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Post by кαямα αкαвαηє on Jun 29, 2015 2:11:28 GMT
When Caleb put the glass to his lips once more, he felt a body press against his side tightly. The person obviously had no idea who they were messing with. When a face nuzzled into his neck and a hand carefully clung to his chest, the man froze, letting out a low growl in the back of his throat, though is was quiet and barely audible over the babble of conversation and trashy music. "Get the fuck off of me," he snapped to the man, though it wasn't really snapping when he had to use his hands, turning his head slightly and allowing his blue eyes to connect with his hunters own. Now where has our respectful, charming young man gone to? Down the drain with his patience. The demons had worn on his last nerve and Caleb wasn't too pleased with the contact of another person, nor what the man was asking. He turned back to the bartender and pointed to the whisky again, asking for him to refill his glass. It was going to be a long night, Caleb could tell.
Jake was so engrossed by the screen that he didn't notice Dirk enter his home. Not even when the cabinet banged shut did he avert his attention. However, when a blond head landed near his lap, he nearly jumped out of his skin. "Good globberstomps, Dirk, why are you takin' my crisps?" he demanded, pausing the movie to keep his full attention on the intruding Strider. It wasn't like he was unused to Dirk popping in whenever he bloody felt like it, but that didn't make Jake any less annoyed. Especially because he grabbed his crisps without even asking! That was just common courtesy. "And thanks for knocking, bloke," he added on, folding his arms across his chest. He normally wasn't very assertive and already, he seemed to be shrinking back into the couch. |
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Post by Kit Harington on Jun 29, 2015 2:24:07 GMT
globberstops?
is that even a real word? XD
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Post by кαямα αкαвαηє on Jun 29, 2015 2:48:37 GMT
Sorry, I hopped in the shower and no, no its not. cx
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Post by Kit Harington on Jun 29, 2015 2:54:45 GMT
thats fine ^^
ok im replying now
sorry i had to finish the other thingy XD
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Post by Kit Harington on Jun 29, 2015 3:43:23 GMT
"Don't be like that." Maksim chuckled and met Caleb's eyes, his smile faltering a bit. His smile came back and he shook his head a bit. His hands did not move, but he pulled himself closer to Caleb's back and nipped at his ear, licking the bead of blood he drew to the surface. With that small lick of blood, Maksim sobered considerably and he laughed, to himself. "What's you're name, sweet cheeks?" He murmured, keeping up previous appearances. Only now did he move his hands, moving to place them on Caleb's shoulders, gently massaging them, "I'm sure you'd rather come with me than any of the others in here, yeah?" He purred.
Dirk chuckled and sat up, "Is it not obvious?" He smirked and moved closer, putting another chip in his mouth, "I wanted them." He moved Jake's bowl of popcorn from his lap and looked at it for a second before shrugging and moving himself into Jake's lap and the bowl in his. His back was against the armrest. He popped another handful of chips in his mouth and smiled, "No problem, bud." He stretched his legs out and leaned back a bit, "Put the movie back on, would ya?" He chuckled.
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Post by кαямα αкαвαηє on Jul 2, 2015 17:14:14 GMT
"I'm not interested, get lost," Caleb instantly signed in response. His gaze was unnaturally bright as he turned his head, almost brushing his nose against the demon, that's how close he was. Looking back at his drink, he scowled to see it was empty but knew better than to get another. He couldn't get intoxicated, that was a big no no when being hunted relentlessly. It took him a few moments to realize that the man had tasted his blood, which was far from normal. Suddenly on edge, he tried to scoot away from the man and almost bumped into a couple who currently had their tongues lodged in each other's throat. Shuddering in disgust he gave up and raised his hands to sign again, "I need to go home." Everything in him just wanted to go to the trashy hotel and fall asleep, possibly for eons before waking. Caleb was also very angry and confused, which meant little sleep for him tonight, however.
Jake opened his mouth to retort, only to have his popcorn bowl stolen from his lap and replaced with Dirk. Outraged, he squirmed, beneath the intruding Strider, really not in the best of moods to be messed with at the moment. "Dirk, get off of me," he demanded, though it came out not as confident as he'd hoped. You see, Jake wasn't a very confrontational type which often led to him being labeled submissive - which he wasn't! Kind of. "I'm not turning on the movie till you move!" he said, crossing his arms across his chest, trying to look firm. It was actually kind of pathetic, but only if you knew what a push over Jake really was. Dirk was his best friend, certainly he could tell out of everyone. |
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Post by Kit Harington on Jul 2, 2015 17:36:04 GMT
Maksim let go of Caleb, putting his hands in the air and shrugging, though he was smirking. After a second, he put his hands in his pockets, "Let me walk you." He tipped his head to the side, unashamedly checking Caleb out in full. It was too late for the half-human, in Maksim's mind. The demon had had a taste of his blood, had smelled him, had touched him, he could track Caleb in his sleep. Maksim almost laughed out loud at the absurdity of it: if a few horny drunken moments he had come farther in his search than he had with weeks of professional meticulous hunting. Now, all that was left was to make sure no other demon happened upon his prize...
Dirk waved him off and proceeded to get comfortable on Jake's lap. He was tempted to take off his glasses. It wouldn't be a bit deal, Jake had seen his eyes before, though that time had been an accident, and somehow being around this buck-toothed boy had Dirk feeling genuinely relaxed. The Strider wasn't on edge, he could express emotion and laugh, he didn't have to strife or in any other way prove his worth.. He was normal around Jake. Back in the present, Dirk shrugged and raised a piece of popcorn to Jake's lips, legitimately about to feed the other boy. |
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Post by кαямα αкαвαηє on Jul 6, 2015 22:39:02 GMT
Caleb shook his head stubbornly, denying any help. "I'm not incompetent, I can walk myself out," he signed, his hand movements sharp and agitated. He just wasn't messing around today. His patience had worn into a thin line and honestly, the kid was about to lose his shit. The final straw came when beer was dumped all over him by a man who was too drunk to remember his own name - and apparently how to fucking walk. A small rumbling began low in his chest that steadily grew to a growl as the beast was unleashed. The irises grew large, so that his eyes were now wolfish and colored a bitter blue violet. Two fangs pierced his bottom lip, the bloodlust in him spiked as he felt his head ache, for horns were trying to reveal themselves. Desperately struggling for control, Caleb fell to his knees, holding his head in his hands. Many of the bars patrons were beyond drunk and really took no notice, well aside from a curious few. Fighting against his dark, primal urges, he reached down a hand to slip into his pocket. Pulling out a syringe, filled with an odd golden liquid, he let out another growl, though this one was shorter, more edgy. Stabbing the needle into his neck, he injected the medicine into his neck. He'd been taking it since he was little and this first happened. His eyes slowly returned to normal, his teeth retracting and his body calming all the senseless shaking. Standing as swiftly as he could, he looked around and gave Maksim and the others a wobbly smile. "See, just fine," he signed to the hunter once more, for he was sure now that's what this stranger was. When he'd lost control, he'd smelled the demonic musk. Passing quickly, Caleb attempted to make a rather hasty retreat.
Jake just simply stared at him for a moment before shoving the hand and piece of popcorn away from his face. He turned his head and let out a huff. "Dirk, you're such a rude, ninny! I told you to get off of me and out of my apartment. I meant every word of it. I know you don't understand normal society. To you Striders, coming in whenever you want to another man's home and stealing their crisps must be acceptable but not to anyone else. It's very unmannerly. You must knock before entering someone else's home and if they want to have some alone time than by Gog man, you let them have it. I know we're friends but this is really inexcusable. I mean really, could you get any more inconsiderate? That's another thing, stealing my guns is also not very acceptable or appreciated. Especially because you don't bloody use them! You do it purely to get on my nerves. That is not a healthy friendship, Dirk. We really need to work this out. Seriously. Then theres...." and on and on he went. Jake was a bumbling mess that couldn't obviously shut up.
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Post by Kit Harington on Jul 6, 2015 23:14:45 GMT
Well, now Maksim was curious. Even more curious than before. His curiosity was peaked when Caleb pulled a syringe full of an amber liquid out of his pocket and jammed it in his neck. His demon had almost come out, in front of all these humans -- and few demons, whose interests were also peaked at the show. Caleb had then given the watchers a shaky smile and shoved past Maksim and started out of the bar. Maksim growled himself, only just concealing his own demon, though his eyes did take on a red hue, and followed the young man. "(insert royal name of Caleb)!" He called, unashamedly reaching out to the mute boy and grabbing his arm, "If you don't listen to me, something bad will happen to you."
Dirk closed his eyes, leaning his head back as he listened to Jake ramble for a good enough amount of time before he did take his glasses off. He let his anime shades dangle from his fingers as he looked up at Jake, his bright orange eyes full of mirth. A smile played against his lips as he watched Jake's lips move, curling around his words as he shot them out. Jake was honestly irritated, that much was obvious, and he wasn't going to shut up anytime soon. Something took ahold of Dirk's mind, telling him it would be a good idea to sit up and cup that perfect cheek. That same thing told him to close his eyes and press his lips to the corner of Jake's lips. When the rambling Brit was stunned into silence, Dirk moved his lips so they were on Jake's. And suddenly he was kissing him. |
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Post by кαямα αкαвαηє on Jul 6, 2015 23:54:55 GMT
Caleb almost died of desperation to be alone when a hand wrapped around his arm. Turning, he glared viciously at the man before him, seeing him as a demon and less like an annoying prick, though he was both. "Let me be," he signed, his body beginning it's tremors again. However, as quickly as they begun, they were halted. That medicine kept him sane and it lasted for at least 8 hours after he inserted it into his blood stream. Caleb had had enough for one night. The prince of demons was tired, he just wanted to rest his eyes a bit. Was that too much to ask from the fucking hunters? Apparently so. Did they never sleep?
Jake began to sputter, as Dirk's deep orange eyes were revealed to him. His words immediately cut off when those soft lips brushed against the corner of his mouth. Panic lit the eyes of dear Mr. English, for he had no idea what to do or say. Seems like Dirk was ahead of him though and pushed his lips fully onto Jake's own. The buck-toothed boy jumped in shock, managing to do so, even with a Dirk in his lap. Warmth flooded his face, making his cheeks and ears burn. All he could think about was the fact that Dirk was actually kissing him. Slowly lifting his hands, he placed them on his best friend's shoulders, trying to push him away but not really putting much effort into it. Jake was both scared of the kiss and the awkward situation that was sure to follow. This movie night couldn't have taken a stranger turn. |
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Post by Kit Harington on Jul 7, 2015 0:30:45 GMT
Maksim ignored Caleb's instruction to be left alone and glanced around. He dropped his hand to grasp the prince's, threading their fingers together, "Just follow my lead, your Highness." He said quietly, almost whispering, and started off down the street, pulling the much younger man beside him. His hand was almost a crushing vise, but that was more so he could make damn sure Caleb didn't run off and get himself killed. Or captured by someone else. Maksim intended to watch over Caleb for the night, it was quite obvious that he was tired and needed to sleep; the vampire didn't need to sleep himself, he had gotten a few hours earlier that morning and felt wide awake. He may need a small snack to pull all the way through the night though... He glanced over at Caleb, looking at him for the first time since dragging him away to the bar and toward Caleb's hotel. It was taboo to drink another demon's blood, and... Uh... Punishable by death to drink from one of the royals... What the fuck has he done. He growled under his breath and looked away again.
Dirk pulled away as soon as he felt Jake's hands on his shoulders, the slight pressure telling him that Jake wasn't all the way into the kiss. He looked at Jake silently, watching for some sort of sign that the kiss was either good or bad. He was a bit worried -- kissing Jake brought their friendship to an entire new level, one that Jake may not be ready for. One that Jake may never be ready for. Was Jake even gay? Oh gosh -- what if Jake shoved him to the floor and forced him out of the house? What if he didn't want to be friends anymore? Too late... Dirk looked into Jake's brilliantly green eyes, ready to reap what he sowed. |
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