breathing  ,  no  heartbeat.  and  then  the  mess  ,  oh  god  the  mess.  he  spends  hours  in  the  bathroom  thinking  he’ll  get  clean  if  he  continues  to  rub  his  skin  raw  ,  but  he  never  makes  progress.  there’s  a  plague  in  his  mind  that  eats  him  alive  faster  than  he  can  feed  on  others.  

          “     it’s  just  the  mess  that  turns  you  off  from  ki—  from  it     ?     ”     a  frown  mars  his  face  ,  one  that’s  been  seeming  more  permanent  with  every  day  that  passes  just  like  this.     “     what  about     —     you  don’t  feel  guilt     ?     the  pain  of  ending  another  person’s...     ”     he  trails  off  like  it’s  too  difficult  to  even  think  of  the  words  to  be  used.     “     i  don’t  like  the  blood  either.     ”     he  just  does  what’s  needed  to  survive.

[intothevcid]

“ look, you may not be in the right shape of mind to make that type decision, but i am, and i'm telling you, in about five minutes, this whole place is going to be swarmed by heavily armed soldiers ordered to kill us, willing to take a bullet to see it through so unless you want me to throw you over my shoulders like a rag doll, i suggest you get up off your ass and start moving. “ - Rin at Ryker, here's a change of pace lmaoooo

Ryker was frozen in place. He never in his wildest dreams thought that he would ever end up in a situation like this. What had gone wrong? How did he get here? Growing up in a middle class, average family definitely did not prepare him for something like this, some might even go as far to say the boy was sheltered, ignorant to what kind of atrocities happen in the real world every single day.

He knows that he's in danger, and that he should really get his ass up and moving, he does know this in the very back of his mind, but his body was completely frozen in shock. The other's words went right in one ear and out the other, only capable of staring up at him with large eyes. "...." He opens his mouth to speak but no words come out, his mind racing at a million miles per hour and yet completely blank at the same time. Kill. Kill. Kill. His mind gets caught up on that one word and it strikes fear down into his very core, causing the boy to frantically shake his head and curl in on himself even more, trying to make himself as small as possible.

This was it, this was how he was going to die. His eyes meet the other boys again and all he can do is plead for him to go, to get out of there and save himself, not wanting his own fear and stupidity to cause harm to Rin. "I- I.. I c-can't... I.. go. Go." The words tumble out haphazardly, barely audible through the constrains of his throat.

[intothevcid]

continued from here! for @rvncible​

          Ryker wasn’t afraid to admit that maybe he was a little bit confused as to why it was even a secret at all that he was going to be staying the night, especially since the other had insisted that he did. He tried to convince the other that he was fine to take himself home, that it wasn’t too far but he’d been combatted with chastising about how it was too, the weather was getting bad and he had too many drinks. Not true, he only had a few. But for someone of his stature, tall and thin and lanky, combined with the fact that he hardy ever consumed alcohol, it was safe to say that Ryker was more tipsy than he would let on. 

          He hadn’t really thought much about it at first, just happy to have somewhere to lay down and rest his head, that was until he felt the others body press against his side. It was just their arms touching, really, but Rin was so close, it felt like he was basically on top of him. Swallowing nervously, Ryker tries to focus on anything else, like the way his feet just barely hung off the end of the bed. That didn’t work, because every time the other breathed out, it sent a shiver down his own body, too hyperaware of their proximity. 

          It wasn’t that he disliked it, though. Ryker wasn’t used to being close to other people like this, but it was something he had always craved; intimacy. Even if this wasn’t exactly it, he didn’t mind. “U-uh, no! No, it’s okay..” Blurts out quickly, and suddenly the room is a few degrees too hot. “I don’t... mind, as long as you don’t. It’s... warm.” Chews on his lip, hoping he didn’t sound like a complete fool, screwing his eyes shut tight as if that would make things any better.

[vanguardlost]

⇢ Tiresome.  The  world  had  grown  heavy  long  ago,  and  all  that  NIX  had  known  was  engulfed  in  the  haze  that  went  with  it.  Simplicity  was  gone,  and  nothing  remained  as  it  seemed.  They’d  been  let  down,  lied  to,  BETRAYED  too  many  times,  and  they  were  done  just  watching  it  happen.

                             Not  when  it  always  ended  in  such  bloodshed.

         ⇢ ❝  Were  you  expecting  me  to  be  honest?  ❞  Foggy  eyes  rose  to  gaze  upon  the  man  from  under  heavy  eyelashes,  a  silent  study  of  his  being,  and  a  constant  attempt  to  gauge  exactly  where  he  stood.  This  was  just  the  type  of  person  NIX  hated  having  to  know  ;  the  type  that  would  so  obviously  flip  alliances  at  any  given  moment.  They  didn’t  trust  him  as  far  as  they  could  spit,  but  hell,  it  was  better  to  keep  him  close  than  to  cut  him  free.

         ⇢ They  moved  out  from  around  the  café  bar,  a  fluid  motion  with  knowingly  mesmerizing  hips  rocking  beneath  each  step,  a  game  they’d  played  a  thousand  times  before,  and  one  they’d  surely  play  again.  They  lost  the  structure  separating  them,  the  symbolic  hierarchy  of  standing  behind  the  counter,  and  turned  to  him  now  with  equal  footing.  A  sly  smile  spread  across  their  lips,  eyes  still  lidded  in  a  tired,  relaxed  way.  It  was  obvious  there  was  no  concern  here.

         ⇢ ❝  Surely  you  couldn’t  have  expected  me  to  tell  you  everything,  not  when  I  know  you’re  holding  so  many  secrets  as  well.  ❞  The  grin  spread  wider,  a  sick,  almost  egregiously  amused  look.  ❝  So  tell  me,  what  exactly  is  your  organization  planning  here?  They’re  not  locking  into  my  district,  are  they?  ❞

Hyeok is well aware of the chaos going around. Self-proclaimed villains scurrying the streets to fight against those believed to be heroes. 

This district is another story. 

The fear of demons, or so they are called by the public runs high. Creatures that eat humans, though he has been spared the details. Hyeok isn’t aware of how frequently they need to eat. How much it needs to be and if at all it were possible to drink blood instead. 

“Well now, you’ve known me long enough.” His voice drums in the small coffee shop, a note you just can’t miss. A sickly grin sits heavy on his lips when their eyes meet. Ah, such a pretty face. Such sweet lips. She speaks of trust and his mind sits elsewhere. There is a level of calmness they bring sweeping around the corner edge of the bar to meet at a equal place. Surely not the first time, nor the last. Not a smidge of concern on that pretty face! 

Hyeok uses a leg to kick the seat beside him toward the shop owner, a subtle way of offering them a seat. “Speak up then. What do you want to know from me? I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” That disgusting grin again shows, “Of course not! Come now, Nix. You know we have no issues with your little ... organization here. In fact, if anything we could make a great team.” 

@rvncible​