This is Me | My House: Cerretti | Am I taken?: No.
Do I have a preference?: Both | I am feeling: Cold/Pissed and hurting | Who am I with?: My team and ********> | Where am I?: In the city - Butcher's Alley | My Suit?: This~ | OOC: When [[text here]] is around a text, it means they are speaking Russian. |
His expression was the same cold and uncaring glance as he pressed the knife tighter against the man's throat."No, you won't. I don't exist." His reaction time, because of his injures, is a little slow, so he is not able to catch the leg. Only his footing as it pushed him back and he slid across the ground roughly; the high pitched sound of metal scraping against the asphalt, hurting his ears. He was feeling it now, the rage building up little by little. His eyes were wide and his hand on the blade tightened. His breathing was becoming labored. His vision was becoming clouded with code and devices around them started malfunctioning.
By the time Yoshiro managed to finally get the guy down and asleep, the alarms in the bank were blaring, the stop lights were flickering and there would be a high pitched screech in their ear pieces. His breathing is going quicker and quicker. His chest rising and falling fast, as if he is going to hyperventilate. His hand is gripping the handle of the blade to the point where his hand is shaking. Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill. He didn't even register the touch to his chest, Yoshiro wasn't even in his vision. Skyβs voice never reached his ears, deaf to the outside world. He could only see his target. "I want to kill him. I want to kill him. I want to kill him. I want to kill him."
He was pushing past Yoshiro's hand, walking towards the man, but a hand obstructed his view as another gripped his hand with the knife. "Sorry to intrude, but I doubt any of you know how to calm him down properly. [[Breathe. Slowly. Listen to my breath, to my voice."]] His breathing was still heavy and he struggled at first, trying to pull away his hand as phones started screeching around them and the street lights were getting brighter and brighter, some busting and spraying glass everywhere. [["I want to kill him. I want to kill him."]] The hands would grip on his tighter. [["I know, I know. You can't do that, they won't back you up this time if you kill innocent people. Prometheus, you have to breathe slowly."]] The man would speak into his ear, the redhead's body twitching. [["Do you feel how I am breathing? Mimic me."]] He would breathe in and out slowly to get the redhead to follow, his hand still obstructing his vision. The ginger pauses for a long time, eventually starting to breath in and out to mimic the man's as Vlad gives a small smile and nod. [["Good, just like that. In and out slowly."]] He would keep mimicking until his hand released the knife to Vlad and his freehand lifted to rest his over Vlad's on his eyes as his lips trembled. His mouth would open to speak, but nothing would come out. His throat felt tight. His hands were trembling. [["You're okay."]] Vlad turns him around slowly, before lowering his hand from his gaze. [["See? It is just me. Talk to me. It's been so long since I have asked, what is your favorite color, can you remember it?"]] His hand brushes away the redhead's hair and Prom tries to continue mocking the slow breaths. He looks up at Vlad and nods. The lump in his throat was going away as he gave a pained expression. It was hard to focus, and his vision was still fuzzy. [["Blue, I like blue."]] The man chuckles as he gently pinches his cheek. [["I thought it was red? Or all of them."]] Prom frowns as his breath almost grew quick again and he gave Vlad a hostile look. [["I said blue!"]] Vlad would shush him softly while he strokes his hair, slowly succeeding to calm him down once more. [["Okay, shhh, blue it is. Why do you like blue?"]] Prom glances down as he thinks about it, before looking up again and just stares for a moment, his hand eventually brushing the spot underneath Vlad's eye. [["Because, your eyes are such a pretty blue. So pale, I have come to love the color"]] he'd say as Vlad chuckles and raises a brow once his face recovered from a moment of shock. [["Oh, so you do pick-up lines now? Be careful, you might make me fall for you"]] he teases as Prom suddenly snort in laughter and Vlad strokes his cheek. He felt much calmer now, his breathing steady and his vision clear. [["Are you calm now, little bird?"]] Prom hesitates before he shakes his head as he lifts his hand to grip the other's shirt, and presses his face into his chest. [["No? You seemed rather calm to me, trying to pick me up with sweet words and a cute face."]] Prom would chuckle against his chest as Vlad strokes his hair, his hand tapping the man's chest playfully. [["Shaddup."]] It was almost as if things were as they used to be. As if their whole spat never happened. He could slowly feel his trembling body from fear of himself and his near black-out, fade as he relaxed in the manβs arms. Ah...could he just forget about why he left for a little while and just enjoy this?
Vlad rests his chin against the top of his head and closes his eyes for a moment, his hand moving to his back, until he felt something warm and wet against his fingers. Eyes would open as he lifts his hand. [["You're bleeding..."]] He'd say with a concerned tone as he pulls away to walk around Prom, obscuring his vision from the man sleeping as he looks at his shoulders. [["Was this a rushed project? The metal here looks so thin."]] He begins pulling out the curved in metal, Prom flinching. He then bends it upwards to look at the injury and get it away from the other's skin. [["Not my best work, I know"]] he would mumble as Vlad pulls him closer while leaning down. His tongue brushes over the injuries as Prom winces. [["W-What are you doing?!"]] His face is flushed as Vlad pulls away, the injuries healed. [["Not my favorite peculiarity, but, I am pleased that I have it today at least."]] Prom flexes his shoulders and blinks. [["You...never use healing abilities...why did you..."]] Vlad's chin rests on his shoulder as his fingers ran up his sides. [["I knew about the little field missions for the students. Its been all over town. Everyone is talking about it. So, I chose healing in hopes that I may need to be your knight in shining armor and heal you. Do I get favor points from you now? How interesting that this one requires saliva from the user though. Should I lick you up and down to make sure you are all healed?"]] The man kisses his cheek as Prom gently elbows him with a heated expression. [["I am in a class pervert. Calm down."]] Vlad gives an amused grin as he nods and pulls away. [["I told you before, under the tree, that I shall be patient."]]
Prom's eyes widen and he pauses. Tree? That...was a dream wasn't it? Vlad...actually cried? The man gave a smile in reply Prom's stunned expression, before Vlad turns to his team members and gives an apologetic expression. He starts speaking in English, accent a little less heavy after spending months in the states. "Forgive the intrusion and show. I could tell he was going to black out with rage, and so I interfered. I am an expert in the art of calming down this angry Russian by now." He would give a sweet and charming smile as Prom punches him in the shoulder and Vlad chuckles. This whole situation was way too surreal. Was this even Vlad? It had to be, it smelled, sounded and looked like the man he loves. [["Anyhow, since you are okay, I will be going. Remember what I said, when you graduate my little bird. I will wait until then. So hurry up and be finished so you can come see me and we can go home."]] He would move closer and kiss his forehead affectionately. [["I will wait for you to let me see you again. So please, call me or text me. I obsessively wait to hear from you. Don't be a peeper watching me and let me touch you in person. I long to see you already."]] With that, he gave the others a wave and walked away from them when Prom hesitantly let him go. Why did...he feel so different? So gentle and kind. That...wasn't normally how Vlad acted. Was what he said the other day really true? That...Prom has been his only taken lover since they met? Did Vlad maybe...love him too? He didn't want him to leave. And that...shouldn't be normal. He wasn't normal.
With a flushed face and quickly beating heart, the man rest his hand over his chest and sighed. Where did his terror...his fear of Vlad go? He felt entirely...comforted by his presence. Maybe it was because Vlad was the only person to ever calm that part of him. The ugly side that loses control over all his reason. The more unstable side. Or perhaps it is because he would be the only person to ever truly understand and embrace all his ugly parts. This was too overwhelming. He could only calm down a little when Promullar gave him a supportive chime. It would seem that they were both really confused about Vlad's behavior.
he was in such a daze, that he almost forgot where he was. Almost. Looking to his team, and then the sleeping man, he sighs. And then just looks away. His face was still burning and he almost looked shy. God, people actually saw that? How embarrassing. Ugh, what was with this disappointed feeling? Why did everything seem so boring now that Vlad was no longer there? "That audience is my lover and it is none of your business. Just hurry up and get the feds before I change my mind and curb stomp him." The angry tone he had earlier was gone, replaced with a more docile one as he tried to pat his cheeks to calm down.
Do I have a preference?: Both | I am feeling: Cold/Pissed and hurting | Who am I with?: My team and ********> | Where am I?: In the city - Butcher's Alley | My Suit?: This~ | OOC: When [[text here]] is around a text, it means they are speaking Russian. |
His expression was the same cold and uncaring glance as he pressed the knife tighter against the man's throat."No, you won't. I don't exist." His reaction time, because of his injures, is a little slow, so he is not able to catch the leg. Only his footing as it pushed him back and he slid across the ground roughly; the high pitched sound of metal scraping against the asphalt, hurting his ears. He was feeling it now, the rage building up little by little. His eyes were wide and his hand on the blade tightened. His breathing was becoming labored. His vision was becoming clouded with code and devices around them started malfunctioning.
By the time Yoshiro managed to finally get the guy down and asleep, the alarms in the bank were blaring, the stop lights were flickering and there would be a high pitched screech in their ear pieces. His breathing is going quicker and quicker. His chest rising and falling fast, as if he is going to hyperventilate. His hand is gripping the handle of the blade to the point where his hand is shaking. Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill. He didn't even register the touch to his chest, Yoshiro wasn't even in his vision. Skyβs voice never reached his ears, deaf to the outside world. He could only see his target. "I want to kill him. I want to kill him. I want to kill him. I want to kill him."
He was pushing past Yoshiro's hand, walking towards the man, but a hand obstructed his view as another gripped his hand with the knife. "Sorry to intrude, but I doubt any of you know how to calm him down properly. [[Breathe. Slowly. Listen to my breath, to my voice."]] His breathing was still heavy and he struggled at first, trying to pull away his hand as phones started screeching around them and the street lights were getting brighter and brighter, some busting and spraying glass everywhere. [["I want to kill him. I want to kill him."]] The hands would grip on his tighter. [["I know, I know. You can't do that, they won't back you up this time if you kill innocent people. Prometheus, you have to breathe slowly."]] The man would speak into his ear, the redhead's body twitching. [["Do you feel how I am breathing? Mimic me."]] He would breathe in and out slowly to get the redhead to follow, his hand still obstructing his vision. The ginger pauses for a long time, eventually starting to breath in and out to mimic the man's as Vlad gives a small smile and nod. [["Good, just like that. In and out slowly."]] He would keep mimicking until his hand released the knife to Vlad and his freehand lifted to rest his over Vlad's on his eyes as his lips trembled. His mouth would open to speak, but nothing would come out. His throat felt tight. His hands were trembling. [["You're okay."]] Vlad turns him around slowly, before lowering his hand from his gaze. [["See? It is just me. Talk to me. It's been so long since I have asked, what is your favorite color, can you remember it?"]] His hand brushes away the redhead's hair and Prom tries to continue mocking the slow breaths. He looks up at Vlad and nods. The lump in his throat was going away as he gave a pained expression. It was hard to focus, and his vision was still fuzzy. [["Blue, I like blue."]] The man chuckles as he gently pinches his cheek. [["I thought it was red? Or all of them."]] Prom frowns as his breath almost grew quick again and he gave Vlad a hostile look. [["I said blue!"]] Vlad would shush him softly while he strokes his hair, slowly succeeding to calm him down once more. [["Okay, shhh, blue it is. Why do you like blue?"]] Prom glances down as he thinks about it, before looking up again and just stares for a moment, his hand eventually brushing the spot underneath Vlad's eye. [["Because, your eyes are such a pretty blue. So pale, I have come to love the color"]] he'd say as Vlad chuckles and raises a brow once his face recovered from a moment of shock. [["Oh, so you do pick-up lines now? Be careful, you might make me fall for you"]] he teases as Prom suddenly snort in laughter and Vlad strokes his cheek. He felt much calmer now, his breathing steady and his vision clear. [["Are you calm now, little bird?"]] Prom hesitates before he shakes his head as he lifts his hand to grip the other's shirt, and presses his face into his chest. [["No? You seemed rather calm to me, trying to pick me up with sweet words and a cute face."]] Prom would chuckle against his chest as Vlad strokes his hair, his hand tapping the man's chest playfully. [["Shaddup."]] It was almost as if things were as they used to be. As if their whole spat never happened. He could slowly feel his trembling body from fear of himself and his near black-out, fade as he relaxed in the manβs arms. Ah...could he just forget about why he left for a little while and just enjoy this?
Vlad rests his chin against the top of his head and closes his eyes for a moment, his hand moving to his back, until he felt something warm and wet against his fingers. Eyes would open as he lifts his hand. [["You're bleeding..."]] He'd say with a concerned tone as he pulls away to walk around Prom, obscuring his vision from the man sleeping as he looks at his shoulders. [["Was this a rushed project? The metal here looks so thin."]] He begins pulling out the curved in metal, Prom flinching. He then bends it upwards to look at the injury and get it away from the other's skin. [["Not my best work, I know"]] he would mumble as Vlad pulls him closer while leaning down. His tongue brushes over the injuries as Prom winces. [["W-What are you doing?!"]] His face is flushed as Vlad pulls away, the injuries healed. [["Not my favorite peculiarity, but, I am pleased that I have it today at least."]] Prom flexes his shoulders and blinks. [["You...never use healing abilities...why did you..."]] Vlad's chin rests on his shoulder as his fingers ran up his sides. [["I knew about the little field missions for the students. Its been all over town. Everyone is talking about it. So, I chose healing in hopes that I may need to be your knight in shining armor and heal you. Do I get favor points from you now? How interesting that this one requires saliva from the user though. Should I lick you up and down to make sure you are all healed?"]] The man kisses his cheek as Prom gently elbows him with a heated expression. [["I am in a class pervert. Calm down."]] Vlad gives an amused grin as he nods and pulls away. [["I told you before, under the tree, that I shall be patient."]]
Prom's eyes widen and he pauses. Tree? That...was a dream wasn't it? Vlad...actually cried? The man gave a smile in reply Prom's stunned expression, before Vlad turns to his team members and gives an apologetic expression. He starts speaking in English, accent a little less heavy after spending months in the states. "Forgive the intrusion and show. I could tell he was going to black out with rage, and so I interfered. I am an expert in the art of calming down this angry Russian by now." He would give a sweet and charming smile as Prom punches him in the shoulder and Vlad chuckles. This whole situation was way too surreal. Was this even Vlad? It had to be, it smelled, sounded and looked like the man he loves. [["Anyhow, since you are okay, I will be going. Remember what I said, when you graduate my little bird. I will wait until then. So hurry up and be finished so you can come see me and we can go home."]] He would move closer and kiss his forehead affectionately. [["I will wait for you to let me see you again. So please, call me or text me. I obsessively wait to hear from you. Don't be a peeper watching me and let me touch you in person. I long to see you already."]] With that, he gave the others a wave and walked away from them when Prom hesitantly let him go. Why did...he feel so different? So gentle and kind. That...wasn't normally how Vlad acted. Was what he said the other day really true? That...Prom has been his only taken lover since they met? Did Vlad maybe...love him too? He didn't want him to leave. And that...shouldn't be normal. He wasn't normal.
With a flushed face and quickly beating heart, the man rest his hand over his chest and sighed. Where did his terror...his fear of Vlad go? He felt entirely...comforted by his presence. Maybe it was because Vlad was the only person to ever calm that part of him. The ugly side that loses control over all his reason. The more unstable side. Or perhaps it is because he would be the only person to ever truly understand and embrace all his ugly parts. This was too overwhelming. He could only calm down a little when Promullar gave him a supportive chime. It would seem that they were both really confused about Vlad's behavior.
he was in such a daze, that he almost forgot where he was. Almost. Looking to his team, and then the sleeping man, he sighs. And then just looks away. His face was still burning and he almost looked shy. God, people actually saw that? How embarrassing. Ugh, what was with this disappointed feeling? Why did everything seem so boring now that Vlad was no longer there? "That audience is my lover and it is none of your business. Just hurry up and get the feds before I change my mind and curb stomp him." The angry tone he had earlier was gone, replaced with a more docile one as he tried to pat his cheeks to calm down.
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