bloody valentine

[grandhighblood]

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.

Comments

[grandhighblood]

[His earlier vulnerable feels are dissipating fast when the claws make contact with his skin.]

Yeah, because you're all the motherfucking expert on a motherfucker. [Then he jabs him hard in the chest, mostly in an attempt to drive him away. This is an awkward situation and he just can't deal with you right now!!]

[uprisings]

[FUCK YOU gonna claw at him again, gaze hardening into a glare as he steps back]

You'd be surprised, how much you learn in a sweep of fighting. [8| YOU'RE ACTING WEIRD don't even deny it man]

[grandhighblood]

[Hisses lightly, feeling his skin break. It's a good way to break him out of his flushed thoughts, at least, almost feeling grateful. He draws his arm back, readjusting himself into a more neutral stance rather than being on the offense.]

Well, then, motherfucker. Lay it on me. Tell me what you all thought was going to be motherfucking taking place before your sorry ass showed up.

[uprisings]

[...ew why. It's super gross, he doesn't want to think about this anymore. hhghglkjsdgh okay, but he can't just concede either so...]

[Sighs faintly as he steps forward, and gestures for him to lean his stupid ass down here for a second]

[grandhighblood]

[Does not comply. He just furrows his eyebrows even deeper at the gesture, like he's totally insulted by it.]

I can motherfucking hear your tinny voice JUST FINE from up here.

[uprisings]

[Raises his eyebrows in return. Stop being ridiculous!! Waves him down a little more insistently this time]

Come on. I've uh... got some advice, for you.

[grandhighblood]

[There's a long long pause as the highblood continues to glare down at the Summoner, then finally complies with a growl. He leans forward, almost like he's trying to point his horns at him, but stops midway...still...glaring. God.]

[uprisings]

[Okay well that's close enough, and he immediately reaches up, setting his hands on either side of his neck. Not... choking him... or anything. Actually it's nearly delicate, as he brushes the Highblood's hair back and LKSJDLFKJSDF checks to see how his symbol is healing]

[But this was not actually his main goal! Just an extra benefit, so his attention is back on the Highblood pretty quickly, though he doesn't actually... let go of his neck just yet]

Give up, bulgelicker. It doesn't love you back. [...what a dick!!! But at least he'll let go and leave finally, if the Highblood... lets him........]

[grandhighblood]

[The delicate touches on his neck earlier are almost been...nice, his skin tingling slightly at the marks around his neck. He seriously needs to do something about that, soon, thought. Can't go around risking anyone seeing it...

But then once the Summoner opens his mouth....oh, you cheeky son of a bitch! He snarls loudly, and his arm comes up in a flash to wrap around the Summoner's throat. His claws digging, and one of them even puncturing the skin. Whoops. Well, he's pretty pissed, and the last thing he wants is his kismesis butting in on his more...awkward moments.
]

Motherfucker should've just fucked off when I first all told you to.

[uprisings]

[O O P S . No okay, he was pretty much expecting this, so he just... grins horribly, one hand grabbing his wrist, digging in at the pulse there. He lifts his head up slightly, enough to... feel less like he's choking at least]

It was just, some advice...!

[grandhighblood]

Did I ask for your motherfucking advice?

[Ugh, infuriating! He gives him a rough shake, then lets go carelessly, making a disgusted face. Maybe this pursuit could wait another night when the Summoner wasn't around to be an annoying huge fucking dickhead!!! Not like the creature was going anywhere at this rate.]

[uprisings]

[Stumbles a couple steps away as he's released, touching his throat for a second before just... opening his hands out in front of him. Nonthreatening. Almost friendly, especially with the little laugh he gives him]

I just uh... don't want you to get, invested if it won't pan out...! Most, people would call that... helpful. [LKSJDFLKJSDF]

[grandhighblood]

And most people would call you motherfucking dead if you do not cease your shitty babbling. [He snorts, turning away from the door. Then he starts mumbling under his breath.] There were no talks of being invested in any motherfucking thing...

[uprisings]

[........Highblood this is sad. You are sad. Stop it. It's gross]

Your face gives away more then you, think.

[grandhighblood]

[oh my god, fuck you!!! it's all your fault.

He makes an irritated 'ch' sound, glaring back at the Summoner. Just can't deal with your shit tonight, but walking away doesn't feel right, either.]

Why are you still here, motherfucker?

[uprisings]

[Sigh! Squints for a long moment... and his wings flutter kind of vaguely. He should leave. He was planning on leaving wasn't he? But... ugh HE CAN'T LET THIS HAPPEN??? PLEASE STOP HIGHBLOOD]

Trying to see, how much more you're going to uh... embarrass yourself, I guess.

[grandhighblood]

[He will not budge from this spot. Even the flicker of the Summoner's wings don't bring his guard down!]

You won't be motherfucking seeing shit for as long as you got your fucking feet all planted there.

[uprisings]

[...........is that a challenge. Highblood why would you... do this...]

[Raises his eyebrows... crosses his arms... glances at the door and... waits... oh no...]

[grandhighblood]

[Oh, oh what. Hell naw, we can do this shit all day, bro.

He straightens his back somewhat, staring down at the Summoner, his arms down by his sides with hands clenched in loose fists. Yup, waiting. This is the worst idea...]

[uprisings]

[This is stupid.............]

[But okay. Rocks back on his heels and sighs faintly, but otherwise not... saying... nothing...]

[grandhighblood]

[And ever the impatient man, the highblood rolls his eyes and growls lowly in the back of his throat.]

Why so keen on seeing me motherfucking all get his embarrassment on?

[uprisings]

[...well if his eyebrows could rise any higher!!!! Just has... the most incredulous look on his face right now]

You're asking a brownblood, why. He wants to see the Grand Highblood, embarrass himself...?

[Are you actually stupid....... Wait no, he already knows the answer to that one. Honestly man, that would be a thing he would want to see even they weren't doing this kismesis thing]

[grandhighblood]

[He clamps his mouth shut, frowning even further. God, this is the worst night. With some casual steps towards the Summoner, he just looks at him flatly then suddenly punches him in the stomach.]

[uprisings]

[WHAT THE FUCK HIGHBLOOD]

[Well okay, so he's not expecting that at all! So of course he doesn't dodge or get his hands up, until after he's been doubled over his fist. But his hands do come up, raking lines down the Highblood's arm as he stumbles away and leans against a wall. Ow...... OW, don't mind him trying to get his breath back, though now he's far more prepared for the next strike if there even is one]

[grandhighblood]

[He doesn't move to strike again, only shaking his scratched arm like he was flicking off dust and goes back to staring again. A little smirk plays on his lips though, feeling a liiiittle better after hitting him.]