InsaneJournal

Tweak says, "FORM VOLTRON!!"

David "Tory" Torizol (sadisticgiggles) wrote in ipswich_rpg,
@ 2010-01-14 23:19:00

Entry tags:

!complete, 2010 01, david torizol, drusilla

RP: Strange Encounters
Who: Tory, Dru
When: Eveningtimes, Jan 14
Where: Streets // Dru's room
Rating: PG-13ish.
Summary: Tory bit off more than he could chew
Status: Closed, completed

So he'd discovered that even he had limits.

He'd taken on a rather nasty looking dog, all fire and brimstone in it's eyes and razor sharp teeth and soot-blackened fur. He'd taken it on with one of his stronger blades, anticipating a fight - but anticipating that he'd win with a few cuts and bruises to show for it.

...

Well, maybe he'd anticipated incorrectly. He certainly did have a few cuts and bruises. But the dog had walked away with minimal injuries, and he had fled with a sizable bite on his back leg that was throbbing with a dull sort of pain that radiated through his leg (that made him think that the dog had had a venomous bite) and he couldn't get it to stop bleeding.

Stopping at the side of the road where there was a small tree, he sat, leaning against it and bleeding into the snow, ripping of a thick strip of fabric from his torn pants to apply pressure to the wound.

He closed his eyes, hissing slightly at the pain and waiting for it to fade. He could really use a smoke right about now.

(Read comments) - (Post a new comment)

sadisticgiggles
2010-01-20 05:07 am UTC (link)

He was sinking into a deep sleep, halfway between losing consciousness entirely and still being awake. Small, erratic giggling noises left his lips as his eyes fluttered closed, but he was awake enough to feel her drawing away, and a soft moan left his lips. His eyes opened halfway, looking at Dru with an awestruck, desperate, needful gaze as she leaned in towards him, and his head tilted towards her hands.

"Will you be mine?" he asked, his voice slurring slightly from the blood loss and his own growing desire. Even he wasn't sure if he meant in the sense of lover, or if he meant that he wanted her to be his shelter.

He was fast growing attached - though it could hardly be surprising, as the vampire fetish had always been a turn on for him - and she wasn't doing anything to help the situation. Like pushing him away. Or killing him.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

named_the_stars
2010-01-20 06:37 am UTC (link)

"I belong to no mortal," she whispered, tipping her chin up toward the sky. It had started to snow again, and she watched the flakes as they descended. She was aware that if she left him here, he would die ... and he seemed to like her.

"My puppy's gone away," she whispered, a touch of sorrow to her voice. "Slipped back through the cracks, drawn the picture in reverse. Poof." She giggled softly before she moved closer to him, crouching down to lift him up.

"Snowmen melt," she breathed. "But the cold makes corpses of the real men." Swiftly she carried him back toward the motel she'd been staying in, to the room they'd broken into. At least there he'd be warm and could tend to his wound better than if she simply left him out here.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

sadisticgiggles
2010-01-22 05:19 am UTC (link)

He hadn't meant that, had he? That she would belong to him? He giggled a bit, not really sure what he meant at all but feeling like he should clarify. "No," he agreed, bobbing his head. "I'm yours, and that's that." He giggled again, though giggling was starting to hurt now.

"Slipped his lead?" he murmured to her puppy comment, wondering if she meant a really puppy. Was he meant to be a dog to her? ... Was he turning into one of the devil dogs? He laughed out loud at that. He wasn't entirely sure how to feel about that, or if that was even what he was supposed to be understanding from her comments. Maybe she hadn't been talking about him at all.

Aside from the way the world spun - which could very easily have been from the medication - Tory did not noticed that he had been picked up and was being carried except for the fact that Dru was much closer to him. "Don't want to melt," he mumbled almost sleepily, turning towards her and leaning into her hold on him. His lips searched out skin, and if they couldn't find any settled for clothing, nibbling and kissing at it in what passed for affection in his twisted mind. He giggled again, rather excited about this turn of events for the evening, in more ways than one.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

named_the_stars
2010-01-22 05:48 am UTC (link)

"I didn't keep him on a leash," she said. "Next time, I will," she decided. "So the bad puppy can't dig the garden and slip the fence to find a new mistress." Something flickered behind her eyes, but whatever it was was passing, brief.

Drusilla glanced down at the clearly delirious man, and she smiled softly, affectionately, almost fondly. Perhaps she could have a pet in this one for a bit, though he might be dead by morning. Like the birds in the cage, all feet up and cold.

She frowned. "Don't go feet up," she whispered as she moved through the hallways to the room. Once inside, she deposited him gently on the bed, stepping back to regard him.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

sadisticgiggles
2010-01-22 10:07 pm UTC (link)

Don't go feet up? He giggled softly at that, the message clear enough even if the symbolism was lost on him. He was picturing... well, he didn't know what he was picturing, but he certainly wasn't picturing birds.

"It'll take more than a rabid dog to make me go feet up," he mumbled quietly, but it was true enough. He'd been through worse. Just because he couldn't think of what exactly it was, right now, did not mean that it wasn't true.

He was starting to lose consciousness, his body determined to fall asleep no matter what he told it about staying awake. He wondered, if he just slept for a moment, or just slipped away into a sort of half sleep, if he would die or if he would just change. He supposed he'd find out - at this rate, in less than a minute he'd be asleep.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

named_the_stars
2010-01-22 10:16 pm UTC (link)

Dru watched as he slipped away. Perhaps to sleep. Perhaps to death. She was indifferent as she settled herself onto the other bed.

For a moment, she felt alone. The moment passed quick enough though, and she smiled; the loneliness had barely registered.

For now. Soon, it may be a more pressing issue, but right now she was fine.

Flipping through the channels on the TV, she settled on something new that looked lovely and horrible and bloody.

(Reply to this) (Parent)

named_the_stars
2010-01-22 10:52 pm UTC (link)

(Reply to this) (Parent)

(Read comments) -