cont. from [here] @gnarledbite
Well, he was hurting, alright. An explosion was rough to go through, even for a vampire. Flames had licked at his skin, which struggled to heal properly as he trudged through the plumes of thick and noxious smoke. Shrapnel was still buried in his muscles like torturous splinters of agony. It hurt, and it hurt in a way all to similar to the pain he felt upon his death and rebirth.
Memories of the War were beginning to pull at his mind, but with that last burst of destruction, the hunter base was destroyed, an they were one step closer to winning the battle for the city. It was a simple price to pay. He'd just need a damn good meal and some sleep after all that. Thank Mithras for the fortitude and resistance to flame frenzy.
Then, no sooner than he'd tasted fresh air, he was embraced into a kiss. As the teeth and what remained of lips pressed against his own, Ruairi felt the shockwave of emotion pulse right through him. That was Garrett. Kissing him. And not just a peck like men were comfortable with back in the old days, but a full, deep, desperate kiss.
The kind he'd wanted to plant on Garrett's lips for so long now. When they parted, and Garrett began to turn sheepish on him again, Ruairi knew he couldn't let it simmer any longer. He took Garrett's face into his gentle hands, pulling him back into another, more confident kiss. He wanted it to be the kind of kiss that dispelled any lingering doubt of his attraction. He put all of himself into the contact, finger's gracing up against Garrett's cheekbones and jawline.
After the moment, he pulled himself back, resting his brow against the other man's forehead and saying, "I dunno, I think the kiss was a good start." A pang of pain rung through his flesh, and he winced as he hunched over, his face moving to bury into Garrett's shoulder. "Urgh... but now that you mention it..."
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prettiest girl in the morgue🕷️🖤🪦
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𓈒✩ @shachou
of all the visits that could walk through the door , none would shock the older muto more than the one person that just caused the bell to chime in warning echoes through the game shop . even if he had heard constant news of the ceo of kaiba corporation & both had been victims during the events of duelist kingdom , this was the first time the elder held any direct contact with the younger , not since the incident with his blue eyes white dragon . a memory that , given his age , felt bittersweet by just the rememberance of it .
still , the beaming of his wrinkled face & gleam in his eyes revealed nothing about that past occurrence . instead , he opted for welcoming him like he would one of his grandson's friends , or yugi himself..
❛ kaiba kun , to what do i owe the pleasure of this visit ? if you've come looking for yugi , he left not too long ago to buy eggs . ❜ & now that he thought about it.. he placed his hand under his chin as his face turned into a thoughtful expression . ❛ two weeks , as a matter of fact.. ❜
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if I pretend hard enough I can fool myself into thinking kafka’s roach themed and not spider themed like they missed out so hard here </3
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why is this the cringest most tumblr take I could have expected from here
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@sanguine-salvation
Scaling a city took a toll on the Beast, and cost no small amount of blood. The pangs drove him to a stop at one of the edges of a bank's rooftop, where he looked down at all the morsels and meals below. Isolated in a building's back outlet was a woman trying to get her phone to work. She didn't have a chance to even see him before he was behind her.
He grabbed her by the hair, ignoring her scream before biting down on her neck. She went lax in his arms, the euphoria of the Kiss being enough to quiet her. He fed and fed and fed until her vein ran dry, and her heart slowed to a stop. Forcefully, he shoved the body down to the ground, feeling the blood beginning to reject. "Useless bitch..."
Then it expelled from his body, through his mouth, nose, and eyes. He lurched forward with an awful retching sound, nearly falling to his knees. Bloodpurges were painful -- sometimes excruciating -- but to the Beast, all pain was numbed behind the blanket of frenzy. Beyond that, he sensed something nearing him. Something familiar.
Something that belonged to him.
His black eyes looked back over his shoulder, spotting the aura approaching. "... Oh, Viktor..." he said under his breath, hazy and rough in timbre, "Viktor, Viktor, Viktor..."
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