#{ event 1: edmund-elofsen }

[leoweatherington]

E: Sh*t || Leo & Edmund

@edmund-elofsen​​

Shit.

It doesn’t take a genius to get what was happening because he has all the fading bruises on his body as proof. He wasn’t really all that bothered at first. Sure, he was annoyed, and he would be lying that there weren’t moments where it was painful, but it was yesterday’s problems and today was a new day.

Or so he thought. 

He could feel the sweat pooling and dripping down from the back of his neck and as he stared down at the wooden paddle in hand, it was taking all of his strength to keep it from moving. He grabbed on with his other hand, digging his nails into his arm, yet it couldn’t stop what happened next. The sound, loud and clear, echoed in his ears as the paddle made contact with skin. Gritting his teeth, he looked at the male in front of him, blindfolded and no doubt momentarily deafened. Slow realization kicked in when he realized that he was unable to make any sounds. Everything suddenly made sense. Yesterday made sense.

Sorry, man. I really don’t want to do this.    

[finncarlyle]

@edmund-elofsen​

Now this was more like it. As a child, Edmund feared the power of the storm. The loud noises spooked the once timid child. As he grew, he learned to appreciate the savage beauty and destruction that dangerous weather wrought. The lightening and rain held both the power to destroy as well as sustain. How he’d adored nights when he was tucked away watching the rain from his window. Tonight though he was living- truly living for the first time in what seemed like an eternity. It had started as a tingle. Something he thought nothing of. The annoying buzz alerted him to the magic in use, but it was not the magic he was feeling. It was the lack of the bonds. Finally, Edmund felt himself once again.

Speeding behind the fleeing body, Edmund grabbed them tight, pulling them into his chest. The clap of thunder masked the scream of his would-be victim. Their heart raced, a tantalizing song luring him closer to their neck. “I wouldn’t move if I were you.” His fang pricked the skin just enough to be felt, but not enough that they would know the pleasure or the pain of the bite. “I am right next to your jugular. If you struggle, I might slip.”

-

It was foolish of him to think it was over. The days of uncomfortable outfits and humiliating interactions wasn’t enough and now... this. It didn’t hit him at first. More so, he didn’t noticed the changes until the person next to him suddenly twitched. Then he noticed the glowing eyes from some and the fangs from others and he knew he had to get out of there.

He did managed to slipped off, passing through the bodies and out the door and he almost cried out in joy, only for it to shifted into a scream when he was grabbed hard into a sudden body. He jumped, more from the sound of thunder than the sudden chilling words that was spoken right next to his ear. He felt the slight prick to his neck and realizing that the man meant every word, he managed a soft ‘okay’ before quieting.