#markedsons

[tiberiusmadhouse]

@shelishi​ said: “you are the most important thing to me now.” (to cain and abel)

     It’s not that he didn’t believe that, but it was just... Odd. Given what he’d done, who he still was, what he was still doing. But that didn’t stop a brief softness to his features, And yet you still think he’s an idiot.

“I think everyone is an idiot.’ 

     Rude to have a conversation while another was already in progress, but Seth would understand, even if he only could hear Cain’s half. To be fair, he really did think that everyone else was an idiot, and he’d never hid that. But if someone else tried to hurt their baby brother he’d go, as they liked to call it nowadays, old biblical violent. 

“It’s just a gunshot wound, it’ll heal by itself you don’t need to fuss like this.’ You’re not our mother. I mean... he’s the closest we got most days, and it’s kind of nice he doesn’t just spit in our face and tell us to go to hell. “Yet. He doesn’t do that yet. Still plenty of time.’

[rcliicta]

@tiberiusmadhouse​ said --- “somebody come get her, she’s dancing like a stripper!’ :: abel

      it was the first day of spring … well night // her first out on the town && like always she brought new life with her. the day was so full of work; animals to speak too && a goddess to gather. but spring thought giving persephone one more night with her husband wouldn’t hurt && well she wanted to celebrate. bars were so fill of life, people laughing, drinking … amongst other things // so maybe she went a little harder than she should have. dancing on a bar with a group of women in skimpy little dresses certainly wasn’t the best idea spring had ever had ---- but it certainly was fun.  

      at least until she heard that booming voice over the music // hips halted, hand falling on the waist of the red head grinding against her. innocent hues glancing down at the male as he swaggered over. a bright smile crossing cherry lips as she shimmied from between the girls.

               ❛  well i wouldn’t say like a stripper ...  ❜     she still had clothing on // via it be a cute floral sundress. it was still more than most strippers wore when dancing.      ❛  besides it’s a celebration, aren’t you supposed to be having fun.  ❜    .  

[tiberiusmadhouse]

“It’s been a long day  why don’t you take ten?’

     The answer to Cain’s query was a fist to his jaw, head snapping to the side as he struggled to keep from sprawling out on the floor. Sass is my thing, Cain. Just shut up and get it over with I know you’re exhausted. This was not how it was supposed to go down. One of them fucked up, they died, whoever they pissed off left them in a ditch and later he’d get up and walk it off. Like you did when you were cursed to walk the earth for eternity. How did they find out, Cain? I don’t want to be here for the rest of our lives! But these guys were a different breed, and apparently, when you killed some kid of a cartel, they took that very personally. 

     And now they knew that Cain couldn’t die. He wasn’t sure if they’d figured out that Abel was stuck here with him, but they definitely knew they could torture the hell out of him until everything turned to dust. There was no ransom that was going to be paid, he just had to take it until he could figure a way out. You’re not going to figure out shit, we’re gonna be sitting here until God opens the gates of hell and lets the demons run around on earth. Then they’ll take a turn at us and- A crash outside the small room he’d woken up in five days ago made him blink, but he wasn’t sure the men in the room had heard it. God damn if every inch of him wasn’t sore as hell.

“You look winded.’

|| starter for Seth @shelishi

[tiberiusmadhouse]

@shelishi​ said: he hasn't slept since he saved his brothers and he's pretty sure it shows. "... can i stay with you tonight?" he hates to ask, it hurts him right in his pride. but he can't be awake any longer.

     Cain stared at his brother, shoulder resting against the doorjamb of his motel room. He hadn’t been expecting to see Seth again. Ever. And yet here he was, He looks like shit., looking like shit. Turning to the side, a hand motions to the bed as Cain steps back to let him in. 

“Stay as long as you need.’ 

[tiberiusmadhouse]

@ofdivinegrace said: "Well well this is certainly a treat." (Dick @ Cain (and Abel) )

“I’m going to need to call you back...’

     Blue eyes looked over the man-shaped creature in front of him, feeling tired already and it hadn’t even said ten words. It’s really old, Cain... Like REALLY old. Yes, he was aware of that, tucking his phone into his pocket, an eyebrow rising.

“Halloween’s months away.’

[tiberiusmadhouse]

“How do you feel about motorcycles?’ Resting his chin on the heel of his hand, Abel grinned at the girl as he settled on the stool next to her. “Furthermore, when you were a kid did you ever play ghost rider? I have a bike that I’ll let you do that with if you’re brave enough.’

|| starter for Ally @thenamesallison​

[tiberiusmadhouse]

“Hey, gorgeous.’ Abel crooned to the brunette as he sidled closer at the bar, signalling the bartender. “We can have a wild night of it if you’d like.’

     It’s not that he’s unaware, but six sheets to the wind can erase a lot of things, and then there’d been that guy he’d found near the speakers who had sold him a couple of pills. God, he was feeling good, better than he had in years, and since Cain had been a complete dumb ass, staying up for eight days, there was no way he was waking up any time soon. 

     Still, there was no reason to dilly dally, green eyes bright in the neon light as he reached out to skim his fingers along the woman’s shoulder. She did seem familiar, but that could be anything. Someone Cain had fucked? Someone he had fucked? Well, he didn’t mind seconds, sloppy or otherwise. When she began to turn, Abel’s shoulders rounded slightly, managing to look less intimidating as he relaxed his body. Only to almost throw himself backward when he saw the woman’s face, feeling his whole body go through three different kinds of shock as he stared horrified at the woman’s face.

“Mother?! Aren’t you supposed to be...’ hands gesturing helplessly upwards, before running fingers along his throat. “Y’know... dead? Heaven? What are you doing here?!’

|| starter for Eve @sinnedfirst​

[tiberiusmadhouse]

“Funny how Christ died for everyone’s sins but OURS.’

[tiberiusmadhouse]

see everyone thinks that Cain would be the obvious choice for worst brother out of the set. he’s the first murderer, has a temper, will 10 out of 10 verbally berate you and hit all the weak spots

BUT ABEL

Abel is the middle brother, he didn’t have the expectations that Cain did, and he wasn’t the baby brother like Seth. This is the asshole who thinks that he should get anything that he wants and will do whatever he has to in order to get it. Not to mention he’s been living vicariously and DENIED for YEARS 

this post brought to you by the fact that Abel has me searching for a good critique form to submit to Seth....

[tiberiusmadhouse]

guys i am currently living in my best time line, because every time there’s a tumblr notif on my phone Abel just wails “I DIDN’T KNOW IT WAS MY MOM!!!!!’ while Cain and I just sit here quietly amused at his expense.

[tiberiusmadhouse]

@rcliicta​ said: "i don’t want you to be alone." mercy. | cain or abel

“It’s weird isn’t it.’ Abel mumbled, lifting his hand to take hold of hers, pulling it away from his forehead to stare at her palm. “Cain is never alone, I’m always there. Nagging, mocking, but I can’t hear him like this… I should be able to hear his stupid snoring, or that weird hiccup thing he used to do… I’m probably the only one alive who still knows about that.’

     He was rambling, knew that but couldn’t stop it, a burning low in his gut from the whiskey, and his skin tingling from whatever had been in that needle.

“I’m never alone though, I’m too good looking for that, but it is weird right?’ Sitting up a bit, he pinched the bridge of his nose. “I mean women practically beg to crawl in my bed, but I don’t really have Cain. The fucker. I can’t go drinking with him because he doesn’t want to because I want to. We don’t sit by the fire and talk about our wives. We don’t-’

     The thought stopped unfinished, the melancholy expression that had been peeking from behind the slack muscles of his face clearing as green eyes grew hard. 

“I should have been faster, meaner. Let go of me, Angela, I’m gonna go find a grave to throw his body into after I find someone to bury him in it.’

[tiberiusmadhouse]

     For fuck’s sake. Cain’s right foot slowly slid to the side, dropping under the two by four that swung for the back of his head. She hadn’t even tried to soften the sound of her footsteps, twisting to wrap a hand around her throat and lift. The toes of her boots hit his thighs, fingers biting into the muscle as a kick got too close to his groin.

     Put her down, Cain! This isn’t about you, she’s here for me. Oh Cain was well aware who she was there for, Abel never seemed to shut up about the slattern, the mad woman who found him only to cast him aside for his worthless brother. A pause, recognizing the flickerings of jealousy for what they were, cold eyes taking in the slowly discolouring pale skin as he continued to hold her. Alright. Fine, he was a little jealous that his ridiculous, outlandish, worthless, rake of a sibling, without a body of his own had managed to find a companion. 

     And even with his brother’s soul entwined around his like a strangling vine, Cain was alone. Please, put her down, there’s something wrong. I think she’s been crying.

“Of course she’s been crying, I’m strangling her.’ Cain snapped, but he let go, looking down at the woman coughing and wheezing at his feet. 

     Except she didn’t stay there, Cain’s breath leaving him on a grunt, when she yanked his ankle and sent him falling backwards. That’s my girl. Abel crooned in his head, and Cain couldn’t help but agree. Amused that he’d let himself fall for such a simple trick. 

|| starter for Yelena @belcva

[tiberiusmadhouse]

     Feet stopping, Cain’s eyes narrowed as he slowly turned to look across the street. Something had caught his attention, someone. His mark was somewhere else, the cursed immortal had only needed a bit of fresh air, and a caffeine refill. The little cafe across the way had been looked over, and then discarded. He’d do better with a gas station, where the coffee was little more than sludge at the bottom of the pot. Burnt, but potent.

     Except there was someone that had caught his eye, jaw tensing as he looked at each face, forced himself to remember. Gaze pausing on a pale visage, his brow furrowed, there but who- She’s pretty, but I don’t like her... that’s odd. That was definitely odd, Abel liked anything with a pussy, Cain’s fingers rubbing at the denim over his thigh. Was she a bad lay? Maybe that’s it, but even then I’m not against going back for a sec- Ignoring his brother’s musings, Cain stared at the face until it finally clicked.

    Oh. Hey! What are you doing? There’s a truck coming! Cain what the hell, you dying is my thing, knock it the fuck off! Teeth bared in what might be viewed as a grin, Cain lifted his arm  with a loud HEY as he moved in front of the oncoming vehicle. Air rushed out his lungs as the front of the truck hit him in the side, cracking his hip, legs swept out from beneath him as the momentum carried him until it launched him as the truck came to a screeching halt.

    Cain! You piece of shi- 

“Death...’ Cain gasped, his entire body screaming when he finally came to a stop. No... Oh shit, that son of a bitch! Get up! We gotta- “Minute... I... Fuck...’

     Worth it. A reminder of the creature's failure that both brothers were still bitter about, Cain feeling his consciousness slowly slipping away as he stared upwards. Thank fuck a nap...

|| starter for Death @rcliicta​

[tiberiusmadhouse]

     There was still blood in the lines of his knuckles, a knife wound on his back that itched like hell, and he was still recovering from the hangover that Abel had left him with when he’d passed out. But now? Now he was home, or the closest thing he’d come to it since that long ago time outside of Eden. Can you hurry up? The sooner you get to the bed, the sooner you pass out again and I get time with our angel. 

“Jokes on you, I’m wide awake, and will be for at least five more days.’ The groan that earned him was sweet, pushing his key card into the reader, and shouldering open the door. “I’ll tell her all the whining you did on the mission, as a consolation.’

     That’s not exactly what I need her to know about, and I wasn’t whining! Call a spade a spade, all he’d heard the entire mission was how much Abel hated the liquor, and wanted to go home. Well now they were home, duffel bag dropped by the front door, jacket shrugged off and left draped over it. Cain wasn’t one to be over affectionate, but even he wanted to hug the tiny doctor. He was weary, not sleepy, but after a quick look through the apartment, realized the bedroom was the only place the medic could be. 

“Angel?’ He called softly, cracking open the door in case she was asleep. Angela was asleep, but it was most likely due to the four bottles he could see on the bed. “Ah, that’s not good. Angel, c’mon, wake up. You need a bath.’

|| starter for Mercy @rcliicta​

[tiberiusmadhouse]

how many brain cells do you have?

Abel: You have like half a brain cell on a good day. You share a brain cell with someone else and you never know when you get to have the brain cell it's always a surprise and sometimes you have to fight over it.

“That’s because I don’t think with my head I thnk with my-’

                       “NOPE! Go to your corner right now. Shoo!’

[tiberiusmadhouse]

     Fuck it hurt, unsteady fingers wrapping around the hilt of the dagger he’d come around to find plunged into his chest. One, two- A harsh croak of sound escaped him as Cain yanked the blade out, feeling blood sluggishly seep out of the wound even as it slowly began to close. That was going to need stitches, though he wasn’t sure where the hell Abel had left him for dead.

     Blue eyes lifting, he looked around him trying to see a familiar landmark, a nasty taste of old blood and whiskey on his tongue. Tugging his shirt away from the wound, he staggered out of the alley towards the street, wiping his hand on denim jeans. There were a lot of people, but as long as he managed to keep his feet, everything should be fine.

“Shit, ‘scuse me.’ The wound in his chest screamed, even as he reached out to steady the person he’d walked into, before letting go to move around them.

|| starter for Eve @sinnedfirst​