A TRUE KING OF THE NORTH
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i think imma make a robb stark blog B)
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he doesn’t know why the red eyes still
surprise him along with each sharp tooth
in the demon’s mouth. booker starts
shaking as his head ducks down, and then
he lets out a sharp cry as the sharp teeth
settle into this pale skin. hands move to
try and push him away, panic written
across his features and blood trickling
down the side of his neck. he wriggles against
him, trying his best to get away, but it’s
nearly impossible with the other’s immensely
strong grip on his hair.
“g-get off !!” he can feel the drowsiness
starting to settle in from blood loss and
shock, his body becoming increasingly
heavier as he loses the ability to stand.
his irritation was starting to
wear thin. yes, irritation. the
whole thing was nothing more
than minor irritation; a spider
swatting at an annoying fly.
he forced the other’s chin up,
their eyes meeting. his mouth
opened, rows of sharpened teeth
greeting Booker. the demon’s head
lowered as he went for the other’s
throat, teeth sinking past flesh and
into the front of the other’s neck.
fingers kept a grip of steel on
his hair, holding his head in place
as the demon drank the other’s blood.
and he did everything in his power to
make the feeding very, very, very painful.
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begins to absentmindedly style his hair into
a mohawk, and when he’s bored, he moves
his hands down to squish at his cheeks
playfully. “ ‘s alright. i’m not going anywhere.”
he’ll give an appreciative hum as booker
starts to touch his hair, closing his eyes as
he leans his head back on the couch. “i
just needed some time to get over myself.”
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“i-i know, will. it’s not your fault. it’s not your fault,
i swear. remember how i told you about my... when
i’m not the same as i usually am? you’re usually not
around when that happens and... i’m sorry, will. i
love you —” moves closer, worry and guilt etched
across his face as he kneels beside him, careful not
to make any movements that could be taken as
harmful.
the pup peeks up at him before hiding his face,
sniffling into his arm. booker’s kinder voice is
nice to hear, but at the same time, he’s quite
terrified. william shivers, looking up at booker
again with wet, pink cheeks and red eyes. “i –
i don’t underst–stand….” he swallows, “you hurt
me — i was just trying to h-help.”
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“i happen to love kissing you. i just didn’t
know that you even wanted me to go near
you after all that.” smiles and straightens
back up, playing with finn’s hair.
he hums into the kiss but his pout is back as soon
as it’s over. “were you really gone so long that you
don’t even like kissing me anymore?“
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yelps at the next kick, fingers coming up
to wrap around the demon’s wrists weakly
with a a choked noise. eyes follow his
every move, flinching when he feels sharp
nails against his skin. he’s not going to cry
yet though. he’s never been the victim
before, so his mind is in overdrive, eyes
wide and heart beating out of his chest.
“i-i’m worthless. i’m... nothing. i’m -” he has
to pause, eyes squeezing shut before he can
continue. “i’m pitiful and disgusting.”
the incubus makes a tsk
sound at the other’s failed
attempt at a prayer. he really
didn’t expect the other to know
it; he banked on his failure. he
kicked the other one more time
before kneeling before him. claws
dug into the skin of his neck, almost
touching his trachea, while the other
hand fiercely gripped his chin.
" wrong, wrong, wrong.
you should feel ashamed.
very ashamed. now, confess
to me. tell me how worthless
you are. tell me that you’re nothing.
that you’re pitiful. disgusting. “
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“how many times do i have to apologize before we can fucking
move past this?? look, i’ll try my best to avoid getting into shit
that fucking bad, but i can’t really control it. i’m fine, and you’re
fine, and everything should just be... FINE.” huffs in return, hand
running through his hair in irritation. “i’ll try to find a fucking
payphone or something if there even is a next time.”
“what the fuck was i supposed to think? before the longest you’d
ever be gone for was a couple days, and you’d always come back,
but it was weeks of silence, and i was fucking terrified.” he’ll heave
an angry sigh, scratching ty behind the ear before setting the dog
down and wrapping his arms around his chest, as if he were cold.
“i thought you were fucking dead, asshole.”
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“oh yeah ?? sounds like fun. wish i had an ex to kill.”
booker finds some amusement in the fact that he can
ramble over topics like this with the other as if it were
any normal conversation. for him, it really is.
bloodluust
❛Guess what.❜ He considers the other to be more or less a
friend now, or the closest to it that he actually gets. ❛I killed
my ex last week.❜
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winces as he’s pulled up, whimpering
as he feels sharp nails pierce his skin
to begin bloody trails down the side of
his face. yelps at the first kick, then
chokes a bit at the next. he scrambles
his brain for any memory of the prayer
( his parents had made him go to church ),
but he comes up only with a few snippets.
“o-our father, who art in heaven... hallowed
be thy name -- give us this day our daily
bread... ? ”
the clawed hand descended
to grab the other by his hair.
he adjusted his grip so that
his claws were digging into
the other’s scalp, drawing thin
lines of b l o o d. the incubus then
craned his foot back and slammed
it into the other’s stomach … repeatedly.
" recite the Lord’s prayer, and I’ll
think about stopping. but only if
you say every line correctly. “
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can’t help the murderous glare he keeps trained on
the experienced ghoul, snarling at him. “F I N E, i’ll
do your fuckin’ shitty ass jobs you get from a fucking
shittier person.” or at least, he assumes so. he’s never
met the guy. “and stop sayin’ my name like that. it’s
BOOKER. with an ‘-er’ at the END.” reaches his
untouched arm up, hand pressing against his wound.
it would heal soon enough, but the slightest move
sent waves of pain through his body.
“you fuckin’ happy?? i got blood all over myself now.”
“ please, bookah, tell me: where else will yous get
the PROTECTION YOUS NEED ?? yous think yer
tough shit, but truth is………YER A GHOUL. yer
nuttin’. “ hand grips the handle tight. “ oh, but rudi,
yous a ghoulie too !! AH YEAH, I KNOW THAT !! i
know that veeeeeery well, bookah. but….i’m the one
wit’ the connections. i’m the one who has this all SET
UP fer ungrateful little SHITS like yous. “
he’ll begin to s l o w l y pull the switchblade from the
other ghoul’s arm, DARK BLOOD staining the cool
metal. “ if yous wanna leave, s—- ure, i guess, but…
yer anyone’s GAME then. “
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all he can do is watch in shock as the
other transforms, and though he would
never admit it, he begins to regret his
decision in not apologizing. especially
when he’s sent stumbling to the ground
with a pounding in his head. his eyes
squeeze shut as he holds his head on the
ground, only opening them slightly to peek
up at the demon. eyes catch glowing red
ones in return, and he only squeezes his
eyes shut again as if to make him go away.
his body wastes no time in
reacting to the other’s words.
his body gives a lazy roll, o n c e.
twin h o r n s burst from his forehead
and curl down, near his ears. his
w i n g s slide out from his back and
burst through the cloth of his shirt.
fingers flex as his nails sharpen and
curl. sanguine hues lock on their target:
Booker.
his speed kicks in as he closes
the distance between them and
snaps his head back, then hurls
it forward: a wicked headbutt.
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squeals again as pain sears throughout his
whole body, arm feeling as if it were on fire.
hopefully rudi doesn’t have a lighter on him
if he’s really that pissed. eyes squeeze shut,
willing himself to hold back TEARS. his head
is spinning, so he’s not sure how long he can
stand.
“w-why is your protection so special ?? and
what’re you gonna do if i continue to not follow
orders ??”
of course he’s not going to just TAKE IT OUT.
not going to give booker any kind of LEVERAGE.
the elder ghoul begins to T W I S T the blade,
dark fluid falling from the wound & down his arm.
rudiger has little patience when HIS ASS IS ON THE
LINE.
“ see, if yous want MY PROTECTION ?? yous do what
i say. i getcha a job ?? yous ain’t fuckin’ COMPLAIN. i’m
so—– NICE, yous know ?? n’ this is the THANKS I GET ??
gosh, gosh, yer so UNGRATEFUL. “
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he’s not sure what he expected to find in the
bedroom, but he’s greeted with william curled
up in the corner. well, that jogs his memory a
bit. “will ?” his voice is soft, inquiring as he keeps
his distance from the werewolf. “will, i’m sorry
that was - it shouldn’t have happened while i was
here. it should’ve -- i’m sorry, will.” he had felt the
familiar signs of one of those psycho spells, but
he’d ignored it, foolishly.
he’d crawled and hid in the bedroom. shut the
door and pulled himself into the corner and against
the wall, curled up and resting his head on his knees.
might be crying, but that’s out of shock more than
anything. he’s a soft one. doesn’t even look up as
booker walks into the room, but he does curl further
into his frame, makes himself impossibly small.
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“hmmm.... no. i don’t apologize.
and i don’t retract statements that
happen to be true. soooo... yeah,
you’re not getting that apology. i
can’t help it. i’m just a gift to this earth.”
“ I’m going to give you
one chance and one chance
only to retract that statement
and apologize. otherwise, I will
reach into your body, r i p out
whatever organs have, and make
you beg me to put them back.
I’m waiting … and I’m getting impatient. ”
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booker will simply watch him disappear into a
different room without a word, remaining in the
living room until those fucking voices stop. and
when they do he has to collect himself ( which
takes about an hour ) before he seeks out will.
the whole ordeal had really been a blur.
sniffles a little and curls even tighter. feels bruised,
which would heal easily, but it still stung. and he might
be a bit more jumpy around booker for a bit. william
wobbles to his feet, peeking at the larger but for once
he’s completely silent as he starts to exit the room to
hide from him.
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“regular restrictions on being cocky do
not apply to me.”
“definitely such thing.”
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