he takes the response as his CUE. ghoul begins to crawl closer, keep himself quiet, careful. not move too fast– like he’s approaching a WILD ANIMAL. easy to frighten off. eyes are wide, gaze soft, eyes puffy& red&watery. “ —- i’ll lick yer face clean. gotta— gotta PUSH YER NOSE BACK into place. looks crooked, baby. but only if yous wanna. “ he stops when he reaches the edge of the bath, fingers desperate to slip into messy locks, comb through his hair in COMFORT. he restrains himself.
“ n’ then i’ll kiss where it hurts. slow n’ soft. be SWEET ON YOUS. wouldn’tcha LIKE THAT ? “
he’s not sure. would he like that? what if it’s a trick? he’d know all about tricks. but one thing that’ll always rule his nature is the need to feed off other’s ENERGIES, craves attention, affection, needs to be shown he’s worth something.
tucker swallows before hauling himself upright, muscles and bones burning. he’ll sit quietly, thin, stained fabric clinging to battered, soaked skin, waiting to let rudi do what he wants. is it a good idea?what if he hurts him again. the boy wants to stay mad at the other, maybe him feel bad, make him SUFFER SOME.
it’s funny how, the LONGER HE SITS HERE, making threats, the calmer he feels. less angry. annoyed. like actually sitting here, looking at tucker, he begins to feel soft. that in itself is ANNOYING, but his need for violence is sedated. rudiger does as he’s told, though; fingers PULL HIS HAIR, brings his head closer to the ghoul’s face.
lips part, flat of his tongue licks the siren’s fingers, tasting DEGRADATION on his digits. delicious. “ yer annoyin’…. “
Air excited, leaves an amphibian respiratory system, audible. Lids flutter as a muscle drags, intimate in ways they would only understand. This is how to love, isn’t it? Still there biting like a leech for this man. ONLY FOR HIM. Own lips part like a ghost in mimic, lost for moments.
❛
Yer grumpy. ❜ He adores it!
❛
‘F I get out, we gon’cuddle, right? ❜
both hands RUN DOWN his face, leaving a TRAIL of red on either side of his face. “ no, i don’t HAVEfriends. “no friends no ties no friends no ties !not even tucker. ghoul is grumpy, bare feet tracking blood & dirt with him around the house. HATES IT HERE. his home. his sister is quiet. too quiet.
“ fuck her. fuck yous. “
Quick decision : he doesn’t have any friends, too.
Oh fuck him, he’d like that!
❛ Ya can ——— if ya get ——— in the wateeeer ♥
❜ Trill follows the moping man, spidered - fingers pulling away the dead girl’s soaking panties with a burn of curiosity. Vile grin stretches across teeth at plush exposure and there is a patient wait for the ghoul to come back in here.
