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To Grow, Mature, and be Raped by Demons {Christian_Day &Fate | The demon backhands eloise as she masturbates, her fingers slipping into her soaked hole. The grunts of pleasure, mix with a scream, more from surprise than pain. It takes Tanya by her fine blonde hair.....and throws her down on top of the other slayer. Forcing the girls face to face, their breasts smashed into each other, pussies almost perfectly lined up."Stay whores" it orders them, mentally locking them into place. His green body glows, and starts to change. Its cock transmorgifies....splitting from one....to two...one over the other, and he lets out a grunt of effort mixed with a spike of pain."My human sluts are going to serve their Master...."Apollyon leans in behind both slayers, pushing them down, their faces intimately close, as it prepares to rape them both. |
To Grow, Mature, and be Raped by Demons {Christian_Day &Fate | Tanya collapsed on Eloise, breath leaving her with the collision. She could feel the smaller girl's breasts pressing against hers, the smallish body lining up. To taunt, Tanya rolled her hips over Eloise, knowing that somewhere deep in the girl's mind, she was recoiling from that. The whole situation just aroused Tanya further. Girl. Boy. Demon. It didn't matter to her, so long as it could give a good screw when the time came.She looked over her shoulder, watching as the demon's member became members. Her breathing came quicker, her body remembering what it had been like to be plundered by that. The hips moved slightly, nearly rubbing Eloise's. All from memory.when pushed down, Tanya looked into the eyes of the other girl. Lust, nearly blind lust, with little thought, looked back. The weaker willed girl probably couldn't even accept what was happening, let alone process it. They were pressed even closer then, intimately so. Smirking, Tanya ran her tongue over Eloise's cum laden lips, lapping up the substance. The other girl's mouth reflexively opened, sucking on the blonde's tongue as it entered. The liquid, slopping noise echoed for a moment, before Tanya exchanged another hot kiss with her fellow slayer. |
To Grow, Mature, and be Raped by Demons {Christian_Day &Fate | The demon's erect cocks swell with pride, power and lust...and he presses against the girls. Its twin cocks pushing them open, as it starts to rape them again. He grunts, as he feels their young wet holes spread.Suddenly a hard laugh erupts "eloise, you're a...." he stops and then slams into both girls hard burying into them all the way up. "....I mean, you WERE a virgin". The demon mounts both girls, his twin cocks slamming into them, his balls heavy with his demonic seed. "That's two good pussies", it claws dig into Tanya's firm ass, feeling her up as he pounds the girls relentlessly. |
To Grow, Mature, and be Raped by Demons {Christian_Day &Fate | Both girls moaned as they felt their holes spread. The noise was mostly trapped within their interlocked lips, nearly smothered and inaudible. Still, their movements made the feelings made clear.As the cock entered Tanya, the girl cried out in ecstasy. A "YES" ripped out of the girl's throat, and immediately her tight inner folds began to quiver and shake around the invader, sucking him in, drawing him, nearly milking him for the much desired seed. Her head flung back, the long blonde locks hitting her back, fanning out over her shoulder blades. The tight ass barely resisted the claws, and she nearly moaned again upon feeling them dig into her flesh.Eloise shouted, the cry sharp and loud, her own muscles tensing. She thrashed against Tanya, her head flailing from side to side as intelligible sounds left her lips. She proved tighter yet than her companion, the training and previously virgin entrance making things difficult. Fortunately, the intense arousal from the pheromones made things all the easier. |
To Grow, Mature, and be Raped by Demons {Christian_Day &Fate | It hammers both girls' pussies, its cock using and ripping pleasure from them as its pheromones work their minds over. It pushes Tanya's head back "down whore!" Eloise whimpers out a short 'no' as her first orgasm grips her...and then rips through her body, Apollyon's mocking laughter echoing in her head. The smell of pussy hangs in the air as the girls are used as a pair of holes. His hips rocking with supernatural strength against the controlled slayers."good whores" the demon grits out through its teeth, enjoying the humiliation and the power. Feeding off the slayer's powers feeling his own grown. His cocks actually expands in size, forcing the holes to S T R E T C H around him, enjoying defiling human pussy again. The demon puts its hand back on Tanya's ass...his symbol being 'branded' onto her now. |
To Grow, Mature, and be Raped by Demons {Christian_Day &Fate | Tanya followed orders, bowing her head. Her hair slid around her face, framing it and Eloise's. Both girls' faces continually contorted and moved with pleasure, intense, dark pleasure. the heady aroma of pheromones filled both, inflaming and exciting their bodies. Nipples ground against one another, hips quivered, internal walls moved around thick invaders. Tanya can feel the girl beneath her orgasming, and she nearly laughs in response.The supernatural rocking drives both girls, moving them back and forth, sliding and slipping over the cocks. When the members expanded, Tanya moaned aloud, her head nearly curving downward. Her inner walls gripped him tightly, the slopping noise filled. an orgasm, intense as ever, began to build within her loins, electrifying her body, exciting her. Little "yes's" left the girl's plump lips, verbal expressions of submission and arousal. She felt the mark entering her, and found she didn't care.the growth would prove nearly too much for little Eloise. The vigin's pussy surely couldn't hold such a massive invader. Without dark assistance, she would surely pass out. |
To Grow, Mature, and be Raped by Demons {Christian_Day &Fate | It feels eloise losing consciousness and it commands her to awaken, to prevent anything from dulling what he's forcing on her, and what he's ripped from her already. The demon grunts like he did earlier, and his cocks start forming an off shoot, and it starts aiming for the girl's ass....while not nearly as big as the 'main' cock it starts pushing their asses apart, using juice from their cunts as lubricants."An owned piece of ass...is just that...a human piece of ass..." and he feels their cunts and thier asses over him, raping them utterly enjoying the sensation. "Tanya whore...I know a slut like you enjoys being used" he laughs at Eloise "from now on, you'll only ever be able to enjoy rough, dehumanizing sex...you'll crave it like a bitch in heat from now now". The cock in the brunette starts to shoot jets of cum in her cunt, marking her on the inside. |
To Grow, Mature, and be Raped by Demons {Christian_Day &Fate | Tanya moaned as she felt the new member pushing into her ass. That hole hadn't gotten as much use as her pussy. Like the other hole, it was tight, and it would normally take more pressure to shove something like that inside. However, the pheromones drove them wild, and it seemed to relax those muscles as well. The already existing juices merely made the going easier.the sudden feeling of intense tightness rocketed Tanya over the edge. The girl screamed as an orgasm tore through her, ripping apart her senses and leaving nothing but lust in the trail. Her inner muscles contracted, squeezing hard against the cocks within her. Juices spread and leaked out of her pussy, dribbling down the embedded cock and pooling onto the girl beneath. Tanya's eyes rolled up at the feelings, her mouth open and slack, moans and noises of joy leaving her lips. the demon didn't slow either, and as she relaxed, her head going down, she felt herself still moving against him.Eloise moaned a she felt the cum shooting within her. The pheromones reacted with her own internal system. Add on the climaxing girl above her, and it proved too much for the prior virgin. she too came, and came hard upon the cocks impaling her. Her hands tore at Tanya, trying to grip onto something and failing, sliding over the sweat slickened flesh. When she subsided, it was with a coo. Her hips moved slowly, of their own accord, the girl obviously lost in a lust filled daze. |
To Grow, Mature, and be Raped by Demons {Christian_Day &Fate | Hard grunts left the demon's maw as it fucked the helpless girls, enjoying hearing them squeal and feeling them buck and grind for it. "good worthless whores" it tells them both, as it slimes Tanya's pussy with its sticky thick cum, its cock pulsing hard in her cunt expanding it to shoot its load deep in her womb.Its other cocks defiles their asses, enjoying the feelings of humiliation and subservience it gets from it more than the act itself, "Tanya, you'll be joining me tonight....eloise, you'll be left to spread the gospel of Apollyon." Its dark voice rumbles through the helpless girls. Finally its cocks pulse insides the girls' asses, sliming them completely.The demon speaks a majik spell...and a thick leather collar starts to materialize, studded with metal, spelling out Lord Apollyon on it. "this is for tanya whore..." the chain materializes in one hand while the collar materializes in another. |
To Grow, Mature, and be Raped by Demons {Christian_Day &Fate | The cum shot into her, filling her up and spilling out, down her legs. Pools of it began to form on Eloise, the smaller girl unaware or uncaring about such things. Tanya felt it, each jolt, each little bit. It felt as though it shot deep within her, so deep. The pheromones within made her tremble with lust as they began teasing and taunting her insides.then a second time it came. Her taut, tight ass was filled with demon cum, filled to overflowing. Again the seed spilled out of the girl, dripping down thickly onto eloise. It stained the tanned thighs, leaving white, shining streaks along the girls. More shot into Eloise as well. Even more pooled out of the smaller girl, puddles forming on the floor. When all was finished, Eloise and Tanya lay against one another, covered in sweat and cum, their bodies heaving, sucking in air. Eloise herself lay in a pool of sexual juices, the stench filling her.Tanya moved to allow Apollyon to attach the collar, willing to go wherever he led. She was his. |
To Grow, Mature, and be Raped by Demons {Christian_Day &Fate | The leather wrapped around Tanya's throat, as Eloise panted up helplessly laying in thick pool of demon cum and pussy juice.The leather encircled her throat, locking tight. At first it made breathing a bit difficult as it constricted around her throat, but then it somewhat relaxed. With the collar it marked Tanya from a slayer to an owned demon whore. Suddenly, the A on her forehead and on her ass were easily to be seen by all.The Demon pulled the naked girl to him, as he began to glow again, and this time they both vanished his powers growing with the subjugation of the slayers.The duo reappeared in his lair, the room was over the sealed hellmouth, chains marked the walls as well majik scorch marks. The only furniture in the great stone room was a throne, built from stone and bone, punctuated with skulls. He led the slayer by the chain, forcing her to follow behind him. He sat in his throne, and looked at the girl "kneel" pointing to his feet. |
To Grow, Mature, and be Raped by Demons {Christian_Day &Fate | Tanya nearly choked and gasped when it tightened around her neck. When the collar finally settled though, it had an odd, almost comforting weight to it. She could almost feel the symbol emblazoned on her forehead, and it nearly made her gleeful. To be marked so by such an obviously powerful demon. Oh, how delightful.The lair caught her by surprise, though she hid her reaction. Despite her position as a new slayer, Tanya hadn't seen much in the way of the supernatural. To her eyes, this looked quite dark and impressive, certainly befitting her master. she followed along.At kneel, she knelt, lowering her eyes to him. Head bowed, hair flowed about, and she simply waited for further commands from her new master. |
To Grow, Mature, and be Raped by Demons {Christian_Day &Fate | It stares down at the girl, and grins to itself. The girl is a pawn, a toy in his quest."Girl, " it rumbles, echoing in the chamber, "your ilk closed a seal of great power...and your ilk will help open it back up again. I am a tantric demon, I use and control sexual energy for my power over humans" and he waves a claw at the girl, and forces her deeply into heat ....again. Nipples start to get hard as her pussy creams itself. "We're going to lure your fellow slayers here to face me...and when they do, I'll use their powers against them, like I've down with you"He pulls the girl up between his legs, his massive member resting between her tits and against her face "now...you will masturbate so I can draw that power off of you" |
To Grow, Mature, and be Raped by Demons {Christian_Day &Fate | the heat washed over Tanya, and she felt a tiny orgasm pass through her body .It shudders, her lips part for a moment. The nipples harden again to diamond nubs, her body again craving his touch, wanting nothing more than sexual release. Dimly, she's aware that he's speaking of something, some plan involving the other slayers. But none of that mattered, for he was pressing his member against her again. Her parted lips automatically shifted toward it, only to pause when she heard the command.One hand goes to her breast, mashing it, moving it about. The girl moans, tilting her head back, eyes closed. The breast mashes against the massive cock. When Tanya moves her hand to push it up, the plump flesh brushes it, squeezing it. The girl moves her breast up, angling the nipple toward her mouth. Those hungry pink lips bend toward it. Her tongue extends, lightly flicking the tip of her nipple.Meanwhile her other hand has delved between her legs. She sticks a finger inside her, already squishing. It saws in and out of her body, teasing and taunting the lips. She takes her clit between her fingers, rolling it. More arching and quaking follows. |
To Grow, Mature, and be Raped by Demons {Christian_Day &Fate | The demon has his own shivers, feeding off the girl's forced sexuality. His powers reach out and take her's, as he's already taken her will and her person from her. He feels her tits move up and down his cock, feeling her hands driving her to another orgasm for it, but also knowing she won't be able to cum unless he allows it.The demon reaches out and fondles the girl's other breast, squeezing it in his massive paw. The rough skin abusing her, as she pleases him. His impling demons enjoy the show, and some splatter their own cum on her from afar watching their master abuse the human bitch in their presence.he commands her to cum for him, and then forces her to sleep....for now. |
To Grow, Mature, and be Raped by Demons {Christian_Day &Fate | The pleasure mounted and mounted. IT swelled within Tanya, making her pant, writhe, burn with desire. It swelled to unbelievable measures, and her body shuddered and twitched. She felt the cum of the smaller demons strike her, and with each contact, another little moan passed her plush, pink lips. Hands mashed her breasts, pulling at nipples, rolling them around the offered cock. The mounds moved and swelled. Rough skin scraped on, and Tanya moaned all the louder, dropping the hand to arch into her master's.Her other hand dove between her legs, feverishly flicking at herself. The clit was manhandled, shifted this way and that. she shuddered, arched her back, but didn't cum. A frustrated moan tore out of her, and she thrashed her head, chest heaving with great breasts. When at last she is ordered to cum, the orgasm descends upon her ,overwhelming her entirely. The forced sleep follows on the heels of exhaustion, and the girl collapsed into a heap at Apoyllon's feet. |
To Grow, Mature, and be Raped by Demons {Christian_Day &Fate | Apoyllon gathered his strength while he forced the slayerette to sleep. He drank of her forced sexuality and her powers.Red majikal energy gathered around him, using it to pry open a bit of the hellmouth, summoning forth additional lesser demon shock troops. Imps, Cerebuses, serpents all rose to serve him. However, his power was draining from just a small portal being ripped open, he knew he needed more power and he knew where to get it. His lesser imps abused Tanya's body while she slept, feeling her up, raping her, and abusing their human cunt.The demon drank the tantric power, even as hollow as that was, helping to refuel his own abilities. |
To Grow, Mature, and be Raped by Demons {Christian_Day &Fate | While the demons played, the slayerette slumbered. She was dimly aware of what happened to her. That something played with her fine form while she slept. That much smaller cocks penetrated her. That someone toyed with those firm breasts. That she herself came once or twice. But for Tanya, it was all something like an intense dream, one filled with vague emotions, great pleasure, and the scent of Apollyon's aphrodisiac. Somewhere, deep inside the recesses of the girl's mind, Tanya was dimly aware and disgusted by what hapepned.Eventually though, she would awaken, oddly refreshed, though most likely drenched in the offings of many demon lings. |
To Grow, Mature, and be Raped by Demons {Christian_Day &Fate | The demon would awaken as well....during the day he would defile the girl's body and mind, using her for his own perverse pleasure. Fondling her, marking her, raping her body. His defilement of her fed his own powers, making him stronger and harder to resist...or so he thought.At night, his minions would go out and visit havoc on the town, leaving subtle clues behind to where his location was. Trying to make the slayerettes think they were being clever to find him, and not falling into a trap. His demon 'shock troops', the imps would reveal his name, and a vague notion of the hellmouth, but he kept the most insidious demons in his lair, forcing Tanya to fuck them for his own amusement. |
To Grow, Mature, and be Raped by Demons {Christian_Day &Fate | The cycle continued for Tanya. The girl no longer really understood the passage of time. Nor did her body truly function as it should. She was taken at regular intervals, fed sparingly, and slept between takings. The demons all began to run together, becoming something of an amorphous blob for the girl. The only one that ever truly stood out from the pack was Apollyon, and then only because of what he did to Tanya's mind and body. Usually she'd be lucky to reach a single orgasm during an intensive session. With Apollyon, she was lucky to not pass out from cumming.Still, the monotony made it easier for Tanya to focus within herself. To gather a small bit of her thoughts, her cognitive mind, and lock it away. This stayed in the back, constantly reminding Tanya that she was, in fact, Tanya the slayerette. She was not whatever foul thing the demons called her. She was not merely a slave to Apollyon's pleasures. She was Tanya.Yet it all dragged on, the cycle continuing. |
To Grow, Mature, and be Raped by Demons {Christian_Day &Fate | The demon's powers have grown through abusing Tanya. The hellmouth looks like a dark temple now, with a small rift serving as the altar. Apollyon draws some additional power from it, as well as from Tanya confident that his will has completely dominated her's. Demonic beasts 'patrol' the area, serving as his guards. Impish demons feel the slayerette up and continue to use her as a fuck toy when the Demon hasn't.Tonight, he knows that the other two slayers will show up. Jessica and Mindy, for him to fuel his powers and rip open the hellmouth, bringing hell on earth to sunnydale. As tanya lays at his feet, he pets her tantric power flowing through her and back into him as he keeps her naked, wet and collared, with a chain that he holds. |
To Grow, Mature, and be Raped by Demons {Christian_Day &Fate | The time had come. The Slayerettes finally believed they'd found the correct location of Apollyon's lair. They still weren't absolutely certain, but the information this time felt a good deal more right. Plus they actually had an imp to lead them this time.Jessica and Mindy volunteered for the job, both wanting revenge. Jessica had loudly been declaring Tanya a traitor to the cause, which made Mindy reprimand her each time. The kinder slayerette believed they'd find Tanya the unwilling captive of Apollyon. For Mindy, this was as much a rescue mission as it was an assault job. For Jessica, there was no such thing.Jessica led the way into Apollyon's lair. She clutched a crossbow in her hand, cocked, ready to fire its bolt at the first evil doer. A sword hung at her hip, hitting her black leather clad leg with each step. A few bottles of holy water dangled from her sleeveless vest. There was no question what she was here to do.Mindy cautiously followed behind. she clutched a shotgun loaded with various bits of "holy" metals. Just because Buffy hadn't relied on guns didn't mean the rest of the Slayerettes followed suit. Unlike her partner, however, Mindy wore a short skirt, one that left her legs open for maximum movement. A button up blouse covered her front, hiding a few extra weapons herself.Both girls entered the cave, alert and ready for action. |
Cough Drops and Corpses: A Dexter RP (SevenxWine) | The air was close, hot and sticky that unforgiving October night it was a Thursday, and the beaches were littered with sweating, lively bodies. At sunset, couples would walk along the sand and shyly hold hands, but it seemed that when dark fell in Miami, the predator came out in everyone who inhaled the night air.Dexter Morgan felt it too, but he was different from them certainly, he engaged in intense, sweaty nights the way anyone else did, but his company tended to be a little different.And much quieter. Eventually.Tonight, he was enjoying the company of Wilbur Fator, a member of Miami's Elite he was a man originally from the South, borne of a well off family and carefully groomed Dexter always appreciated when people were immaculate. Fator liked to spend his mornings on the golf course, his afternoons on the porch with his pretty wife drinking Mojitos, and his evenings in small dark basements where he paid a human trafficker to bring him a fresh young Cuban boy every month.Fator liked them young, dark, and pretty, and enjoyed taking his time with them Dexter had seen the videos for a man from the South, Fator wasn't terribly discreet.It would be awful if his wife saw the videos.Presently, Dexter was on board his little luxury his beloved boat, Slice of Life he wasn't a sailor by any means, but Dexter's foster father Harry Morgan had instilled a love of the water in him at an early age. He'd been coming out to Bay Harbour since he was three, and he couldn't bring himself to stay away from the spot he supposed it was some sort of sentimentality, but he wasn't sure how that sort of thing applied to him.He whistled a sprightly tune as he idled the boat, and then turned off the engine he was several miles out on the water, comfortably out of view of anyone most people avoided the water at night, unless they were up on the beach. The darkness scared them.Dexter liked it it was quiet.He turned to face Wilbur Fator he was a big, well built man, so Dexter had needed to use several hefty bags for all the pieces he couldn't remember which bag he'd put the head in, but it didn't really matter. Dexter wasn't one for keeping trophies, at least, not the kind that some of them liked to take he was satisfied with his blood slides, a tiny piece of memorabilia from each monster that had kept him company on these late night trips.With practised ease, he hauled each hefty bag over the side of the boat and watched as they were swallowed up by the black, shifting water he always weighed them down with rocks from the harbour it was a rookie mistake to think the body would keep itself down. Even the dead had gas, and it tended to make them bouyant, and when that happened, curious boaters and fishermen couldn't help but peer in, wondering what they might find like a toy in a cracker jack box, only instead of a cheeky slide whistle, it was a dismembered hand. Fun for girls and boys.Satisfied that there were no bits of Mr. Fator trying to stick around a little longer, Dexter started the engine again he would have enough time to get home, catch a few hours of sleep, and be ready for work.Work.Unlike many Miami residents, Dexter Morgan liked his job working for the Miami Dade Police Department, he wasn't a cop like his currently damaged foster sister Deb he was a lab rat, a forensics guy. It kept him low key, kept the attention away from him.Or at least, he'd thought it did, up until recently.Things had gotten unexpectedly complicated when Dexter had discovered he had a brother, one from a life he could barely remember. It had been the life where he'd been Dexter Moser, and his mother had been Laura Moser, and life had been beautiful and perfect up until the day he watched her get torn to messy, wet shreds by a chainsaw.It had changed something in him, maybe killed something in him he still wasn't sure exactly what it was that was missing, but his brother Brian was missing it too. They were two of a kind, and Brian had known it long before Dexter he'd been old enough to keep the memories that Dexter had lost, and as such, he'd been subject to the whims of various foster homes, halfway houses, and orphanages while Dexter had been eagerly adopted by the cop who had worked the crime scene.It was somehow unfair somewhere along the line, the decision had been made that Dexter could be saved, and Brian couldn't. Dexter got a relatively normal childhood after that, save for the awkward teenage years where other boys were chasing girls, and all he could think about was what his classmates would look like in pieces.But Harry Morgan had straightened that out there were rules to abide by. It was what kept Dexter from being like all the others, rather than just being a monster, he was a choosy monster. He only allowed other monsters to accompany him on nights like these.Funny that Harry never mentioned he'd had a brother.But Brian had never forgotten, and had decided one day that he couldn't go without his baby brother anymore, and he'd been overjoyed to discover that Dexter was just like him. So overjoyed that he'd done everything in his power to get close to him, teasing him with the jigsaw puzzles made of dead, frozen hookers.Breaking into his home and playfully leaving him clues.Dating his sister, Deb.Trying to kill her. Trying to get him to help. He'd even set her up the way Dexter liked it unconscious, strapped to the table, an electric saw at the ready.It had been an interesting reunion.He'd had Brian in his grasp after he'd made a second attempt on Deb's life, he'd had him hanging by his ankles, strapped down in his own home, prepped for the kill. He'd put him out so he wouldn't have to feel any pain but then Brian had opened his eyes.The rules said that he should have killed Brian when he'd had the chance, but he couldn't do it, and he couldn't kill Deb either he kind of liked her.He'd let him go.He'd let Brian go, and told him to go away, to get far away from Miami and never come back, because then he really would have to kill him.He told himself that he would.And now he knew for a fact that he had been lying the certainty was gone, leaving dearly devoted Dexter disoriented in the dark. What had once been a clearly paved path edged with rules and boundaries that kept him from ever crossing The Line had suddenly transformed into an endless, misty field filled with the sort of temptations that his Dark Passenger just loved.It was all because he had broken the Code that Harry had laid down for him all because he had let Brian live.And then in an act of outrageous stupidity, he had even agreed to visit his brother in New York, like friendly relatives getting together for a holiday.Dexter had assured himself he was only going so Brian wouldn't come to Miami that was too risky, he might get himself killed.Or or he might be a danger to others. Something like that.He had brought a knife with him when he had gone to visit at one point he had even steeled himself to use it while he stood opposite to Brian in his little kitchen in the ill gained New York apartment but he hadn't done it. In fact, he'd pretty much done the opposite of killing him, he'd done things with Brian, things that he was sure were very, very wrong for people who weren't like him.For one, he had shared a kill with him: a middle aged blonde guilty of poisoning her three husbands had been strapped to a polished, clean steel table in some old abandoned warehouse down a backalley in the worst part of the city. She had been there for hours, held down by the clear saran wrap that Dexter had always favoured, mouth duct taped and a folder full of evidence beside her for Dexter to sort through.It was all Brian's doing it had been very thoughtful of him.The memory of it all still made Dexter shudder, because Brian had watched him the entire time hadn't taken his eyes off of him once, in fact and if he thought about it, he could remember the bizarre sensation, the strange thought that his brother's eyes were burning into him and leaving a mark somewhere inside.And afterwards, they hadn't even had a chance to clean up, they hadn't even made it through the parking lot when Brian had pounced on him they'd struggled and torn at eachother, eventually they even managed to get back into the apartment just before the aggressive pawing had stopped being enough for either of them. Hands and knees had been replaced by tongue and teeth and nails, they hadn't even closed the door behind them before they were all over eachother.It was wrong, it was so, so very wrong. Harry would have disapproved.Harry would have also disapproved of what he had done to Brian on the couch later on that evening Dexter had never used his mouth like that before, but it had been worth it to see the wild expression on Brian's face.Rubbing at his hair with gloved hands, Dexter stared out at the water and listened to it lap against the sides of the boat the moon was three quarters full that night, and the sight of it provided a cold, clean comfort. In that moment, in the middle of the bay, an oddly introspective Dexter was struck by the strange and empty sensation of loneliness it was followed quickly by a fiery trail up his spine when he thought about Brian's eyes.The way he looked at him.Theunderstanding.But Dexter knew that he couldn't think about it anymore he had to limit those thoughts because they led to terrible things, the kind of thoughts that threatened to pull him overboard and plunge him into waters that he would never escape from. Waters where his Passenger was at the top of the food chain, and the world was subject to his whim.It couldn't happen.He bid farewell to Wilbur Fator and quietly left his quiet little world behind, hid the blood slide behind the air conditioner, and retired to his bedroom as he got under the covers and stared up at the dark ceiling, it occurred to him that monsters didn't get happy endings all they got were precious, sparing moments of freedom.And he had never felt more free than in the moment where his hand had touched Brian's to accept his knife. |
Cough Drops and Corpses: A Dexter RP (SevenxWine) | Maybe it was because he had been bred and born there, but there was something about Miami that really made Brian Moser feel alive. He typically hated mess, couldn't stand clutter by all rights, the sticky, damp air and the number of slick, sweaty human bodies that typically populated the place should have disgusted him. Instead, he had had a tight, knotted feeling of anticipation during the entire drive back to Florida from New York.He felt like he was on his way to finish some important business.He felt like he was on his wayhome.Not that 'home' had ever held any sort of tangible meaning for him. Brian had spent so much time institutionalized when he wasn't being juggled around in foster houses. 'Going home' had only ever meant 'going back to his room,' the standard 11x15 foot room with concrete walls and bunkbeds.No, this was different. This wasn't home because of the location, but it was home because he was on his way to see his last living family member again. Dexter understood what he was, because Dexter was the same. Slightly misguided, but Brian was willing to help him work past that.He had never met anyone before whounderstood,who was as intelligent as he was. As clever. Asperfect,ignoring the minor 'conscience' hiccup.Brian needed him like an addict needed heroin. He had seen what Dexter was, what he had the potential to become, and he was hooked. It was more than just errant desire it was visceral. He had no reason to stay in New York. Staying away was safe, and it was lonely, and Brian cared little for the former and even less for the latter.Besides, Dexter had so much to learn, and who better to teach him than his loving brother Biney?Rita was a real hitch in his plan. Dexter thought he cared about her, and Brian had a problem wrapping his mind around that. She was a vapid blonde, too concerned with material things. Doormats and nutricious breakfasts for her children, cuddling up to Dexter on the couch after a long day smiling at strangers at the hotel. He didn't understand why Dexter didn't use her and throw her away.She was a good alibi, at least. She made pretty arm candy, and for a pretty convincing Normal Life cover, but every time he toyed with her picture, all he could think was how pretty she would look with a knife at her throat.And with that, it had been easy for Brian to break into her home. Late at night with a ski mask, he rattled the front door loudly before smashing one of the windows, careful not to leave any fingerprints or to actually disturb anything else, but it was with such obvious clumsiness that he couldn't imagine the woman actually believing that it was a serious attempt to get into her home unnoticed. He tossed a knife onto the kitchen floor, before ducking back out of the window when he heard Rita's voice floating down the hallway in a too loud whisper in an attempt to reassure her frightened children.With a roll of his eyes, Brian trotted down the street, yanking off the mask and tugging on a pair of headphones. He looked like some yuppie going for a midnight jog, not a convicted serial killer, and that was the way he wanted it to remain for now.Rita heard the commotion in the kitchen, standing up even as her hand groped blindly for her phone. Leaning down, she slid the baseball bat from beneath her bed, hefting it onto her shoulder as she stepped out into the hallway. She could see Astor and Cody crowding the doorway to their bedroom, Astor's arms wrapped around her brother in a protective hug. "Shhh," Rita said, before she crept slowly into the kitchen.Glass from a broken window, and a knife on the floor, but nothing seemed to be gone, and it was quiet.She peeked around the kitchen, before glancing into the living room, and then finally in a rush ushering her kids out to the car. Shakily, and still in her nightgown, she called 911 and explained the situation, and was pulling into the parking lot of Dexter's apartment complex right as she started dialing his number."Dexter," she said a bit shakily, "Someone tried to break into our house, I've called the cops, but how do you feel about a sleepover tonight, please say yes because I'm actually pulling into a parking space right now," she finished in a rush. |
Cough Drops and Corpses: A Dexter RP (SevenxWine) | Normally Dexter slept like the dead empty, dreamless rest that served only the purpose that physiology had meant for it, but on that particular night, dark images had managed to slink into his head and take up residence.It was familiar, if only because it was similar to the only other dream he'd ever had he was strapped to a surgical steel table except, this time it was as though he had somehow stepped outside of his own body and was looking down on himself.The version of him on the table was wearing khakis, an obnoxiously yellow tropical shirt, and a lab coat. Stranger still, he could see a distinct look of horror on his own face, the appearance of was that fear? Yes, it must be Dexter had never known that look for himself, but had seen it on so many others that he had no choice but to recognize it.He looked away from the Victim Dexter and looked down at his own hands he clenched his fingers, and the tight leather gloves made a comforting squeaking noise. A glance to the right, and there was an array of tools for him, shimmering silvers and gleaming grays, all so perfectly sharp and clean that he reached for the nearest one and held it up to the light to watch it refract. He saw his own reflection in the knife yes, it was definitely still him.He turned his eyes back to his victim and Harry Morgan was staring back at him now, strapped to the table and looking grim. He opened his mouth, and rang.Dexter sat up in bed like Bela Lugosi and stared at the wall for a long moment before he realized he was hearing his phone he lifted it off the cradle, mind still misty from sleep and confusion, and raised the phone to his ear."Dexter"His mind managed to work out that he was hearing Rita, and a glance at the alarm clock told him it was two in the morning."Someone tried to break into our house, I've called the cops, but how do you feel about a sleepover tonight? Please say yes, because I'm actually pulling into a parking space right now."Dexter was silent for a long moment as the breathy, hurried words slowly curled their way through the fog, and he finally managed to answer with,"Uh. Yeah."And by the time he reached the door, having yanked on a t shirt and shorts, he was clear headed enough to remember that he should pull her into his arms, because that was what worried boyfriends did. Rita clenched her little hands into the material of his shirt so hard that her knuckles buried into his ribcage with surprising strength while Cody and Astor slipped inside, characteristically stoic and silent. The two made a bee line for his couch,"Hey," Dexter said, looking over his shoulder while Rita did her best not to show fear in front of her kids, "You guys are already breaking the rules by being up this late."Cody and Astor stared at him in morose silence, too injured by a traumatic childhood to hear the playfulness in his voice or maybe he just didn't sound playful. Maybe he sounded like a psychopath, he wasn't sure."So how about some ice cream?" he asked, and he watched the two slowly exchange glances their little features didn't move, but they still managed to communicate."Do you have the green kind?" Astor asked, the spokesperson for their little team while Cody continued to stare unblinkingly."I have the green kind," Dexter confirmed, drawing Rita into the condo and closing the door behind her, bolting it shut, and moving towards the kitchen."I'm so sorry to do this to you, Dex, it's just that I didn't know where else " Rita began, still clinging to his side."I'm just glad you're safe." Dexter replied he was getting good at this kind of thing and wanted a Tony Award. Or maybe a little golden knife, because if it was a stage show, he was sure he would make the cut.He also needed to stop making puns.Rita glanced down and finally recognized her iron grip she released him then, and backed herself to the counter, leaning back and gripping the edge of it instead she was still in her nightgown, robes hanging off her shoulders, barefoot and blonde hair dishevelled. Though she was quaking and appeared as though she hadn't slept for a week, Dexter somehow found he liked the way she looked right then. He decided not to inspect the thought any further.Pulling a block of unopened pistachio ice cream from the freezer, he doled it out into two bowls and handed them to a blank faced Cody and Astor before returning to Rita he found her digging into the carton with a fork."I have spoons." Dexter said, mildly interested in the way she had set upon the dessert like an animal she looked up at him then, the fork hanging out of her mouth. There was a long moment of silence, during which Dexter began to suspect he had done something wrong and that Rita was about to attack him with the silverware, but then she was suddenly weeping tears and pistachio onto his chest and leaving him just a little more confused about the entire world.Cody and Astor didn't have time for the sugar rush to set in before they toppled over onto the couch, while Rita sobbed into his arms for another half an hour he put her to bed and laid beside her because she told him it would make her feel safe."You always make me feel safe." Rita said just before she fell asleep, confirming for Dexter that the existence of sensible people was pure mythology.He managed to nod off for another two hours before he had to get up for work he told Rita she could stay as long as she wanted to, told her everything would be okay, and left for the lab, desperate for a day filled with blood stains. |
Cough Drops and Corpses: A Dexter RP (SevenxWine) | Angel was pretty good at his little routine by then. Wake up , brush his teeth , get dressed , grab a bagel and go to work.And that was what he did, except he'd taken a page from Dexter's book that morning and stopped by the local Krispy Kreme to pick up two dozen that he had paraded around the station, winning looks and nods of approval from his coworkers.Sometimes life was terribly cliche, and one just had to embrace it.He had saved the last one for Dexter, however, and cut his friend off at the door to work with the nearly empty box. "For you, my friend," he crowed, before passing the box off to him, whistling a jaunty tune as he headed back to his desk. Not that he had a lot to be happy about these days, but hey! He still had his little girl, and a good job, and maybe he wasn't in a perfect place socially, but at least he wasn't dead.Or dating a serial killer. Poor Deb.He sat down, flipping through a few pages before a long shadow fell across his desk, and he glanced up with a squint to see Masouka leaning down. The Asian man was either terribly concerned or terribly amused given his personality and ability to find humor in some of the darkest places, it was almost impossible to tell."So did you hear?" he chirped, glancing back at Dexter as he spoke, before straightening up and folding his arms behind his head."Did I hear what?" Angel asked in a deadpan, quirking an eyebrow.Masouka shook his head, and his expression was obviously concern now, even if he did sort of have the same expression a rubber necker passing by a severe automobile accident did. "Morgan the sister called in this morning at like, seven. Dead catnailed to her door,dude, it was sick."Angel straighted up immediately, but Masouka cut him off. "Team's already out there on it, dude. But can you imagine? I think it's just some sick kid, but you never know when it comes to psycho killers." |
Cough Drops and Corpses: A Dexter RP (SevenxWine) | Stepping into the station, Dexter was tense just the way Batista did, Dexter had an established routine that he had followed religiously for years, and the appearance of Rita very early that morning had shaken it. Grateful that his face always obeyed his command, he still managed to wear an expression of slightly vapid friendliness the upside to feeling nothing was that facial expressions also meant nothing to him they were purely for show.Of course, Dexter was convinced that he wasn't the only one who did it with a donut box held in his hands, Dexter watched Batista whistle his way over to his desk, a prime example of human beings putting on a show. He was pretty sure that was why he liked Batista and Vince, for that matter.They both pretended.Initially Dexter considered heading straight for his lab the temptation to get to his clean, dark little fishbowl was strong but Masouka's sideways glance had him furrowing his eyebrows questioningly until he elaborated.Dead cat. Deb's door.Somehow, he was going to be blamed for this, Dexter decided as he stupidly continued to hold onto the donut box and stare off into space because the Passenger was slowly raking its nails down his spine and leaving trails of cold. Then itpurred."Ain't that right?" Masouka asked, and stared at him, "Dex?""Huh?" Dexter asked."Psycho killers?" Masouka elaborated."Q'uest que c'est?" Dexter tried, and Vince gave him one of those funny, crooked stares that he did sometimes."Cute." Vince said flatly, "You didn't hear about it?""No." Dexter said, and Vince shrugged his face."Don't worry," Vince said, patting him on the back in a way that was almost consoling, "I'm sure you will.""Yeah." Dexter said, reduced to monosyllables before he dragged himself off to his lab, oblivious to both Angel and Vince staring after him.Rita's place had been broken into around two in the morning and Deb's door had been decorated at seven Miami had one of the highest crime rates in the world and the incidents were very different, but Dexter couldn't ignore the call of the Passenger.And anyone with a dark enough mind would recognize they were both connected to him.Stepping into his lab, Dexter stopped in the doorway because a pair of eyes were staring at him through the darkness anyone else wouldn't have seen him in the absolute shadow of the room, but Dexter's finely honed night vision had him meeting the eyes unflinchingly. Slowly, he reached out and flicked on the light,"Good morning Sergeant," Dexter said cheerfully, and extended the box to him, "Donut?"Doakes continued to glower at him, and for an instant Dexter thought he might swat the box away and lunge at his throat instead, he disregarded it. It was somewhat dissappointing."I hear your girl called in this morning." Doakes said."Word gets around." Dexter said, setting the box onto a filing cabinet and turning to his desk he moved to roll out his chair, but Doakes set a foot against it to stop him."And your sister called in an hour ago."Of course Doakes would have noticed."Yeah, I just heard about it." Dexter said, "Was about to call her.""There was a cat nailed to her door." Doakes added, even though he had to be aware that Dexter knew that detail already, "What do you think about that? Do you think it's funny?""I guess I'd have to know the breed before I could really get the punchline." Dexter admitted, and he watched Doakes' face twist angrily the Sergeant had never hidden his aggression, and especially not towards Dexter who had, for some reason, set Doakes off from their very first encounter. There was an unholy hatred that radiated from Doakes, as though he was constantly in search of a reason anything that would allow him to break someone's neck."Listen you fuckin' psycho," Doakes said, because he was always subtle with his opinions, "If I find out you had anything to do with this shit, I will fuck you up.""Right." Dexter said, dismissive, "Okay."Doakes continued to stare, but his expression had changed into something strange, so Dexter raised his eyebrows and added:"Got it."Before the Sergeant stormed out of the lab, slamming the door so hard that the hinges rattled. For a long moment Dexter stood there watching the door, and then slowly looked down to his hand he realized then why Doakes had given him that look at some point during their discussion, he had begun to play with his keychain, and had been toying with the little decapitated barbie head that hung from it. |
Cough Drops and Corpses: A Dexter RP (SevenxWine) | Masouka and Angel exchanged glances when Doakes came storming from around the corner to Dexter's little area."Weird guy," Vince muttered, and Angel lifted an eyebrow."You'd better be talking about Doakes," he said with a slight smirk, words playful, but it was obvious that he was worried about something. Deb, most likely not that they had ever been best friends, but she was a good girl, he knew, and they did work together. He had always felt a sort of brotherly affection for Deb. She was kind of abrasive, but good hearted, and that meant a lot to guy like Angel.Masouka knew she was sharp, but also just thought she was hot."Well," Vince said, backing up, "gonna get to work, I guess. See you around lunch," he called, then backed away, heading away.Deb sat on the edge of a bed in a hotel room, playing with her phone. Her first instinct, of course, had been to call Dexter and demand his help, but he'd done so much for her since the whole ordeal with Rudy. Brian, she reminded herself with a shake of her head, before she dialed her foster brother's phone number, holding it up to her ear.She was a big girl. She'd take care of herself......and surely that moron wasn't stupid enough to come back and try to kill her a second time.But she knew the mentality behind a lot of these guys. They wouldn't stop until they'd finished what they started."So Dexter," she blurted into the phone, hurriedly, "you don't think it's him, do you? I mean, that's a pretty fucking retarded thing to do. He KNOWS that I'm a cop."And then the first email in Dexter's inbox was dated about ten minutes before he arrived at work, from an anonymous address with the subject YOU JUST NEED TO CHILL OUT.Hey pal, It's been a while since we've gone out. I think we could both use a pizza and bowling night. Invite your girl, because I'm bringing one along, too. She's a bit nasty, but hopefully you'll get along fine. Let me know if you're interested. I'll be waiting. |
Cough Drops and Corpses: A Dexter RP (SevenxWine) | The doll's head stared at him and Dexter stared back for a long moment he stayed like that, watching the little plastic face as though he expected it to bring up an interesting subject, but neither of them seemed to be able to find a topic they both liked.He had no way of proving any of it, he knew, but the consistent and rhythmic unfurling of the Passenger's claws was telling Dexter that there was another monster nearby, but this one was so much more fun than any of the others had been. It was him it had to be, because the agonizing little curl of heat in the very base of his spine had only ever been caused by one person.Dexter was wrenched from his thoughts by the phone, and for the second time that day he heard the sound of panic."Deb," Dexter said, eyeing the flashing indication at the right corner of his laptop, the one telling him he had new e mails.YOU JUST NEED TO CHILL OUT.The heat spread suddenly up to his neck, and Dexter shuddered bodily and had to restart,"Deb," he tried again, hovering his cursor over the message subject, like a child savouring the moment before tearing into a Christmas present, "If he was in the city, do you think he'd spend his time nailing Mr. Fluffy to doorframes?"He opened the e mail and nearly hissed, but managed to stop himself."You've been in the papers a lot lately," Dexter continued, as soothing as he could manage to be while the Passenger was rearing up inside of him, demanding a chance to play, "You probably just got hit by someone with a sick sense of humour."He held the phone up between his jaw and shoulder he set his fingers onto the keyboard and they began to move of their own accord:I don't think she'll be up for a double date, but I'm sure you two will find something cool to do. Any idea on what cleaning product removes felines? Just wondering. |
Cough Drops and Corpses: A Dexter RP (SevenxWine) | There was something about Dexter that always seemed to soothe Deb. Maybe it was the fact that he was so earnest, or that she trusted him more than anyone else in the entire world. He was family, afterall.If there was one person in the world that she could trust not to lie to her, Deb knew for certain that it was Dexter."Yeah," she agreed after a long moment, flopping backwards onto the bed and looking at the door to the hotel room. It was locked sturdily, and she felt safer there than she did anywhere else, if she wanted to be perfectly honest."Well, bro," she said finally into the phone, "I think I'm going to get some sleep. Kinda.. shocked after this morning, you know."Deb hung up, then, and watched bad porn on demand for the rest of the morning, just for something to laugh at.Brian was also at a hotel, though a good twenty miles away from where Deb was currently holed up. He had been swimming already, had jumped into the pool almost immediately after doing the funny little deed with the cat, and he felt like a predator as he waited for Dexter to email him back.His brother rarely disappointed him.Felines? Tried bleach?Brian felt his own Dark Passenger coiling in him, excited, like a snake ready to strike, but he embraced the feeling instead of hiding it away. It was in his nose and throat, behind his eyes, swelling in his stomach and chest, and it made him feelalive.My dates are always the best. I've got a big surprise in store for her, too.. I wish you'd be there to see it.And he wanted to see Dexter, wanted to touch his face with his fingertips, take his hand and draw him away into a room with a nubile young woman on display, ready to be sliced like ham but that, for the moment, was just a dream he would have to keep nursing. |
Cough Drops and Corpses: A Dexter RP (SevenxWine) | Shocked, that was the word she had used but over the years, Dexter had become fluent in Deb and knew that she had actually panicked she had been scared that the Ice Truck Killer was back in the city to finish the job.And, of course, it wasn't such an unlikely assumption it seemed that Deb's instincts were improving these days, or maybe it was just pure paranoia, but whatever it was, she was getting better at seeing the patterns that monsters followed, and it had begun to translate to her job. Dexter liked Deb she was one in a tiny group that he could say that about he liked Deb very much and wanted to see her advance in the ranks the way she deserved to, but at the same time he found himself considering what it would mean if she becametoogood. How long would it be, after all, before she began to see some of those dark traits in him?He knocked those thoughts away it was something he would have to deal with when the time came, and these days he had no doubts that it would.Dexter spent some time working on slides, inspecting them through the microscope and measuring bloodstains and impact spatters with a single minded interest he allowed himself to be pulled into a dark and familiar little world made of blood and messy, graceless strikes and slices from amateurs, rookies who wouldn't make it to their next kill because they had been too careless with their first one. That was the price one paid for being untidy.Of course, the Ice Truck Killer had never been untidy no, Brian had always been very careful, hadn't he? Cheeky, but everything had been thought out, carefully planned, cut clean and precise and placed so intentionally that the obsession behind it had sent chills through Dexter the first time he had seen his brother's work. He had known from the very start that it was a message forhimhe just hadn't understood why at the time.Suddenly struck by the need to do so, he looked into his e mails again and found a response.He could imagine what Brian would have in store for his current paramour a cold room, flashing metal, sharp edges and maybe a little nailpolish. He was sure that a date with Brian was a thing to be admired, and the thought of watching his brother do his work no, he couldn't do that, after all, Brian didn't follow the rules.Brian didn't have a code and that made him subject to Dexter's, didn't it?Dexter realized he was gripping the edge of the desk in a white knuckled hold, and he slowly released it, letting out the breath he hadn't known he had been holding in. For a moment, he closed his eyes and thought it over.Then, opening his eyes again, he deleted the e mail and turned back to his work. |
Cough Drops and Corpses: A Dexter RP (SevenxWine) | When an answer didn't come almost immediately, Brian had the sinking feeling that one wasn't going to come at all. He had been afraid of that he knew his brother well enough to realize that Dexter was still struggling with what he really was, what They Really Were.And it had taken Brian a while to get that. He couldn't comprehend that someone was able to live with that sort of beast inside of him without embracing it. Brian had long since given up suppressing the Passenger and had become it he looked with its eyes, spoke with its tongue. His fingers were its fingers, and the pain they wrought together wasn't destruction, but creation. Art.He was wiping something ugly from the world, and smearing something beautiful in its place.He was not simply its vessel. They were symbiotes, and to have that ripped away from him... Brian would have felt like a naked invalid, missing chunks of his soul. Not a perfect metaphor, since he didn't quite believe in the human soul, but it would do him well enough.And as much as he wanted to, Brian knew he couldn't pick up where he had left off. He could barely afford to live in Miami as it was it had been a while, but people the right people would recognize him in a crowd. He couldn't draw attention to himself, and he couldn't start killing and leaving bits of hookers around, either. He was finished with that game, and he wanted the city to think he was gone somewhere, living in a Mexican village until the law forgot about him.Hiding in plain sight had always been his game. Dexter's game, too, from the looks of it, but Dexter was hiding for all the wrong reasons, and all the wrong ways. He had grownattachedto his flimsy second life, far too attached, and Brian would have to do something about it.But in due time.He was hungry, but it was early, and he had his plans: he'd wait until night fell, find a pretty young thing at the local bar, and take her back to Rita's. That needy, incessant woman had to have fled to Dexter's for at least a day or two , he'd clean his date and the kitchen, and dump her into whatever river he could find.Clumsily, of course. He didn't want the police to realize that he was a pro at the game, just some clumsy half wit who'd gotten a little stab happy.He sat on the edge of the bed, satisfied at his plans, before scooting back atop the sheets and flipping the television onto some inane nature channel. Brian kept remembering when he'd caught an episode of America's Most Wanted a month or so back withhisface plastered across the screen.He felt rather like a celebrity, actually, and they had called him 'handsome' and 'devilishly charming.' Smugly, he settled back onto the sheets and went to sleep. |
Cough Drops and Corpses: A Dexter RP (SevenxWine) | Dexter had spent the day trying not to think about how there would be police in his south beach condo, sitting down to talk to Rita about what had happened, eyeing the place the way that cops always did, because they were looking for things out of place it was their job, it was second nature, but in his mind's eye, he saw them approaching his air conditioner, or thinking it sounded a little strange.He shook his head he wasn't usually given to flights of fancy, but it had become more recent as of late since New York, in fact.No, since before that. Since meeting Brian, back when he was calling himself 'Rudy' and dating Deb, that was when it had started, when he had started dreaming and getting nightmares some part of him had known the truth, but it hadn't been a conscious part, which left Dexter questioning what else his subconscious could be hiding from him. How much more, after all, could there be?The hours went by in a whirl of blood and paperwork, and Dexter made a point of avoiding Doakes who had been sniffing far too close lately for the rest of his shift. It proved to be difficult, because it seemed the Sergeant was making a point of appearing wherever he was these days, usually remaining silent and just staring at him with the same look that had long ago told Dexter that the bigger man had a few skeletons in his closet too though there probably weren't as many, and they likely weren't wrapped up quite as neatly as his were.Dexter made sure to keep that in mind if Doakes became a problem, he would want Blood. Blood. Stalk him, hunt him down, cut his neck and watch him bleed. leverage.He pressed his palm against his eye like a man fighting an oncoming headache, but it was the Passenger he was pushing back the Passenger, who had suddenly just climbed up his throat and told him things, right while he was sitting at his desk at work. Instead of the usual quiet hisses and gentle goading, his darkness had just lunged at him like a crazed animal, the way it had done when he and Brian had been in the same room together.Take him cut him he's nothing but if you do it you can make him something, he'll have meaning again not another worthless human stain, he can be Suddenly flushed, Dexter eyed the clock he had always been precise with his work schedule, never late, never leaving early, never taking days off but he had broken that last rule for Brian, and suddenly he was going to be breaking another because right then, he felt like a schoolboy who had suddenly been caught in class with an unfortunate adolescent problem in his cargos.He had to leave he needed to get out of there.For the first time in all of his years working for the Miami department, Dexter Morgan the fastidious lab rat clocked out an hour early, having hastily packed his equipment and paperwork, and left the building in enough of a hurry that Angel and Masuoka exchanged glances from across the station. |
Cough Drops and Corpses: A Dexter RP (SevenxWine) | As much as Brian desperately wanted to be near Dexter, he knew better. More than anything, he wanted to be camped outside the police station,watching.But he had waited before, and now it was a more dangerous game than before. Too many people recognized him, especially near the police station, for him to be safe at all.It wasn't the kind of desire that could be slaked with something like a photograph. Brian was sentimental, but an odd sort. He wanted to watch Dexter sleep again.'Of course, if I'm not very careful,' he thought as his date crumpled to the floor in Rita's kitchen, and he tilted his head to stare at the odd angle of her broken neck, 'I won't get that chance.'And then he cleaned her up, tidied the kitchen. Not the best job. Not even a particularly satisfying job, but she'd been a slut who wasn't even worth his time. He supposed it fit that she didn't really get it, but he was stillstarving.He flipped open the phone he'd gotten from her hip pocket before he had dumped her into the river, shouldering the door to his hotel room open as he began typing a text message to Dexter's number Normally Brian liked to work with more finesse than this, but times were tight and desperate. Besides, Dexter already knew the game, knew what he wanted. What was the point of another facade?You missed a real treat tonight. |
Cough Drops and Corpses: A Dexter RP (SevenxWine) | The outside air didn't help it was too hot and too close to provide any actual relief and all Dexter could think to do was sit in his car with his head pressed against the steering wheel, enclosed in the sweltering heat of a vehicle that had been sitting directly in the Miami sun for hours, feeling his own sweat running down the back of his neck like a warmer version of his Passenger's nails.Normally his darkness was more controlled than that it usually came in gradual waves, a slow crescendo that gave him time to think, time to plan and predict and find the right target. The last time the Passenger had been so impulsive had been back when he was a teenager, after he had been shoved around on the school ground and had gone back to the baseball diamond with a butterfly knife in his hand he hadn't been doing it for revenge, not really. Back then, his darkness had been lurking around him and standing over him, casting a cold shadow that had made it impossible for him to focus the boy who had bullied him had been an excellent scapegoat for the Passenger, it had reasoned that anyone who beat up other kids surely deserved the punishment.The truth was that Dexter had only gone to the field because he had thought it would make the Passenger quiet, that maybe if he just followed its desires that one time, with something other than a dog or a deer, it would stop waking him up at night and whispering things that made him shudder.Something buzzed against his thigh and Dexter didn't even bother sitting up he drew his cell phone out of his pocket and looked at it through the gaps in the steering wheel:Unknown number. A text message.You missed a real treat tonight.Dexter had to shut his eyes for a moment, clenching them closed before opening them again to stare at the message, and he let out a small groan frustration welled up inside of the Passenger, and as a result, inside of him as well. They had missed an opportunity, a chance to release some of the darkness even worse, a chance to work beside Brian again.He shook his head and brought a hand up to his forehead, bringing it slowly down his face to wipe away sweat that had moved into his eyes.No,he reminded himself,that isn't how it works.Somehow it had slipped his mind, if only for an instant, that there were rules he couldn't have just gone off with Brian anyways, because whoever his playmate had been that evening, there was a good chance she didn't fit the requirements of the Code. Brian did, however.But he didn't like the thought of Brian on a cold steel table, strapped down and prepared for the kill in fact, he was one of the few Dexter could say that for. He wanted Brian beside him, wanted his brother to work with him if only he could convince him, if he could just teach him the Code, make him realize that structure would keep him alive and out of the blood slide collection, then maybe maybe he could what was hethinking?Dexter sat up, rested his head back against the seat, and blinked hard at the windshield no, he had to be sensible about this. He had to just think about the code, remember the rules he couldn't afford to let himself forget, or things would becomeproblematic. Of course, they were quickly becoming that way already, because the feeling of the Passenger's frustration wasn't dissappearing, and he knew it wouldn't until he took care of it even though his last kill hadn't even been two days ago.He would just have to research a little faster than usual, then with Rita and the kids in the house, he couldn't let his blood lusting friend get too out of control. He knew he wouldn't hurt them, of course, but they might see it, especially Cody. He couldn't let that happen.Dexter moved to start up his car, but something in his side view mirror caught his eye Doakes again, sitting in his silver Taurus two spaces away staring at him. He couldn't be certain how long the Sergeant had been watching him, but he was sweating and flushed and the sunny disposition that he normally accosted the bigger man with was absent he had been caught, he knew he had been, but the Sergeant wouldn't know what he had been seeing. Just that something wasn't right.Perhaps Dexter could blame it on a fever during his shift on Monday.He turned his head and looked down the line and met Doakes' eyes directly neither of them blinked, and though Doakes glared all of his hatred at him, there was a measure of puzzlement there, too some vicious interest in the cop that had him furrowing his eyebrows just a little. Slowly, Dexter allowed a smile to curve his mouth because it brought an ugly scowl to Doakes' face that even now, when it was just the two of them, he was keeping up appearances. With a friendly wave goodbye, Dexter started up his car and pulled out of the parking lot, heading for his condo.The inside was blissfully cool in comparison, enough that Dexter briefly closed his eyes and stood by the doorway to just feel it his eyes snapped open just in time to find Rita in front of him.Oh. Right.She stepped forward and put her arms around him in what would have been a hug, if she hadn't backed up only moments later,"You're soaking wet," she said, astonished she looked up at his face then, "Dex, your face is red are you alright?""It's a little hot out." Dexter admitted, but it didn't remove the expression of worry from her face instead, it grew, and she made a beeline for the kitchen, digging in and pouring him a glass of ice water. In that instant, Dexter felt a brief but intense appreciation for the tiny blonde, but he wished that the glass had been big enough for him to stuff his head into, because he wasn't sure any amount of ice would be enough to quell the burn he was feeling. |
Cough Drops and Corpses: A Dexter RP (SevenxWine) | Dexter had never been easily shaken maybe that's what was what troubled her so much about his expression. Something seemed off, and that was unusual for him. She sighed and passed him the glass of water, concern on her face as she crooked her brow and studied his face.Or maybe she was just reading too deeply into things again.She'd always done that, even if she had only recently began to voice those concerns. It had never occurred to her until after Paul had been killed how well she fit the 'battered wife' stereotype.Oh well.That's not who she was anymore. She had moved on... and she had a good man to show for it.Rita pressed her hand briefly to the side of Dexter's face, running her thumb across a line of the sweat, before she pointed to his couch and headed hastily for the air conditioner to turn it on a bit higher. "Sit, would you? I'll get dinner started.. I was going to take the kids home tonight, the police didn't find anything this morning, we can't hide forever, but maybe it's a good thing we're still here."Not that she was in a hurry to move in with Dexter. She wanted to take it slow with him, and she was.And as empowered as she was mother of two with a job, she still enjoyed making dinner for her man. Not that Dexter's kitchen was overflowing with groceries, but there was enough for some soup, and she'd go out to pick up a salad while it was cooking.Mother of two with a job, but not a great job. She had learned to feed a family on a budget, but none of them were going hungry. "Dex, just sit down and I'll get you something to eat.. the kids are at a friend's house, I figured you didn't want them running around here, and the peace and quiet has been nice.. we'll talk in a minute, okay?" She braced her hands on his shoulders, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek, before leaving him with the water.And Brian was left in his room, staring at the phone. He'd known this time that he wasn't going to get an answer, but he knew Dexter if his brother was being this callous, then he was bothered.Mission accomplished. If he could only figure out how to achieve therestof his goals. |
Cough Drops and Corpses: A Dexter RP (SevenxWine) | Dexter didn't protest Rita's hands felt cool in comparison to the furnace that his skin had become and he dragged himself to the couch, silently obeying the command of the tiny blonde it occurred to him that he must look like a mess right then he never got like this, he had always been collected at the worst of times, didn't lose his temper, didn't lash out.Well, not in ways she hadseen.The incident with Paul, he'd maybe acted a bit rashly. Maybe slamming a cast iron frying pan into his skull hadn't been the best response, and maybe dragging his body to his car and wiping the blood up with his sock hadn't been a great way to follow it up, either, but really, it had all turned out for the best anyways.But this was strange behaviour for him he knew he looked ill, tense. He would need to make up an excuse, but he couldn't use work as the reason, couldn't let Rita think stress was getting to him. Of course, he couldn't tell her it was because his estranged serial killer brother was trying to seduce him with a trail of dead bodies, either.We'll talk in a minute, she had said. Dexter didn't like those words because it meant he would need to think fast, to come up with something reasonable quickly, but his brain wasn't working the way he wanted it to, it just kept crawling back to the brief stay in New York and the way Brian's eyes flashed in the dark.Dexter barely suppressed another shudder he really was a mess, and Rita's kiss was still burning on his cheek while the Passenger's voice whispered in his ear. He couldn't even turn to his blood slides for comfort, not with Rita there it was a side of him he could never let her see.But then, he remembered, Rita had looked into his darkness before she just hadn't realized what she was seeing. The first time it had happened, she had called him passionate, wild he hadn't bothered to tell her that she had actually been experiencing what homicide would feel like if it was translated to sex.The Passenger needed something. Anything.Dexter rose from the couch and moved around it in one fluid motion, stopping for a moment with his hand resting on the back of it, eyes on Rita, chin tilted down slightly he watched her for a long moment, moving through the kitchen, pale and small. When she finally looked at him, she did a double take, gave him one of those nervous white smiles and tucked a bit of blonde hair back behind her ear,"Dex?" She asked.He said nothing he simply began to slink towards her in a way that had her gaping at him.The soup didn't get made, but the ingredients wound up strewn around the pristine kitchen as poor Rita was mauled through the entire condo, and some time later while they laid on the bed in a sweaty heap, she observed that very occasionally he was like an animal. With no witty response available, all Dexter managed to do was give a half hearted growl that left Rita clutching her sides in laughter. |
Cough Drops and Corpses: A Dexter RP (SevenxWine) | Brian was a man who worked with plans who had worked with plans his entire life. At the institution he laid careful ones, all in his head, of course he couldn't leave any sort of paper trail. It was too dangerous, and besides, he had noreasonto when he could hold it all in his head. Every action he made was the chance to get some sort of a response, an opportunity to get closer to what he needed.Of course, he had made too many mistakes when he was young. On his way to becoming a sociopath, he said. Antisocial personality disorder. He was the Boy Without a Conscience, tossed from home to home to institution to home, but he was okay with that for a while. It kept things fresh, original.It wasn't until he was well into adolescence that the full repercussions of being branded with that title might mean. People would judge. Become suspicious. There was no way to clean his record at that point, so he worked at becoming better, cleaning up, and planned his moves for the future. Different names. Different identities. It was the ultimate anonymity, wasn't it? With enough careful talking and research andwork, he could become anyone in the world that he wanted to be.So, understandably, when Brian's plans failed to pan out, he became frustrated.He needed more of a response from Dexter. Heneededhis brother to want this as much as he did, but he was resisting every step of the way. Not that there wasn't a thrill in this. Challenge was what excited him, got him up in the mornings, but he was impatient. He had waited too long for this, had gotten such a taste of it in New York..... he closed his eyes, remembering Dexter's face. The couch.Dexter was in. Would be in. Brian just had to coax it out of him.But what could he do? Another attack on Dexter's family.. he just wasn't ready for that. He couldn't imagine it would be met with anything other than a jab of a needle to the throat, and it just wasn't what Brian was ready for.Stopping by the apartment was risky, he knew that, especially with Rita's car in the parking lot, but it was pushing three AM and he had few other choices. He slipped an envelope beneath the door, sealed and lettered with Dexter's name on the front in slanted, masculine handwriting it contained a message that simply saidYou can't run from the past forever. We need to talk. I'll be at home.The police had long since stopped keeping surveillance on the old Moser home. Stupid to return there, maybe, but it was the place that contained the only real good memories that he had, and besides, it was mostly boarded up now, most of the windows shattered from where neighborhood kids had started tossing rocks at them. Not a place to live anymore, but a place to sit in the kitchen and reflect.He had no idea if Dexter would take this bait, either, but damnit all, he had to get his plan back on tracksomehow. |
Cough Drops and Corpses: A Dexter RP (SevenxWine) | For the second time that week, Dexter dreamt he dreamt of sharp and flashing silver and glittering liquid crimson, he dreamt of cold stainless steel pressed against the bare skin of his back, dreamt that he couldn't lift his arms away from the slanted table he had been strapped to. The room he was in was cold and his breath came out in rolls of fog he couldn't move his head to look around, but only a few feet away from him, he could see buckets of unclotted blood, each carefully labelled with a name.The fifth one was empty.And then there were clever hands and dark eyes, a low voice in his ear and teeth on his skin, nails on his chest and a knife against his throat, the feeling of damp breath against his face, and the murmur of 'brother' that somehow made his teeth ache.Dexter woke up with sweat on his temples and the taste of iron on his tongue, naked and tangled in the sheets beside him, Rita lay asleep and undisturbed by his twisting. He peered to his right and the clock blinked 2:00 a.m. at him he had to rub his eyes to relieve them of the burn that made him feel as though he had laid with them open for hours and maybe he had, he knew for a fact that he had done stranger things before rising from the bed, unable to sleep any longer.Stalking across the living room, Dexter's thoughts were still muddled with sleep and hazy from the memory of his dreams, but the Passenger was wide awake, alive with the clarity of a true predator and the predator was hissing things, low murmurs, but not it's usual ones. No, the Passenger was telling him something.Something was wrong.No, something was different.Just like before, Dexter's first thought was to check the refrigerator. He wasn't sure if he was dissappointed or not when he didn't find anything but the Passenger had nothing to say. He was just about to check behind the air conditioner, just in case, but then he caught sight of something sticking out beneath his front door an envelope.You can't run from the past forever. We need to talk. I'll be at home.Everything Harry had taught him told him to wait, told him to plan, told him to be careful.Told him tokill BrianDexter ended up sitting on the couch with the letter clutched in his hands, barely resisting the bizarre urge to smell the paper, as though he might be able to find some trace of Brian on its fibres, might be able tofeelhim through the neatly scrawled lettering.The damned heat was moving up his spine again, crawling through him and over his limbs, making his head swim.Brian had come to his apartment again, while he was asleep whileshewas asleep. And only days before, he had broken a window in Rita's house, nailed a dead cat to Deb's door they weren't warnings, but they werereminders. Brian was playing.But the game was becoming darker.Rita was still asleep and smiling when Dexter was pulling on his clothes, still lost in sweet dreams while he slung his bag over his shoulder and tugged on the tight leather gloves, flexing them and revelling in their familiarity.When he got in his car, it was the Passenger behind the wheel, hungry and apprehensive, leading him forward.This was reckless. This was stupid. He hadn't planned anything, he was going in blind and the knives, hefty bags, and saran wrap he was armed with seemed suddenly meaningless in the face of what he was telling himself hehad to do, just as he had told himself before. Just the way he had meant to do it in Brian's economy freezer, when he'd had him strapped down and prepped for the kill, just the way he had gone to New York planning to do it, too.He had to do it, he reminded himself. The Code demanded it, and he had already broken it too many times, had already betrayed everything that Harry had taught him, had let Brian continue on, let him kill more.And for what?Dexter flexed his fingers in the leather and told himself that this couldn't go on. He moved silently through the grass of the old Moser home and up the steps to the front door, intent on moving as efficiently as possible, but when his hand touched the old metal railing, he froze.Suddenly it was summer and she was in white, bare foot and blowing bubbles on the front steps the cotton of her dress felt cool against his cheek, where he was resting his head on her leg, watching the soap float through the air. He prodded a bubble with one tiny finger, and Biney watched him intently, smiling.Dexter pulled away from the railing as though he had been burnt by it, staggering back to stare at it, looking at the front yard again, just the way he had done the first time he had set foot on the Moser residence.No.he told himself, hands going to the door, turning the handle, an action that seemed to take more effort and co ordination than it should have,Focus.The inside of the home was sparsely furnished, dark, but Dexter's well trained night vision allowed him to move through it but his finely honed predatorial skills seemed to be rapidly giving way to memories as he found himself stopping in rooms, staring at points on the wall or the floor remembering.He didn't have an answer while he was in the car, no way to know why he had broken the Code, but as he stood in the home that he had spent his short childhood in, it came to him.For freedom, the Passenger reminded him hungrily,To be whole. |
Cough Drops and Corpses: A Dexter RP (SevenxWine) | It was the dusty couch in the house that Brian had retreated to while waiting for Dexter. It was certainly a scene out of a shitty goth movie: he lay on the cushions in the dark, his arms folded lazily across his stomach as he stared at the ceiling. His face was slack, almost drowsy. Occasionally a car would putter by, and dim lights would arc across the ceilings and walls from the headlights through the dirty window panes.Dexter had to answer.He had tried and tried, pushed as much as far as he felt he could, safely. Was it too late? Had it been too long?Brian's eyes focused on the ceiling before he shut them and inhaled a low breath. For some inexplicable reason, gooseflesh crawled across his arms. He wasn't used to feeling panic. Dread. But since his birth in the shipping container, he had never thought that he would be denied by the one thing in the world that meant anything to him.His eyes popped open.Dexterwouldanswer. There was no other possible option. He was the only other person who understood the craving, had felt the urges. Brian had seen it in his eyes, even when Dexter was playing faithful and loving boyfriend. It was a facade, and a damn good one, but that didn't make it any less fake. And he had seen it again when they were in New York, sharing a kill, working in perfect tandem.But he was alone now, wasn't he? This was supposed to be the future he was working toward, but at the most crucial moment, it had broken, taken the wrong track.Then he heard Dexter's car and he sat up quickly, feeling himself relax.No. This was right. This was better. Thingswouldgo according to plan, and hastily Brian stood up, moving to silently tread to the door, frozen and silent save for the sounds of his own breathing. He chuckled humorlessly, leaning forward as he reached for the doorknob.That was Dexter's car. He will be standing there.And he was.Immediately, Brian surged forward, wrapping his arms tightly around his younger brother and pressing his face into the side of his neck, letting out a low groan."Thank God," he said quietly. "I was afraid that you were going to stand me up." |
Cough Drops and Corpses: A Dexter RP (SevenxWine) | Dexter had allowed himself to be distracted when he should have been vigilant, and he might have paid for his inattentiveness if things had gone differently. Of course, he hadexpectedBrian to be there, had expected that he would have to confront him he had even expected that he might be ambushed by his bigger brother, because really, it was whathewould have done if the roles had been reversed. He had expected everything except for what happened.Brian appeared in front of him, having thrown the door out of the way with such intensity that it bounced back against the wall Dexter's head snapped up, every muscle tensing in preparation for a fight, but what came was somehow the worst thing that could have happened. Instead of attacking like the predator he was, Brian strolled forward and wrapped his wiry arms around him, tugging him in and pressing his face into his throat Dexter could feel his eyelashes against his adam's apple.There was no fight. He was being held. He was being pulled into strong, warm arms, and held close to someone just like him, someone whoknew, whounderstood a monster just like him.And it felt good.Dexter wasn't sure where it came from, but he found himself saying:"No."A strange ache opened up in Dexter's chest, his hands sliding up to Brian's slim waist, gloved fingers curling against a narrow ribcage and he began to push, just a little he could feel Brian's muscles shifting under his palms, even through the leather, and suddenly the feeling of the other man's body against his own felt like too much he didn't know why. All he knew was that he had to get it away from him, or something inside of him was going to break.He moved his hands to Brian's upper arms instead, trying to minimize contact, trying to pull away, but Brian was strong for how thin he was,"No." Dexter repeated hoarsely, and his movements were suddenly more violent, like a startled animal, a wolf caught in a steel trap as he shoved Brian hard, bringing a knee up in a kidney shot. |
Cough Drops and Corpses: A Dexter RP (SevenxWine) | That brief moment that Dexter froze while Brian held him made the struggle, the fight to get him there worth it. The warmth of the other man's body against his own the fact it was his little brother's, little Dexter's, the boy he had promised his mom he would protect. Of course, 'protect' meant something a lot different now than it did when they were small children. No more scraped knees and bee stings.Brian would protect Dexter from himself. From the stupid Code that he followed so diligently. That was no way for someone likethemto live. It was beneath the both of them.He felt him start to shift away, but he didn't release him then, instead exhaling a reluctant, acknowledging sigh. Dex just wasn't ready. No matter how much hewantedhim to be ready, it would take a little time.And then Dexter made the blow to his kidney and Brian let out a muffled yell, releasing him and stumbling back. His eyes were wide as he stared at Dexter, his expression like a child whose feelings had been hurt, but he forced himself to relax, and when he smiled, it was toothy, weirdly white in the dark room."You're wearing your gloves," he said softly, catching his breath as he held his side, before he paced to the couch and took a seat. "You at least owe your big brother a cup of coffee before you take him out back and kill him, you know. It's not my fault you never answered any of my calls."So he had to convince Dexter, or die. He folded his hands into his lap and quirked an eyebrow at him."Shut the door behind you, would you? And wipe your feet." |
Cough Drops and Corpses: A Dexter RP (SevenxWine) | He watched intently as Brian stumbled back the strike was satisfying on two levels the first was the one that had been groomed by Harry Morgan, the one that told him bad people should be punished, and it was his job to do it. The remaining delight came from the Passenger, who had been craving any sort of contact with Brian, and seemed to relish the idea of scrapping with him again though, it was the one time his darkness didn't approve of killing someone the Passenger wanted to have Brian around.Wanted tokeephim however that would have to happen.You could just take the troublesome pieces off and keep the rest.Dexter's eyes fell down to his own hands, to the skin tight gloves that clung to his fingers, and his eyes moved back up as his brother offered a lightning fast smile that made him feel hungry. Dexter stood in place, fingers clenching and unclenching rhythmically, craving contact and a throat to squeeze, shoulders hunched, eyes boring into Brian everything about him right then told the dark tale of a predator looking for a fight but then Brian spoke again, and a perplexed expression crawled across Dexter's features. It was almost with disbelief that he watched Brian move across the room and slink down onto the couch, like a lazing cat.For a long moment, Dexter continued to stare at Brian, and as his brother watched him and remained seated so casually, Dexter couldn't help suddenly feeling stupid, and some part of him wanted to go back out the door, get in his car, and go back to bed. He couldn't help wondering if that was a normal reaction to family. Maybe.Regardless, he found himself numbly moving back to the door and closing it. As an after thought, he locked it, and the sound of the bolt sliding seemed to echo through an otherwise silent home. As he turned and moved towards the couch, he found himself suddenly hyper aware of the world around him, and he stood in front of Brian, staring down at him as he sat primly, expression shifting between the predatorial one, and something puzzled.For a long moment, there was complete silence, and then words slipped from Dexter before he could really think about them, even though they came out deadpan:"Deb always wanted a cat." he said. |
Cough Drops and Corpses: A Dexter RP (SevenxWine) | The perplexed expression on Dexter's face meant a lot to Brian at that moment. It meant that he hadn't made any real decisions yet perhaps he had decided, but he hadn'tdecided,not with conviction real enough to storm in there and take him out. It pleased him, but he didn't want to admit that much.Instead, he just watched Dexter with a muted smile as he moved to the couch and took a seat, before he leaned slightly to the side and, very lightly, rested his hand on his younger brother's wrist."Yeah, I know. She told me once," he mused, and then realized that perhaps Deb wasn't the best person to be talking about at the moment if he wanted to keep Dexter from killing him. He squeezed his wrist and then let go, leaned back a little on the couch and let his eyes cut briefly across the room."Kind of like old times, isn't it?" he murmured, finally looking back at Dexter. "If we could just reassemble mom we could have a nice little reunion by candlelight." His tone was light, ire, and he had to shake his head to get rid of the mental image of his mother, lifeless and stitched up like Sally on the love seat.Food. He didn't have any food. "There's some beer in the kitchen," he ventured finally, and idly the hand that was on Dexter's wrist pulled back to rub at his side where the knee had collided, and without segue he finished, "And what's it going to take to keep you from killing me? I'm willing to change, Dex. I'm trying." |
Cough Drops and Corpses: A Dexter RP (SevenxWine) | Dexter stared down at the hand on his wrist like it was something bizarre and foreign, the look of puzzlement remaining firmly in place, even as he looked to his brother's face again, staring at him intently. Eventually, he took a step back he wavered a little on the spot, gloved fingers flexing and clenching and wiggling at his sides as though he didn't know what to do with them, like an over energetic kid with nowhere to go."I don't really remember old times," Dexter said, and then his brow furrowed as he thought about the images that had come to him in his exploration of the home, so he added, "Much."Dexter was lingering he loomed, he took a few unsettled steps back and forth, pacing a small trail along the floorboards but never coming to close or straying too far from Brian, watching him the entire time, never looking away. Part of him had difficulty believing Brian was there, in front of him, even though all signs pointed to it being true his eyes followed Brian's hand to his side, observing him massage the spot where Dexter had landed a firm strike.Strange that Brian was showing discomfort especially around another predator.The offer of beer was tempting, if only because it was something to do with his hands and besides that, Rita had got him to like the foul stuff, feeding it to him in the ultimate display of a domestic life, handing him a cold beer when he came to her home after a long day of work, sitting down on the couch with him, putting a slender little arm around his shoulders and kissing him on the cheek.Sometimes she gave him a lot of them there were times he lost count of how many he'd had, but it inevitably ended with him doing things to Rita that he sometimes had trouble remembering, all he knew was that when he woke up in the morning with a foggy head, she always looked pleased with him. Beer was magical.Maybe it was the thought of Rita that made Dexter's eyes flash the way they did, but regardless of what thought had spurred it, his expression was suddenly more predatorial than ever."We don't change." Dexter said roughly, "We just adapt." |
Cough Drops and Corpses: A Dexter RP (SevenxWine) | Brian had only ever been drunk by himself. He wasn't willing to put himself in a position so vulnerable around anyone else, though he was good at pretending. It wasn't hard weave and slur enough and people would titter behind their hands that he had had a few too many. A normal man, part of good society.He didn't understand how Dexter wore it like skin instead of the mask that it was."Then I'm willing to adapt," Brian said, and his expression was sharp, serious. It had somehow moved away from the game that he hoped that it would be, but he had anticipated that. New York had been uneven ground. Dexter had nothing to lose there, but Miami? He was surrounded by things that he thought he loved, thought he cared about. If only Brian could prove otherwise.If only, if only."Everything I've done, Dexter," Brian said finally, words deliberate, "I did for you. That game that we played, the Ice Truck Killer... you enjoyed it, because I knew that you would. I got the wrong impression, brother. I misinterpreted. I thought I was doing what you wanted me to do." And he held his hands up then, hands pale, palms out in a show of peace, deference to Dexter."But I'm willing to do what it takes to to coexist. I'm not going to pretend that I like Harry " that son of a bitch " but it's not exactly like I had the chance, is it?" A slightly bitter tone tinted his words there. He had been too old. Unsalvagable. "I'm throat up here, Dexter. What else do you want me to do?" |
Cough Drops and Corpses: A Dexter RP (SevenxWine) | Dexter was still watching Brian, but his focus seemed somehow sharper Brian was trying to reason with him. Trying to negotiate.But he knew his brother wasn't really negotiatingfor his life that sort of thing was below Brian, he would never beg or plea for the sake of his life. He would, however, try to convince someone for other reasons and Dexter was painfully aware that Brian wanted to workwith him. The purpose behind all of it the Ice Truck Killer, dating Deb, and the disguise he wore to do it all, it had all been for the end game, for the moment where they were together, face to face, masks removed."I didn't even know you existed." Dexter said.Yet there he was sitting in front of him, slouching against the couch, the very picture of everything that wasright, the embodiment of the only honesty that Dexter could ever know, because so much of his life had been masks and feigned interest, and Brian was just Brian.Just like him.Whatdidhe want Brian to do? Join him? Fall in line, abandon the freedom and come with him, follow The code.Fuck the code. Fuck the crime lab and fuck morals and standards and ethics, fuck all of those stupid faces you have to make so people think you're not dead inside and fuck Harry Morgan and his fucking rules and you know what, fuck bowling shoes, too.Dexter was speechless. The Passenger was acting like a three year old. |
Cough Drops and Corpses: A Dexter RP (SevenxWine) | "I knew about you," Brian said softly, and he straightened up a little bit, took a tiny step toward Dexter. His face was soft now, eyes searching, but his expression was one of sincere, heartbreaking honesty. "I never forgot about you. Holding you in the cargo van. When they took you away from me, I didn't know what I was going to do. I had promise that I would keep you safe, and I couldn't even keep that promise to mom."Another tiny step forward small, ever small, because he didn't want to risk another shot to the kidneys. More importantly, he didn't want to scare Dexter away."From the moment I got out, all I wanted to do was find you." He spoke with fervor then, and his own hands clenched unconsciously at his sides. For just a bare moment, he shut his eyes and shuddered a little, forcing himself to calm down. "..but I've told you all this before, haven't I?" A little shakily, he raked his fingers through his hair.It was a bizarre feeling for him to be on unsteady ground. From the moment he had been birthed from the shipping container, he had decided to make the worldhis,to be in control of his environment. He had never realized that the people around him would be so easy to manipulate. Then again, when your feelings normally only ran as deeply as 'hunger' and 'boredom,' it was easy to see what made people tick, how to twist them around and between his fingers.But here.. here was pushed into the bizarro world where Dexter still existed, and despite their separation, was stilljust like him.Seeing Dexter face to face excited him in ways he had only been excited a handful of times in his life before, and that utter happiness cracked his face in a jagged sort of smile normally only reserved for anxious children Christmas morning."I never..neverforgot you," he finished. |
Cough Drops and Corpses: A Dexter RP (SevenxWine) | As Brian rose and began to approach him with slow, cautious steps, Dexter suddenly felt as though he was standing at the edge of a vast chasm, and with every step that his brother took towards him, a little more of the solid ground beneath him crumbled away. He could only stare at Brian, head tilted down very slightly, peering at him as he recounted their horrors and these days, Dexter could remember it in vivid detail, if he dared to think about it.The cargo container the darkness, the heat and the smell of rot and decay, the sticky feeling of inches of blood up around their hands and their knees, coagulating slowly over the course of the days they were in there. Brian had refused to let go of him, holding him tight, clinging to him, keeping him close more than anything, he remembered his brother's heart beat, the steady rhythm of it in the silence of the container it was the only reassurance in the endless dark, with the dead faces staring at them.With mom's head so close by, her pretty face frozen in perpetual horror, eyes wide and blank, with that broad slice across her cheek. She hadn't looked quite like mom anymore.He watched Brian intently, shoulders hunched like an animal preparing to fight back he watched, he waited.He watched as Brian's hand's twitched he watched him run his fingers back through his hair.He watched the smile, which suddenly seemed so brittle.Three year old Dexter Moser had been too young and too traumatized to remember much of anything he had suffered the ghost effects of what had happened, never knowing why he was the way he was, but mercifully not remembering the details. But Brian he had remembered it all, lived it from day to day of his miserable, short childhood going through one foster home after another, too troubled, his story too complicated for anyone to know how to help him at the time.And through all of it, Biney hadn't forgotten him had sought him out.Like the heartbeat in the darkness.Dexter wasn't sure when it happened, but he found himself suddenly close to Brian, stepping in, closing the space between them, standing so near that he could feel his brother's body heat, so close that their chests were nearly touching, his head cocked just slightly to the side, eyes roaming over a face that was close enough that he could count eyelashes. He didn't touch he looked, he ghosted close, muscles still tense with some unreleased energy, a predator exploring. |
Cough Drops and Corpses: A Dexter RP (SevenxWine) | The muscles on Brian's face relaxed, the smile going slack as Dexter stepped closer, and out of habit he grew tense while sinewy arms locked at his sides. He stared at Dexter, cocking his own head just a few degrees to the side as he studied the lines of his brother's face, and suddenly he was able to see with a startling clarity.Dexter, the idea of Dexter, often had him in a haze. Someone so perfect despite the imperfections someone who understood, but hadn't been wasted the way that he had been by the vivid memories of it. Brian's eyelids lowered slightly, though his body was still tensed, coiled, like a snake ready to strike, even as his eyes cut down to Dexter's chest, mesmerized by the way it swelled with each breath.As if also struck by the memory of heartbeats, Brian lifted his hand suddenly fingers curled slightly as he pressed it hard against the shirt of Dexter's chest, pitching forward very slightly. He watched his hand for a moment, then looked back up at Dexter, eyes narrowed, as if he were daring him to move away from that.Dexter was warm. It was not an unpleasant sensation. |
Cough Drops and Corpses: A Dexter RP (SevenxWine) | It was a simple motion, the hand that rose with great care to settle onto his shoulder he could feel his own heart thudding against his chest wall and he knew Brian was feeling it too like he had followed Dexter's thoughts, he was also thinking about the heartbeat. He was thinking about the crate where they had been left like animals, left to die.And something had died in them that day they just never got to know exactly what it was. They had entered it as normal children, scared for their lives, screaming for their mother, mourning and sobbing and wailing at her violent end as it happened right in front of them.And then they had left the crate at something else entirely. Still physically children, but with something torn out of them, left inside the crate with all of the blood and the bits and pieces of people.Brian said that was the day they had been born. Dexter felt it was when he had been killed and turned into the thing he was now.He looked up and found Brian's eyes narrowed in something like an aggressive challenge Brian's darkness communicated with Dexter's on a level that he couldn't understand, but without knowing why he was doing it, Dexter suddenly swatted Brian's hand away from his chest, causing them to fall against eachother, bumping chest to chest before Dexter gave Brian a hard shove backwards. He stalked towards his brother again, slow and predatorial but then he stopped himself. He stood in place then, motionless, but still watching Brian,"I want you to come with me." Dexter said hoarsely, "Tomorrow night. We'll meet here. I need you to help me bag some garbage." |
Cough Drops and Corpses: A Dexter RP (SevenxWine) | It wasn't in Brian's nature to yield. He did not go belly up, he didn't show his throat so when Dexter shoved him back, his first reaction was to pounce, bite, kill. Self imposed restraint left him almost breathless, though, as he threw his own shoulders back and stared at Dexter with an angry challenge on his face. He rose, nearly brought to a boil before Dexter spoke, and again he was winded, the anger in bubbling in his throat giving way to a gasp of a laugh.He leaned forward, tucking his chin down, and his expression was approving."Alright," Brian said finally, and he leaned back to slide his hands into his pockets. The moment was over he wouldn't touch him again tonight, wouldn't push him again. He'd made leeway at least enough that he believed Dexter wanted to kill with him, not killhim.He had seen the look on his brother's face and recognized it, and he wasn't afraid. Just excited.He turned from him then, sitting back onto the couch and turning to stretch out, and as hard as his own heart was pumping blood in his chest, the look Brian gave Dexter was a look of almost drowsy satisfaction."I'll be here with bells on," he murmured with a lopsided smile, folding his arms behind his head and getting comfortable, apparently settling for sleep. "And if you'll do me a favor, Dex.. don't let anyone know that I'm in town? I'm here on private business." He cut his eyes from Dexter to the door, his position giving him a perfect vantage point for seeing both it and out the shaded windows.Tomorrow night. The idea of getting to kill with Dexter again made him shiver. |
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Assassin's Creed: Altair's Past (CrystalFox and Dakol) | In the year 1186, the young Novice Assassin had been on a few missions for his Master, Al Mualim. Before becoming coldhearted and ruthless, he had met his first actual target. He had not expected it to be someone he would he soon love very much...Name:Altair Ibn La Ahad Age:20Weight:155 lbs.Height:6'1"Appearance:Dark skinned and handsome, though he hides it beneath a white hood. Dark green eyes pierce his victims souls, though they become soft toward women. He rarely takes off his hood, and when he does, his black hair is shaved short. The most interesting bit of information about him is his missing left ring finger...Personality:Calm, collective, and courteous, but becomes determined to finish any mission he is given.Other:Has a silver sword by his left hip, and a small collection of daggers by his chest. "That tower?"the young man asked the man covered by a white scarf, pointing to a somewhat tall tower in front of him. Altair moved his fingers slowly, pumping blood through them as he nodded. His first assassination target was in that tower, in the highest room. For him, it was easy to do as he sprinted upon a collection of boxes to the rooftops and made his way to the tower. He was growing excited, for now was the chance to show Al Mualim he was arealAssassin.He clambered onto the roof connected by his location, and wall ran up to the lowest window, climbing skillfully. His breath then became labored halfway through, but didn't stop to rest he needed to finish his assignment! |
Assassin's Creed: Altair's Past (CrystalFox and Dakol) | Said tower was the home to a very lovely singer with the stage name Iris. At the age of 22 the woman was already quite well known. She was a tall slender thing with waist length raven black locks. Often times pulled back in a braid so it framed her aristocratic features and gave emphasis to her almond shaped eyes. When asked she would often say they were blue, which they indeed were but it was such a dark blue it seemed black at times.Why someone wanted her dead was uncertain, after all she wasn't a mean individual. A bit headstrong, stubborn, and argumentative but surely nothing that warrented her death? Singing softly she sat before her mirror brushing out her hair, dressed in a white shift that hid her body from prying eyes. After all one could never be sure who was watching...."Such a lovely morning, I think I may go for walk later."she said as she looked out the large balconey window smiling softly. |
Assassin's Creed: Altair's Past (CrystalFox and Dakol) | Altair grunted softly as he quickly climbed the windows. Soon enough, he saw the balcony that held his target inside. His excitement grew more and his heart began to thump inside his chest as he grabbed the rail of the balcony while his target wasn't looking. He planted his feet on the stone ledge and crouched while still on it, his eyes trying to focus on the figure inside the building. From an inside viewpoint, he looked like a shadowy angel of death, the white of his eyes staring at his victim. |
Assassin's Creed: Altair's Past (CrystalFox and Dakol) | Iris cocked her head to the side pausing in the rythmic strokes. She'd only looked outside a moment ago and nothing was there. It had to be her imagination, of that much she was certain. Finishing with her hair she stood and gazed and herself in the mirror for a breif moment before turning away. She crossed his like of site gliding like some sort of angel and when she turned to go out on the balconey her gaze focused on him, but rather then be afraid she was irratated."Do you mind!" she snapped."I swear it gets worse everyday...these are my personal quarters, if you want an autograph come to my next show. No need to scale the tower walls!" |
Assassin's Creed: Altair's Past (CrystalFox and Dakol) | At the moment she began to talk, the wind howled in Altair's ears, blocking his sense of hearing as well as sight. Time to move without moving yet, he flicked his left wrist and pulled his pinkie finger down. Instantly a long, well crafted blade jutted out where his ring finger was supposed to be and gleamed in the sunlight. He then stepped down and began his stride towards his target. |
Assassin's Creed: Altair's Past (CrystalFox and Dakol) | The female frowned gently as he just remained crouched on the edge of her balcony."What are you...?"So focused on that she wasn't aware of the blade until the sunlight caught it and she gasped and backed up. This wasn't an admirer, this was a killer and he was obviously after her. Refusing to remain frozen she ran sliding across the expensive carpets and trying to locate the dagger she always kept near her. Somehow she doubted that she'd survive but she had to try. |
Assassin's Creed: Altair's Past (CrystalFox and Dakol) | Altair entered the room and smirked, quietly whispering three words for before the kill and after. He then sprinted towards his target, where the light suddenly left his eyes and saw that it was...agirl. A young woman who, by the looks of it, was a bit older than he was. His left hand was poised to strike her throat, but stopped his legs from moving any further."You...you're..."he said quietly, refusing to let down his blade but relzed a bit. |
Assassin's Creed: Altair's Past (CrystalFox and Dakol) | Her eyes were shut tightly waiting for the death blow, but it never came. Opening one dark blue orb she blinked delicatly eyeing the blade at her neck."I'm a what?"she questioned her voice nothing more then a whisper as her eyes flicked up to meet his. What had made him heisitate she wondered? Though she was thankful none the less. Desipte the situation she couldn't help but notice beneath the hood he had lovely eyes. |
Assassin's Creed: Altair's Past (CrystalFox and Dakol) | "A... a woman,"Altair breathed. Pulling down his pinkie again, the blade retracted and vanished down his sleeve. He backed off,"Good Lord...I almost..."he said quietly, then looked at the woman and turned around to leave. |
Assassin's Creed: Altair's Past (CrystalFox and Dakol) | He'd spared her life because she was a female? Expelling the breath she'd been holding she touched his shoulder."Wait a moment, why were you planning on killing me in the first place?"Surely if he was a murderer of some kind he'd have killed her regaurdless, but something about the way he moved....it was almost like he'd been trained to kill. Still a question remained if that was the case. Why would a trained murderer be after a singer? |
Assassin's Creed: Altair's Past (CrystalFox and Dakol) | Altair froze for a moment as the girl touched his shoulder. He turned his gaze on her then stepped away, climbing onto the ledge of the balcony quickly."We do not kill women,"he told her before facing out and preparing to test his luck a leap of faith, he guessed . |
Assassin's Creed: Altair's Past (CrystalFox and Dakol) | "Wait who is we? Please do not tell me your going to jump. No need to kill yourself because you cant kill me!"her dark blue eyes widened slightly at the idea of any one trying to jump from such a hieght and there was nothing to break his fall that she was aware of."If you need leave at least use the servant passage to the gardens, no one will see you!"why was she being so nice to someone who tried to kill her was a mystery, but this man...intrigued her. |
Assassin's Creed: Altair's Past (CrystalFox and Dakol) | Altair ignored her request, and looked down. The path was clear, so it was now or never."Goodbye,"he told her, a bead of sweat traveling down his forehead. He had never done this before, but there was a first time for everything... Suddenly, an eagle flew overheard and called out a high pitched sound. That was his cue. With a sigh of tension, he stepped forward and fell down, the wind once again howling in his ears. Quickly, he landed in a moving cart of hay and vanished into the crowd of Jerusalem. |
Assassin's Creed: Altair's Past (CrystalFox and Dakol) | Iris ran over to the edge of the balconey and watched him fall sighing in relief when the hay cart caught him."What a strange man."she muttered softly turning her attention to the large doors when she heard a knock. It made her jump, obviously she'd been more frightened then she first assumed because her heart was pounding and she was suddenly very worried for her life."Don't forget you have a performance in the square tonight!" the voice called and she sighed."I know Remi, I'll be ready...." |
Assassin's Creed: Altair's Past (CrystalFox and Dakol) | Altair argued with his master back at Masyaf, the castle next to Jerusalem. After a heated argument, Al Mualim suggested him to take the day to relax and go into the city. The young man had no choice but to accept, for if he didn't, he would be suspended. Altair took his equipment anyway for the slight occasion for the need to defend himself, and rode into the city. For some reason, however, he absolutelycould nottake his mind off that young woman... |
Assassin's Creed: Altair's Past (CrystalFox and Dakol) | Being a perfomer was not without it's perks, since she didn't strip, people respected her. However she was known to wear lose fitting cloths that often times displayed her midrift. As he rode into the city he was see a group of children running to the square."Hurry, we're going to miss Iris!"one exclaimed as they joing the throng of people circiling the square. In the middle she stood a veil obscuring her face singing a sweet love song her voice lilting and percise. There was already a heft sum of coin around her feet. |
Assassin's Creed: Altair's Past (CrystalFox and Dakol) | Altair noticed the group of children rushing past him, and decided to follow. After all, his master said he needed to relax. Dismounting his horse and leaving it in the stables, he followed the children to the large square where a large crowd was already situated. He moved between the people easily like water around rocks until he was just in front a line of guards, obviously protecting the woman called Iris from harm. Altair sighed with contentment as he listened to her heavenly voice, closing his eyes to just hear her words. His heartbeat slowed to a comfortable pace and watched Iris with enraptured eyes. |
Assassin's Creed: Altair's Past (CrystalFox and Dakol) | She moved from one song to the next, some about love, others about pain. Each one brought tears of joy, sadness, love in the eyes of her audiance. When she finished the crowd roard with applause and she bowed the gaurd seperating and when she looked up her eyes met his and a flash she gasped softly backing up but recovering quickly."Thank you everyone for your kindess."she called out"Please enjoy the rest of your evening."the men in the crowed groaned in distress as the crowd began to disperse. Almost right away the gaurds began gathering the money that lay before her."I didn't expect to see you again..."she commented softly not looking up at him. |
Assassin's Creed: Altair's Past (CrystalFox and Dakol) | Altair noticed the gasp during her finish when she saw him, and wondered why. He looked at her in confusion when she spoke to him."What do you mean? I have never !"he then realized who she was and backed away a step, glancing at the guards before looking at Iris. |
Assassin's Creed: Altair's Past (CrystalFox and Dakol) | "Who is this Iris?"one of the gaurd said as he eyed the strange man with suspicion."Is he the one that broke into your room?"she rolled her eyes and scoffed."I don't recall saying anyone broke into my room Remi and most certainly not him, where on earth did you get that?"It was the truth to she hadn't said a word about anyone sneaking into her rooms earlier that day and no one should've known. A strange look crossed her face but she mentioned nothing about it."He's just a fan of mine...that's all."writing something down and a scrap of paper she handed it to him."Here is my autograph enjoy."However it wasn't an autograph he saw when he looked down it was a note.Remi is the one who wants me dead, I'm worried he'll try to do it himself. Please help.but the urgency was hidden behind the mask she wore."Lets get going before it grows dark, did we gather all the money?"and they all walked off. |
Assassin's Creed: Altair's Past (CrystalFox and Dakol) | Altair looked at the "autograph" and exhaled sharply. Only one way to know for sure... he closed his eyes and mind off from everything else around him, and after a moment open everything again, and it changed. Every person he could see was lightly tinted with a different color, based on their true intentions. Iris was a bright white, which meant she wasn't a definite harm to him, and the guards were... well, guards. They were dark blue. And Remi was a bright red Altair growled gently at this and nodded slightly to her."Thank you Iris... I will cherish this forever,"he said humbled before turning around and walking away. He now needed to follow Iris and Remi to make sure she was safe, so he traveled to the place he knew best: rooftops. |
Assassin's Creed: Altair's Past (CrystalFox and Dakol) | The remaining gaurds broke away as the approched her home, more or less. Leaving her and Remi, who was her personal bodygaurd alone in the courtyard. Iris hadn't said a word to him the entire walk and it was beginning to irk the man. They hadn't discussed why he knew about the break in, and it was no or never. Because if she told the authorities he was as good as dead. Slipping a knife from his belt he prepared to strike her from behind. Iris turned and her eyes widened."So it was you...."she whispered softly. A heartbroken look crossed her eyes,"Why?"but she never got an answer because the dagger was swinging downwards aimed at her heart. |
Assassin's Creed: Altair's Past (CrystalFox and Dakol) | Altair trailed them carefully, his eyes eyes always on Remi as he stalked the rooftops, jumping shortly to another building until they came to her courtyard. He listened to their conversation and looked at Remi. He whispered the three words once again and began scaling down on the beams until he was above the two. Stepping off the beam, he dropped off and hit the ground between them and stood up. This happened after Remi raised the dagger, and allowed Altair to grab his wrist and twist it roughly to force him to let go of the blade. |
Assassin's Creed: Altair's Past (CrystalFox and Dakol) | The heavy set male jerked as the dagger fell to the ground and he growled."You couldn't do it so I will!"glaring he moved to strike the other male with his free wrist. Iris backed up her eyes widening, she hadn't even seen him until he landed. The woman wasn't even sure why Remi wanted her dead in the first place. It was actually rather frightening. However it was obvious her bodygaurd was still trying very hard to get to her and she backed up more her unable to pull her eyes away from the two men. |
Assassin's Creed: Altair's Past (CrystalFox and Dakol) | Altair smirked and noticed Remi's other hand. With a slight twitch, he applied pressure on his wrist and snapped it upwards. Using the staggering pain to his advantage, he spun around and pushed him down."Why are you trying to kill her..?"he asked calmly, his eyes piercing into Remi's. |
Assassin's Creed: Altair's Past (CrystalFox and Dakol) | He gritted his teeth in pain the large man unable to handle the sudden break. "The little bitch caused the death of my father!"he managed to yell and judging by the shocked expressin on Iris's face she had no idea what he was talking about."How did I cause the death of much of anyone Remi?"The slender woman honestly had no idea what he was talking about."You killed him! And you deserve to die as well!"he growled lunging at her despite the position. |
Assassin's Creed: Altair's Past (CrystalFox and Dakol) | Altair growled,"Explain,"he growled, applying more pressure on his throat and threatening to have the hidden blade come out. |
Assassin's Creed: Altair's Past (CrystalFox and Dakol) | "I will explain nothing, kill me. My brothers will be after her next!"Iris's eyes widened marginally and she swallowed looking around the empty courtyard."Brothers? You never told me you had brothers..."Perhaps he'd confused her with someone else? She wouldn't be able to live with herself if she caused the death of anyone, much less the father of someone she considered a friend. |
Open to Something New {Skeith Takahata II & Fate} | The streets of Luca weren't quite as crowded as Yuna had expected. People still crowded the streets, pausing here or there to talk of the latest Blitzball game, or to discuss their love lives, or even to mention how things had been at work. The milling noise of the dozens of people felt odd to her, especially after spending so much time with just her companions on the Gullwings. Now though, the ex summoner had some time to herself, and had elected to come here.She reached down onto her side, above where her gun holders were, and felt her money bag. Several thousand gil were nestled in there, and that was just the largest bag. Most of the merchants would give her credit anyway, due to her reputation and numerous good deeds. She rarely took advantage of it, though now she considered it.The girl strolled along the shops, ambling toward the market district. there she paused to peer into windows, eying the displays, wondering just what she should look for. It sometimes felt as though she wore nothing but the clothes produced by dress spheres, especially the gunner outfit she wore now. To have something else sounded almost pleasant. But should she be spending money on something like that?Yuna leaned back, biting her lip for a moment, hedging. Without turning, she began walking down the street, eyes still glued to the display of clothing. She'd barely made it a few steps when she ran into someone, sending them both sprawling. Apologies leaked out of Yuna as she tried to see who it was she'd just so rudely encountered, and a blush already formed on her cheeks. |
Open to Something New {Skeith Takahata II & Fate} | Alexandria Thanatoshad been visiting Luca for the Blitzball Tournament. Ever since Lady Yuna and her guardians had defeated Sin permanantly she found herself at a loss for what to do with her life. The Chocobo Knights weren't needed in a world so peaceful and as a result she had been given an indefinate leave from her unit.The shops had dazzling clothing available for purchase, although she only had enough gil to do a little shopping. She still had to afford a boat ride back home. She did her best to stay out of the way of the passing citizcens who were going about their business, however found herself colliding with another individual. She fell back onto the ground with a painful thud. "Hey! Watch where you're..." She halted her speech when she saw that the other person was none other than Lady Yuna herself."Forgive me Lady Yuna!" She said quickly before scrambling to her feet and bowing before her. "I was being careless!" She said, a blush forming on her face from having nearly scolded Lady Yuna. |
Open to Something New {Skeith Takahata II & Fate} | "No, no, really," Yuna hopped to her feet, smiling as she moved over to the girl. "It was my fault. Don't worry about it, really .I wasn't watching where I was going."The ex summoner had started to hold out a hand to help the other girl up, or possibly to greet her, but was instead surprised to find the girl actually bowing toward her. It caught Yuna by surprise, and she jerked back the hand, staring at the woman as she bowed. It wasn't too long ago that nearly every person Yuna met reacted like that. to see someone doing it now though, when it had been so long since she could rightfully be called "Lady Yuna.""No, no, it's fine," Yuna waved for the other girl to stop, "Don't worry about the bowing, really. Um, I'm Yuna, but I guess you already know that. So, um, what's your name?"Yuna smiled, folding her arms behind her and rocking back on her heels, hoping that the other girl would turn out to be friendly. At least she could stop bowing. |
Open to Something New {Skeith Takahata II & Fate} | "Are you sure, milady?" She asked in disbelief.'How modest.'The crimson haired knight quickly stood up again. "Me? My name is Lt. Alexandria Thanatos of the Chocobo Knights." She said with a great amount of pride. "It's my pleasure to make your acquaintance." She said in a pleasant tone.The tall woman tried to shake the awkward feeling she felt addressing Yuna as an equal, and forced herself to strike up a conversation. "If you don't mind my asking, what brings you to Luca?" She asked politely, albeit nervously. |
Open to Something New {Skeith Takahata II & Fate} | "Wow, that's, that's impressive," Yuna's eyes widened for a few seconds. she hadn't even realized that there were any chocobo knights left, let alone ones traveling through Luca. She supposed she should have been used to being surprised by now, what with everything she'd seen. "Well, I'm just Yuna now, of the Gullwings."The girl shrugged, still moving a bit. It sounded like the barriers between them would lower a bit, at the least. Good, the last thing Yuna wanted was to try and convince someone not to be concerned with the whole summoning business again. She'd had quite enough of that."I was just, you know," Yuna shrugged, waving a hand toward the store, "shopping. For clothes and stuff. You're welcome to join me, if you'd like. I mean, you don't have to, but I'd certainly appreciate the company. I could make it up to you, for bumping into you and stuff." |
Open to Something New {Skeith Takahata II & Fate} | A blush rose on Alexandria's face for a brief moment. "Please, you needn't make up for anything." She said quickly. "No harm done." She said with an uneasy chuckle. "Although I would be honored to accompany you." She said graciously. "Where to first, Yuna?" It was a little difficult to call the former summoner and saviour of the planet by her first name. However, Yuna seemed eager to strike up a new friendship. |
Open to Something New {Skeith Takahata II & Fate} | "Yes I do! I'm the one who bumped into you, not the other way around," insisted the ex summoner, nodding her head emphatically. Of course, she'd always felt like she needed to make things up to people, but this time, she knew she actually should. Especially with all the bowing and scraping that Alexandria kept doing."Well, um, that's a good question," admitted Yuna. She turned to look up and down the streets, hedging. She wasn't exactly sure what she wanted to buy just yet, only knowing that she wanted something new to wear. Plus she'd never really gotten a chance to explore the markets of Luca before. "Um, do you know where there's a good clothing store? I was hoping to get something that's not attached to a sphere..." |
Open to Something New {Skeith Takahata II & Fate} | Alexandria shrugged. "I'm afraid I don't come to Luca very frequently nor do I spend much time shopping." She said with a small sigh as she rubbed the back of her head. "I suppose we could wander and see what we find." Her hand moved to adjust and correct her armor as she spoke. Truth be told, Alexandria didn't own much clothing outside of her uniform. The unit was her life, she never had enough down time for shopping. Until recently. |
That Wasn't Supposed to Happen ( DudeGuy and iridium248 ) | It was time for the operation to begin. For weeks, Bai Lan had been tracking a man they suspected of having information on RAPT that could prove useful in the near future. Sei was tasked with getting that information, and if at all possible, capturing the man. It was quite possible that he had even more information that he could give up after some. . .thorough persuasion. Their task was quite simple the man had been tracked to a bar near the river front. Meg would be used as a decoy, to seduce and ultimately disable the man quietly. Jo was on standby, and would be awaiting the go ahead to spring into action and create a disturbance so that the man could be extracted and they could leave. She sat with Amy in the red sports car she used to move around when she did not want to be noticed, as a giant blue trailer would have been a dead giveaway that something was up. Meg was getting into place now, while Jo was lingering around outside of the bar, ready to cause mayhem at the drop of a pin. There was one thing that Sei was worried about though, and that was Meg's annoying knack of getting into trouble in situations like this one. If that happened, there were several contingency plans in place. This was an operation that had to succeed, no matter what happened. Hopefully, things would not reach that point. Conditions here seemed favorable enough. Outside of the usual suspicious characters hanging around, there weren't that many people around. It was usually quiet during this time of night, before people got drunk and decided to start blasting whatever they thought would look better with a few bullets holes and hot lead inside of it. She wasn't all that worried about herself or Amy in this situation, as the windows of the car were bullet proof and the vehicle had a very sturdy build. They would be fine, unless of course, a Cybot decided to use the car as a landing strip or for target practice. Call her conceited, but Sei was more than confident in her driving skills. "We're ready whenever you are Meg," she said into the communication decide Amy prepared. Inside of the bar was a very different story. There were people everywhere, smoking, drinking, laughing, have as good of a time as they possibly could. People all over the places were playing drinking games, some seemed to be enjoying a game of Russian Roulette. People who didn't value their lives or the lives of others. This was one of the most dangerous places in Tokyo, not that Tokyo wasn't a dangerous place in and of itself. Of course, they were all armed to the teeth and none of them would hesitate to pull a gun on anyone here. The target was a man they knew only by the name of Tanaka. He was a heavy set man with messy hair that looked to be a bit. . .greasy. It was not at all attractive looking, which would only make it harder for Meg to hit on him than it already would be. A job was a job though. The sooner it was done, the sooner they could get on to doing whatever else Bai Lan needed them to do. |
That Wasn't Supposed to Happen ( DudeGuy and iridium248 ) | Meg:The bar, 'Rapture':Inside, the place was lit by glow globes and hanging lanterns, each private booth and dining table surrounded by fluttering drapes of white silk, magnifying the lamplight, creating a creamy, flowing texture like vellum. The twitching brazier light cast a crimson, almost hellish illumination of the pitch black floor below, creating the eerie sensation of falling through space...At a corner table, a pale, long fingered hand curled around the stem of a wineglass, bringing it up to ruby red lips As she set it back on the glossy black table, Meg *stretched* languorously, displaying the curvaceous tightness of her silky crimson cheongsam Beneath the long, trailing hem, her coltish legs whispered as the lovely redhead crossed them, enticing flashes of creamy thigh flickering through teasing gaps !There was a gentlescrapeof fabric, inaudible as Meg leaned back in her chair with a sigh, the charms that lined her bound hair clinking against her hairpins, in a gentle surussation Appearing, all the world, to be thoroughly *bored* Idly, her fingers drummed a gentle tattoo on the obsidian surface of the table A distinctive code that meant 'Target in *sight*.'Now, seduction's a complex thing Too little, and the target doesn't even *know* he's being, well, targeted Too much, too soon, and it's all too clear that *something* is wrong...It takes an exquisite balance between subterfuge and interest, the gentle pressure of one's attention to oh so *carefully* draw the eye...Meg, however, was *incredibly* good at it. Right now, though, the lovely redhead's nostrils wrinkled, just a little, as she considered the greasy looking man she was *supposed* to be putting the moves on A burly middle ager, slowly letting himself going to seed Nother type.Notat all *Why* aren't there any *handsome* targets?she pondered, glancing briefly skyward as she slid her chair back Steeling herself for what came next! It was simple enough Just get the absolutely grotendous guy away from his buddies...And Jo would take care of the rest, the way she *always* did!"We're ready whenever you are, Meg,"Sei's voice crackled, as if the woman herself was whispering in Meg's ears Indeed, the complex charms strung in her ponytail concealed a fairly sophisticated audio suite, keyed to both transmit *and* receive...The wonders of miniaturization! "Copy that " Meg murmured, her voice low, lilting...The legs of her chair scraping against the tiles as she stood...A girl *alone* in this bar, the favorite watering hole of the criminal underworld, was rare enough An absolutely *lovely* one even more so! It wasn't a surprise that Tanaka's head turned as she drifted past She could *feel* his gaze lingering on her, then her back, as she took a slow, indirect route to the bar...Taking care to brush one silky hip against him as she moved past!A quick, heartfelt, if a trifle slurred, "Oh, I'm *so* sorry!" parting her full lips, clearly the worse for drink With the delicate, mincing grace of a woman who wasn't *quite* drunk enough yet, Meg crossed to the dance floor She'd had his attention, after all, his eyes roving over her lissome form as she swayed in time to the music, seemingly *entirely* entranced by the barely legal beauty before him |
That Wasn't Supposed to Happen ( DudeGuy and iridium248 ) | Lovely wasn't what Tanaka would have used to describe Meg. No, the red haired young woman was much too beautiful for that. Angelic. That was a word that successfully captured the essence of her. Any woman who was able to look at him and not gag was worthy of the title "lovely", but angelic was reserved for a young woman of such magnificence as she. Her face was perfect, her lips were plump and looked as if they were awaiting his own. Luscious was the only word he could use to describe her body. He just couldn't take his eyes off of her as she walked towards him, the dark brown optics following the sway of her hips. As she brushed up against him, he felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. Just like that, he was under her spell. "Oh, no, I'm. . .why don't you have a seat, let me buy you another drink or two," he said. For a man who was so unattractive, who was involved in such shady dealings, Tanaka certainly came across as a gentleman. Then again, it very well could have been an act, a ploy on his part to get her to drop his guard so that he could have his way with her. At this point, he was so enamored with her presence here at his side that he didn't care what he intended on doing. Tonight, there was a good possibility that he would be getting lucky tonight, and he did not want to mess up that possibility by thinking about the situation too much. Jo was a bit anxious now. She stood outside of the bar impatiently tapping her foot. Obviously, she didn't like the fact that Meg was in the bar with the creep who was working with RAPT all alone. If it were up to her, she would have blasted the bar apart to scare the piss out of the man, then threaten his life and force him to give up the information they needed. Sei insisted on not making an enemy out of most of the criminal underworld in Tokyo, which squashed that idea flat. With a visual on Meg now lost, Jo couldn't help but to feel more uneasy. The only thing she could do was wait until Meg gave the signal for them to spring the trap. |
That Wasn't Supposed to Happen ( DudeGuy and iridium248 ) | "Ah Sucha gentleman " Meg cooed, pressing slim fingers to her lips to stifle a giggle And ohick, he *really* was older than she'd thought, those exquisite tailored clothes not *quite* hiding his sagging gut...No more than the coiffed hairpiece hid the fact that he was *balding*...Still, the lovely redhead flashed him a fetching smile as she slid smoothly into the seat, her ponytail snaking against her sleek back, green eyes twinkling with amusement Sending *all* the right signals!It was *entirely* clear that she was either a party girl, or simply slumming it for the night Looking for Mr. Right Now to take her home, and not particularly *caring*...As long as there was a *good* time at the end of it!A measure of amber fluid splashed into a proferred shot glass, slid eagerly across the table to her And Meg resisted the urge to look around for Jo, reminding herself that her partners were ready to bundle Mr. Tanaka off at the drop of a hat... On second thought, maybe a drink wouldn't be such a bad idea. She was going to need to be at *least* a little drunk to pull this off...She lifted her glass, in a brief toast, meeting his gaze again Then *drank*, draining it in a single draught, her face going red as the scalding spirit cascaded down her throat! It went down warming, and hit her stomach with a heated glow, spreading and waking up her limbs, muscles and skin tingling.spreading out into her limbs Meg's gaze seemed greener than ever as she *stretched*, with a low sigh of satisfaction And it was entirelynaturalto respond, even as color spread in her face, her motions becoming, without conscious thought, *just* that little bit more sensual, the tip of her pointed shoe *accidentally* brushing against his leg |
That Wasn't Supposed to Happen ( DudeGuy and iridium248 ) | A woman like Meg was completely out of his league. Tanaka wasn't stupid, he knew that. As entranced as he was by her, there was a part of him that was telling him that he needed to be careful with her. What started out as a night of fun could quickly turn into his worst nightmare. The only way he could know for sure, either way, was to go along with what was happening. He would have his answer soon enough. The man offered her a smile as he took another shot, the alcohol giving him some much needed liquid courage. A few shots later, and he seemed to be in the same state that he had been in when she first bumped into one another. It was clear that Tanaka could hold his liquor, so waiting for him to become plastered would be useless. It would be wise for the plan to move forward soon. "So, my dear, how about you and I leave this place? I'm not one to brag, but my place is quite nice. I believe it'd suit your tastes much more than this dump," he said, ignoring the glare that the bar owner was shooting his way. "He's taken the bait," Sei said, biting down on her thumbnail. So far, so good. For their sake, she was hoping that things continued as well as they started. For once, it would be nice to complete a job without Cybots destroying parts of town, or unnecessary bloodshed. She would have even liked to avoid expending a single round from a gun, but since the plan called for Jo to turn the bar into a giant bullet hole, she knew that it was impossible for such a thing to happen. Still, there was no denying that Meg had an annoying knack of getting into trouble at the worst possible time. So long as Jo remained close enough to see her, Sei was sure that things would be fine. The bond that the two of them had was a strong one, and she knew that there was no way Jo would let anything happen to Meg. "Amy, just in case things don't go well, find out where he lives and get the floor plans. If worst comes to worst, we need to be prepared." Though she had confidence in the skills of all of the girls, she needed to have a back up plan just in case. |
That Wasn't Supposed to Happen ( DudeGuy and iridium248 ) | Another glass, and the world was looking decidedly better through a warm, liquid haze of alochol Though Meg was beginning to wonder, now, whether he wasreallyas drunk as he'd initially appeared! It was an effort to concentrate on his words, now The lovely redhead shifted in her seat, fanning herself with a hand Feeling *just* a little warm..."So, my dear, how about you and I leave this place? I'm not one to brag, but my place is quite nice. I believe it'd suit your tastes much more than this dump,""R e a l l y?" Meg cooed, her deep blue eyes going *very* wide with mock surprise "Oh, I couldn'tpossibly " she began, hesitantly, biting her lip, and turning away coyly...But then her gaze went back to him, and she giggled. "Tanaka san, you really *are* too sweet !"She clasped her hands with every sign of excitement, her chest *heaving* against the front of her tight crimson cheongsam as she took a *deep* breath Those sapphire eyes shimmering, as she turned away coyly...Clearly *entirely* charmed by his oh so obvious wealth!*******************Lounging against the bar Or at least *trying* to Jo swirled her drink, her gloved fingers wrapped around the snifter. "*God*, he's disgusting," the silver haired beauty muttered. "Just be careful, Meg...Be *careful*..." Only the thought that this was adelicateoperation prevented her from unleashing absolute small arms hellfire onto the bar in general and Tanaka in specific...And now she was going to have to *watch* them walk out, Meg clinging to his arm and giggling, like a trophy While praying that the others were up to the task...*******************"Amy, just in case things don't go well, find out where he lives and get the floor plans. If worst comes to worst, we need to be prepared.""Mmmmm ?" Amy's heels thumped against the side of her seat, the one she'd been distractedly kicking as she fidgeted She'd never had much to do *on* an operation itself, most of her job coming before or after...And she'd been *thrilled* to finally be able to go along on one ...It was just that she'd never expected it to be so, so...*boring*! All she'd done was to sit there, while Meg chatted up some sleazy guy in a bar..."Hai hai, obaa chan " she chirped, her brown eyes sparking At least she'd have something to *do* now, instead of just *sitting* here ! The bell affixed to her pastel pink blouse and shorts chimed as Amy rested her laptop on her knees, unreeling the thin cable of the fiber optic wire...And a recent new addition, the VR headset! It was bleeding edge tech...One that let the user dive *into* the system itself, and slip *effortlessly* through the datastream But not without *some* risks, like being *entirely* more vulnerable...Not that it mattered to Amy, one of the best hackers in the world!"Here I go !" she announced, slipping the visor over her eyes Then, quite abruptly, she went limp, as the world faded, filling with the swirling blue data of the 'Net... |
Closed Roleplay. | Stephanie stood at 4 feet 10 inches, not particularly tall, but still there was room in her growing fourteen year old body for another growth spurt, enough to hopefully surpass five feet. Her strawberry blonde hair pulled back and done up in a pony tail. Stephanie was a pok mon trainer, she had been for some time now, her companions that she had been travelling with had parted ways with her at the previous town. She had heard about the carnival at the town, she had been to the carnival three years ago when she had been a much newer trainer. For nearly four years Stephanie had been travelling, most of those days were either camped out under the stars in the wild or in a tent when the weather was not so kind, the others were at Pok centers, either slumped in those horrible plastic chairs or in an actual bed when she had the money. She was not the best pok mon trainer in terms of battling skills, her hope wasnt to remain a trainer however, she wanted to become a TV reporter and by travelling and being self sufficient she hoped that she would one day get her chance, after all she now knew alot about the world at least the parts she had travelled.Having picked up some money her Dad had left in her bank account as a gift, she was going to enjoy her time at the carnival. There were so many rides that she wanted to enjoy, so many activities to engage in and try out all the food. First off however she had to eat. Today she had money, and she was in the middle of a carnival, to hell with her diet and healthy eating. It was time to indulge in those forbidden oh so delicious morsels of bliss she rarely had and to top it all off, cover it with chocolate sauce, everything was delicious with chocolate sauce. Well not everything but she definately did have a strange sense of taste. Sitting down at a table with her plate full of food, looking around at the crowds, smiling as she remembered what it was like the first time she was here, reminicsing on old times. |
Closed Roleplay. | The Seedy Underbelly of the world of Pok monJames had been walking around for some time. He was normally a rather skilled trainer. having collected numerous badges. He had a belt with all 6 poke'balls. each holding a poke'mon that he'd trained for many years. Today though he was particularly upset because he had just spent several hours at a poke'center, seeing to his poke'mon's health. He'd been in a big battle and was very close to winning when his opponent had pulled a fast one on him.James found his way to the festival. He had some cash on him still. Luckily his previous battle didn't drain his pockets dry. He got himself some food and went searching for a table. Unfortunately all the table's where full, except for one with a young looking girl. She looked attractive enough. Though he wasn't entirely sure of her age. James, himself, was 20, and was a professional trainer.He walked up to the girl and tapped her on the shoulder. "Mind if I share the table with you? All the others are taken." He wore a warm smile on his face when he spoke to her. He was dressed in simple jeans and a T shirt. He wore a bandanna on his head as well. Most likely to keep himself cool in the summer heat. |
Your Behavior is Trollish {Krad_Nogard & Fate} | The dim light from Hermione's wand barely illuminated the halls around her. The entire school had decided that they needed to douse all the lights, as to not excite the troll. Hermione couldn't help but think that particularly foolish, as most trolls could see well enough in the night anyway. All it did was allow the beast to move more easily. But the argument was that they didn't want to excite or irritate it any more than they needed to. in the end, Hermione simply agreed to go along with the rules.Normally the curly haired Gryffindor would be stalking the halls with Harry and or Ron. But the two had been outright stupid lately. When they'd heard about this whole event, they'd immediately made snide comments about how Hermione had spent the last troll attack hiding in a bathroom waiting for them to save her. Furious, Hermione had snapped at both of them before storming off. They were sixth years, for goodness sakes! You'd think they could act like adults instead of children. It was just because Dumbledore had taken a shine to Harry. And Ron had just been... irritating lately.Hermione muttered curses toward men in general as she swung her wand about, eying the various walls. Most everyone else had split up across the halls, and technically she wasn't supposed to be out. That sort of grated against her earlier decision to adhere to the rules set down by the elders, but, well, this was different. Now she was trying to prove that she could manage it now."I just have to find the troll and subdue it. shouldn't be that hard," she muttered. Shifting nervously, she tucked a loose strand of hair behind an ear and rounded another corner. |
Your Behavior is Trollish {Krad_Nogard & Fate} | Thetrollhad been lumbering through the corridors for a little while now. There wasn't anyone around and the halls of hogwarts weren't filled with anything that interesting. He wandered out of the Charms wing and on toward a scent he'd been following.He could tell it was female, but not like his own kind. The creature stopped when he heard footsteps echoing down the hall. He peered around a corner and saw a light slowly comming toward him. |
Your Behavior is Trollish {Krad_Nogard & Fate} | Hermione heard the troll before she saw him. Not hard, considering that the creatures weren't exactly known for their stealth. She readied her wand, her mind going through a list of spells that would be useful in fighting off one of the beasts. Something to befuddle it would work best, then she could try a basic floating charm on its club. If it worked on the troll before, it would work now.But first, she should try and set a trap. Keeping absolutely silent, Hermione ducked into the side of the hall. She wiggled just past a couple of suits of armor. Her wand dimmed with a word, and she tucked it down, ready to use at a moment's notice. All she had to do was wait for the troll to come close enough to hit. The girl hadn't realized that the troll had already seen the light, and that even a dumb beast would figure that something like her would be crouching and hiding around. No, Hermione was already heady with her success, thinking about how she was going to tell all her friends the great story. Hermione Granger, defeater of trolls, finally stepping out from under Harry's shadow. Not that she'd really been there, with her grades and helping and all."Stupid boys," she muttered, gripping her wand tight and waiting. |
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