#vexastre

[vindicain]

❛ you want me to shut him up for you? ❜ ✖ horror themed starters

it's exceedingly rare for him to get trapped in a conversation with another person. he considers himself a professional at unnerving others, a feature that has the added bonus of generally warding people off after only a few minutes of conversation with him. cain considers it a part of the basic instincts humans carried with them when they went from shuffling and hunched over to fully upright. something in them tells them that cain is wrong, a predator that doesn't fit into any of the boxes they file others into.

but this one - this stocky, sweaty man - simply isn't getting the hint. he's too far into cain's space, leaning forward every time cain tries to take a covert step back, gesticulating widely and sloshing liquor over the side of his glass with every new sentence. they're not even sure what he's talking about anymore, but the drag of his gaze down cain's front is painfully obvious, cain's lips curling in thinly-veiled disgust. they step back again, trying to create fleeting, rapidly disappearing space, accidentally bumping their shoulder into vexatious's chest - who is much closer than they remembered him being.

really, they'd been positive he was still across the room, studying grainy photos of sports teams from the local college.

“ i never took you for a romantic, ” cain murmurs out the side of his mouth, low enough for solely vexatious to hear. his head lolls to the side, black eyes bright below the fan of his lashes. “ if you'd like. i can be the damsel in distress for a minute or two. ”

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[vindicain]

❛ i’m not afraid of anything. not anymore. ❜ ✖ horror themed starters

“ everyone is afraid of something. ”

they want to roll their eyes. scoff, maybe, in the silence punctuated by the metallic snick of a blade being spun between their fingers. but the words i am only just barely starting to like you ring in their head, and cain thinks, patience. vexatious granted it to them despite their reservations; surely it wouldn't be too much of a stretch to offer the same favor.

“ i'm not going to use it against you, you know, ” he broaches carefully, like he's testing the exact pressure of a trap before it snaps shut on his fingers. they click their tongue off their teeth, leaning back until their shoulders touch the gnarled stump of a long felled oak. the knife is razor sharp when they press their fingertip to the point, tilting it until the moon reflects back at them. “ fear is only useful for the people i hunt. ” they peer at vexatious over the blunt edge of the blade, eyelids drawn to half-mast. “ and lucky for you, you haven't made that list. ” a quick, sharp smile, assessing his boundaries again. “ yet. ”

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[ingolds-archived]

how much skin is too much skin to show on our date tonight? 🌕 lots and lots of flirting

the second the question leaves them, theo is nervous. his back is turned to them, theo more focused on looping his tie into an intricate fold, and he knows — he knows — vex is asking for one of two reasons: he plans to slowly drive theo insane at dinner, or he plans to drive theo immediately insane now.

so he takes his time. he drapes the tie over itself, tucking it beneath the knot, and feeds it through the loop of fabric. theo smooths it out with careful fingers, inhaling deep through his nose in an effort to steel himself — and turns.

they’re not sure what kind of noise they make — just that they make one. vexatious’s pupils dilate, and one side of his mouth curls quick, sharp, like a razorblade. a sound that gives away exactly what he’s thinking, then. their shirt is unbuttoned straight down to their navel, an expanse of pale, smooth skin visible, and one of his chains drapes over their sternum, glittering gold. theo paces closer, steps measured and slow, a panther stalking prey; or, perhaps, a buck trying to outsmart the predator. they’re not sure if they’re predator or prey with him. once he’s close enough to touch, theo slips his hands into the open sides of vex’s shirt, palms on the cut of their waist and fingers splaying over his lower back. their head tilts, pale eyes meeting theo’s beneath paler eyelashes, and theo leans down to speak against their temple.

“ if you want us to get out the door and make it to our date at all, you’re going to have to show a lot less than this. ”

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[eccedentesian]

@vexastre ☺ con't from here (from like a million years ago)

THERE'S NOTHING UNINTENTIONAL about the way elmer positions himself between vex && the door, but his body language remains calm && open, no indication that he's making an effort to block their way, should they wish to pass him.

"well, see, it's simple," elmer offers, smiling cheerfully even at the sight of the axe in the other's hand. "i just don't think anyone should waste effort on something that won't make them happy. now, sometimes it can be hard to tell. emotions are a tricky thing to predict, i've found, so let me ask it another way: can you say, with one hundred percent certainty, that you'll be able to kill them with a smile on your face?"

he looks over his shoulder briefly, pressing his ear to the door. "if so, then i'd be willing to offer my assistance. you look like you've got it covered—" he indicates the weapon with an incline of his head, "but my friends say i'm excellent at distractions. or i can watch your back. whatever."

with apparent disinterest in the antsy agitation in vex's demeanor, elmer adds, "also, if you're wondering why i care, that's also simple, really. there are people who get pleasure out of hurting others. i've seen it with my own eyes, && i can't begrudge them the opportunity to be happy. but the ones whose acts or torture are cold && unfeeling... that's even worse than being regretful. if you're sad, then there's always a chance to change, && be happy instead, in the right circumstances. but people like that, they'll never be happy, so..." he shrugs. "there's nothing i can do to help them, even if i want to."

[kxllerblond]

i apologize for calling you at this hour.

❝ If you were sorry about it, you wouldn't have done it. ❞ there was no emotion behind the immediate retort over the line. It was spoken in that very plain, matter-of-fact manner he was prone to reply in and he said it as if he were merely echoing the phrase as it had been spoken to him before by someone else.

It was clear by the quickness of the answering that he had been awake, but his tone had the slightest of hoarseness to it, had a fatigue to it that conveyed a tiredness that went beyond his usual weary. Though he had been awake, it was evident that he had likely been so for too long now.

His sigh is audible through the receiver and when he speaks, there's a softer edge to it. ❝ Is something wrong? ❞ and a pause, perhaps a hesitant one. ❝ Are you OK? Where are you? Do you need me there? ❞

[kxllersmut]

[  BITE  ] ;  the sender bites the receiver somewhere on their body.  🕺🕺🕺🕺

Clark was very protective of his...well, everything. His walls in terms of physical and emotional intimacy were so high it couldn't even be considered comical. And yet, with Vex, anything and everything seemed allowed. 

The motive behind the set of teeth into the junction between his shoulder and neck was unknown to Clark and all the same, his reaction was admittedly embarrassing. Perhaps not even because of the biting itself but the fact he reacted before even understanding if it was meant to be hostile or not. A hissed curse had left his lips and a hand had moved back to grab at Vex's hip with something between a smile and a grimace on his face. 

❝-—I know it's not common to see me with so little on, but you really ought to warn a man before gnawing holes in him. ❞

[kxllersmut]

“  you look cute all frazzled like this.  ” 😶‍🌫️

Did he? His immediate want was to react with indignation because how much of his energy on the daily did he put into looking as composed and put together as possible? Here he was now in all his dazed and frazzled glory looking anything but composed. Instead, he scoffs. ❝ How about you kiss me again before I feel inclined to gather enough braincells for a smart retort? ❞

[demonstigma]

@vexastre || sc

"Vex, why is the building behind you on fire? What did I say about staying out of trouble? Are you....hurt in any way?"