towerofanimus | bloody valentine

characters: grand highblood + anyone
setting: anywhere around the tower where monsters are present
format: doesn't matter
summary: the ghb ate chocolate w/o realizing it was chocolate. it's becoming night time, and he's out on the prowl as per usual......
warnings: all the warnings!!

The highblood rarely ate suspicious candies. Hell, he never even had much of a taste for normal candies, and it certainly wasn't going to start today. It just so happened that the candy got mixed in with the usual foods that he was already familiar with (that oatmeal was surprisingly addicting after having it a couple of times). He regarded the chunk of chocolate that he had already bitten into with curiosity, but nothing more, and tossed it behind his back to return to his normal meal.

Later the night, he'd experience something...odd. He caught the sight of limping creature, but only its long scaly tail and hind legs as it slipped back into the shadows. He followed it into a clearing somewhere on the dorm floor, and it stopped to rest, where he also stopped and watched it from afar.

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You'll end up catching him just sitting a little ways off, staring longingly at the pitiful creature curling up around itself. It's a hideous four-legged lizard thing with spikes trailing down its back and all the way to the tip of its tail.

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[He furrows his brows, a sudden wave of pity just washing over his features as he gazed at its injured leg. Oh god, this is just the weirdest expression on his face ever...]

Motherfucking that, yeah. Bet some nasty shit went down between it and another motherfucker, and got the shittiest short end of the motherfucking stick.

[And you know what's weirder? The fact that she's irritated he's not directing that look at her, instead. She sits beside him, letting her arm brush against his and staying silent.]

[And just like that, his trance his broken, but on his face is now an irritated scowl. He snarls a little, shrugging his shoulder away so their skin doesn't touch anymore. Who the fuck does this bitch think she is???]

Looking for another motherfucking fight, sister? [He hisses, trying not to yell to loud. The monster below was stirring gently in its slumber, having nodded off just minutes ago.]

[She smirks, tilting her head at him. The odd thing about the expression is that it isn't antagonistic at all--in fact, it's inviting.]

No. No fighting.

[O.........K.............

His expression hasn't experienced this much range in such a short period of time in a long time. This isn't a bad thing, but what the fuck, he's pretty sure the last time they met, she hated his guts in quite the platonic way.

Then a slow grin........]

Well, now isn't that motherfucking something? [Suddenly, a claw is hooked right below her chin, lifting it up slightly.] What does the Summoner's rustblooded pale-bitch want with the little ol' Grand Highblood?

[The odd thing is, nothing's really changed. She doesn't actually care about him, she just... Wants him in a horrible way she can't quite articulate. Her smirk widens when he lifts her chin and she leans into his touch, trailing a finger down his arm absently. She's been manipulating people all of her life, and she doubts the Highblood will be very difficult to influence.]

Isn't it more fun if you guess?

[The tip of his claw hadn't been cutting into her skin before, but the tip shifts a little so the point is now dangerously poking into the soft skin. She has very, very soft skin...it would be so easy to just stab his finger into her throat.

His eyes dart over to the finger trailing down his arm, and the corner of his mouth quirks a little more.]

And I ain't against a little motherfucking fun. Let a motherfucker get his guess on and say, hey, bitch all motherfucking changed her mind about a few things. [Yeah purposely being kind of vague but whatever! He doesn't reciprocate the wanting as much as she probably does, but he's always down for some fun. If it ended in violence, the better.]

[Too easy. If she notices the claw digging into her skin she doesn't let it show. In fact, she moves closer, leaning up to loop both arms around his neck loosely.]

Maybe. Maybe I need more convincing.

[Hrmm, well, he's all for fun and all but he can be suspicious too! Once those arms wrap around him, she now has all five claws instead of just that one wrapped around her neck. His thumb is a little too enthusiastic though and scrapes against the side, a dark rusty drop of blood running over his finger and down his arm.]

Maybe she's all motherfucking getting in over her curly-horn-q'd head, is what I all think, motherfucker.

[All feelings of his earlier pity for the monster are nearly gone, though the beast shifting on to its other side catches his glance for a second and his grin falters just a little.]

[She frowns when he glances back at the monster, feeling a sudden odd rush of jealousy. She moves closer, digging her claws into his shoulder blades as she presses her lips against his.]

[The claws digging into his back bring his attention back, though now he's just furrowing his eyebrows in mild disdain. The kiss is met with a fierce one of his own for just a second, reacting mostly through instinct, but then he drags his nails across her small neck, pulling her off.]

That ain't gonna motherfucking cut it. [He doesn't hate you enough to really get into it...so you got to do better than that! Really hurt him, then maybe he'll react a little better.]

[It doesn't matter--that's all she needed, and she retaliates by digging her own claws into his neck.]

You weren't very impressive, either.

[He snarls irritably, but despite all that, he finds the little sparks of pain in his neck to be undeniably pleasurable. With a sudden surge of lust, he bares his teeth threateningly and surges forward to mash his lips against hers. Then he carelessly rips his claws away from her neck, rust blood splattering lightly on them.]

[She pulls away, sneering at him as she pulls the wands from her hair.]

You're pathetic.

[Glares at the wand, lips peeling back into a sneer that mimics hers.]

If you all just wanted to motherfucking play, you should've all just motherfucking said so, bitch.

[She rolls her eyes, reaching out to dig her claws into his arm.]

I was giving you the benefit of the doubt.

[Still eyeing the wands.]

Bitch, you all know you don't have to be kicking that bullshit with me. Just give it to a brother straight. [He runs his tongue over his teeth, eyes narrowing.]

[She smirks, reaching out with her free hand to grab his chin and dig her fingers into it.]

That's no fun.

Heh. Beating around a motherfucking proverbial bush ain't exactly what I all consider a motherfucking good time, either.

[He twists his head away from her claws, then biting down on her hand. His tongue flicks at the cuts, the metallic taste of her blood making him purr.]

[She scowls, claws digging into his cheek.]

Let go.

[He gives the underside of the palm a thorough lick, but as long as her nails keep digging into his skin, he won't let go. Instead, he bites down harder, feeling the thin skin stretch tight over her finger bones, until his teeth almost hits the bone.]

Edited 2012-02-23 04:45 (UTC)

[God, he is so pathetic and disgusting. She growls, eyes flashing.]

I said let go.

[He finally complies, satisfied with the damage.]

There you all motherfucking go, bitch.

bloody valentine

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