for a moment he ABANDONS HIS OWN MIND. not quite sure what happened because all he knows now is that his face hurts & is sticky. hands meet his aching jaw, blood on his lips. spits some out, caressing his face. suddenly doesn’t want to fight anymore; he’s wounded, he’s UNWELL. begins to scoot back, away, a WHIMPER falling passed his ( chapped ) lips. doesn’t stop until he meets the wall, lower lip jutting out in a pout while eyes become WATERY.
he’s no better. A GIANT TODDLER who acts out when he doesn’t get his way. rudiger sniffles loudly. “ i was just PLAYIN’… “
eyes roll, breathing weak. vile concoction of saliva and fluids gargle in a tight throat. he thought he’d be HAPPY rudiger was finally going to kill him. but not when they didn’t love each other, that was just scary, mean, nastynastynasty man. worse than his sister. worse than his father. it hurts MORE. because he thought he was loved the most, for once, thought he was the ghoul’s number one person. clearly not, how silly of him to think so.
a series of low clicks rumble, an aggressive but lazy warning as the other speaks. something he’d do before striking, pulling the bones from within his body. but tucker’s head is practically FALLING APART and his rotten heart is bleeding. so he manages to mist away swiftly, goes to hide in the bathtub.that was NOT playing. he won’t believe him. doesn’t trust him ( not anymore ) it’s like living at home all over again. rudi is supposed to be his escape, his angel.
tucker feels no love.