let them bleed ✘

"Please, don't do this." "Are we really doing this?"

"Please don’t do this."

"No, you know what? Fuck you! I’ve heard that a million fucking times, Isaiah, and I’m not buying the fucking act anymore." Anger dripped from every pore on Andy’s body, but more so than the anger, there was hurt. Each time he looked down at the burning, black streaks on his arm, it grew, settling itself in the pit of his stomach. Raising his arm where Isaiah could see, he grit his teeth, fighting back a snarl. "I can’t do this anymore. I’m done, Isaiah. I’m fucking done pretending like this is ever going to stop!”

"Are we really doing this?"

[To offset the sad.]

"What, are you chickening out now?" There was a broad grin spread across Andy’s face as his blue eyes scanned the beautiful sight before them. It was nearly sundown now, the sky painted with breathtaking pinks and oranges that reflected off of the water some thirty feet below them. They’d stumbled across the pool of water on a hike and discovered the cliff, perfectly placed, a short time later. Now, perched out over the edge, he watched the waterfall with a smirk, running his fingertips along Isaiah’s lower stomach. "I’m gonna hold your hand the whole way down. Scout’s honor."

To say there weren’t tears in Andy’s eyes would have been a blatant lie, but that didn’t stop the fury that was burning under his skin. This was becoming a weekly occurrence, sometimes more than once at a stretch. “What the fuck am I supposed to do, Isaiah!?” He shot back, his voice cracking. He was backing towards the door now, trying to escape before his anxiety took a stranglehold on him. He could already feel the onset in his chest, lungs tight and heart hammering. “Am I just supposed to wait around until, one day, I say the wrong thing and you lash out and fucking kill me?”

When Isaiah leaned back against him, Andy flashed a comforting smile and gave his hand a tight squeeze. His neck craned, lips pressing to the the damp, raven locks atop Isaiah’s head. “You’ll be okay,” he promised, delivering another kiss and letting his lips spread into a grin. “It’ll be awesome. I swear.” Pulling back, he kept a tight hold on his fiance’s hand and took a few steps back, poised and ready to run to the edge. As he did, he pulled him back with him. “Alright, ready? On three.”

On three.

Even the soft pair of lips against the top of his head weren't reassuring him, but Isaiah held his hand anyway, as tightly as possible. Once Andy positioned himself, he did the same, letting out a heavy sigh as if to clear the negativity from behind. By far, this was the craziest thing he'd ever done, and even if he couldn't think of anyone he'd rather share the experience with, he was about ready to run back down and forget the idea all together. "On three," he agreed.

One.

Two.

"--Three!"

Isaiah called out the number just before finally gaining the momentum to run off the cliff, Andy's hand still tightly locked within his own. In his mind, a slew of swears ran wild, but all that came from his mouth was a yell in a mixture of excitement and fear as the two crashed into the choppy waters below. For some time, the current kept him and Andy under, and then just as quickly, it seemed to spit them out. Isaiah was laughing through heavy gasps for air when he came up, splashing around to regain his hold on Andy so he could swim.

"Holy fuck, that was nuts!"

#miseretdivinaex

estantichristus-deactivated2014

[text] I think I’m officially a homewrecker because his wife just walked in screaming and he said it’s not what it looks like. I mean what else could it look like? I wasn't trimming his hairs with my mouth?!

[text] LOL. MAN TMI DUDE.

[text] If you’re gonna go the homewrecker route, at least don’t do it in the person’s house!

[text] Nooooooo. I’m not.

[text] — The bottle of liquor sitting between my legs is just conveniently placed there, I swear to Satan.

[text] BUT WELL I MEAN. I didn’t mean it like he USED to be hot, I meant he used to be her husband, so he’s mine now~ (I think.) AND he was packing some meat, if y’know what I mean. (wink wink)

[text] Haha omg, you're a pig you know that?

[text] Lemme know if he decides to keep in touch after all that. Where are ya?

#estanchristus

kennedyhqs

"You know, you keep doing

that thing. That thing where

you open your mouth, and

sound comes out. Yeah,

you need to stop that.”

You’re so kind, Loli.

"You’re ruining our time

together like that.”

He folded his arms stubbornly, leaning back on the wall with furrowed brows. Hadn't she invited him there? And now she was complaining about his attempt at making conversation? It was a failed attempt, he would allow, but it was all he had. While in videos, Isaiah appeared like any other vlogger -- wild, random and near batshit crazy -- he was actually rather shy. In the face of an actual person, he rarely knew what to do with himself. "'Ey, I can go if that's what you want. No need to be an ass about it."

#ffsbxtches

The demon's smirk grew wider. “Tell me, Isaiah. Tell me you want me to stop.” He purred against his flesh, letting nimble fingers slip into the waist of Isaiah’s jeans. Plush lips planted dozens of kisses along the span of his neck, nipping gently at the skin leaving purple marks in his path. Samael let a low growl escape him as he delved further into the boy’s pants. And with his free hand, he dug into his hip. “I can hear your heart…”

Isaiah let out a sharp breath, his eyes fluttering shut, body squirming in Samael's grasp. I want you to stop. Five simple words that would normally flow so easily from his lips, yet in the hands of the demon leaving purple speckles across his neck, he couldn't even think of choking them out. Was it that he didn't want him to stop? A strange mixture of curiosity and anger was building up inside him as he rested his hands on the other's arms, tilting his head a bit as if to give him more room.

"But I don't want you to stop..." he admitted. "In case my heart didn't tell ya' that. I don't want you to go away."

#sonofthemorning

eternxlrevenge

"Do you really think asking a stranger such as myself is in your best interest?" Anita raised a brow, curiosity in her cool pale, dead but gleaming blue eyes.

"Probably not, but 'ey, it was worth a shot." Isaiah's eyes flickered upward, a grin spreading across his cheeks. "Is that a no, then?"

#eternxlrevenge

silverxandxarchive-blog

"Didn’t anyone tell you about getting rides from strangers?" Dexter asked, leaning against the door of his car. "There are also lots of places better than Jack in the Box to get a meal."

#indie rp #indie roleplay #supernatural rp #independent rp #open rp #open starter #open roleplay #andy biersack rp

"They did, but I'm not the best listener. I'm that one little yappy-ass dog who's impossible to train, you know?" Isaiah cracked a grin, folding his arms. "Yeah, but a lot of other places also still have drive-thrus. I'm guessin' you're not gonna help me out?"

#silverxandxcold

"I’m having a problem. I wanna go through the drive-thru at Jack in the Box ‘cause the lobby’s closed, but I have no car. Can you help me out? I got cash."

So, how much did you miss me?

"Better question—how much do you miss me?”

"Probably more than I could put into words."

Samael grinned and pressed a gentle kiss on Isaiah’s forehead. “Between you and me—I’m so happy you’re home.”

Isaiah shut his eyes for a moment, letting his arms slowly move around Samael's waist. "I'm happy too. I've never been homesick 'til you came along, y'know that?"

#sonofthemorning

venenum-x

"I missed you way too fuckin’ much, baby. C’mere. Let me hold you."

#miseretdivinaex #andybaby

Isaiah didn't skip a beat. Without question, and with open arms, he clung to Andy and buried his face into his shoulder, squeezing him tightly. "I missed you so much, Andy... heh."

So, how much did you miss me?

"Better question—how much do you miss me?”