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sonder1x1‌

“Real alpha males show vulnerability and have no fear of what they think about them. Toxic alpha wannabes are the ones who are all macho-macho,” the man admitted with a thick voice. He didn’t have to make it thick, it was just naturally as it came to him. His fingers moved now onto the boy’s back, caressing it with a tender touch. He knew now that it was working, as the other seemed so far relaxed.

“Well, if you are curious, here I am willing to reply to all of your questions,” And then another small laugh. The boulder like man was actually enjoying himself and his interaction with the boy. “In fact, if you wanna touch, you can do it,” He withdrew his arms now and led Desmond’s hand to his solid biceps. “It’s not fair I’m the only one who gets a go with your body.”

“Hey, tell that to the general population. I like yer version of alpha male much better,” Desmond simply added, closing his eyes and allowing himself to enjoy the feeling of comfort that massage was giving him. He took a deep breath and ignored the voice within that kept urging him to hurt this man who seemed to be very nice now that he wasn’t trying to scare him.

His eyes only opened again when Dyson’s actions suggested something else and his hand found his way to the strong arms of the other. Now, Desmond wasn’t innocent enough to miss the fact that this man was trying to flirt with him, which was a new thing for him. After all, he was usually pushing everyone away.

“So ya want a massage too,” he added simply, shifting his position on the hopital bed so he was slightly behind the other and, without really waiting for any confirmation or anything alike, he did his best to give a good back rub... Which wasn’t easy considering Dyson was built like a tank.

“Tell me if I’m not doin’ it right-”

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oddyssea‌

“THAT would be m’fuckin’ EAR thanks.”

As if he needed help going deaf with his already unpleasant TINNITUS acting up like some sort of buzzing around in his head.

Had he spoken too loudly? Maybe he had. He used to do that when the voices in his head were loud as well, but he didn’t mean to come off as actively trying to deafen someone.

“... What, didn’t ya sign up for an express ticket to deafness?” he tried to clear the air, or at least salvage what was left of this conversation. “But what I was tryin’ to say is that I don’t have yer gun. I didn’t take it.”

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sonder1x1‌

“Sirens have genders,” Dyson announced with confidence, fingers tracing ocee the knows and dispelling them. As a magician he got the added perk of being really good with his hands. They continued caressing the younger boy. “And I like males, so, don’t know what is so surprising though.” It seemed his plan was working because the other seemed much more relaxed than before.

“The first time I took one to bed, I wasn’t expecting him to be so wild,” Dyson let put a wolf whistle. “Though I am wondering,” he asked, “are you questioning why I like boys because you are interested in me or just because you want to keep the conversation going?” He chuckled.

Desmond hummed in contentment as he felt the knots on his back being dispelled so easily. He would definitely keep this feeling in mind and search for massages more often. They seemed to be one of those things you didn’t know you need until you tried them, and that alone was enough of a discovery to make this day worth the trouble.

“I’m askin’ because I’m genuinely curious. Isn’t that how conversations work?” he fired back, his voice trembling a little because of a shiver climbing up his spine.

Truth is, Desmond hadn’t even considered Dyson as a potential partner. He was far too preoccupied keeping his own power at bay to even conceive something as ethereal and distracting as romance... Especially with someone so obviously older than him.

“Plus, ya’re an alpha male in appearance. I’m too used to yer kind being too macho for homosexuality. Can ya blame me?”

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Tentacles? How could there be-

                 Oh, of course. The fucking shadow he couldn’t control.

“I’m sorry. This idiot doesn’t listen to me sometimes,” he pointed out at the shadow like it was a complete different being (and it was to some extent). He had been doing his best to ignore the demon’s voice in his head, but sometimes it decided to manifest in a different ways, now making his shadow take odd, unnatural forms.

“And it doesn’t look like it’s gonna take it easy any time soon. Does it bother ya?”

‘ why is everybody staring at me? i mean, what– what’s wrong? ’

ஃ  ➡ sentence starters. / @unravellingshadow

covered eyes NARROW, suspicion painting masked features ;did the boy truly not NOTICE the shadowy appendages swayingfrom his form ? —a CONCERNING thing, yet hardly the mostUNUSUAL his gaze had ever held. 

                there’s a gesture, a flippant wave of his hand :

                             “ might be the TENTACLES—                                                    but i could be wrong. ”

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“Aiight, listen, ya can’t tell anybody!” Desmond rushed, his voice barely above a whisper as he refers to the shadow incident of the other day, where he lost control and wrecked a whole house.

“If me dad finds out I lost control again, he’s gonna make us move to another state...”

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shadeofthedawn‌

Whatever this kid had, he had it bad.

“Anyone could hurt me.” Understatement of the year. Still, Leon was intent to hear Desmond out. “I’m not gonna just ditch you here. It’s not in me. It’s not what I do.” As the other pulled away, Leon drew closer – still keeping a respectable distance, but near enough to show his intent. He’d been around too many that pushed others away when they needed someone to just stay for once. Eye contact, once made, was held.

“You gonna let me find that out for myself?”

“Ya’re goin’ to regret this,” Desmond warned, although it was too far from being a threat, it was more of a sad remark. He didn’t mean to hurt anybody, it just happened. Such was the consequence of the power he couldn’t control.

So he didn’t fight Leon anymore. He simply remained still, sitting in his quiet corner of the dark alley, as the voices grew louder and he started losing control. That’s when the shadows around him started dancing like the wind could move them, dancing like shadows are never supposed to.

“Please, I can’t contain them.”

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shadeofthedawn‌

“I hear you.”

While the guy didn’t seem to back up his words, there was something for feeling the need to establish yourself, maybe a little bigger than you actually are. “Dangerous things can come in smaller boxes. Been saying that for years.”

It was almost ironic, how Desmond had to keep everyone at bay out of fear of hurting them, when he was actually so extroverted and loved connecting with other. Either way, with the shadow so restless, it was best not to take any chances.

“Yet... ya’re still here. Ya shouldn’t. I could hurt ya,” he warned, once again, genuinely concerned. Maybe his politeness took some of the urgency away, but the fact that the voice in his head was growing violent wouldn’t change.

“I’m not to be trusted.”

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“People don’t usually believe me when I tell them I’m dangerous,” Desmond warned with a warm voice, not truly doing anything to convey the idea that he was indeed a monster when he came across as a well-mannered kid. Alas, the darkness he held within was as real as the body count under his name.

“-Don’t make that mistake.”

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“Since when have ya been standin’ there?” he asked, the irish accent clear as day, especially now that he had stopped playing the piano. He had never been a big fan of people sneaking up on him, not with the shadow so restless as of late.

“Don’t sneak up on people. That’s rude.”

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“And they told ya I have it?” he asked, rather confused by the whole situation he was being presented with. “Because I don’t- I don’t even know what ya’re talkin’ about!”

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“I dunno,” Desmond concluded, taking a sip of his iced coffee and looking back at the woman right after. “I believe there are worse fates than death. Torture, for example, sounds much worse to me.”

He made a point to slouch a little in his seat, looking then to the roof in deep thought.

“Or madness-”

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@diviinitas gets to see this clusterfuck in action

He had done it again.

Granted, it hadn’t been exactly his fault. The two lifeless bodies lying in front of him sought this by trying to assault him in a dark alley. Whoever thought Desmond was nothing but a defenseless kid who would be easy to steal from had a really nasty surprise coming their way.  The shadow had a will of its own and it would protect its host against any kind of threat, namely a couple of idiots holding him at gun point.

But the fact that he had killed them remained, and now the voice in his head was so loud in his head he could barely hear his own thoughts. He tried to keep it down, to soothe it into slumber again, but it was useless. The demon was awake and the shadows kept flickering and shifting around him in a way that was too far from natural.

All made worse by the realization that someone had witnessed the scene of his shadow carving a path through the thieves’ chests like a spear made of the purest of darkness.

A witness. Kill him too. KILL HIM BEFORE HE GIVES US ANY TROUBLE.

“-Please go away,” he simply said, desperation clear in his irish accent. “Forget what ya saw, do whatever ya want, but go away. For yer sake...”

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sonder1x1‌

“Okay, okay, I’m not telling you more horrifying tales,” Dyson shook his head. He smiled at the other. “Granted, I wanted to see if laugh maybe could keep the thing at bay. It seems that may be true as fear only seemed to get you more frustrated.” Though he didn’t need to be told what the other was feeling, Dyson was good to understand other’s emotions, reading them like a book. He gave a nod.

“Now, what if I told you about that time I met a Siren?” Dyson explained. “You know they live in a few Citadels under the sea and the lakes? For every big lake, there’s a Citadel or a small city. Except for the Dead Sea,” Dyson explained, “the water there is so salty that no Siren could live there. But they told me that once there used to live one of the most beautiful races of Sirens who defied the Gods and hence why they made their waters so salty that they had to learn how to breath and get out of water. The Gill-less they call them.” Dyson retold what he had been told in one of his adventures.

“So I met one of the twelve princes from the Citadel. Well, they are thirteen, but the last one is on a diplomatic mission who knows where.” Dyson then set his hands over the boy’s shoulders again, massaging them softly. “The first time I met him it was like literal eye candy. He looked so good,” a hearty chuckle left his lips. “We hit it off in about an hour, I had him naked and spread on my bed. I’ve never felt so hungry in my life.” A small whistle. “Boy, I fucked him so good, he was begging me to not stop, but my god! I just couldn’t resist. I think I was going to pass from all the arousal.” There. A second bait. He hoped this one worked. Because he wouldn’t be opposed to fuck Desmond silly in order to help him with his demon business.

“... In what universe does tellin’ horrifyin’ tales help anybody in any situation?” Desmond asked, not trying to be contrary but finding himself unable to not question Dyson’s logic. The man knew he needed to calm down most of all, so either he lacked common sense or he really was a dick. For both their sakes, he really hoped it was the former.

The next story, however, was much easier to digest. Not because it was believable per se, but Desmond had seen enough of the supernatural in his life to know anything was possible. That and, well, the idea of sirens was actually rather cute... 

“Do ya tell of yer sexual endeavors to everyone ya just meet or am I just special?” he asked with a small grin, not uncomfortable at all and definitely melting again under the man’s touch. He couldn’t even remember the last time he had a massage, but the knots on his shoulders were definitely thankful for being unravelled like this.

The voice might’ve not disappeared, but at least his body felt good. That was victory enough.

“I never would’ve thought a hunky lad like ya was into boys... Unless I’m takin’ this wrong and sirens don’t have genders. I wouldn’t know. I know of sirens as much as I know of pharmacology.”

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wavexrider‌

This was Salem’s second month as an official nurse and he was really, really enjoying it. The people he got to help and meet were all wonderful, even if they gave him a hard time. He was mostly working with patients who had broken bones or fractures and he’d hope to move on up to assisting surgeons. 

Earlier this morning a young man was put in his care and he sure looked like he had the crap beaten out of him. Whatever happened it left him with broken bones and the poor guy would have to be laid up for a while. At least he was cute and Salem really liked getting cute patients. 

“Almost. I’m just making sure your cast has set good which it seems like it has.” Salem straightened and moved to scribble something on his clipboard before moving to the guy– Desmond’s side. “How are you feeling otherwise? Any nausea, headaches, fatigue?” 

Desmond looked down, studying the nurse and his movements on the cast around his left leg. Things had gotten pretty out of hand and, all things considered, he walked out rather easy. The best part of it all? The shadow was asleep at the moment, so he could just lay back and relax, enjoying the attention he was hardly ever given.

“I’m sore all over, but nothin’ out of the ordinary... I’m cold. I’m hungry,” he offered as humbly as he could, making a list of all the things crossing through his head at the moment.

Then he had a small idea, if only to prove he was committed to not being a selfish patient. His ebony eyes looked for Salem’s and, after a moment of pause, he spoke up again.

“How are you feelin’, doc?”

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still healing from things I don’t speak about