gully-ghoul

[gully-ghoul]

Hell yeah, babe! Just lemme know. I can make cocktails! And hell, if you're interested, I'll even stop and pick up a new pack, whatever you like. Call it a gift. 😏

You one of Terzo's? And a smoker? Babe, tell me why we ain't linked up yet! Hit me up, just know I prolly needa be back to my room by 8. You get it.

( @gully-ghoul )

Hm, I don’t know why we haven’t.. linked up yet.

I’ll plan on hitting you up definitely! >:)

[gully-ghoul]

Gully tried to stay focused on the man's every word as he spoke, focused on not making himself look like a fool, but the commanding undercurrent of every syllable that left his mouth had the ghoul overheating where he sat. There was no way he was actually being this sensitive. He was, by all accounts, a whore. He'd never been shy about anything, and now he was shivering and actually considering that he might not be able to get out of this with just a slap on the wrist. Gully bowed his head, stilling his shaking hands out of pure will to sweep his scales down against his head to look less flustered and get at least a shred of his dignity back. Confidence went a long way.

"I promise you, Papa, I wasn't trying to bribe you at all. I mean, please, you're assuming that a scrappy ghoul like me could bribe you at all." He scoffed, crossing one leg over the other to hide his hand reaching to search for something in his pocket. The thick scales on his temples kept twitching playfully like ears. "I was just trying to offer, have some hospitality. A little drink goes a long way, and with a man like you in front of me, I'm more than willing to pull out all the stops. One little glass of wine—even a whole bottle, if you'd fancy sharing with someone like me—it'd hardly hurt my little collection." Gully looked over his shoulder and rubbed his nose, hiding his face as he rolled his eyes at himself. He hated feeling lesser like this. It was like his face and stomach were on fire, and it certainly wasn't from the alcohol—he'd hardly had any.

He froze when Terzo insinuated that he might've been interested in the man, though. His scales clicked strangely as he turned back toward him, and his pupils had dilated so far that the reflection made them look wholly an unnatural greenish-white. A huff escaped between his thick, jagged teeth. "... No. I'd be a fool to be so bold just the day I've met you. But I'm not shy. I'd be upfront if I was interested, especially in such a handsome man. Still. No. Not one bit." Gully bowed his head, glancing at Terzo through his eyelashes and brows. He tried to subtly cling to his bottle of absinthe with his tail and pull it close enough for him to get a quick swig, but it was too great of a risk. He probably wouldn't be able to swallow, anyway.

Finally, it was late enough in the day to justify slowing down and grabbing the drink. Gully had already been fluttering about the Ministry since the early hours of the morning, running between helping Sisters with some of their domestic tasks, cleaning up bedrooms as others left them, and sneaking in small breaks to practice his bass. But once he heard the bell toll near the evening, he said a lazy prayer and let himself into the small cellar lounge.

With every step, he fought to balance himself just right to minimize the creaking of the boards. One wrong step, or one too quick, and he'd be alerting everyone in the building to his habits. Still once he got to the last step, he threw all caution to the wind and hopped down, not minding the loud creak and near-split of the old wood. Gully danced over to a dusty loveseat and plopped down, wrenching a hidden bottle of absinthe out from behind it. The stone floor of the cellar had kept it cool enough to enjoy.

But just as he popped it open, he flinched at the sound of the stairs.

@gully-ghoul

Terzo, having been as busy as ever, had finally given up on the last stack of paperwork. He probably shouldn't push it to the next day, but that was, however, what he'd chosen to do. A man could only stare at page after page for so long before it all melted together in an incoherent mess. That's when he knew that he'd been working for too long.

He had taken the liberty of walking the halls, now that they had become mostly desolate, enjoying the silence, and the sometimes quiet chatter from siblings and ghouls in the distance. Everything had seemed rather normal, until something had caught his eye. One of the ghouls, seemingly letting himself into a space he definitely shouldn't be. At least, it would seem so with the way he was sneaking around. Terzo's curiosity got the better of him, and he decided to follow. Quietly.

He had managed to move undetected, but once he reached the bottom of the steps, he the boards creaking under his feet, he gave up on trying to remain unseen, in stead clearing his throat in a noticeable manner. He studied the ghoul, finally taking a few steps closer, allowing himself to move into the scarce light of the cellar.

"Absinthe? A peculiar poison to pick, ghoul"

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[gully-ghoul]

Gully nodded, slowly setting his bottle back down on the ground. The little clink of thick glass against old stone echoed softly around the cellar, but made the usually-confident ghoul flinch. He was... absolutely fucked. He'd only gotten to interact with Terzo in passing for seconds at a time, and their first impression was going to be him sneaking off to do some day drinking? He shoved his thick tail off of his lap as its scales stood and shuddered against each other like an agitated hornet.

He slowly turned his head, eyes idling over the shelves at the other side of the cellar. He wasn't sure if he had any bourbon left over, and he was always stingy with his brandy, but there were crates upon crates of red wine readily available. The only issue was finding the exact bottle that the man would fancy enough to forget the current compromising situation. "... I mean, that's a good palate. I love me some red wine, too. You can feel free to grab anything you like...? That's my little personal collection—that shelf to the left that only reaches half up the wall. I've got all my best in there, baby, don't be shy." Gully immediately flinched when he let his casual speech and petname slip, wanting to slap himself immediately.

But between the glowing eye and Terzo's offer of something "better" than a drink, he was melting faster than a popsicle in the dessert. And suddenly, he really wished he had that popsicle to cool himself off a little. He knew the man's offer was certainly not going to be something good for him, but he let his mind wander to everything it could be for just a second. "That sounds lovely, actually, Papa. My name'd Gully, by the way. Water ghoul, at your service. Just figured I should properly introduce myself before this goes much further, if y'know what I mean." Despite the blatant confidence in his eyes, the chuckle that followed his words sounded pitiful and embarrassed.

Finally, it was late enough in the day to justify slowing down and grabbing the drink. Gully had already been fluttering about the Ministry since the early hours of the morning, running between helping Sisters with some of their domestic tasks, cleaning up bedrooms as others left them, and sneaking in small breaks to practice his bass. But once he heard the bell toll near the evening, he said a lazy prayer and let himself into the small cellar lounge.

With every step, he fought to balance himself just right to minimize the creaking of the boards. One wrong step, or one too quick, and he'd be alerting everyone in the building to his habits. Still once he got to the last step, he threw all caution to the wind and hopped down, not minding the loud creak and near-split of the old wood. Gully danced over to a dusty loveseat and plopped down, wrenching a hidden bottle of absinthe out from behind it. The stone floor of the cellar had kept it cool enough to enjoy.

But just as he popped it open, he flinched at the sound of the stairs.

@gully-ghoul

Terzo, having been as busy as ever, had finally given up on the last stack of paperwork. He probably shouldn't push it to the next day, but that was, however, what he'd chosen to do. A man could only stare at page after page for so long before it all melted together in an incoherent mess. That's when he knew that he'd been working for too long.

He had taken the liberty of walking the halls, now that they had become mostly desolate, enjoying the silence, and the sometimes quiet chatter from siblings and ghouls in the distance. Everything had seemed rather normal, until something had caught his eye. One of the ghouls, seemingly letting himself into a space he definitely shouldn't be. At least, it would seem so with the way he was sneaking around. Terzo's curiosity got the better of him, and he decided to follow. Quietly.

He had managed to move undetected, but once he reached the bottom of the steps, he the boards creaking under his feet, he gave up on trying to remain unseen, in stead clearing his throat in a noticeable manner. He studied the ghoul, finally taking a few steps closer, allowing himself to move into the scarce light of the cellar.

"Absinthe? A peculiar poison to pick, ghoul"

[ @gully-ghoul ]

[gully-ghoul]

[gully-ghoul]

I am not immune to cult tactics. If this fag said to me “I know you have it rough, but I have a solution. You need to join my satanic church and fuck nasty” I wouldn’t be able to say no. Who do you think I am? I would never turn down an opportunity for lore development.

[gully-ghoul]

Gully remained tense, watching the bottom of the stairs with harsh, glowing eyes as he waited for whatever was there to either show itself or turn out to be nothing but the wind. He was praying it was just the wind, truthfully. With all the rabid moving about he'd been doing, jumping between tasks and ghouls like a desperate flea, he wanted nothing more than some peace and... relative quiet. And a few guilty pleasures.

When Terzo came into the dim light, though, Gully froze. He slowly leaned forward out of the half-shadow he'd been hiding under and cautiously set his bottle down. He raised his hands up on either side of his head and stared. Because of the low light, his eyes looked to be reflecting an uncanny red color. "Papa," he finally started, voice low in his chest, "I wasn't actually going to... Aha, you know I wasn't gonna do anything bad. Just needed to loosen up a little after working all day." The ghoul purred, trying to draw something up from the man, some sympathy or pity or anything, that'd keep him from getting spurned for this.

Finally, he stood from his rickety loveseat and adjusted his cassock. His long, heavy tail started wagging lazily behind him, his scales sliding against each other and making a playful, cricket-like chirp. "Come on, Papa, it's not so bad. I bet you had a long day, too, huh? You want some?" He flinched as soon as he let the words slip. It probably wasn't the best idea, but he'd take the risk.

Finally, it was late enough in the day to justify slowing down and grabbing the drink. Gully had already been fluttering about the Ministry since the early hours of the morning, running between helping Sisters with some of their domestic tasks, cleaning up bedrooms as others left them, and sneaking in small breaks to practice his bass. But once he heard the bell toll near the evening, he said a lazy prayer and let himself into the small cellar lounge.

With every step, he fought to balance himself just right to minimize the creaking of the boards. One wrong step, or one too quick, and he'd be alerting everyone in the building to his habits. Still once he got to the last step, he threw all caution to the wind and hopped down, not minding the loud creak and near-split of the old wood. Gully danced over to a dusty loveseat and plopped down, wrenching a hidden bottle of absinthe out from behind it. The stone floor of the cellar had kept it cool enough to enjoy.

But just as he popped it open, he flinched at the sound of the stairs.

@gully-ghoul

Terzo, having been as busy as ever, had finally given up on the last stack of paperwork. He probably shouldn't push it to the next day, but that was, however, what he'd chosen to do. A man could only stare at page after page for so long before it all melted together in an incoherent mess. That's when he knew that he'd been working for too long.

He had taken the liberty of walking the halls, now that they had become mostly desolate, enjoying the silence, and the sometimes quiet chatter from siblings and ghouls in the distance. Everything had seemed rather normal, until something had caught his eye. One of the ghouls, seemingly letting himself into a space he definitely shouldn't be. At least, it would seem so with the way he was sneaking around. Terzo's curiosity got the better of him, and he decided to follow. Quietly.

He had managed to move undetected, but once he reached the bottom of the steps, he the boards creaking under his feet, he gave up on trying to remain unseen, in stead clearing his throat in a noticeable manner. He studied the ghoul, finally taking a few steps closer, allowing himself to move into the scarce light of the cellar.

"Absinthe? A peculiar poison to pick, ghoul"

[ @gully-ghoul ]

[gully-ghoul]

tried to surprise my ancient husband. its been two hours now and he still hasnt taken off his oxygen mask for more than a couple seconds to cough.

id say date night ruined but its kind of nice to have a quiet night in together <3

[gully-ghoul]

He's about as alive as a sea monkey from one of those plastic tanks you get in the mail. But I adore him. And speaking of, I've gotta make sure he gets his oatmeal before he tries to go to bed... Sorry, gimme one second.

"I really need to talk here more, but thought I'd show this. I can't remember where I got this glove, but I think a sister gave it to me. Don't mind my nails - I need to paint them soon."

[gully-ghoul]

Well I can certainly say that ever since I started staying in his room, the Sisters have been taking a break from watching him. I'm not complaining, though, honestly. I think the only thing keeping him alive is occasionally saline drips, very fiber-packed oatmeal twice a day, and... cuddling. 👁️ 👁️ You understand.

"I really need to talk here more, but thought I'd show this. I can't remember where I got this glove, but I think a sister gave it to me. Don't mind my nails - I need to paint them soon."

[gully-ghoul]

That's real. I'm having to come up with new shit every day trying to get stuff going, and no matter what I try, I look back and he's passed out in his chair with his damn oxygen mask on. I mean, I love him, but goddamn... 😭

"I really need to talk here more, but thought I'd show this. I can't remember where I got this glove, but I think a sister gave it to me. Don't mind my nails - I need to paint them soon."

[gully-ghoul]

Well, luckily, I'm not usually the one that has to tap out... Actually, I think I'd be ecstatic if the day came that I had to. But y'know what? I'm happy for you! Good luck with your endurance—hey, maybe you'll get a lil extra fun out of him if you tell him you gotta "train".

I'd say that worked for me back before I committed to my beloved but... no, it didn't. Might work for you, though! Go ahead and use it! 😎🤙

"I really need to talk here more, but thought I'd show this. I can't remember where I got this glove, but I think a sister gave it to me. Don't mind my nails - I need to paint them soon."

[gully-ghoul]

Oh yeah? Well, ain't that an idea? I might have to try that with my dearest, see if I can get something going, y'know? ;) But then again, unlike your fella, I don't think Nihil could manhandle me much, if at all...

How long did you get outta yours? You think I could get something like that with a little absinthe and a couple pills? 👀

"I really need to talk here more, but thought I'd show this. I can't remember where I got this glove, but I think a sister gave it to me. Don't mind my nails - I need to paint them soon."

[gully-ghoul]

Ooh, so it's casual? You're a lucky ducky, baby, having a ghoul willing to sweep you off your feet like that. I'm lucky I never seriously got into the band. With how often my dearest pages me to come back to our room, I'd be missing so many rehearsals they'd think I was dead.

"I really need to talk here more, but thought I'd show this. I can't remember where I got this glove, but I think a sister gave it to me. Don't mind my nails - I need to paint them soon."

[gully-ghoul]

What?! Honey, that's the best part! Why else do you think ghouls pretty themselves up so much?! I'm just lucky my man still lets me fool around—it's kind of a given, since he's so old, really. I mean... I haven't taken advantage of the opportunity, but it's nice that he would let me if I wanted to.

But good for you! You earned that wine, baby!

"I really need to talk here more, but thought I'd show this. I can't remember where I got this glove, but I think a sister gave it to me. Don't mind my nails - I need to paint them soon."

[gully-ghoul]

Come on! Why wouldn't you wanna be pretty in front of the other ghouls or Papa's?! They eat that shit up, they love it. There was one day I wore this real fitted white cassock and they let me have extra wine during service. It's worth it, babe, trust me. 🤭

"I really need to talk here more, but thought I'd show this. I can't remember where I got this glove, but I think a sister gave it to me. Don't mind my nails - I need to paint them soon."

[gully-ghoul]

Hmm... I guess. But you're a nice little thing, you deserve to stand out a lil. Maybe a dark purple or blue? Still gives ya a lil pizzazz! ✨

"I really need to talk here more, but thought I'd show this. I can't remember where I got this glove, but I think a sister gave it to me. Don't mind my nails - I need to paint them soon."

[gully-ghoul]

Aw, that's too bad. But hey, black probably looks so much better on you. I used to do red and gold nails because they matched my vestments, but I got annoyed 'cause Nihil wouldn't notice. I guess they blended in too well. :/ But that's prolly trivial compared to your thing, huh?

"I really need to talk here more, but thought I'd show this. I can't remember where I got this glove, but I think a sister gave it to me. Don't mind my nails - I need to paint them soon."