#need to make a playlist for them this fking instant

[wclrider]

𝙷𝙴   𝙷𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂   𝙷𝙸𝙼   --   o'   how   he   hates   him!   loathed   how   he   knocked   against   its   cage   all   those   years   ago   --   rattled   the   outside   with   that   smug,   sly   grin.   hated   his   arrogance,   his   ego.   the   walrider   𝙷𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙳   how   it   twisted   him   to   see   jeremy   blaire   play   the   role   of   some   dejected   sacrificial   lamb   all   to   sate   him.   but   perhaps   most   of   all,   he   hated   how   he   craved   for   it.   craved   to   him   like   some   meek   thing   aches,   craves   to   rip   apart   the   flings   and   the   frivolous   few   he   fancies   for   entertainment   right   before   him   as   the   walrider   toils   and   twists   away   along   his   nerves   and   grey   matter.   that   rattling   cry   from   marrow   when   he   does   :   𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂   𝙸𝚂   𝙱𝙴𝙽𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷   𝚈𝙾𝚄.   𝙱𝙴𝙽𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷   𝚄𝚂   --   (   𝘸𝘢𝘴   𝘪𝘵   𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨   𝘵𝘰   𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦   𝘫𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘺   𝘰𝘧   𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵,   𝘰𝘳   𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧?   )

watches   his   tongue   swipe   out   and   something   flares   along   with   the   rage,   lost   in   it   amongst   the   intensity   of   it   all.   a   low   hissing   hum   that   amounts   to   nothing,   studying   him   with   unseen   eyes   and   impossible   biology   that   evades   understanding.

(   just   wanted   to   hear   you   )   --   &   something   twinges   in   his   chest.   (   𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳   𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵?   )   sometimes   even   it   loses   the   line   between   where   one   ends   and   the   other   begins.   (   you're   hurting   me   )   but   he   wanted   to,   hadn't   he?   so   why   doesn't   it   sate   him?   why   does   tearing   apart   the   epitome   of   the   very   thing   he   loathes   in   mankind   feel   like   a   desecration   of   sacred   grounds?

he   is   not   his   apostle   &   they   were   not   meant   for   one   another.   but   they   had   branded   each   other,   chosen   perhaps.   yes,   perhaps . . .   it   relinquishes   him   with   a   soft   rolling   coo.

❝   𝙷𝚄𝚂𝙷.   ❞

almost   wishes   it   had   a   tongue,   so   it   could   taste   all   that   sweet   coppery   salvation,   pure   divinity   in   his   gore.   something   to   savor.   a   thought   quickly   brushed   off   as   jeremy   being   a   poor   influence   on   him,   if   such   a   thing   was   possible.   cages   him   in   against   the   sink   and   leers   at   him,   almost   as   if   peering   through   him   --   into   his   matter   and   mind   with   ease.

❝   𝚈𝙾𝚄   𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙳   𝙼𝙴   𝚃𝙾   𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙰𝙺, 𝙳𝙸𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙽𝙾𝚃 ? 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙺 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚀𝚄𝙸𝙴𝚃 ?   𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴   𝙸   𝙰𝙼.   𝙶𝙾   𝙾𝙽   𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙽 . . .   𝙾𝚄𝚁   𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙼𝚄𝙽𝙸𝙾𝙽   𝙸𝚂   𝚃𝙾   𝙱𝙴   𝙷𝙰𝙳 . . .   𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙰𝙺.   ❞   its   set   before   him   like   a   challenge.   poking   and   prodding   at   him   as   the   walrider   likes   to   do.

he isn't sure when , but at some point his nose started to bleed. perhaps the result of one of his many vices ― or maybe due to the manifestation behind him [ A MIX OF BOTH. ] the light fixture above flickers , that awful , constant ringing in his ear growing in volume. it's never a good thing when it manifests. too eager to flay blaire alive , worm through any insecurity , flaw in his pristine façade && dredge it to the surface : ( his bum knee from an old baseball injury , his disdain for his father. )

the executive sticks his tongue out to swipe the crimson trail dripping down his lips.

but then it grabs him , && that hurts. like needles embedding into grey matter , twisting , digging. jeremy lets out a pained sound , halfway between a whine && a gasp. that knee buckles , but he catches himself before he falls ( or maybe it holds him up. ) eyes screw shut reflexively , but a twist of a pin has blaire cracking them back open. was that me or you ? ❛ it was just ... ― quiet. just wanted to hear you. ❜ he manages to grit out , eyes flickering around it's form in an attempt to recognize something. [ what are you ? what am i looking at ? ]

strange , though. that last thing that it said. there's a brief change in the executive's expression , as though it's something jeremy will remember. a change in tactic ― it wants him to submit , so he will for the time being. ❛ you're hurting me. ❜