u kwn what bitch shit aint all about u okay the fuck do u think i want u anywhere near my dick now we in the middle of a war with people fucking disappearing every other week i got socks & hand lotion and so much ohter bullshit wo some old leathery ex rearin out of the fuckin depths like cock riddled wit syphillis and jacked up piercing scars like hey u not havin a shit enough time kavinsky how u feel about a keen fucking reminder that i give zero fucks about how u doin besides u givin me what i want except i ain't even cool
[possibly a mild misunderstanding here what with lunch being one of those meals that vampires don't eat for multiple reasons, but you know, what could pppppossibly be more in-character than angry miscommunication.]
what hte fuck do you want from me seriously actual fuckin brunch zero fucks anymore playmate for ur preferred son, nico di angelo me 2 get rafa to stop bein pissed w you do u want me 2 dream a real live mark, is that ur thing now something magic fucking miracle 2 bring him to xist?
[kavinsky doesn't even reply. but at nine o' clock in the evening, there's a knock at the doorway, interrupting the repetitive susurrus of wind and sand and seawater outside. and through the peephole vex can see him. the vampire resting his shoulder against the doorframe, staring out into the night.]
[ Vex, clad in a tight black t-shirt and his leather trousers, opened the door with an odd sort of look on his face- as if he wasn't sure if Vinny was going to throw a stinkbomb at him and run, or something lkke that. ]
'ello, gorgeous. Alright then?
[ He motioned towards the living room in invitation. ]
[no stinkbombs. just a distressingly pretty young man in a leather jacket with disheveled hair. he stares at vex a minute too long, but fails to do anything horrifying. instead, he lopes into the house, pausing to look around. most things seem to be where he'd left them.]
Sure, [he says.] You got something to drink? [he moves over to a chair, slinging his skinny frame into it. there's a weird edge of energy to him. weirder than normal.]
[ He looked wary as he tapped his own neck a few times to signal what he was referring to. Because that's what vamps drank, right? So Vex felt the need to clarify.
Even so, he sat down on his couch and shook a few bottles of liquor before he found one with something in it, then offered that to Kavinsky. ]
[that's vaguely tempting, but just like he used to lose his appetite for pizza and real fucking food in certain depths of depression, kavinsky's guts don't find the want for blood as strong as it normally is now. his smile fits unevenly on his face when he accepts the liquor.
and he drinks straight from the neck of that instead. half of it gone. intoxication happens slowly for vampires, but at least it does happen.]
Hey, asshole, [he says when he's done.] C'mere. [and he grabs one of the faerie's hands, his own fingers as cold as normal but unusually clumsy.] Listen. I have to tell you some shit.
[ And his hand, which was far warmer in comparison. He leaned towards Kavinsky, expression curious but the wary edge of it still remained- as if he thought he might get randomly punched or bitten. It wouldn't be the first time... ]
[one of kavinsky's little fangs comes out, settling over his bottom lip. but he doesn't bite. his fingers tighten, but he doesn't rip out a punch.]
I'm in love with you, [he says.
it's the first time he's said those words to anyone. it'd never really occurred to him, in his madness, to tell them to ronan. caleb couldn't drag them out of him, not with all the effort and distraught he could bring to bear. it hadn't been that way with bliss; not quite.]
I got no fucking idea how it is with you and Mark, but I think I love you like you love him. Or pretty close. Dunno. It's some shit.
[ Vex had no reason to not believe Kavinsky's confession, though it reminded him more of Massimo than it did Mark. Mo, who always hurt him then hugged him and apologized, begged forgiveness and then hurt him all over again. Vex couldn't help but think of that right now as he stared at Vin and it made his chest ache. ]
I dunno, luv. I love you too, have for a long time, but it's not the same and I know that screws with your heart. I wanted to see how it'd go if we were together and I found out... you're a bloody lot like my son, and maybe that's how I love you. Maybe that's how I'll always love you, maybe not, I don't know.
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i'm saying i miss you
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shit aint all about u okay
the fuck do u think i want u anywhere near my dick now
we in the middle of a war with people fucking disappearing every other week
i got socks & hand lotion and so much ohter bullshit wo some old leathery ex rearin out of the fuckin depths like cock riddled wit syphillis and jacked up piercing scars like hey u not havin a shit enough time kavinsky how u feel about a keen fucking reminder that i give zero fucks about how u doin besides u givin me what i want
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better idea: crackers and cheese
to go with your whine
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[possibly a mild misunderstanding here what with lunch being one of those meals that vampires don't eat for multiple reasons, but you know, what could pppppossibly be more in-character than angry miscommunication.]
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i'll ring you later
stay pretty
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seriously
actual fuckin brunch
zero fucks anymore
playmate for ur preferred son, nico di angelo
me 2 get rafa to stop bein pissed w you
do u want me 2 dream a real live mark, is that ur thing now
something magic fucking miracle 2 bring him to xist?
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i want you
has that not been clear enough or are you too busy fantsizing about my dead husband or whoever else i shag
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fine
sure
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theres this shityt british pub downt he block from where u live
meet u there tonight
9ish
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'ello, gorgeous. Alright then?
[ He motioned towards the living room in invitation. ]
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Sure, [he says.] You got something to drink? [he moves over to a chair, slinging his skinny frame into it. there's a weird edge of energy to him. weirder than normal.]
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[ He looked wary as he tapped his own neck a few times to signal what he was referring to. Because that's what vamps drank, right? So Vex felt the need to clarify.
Even so, he sat down on his couch and shook a few bottles of liquor before he found one with something in it, then offered that to Kavinsky. ]
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and he drinks straight from the neck of that instead. half of it gone. intoxication happens slowly for vampires, but at least it does happen.]
Hey, asshole, [he says when he's done.] C'mere. [and he grabs one of the faerie's hands, his own fingers as cold as normal but unusually clumsy.] Listen. I have to tell you some shit.
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[ And his hand, which was far warmer in comparison. He leaned towards Kavinsky, expression curious but the wary edge of it still remained- as if he thought he might get randomly punched or bitten. It wouldn't be the first time... ]
What's on your mind then?
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I'm in love with you, [he says.
it's the first time he's said those words to anyone. it'd never really occurred to him, in his madness, to tell them to ronan. caleb couldn't drag them out of him, not with all the effort and distraught he could bring to bear. it hadn't been that way with bliss; not quite.]
I got no fucking idea how it is with you and Mark, but I think I love you like you love him. Or pretty close. Dunno. It's some shit.
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I dunno, luv. I love you too, have for a long time, but it's not the same and I know that screws with your heart. I wanted to see how it'd go if we were together and I found out... you're a bloody lot like my son, and maybe that's how I love you. Maybe that's how I'll always love you, maybe not, I don't know.
You didn't really give me a chance.
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