#sanks

[honkygay]

Jon and Oliver sharing a blunt as if they don’t wanna kiss the shit out of eachother… like true homies do.

[prime-tiktoks]

[writeanapocalae]

Prince of Marks Excerpt 8

The boy didn't even know. He didn't know what to look for. He was walking briskly though, the way most did when they felt like they were being followed but had no proof of it.

The creatures were growing bolder, coming out of the shadows, altering their paths, contacting one another. They knew he was of money of some sort. They knew that they would do well to work together, even though it would mean less payment for them. It didn't make sense to Sanks. This was a human child, with a dagger, yes, but no idea how to use it properly. He wasn't enough of a threat for more than one. They must have known something that he, invariably, did not.

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[youfitinmypoem]

@ taylor please take one for the team and invite at least one of us dumb bitches

[writeanapocalae]

Prince of Marks Part 26

Crinoran shrugged, "They're the enemy according to my father. He says their cannibals and monsters, trying to destroy the world. That's why he's waging this secret war against them, kill them all off before they kill us."

"That's what your father thinks, what about you?"

Crinoran sighed and looked at the ceiling with his eyes only. "I don't know, really. There are fiends on both sides. I'd say I don't believe in monsters if I hadn't seen them with my own two eyes."

That was promising. Crinoran was already halfway there.

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[writeanapocalae]

Prince of Marks Excerpt 7

The boy had a few minutes of a head start on Sanks but he wasn't too hard to find. Even through the light drizzle and distance, Sanks could smell him. Soap wasn't a rarity but the herbs that the boy's soap was infused with were. Only a few blocks separated them.

The only light came from the pale half full moon, a blessing to be sure because the boy would be dead if the moon was full, and the candles from within the buildings. It meant that there were a lot of shadows, and they were darker in Theat than other places. Many liked to travel from shadow to shadow, keep themselves hidden, but for now they belonged to Sanks. He left his humanoid form like a heavy blanket and spread, darkness mingling with darkness. He was so much freer like this and he could move unmolested, faster, than he could with feet.

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[writeanapocalae]

Prince of Marks Part 23

"I have to, your royal highness," he sighed.

The boy turned on him, red in his cheeks and ears. He hit the nightstand with a fist, clutching the jacket tightly in the other. His eyes had hardened and he glared. There was a lot of anger in him, just under the surface, a monster that he was trying to control, hidden away.

"Don't call me that!" he ordered, "I'm not your highness! I'm nothing special! I'm just another human!"

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[writeanapocalae]

Prince of Marks Part 31

Sanks pulled up his hood and headed towards the door. "Get yourself ready, I'll be back in an hour to fetch you and we'll get you back home."

"Please," Crin said, his head hung low and his knees pulled up to his chest. He sounded so desperate, for anything, any different path in his fate. "Is there no where else I can go? No other options for me?"

"There is pain in facing consequences, in taking responsibility. You may not want to go home but here is a secret for you: none of us ever want to."

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