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[sinner-of-roses]

~𝕽𝖕 𝕾𝖆𝖒𝖕𝖑𝖊~

One of my longer responses:

He chuckled as the other nudged him, finishing up his hot cocoa. He wished he had another one to drink. “I don’t know, they were pretty mean to me when I was young. But now they're better.” He wondered what his siblings would think of Ticket. Probably that he was a bit of a hooligan but he was sure his brother would like him. His sister, he wasn’t quite sure. She had the attitude of his mother, so he was sure that she wouldn’t be happy with him. He looked up at the other with a weak smile. “It’s more like fasting, I’m fine.” He closed his eyes. He didn’t think he could drink from the other without throwing it right back up. He was so disgusted with himself whenever he drank and especially how last time went. He would rather starve than do that to the other. “No... you let me drink from you last week... plus that was to make up for all the horrible things I did before. I don’t want to drink from you.” He as going to try and protest until the end of time. He frowned at the other, shaking his head. He sighed, going to his room solemnly. He really didn’t want to drink from the other, but he knew the other would make him. Sometimes it felt like he didn’t have a choice when it came to the other... He brushed away that thought. He looked down at the sweatshirt, debating if he should change out of it. He kept it on. It was warm, cozy, and smelled like Ticket, why wouldn’t he want to keep it on?

He chuckled, “it’s really not that bad. You don’t have to make a big deal about it. He was used to plain boring rooms. His own room barely decorated. This was mostly because of his mother who didn’t approve of posters or things like that. She wasn’t a huge fan of very bright colors when it came to rooms. His room was a dull blue, though he wondered if his mother had changed it. He smiled as the other messed with his hair, looking up at him happily. He sat with him on the bed. His gaze turned melancholy as the other described to him his situation. He felt so bad. He felt guilty, even though the other said he wanted to be by his side. He couldn’t agree when the other said he knew him, “No you don’t, you don’t even know my last name.” He chuckled weakly, “I doubt you know me that well, and vice versa.” He didn’t want to be a pessimist but he wanted to tell the other the truth. He wasn’t going to lie to him. The other didn’t know him. Or not as well as he thought he did. There were many things the other had no idea about. And same for Salem. So saying that he knew him that well was just foolish. He let the other pull him onto his lap, even though he wasn’t feeling this position that well. He hesitated for a moment. “Stop it” he didn’t want the other to offer him blood and he said this. Yet the other male still insisted. He felt like the other was way too deep for what they have gone through and how much they actually knew each other. He felt overwhelmed by how much love the other seemed to have. He wanted to shrink away from it because of how to scare him.

He gulped. He knew the other wouldn’t budge. He guessed he had no choice in the matter... like usual... He really tried to be as soft as he could, but he got carried away like he always did. He never knew when to stop when it comes to blood. That’s why he hated drinking from a living being so much. It led to bad memories. He felt his panic rise into his veins as the other passed out. He licked the wound and set the other down on the bed. Dread hung heavy on his shoulders. Why couldn’t he just stop? He felt sick. Very very sick. He sat there for a minute, only to feel a kick in his gut. He rushed to the bathroom. The blood he just drank coming right back up. He heaved till his stomach hurt. His whole body trembling from the involuntary compulsions of his stomach. He sat with his head above the toilet bowl in shame. He didn’t want to be a vampire. He would give anything to be human. Anything not to be a blood-sucking monster who nearly killed people or made them unconscious with his behavior. He should retire from being the high priest's assistant... he really needed to stop. He didn’t deserve this. Someone better who wasn’t him could give more to the job. He shouldn’t have even gotten in the first place. He remembered when Ticket called him all those names way back. When he called him a selfish vampire...

... maybe that’s all he would ever be.

After that, he staggered back into the room. Putting Ticket under the blankets. It was the afternoon, so Salem got some work done while he had free time. He did paperwork as well as homework. Using it as a distraction from his thoughts. Otherwise, he probably wouldn’t torn himself apart by now. He made the decision to quit after the winter break. He wanted the high priest to have a good Christmas, so he thought it would be best if he did it afterward. After he got most of his work done he stared at the other picture sadly. It was truly a pretty illustration. He just wondered why the others liked him so much. Ticket used to calm him a little bitch and was annoyed with everything he did. He wanted to make him cry. He wanted to hurt him. Which he did, on multiple occasions. But... Salem somehow felt responsible for helping the other. He did say he changed for him... that he was trying to get better. That meant if he gave up now, the other wouldn’t grow. Yes, he was overwhelmed by this relationship but he was willing to deal with it for the other. Even if it made him uncomfortable. Even if the other crossed his boundaries. After all, it only happened every once and a while right? He was sure the other wouldn’t hurt him that way. He was sure the other wouldn’t push him again.. or he hoped so.

He stood up and sat on the bed. He watched the other's chest as it rose up and down. He smiled slightly. He ran his hand through the other's hair, remembering how the other liked that. He hoped this would work out.

One of my short responses:

He raised his arms above his head, wanting to get this shirt off as quick as possible. He had been admiring his bruises and marks, even so, be he had got them that day. They were so pretty, and he adored them wholeheartedly. He wanted more, he wanted them all over his body, so he could be reminded the other. Though they had faded quite a bit he knew he would get some new ones to replace them. He never knew bruises could be pretty in his mind but here he was, loving them all the while.

He was glad for the feeling of the nails on the skin, like that it would leave even more marks, though they were much more temporary. He felt his breath catch once more as he was laid down, feeling his back sink into the mattress. He looked up at the other, letting his arms bend upward and his hands rest next to his own head on the bed. He let his eyes go half-lidded, his body relaxing into the sheets under him. He smiled at that, “thank you.. your beautiful too” he chimed, gazing at his face softly. He had nice features, a nice jaw that wasn’t overly sharp that it made him look like he could crush you, but a slightly softer look that made him comfortable. He had his hair in loose tendrils all around his ears and some part of his face, the black a nice color that framed his face. Those eyes, damn those eyes. He couldn’t even describe them accurately to where you could exactly imagine them. They were so different from his own, so special. He wished he had eyes like that.

He leaned into his kisses, letting out soft breaths of satisfaction at the feeling of lips on his skin. He shivered at his next words, losing his eyes completely and just letting the other take control of his body. He shifted his hips around as he undid the buckle, trying to make it easier to get them off. He was almost tempted to push the other hands straight down into his thoughts and not have this tracing business, but the light touches were n is all the while. He was a good boy to many people, it was his specialty to be a people, pleasers. And he planned to do exactly that with Mara, he would do anything he would ask him. He didn’t what it was, he would do it and do it the best he could.

He whined a little at the pressure his hands lightly grasping at the sheets of the bed. He opened his eyes again, being clouded over with something far stronger than lust. He watched his hand skate around his skin, shivering as it went up to His jaw. Unlike last time he opened his mouth wide, not completely sure what he was about to do. He let his legs lay slightly bent, mostly closed together, he would save some of that kind of charm for later.