Red Death, Stalking Abroad

//i’m go slerp ninight <3

Sat, 25 May 2013 21:33:06 -0700

//i’m go slerp ninight <3

thelittleincubus: erikthereddeath: “I love you more than anything, my wonderful Dallas,” he...

Sat, 25 May 2013 21:22:15 -0700

erikthereddeath:

“I love you more than anything, my wonderful Dallas,” he murmured, nuzzling the top of his head. “I deserved it. But I’ll tell you what. You and I will go out and get anything you like for dinner, and then we’ll come home and I’ll feed you proper.” He grinned, bending to steal a kiss. “How’s that sound?”

Dallas blushed, grinning at him. “I love you too.” He said softly. “And…yeah, that’d be like…the best sorta present.” he kissed him happily, nipping at his chin afterwards. “And you can keep feeding me until we’re both full, how about that?” He winked.

“Oh, excellent~!” He nipped back, then caught Dal’s lips in a long and rather lewd kiss before pulling away. “Most excellent. Come, now,” he went on, straightening his shirt and grabbing his mask, “where would you like to go?”

thelittleincubus: erikthereddeath: Oh! Of course it was! Erik’s mouth dropped open and he held...

Sat, 25 May 2013 21:13:11 -0700

thelittleincubus:

erikthereddeath:

Oh! Of course it was! Erik’s mouth dropped open and he held Dallas a bit away from him, looking sincere. “Oh, darling, I’m so sorry! I…I forget these things…” He trailed off, brow creasing again before hugging Dallas tight. “I’m sorry, my love.”

Dallas looked at him, exasperated, happy, loving him. “I kinda figured but when I saw you…I just…I really needed to punch you okay?” he blushed, hugging back just as tightly. “You’re…I love you so much. I’ve never been with anyone this long…”

“I love you more than anything, my wonderful Dallas,” he murmured, nuzzling the top of his head. “I deserved it. But I’ll tell you what. You and I will go out and get anything you like for dinner, and then we’ll come home and I’ll feed you proper.” He grinned, bending to steal a kiss. “How’s that sound?”

allowmetoinspireyou: Melpomene hadn’t been expecting him to pull her in, but she welcomed it. Erik...

Sat, 25 May 2013 21:09:43 -0700

allowmetoinspireyou:

Melpomene hadn’t been expecting him to pull her in, but she welcomed it. Erik was her artist, one of her favorites by far, and she intended to show him that every time they met. The muse positioned her body close to his, sitting on his knee and leading his head to rest on her shoulder.

“I will always help you,” she said before placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth. “Come, let’s go somewhere more-so comfortable, yes?” Before her artist could be prompted for an answer, she materialized them into what she guessed to be his bedroom and sitting on his bed, rather than the piano bench.

“What plagues your mind, my artist?”

He was just nodding a little, weakly, as she made them vanish and appear in his bed. He tugged her with him as he curled up, shutting his eyes but staying purposefully awake.

“Nightmares,” he answered honestly, now that they were in such an intimate location. “I can’t stop seeing things from my past…dying in the desert, drowning in the blood of those I’ve been forced to kill…” He shuddered hard just thinking about it and burrowed into her embrace. “I hate it, Melpomene.”

indomitable-hunter: say it with me now emotional abuse is still abuse do not fucking tell me...

Sat, 25 May 2013 21:05:32 -0700

indomitable-hunter:

say it with me now

emotional

abuse

is

still

abuse

do not fucking tell me someone with abusive parents “had it easy” just because the abuse wasn’t physical or sexual

just don’t

This completely this.

thelittleincubus: erikthereddeath: “Forgot…?” He frowned, brow furrowing deeply as he tried first...

Sat, 25 May 2013 21:03:11 -0700

thelittleincubus:

erikthereddeath:

“Forgot…?” He frowned, brow furrowing deeply as he tried first to think of what day it was and whether or not they had planned something. “I…what did I forget…?”

Dallas hugged him close. “Its…” he blushed. “It’s our…” he was pretty sure it was stupid and wouldn’t be significant to Erik, immortal and old as he was. “Uhm. Six month…anniversary….” his voice was very small.

Oh! Of course it was! Erik’s mouth dropped open and he held Dallas a bit away from him, looking sincere. “Oh, darling, I’m so sorry! I…I forget these things…” He trailed off, brow creasing again before hugging Dallas tight. “I’m sorry, my love.”

Shush Erik.

Sat, 25 May 2013 20:59:35 -0700

thelittlekingwithiceinhisblood:

“Monkeys would make odd pets I think….” He yawned and moved one of the cats into his lap, petting down along its back, “I wish I could say the same, but,” he motioned to the dogs teeth that studded his collar, “I’ve slaughtered more dogs than I can keep track of, dogs and their owners. One tooth from each dog, until I ran out of space in the collar. Kill the dog first mostly because when someone breaks my rules they deserve punishment. What hurts more than seeing your dog get its throat or belly cut open before you? …People are very attached to their pets…”

Erik’s eyes widened a little at the speech, but he quite expected it from the kitten, even though he was now, as he’d called himself, “domesticated.” He nuzzled Scourge gently as he sipped his own tea. “I know that if anyone killed a pet of mine before me, I’d certainly be upset enough to probably do the same to them.”

crownedwithglory: erikthereddeath: He followed, a little smirk still on his lips as his eyes...

Sat, 25 May 2013 20:56:00 -0700

crownedwithglory:

erikthereddeath:

He followed, a little smirk still on his lips as his eyes stayed on Henry.

Henry slowed when they arrived, looking about.

Erik didn’t look about so much, his eyes still on Henry as he rode up next to him. “Where is it you’ve taken me, mon liege~?”

thelittleincubus: erikthereddeath: He rubbed Dal’s back gently. “I…assume you don’t mean that my...

Sat, 25 May 2013 20:50:10 -0700

thelittleincubus:

erikthereddeath:

He rubbed Dal’s back gently. “I…assume you don’t mean that my face, itself, is stupid. Do I get a glimpse at that wonderful teenage brain of yours, or are you going to sniffle for the rest of the night?”

Dallas sniffled. He nuzzled into Erik’s chest once more. “You forgot.” He murmured, fingering at the fabric of his shirt. “So I punched your stupid face.” He murmured.

“Forgot…?” He frowned, brow furrowing deeply as he tried first to think of what day it was and whether or not they had planned something. “I…what did I forget…?”

thelittleincubus: erikthereddeath: Erik was stunned by the punch, but the kisses much more than...

Sat, 25 May 2013 20:27:02 -0700

thelittleincubus:

erikthereddeath:

Erik was stunned by the punch, but the kisses much more than made up for it. He kissed back, holding Dallas closely. “What was all that about, hm?”

“I’m sorry!” Dallas whimpered, kissing Erik’s collarbone. “I just…I really needed to punch your stupid face.” He sniffed petulently and rubbed his own cheek against Erik’s chest.

He rubbed Dal’s back gently. “I…assume you don’t mean that my face, itself, is stupid. Do I get a glimpse at that wonderful teenage brain of yours, or are you going to sniffle for the rest of the night?”

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Sat, 25 May 2013 18:01:50 -0700

Room Enough for a Phantom

Sat, 25 May 2013 17:47:25 -0700

sashamccoy:

Sasha grinned; oh, but the Phantom knew him too well. A teasing grin in response, and Sasha nodded; “guilty. Y’caught me red-handed, heh.” Not that Sasha minded, of course, and as Erik spoke to Milo and got a mewl and head-butt to the shin in response, Sasha searched his pockets for the key, just to make sure he still had it with him.

“He hasn’t been-the vet said he was too skinny so I started giving him canned stuff,” he explained, coming up with the key from his back pocket and replacing it in another one where he’d actually remember to look, “and you, good sir, are a flatterer of the highest order.”

“I am not!” Erik declared, pretending to be thoroughly offended. “You, Monsieur McCoy, are far away the most pleasing creature that I’ve ever looked at, bar absolutely none.” He silenced any attempt at rebuttal with a firm kiss, then pulled back with a childish giggle. “God, I missed you. Let’s go on a tour, eh~?” He nuzzled at Sasha’s neck, still holding his hands. “I’m sure you’ve done a great number of silly things to this place since I was last here.”

//i’m take nap. bbl.

Sat, 25 May 2013 15:40:11 -0700

//i’m take nap. bbl.

Shush Erik.

Sat, 25 May 2013 15:32:56 -0700

thelittlekingwithiceinhisblood:

erikthereddeath:

“They seem to find me quite intriguing,” the phantom said with a shrug, catching a Siamese that jumped the incredible height to land in his arms. “They do, yes. This one here is called Gabriel. That orange is called Angus.”

Leaning forward Scourge nuzzled the side of one cats neck before he sat up again, looking over Erik, “Those are nice names…” he hummed and rested his head on the back of the couch, “I only personally have one cat…named Nora. And my dog’s name is Amporalee. I used to have another dog…but a somewhat friend of mine shot him in the head.”

“That’s too bad. I used to have a monkey. He was killed by a man who hated me.” The kettle whistled and he went and made the tea, bringing it back out on a tray and settling on the couch again in a minimal cat-free spot. “I’d never hurt an animal, you know.”

Shush Erik.

Sat, 25 May 2013 15:15:43 -0700

thelittlekingwithiceinhisblood:

erikthereddeath:

“I do, oui,” Erik said, heading for the kitchen. “We grow it in the Opera gardens for all of these petit minous,” he added with a gesture at the cats who’d grown in number. He put on the kettle and leaned against the door, watching Scourge with a little smile.

Scourge looked at the cats, stretching himself out across the couch and scratching under one of their chins lightly, “You’ve got more cats here than I do around where I live,” he hummed before turning his head and giving another one of the cats a small lick behind the ear, “Do they all have names…?”

“They seem to find me quite intriguing,” the phantom said with a shrug, catching a Siamese that jumped the incredible height to land in his arms. “They do, yes. This one here is called Gabriel. That orange is called Angus.”

Shush Erik.

Sat, 25 May 2013 15:03:47 -0700

thelittlekingwithiceinhisblood:

erikthereddeath:

They sat in quiet and peace for a long while. Erik liked the calm, but he eventually stirred and gave Scourge’s ear a gentle nip. “I’m going to make tea. Do you want anything, kitten?”

Scourge sat up when his ear was nipped and cocked his head to one side, thinking for a moment, he’d half drifted off while they sat. “…Do you have catmint tea?” he wasn’t really a tea drinking, but his mother used to make tea with catmint, and he’d always loved it.

“I do, oui,” Erik said, heading for the kitchen. “We grow it in the Opera gardens for all of these petit minous,” he added with a gesture at the cats who’d grown in number. He put on the kettle and leaned against the door, watching Scourge with a little smile.

Shush Erik.

Sat, 25 May 2013 14:51:22 -0700

thelittlekingwithiceinhisblood:

erikthereddeath:

Erik sat in quiet at that point, just holding Scourge with one arm as the other became occupied with a few other cats who decided to join the snuggling.

Scourge pet the cat that was on his lap, humming to himself as he did. The company of the cats kept his mind off the typical worries it would be stuck on at most times.

They sat in quiet and peace for a long while. Erik liked the calm, but he eventually stirred and gave Scourge’s ear a gentle nip. “I’m going to make tea. Do you want anything, kitten?”

Shush Erik.

Sat, 25 May 2013 14:40:10 -0700

thelittlekingwithiceinhisblood:

erikthereddeath:

“Good boy.” He curled a little more around Scourge, falling quiet as he held him close and tight.

Scourge closed his eyes again with a soft smile at the small praise, nuzzling against Erik.

Erik sat in quiet at that point, just holding Scourge with one arm as the other became occupied with a few other cats who decided to join the snuggling.

Shush Erik.

Sat, 25 May 2013 14:31:01 -0700

thelittlekingwithiceinhisblood:

erikthereddeath:

He kissed Scourge gently again. The cat in his lap mewed and rubbed on Scourge’s hands. “Well, we can find out, I’m sure.”

Scourge glanced down at the cat, petting it again, scratching behind its ears before nodding to Erik.

“Good boy.” He curled a little more around Scourge, falling quiet as he held him close and tight.

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Sat, 25 May 2013 14:28:00 -0700