I was watching an episode of Gossip Girl when I wrote this so some are plucked straight from the episode while others are paraphrased/inspired by actual lines.
“The truth is… I was jealous.”
“My date stood me up.”
“I’m here with someone else.”
“I think I’ll pass.”
“That won’t be necessary.”
“I believe you.”
“I promise, I won’t do it again.”
“What are these?”
“This is my way of saying thank you,”
“What are you doing here?”
“You need to leave.”
“I’m not leaving without you.”
“I got fired,”
“I’ll prove it to you.”
“Prove it.”
“What the hell is going on?”
“It’s time for you to step down.”
“I’m not ready for that.”
“It’s probably best that you move out.”
“What the hell are you throwing out the window?”
“Are you willing to get a haircut and burn your clothes?”
“You used me.”
“How could you do this to me?”
“I thought I could trust you.”
“We’ve got a huge problem.”
“You know, you said this was yours, but I just can’t seem to find your name on it.”
“Did you really divide the room in half with tape? Is this a nineties sitcom?”
“Nope, it’s definitely your turn.”
“I thought you were better than that.”
“Coffee. Now.”
“Are you even awake?”
“We were sworn to secrecy.”
“Just give me a hint!”
“Is everything okay?”
“Who was that?”
“This would do way more harm than good.”
“That’s what I was trying to tell you.”
“Can we give this another shot? Please?”
“I need some time alone.”
“I’d do anything for you.”
“Don’t touch me.”
“This is it, this is the answer to all our problems.”
“I hadn’t even thought of that.”
“That’s just not who I am.”
“We’re a very rare breed.”
“Okay, you convinced me.”
“Are you excited for tonight?”
“Think they bought it?”
“I’m sorry that you had to find out about that.”
“I don’t want to go.”
“I hate to admit it, but I think you were right.”
“We’re going to be late!”
“Who the hell are you people?”
“What are you doing at my house?”
“Wait, are you serious?”
“Is that so?”
“You were there for me when no one else was.”
“I told you how important this was to me.”
“It wasn’t personal.”
“I want you gone by the morning.”
“Tell me the truth.”
“Honey, everything you say is a lie.”
“Stop saying that.”
“Just stop talking.”
“It didn’t work.”
“What? No, no, no, no, I’m not in love with _____. No. Nope.”
“Can we go inside now?”
“It was you, wasn’t it?”
“Don’t you see what you’re doing?”
“I don’t think I can do this anymore.”
“Do you see those people leaving? Why don’t you join them?”
“I can’t believe you thought I would do that.”
“I think you’re self destructing. And you’re taking me down with you.”
“I thought you realized…”
“Forget it, it doesn’t matter.”
“We’re usually blinded by the people that we love.”
FOOTSTEPS were nearly silent, moved like a ghost through the trees. you’d think with the weight of his frame he’d be louder, though he crept without a sound. was real GOOD AT THAT - sneaking around unnoticed. liked to follow people, liked to remain unseen. and what was she doing in HIS forest anyway? he didn’t like other people in the places he played.
in one hand he holds a stick, one that he’s sharpened the ends of to resemble a spear. he holds it up as if to threaten her, dirt caked to the sides of his legs where skin was bare beneath cut-off shorts. “ HEY! this is private property MISSY! what’re you doing here? ”
sharp teeth will sink into the plush of lip, watching fingers disappear through a tight ring. it’s eerily similar, this angel, to him, to rudi. in what they want. being pretty boys with pretty needs. finger - tips are searching the back of throat, wants to hurt him, make him gag ( just a little ) as punishment for being so … perfect. near. if he could ever see past it, he’d see a friend in michael, not a threat.
❛ i am, ain’t i? er’body says so, see? i know.❜ it’s a confused confidence he has. still needs the reassurance. has him purring, dipping head to catch fingers against his lips again. dry hand curls into black, unkindly, tug his head back. there’s a bite to his kiss, a domineering and vile presence but so sweet, so spiced with promise.
the other is locked against him, arm around torso. but tucker’s annoyed he’s not already on his knees, trying to please him. lips retract, a thick strand of saliva connecting, he lingers breath - hush away. ❛ now say sorry, michael.❜ and he lets him go, just like that.
HE DOES GAG, finger that runs along the back of his throat causes a small little choked sound to emit from his lips though he doesn’t pull away. ( used to keeping things shoved against the back of his throat ! ) instead he swallows around the finger, knows what to expect this time as the digit slips further down, throat slippery and pliant.
he lets teeth graze against tucker’s fingers as they’re pulled from his mouth, bites down softly though certainly not enough to hurt. MOANS when hair is yanked by a rough hand, grins up at the pretty boy with hands all over him. takes the opportunity when their lips meet to slip his tongue in tucker’s mouth, pressing and swiping along the siren’s ( just wants a taste !! ). DISAPPOINTED when tucker pulls away, breaking off the kiss.
flipping around he’s on his knees in an instant, fingers slipping just under the hem of tucker’s pants. he tugs at them gently, pressing soft kisses to his hipbones as wings begin to sprawl outwards. tucker seemed to like them, may as well make them look PRETTY. “ i’m sorry, tucker. i was a bad boy. ”
the question had mostly been directed at HIMSELF, not expecting an answer. he knew very well why he came here; needs distractions. ALL OF THE DISTRACTIONS HE CAN GET. michael seems to prove to be a very little one. isn’t that rudiger isn’tinterested in him, it’s just hard when he’s not been OFFERED MUCH. then again that could be his own fault. ghoul is constantly back& forth with what he wants, mixed signals & all. DOESN’T MIND HIS COMPANY, however. there’s no attempt made to create space. he doesn’t mind the closeness. in fact, he PREFERS IT. he looks at michael, tired, drained. sad.
“ i just…wanna CUDDLE… “ he sighs. the ghoul moves, suddenly, entire body pressing forward & forcing the gargoyle onto his back so that rudiger may LAY ON TOP of him. like a dog. “ …..play wit’ my hair? “
and just like that the urge to push rudiger away dissipates, finds himself right back at the start where he continues to SOAK UP the marginal amounts of attention given. holding a grudge over mixed signals is difficult for michael, (had an easier time holding other grudges !! ) melts right back into rudiger’s touch the moment he’s shown affection again. suddenly the ghoul is ON TOP OF HIM, pressed against his chest though he has no trouble breathing lying this way. he’s sad, and michael finds it hard to be comforting when he doesn’t know whats wrong. slender arms find their way around the ghoul’s ribs despite his confusion, feels it’s what rudiger wants, ( maybe even what he NEEDS ) and the closeness is enough for the gargoyle to want to remain lying down. chin rests atop rudigers head, burying his nose in unkempt hair as a hand finds its way to the nape of his neck. running the back of his fingernails along the skin he allows digits to twist and twirl in his dark locks soothingly, moving slowly and purposefully, fingers catching on small clumps of dirt as he strokes, that of which he crumbles between soft fingertips.
he likes this, the warm pressure of rudiger lying against his chest, watching the hybrid rise and fall with his own breaths. the boy appears a WRECK, appears to not be all there. he wants to help, wants to make him better. “ baths always make me feel better. i could bathe you. “ an innocent suggestion, no longer interested in dirty touches and tugging at each others lips between sharp teeth. he wants to HELP. “ it’s going to take a lot of SCRUBBING but i’m sure we could get it all. ”
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06. my character is a gargoyle original character, with the themes being horror and psychological. i have yet to see a gargoyle character, and while i can't coin the entire term gargoyle, please know that all development, lore, background, and ideas come straight from my head and inspiration i've obtained from horror/psychological thriller movies. please do not steal any of it. i will drag you straight to hell.
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