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 Buoyant, @KC/Ari
Rickon Sade
 Posted: Sep 9 2017, 06:19 AM
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Rick
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hitman/thief/filth
species
vampire
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Valdit
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fucks everyone
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1700
mature
absolutely
N/A
N/A
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Rick bought a pet mouse. He stroked it. Tiny and white, he drove it around in the front pocket of his jacket as he made his way to his friend’s place. The front had a pet snake. Rick personally fed the mouse to it, and watched the snake eat it. It made him think of fucking.

He sprawled.

His was assumed in the armchair opposite of the aquarium where the snake resided. Noiseless in its slithering across the pathetic branch dropped down into the middle to mimic its natural habitat, it slipped off to digest its prey in calm. Rick watched the blob of still meat that was once a squirming and white mouse, and he drank, still thinking of fucking. His mind took him to dark, and sad places before he thought he’d had enough. He lit up, despite his friend hating it. Shut up. His stay there spanned two hours and some chatting. One mouse eaten and Rick indulging in coffee. It was bitter. He indulged once more. Two cups. Not hot, and not cold. Just the right temperature. He felt the front pocket where the mouse had slept hours before. It was no longer warm. He went home.

Route changed mid-way, he went for some coffee shop like he wanted a repeat of the coffee time. He stood himself in the line that wasn’t too long but neither was it short, prompting his mind to wander. He’d already surveyed the people when he first entered. He surveyed them again, and took stock. Mostly women. Young. He saw some pretty seventeens. He knew they were tight. Of course. But even that three-piece clad ass over there in the corner with his black coffee would be as well. He could be made. A way to fuck them loose and pliant. He scanned their faces, nonchalant. Smirked.

He faced forward again, watching the barista mess up someone’s order for the second time. Right in front of hm, with this tight ass and a face Rick wanted to see on a principle was some man. He smelled a bit like a human, though Rick wasn’t deceived. He reached out to the man, framing his hips with his hands without touching him yet. He was measuring. Gauging. Seeing if he thrust forward, if his body would look larger than this man’s. If stronger. A meaty slam into something divinely limber. It made Rick remember how he liked being called.

Buoyant.

Heh.

He smirked, even bigger.

And just like that, bored and with three people still waiting in line in front of him, he leaned down to take a deep sniff of this man’s neck, while his hand reached for his ass, and gave it a good, indulgent squeeze.
@Aries Rijnders

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Aries Rijnders
 Posted: Sep 9 2017, 08:18 AM
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Heaven
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Yes
What's your name again?
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Coffee. Yes, hot coffee. Not too sweet, preferably. Not that he was trying to fight his love of sweets. No.... this would compliment the cupcake, muffin and donuts he would likely buy. He wouldn't eat them in the shop. No... no that would be embarassing. People would glance over and he'd glare back and while they thought of how much of a pig he was, he would all but snort and jeer back at them. Nope, he'd eat this outside. At a park maybe. Or the bench. And he'd take his sweet time. That was the plan. He usually ended up with lots of breaks in his work schedule. It often led him to the library, but usually he spent it snacking and reading the paper, ignoring people and pretending like their emotions didn't creep up his back and make him want to gag.

Can you guess how it feels to walk past hospitals or nursing homes? They practically wailed in waves of sadness and hurt, but mostly this dull, aching loneliness. He was a loner but even he felt sorry for that sense of solitude and abandonment. He avoided them anyway. His habit was to get a cup of coffee, a bag of sweets, and float about in the background like a speck of dust. It was safer. His face was calm, cold even - but his eyes seemed to do all the frowning and screaming. He was in a room full of annoyance and panic, impatience and exhaustion, hyperness and frustration. And something else. Someone behind him. He ignored it. Ignoring people was how he survived during his relatively short life. He gritted his teeth. He cursed beneath his breath, muttering and mumbling strings of barely coherent phrases. He had a pecular habit of mixing languages into his repertoire of curses. Flatten out into one: "fuck shit... mongre asshole... pig-fucker turd..." And that was all before the man grew closer.

Ari was waiting to be bumped into. That was normal, annoying, and expected in places like this. He was waiting to have to suck his teeth and comment that the man was too close and his mind too.... curious? entertained? What fucking emotion was that? It was a weird mischevious feeling and he wasn't sure what to make of it other than 'find something else'. The squeeze. His eyes widened at the contact. A fucking squeeze! "You little fuck-shit." He wheeled around, shoving the man's hand away. He glared at him. Emotions were fun and dandy but in a room full of hyper or exhausted coffee patrons, his head was already ringing. What sort of emotion do you take away in a situation like that? Was this guy even aroused? Ew. Ew. Say no. He didn't think so. As his eyes settled on the man, he supposed he should take back the little part. He wasn't. No. He was just a fuck-shit. "Don't touch me." He said. He didn't flash an expression. In fact his face didn't do much expressing at all. It was his eyes that raged angrily at the man but even as he turned around he felt like he was being hovered over.

He was tempted to get to the back of the line but he only adjusted his suit, as if to shake off the encounter. He had been waiting a while. There were three people ahead of him and his eyes stared longingly at the cupcake behind the counter, but he felt the man behind him and began tapping his leg. He wasn't gleaning much from the guy and was already assuming a list of things he might actually be. He had enough experience with three supernaturals in particular: Witch, Vampire and Shifters. "Assface cock ratfucker..Dunghill...Futatrix." He mumbled... or rather mimed as he felt his face go red. Just punch him, he thought, but instead he cadled his fist and thought of how valuable the bones in his hands were up until now.

Ignore him. Your specialty, yes. Yes. He sighed when the line moved up by one person. Three more were ahead of him. His fists moved to his pockets and he gritted his teeth as he looked over the shoulders of others to give the serviceman a long threatening gaze.

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Rickon Sade
 Posted: Sep 9 2017, 08:39 AM
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Valdit
sexuality
fucks everyone
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age
1700
mature
absolutely
N/A
N/A
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He got shoved.

Hand slapped. Like a boy. Disobedient. Found the cookies jar and the cookies were fresh baked. Gorgeous. Smelled like Sundays with grandma before she went senile.

Gorgeous.

Rick smiled. Said nothing. Arranged his arm by his side and looked at the man as he turned away and exuded nervousness. Little fuck-shit. Ratfucker.

Assface cock.

Rick smiled. He watched the top of his head.

Watched his hair. A mop. Must have been hard to model for windy weathers. Look at Rick’s tufts. Easy to maintain, always was. He’d never wanted it styled special and its undercut-like style was all he needed for his appearance. Look at this stranger. Nervous. With his tapping foot and the nervous energy he rained like a whore did her plentiful flattery to pull in customers. Hey there, handsome. Rick liked it. He leaned forward somewhat, like a man craving a bit of that special something he couldn’t touch. Don’t touch. He’d listen. For now. He wouldn’t forever. Give it ten. Nine, eight, seven-- he sniffed. Inhaled. Deeply. Sucked in a hard intake that ruffled the man’s strands. Exhaled. It spilled his breath atop the man’s head, unsettled the strands. Felt as something warm and invasive. He also liked that. His eyes darkened. Rick glanced to his side, to one, to the other, scanning what few people gave a shit about him and what he did with his own personal stranger.

Zero.

It widened his smile.

Rick wrapped his arm around the stranger’s chest.

Zero.

He gripped him against himself and gave him a hasty, immediate spin lest he scream again. As he had before. He didn’t want that.

Shh.

He faced them, and looked into the stranger’s eyes, and compelled.

Quiet. We’re here just to get coffee, after all.” He patted his face. “Or more.” His smile as gentle. “What are you nervous about, puppy? Shhh.” He held him tighter. “Don’t struggle.” Another compulsion. As warm as a spring wind just about announcing the official end of winter. Rick let his teeth flash. Somewhat. “You’ll be a good pet and just go quietly. Let’s make friends. What’s your name?”

His pupils banded as he pinned them on the stranger’s.

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Aries Rijnders
 Posted: Sep 9 2017, 09:27 AM
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Ari
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Factotum
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Nephilim
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Heaven
sexuality
Not Telling
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Not Looking
age
38
mature
Yes
What's your name again?
N/A
Stubborn Tool



Watch your language. Being a Nephilim made growing up a bit boring because while he was contemplating the ancient roman empire and how nuttos some of their emperors were, his playmates were stewing in their filth, walkinga round with saggy diapers and huggies, then eating fist fulls of dirt. That was probably where his vulgarity came from. It didn't give him any friends though. In fact it more or less angered parents. He couldn't help it. Sometime you had to call someone a fuck-shit pervert. Like this guy. Who grabbed people like that out of no where? He believed in personal space. No no, he was a big supporter of it. If he could draw a little sign it would scream HELL NO, GTFO OUT OF MY SPACE, HO. But as it were, he had little control over it, particularly with hsi line of work. He was always about, being awkwardly patted on the shoulder or forcefully offered a firm shaking hand. Butt grabs weren't typical.

He could feel him. Having someone breathing in your direction, causing small little buzzing sensationsdown your spine... staring at you... If he didn't believe wholeheartedly (or if he wasn't a part of) the supernatural world, he would have thought this was a prime example of sixth sense. It was a lot more than that and it made him unsettled, and yes, nervous. Anxious. He wanted to get out. Three people were in his way however, and the one at the counter was asking about their new flavors. The guy seemed interested in something, so perhaps boredom would be a nice shift. It was weird not to feel a normal fervid, human warmth. He wasn't sure if boredom was a good shift. Who was excited about standing on a line with total strangers? Who knows what boredom would induce. He clamped down on his teeth, and felt or heard the grinding of his molars.

Then suddenly he was grabbed. His hands immediately went to the arms wrapped around him and he opened his mouth to hiss a slew of curses. He was turned around quickly and grunted instead as he tried to press his hand against the stranger's chest. "Pisshead..." It was barely audible because he was in mid gasp as he tried to separate himself. He was going to shout at him. Call him yet another assface, this time perhaps a piss sipping one, or a tick having one... or a tick-piss drinking one. Whatever it was, it was shut up quickly and his eyes widened as he realized what he was.

A fucking vampire. Goddamn goddamnit, fucking... he tried to wiggle free or knee the man but 1. he was the least combative person around. His workouts were running errands and conflict wasn't his still. Avoidance was. 2. Fucking compulsion snuck up before he could aim anything towards any obvious area.

Ari disliked psions for the obvious reason of having most of his youthful, glorious years being ruined by a molesting fuckface. He met an asshole mind reading witch once, and a vampire who was all too pleased to give him bizarre tasks to do. The first and the most grotesque: Smile. He called them Mind-fuckers for obvious reasons. He would cuss but he was quietted and instead he glared . Augh, now he looked compliant. Technically, he was at least forced to be, but the idea of someone seeing him being held by some strange fuck-shit, made him want to scream.

He grinded his teeth as he stared into the man's eyes, probably not the greatest idea, but still, how else to convey the amount of contempt he held for being touched. Gropped. And all before his coffee and snacks. Augh. Who knew where those hands had been. Had he known he would have objected even further, or you know... not.

"Aries..." That's it. That's it. He groaned, "Rijnder." He rolled his eyes and looked away. Goddamn it! The line had moved up another space. His hand reached for the man's arm but settled only on his bicep. He didn't feel quite as desparate to separate them but he had been victim to compulsion before, or manipulation in general. Mind-fuckers were all asshats. "I'm good on the friend front." He said softly, before turning back to the man.

"Do you have to touch me?" He asked. If he was going to be compelled, couldn't he be compelled at a nice little distance. Across a table? Anything but chest to chest or squeezed. "Or is this how you greet buddies?" Again, he spoke quietly, and even leaned forward, as if it was their little secret, their hush hush moment.

Some short, glasses-wearing man in a suit asked from behind them if they were going to move up in line. "Friend." He muttered dismissively as he screamed internally that he was going to be skipped in line because of this touchy pervert Mind-fucker.

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Rickon Sade
 Posted: Sep 13 2017, 10:48 AM
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Rick
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Valdit
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fucks everyone
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single
age
1700
mature
absolutely
N/A
N/A
Fucker



Aries. Rijnder.

“How do you spell it?” he asked, because he wanted to know. There were both few things he didn’t know and plenty he did. This made him want to test the word on his tongue. Butcher the pronunciation. Stretch the vowels and push them to reveal the consonants they existed to wrap around.

Ri-ji-an-der. Like his own personal Lolita. A-ri-es. Lo-li-ta. A meaty and heavy weight on his tongue like the last steak he ate. Juicy and thick all the same. He brushed his tongue over his front teeth. A-ri. He smiled, and didn’t show his teeth.

“Oh?”

Good on the friend front. He wrapped his arm around his new friend tonight.

‘Do you have to touch me?’

“I do.”

He nibbled on the man’s ear. Caught the lobe between his teeth and stretched it. Painfully. Too far for it to feel good. He put his breath against Ari’s ear and chuckled. Hit its center. A dive of his breath right where all sound normally went like an assassin of consent. He wanted to see if he could make the male shudder. Let his body explode in a veneer of trembles until he could make it out on his body, a relief of goosebumps protruding out like some high school project that impressed the judges. It made Rick look down the length of Ari. A peer over his shoulders and down his body like he’d rest his head on the shoulder and watch some whore attach to his cock. He smiled.

And finally stood himself upright, but he fussed over Ari’s hair. Swept his fingers through the tresses he’d just felt press back against his face. Whores. They touched him where the man would have preferred them shrinking into his skeleton.

Haha.

Rick tinkered with his hair as they progressed forward. One fewer customer. The next one would also take a while. Opened her mouth and mentioned a secret menu. Pulled up the YouTube video. Here, proof. And some lengthy silly name of the drink that should have been a hint enough it was nonsense. She wasn’t smart for that. Rick tapped his fingers over the side of the man’s neck, right there he could feel his vein throb, hot. His fingers paused. Tap tap. The vein could have been accused of tapping back. A heady fervent throb like a car racer for every tap of Rick’s fingers. Tap tap. Thumpthumpthump. A competition he didn’t know he was a part of. He couldn’t choke Ari here in front of customers. He smiled.

“We’ll make good friend,” he told Ari, chuckling right after. He wanted to feel his breath hit the man’s hair. Watch it part. Unsettle its mop-like state. Good. Ari had lovely strands. Rick mocked a heavy, relieved sigh, and wrapped his arm around Ari’s upper body, bringing the man to his chest like they were husband and husband, passing the time while they waited. “What are you buying here, Ariel?”

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Aries Rijnders
 Posted: Yesterday at 11:10 am
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Yes
What's your name again?
N/A
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He stared with pure judgement. As if the man were an idiot. A complete, blabbering fool. A moron. A grotesque blockhead. An animal. No. Yes. He was an animal. What else would act like this in a civilized coffee shop? And why was no one else catching on to this weirdness? Fucking Mindfuckers. Thinking they could walk around and ... and... well... he could do something about it? He wished he could read an dmanipulate minds but that wasn't the course. Emotionswere weird. It didn't feel that rewarding to know you had power over moods. He had the strange impression that if he made the man bored and sullen, he'd break him in two. Or three. Two and a half. This hold of his was stiffling. Hard to think. Hard to move. And sooo damned close.

Aries sucked his teeth and muttered the spelling. "Aries... as in war." The war god at least. "A...R...I...E...S..." Moron. He then spelled his last name out in a quick rush, "r.i.j.n.d.e.r." He looked at the man's expression and leaned back. Ehhh... It's not like he could do anything violent here.... he wasn't like the vampire. There as a time and a place for everything. Plus, he was a shitty fighter and all he had were his cusses. It was enough to make him weep over the injustices of the world but he looked on, distant and blank, yet clearly affected. His body at least was a hint of that. He was stiff and strained. Like plywood.

"Don't." He muttered. He couldn't shout or threaten the man. What he wanted to do was knee him in th ejunk or step on his toe, but frankly, he wasn't too keen on having his neck snapped. For a supernatural being, he wasn't quite as adept in matters of the occult. "Don't touch..." He could only verbally protest, albeit in a whisper. It did nothing to push away the man. The vampire was nibbling on Aries's ear. He felt his body panic at the contact. And the germs. He groaned and snarled, with his lips twisted. Fucker was biting him! His eyes bulged and he imagined the end result of today. He imagined himself with his blood drained sitting in some Dracula type dungeon. He hated vampires. Fucking mindfuckers. He hissed and grabbed the man. His hold tightened into a vice grip. "Fucking asshole, let go. Let." It hurt. It fucking hurt! He was wincing uncomfortably when he felt the breath at his ear. It wasn't a difficult task to get Aries to shudder, at least when he had no choice to move.

The breath trickled down his body and made his body quiver, though his grip of the vampire loosened. It tightened again but this time for support. His body went lax and he he lowered his head to dig it into the man's shoulder blades. "You dumb shit." His fist went into a ball, still gripping the man's shirt, but he was imagining socking the bastard in the gut. Right in the gut. Maybe the kidneys. Yes. At least the kidneys. The contact was driving him nuts and he had nothing but a look of hatred to offer the man. Blind hatred. What was this even about?

"You don't have to touch me. You're just a creep and a pervert. With terrible breath." It wasn't really true but it was a terrible experience and it involved his breath. So there. His face was red and he was trying to look away but the man was paying far too much attention to him. "Seriously... what do you want." He cringed. Shut up. Shut up. Stop touching me.

He wasn't used to a body that wasn't burning hot. He wasn't sure if he would prefer that. He craned his neck over to glare at the woman in line, convincing the barrista with a video. He stared at her with a calm, blank expression, though internally he screamed up and down that he hated people. He complained about his unlucky life. He tried to ignore the touches to his neck. He swallowed hard, but the bobbing of his adam apple pressed skin to fingers and made him feel like he had fangs at his neck. Long fangs.

"Good friends my ass." He said, then shot a look. "I mean fuck off." He groaned. The man was pulling him in again and it was feeling all to familiar now. "It's Aries for Christ's sake. Aries. What sort of twat names their kid Ariel?" He asked with a sneer. He thought over the question and quickly looked away. Shit. He was going to get a muffin, a cupcake... some donuts, all to go with hsi hot coffee. He couldn't say that now. Not with a body gripping his like this. He leaned in to the man, breaking his habit of retreat.

"Compelling is a real bitch move if you're trying to make friends." He stated, "I'm not getting anything. I changed my mind." He sucked his teeth. "How about I buy you something so you can fuck off. Yeah? A pretty pink frosted donut?" He suggested. "And then you can pretend we're bffs in your makeb-elieve world. Or you can tell me what you want and get it over with... 'cuz I've got shit to do and you're fucking with my schedule, vampire." His look was icy, yet vividly frustrated.

Ahh... here was a good emotion to share: Fear.

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Rickon Sade
 Posted: Today at 02:35 am
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Rick
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Valdit
sexuality
fucks everyone
status
single
age
1700
mature
absolutely
N/A
N/A
Fucker



Aries. Like the god of war. It curled Rick’s lips. “So, Greek. Who gives a shit about Greek? What about the Romans, boy, what about them? Jupiter, Mars and Quirinus. Juno blessed my marriage, Venus cursed my love. I stuck with Minerva, the goddess of wisdom. And then, I fucked Juno.” He sneered. Purposefully. Flashed all of his surprisingly white teeth. You could have counted them. They stood so straight and white like a painted picket fence. He added, “And then, my marriage was blessed no more.” It never had been.

Something about the conversation made him want to choke this kid. Squeeze his throat nice and blue until he choked out the names of all the world gods. There were so many of them. It was almost like the world religions had tried to one up each other with the number-- the more the merrier. Decided somewhere along the way until some fucker had come tumbling out of their office, the gods like pebbles spilling from their full hands. Nobody could have even noticed if a few went missing. But Rick would have. The old ways of worship were still burned into his memory. He wanted to ask if he looked Roman. If he could have been Roman. He had the name instead. A. R. I. E. S. An then, R. I. J. N. D. E. R. And so, exactly like that, Rick remembered it.

A-r-i-e-s, R-i-j-n-d-e-r.

T-e-n-s-e.

Rick half startled at the grab-- but he smiled at his friend, and playfully blew into his ear. “No.” His eyes narrowed. Curiously, and his curiosity was cold, and dangerous, your usual calm before the storm, he observed the creature with his many evident ticks that rushed his muscle to twitch from anger, though only to take their energy away, like a car revved to purr out loud before abandoned mid-way. A rickety lame machine tumbling down the road without its driver. It pulled Rick’s lips back, and he grinned, all toothy and entertained.

Punch him, wee boy. Punch him. Give him a reason.

Rick tightened his hold on him. “For you to stop insulting me,” he said, “it hurts my feelings.” Take the bait. Do it. “Shhh, we are just trying to be friends.” Rick rested his chin on the man’s shoulder, and listened. He smiled. Sleepily and calmly like he were watching some old memory. It was beautiful. A family grouped together, drinking their eggnog, singing their X-mas songs. That was what Rick imagined. And cute ponytailed girls growing up until women. It reminded him of his daughters. Such a shame he’d had to let them burn in the fire. Maybe, if they’d grown a bit older, they could have given him grandchildren. He’d fucked his own siblings and his own kids. He’d have fucked the grandkids too. His cock almost got hard thinking how his sweet pea daughter had cried when he visited her in her bed. Daddy, no, she’d crooned. Such a dainty seventeen-year old. So tight, too. Her pussy had hugged his cock so good. Rick still remembered the blush of shame she wore. And how she'd lifted her legs up to her head, and gently moaned. Daddy, yes. Such a shame his other daughter had not been as compliant.

Rick released the man suddenly, spun him and grabbed him still, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and putting his hand up to his cheek, his tone chiding and cold as he compelled once more, “You have to calm down, friend. Let’s do this: you order what you want, we walk out together, we find some nice spot somewhere in an alley, maybe next to a dumpster, and there we have a meaningful conversation about life and being courteous.” He flashed Ari his teeth. “Now behave.” The last part was without compulsion-- “Stop cussing me out.” Rick released the little asshole, and put his hand to his own chest, “It really hurts my feelings.”

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 Posted: Today at 06:29 am
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N/A
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Why ws he so unpleasant and strange? The mention of Roman and Greek gods made him want to add that no mother should stoop so low as to name their only son Mars. Aries was bad enough. Or at least it was most fitting. It was the only reason he sank into the expected ritual of being called Ari. Still, this man was fucking weird and he didn't think he followed any ritual but insanity. Who cares about his marriage. His love. Who he fucked. Aries looked at him with a look of disgust, doubt, and absurd hatred.

Aries didn't know a thing about this stranger but the vampire's body wrapped around his felt like an attack. An insult. Cherish the body, sir. He turned his head away, sought some reprieve, any.He didn't want to face the man or be touched by him, but there he was gripping him in the next moment like he was some goal post and his knees were weak and wobbly. Augh. What the hell was with this guys eyes.... his smirks... Aries and fighting never worked out well but if he had any skill for it, he could imagine a punch right in this guys face. Square in the center or maybe that impressive jawline. Something bruising.

His blood was boiling. More and more touches!! Where had his hands been! He remembered that touchy, asshole psion who crept into his daily routine and promised sweetly to make him feel good. Only the sex wasn't good. The only good thing was feeling possessed. Now that he thought about .... wait, why the fuck was he thinking about it? His eyes bulged and he snickered. "Your feelings?" He said, before cringing when the man settled on his shoulders. Cunt!

"I don't care about your fucking feelings. This is harassment. If you want to be goddamn friends, let's be friends across a wide, lengthy table like normal people." He couldn't bring himself to yell. He couldn't even begin to struggle. The effects maybe? OR maybe he was getting used to this intrusion into his personal space. Both options were gross. His blood was boiling but he wanted it to boil. Aries wanted to be angry and volatile. He wanted to blow up like a volcano. At some point. But he was released and turned around. Augh, that's why I'm thinking about it, he dismissed the thought and his shoulders sank.

Fuck. Calm down? He turned back to him, unsure of why he was bothering him. His head no longer felt like it was going to burst open and fizzle, but it was unpleasant. All of this was. He was ushered to order and walk out with the man, and as he chuckled at the thought, he turned forward and realized that he was going to do just that. Yeah. Anyway, who cared. Why not. He could use some sugar to distract from being treated like a bag of meat.

"You're a pervert." He said. Alley? Dumpster? "Just say you want to fuck so I can properly tell you to eat dirt." He mumbled as the woman in front of him got her secret signature drink. As he watched her walk away with the whipcream and swirls, he wished he had been her. Not just for the drink but because the know-with all of this corrupt, coded system of capitalism. It made sense. This guy didn't make sense. With the way he was touching him, there was a sexual tone to it. And if he wasn't such a cockface shit, he might have volunteered atleast his courteous... courteous..." Aries sucked his teeth but couldn't find the energy to shoot another glear. Nothing he said would be heeded. Fear? Fear? Augh. This man would kill him no matter what emotion. He sucked his teeth again and made his step forward, but not without noting,

"You keep implying that should mean something." This guy's feelings were moot compared to being groped in a cafe. A fucking cafe. He stared down the barrista as if he was going to break his neck right there and then. The young, pimple faced boy listed off what they did have remaining. Aries glanced back, grunted, and shifted uncomfortably. He leaned in to the counter and made his oversized order. Hot mocha. Tall. Cornbread muffin. Chocolate cupcake with sprinkles and pink icing. Two glazed donuts. His hands gripped the counter as he waited. It would have been an excited wait if he didn't turn his head.

Did he say his name? No. He didn't think so. Good, I don't want to know. The pastries were plucked and placed in the bag with care. The drink was the last to be made.

Feelings. Oh fuck his feelings. Aries recieved his order. He glared at the barista and then at the vampire. Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you. "You don't have feelings." He stated. He didn't know - yes, he knew - but it was still difficult to admit that he was waiting for the man. Waiting. Like a maid. Like he was working forhim. "I can't stand it." He said nothing. He couldn't. There was nothing he could say that would matter and while that frustrated him, he was trying to calmly plan out a retreat. If he oculd have he would have ran off by now. But he didn't think he wanted to... which in and of itself a heathenous and misleading note to make. He remembered the feeling of the man's body.

That psion did the same, though he had claimed it was because his body was too easily cold. No matter the discomfort or assault, the contact didn't repell him quite as strong as this moment. He cursed it internally but he fell in line. Was it going to be the same here? How annoying. Aries sighed and started to descend on his treats. First the glazed donut. He sipped from the coffee, then noted it was too hot. He sucked his teeth, sighed again and waited like a good puppy, with his fists grasping tight. Maybe the guy's feelings did matter. "I'm busy." He muttered, before looking at his watch. No, he had time, but this wasn't the sort of activity that he wanted to spend his break doing.

"A conversation about life with a vampire sounds boring...." He glared at the man. "Hurry up, Asshole." Before someone sees any of this. Wait... why was it so easy to say... augh. He wanted to bang his head... into a pillow. He looked over the man and lamented that he was attractive on the outside and vile on the inside. He was guaging whether the man would grope him and then leave him be. That'd be a decent scenario. Ten leagues above straight up murder. His eyes narrowed. Why was he doing this? Why was he compelling him? He's toying with me. He rolled his eyes. "Or we can just do this again another time."

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