#⌜ tw. ⌟ ✧ ━ ʰᵉᵃᵛʸ ᶠᵒᵍ ᵃᵈᵛⁱˢᵒʳʸ

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❛ i've got you. ❜​

         THREE SIMPLE WORDS.   ones that, many lifetimes ago, might have brought him a sense of comfort   ;   and yet as he stood there facing tarhos... he felt anything but that. what he did feel was the BITTER PILL OF BETRAYAL. vittorio recalled all the long days, and nights, marching side by side with his loyal knight in search of lapis paradisus. he remembered their late night talks, as if they were merely one night prior, rather than over six centuries, but what he recalled most of all   ─   was the dungeon he had been left to rot in, rats vying for their next meal, while tarhos took his vengeance out on the innocent. ALL OF THAT BLOODSHED.

                   ❛   ─   i bet you do... ❜   vittorio responded, finding himself at the end of the knight's mighty sword. ❛   ... your word, tarhos, stopped holding any meaning to me a long time ago. so, go on, get it over with.   ❜   the remaining survivors that had arrived with him, were on the other side of realm, he was certain of that   ;   this could buy them valuable time, to make their exit. when the blade went through his chest, the once nobleman, let out a loud howl before the blood pooled up within his mouth. his eyes following the movement of his head down to the hilt of the blade, rich crimson, seeping from his lips down onto it. ❛   ─   a presto, vecchio amico...   ❜   he pushed out before the entity took her spoils.

bad injury   |      @guardiacompagnia

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         OH HERE COMES THE RATIONALIZATIONS.   the flagrant excuses and spiteful words. very much like the people of his own time, it was entirely way too easy to pass the buck off on magic. with a grunt, the italian pushed himself up from the ground, and sucked at the back of his teeth   ;   the back of one of his hands then moving up to catch the stray blood that rolled down along his cheek.   ❛   ─ that would make things very convenient for you, now wouldn't it? ❜ vittorio responded, with a fair bit of bitterness to the depth of his voice, eyes still refusing to make direct contact with david.

                   ❛ would give you the exact out that you need ... wash your hands clean and just say the MAGIC did it. much easier than admitting to yourself what you know to be true.   ❜ that david, had been enjoying himself, just as much as vittorio had been ; before he had allowed his head and anger over that fact win out.

                   ❛   ... i don't wish to be a pawn in whatever twisted game you play with yourself, david.   ❜   he added a few moments later, a weak laugh coming from him as he motioned around the area that they were all FORCED to reside. prisoners DOOMED to their respective fates.   ❛   ─ but i would implore you to look around... there are far WORSE things at play here, than being queer. or as you so charmingly referred to it, a poof...   ❜

finally, at that moment, he dared to let his eyes briefly skim over to the other man, his own lips pressing into a firm line before he maneuvered his body to stand up from the ground altogether. it didn't take much to realize that david was at odds with himself. just like it didn't take much to fully understand and comprehend that while he may have taken the beating   ─   the person that david had most wanted to hurt... was HIMSELF.

         ❛   ... i don't know who this TRISTAN person is, that you apologized to, but if i were to place my bets? i'd say that was your past life, speaking to you...   ❜   vittorio rationalized,   ❛   ─   but you needn't apologize to me. what's done, is done.    ❜

Hands raised to his head while fingers clung tightly the strains of his dark hair. He stared down at the damage he had done with warm tears that threatened to spill out down his cheeks. There was a chance that he could have killed Vittorio — - and had they been in the real world, that would have carried a heavy consequence. Heavier yet not as drowning as it had in that moment. Knees creak as he lowers himself, hovered over the ground & shook his head. This was not the man he wanted to be. This was not the man that he had fallen in love with and for a mere moment, rare as it was in the forsaken landscape, he forgot himself. He was a young boy again — - denying who he was because he had been ashamed of himself. Of how the world would look at him.

David fucking King. A man who would rather be baptized in the blood of someone else simply because he could not handle — - he was queer. That the man laid recumbent on the ground after he had attacked was someone he desired. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, he chanted. A desperate prayer that he was afraid the Entity would hear — - or the Cenobite would relish in if it could hear him in the hellscape it found its own solace in.

❝ I’m — - I’m sorry, Tristan. I’m sorry. I mean, Vittorio. ❞

Who was Tristan? Why did the name seem to rip his heart from his chest? He shook his head, heel of palm pressed against his forehead while his eyes closed tightly. It won’t happen again. The words cut deeper than any of the monsters that stalked them in the trials ever could. It pierced like a thousand needles. He took an unstable breath and cleared his sinuses as he straightened up and blinked away the tears that still refused to fall.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, rested it on his lips and stared through Vittorio as if he had been nothing but the very air that he breathed in that moment. David’s eyes were wide with confusion and fear. ❝ You’re a fuckin’ liar. ❞ The words were venom that poisoned him as they were uttered. ❝ You got all that fuckin’ magic shite on you. You put a fuckin’ spell on me. Had to of. I ain’t no fuckin’ poof. ❞

Liar, whispered a voice in his head.

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tag drop!! // bc guess who can't leave shit alone? if you guessed me... you'd be right.

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         DAVID'S AFFECTION   (   OR MORE IMPORTANTLY DESIRE   )   WAS HEAVEN.   or at the very least, a marginal sliver of it, in place that was always so shrouded in torment and death. he allowed his body to be pulled closer, the grip that he'd had on the mans face having shifted into something with a tighter foothold to it, fingertips curling ever so slightly into the gruff skin of the other man's cheek. he made zero effort to stop it, though, as it progressed vittorio would have been a fool to not feel the mood shift. desperation had bled so quickly into something a little less so, fueled by something else, to the point that he could TASTE the disdain as it potently as it was being felt. even as the focus had shifted, downward, he felt as if he could choke on the disgust. a feeling that was not his own but belonged to DAVID. 

that was exactly why, when there had been a backward jerk, more akin to a deliberating shake of the senses   ;   he wasn't surprised when he was met with a gaze that if it had the power to KILL it would have. ah, there he was. the lion that would rather engage with his FISTS, and in anger, than allow himself a modicum of release. vittorio had seen this before, in various stages ( with plenty of others ), a man ashamed of himself   ─   of what he craved to feel alive. 

and so went the moment, and in the very NEXT, david was on top of him   ;   fists his biggest talking point while the older man merely brought up enough to guard himself from severe   (   temporary   )   damage. the ringing in his ears, he could not tell if was due to the punches or the screaming, but he could taste the blood in his mouth as each impact sent a message that he was almost certain was not meant for his own ears. A MESSAGE OF HATE AND LOATHING. after third punch, he'd had enough, and wedged his hands between their bodies to assist in shoving david back   ;   the man's own actions doing more than ample amounts of the lifting.

                   at the faintest of tickles to the back of his throat, vittorio coughed   ;   the sound slightly strangled while the blood found it's way up to the surface. slowly, he turned his body, to spit the liquid out onto the ground next to him, while making it a point to not look at david.   ❛   ... no grazie ...   ❜   he paused, dropping himself back onto the ground with a low groan.   ❛   ─   i'll save myself the humiliation of another ─how is it put... beat down?   ❜   vittorio's voice was weak while he stared for the moment, up at the sky, before finally letting his eyes fall closed when both the pain, and the raw emotion beckoned him to do so.  ❛   it was my mistake... won't happen again, however, for sake of clarity... you kissed me first. ❜

He was lost to the intimate caress of their lips together, & David wanted to stay adrift in the sensation. His mouth opened to him, the weight of his tongue and Vittorio’s so present that it sent a chill down his spine. A kiss returned that made every fiber of David ache. It was a pain that reached deep inside, twisted, & threatened to destroy him. The pain was hope. It was from not being alone anymore … not being alone in a place of constant death and darkness. David brought his hands down to rest on the other man’s waist & pulled him closer, so close that the heat from both of their bodies became an inferno that he desperately desired. For a brief glimmer David King was happy. In that moment, his lips & tongue in passionate exploration of Vittorio’s own made him feel ─── alive.

It never lasted, the feeling of life. Like a crashing wave, the doubt started to filter in. The spark of arousal that ignited in him from the way Vittorio’s lips felt against him started to become a bitter burn. Acid to the skin. As the kiss drew out, David began to feel a sickness twist at his gut that poisoned the feeling of elation that had so consumed him. It was replaced by disgust. Disgust in himself & a vileness that he found himself kissing another man. A sickness in his gut that he wanted nothing more to kiss him further. Lips trailing down his throat, further down until he was on his ─── David jerked away as if burned by the very fires of Hell.

No, no, no. David wiped his lips of the kiss as if it was a toxin he meant to rid himself of & stared up at Vittorio. The handsome man who his body desired. He felt a sudden rage broil his skin as the same hand that had wiped the kiss away formed into a balled fist. Everything began to move in slow motion. His arm drew back, his body lunged forward, & the fist connected with the jawline. It struck with such power that David felt the knuckles ache & the momentum carried him onward to crash into Vittorio’s form & bring them both to the ground.

Someone was screaming while Vittorio’s jaw was assaulted again. He heard them yell until his voice was raw & torn. It wasn’t until the third punch, delivered to Vittorio’s face that David had realized he had been the one yelling. All the hate for himself, all the disgust with himself compiled into one target: the object of his affection. He screamed because he wanted it, because he desired & needed it. As he fell back until his back hit against a surface, he stared at his victim with his hands shaking & mingled with both their blood. Stop it, stop it, stop it. He stared down at his legacy ─── unable to even face it himself. I’m sorry, he shook his head and stared down at his bloodied knuckles. ❝ Fuck you, ❞ David breathed, weakly.