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The flesh of the other man's neck proved far too tempting, prompting a subtle hiss from Remmick before he'd be interrupted. & It'd be easy, far too easy. To rip into Esme's throat, spilling forth his blood & drinking it down in his unsatiable greed. He could feel saliva collecting within ++
Esme hesitates, his smile faltering only slightly. ❝ ... I've... thought about it. A lot. Sometimes I feel like it would be better than... ❞ He vaguely gestures. Then holds up a finger. ❝ Still not a yes! But... A maybe. ❞ He slightly leans into Remmick's hand, his eyes drooping. 〖 ✎... 〗
"Asking an Irishman if he'd have a drink? Like asking a human if they need air." A hand found the blond's shoulder. "Like a vampire needs blood." His voice holds an unworldly echo with his words, letting the sound bounce off their surroundings. "I have to admit." ++
❝ Wanna walk and talk? I'm just heading home. I could use a drink, if you wanna join me. ❞
Two eyes aglow in the darkness would reveal his presence. A step into the dim streetlight would have features soften to something more ... human. "Been awhile now, darling. Guess you didn't forget me afterall ...I uh, was starting to get a bit curious. No harm to it now." ++
Esme hears the footsteps immediately. He doesn't stop walking. In fact, he walks a little faster. Until he recognizes the voice. He stops, turning around. ❝ Remmick? ❞
There was a shuffling in the dark, far too quiet & far too subtle. To miss it would be easy to an untrained ear, but Esme was far from untrained. The figure stalked his prey with expert skill with careful steps among the shadows. "...Esme."
Heavy sigh. After mopping up all that black dye, Esme is stained with it. He locks the door to the salon, rubbing his wrists. They still hurt from being bound. Well. Time to head home.
// A lot of stuff going on in my life atm. I don't think I can focus much on writing so I will be taking a hiatus from my accounts for some being and so I don't feel obligated to do replies. I will still be on discord for my friends that have me there.
A trace of amusement, corners of lips pulled back in a grin as he insisted upon gifting Rose the coinage. "Been around a long time, more that can bear to count. This? This is only money and it ain't any good in my hands now. Plenty more where it came from." He reassured, pushing them into ++
❝ ?? Huh? What did I do? ❞ Rose blinks, confused by the other's sudden eagerness. He furrows his brow. ❝ I mean, thank you. But- ❞ He's interrupted by the sound of jingling coins. Then the feeling of those same coins. He gasps softly. ❝ Wh- huh?? No, I- I can't take these! ❞ 〖 ✎... 〗
"See.. That's what — That's what I like about you, darlin'." He gestured towards the other man with a pointed finger, waving it in his direction with a grin — keen & excited. "You're different, just like I had thought. Something to be admired about you, Rose. Something special." ++
❝ ... you're right. I did say that. Sorry for assuming the worst. ❞ Rose nods his head apologetically before holding his own hands behind his own back. ❝ ... admittedly, I've been thinking about it too. It's the most fun I've had in a long time. ❞ He moves from his heels to his toes. 〖 ✎... 〗
The sheer worry that grew amplified with Peter's tone had tickled something within Remmick. Amusing him like it were all just some big, grand game for him to play .. & In a sense it were. Simply putting it — 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘵. "It won't hurt." ++
There was something wrong with this guy. Spider-Sense. Goosebumps, hair standing up on end. His body twitched instinctively. What was with that drool? Was he a demon? 💭: Oh God, please don't let it be a demon. Asking Ghost Rider for help is always so awkward.
"How much?" He held the instrument up, eyes darting beteen it & the boy. "Been in my family since I could remember, passed on to me from my father. Some might say it'd fetch a pretty penny. I say? Priceless." "Did you want to hold it?"
“Ohhhh no sir! Just — admirin’ that fine instrument in your hands. That’s all. Say, how much did you pay for it?”
"You said I could come by anytime I wanted, so figured I'd ... drop in." In the most literal of senses, an amused look about the man as he smirks, hands stuff within his pockets. A show of meaning no harm — not yet anyhow. "Couldn't.. quite help myself in a chase, sweetheart." ++
The respite is well-received. It even causes him to lower his guard... until that hand hits his shoulder. He yelps, quickly taking a few steps back. ❝ D- Don't scare me like that! ❞ he barks, letting out a soft groan. ❝ ... What do you want, anyway? I told you I'm thinking about it. ❞ 〖 ✎... 〗
"You're lookin' to pick up the banjo?"
“How much do banjos sell for…?”
The voice continued to trail behind, besides — in front of him, calling from the darkness , beckoning him near. Whispers of promised love, fellowship, family until it all finally came to an abrupt hault, dissipating to nothing & allowing for that moment's peace . . . & How it were brief. ++
❝ Stop it! ❞ He covers his ears, continuing to look around himself. He has to keep moving- even if a part of him wants to see Remmick again... He start running, his lungs burning as he does. He's still so far from home- he's going to get caught!
The voice continues to echo, as if spontaneously surround the man in every which direction. Calling to him in a softened whisper , seeming closer one second & further away the next. " 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 . . "
He stops in his tracks. ❝ ... R- Remmick? Is that you? ❞ He spins, trying to locate the other. His breath fogs in the cool night air. ❝ This- this isn't funny. ❞
" 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯, & 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 . . . 𝘐 𝘤𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯. 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘴. 𝘈 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴 . . . 𝘛𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘨𝘴 . . . 𝘖𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘋𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯 . . . 𝘖𝘯𝘦, 𝘵𝘸𝘰, 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦, 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳, 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦 . . . "
❝ Hgk-- ❞ Shiver! He quickly looks around, swallowing thickly. ... he's just hearing things. He walks faster toward his apartment.
"𝘙𝘰𝘴𝘦. 𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘦, 𝘙𝘰𝘴𝘦? 𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳? 𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶."
// Physically harming Kas' Peter on one account Emotionally harming him on another. It's a good day to be me.
// too tired for more than banter on my accounts rn. Might nap.
【 ♡ 】Daily reminder that Rose is: - Trans - Gay - Irish Thank you for your time ♡