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Finally had a haircut

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Marks head snapped up as he heard the front door go, "Shit." He muttered, thrusting the stake behind his back to hide it. Frantic eyes scouted about the place before finally settling back on the cupboard, with shaky hands he rammed the stake back inside then came to stand, swaying slightly. He opened his mouth to call out to her, but was too ashamed. Instead remained silent and stared at where his reflection should have been in the mirror. 

Prim continued to run before she reached his home. She swung around the corner rubbing her head as she tried to regain her balance. “Mark!” she knocked on the door before opening it. “Mark?” she took a few heavy breaths as she looked around. He had clearly been here and still was. Unless he had taken off seconds ago. Evens she knew that there was no catching up to him if he was running. She was fast. Not that fast. 

"Mark?" she walked around the house as she swallowed and took heavy breaths to steady herself. "Where are you? Come on…" she was pleading her best friend to come out. Enough people had left her in her lifetime. She didn’t want Mark to be another. 

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Mark nodded occasionally as he listened, "Then let me teach you something different." He said, almost pleadingly as he took one of Silvers hands in his, "I can show you how to be human, as ironic as that sounds." Large hazel eyes met the assassins as he began to rub circles over the top of the others hand with his thumb. 

[text] Mark [text] Mark please [text] I need you to get out of the house

[Text] Why? What have you done? 

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Mark took a smoke for himself, lighting it up then turning to look over Silver with disbelieving anger, "And I told you, the risks involved with me drinking yer blood are too high-- wait, what do you mean you can't do it? Can't stop killing?" He sounded shocked, it was easy to forget what Silver actually was. A serial killer, just like the rest of them, the power involved was addictive, "Shit." He said, sagging back into the couch, "Well ain't we the fucking pair." 

[text] Mark [text] Mark please [text] I need you to get out of the house

[Text] Why? What have you done? 

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Mark stumbled in the bathroom, catching himself barely on the bathroom sink, "Shit." He muttered to himself. Straightening up and rubbing at the dried flakes of blood that coated his face, at this moment in time. He was glad that he had no reflection, he didn't want to see a monster staring back at him. 

With a sigh he crouched and began rummaging around the cupboard, there was a stake in there somewhere. He'd always kept it for emergencies, for times like these. "Got'cha." He sighed, retrieving the pointed implement and coming to stand. 

Prim opened her mouth to argue before he cut off his phone and she just made a clenching gesture at her phone before shoving it in her pocket. She was more than worried now. He had so clearly been thinking about what that damn witch had said and now because of the warehouse he was probably going to do something stupid. As the bus stopped she swung herself off it and began running despite the pain and disorientation. Her stitches kept intact which was all she needed. 

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"Lucky me." He mimicked flatly. Eyes straight forward and slightly glazed, Mark had retreated into the one place that remained safe, at least safer than the hell hole he'd fallen into. His mind, "None of the above." He answered quietly, hazel eyes turning to linger over the doctors somewhat weathered form, "What about yerself? Any dreams of the people yer torturing in here? Those innocent people who aren't important enough ta matter-- heard they're bringing some kids in tomorrow too. You people make me sick." 

Mark closed his eyes as a sudden sharp pain splintered along his spine, "Shit!" He hissed, arching up from the bed for a moment before settling back down with a groan. 

Bedside Manner || Adrien:Mark ((Au))

Adjusting the man’s hospital bed so that he was sitting more or less upright, Adrien looked over to him with weary eyes. It was a good thing that there wouldn’t be any testing on him today. He looked awful. Adrien wondered if he wasn’t as strong as the other vampires. The others usually went silent and complacent after a time, but Mark was still fighting, and it seemed to be tearing him apart at the seams. He looked like he might not last as long as the others if they weren’t careful.

"No procedures today." Adrien said, tipping his head back to check the bag of IV fluids, that it was the correct bag and dosage. He trusted the nurses to get it right, he was just looking for something other than the wasted man to rest his eyes on.

"We just need to finish your psych eval. Just some simple questions. Lucky you, eh?" He flipped open the folder. "Now, since your EST yesterday, have you noticed any lessening or worsening symptoms? Auditory or visual hallucinations? Memory loss? That sort of thing."

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"Looks like they did." His tone was somewhat distracted as he followed behind, getting a good look at the area as they moved forward. It always served well to know the surroundings, especially with his knowledge of the supernatural and some of the creatures that could be lurking around, "You head in without me. Gonna have a quick smoke." He said, taking up seat on a quaint little bench outside.

||Familiar faces|||Mark&Shae||

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It hurt to see Silver flinch back as if he were afraid. Mark lowered his tone to a more placid pitch and with a sigh, came to sit beside the assassin, "I've changed." He confessed quietly, "What happened back at the club- that- it wasn't me, that's not who I am, I drink blood fer you. You were supposed ta do this fer me." Careful not to move too sharply. He reached down into his pocket and pulled out a fag packet, handing one to Silver, "Here." 

[text] Mark [text] Mark please [text] I need you to get out of the house

[Text] Why? What have you done? 

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Marks eyes widened at Silvers words, tossing the bullet aside he shifted forward, peering into the front of the van, "He's long gone." He said, eyes darting about the empty space, "Which means we need to get out of here." The vampire twisted on his heel to look down at the wounded assassin, he looked a mess. All pale skin, blood splattered hair and torso, "I'm guessing that you can't walk yet." 

Silver yelped in pain and clenched his fists. Tendons on his neck protruded dangerously from his skin as he grinded his teeth down together so hard it made his jaw pop.

The pain was agonizing. Already torn flesh and skin being sliced by the knife was in no way a pleasurable experience. Silver found himself biting down onto the back of his fist, teeth scratching his knuckles as he tried to deal with the torture. "H-Has it shattered??!" he asked urgently through a clenched jaw. His entire body slumped against the floor of the van when Mark finally got the bullet free, and the assassin slowly uncurled his clenched stiffened fingers. "Mark...police.." he uttered weakly. No doubt they would be on the scene in minutes. "The driver...there was a driver."

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That did it, unfolding his arms Mark stormed into the room, "A miscalculation that could have gotten you killed! We agreed Silver, you promised me that you wouldn't do this shit anymore!" He yelled, gesturing towards the bandages that adorned the Irishman's toned chest, "A'mean, the strip club was one thing, but this? Fer fucks sake." 

[text] Mark [text] Mark please [text] I need you to get out of the house

[Text] Why? What have you done? 

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Placing one hand steady onto Silvers back, the other was brought down beside it. Poking into the cavernous bullet hole with delicate ease, after some amount of prodding he found he bullet, wedged between two opposing pieces of flesh. Angling the blade he began to shimmy it upwards, towards the entrance of where the shot had entered, "Nearly there." He said, narrowing his eyes as the small pellet came within reach, allowing him to pull it free of Silvers back. 

"Y-Yeah I know just...get it out before I bleed out!" he grimaced and pressed his forehead against the floor, wishing he had something to bite onto. He knew it was going to be fucking painful, but it was nessessary. He couldn't go to a hospital, not with a vampire covered in the blood of three men.

"Try not to dice up my intestines- and for the love of god don't put that knife anywhere near my liver or kidneys!" he hissed through gritted teeth.

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Mark stood in the doorway, looking in on his wounded boyfriend, arms folded and an extremely pissed expression plaguing his brow, "So, where do I start? The fact that you did it behind my back, or the fact that you did it at all." He seethed, not quite letting the full extent of his mood be known, "You could have been killed fer fucks sake. And how would I have known?" 

[text] Mark [text] Mark please [text] I need you to get out of the house

[Text] Why? What have you done? 

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“We’ve been friends for soooooooo long! What are the odds we’d still be together? Well, not together-together… not that I’m not saying that you’re not handsome; you are handsome, but that’d just be weird, right?” - fallingforafantasy (I love RWBY I couldn't not haha)

 "Prim, did you hit yer head or something?" He asked, cocking a brow and looking over the assassin as if she were crazy, "I dunno. Maybe, considering that I'm a vampire and yer an assassin then yeah, be a little weird." 

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RWBY Quotes Sentence Meme

“Could you at least humor me for maybe five more feet?”

“Do you always break the law without a second thought?”

“Do you feel that? Soul-crushing regret?”

“Helloooooooo? Is anyone out there? Helloooo? I’m getting bored here! Is someone there?”

“Hey, weren’t you in a cult or something?”

“I can’t take it anymore! Could everyone just chill out for two seconds before something crazy happens again?”

“I don’t know what I’m doing…”

“I don’t think sloths make a lot of noise.”

“I don’t want to be the bee’s knees, I don’t want to be any kind of knees!”

“I said, ‘Put your hands up in the air,’ now!”

“I see before me a girl/guy who is used to getting exactly what she/he wants.”

“I stole you some food!”

“I think you have what it takes to be a good leader. Just know that I am going to be the best teammate you will ever have.”

“I told you this was a terrible idea!”

“I tripped over some crabby girl’s luggage and then she yelled at me and then I sneezed and then I exploded and then she yelled again and then I felt really, really bad and I just wanted her to stop yelling at me.”

“I’m not trying to show off. I want you to know I can do this.”

“If it were up to me, you’d be sent home… with a pat on the back… and a slap on the wrist.”

“Just because I don’t exactly know how to deal with people doesn’t mean I don’t know how to deal with monsters!”

“My dad said all women look for is confidence! Where did I go wrong…?”

“My mom always says, ‘strangers are just friends you haven’t met yet.’”

“Now we can die together!”

“Together we will be unstoppable! I can see it now! We’ll be popular! We’ll be celebrities!”

“Wait! Where are you going!? …we’re supposed to be teammates…”

“We could have a secret signal to find each other in the forest!”

“We’ve been friends for soooooooo long! What are the odds we’d still be together? Well, not together-together… not that I’m not saying that you’re not handsome; you are handsome, but that’d just be weird, right?”

“You were worth every cent. Truly, you were.”

“You’re about to see a whole different side of me today.”

“You’ve got puke on your shoe!”

“Your stance is all wrong. You need to be wider and lower to the ground.”

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we call them muses like they inspire us

but really they’re just like

        i have a really bad idea         i wanna kiss that one         let’s go and fuck shit up

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"Drink it." He ordered once more, thrusting his wrist towards the stubborn Irishman, "For gods sake Silver, listen to me fer once!" As the assassin shifted onto his belly Mark moved back, just slightly to avoid knocking him and causing more damage. Wide eyes looked over the knife glinting there in the back of the van. Giving a small swallow, a shaky hand reached out to take the knife, "A'right." He said, more to himself than to Silver, wrapping his blood stained fingers around the weapon, "Hold still, cause this is gonna hurt. You move and it might slip or something." 

Silver watched Mark wearily with the knife, flinching as the other tore the duct tape from his wrists with it.

His eyes widened when Mark sliced open his own wrist, and a dumbfounded look of confusion burst through the pained expression he wore when Mark demanded he drink it. "Wh...?! M-Mark I can't..!! And a hospital- I'll get arrested!" he gritted his teeth as he tried to bear with the pain, and his eyes flew towards the knife. It was better than nothing. Better than Mark's hands too, anyway. He grasped the knife in Mark's grasp and groaned heavily with agony as he rolled onto his stomach. "Get it out." he hissed through gritted teeth, hand tightening around the one that contained the knife to show his intentions to the vampire.