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 Posted: Tue May 14, 2019 6:04 am
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 Marcel nodded his head in agreement with Virgil when he commented on seeing enough for a lifetime "You and me both" no doubt the two men have witnessed things that no person should ever be forced to witness. He'd seen people both enemy and friends burn alive with their screams burned into his memory for all time. Enemy tangos trying to put their innards back in their bodies, courtesy of the Hispanic himself in a few CQC situations. None of it was pleasant and even less forgettable sadly enough. Marcel would then feel that familiar warmth spread throughout his chest as Virgil echoed what he had said, adding on that he'd always fight for him. Truth be told however, if they had the funds to do so Marcel would want to move back to Spain with Virgil and buy a nice sized house for the two of them in a slightly more remote area somewhere out in the countryside of Spain. He'd always liked visiting Andalusia and when he thought of it he wouldn't mind living there, maybe one day they could discuss it when money was a bit more plentiful and they were a bit longer into their relationship. For now though Japan would have to do. Marcel then smiled a little bit when he felt the other man nuzzle into his chest and he stretched out to get comfortable. It was nice to know that Virgil had finally managed to relax in the tent, even if he was wrapped up in his little bundle of blankets. Not the Marcel minded, there was more than enough blanket to go around and he had a living radiator wrapped around him at the moment "Goodnight Mi Luz" he whispered softly, returning the kiss with one on top of his head. Of course though it seemed like Virgil just had to squeeze him one more smartass sounding joke "Oh, my brave night in shining armor. I'll be sure if the big scary tree makes noise" he chuckled a little bit as he wrapped his arms around Virgil as he simply laid there in relative silence. The glow from the fire they left out was finally starting to die down and to embers leaving little light to see with besides the bit of moonlight that came through thew tent. Now in the relative silence Marcel was left to his thoughts which normally wasn't a good thing for the Hispanic, although this time nothing seemed to want to stir up and he'd admit that he was a bit bored. So his mind wandered through today's events in his mind, the house, the tree, the lost village, the bones, everything. It was all so odd and then that werewolf's head in a jar of all things, in Japan no less? It was certainly not how he thought this day would go but more or less the horror fanatic was happy with today. Then there was the fun at the pond which he certainly still wasn't burned up over losing! The Hispanic's hand idly stroked the other man's hair without much forethought as the insomniac laid there letting his mind wander from topic to topic. Hell maybe at least a trip to the states and New Orleans would be a fun way to spend a vacation, Mardi Gras, booze, intimate time with Virgil? It sounded like the perfect vacation for him. (Translation: ) |
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Posted: Tue May 14, 2019 12:48 pm
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 Virgil chuckled softly at his own sarcastic reply. As far as he knew, this could very well be the first time for Marcel sleeping in a place where battle hadn’t displaced the natural order of the wilderness around them. Some of those sounds might be unsettling for someone who had never heard them before. It might be night, but there was still plenty of creatures around carrying on with their lives despite the darkness. Now there wasn’t any music playing the background or their voices to fill the quiet, those sounds became a bit more obvious now. Crickets were the most predominant with their never ending songs though frogs living in the nearby creek would occasionally add in their voices. Along with the faint soothing sound of his boyfriend’s heartbeat, the halfbreed would listen to the sounds of their surroundings while he tried to fall asleep. Even the sharp screech of a small animal being claimed by a predator could hardly interrupt what he believed to be a peaceful ambience. To him it felt like it was taking forever for sleep to come to him though in reality it only took half an hour for him to doze off. With his loss of consciousness, the woodland slowly seemed to change around them. A deathly silence settled over the area as if the forest itself was hold its breath. The unnatural quality would have woken the survivalist up if he had been aware enough to notice it. The silence brought colder temperatures with it, the kind of cold that made itself at home deep within the bones and fogged the breath, made it seem impossible to warm up from. It even had the living radiator shivering as the chill hunt in the air, and who soon was unconsciously trying to pull the sheets closer around him while also attempting to burrow into the source of warmth right next to him. Slow and heavy footsteps could soon be heard coming to their camp grounds as if some large creature had it in mind to explore. The sound would grow uncomfortably close to their tent and circle around it before moving away. Charred logs remaining in the fire pit suddenly sparked to life to briefly cast a distorted humanoid shadow. A loud sigh followed after as the being locked eyes on their sleeping spot. As much as he would love to drag Marcel bodily out of the tent, he knew he couldn't risk waking his prodigy. ”Are you going to come out and say hi?” Mathew spoke as if he was speaking to a small child who was hiding. ”It was a long walk from my tree….it would be rude for you not to after I've come all this way.” If the Hispanic thought he was going to let him have Virgil, he was sorely mistaken. His spirit hadn't lingered in this world watching the other lycan’s path to self-destruction for nothing and he would be damned if he let Marcel put an end to it.
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Posted: Wed May 15, 2019 11:15 am
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Marcel would simply lay there listening to the sounds of the night. Honestly it really was relaxing to listen too and even made the Hispanic feel like he would fall asleep soon enough. This really was a wonderful experience overall and he'd be more than happy to do this whole camping thing again some other time for sure. However as he laid there simply staring down at Virgil's surprisingly peaceful form for once the Hispanic would quickly turn his head a small bit. It was almost instantaneous that Marcel felt a chill up his spine, that sixth sense that something was wrong. The deathly silence that occurred when everything was so lively just moments ago with the crickets chirping and the frogs croaking. Something was out there. A wolf perhaps? There was that pack that they'd seen earlier, maybe they followed their trail back to the camp? However that was when Marcel felt the chilling cold that seeped into the very core of his being, his own breath being visible. How was this even happening? It was temperate only moments ago! For a moment the Hispanic thought that maybe he'd fallen asleep and was having another nightmare once again, however seeing Virgil huddle up closer to him for warmth all but disproved that thought. However what made Marcel's hairs stand on edge were the footsteps. These weren't the steps of a wolf or any animal, they undoubtedly human with just how slow and heavy they were. Who could be out here? A ranger? No, at this time? It made no sense as they were well and far off the beaten trail. Then the thought hit him that it could be someone looking to harm them which caused the Hispanic's eyes to narrow a bit as he closed his eyes a moment to hone in on the sound. It was circling the tent no doubt. Marcel quietly and slowly as he could would untangle himself from Virgil before slowly sliding back into his shorts, suddenly wishing he'd kept his shirt on for the extra protection. However Marcel felt his heartbeat quicken when suddenly the fire sparked back to life out of nowhere and illuminated the figure of a man. His voice though caused the Hispanic to glare, he wouldn't let any harm come to Virgil so whoever this stranger was could ******** right off. Marcel would reach over and silently give Virgil several shakes to try and rouse him but with no immediate response the Hispanic stared at the shadowed figure as he spoke of his tree. Tree?...Wait...his mind flashed back to the tree that had the children's corpses around it, the tree that held no life. He reached down and gave several more shakes to Virgil before taking a deep breath as he took a moment to assess his situation. He didn't know who...or what this person was and he was completely unarmed at the moment. He took a deep breath before his dark gaze narrowed in on the figure before opening the zipper just a crack for a moment as a cold gaze stared directly at the unknown man. Slowly Marcel undid the zipper just enough so he could step out to confront the other man with his eyes narrowed in on him. He didn't recognize him from anywhere and clearly didn't know who he was "Who the ******** are you and why are you here?!" he barked out as Marcel was fully prepared to strike at a moments notice. His form was tense, ready to attack or defend at a moments notice as he slowly edged himself around to get a better look at his face. Something in the back of his mind was screaming danger, to get jump into the tent to wake Virgil so they could both face him down but Marcel was dedicated now. He felt like if he turned his back to this man, he would die and the Veteran would not let that happen. He'd survived too much and finally just now found happiness. (Translation: ) |
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Posted: Wed May 15, 2019 5:18 pm
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Virgil curled up into a fetal position the moment the source of warmth beside him moved away. After years of roughing it outdoors, the unseasonable drop in temperature didn’t register on his radar yet. Falling asleep in a place he felt safe often lead to him sleeping deeply and right next to the one he loved was where he felt the safest. Being shaken did little to stir him, only bringing an unconscious grumble from him and making him shift away from the disturbance. He didn’t even realize the source was Marcel trying to do exactly as he had told him. When the shaking renewed, the werewolf woke up just barely enough to swat at the annoyance. Whoever it was needed to ******** stop. It was rare his slumber was this peaceful and he wasn't going to let it be ruined by some asshat. "Lemme'lone," he slurred out as he was sinking back down into blissful oblivion.
Matthew resisted the urge to pace while he continued to wait for the rat to come out of its hole. As much as he had wanted to wait for a night when Marcel would be alone, he had grown tired of watching this charade and his patience was at an end. If not tonight then he didn’t know when the next time he would be able to fully cross over and manifest in the world of the living. It took too much energy for him to do it on his own. This area was near perfect for doing such a thing without draining too much of his power though. Places where so much death had occurred weakened the veil and sacrificial altars always carried certain magic of their own. A too wide and malicious grin slowly spread across his face once the tent's door was open although it vanished as his intended target came out. 'What does he see in you?’ This wasn’t the first time he had the judgmental thought though it was the nicest one he had about the human. Death hadn’t changed his hatred of the mortal race, he believed them to be nothing but an evolutionary flaw. Bipedal cattle who needed to be controlled and ruled over. The demanding question was cute at best as well as the angry courage the veteran was displaying. "That is no way to speak to someone who is here to help you,” he chastised him as if he was speaking to an unruly child."And, please, keep your voice down. We mustn't wake him," he warned in a soft voice, his former attitude being replaced with one that was downright friendly. In an unsettling way. Whether Marcel remembered or not, he had gotten a glimpse of the dead man before. The demon had taken his form the night it attacked, but it wasn’t a disguise this time. This was the real deal. Much to his chagrin, Matthew could do nothing for his appearance. He was still dressed in the dark blue uniform worn by the army back in the day though, admittingly, the color did help hide the blood from the bullet wound on his right side. He watched him with an air of disinterest through a curtain of wavy chestnut hair that hung down into his face, tilting his head as Marcel drew closer. By all logic, his head could be hanging off to the side as a deep and wide cut severed a good portion of his neck but logic and ghosts rarely went hand in hand.
"Who I am doesn't matter. I'm simply someone who means you no harm so relax." His gentle and caring smile didn't reflect in those watery blue eyes of his like an animatronic trying to mimic a real human. It had been so long since he had taken a life and Matthew wanted to savor it. To sow as much discord and doubt as he could before swooped in for the kill because the anticipation was ever so arousing. It would be such a shame to waste this. "I'm sure he's told you of what happened to his sister...and he blames our kind for it. We might not be the ones who took her from him, but it doesn't matter to him. He thinks the only thing a soldier deserves is death and a shallow grave," he continued to speak just loud enough for the Hispanic to make out his voice. "You need to leave because you will not make it out of this forest alive if you don't. He will kill you as he did me." The spirit turned and slowly started to head away from the area of hopes of drawing Marcel into the forest. "And that is why I'm here, to try to save you." Pausing in his stride, Matthew glanced back toward him. Pretending to care about Marcel's untrue fate was tiring though he was certain it would pay off in the end. "Please, follow me. I'll take you to a path that'll bring you to the main office of the park. You can call for help from there. He's been a wanted man for years now, the authorities will keep you safe." If twisting the truth was a talent, he would be a recorder breaker for it. The only true thing was he had said was that Marcel wasn't going to make it out of alive. Not if he hadn't any say in it, at least.
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Posted: Thu May 16, 2019 11:04 am
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Marcel's eyes narrowed at the other man when he spoke and the tone he was taking did nothing but piss the Hispanic off. Who the ******** was this guy thinking he could talk to him like that? And help him? Of really. Marcel kept his eyes narrowed in as he studied the other's appearance closely and took note of his clothes. They were old looking, like they once belonged to a soldier from the eighteen hundreds or something like that. Specifically an American style. He'd then meet the other man's eyes and just how cold and distant they were unnerved him. Marcel mentally compared the man in front of him to Virgil, the other man's green eyes were expressive, so full of life, and let him know at a glance what was going on in his head. But then this man's blue eyes were cold and expressionless, giving the Hispanic Veteran no clue what was going on in his head. His facial expressions did not match his gaze and the eyes were the windows to the soul, at least that's what his Mother had always told him as a child. Then Marcel could only get more suspicious when he refused to give his name, writing it off as unimportant which only went on to further discredit him. However Marcel was taken aback by the claims that this man was making and suddenly the more he spoke the more a voice of doubt began to reach his ears. Did Virgil have it in him to kill the Hispanic over this? A familiar cold washed over him as his posture grew slack as he gazed down at the ground. No. It couldn't be true, if Virgil had ever intended to kill him he would have done so much sooner...but then ...they were out in the middle of nowhere...why was he thinking this!? Questioning Virgil's loyalty!? Marcel then blinked as he stared at the other man in shock....killed...him? Virgil killed this man? So...he was a spirit...a ghost. A shiver went down his spine as the other man began walking into the woods and for some reason Marcel's feet began to move on their own after him as a seed of doubt was planted. It had almost appeared out of nowhere and Marcel could swear he felt a pair of arms wrap around him as the Demon's rancid face hovered over the Hispanic. He was pleased that his chance at a meal was back thanks to this ever so friendly ghost and now all he needed was to keep Marcel in this dream like state until they were deep enough into the forest. Matthew will have his kill and Marcel's body and soul will be his for devouring. However they had only made it several feet from the camp when suddenly a loud and powerful voice rung through the tree's like on a megaphone Don't follow him Marcel! the familiar voice shouted snapping the Hispanic out of the dream like state he was in as the demon was physically repelled as if Marcel was on fire at that moment. A figure would leap from the tree's and tackle the demon down through the ground, leaving only an indent where they landed. Soon Marcel was left there blinking in confusion before a loud crack was heard, as if a neck was snapped and the smell of putrid flesh hung in the air before dissipating completely. Soon the voice returned and this time closer "You're alive and he's dead! Demand his name and you'll understand! You've seen him before!" Marcel would look around as he felt his eyes grow a bit moist "Jordan?" "Demand his name Hermano! He has to answer you!" suddenly Marcel's eyes narrowed in on the old soldier in front of him as suddenly his mind was completely clear and he felt a comforting warmth surrounding him "What's you're name?" suddenly Marcel barred his teeth at the other man as anger at the fact he almost made him believe Virgil would harm him "Tell me your name now!" the Hispanic raised his voice. Jordan was right, Marcel had seen him before. Not long, but just long enough as a vague image formed in his mind. Suddenly Marcel had a name in mind but he wanted to hear it from the man himself. (Translation: Hermano: Brother ) |
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Posted: Thu May 16, 2019 8:10 pm
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Matthew believed the mortal's trust in Virgil already a shaky thing, proven to him when he freaked out earlier in the day when the wolf had run away from him so he thought it would be easy to get him to fall for his lies. At first, it seemed to be working as his posture became less defensive and guarded and more downtrodden. There was finally a spark of life in those empty eyes of his, one of sadistic joy. "Yes, that's it," he gently encouraged once Marcel began to follow him as a good little sheep should. This was as easy as snatching a newborn infant from its mother! Another look back at his prey and the big bad wolf realized he perhaps wasn't as influential as he gave himself credit for once he noticed the demon's ghastly face hovering over the man it had haunted for years. Matthew grinned at him. If he wanted to help him then he wasn't about to look a gifted horse in the mouth. As long as the parasitic creature didn't interfere with him killing Marcel then he wouldn't begrudge him a meal. Wolves and scavengers often worked together so why couldn't they? Oh, this was so exciting! Marcel's innards were going to look so lovely decorating the tree! His form slowly began to flicker and waver as he prepared to simply teleport himself to the other side of the creek as they got closer to it, but it instantly grew solid again as a strong voice resonated out around them as if came from the very air itself. "What?!" Mattew snapped in anger as he quickly whirled to face ex-Marine seconds after the newcomer had waylaid his new demonic ally. His eyes widened as he caught the telltale crack of breaking bone followed by the noxious scent belonging to the demon fading shortly after. Had the unknown spirit dispatched creature? That was a shame. How much suffering and terror he had brought to the Hispanic should be commended. "Coward," he hissed out while he searched the area for the source of the voice. Being unable to see its owner was irksome to him although he was convinced it didn't matter. Whoever this was shouldn't have bothered crawling out of his grave because it would be for not. The last shreds of Matthew's friendly facade vanished as his mouth twisted into a nasty sneer while Marcel demanded for him to tell him his name. "Matthew Cambric. It's a pleasure to meet you," he mockingly bowed a little to him before he took a small step forward. "I suppose leaving you on the brink of death for him to find will be just as good, perhaps you will be able to talk to him longer than his sister did. I should have never trusted a bunch of green privates to do something correctly on their own," he admitted in that whispy voice of his. Matthew had never known about what had happened to Vivian until he'd listened in on the two the other night, but it was amusing to him to now know his own men were responsible. He'd always wondered what had happened to those soldiers under his command.
Virgil had woke with the sound of a loud voice cutting through the silence. Partially, at first, dragging himself from the deepness of his sleep over the disturbance, which he soon chalked up to the beginning of a nightmare that had caused him to wake. The oppressive cold didn't allow him to sink back into lala land this time, however. Uncurling his body, he reached out for Marcel so they could go back to snuggling but there was no one beside him. "Marcy?" he called out lazily and, of course, didn't receive an answer. Maybe he had needed to use the bathroom? Sighing, he laid there as he tried to remain awake long enough to wait for him to return. The shouted warning pierced through his sleep-addled mind on repeat, his brows furrowing with confusion as he cracked open his eyes. Hadn't the voice been talking to Marcel? Strange though it hadn't been real, had it? He tried to clear the fog from his mind more although it was difficult, feeling as if he was waking up shortly after passing out from drinking far too much and was still drunk. But he eventually managed to focus enough to remember exactly where he was, easily deciding it would be better to wait for Marcel outside. Virgil's movements were sluggish and ungraceful as he crawled out of the tent and ended up sprawled out on the ground. As nice as it would be to simply go back to sleep right there, he forced himself up. Something that should come naturally and without thought to him was a struggle, but he was able to get to his feet after falling down once. Without the slight protection of the sheet, the temperature was almost unbearable though he refused to go back inside. Folding his arms over his chest, he tucked his fingers into his armpits to conserve body heat while he looked around the immediate area for his boyfriend. 'Where'd ya go, Marcel?' Just as the thought turned over in his mind, he heard the Spanish veteran's voice coming from several meters away. Why did he sound so pissed off? Better yet, who the ******** was he talking to? There shouldn't be anyone around for miles. But the sound drew Virgil toward him like a moth to a flame. Slowly but surely, he made his too heavy body move to where he could make out shapes in the distance. One figure under the moon's ghostly glow became clearer as he got closer and it set his soul at ease to finally be able to see him clearly again. "Marcel, what's go-" His voice died as he turned his attention to the second person, confusion mixed with dread and anger coloring his expression. This had to be a nightmare. It wouldn't be the first time he had dreamed of Matthew killing his lover, after all. However, it seemed he was going to get a chance to change it this time. Didn't explain why he felt like he was drugged, but it was what the most sense to him so he was going to believe it for now. Because ghosts weren't real. He went to lightly press his side into Marcel's in an attempt to subtly push him in the direction of his truck. It was the only he knew how to tell him to leave without letting the evil male catch on to the warning. Just because this was a nightmare didn't mean he wouldn't save him, wouldn't sacrifice his life for him.
"Virgil. I cannot tell you how much it warms my heart to see you again." Matthew sang out far too sweetly, which had the younger werewolf letting out a bark of humorless laughter. "Uh huh, same...gotta say I'm really diggin' this whole bein' dead look ya have. Really brings out th' color of your eyes." His tone dripped with sarcastic venom. "Still an uncouth b*****d, I see. His ex sighed out in exasperation. "Be a good boy and sit down before you fall over. This will be unpleasant, but I need more of your power." He had already drained some of it to guarantee he could remain in this world, but if the unseen interloper planned to interfere, he was going to need more. Virgil snorted in that stubborn Oh, I will absolutely ******** not way of his. "Don't make me kill ya again, Matt..." He grumbled faintly, locking his knees to keep his feet underneath him as the unnatural weakness plaguing him worsened. Coincidentally, he felt it as patches of sparse chestnut fur started to break through the fallen soldier's skin while his uniform faded away. He turned to him with an expression only briefly glimpsed on his rugged face before now. Genuine Fear. Unlike when Virgil shapeshifted there was no sound when Matthew's body began to morph into a hybrid of human and wolf. Except for a roar that sounded as if it came from the very bowels of hell as his jaws widened and lengthened into a canine snout.
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Posted: Fri May 17, 2019 8:03 am
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Posted: Fri May 17, 2019 1:29 pm
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Marcel might as well have been shouting his questions to the wind for all the good it did him. Matthew was done answering the whims of someone who was unworthy of being in the presence of creatures such as them. Unworthy of the air he was currently breathing, for that matter. Who in the ******** did this man think he was, believing he could tame the savage halfbreed? He might be dead but he was content to know his bloody legacy would continue on in Virgil. Because he had been certain that the younger wolf would never find a Purpose in life and would lose control and go Feral. He was too violent and aggressive to ever have a chance at a peaceful life. One day he would grow tired of fighting his true nature and cave. Or would have if that worthless, pathetic human hadn't come into the picture and thrown a wrench into his plans. He had saved Virgil so he would have a loyal soldier to help him build his empire where wolven kind would properly rule the world that was rightfully theirs, but his family had discovered the truth that hid behind his mask. Virgil hadn't been the first person they had sent to kill him though he was the last. Matthew remembered feeling a sense of pride in those last moments of his life, knowing his decision to save the outlaw's life by sharing his gift with was the best one he had ever made. Such a beautifully efficient killer deserved to live a long life. Marcel would die one day as was the way with humans, but Matthew was sick of waiting and was going to hasten his way to the grave for him.
When Virgil happened upon the two, he couldn't help but wonder those exact same questions along with some of his own. Why was his ex so hellbent on killing Marcel? Did he see him sort of threat, and why was he if that was what he thought? ********, this was dumb. Questioning the desires of madmen lead nowhere. Besides, what did it matter? This wasn't real. Just another nightmare, one he would wake up from eventually. Remembering how Marcel had woken himself up last night from his own hellish dream, he bit down on his tongue as hard as he dared to and winced at the sharp pain. Any harder and he would bite through the muscle so he gave up on the endeavor. Time to disrupt the nightmare was quickly running out, he refused to let it come to the same conclusion as the others before it had. Relief touched him briefly when Marcel finally seemed to realize how dire this situation was and began to run for the safety of his truck. He hated sending him away but leaving was the best option the soldier had for surviving. Virgil wasn't sure he would be able to last in a fight against the older lycan. He was strong, yes, but killing Matthew before had been a colossal challenge. Now...he wasn't sure. The prospects of actually defeating the vile memory seemed nonexistent, but if he could distract him and hold him off long enough for Marcel to escape then he could consider it a job well done. One last look was given to his retreating back before he turned back to Matthew and narrowed his eyes on him. What once was an old American soldier was now a massive werewolf straight out of one of those horror films his boyfriend loved. What strength he had left was mustered as Virgil willed his body to move and prepare for the moment all hell would break loose. It happened quickly, the creature springing forward after Marcel though he managed to move himself the moment he shot past him and jump onto his back. He dug his fingers into mangy fur as he tried to cling to him and get his other arm around his neck although it didn't go according to plan. Matthew stopped and reached back to grab him by the arm, tearing his off of his back and slamming him down onto the ground. A pawish hand stomping down onto his chest forced the rest of the air out of his lungs. "Down boy," he commanded as if talking to a hound. Convinced Virgil was down for the count, he turned away and went back to following after the Hispanic pest without any real haste. He saw no reason to rush.
The former bounty hunter laid on the ground in a daze, his unfocused gaze staring blindly up at the night sky as he tried to breathe through the burning pain in his torso. The ragged and shallow gasps were better than nothing. Gods, he was like a beached fish. One simple move and his ex-lover had nearly wiped him out. But he was too stubborn for his own good and refused to give in to the exhaustion and pain gripping him. As he rolled over onto a side, he felt a small welcoming warmth on his back as if someone had placed their hand there. The deep haze clouding his mind began to dissipate and the strange weakness was fading. "Get up, Rafe. Together, you can stop him." Virgil blinked in confusion at the faint encouragement coming in the form of Vivian's voice. In his dreams, she always called him by his current name, which shouldn't be right since she had died before he had changed it. With hearing his birth name, the final lock clicked into place and reality. This wasn't some too realistic pain. The ghost of his former creator was very much real and here and currently stalking toward his boyfriend with murderous intent. A new level of dread and desperation filled him although it was soon forgotten in the wake of adrenaline. Getting to his feet, Virgil took off at a sprint after him.
A sinister sound came from Matthew as he neared the veteran's location. "I will not, can not, abide your continued existence in his life. I have waited countless decades for him to lose control. So close," The wrathful spirit ranted as he prowled towards Marcel in that weird way only anthropic creatures easily could on the pawish hands and feet, his voice distorted and mixed with a thick growl. "He was so close to it....I will not allow you to be his Purpose. YOU WON'T SAVE HIM!" He roared out the last thing in pure rage. Deep amber eyes zeroed in on Marcel, the look in them promising all sorts of painfully ugly things. Should he skin him alive? Feed him intestines? He couldn't make up his mind! First, he would have to actually get his hands on the worm and that would be the easiest part for him. That bear-sized body coiled in preparation to jump the rest of the distance for him though shortly after the hybrid wolf sprung, he was knocked out of the air as Virgil tackled him. Angry snarls came from the beast as the pair rolled on the ground.
"Th' knife!" Virgil shouted as he desperately tried to keep a grasp on the other werewolf to keep him from getting back up while avoiding that mouth full of sharp teeth that was snapping at him, making let go and grab a new spot each time. What few guns he owned were all loaded with silver bullets, but with soldier's condition, he didn't think those would be a good idea. The knife he had taken from the basement would be a better idea. Not that he was hoping Marcel would stay and help. Despite what the voice had said, he still believed it would better if his partner got the hell out of dodge. A muffled yelp came from Virgil as their enemy threw an elbow into his face, causing him to let go and instinctively cover his nose with a hand. Matthew shook himself free with a chuckle and turned to his prey. It always did amuse him that breaking the other man's nose was the one thing that could really catch the big b*****d off guard and take the fight out of him. At least for a little bit.
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Posted: Fri May 17, 2019 4:49 pm
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Posted: Fri May 17, 2019 9:27 pm
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Virgil couldn't explain exactly why being hit on the nose or, having his nose broken, took the wind out of his sails and just about ruined the rest of his damn day. It simply did. There were worse places to be hit that were a lot more painful, but his nose might as well be his Achilles heel. All he wanted to do at that moment was curl up and nurse the injury until it stopped hurting, but he knew he didn't have that luxury. Rather than tossing him the knife and leaving, it appeared Marcel decided he would stay and face down their foe with him. Golden gaze glared daggers after the other werewolf as he stood up, his nose bloody and noticeably crooked now. He held back for now while he waited for an opening to strike. 'Ya can do this, darlin'. He silently encouraged him while he watched him attack first with the skill and grace he had come to know him for. It was strange to him in some way how they almost complimented each other in that way. He had the strength and a body made to take a beating while his partner possessed the speed and agility he lacked.
Matthew's ears flattened back against his skull and his lips curled back in as the knife was brandished to bare his teeth. The metal the old blade was made from was unmistakable, but he was too far gone to fear for his health. He shifted back away from him the moment Marcel dropped into his combative stance, getting ready to attack though he was beaten to the punch. He slightly twisted to a side to avoid being stabbed but the veteran was faster than he believed a human was capable of being. A howl of enraged pain escaped from him as the dull knife managed to at least slice open his side. He jerked away and a shimmering inky black fluid instantly began to leak from the wound. The attack didn't stop Mathew for long, however, as the ghost instantly swiped out for his target with a large and clawed hand only to have him move out of his reach. It infuriated him how the other man was moving, keeping far enough away that he couldn't even touch him with just the tips of his claws yet close enough that he wouldn't able to pounce on him without overshooting his mark. This wasn't good. He was already living on borrowed time and the cut was only helping to sap him of his energy. But he didn't give up and kept trying to at least gouge Marcel with his claws if he couldn't actually grab ahold of him.
His heart was in his throat the entire time Virgil watched them. They were practically right on top of each other most of the time and it made it hard for him to find a way to jump in and help out. The last thing he wanted to was to get in Marcel's way and ******** him up or accidentally get stabbed. The longer the two fought, he noticed how much sloppier and desperate Matthew's movements were becoming. Like his strength was fading faster than he could keep up with and he wasn't actually thinking about his own attacks. It seemed pretty clear to him that he was now just wanted to hurt Marcel anyway he could and didn't have a combat plan. Like his logic was quickly losing to his rage. The realization made the former bounty hunter grin because he could very much exploit this. "Hey, Matthew!" he called out in an attempt to get the werewolf's attention. "Ya better do somethin' quick 'cause that weak lil' human is kickin' your a**! I'm startin' t'think they're better than us wolves!" His taunting was pretty effective at gaining his ire. As if remembering he was even there, the ghost suddenly whipped around to stare him before dropping to all fours and charging in the next instance. To his credit, Virgil didn't budge as the massive form barreled toward him. He ducked as a misshapen fist flew for his face, and quickly reached out to dig his fingers into the cut the Hispanic had made. It only served to piss the spirit off even more, but that was part of his plan. Keep his old lover's attention solely focused on him in order to hopefully give his crafty companion a chance to deliver the killing blow or at least deal some more damage.
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Posted: Sat May 18, 2019 8:31 pm
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This was by far one of the scariest fight the Hispanic had ever been in. Those claws could cut him in a second if they managed to hit him so Marcel was always on the back step, being mindful of his surroundings in order to not let himself be cornered. As he dodged backwards after each missed swipe the Hispanic would go for a small counter attack, one that wouldn't put him in harms way but one that really wouldn't get any lasting damage out. However as the two men traded blows he noticed how the other man's moves were becoming more and more predictable, as if all forms of tactical thought was leaving him. Was he losing strength? Possibly. From the ghosts comment that he overheard it seemed like he was using Virgil's energy to maintain himself somehow? It seemed like the most likely answer judging from how lethargic his boyfriend was earlier and how he slept so peacefully it seemed likely that this ghost was using Virgil like some sort of battery. However now that the other werewolf was awake and aware maybe it had something to do with it possibly? It was hard to tell and he didn't have too much time to ponder it as another swipe had almost struck his bare chest. Thankfully though once again Marcel remained just out of the others reach, only feeling the swoosh of air where he was only moments ago. However as the Hispanic Marine heard Virgil speak he blinked a little bit in shock, what was he doing?! The ghost seemed already angry enough, what purpose would taunting him serve? But it was then that it all became clear as he saw Virgil begin to hold onto the other werewolf. This was his moment! Just as he was about to run over to Virgil to make the big blow a voice stopped him "He'll come back from just that, you need a permanent solution" Marcel froze from the voice and turned to the truck and blinked in shock at the sight before him. There stood Jordan with a serious look in those blue eyes of his and some of his shaggy blonde hair falling into his face as if they were teens again. He was holding the opened chest and next to him was a young lady that he didn't know holding the wolfsbane that was inside "Marcel, put it where his heart should be! Quick!" he didn't have time to get sympathetic and walked over and grabbed the wolfsbane from the smiling girl and ran back to Virgil's location and with his right hand Marcel would stab the silver blade into the werewolf's back "Hold him!!" the Hispanic cried out as the rotted handle began to splinter under the tight grip as Marcel pulled the blade downward, cutting through bone it seemed. Finally Marcel released the blade and grabbed the back of Matthews head and pulled it backwards so he could stare into those evil eyes "Go back to hell where you belong and stay there you mangy dog!" he growled out before taking the dried wolfsbane and shoved his whole left fist into the hole he made in the back and placed it inside his body before pulling it out along with the silver knife and pulled himself away, ready for another round in case it didn't work. Out of the corner of his eye Marcel was surprised to still see Jordan and the young lady still standing by the truck, they really were real and not just figments of his imagination. (Translation: ) |
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2019 1:57 am
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Virgil was quickly realizing what a mistake he had made by drawing the phantom over to himself. Or had at least thought further ahead than simply getting his attention. He wasn't fast enough to move out of the way of those pawish hands grabbing for him, following with Matthew making a move to shove him on the ground again. This time, however, he managed to grab onto him and kick out with a foot to unbalance the creature and bring him down along with him. His stomach clench with further dread at the idea of being underneath his ex again after all this time though he didn't relent with his renewed grip on the wound and kept trying to tear it wider and deeper in hopes further weakening Matthew. More of the dark substance spilled out of the wound, which had him grimacing in disgust. The smell and feel of it were like digging into a corpse that had been rotting in the summer heat a couple of days. His free hand jerked up just in time to prevent the monster's gaping maw from sinking its teeth down on his head, wrapping his fingers around his upper jaw and pushing it back away from him. "C'mon, Marcel!" he shouted while he continued to struggle with the beast, unable to look past its massive form to see what he was doing. In reality, it was probably only a few seconds but the time it took for Marcel to come back to the fight felt a lot longer to the younger werewolf. Whatever he was doing, he was sure taking his sweet time with it! He too busy to notice their otherworldly backup from the realm of the dead. A blessing in of itself, seeing the young woman would have thrown him off of his game. Virgil was quite good at telling the truth without giving the whole truth. Twins were still siblings, after all, and although they weren't exactly identical, it could be said Vivian almost looked like a petite and feminine version of her brother. Though her eyes were a lighter shade of green and her braided black hair was fell past her shoulders. Once Marcel had taken the wolfsbane, she went back to trying to block Matthew's ability to draw energy from the living to fuel his own power. If he managed to leech off of Virgil again, the two men wouldn't be the winners in this fight. "I'm tryin', damnit!" he snapped angrily out of reflex when told to hold their opponent. Couldn't the Hispanic tell he was trying to do that?! Not with much success, if the various scratches and cuts on his body were any indication, though he had given up on the first wound to hold and keep at least one hand from hurting him further while the opposite was used to fend off those sharp teeth. At one point, he'd even wrapped his legs around the thick waist in an attempt to stop the murderous spirit from pulling away from him and going back to fighting his partner. Something that only made the whole entire situation a hell of a lot more shitty for him, but sacrifices of pride needed to be made. Hell, he would have taken the damn thing getting frisky on him if it meant that Marcel was safe and could deliver the killing blow without getting injured himself.
A deafening and terrible scream of pain and anger came from Matthew the moment the knife plunged into his back and started to slice through his body, the foul fluid spraying out as Marcel cut. His attempts to tear at his current target stopped and he tried to get away from him so he could attack this newest threat, but Virgil managed to use his weight against him and keep him down. Matthew's head was pulled back disturbingly easy as the severed skin and muscle separated and allowed it to be nearly completely pulled back, those ambers full of hatred narrowing at him as he tried to twist his head to snap at the living man. Virgil released his hold as the rabid werewolf began to wildly thrash from the burning pain of the wolfsbane, rolling out of the way of his scrambling paws and getting up. He moved between the two men as Matthew rose to his own intimidating seven-foot height and faced toward them. Only one step was made before his body violently jerked and shuddered before it began to break apart to finally flicker out of existence. Virgil muttered, almost gasping for breath like a spent racehorse. Stumbling a bit, he turned around to look at his boyfriend in bewilderment. Once it had dawned on him the threat Matthew pose was very much real, he hadn't allowed himself to process what it all meant or what was really happening. Shooting first and asking questions later was his specialty, and now he had questions. Too damn many, but he would start with the most important one. "You okay?" Brows furrowed in concern as he tried to look him over though he couldn't quite see in the darkness. He certainly didn't feel all that great at the moment and he probably didn't look that much better. Dirt and grass stuck to and coated the worst of his wounds, but it was his nose that was causing him the most discomfort. Vivian let out a sigh of relief while she watched the two men, thankful they had made it out alive. Still alive but she didn't hold it against them. Mossy green eyes glanced over to the unknown ghost beside her. "We should go..." It came out as a question. She didn't know if reuniting with the living would help or harm them.
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2019 6:01 am
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Marcel nearly wretched from total disgust as the smell hit him when he cut into the beast, it was honestly just as foul as that demon. If not worse. Still though Virgil had been underneath Matthew this entire time and he probably had it much worse at this moment. Even then he persevered through it and shoved his whole arm and the feeling wasn't like anything he'd ever felt before. It was like there weren't any bones inside the body but yet there was something solid that he could feel as well, then the smell was causing Marcel horrid nausea and mild flashbacks to the mass graves that he helped fill from time to time back in his service days. When he pulled back the others head it was then that he realized that Matthew's head was nearly completely separate from from the rest of his body. That was when Marcel knew how the ghost had died and what Virgil had managed to do to the man. Once he finally released the wolfsbane inside the creature he quickly stumbled backwards away from him as Virgil quickly followed suit, getting between the two. Something he Hispanic would admit that he was secretly thankful for, having this wall of a man between him and the actual monster before him was much appreciated. Of course that didn't stop the Veteran from stepping a bit to the side to watch the creature closely and blinked a bit as he finally began to seemingly fade from existence. Marcel released a sigh of relief that he hadn't realized he was holding he muttered with Virgil as the adrenaline was finally fading from his system. In that moment he felt terribly exhausted and wanted nothing more than to relax for the rest of the night. Marcel would then give a small grin and gave a thumbs up to the other man "Thanks to you I am..." honestly he felt like if Matthew had gotten one single blow off he'd be on the ground dying right now instead of speaking to Virgil. However a concerned look crossed his face as Marcel approached his boyfriend "He got your nose good...here let me help with it..." Marcel had to do this so many times during his days in deployment that it wasn't even funny.
Meanwhile as the Hispanic went about helping fix Virgil's misaligned nose- Jordan joined his female companion in a sigh of relief now that it was over. The soldier smirked down at the fang of the demon he killed, he'd been wanting to do that for so long and thanks to that Matthew ******** he was able to do just that. He'd pocket it as a keepsake and glanced over at her as a sad look came over his face "Yeah...I...I guess..." Jordan knew it should be better for them to not contact them but still...he paused in his step to the treeline and grabbed onto her arm"But...this might be our only chance to speak to them ever again! I don't want to have anymore regrets!" with that Jordan would hope that the young woman would agree with him as he turned on his heel and ran back towards the duo silently until he was a couple feet away. Marcel had just managed to fix Virgil's broken nose and put it back into place when the clouds moved and the gentle light of the full moon shone down on the camp sight "Marcel..." the Hispanic in question froze and turned his head to stare at the younger man before him. Looking only to be about nineteen or a young twenty, there stood Jordan still in the army fatigues that he wore on the day he died. The two silently stared at each other for a moment before Marcel began to feel tears roll down his cheeks for the second time that night "Please...don't just be another demon...please actually....." a small laughed escaped the blonde "Yeah Hermano, it's me" Marcel let out a strangled sob as the two men took a step forward and all but threw themselves into a tight hug, Marcel releasing a shuddering sob. This was real. He could feel Jordan, he could smell the shitty cologne that he always insisted on using, this was actually him. He'd pull back from the hug and offered a sad but equally happy smile "Even as a ghost you had your hair grow out...typical..." another laugh escaped Jordan "You know I never looked good with a buzz cut!" they both laughed together before pulling apart a little bit as he motioned for Virgil "Querido, this is...my best friend...my Brother, Jordan" he'd introduce the two men to each other before a sad frown overtook his face as he was silent for a moment "Jordan..I'm so sorry...If...if I'd just..." "Shut up Hermano" the Hispanic blinked a the blonde as he had a serious look on his face "I don't blame you, I never once blamed you. Don't feel guilty over my dumb mistake, my death was my own fault. Not yours" for some reason his words settled a long standing pain that tormented his heart for so long "Jordan..." he mumbled before the other soldier put a hand on Marcel's shoulder and offered a comforting smile "I'm the one who should be sorry, I watched for years as that demon fed off of you. But I was powerless to do anything but sit by, watch, and hope that something would come along and help you....and it did..." he smiled a little bit. The two of them were running on fumes here so he could only hope that they could squeeze every last second out of this.
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2019 2:48 pm
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Virgil scowled. Thanks to him? Thanks to him that ******** had tried to kill Marcel in the first place. He was still trying to wrap his mind around the whole damn situation, that his ex’s ghost had came back because they’re relationship was somehow inferring with his plans for him apparently. The whole fact that ghosts were a real thing was mind boggling in itself, much less one that personally wanted to ruin their lives. His knee-jerk reaction to Marcel reaching for his face was to jerk his head away from him. He knew he was only trying to help and letting someone else realigned his nose for him would be far easier than doing it himself, but the thought still filled him with dread. He should have remembered to watch out for the old move, honestly, since it used to be Matthew’s go-to solution whenever they were having a fight or an argument and the man wanted to take him down. In the end, he relented and allowed his lover to help him, with a strained whimper escaping from him despite his best efforts to remain quiet. Vivian rolled her eyes when she caught sight of him tucking his trophy away. Men. She frowned a little at his reluctance to return to, she understood completely but it was probably for the best that the two of them left now. Though her retreating steps were stopped when he grabbed onto her arm, a sigh leaving her as she listened to his reasoning behind wanting to stay. There was really nothing stopping her from returning on her own, aside from the fact the idea of crossing back over through the gateway the horrible tree made by herself creeped her out. Turning around, she watched the three men with a small smile. Once the Hispanic was done fixing his nose, he gave a slight smile to show his thanks before licking away fresh droplets of blood. His eyes lifted when he heard the strange voice calling his soldier’s name, making him prickle with apprehension as he feared the demon had returned and trying to trick them both again. But his fears were, thankfully, unfounded. He watched the pair in curiosity though he wasn’t left wondering for too long, the wolf dipping his head to Jordan when they were introduced. ”Thanks for your help.” He meant it more than he could ever put into words, the spirit would forever have his gratitude.
While they reunited, Virgil began to head toward his truck with thoughts of going to grab some things so he could go wash off though he froze in place when he noticed an all too familiar figure standing next to it. Vivian looked exactly the same as the last day he had seen her, still wearing the simply made powder blue dress though fortunately it wasn’t torn and bloody as he remembered. ”Vivi…” His voice cracked as he tried to fight back the tears threatening to spill, the almost pained smile on her face making his own sorrow worse. Ghosts could still feel anxiety as she was quickly finding out, but she didn’t let it stop her as she rushed toward her brother. While he hesitated on hugging her due to the filth covering him, she didn’t let it stop her from throwing her arms around his torso and burying her face into his chest. Virgil caved at that and wrapped his arms around her as he hugged and held her smaller frame against his bigger one. ”Vivi, I-“ His apology was silenced by a delicate hand being placed over his mouth as she pulled back enough to look up at him. ”Don’t.” Her lighter green eyes stared at him with a stern look in them. ”Stop blaming yourself, Rafe. If not for yourself then do it for me, please.” Virgil tried to protest, his voice coming out muffled behind her hand although he fell silent again when she narrowed her eyes at him. ”You did what you had to do, we would have starved if you hadn’t left...so just stop, okay?” When he finally gave in and nodded in agreement, the young woman dropped her hand and smiled up at him. He let out a small sigh, not really knowing what to say to her since she didn’t was an apology. ”Are ya...happy where ya are?” Well, it was a start. ”Mhm...it’s peaceful.” Her own personal piece of the afterlife was paradise to her. She might not be able to do all these as she had wanted when alive, but she was content. Vivian looked toward the soldiers, specifically the living one. ”Finally settling down after all these years?” She gave a cheeky grin. Her brother had never confessed his sexuality to her, but she had found out about it the hard way unfortunately. The ghost didn’t hate him for it, either. As long as he was happy so was she. Virgil began to nod although her particular statement made him realized his twin might have looked in on somethings no innocent should ever see! His face flush scarlet as he awkwardly let go of her. ”Aye…he’s th’ one.” Her laughter was cheerful and bubbly. She knew Rafe still probably thought of her as being an innocent eighteen year old, but it wasn’t as if death had frozen her in that mental state. ”Good. You deserve to be loved by someone who actually deserves you. You both do. Now, come on...stop being rude and go introduce me!” Vivi was not going to take no for an answer! Grabbing onto his hand, she dragged her sibling back over to the two before looking up to him expectantly. Interrupting his partner and his best friend made didn’t make the big guy feel less awkward. He cleared his throat a bit. ”Erm, Marcel? This is th’ brat I’ve been tellin’ ya about, Vivian.” The young woman gasped a bit and pinched one of the bruises he had, making him squirm away from her.
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2019 6:53 pm
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Jordan would offer a grin to Virgil and nodded his head "Hey man, no problem. I'd do anything for this useless ******** here" a soft punch found it's way to Jordan's arm as the Hispanic shot a glare at the ghost before the two of them paused and began to laugh a little bit. So many years have gone by but their relationship didn't feel any different than it did the day he was shot. It was almost comforting to know that the two of them had this unshakable bond, that the other man truly was his Brother in every sense of the word. Marcel would finally take full notice of the young woman that Virgil now approached and he stared at her good for a moment. The similarities between the two of them were striking, those green eyes, the way their faces were so similar, honestly if he ever envisioned Virgil as a woman this was what he'd see and it was then that it hit Marcel who this was. The similarities and the fact that the two of them were now hugging it out made it clear to the Hispanic that this was Virgil's Sister "Ella es tan hermosa, una verdadera diez" Marcel blinked as he turned his head and saw Jordan clearly checking her out. With that Marcel promptly elbowed him in the ribs "¡Esa es la hermana de mi novio!" he spoke back in an irritated tone but still couldn't help but have an amused smile on his face, even in death Jordan hadn't changed a bit "¿Y? Creo que tengo una oportunidad, ¿no?" he countered as Marcel sighed and shook his head a little bit before grinning a little bit as he glanced over at the Brother and Sister and saw her cheeky grin, yep. They were related. That look on her face said it all "Nope, if she's anything like her Brother she's probably headstrong and way out of your league" Jordan looked horrified as he went about shushing Marcel and glaring as the other man had switched to English just to ******** with his best friend. Jordan however couldn't help but smirk a little bit "I always did like strong women..." the ghost whispered to Marcel as he sighed a little bit. There was STILL no dissuading Jordan even after all these years it seemed. Finally Marcel chuckled a little bit at Virgil's introduction to Vivian and how she went about punishing him for his comment. The Hispanic man would smile warmly at Vivian and stepped forward and stared down at her for a moment and nodded his head "I'm glad that I actually get to meet you, despite calling you a brat Virgil...eh...Rafe has done nothing but gush over you" he teased the older man for the sweet words Virgil had used Vivian when they did talk about her. However before he could say anything else a hand suddenly shoved against his face and pushed him aside as the blonde took Marcel's spot in front of Vivian "Hello there Vivian, now that things aren't so serious I can finally introduce myself! I'm Jordan, I hope we could get better acquainted? Maybe over some...afterlife coffee?" he said with an amused smile before taking her hand and placing a kiss on the top of it, putting on the Spanish charm. However the hand was still pressing into Marcel's face and he growled a little bit as he reached over and grabbed the other man by the cheek and pulled hard "Try this again and I'll rip those pretty blonde locks out!" "Is this how you treat me after all this time!?" the two men instantly were glaring at each other for a moment before Marcel paused for a moment before he began to break down laughing. Soon enough Jordan joined in on it as the Hispanic shook his head "I felt...heh...like a teenager all over again!" he managed to get out in between the fits of laughter as Jordan nodded his head "Been too long!" finally Marcel turned to the siblings as no doubt this was a side of him that his boyfriend had probably never seen before. (Translation: Ella es tan hermosa, una verdadera diez = She's so beautiful, a real ten ¡Esa es la hermana de mi novio! = That's my Boyfriends Sister! ¿Y? Creo que tengo una oportunidad, ¿no? = And? I think I have a chance, don't you? ) |
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