Hate me because you want to see my blood spill

{Multi-Chara rp blog Multi-Verse, Multi-Fandom.}


{Mun and Muses are of age}

{NSFW, Triggers, Blood, Gore, Smut, All Here, All Untagged}

{Featured Muse: Aerow}
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"You say that now… Just wait." The headache, thankfully, had began to subside, though the pain remained. But pain was something he could deal with, he did enough. He was completely fine outside. He sat with a small sigh, pulling his legs up to sit cross- legged in the chair, stirring the spoon…

Again, he shook his head, looking up to the elder male. “No, I’m fine. Check on Rowan though, please?” His main concerns, were not letting Blaze find out who. He was staying with, and making sure Rowan was okay. His own health came second to his twin. And then, he shrugged. “No, it’s fine.” He lied a bit too easily. “Just, not in an eating mood after the fight.”


Even that light, gentle touch made Crayton flinch briefly away from the other, his entire body tending up, before relaxing again. Cray had never been religious, nor had he ever read a sentence from the Bible, though he wouldn’t dare baash the others beliefs. He wasn’t that jackass. “But I don’t…

"You say that now… Just wait." The headache, thankfully, had began to subside, though the pain remained. But pain was something he could deal with, he did enough. He was completely fine outside. He sat with a small sigh, pulling his legs up to sit cross- legged in the chair, stirring the spoon in the soup. "No, I’m okay." He murmured, shaking his head. "I’m fine." He normally didn’t eat much, not like Blaze ever fed him. so, when he decided to eat, it was always small portions. And even this amount, was way too much.


Family. What was that? Nothing Crayton was familiar with. Family to him, was known as keeping the police at bay, or being everyone else’s stress reliever. But this… “I don’t want you getting hurt because of me, though. You have Rowan to take care of.” He let his face tip up, his hair falling to…

Even that light, gentle touch made Crayton flinch briefly away from the other, his entire body tending up, before relaxing again. Cray had never been religious, nor had he ever read a sentence from the Bible, though he wouldn’t dare baash the others beliefs. He wasn’t that jackass. “But I don’t wanna be a burden.” He almost whispered, slowly trailing the other, his eyes turning again to the ground.


thetrouble-makers:

Christoph had gotten dolled up and ready, he was going to spend the night his uncle Blaze’s, so, he had to look his best. Especially, because tonight was going to be special, for some reason. Usually, they just touched and kissed, but didn’t really do anything further.

He smiled as the doorbell…

Blaze drove rather quickly to his nephews house, wanting the other back with him already. He was one of the only few propel who actually kept him company, and enjoyed it. Normally, their relationship never went further than light touches and kissing, though tonight, Blaze wanted to see how far, and how comfortable, he could make the other.

Walking up, he chuckled at the answer, nodding. “Alright, lets go.” He said, leading the other down. ‘And you’ll see, once we get home. I promise.”


askmethething:

  • “I think we should consider filing for divorce.”
  • “We could get an annulment.”
  • “I’m never drinking again.”
  • “So… Which one us is going to be wearing the dress?”
  • “How do you feel about a spring wedding?”
  • “You can’t propose with an onion ring, idiot.”
  • “Will you marry…

It was the comfort he never had. His older brother hadn’t ever shhowed him affection, not unless there were police at the door or newscasters following them. So this hug made Crayton whimper quietly, his arms winding around the other as his eyes closed. “He’ll find me, eventually.” He whispered…

Family. What was that? Nothing Crayton was familiar with. Family to him, was known as keeping the police at bay, or being everyone else’s stress reliever. But this… “I don’t want you getting hurt because of me, though. You have Rowan to take care of.” He let his face tip up, his hair falling to the sides of his face now, letting the bruises and cuts become visible. “I’m fine.”


Crayton let the conversation end there, slipping his phone and cigarettes into his back pocket. “Blaze, please don’t come after me.” He prayed silently, before walking into Rowans house again. only this time, his head was down, his arms wound around his small frame as he lingered in the doorway,…

It was the comfort he never had. His older brother hadn’t ever shhowed him affection, not unless there were police at the door or newscasters following them. So this hug made Crayton whimper quietly, his arms winding around the other as his eyes closed. “He’ll find me, eventually.” He whispered back. “Youre not safe, keeping me here.”


davieandrowan:

Crayton hesitated on replying, his fingers tapping his phone. Staying there? That wasn’t an option… Not even the slightest bit of an option. Though, he didn’t feel like fighting anymore.

[Text] lets discuss that when my head isn’t pounding.

[Text] I’m almost there.

He could see the house. Blurry, but he knew it was the house.

Text: theres nothing to discuss. we will figure this out.
Text: ok

Crayton let the conversation end there, slipping his phone and cigarettes into his back pocket. “Blaze, please don’t come after me.” He prayed silently, before walking into Rowans house again. only this time, his head was down, his arms wound around his small frame as he lingered in the doorway, almost afraid to venture any farther.


Crayton wanted to lie, as usual. But, how could he lie in this case? He couldn’t. He actually didn’t know if he was bleeding anymore, having to feel wherever it hurt. Blood from his nose, and where his head hit the window. Nothing too serious. His vision blurred slightly as his head pounded…

Crayton hesitated on replying, his fingers tapping his phone. Staying there? That wasn’t an option… Not even the slightest bit of an option. Though, he didn’t feel like fighting anymore.

[Text] lets discuss that when my head isn’t pounding.

[Text] I’m almost there.

He could see the house. Blurry, but he knew it was the house.


Crayton sighed. Could he really say no now? Not really…

[Text] on my way…

[Text] just a small mishap with my older brother and I.

[Text] nbd.

This, truthfully. was just a small skirmish. He and Blaze usually fought worse, things usually became bloody. He was lucky to get off with bruises and…

Crayton wanted to lie, as usual. But, how could he lie in this case? He couldn’t. He actually didn’t know if he was bleeding anymore, having to feel wherever it hurt. Blood from his nose, and where his head hit the window. Nothing too serious. His vision blurred slightly as his head pounded more, though he continued walking, texting back.

[Text] bleeding a bit, nothing serious

[Text] you’ll see when I get there.


Okay? Crayton actually laughed as he ready the text, though that quickly turned I to a whimper of pain, holding his head. Breathe, relax. He took a few minutes, slowly breathing, claming his breathe, before he replied.

[Text] the truth, Ni, I’m not okay.

[Text] don’t be sorry, I’m the ass.

Crayton sighed. Could he really say no now? Not really…

[Text] on my way…

[Text] just a small mishap with my older brother and I.

[Text] nbd.

This, truthfully. was just a small skirmish. He and Blaze usually fought worse, things usually became bloody. He was lucky to get off with bruises and swelling. Picking up his cigarettes, he began the walk back to Rowans, his hair in his face, hiding the bruises.


Crayton could barely keep his left eye open, his cheek bruised, another mark around his throat, and his right side of his forehead swollen. his head pounded, but his heart hurt more. He wanted to go back, to hold Rowan and apologize. But he couldn’t, he didn’t want Rowan to fall victim to Blaze,…

Okay? Crayton actually laughed as he ready the text, though that quickly turned I to a whimper of pain, holding his head. Breathe, relax. He took a few minutes, slowly breathing, claming his breathe, before he replied.

[Text] the truth, Ni, I’m not okay.

[Text] don’t be sorry, I’m the ass.

[Text] I don’t think that’d be wise. I don’t want Rowan seeing what heppsn…


Reading those made tears fall from Craytons eyes, leaning his head back against the seat. Blaze seen, and immediately stopped the car, before slamming the youngers head against the window. He screamed about weakness, about Crayton always being the weaker link. And after another round of…

Crayton could barely keep his left eye open, his cheek bruised, another mark around his throat, and his right side of his forehead swollen. his head pounded, but his heart hurt more. He wanted to go back, to hold Rowan and apologize. But he couldn’t, he didn’t want Rowan to fall victim to Blaze, or their father.

Reading the texts, he felt more years slip down his cheeks, shaking his head. No, he didn’t mean for Rowan to get hurt, he didn’t want to leave for good.

[Text] I loe him to

[Text] I didn’t men’s to do this to him, I swear

[Text] alot happened, I just wanna know he’s safe and okay

[Text] I’m sorry, I really am

[Text] keep me updated on how he is?

At this point, thank God for autocirrect. Otherwise, he’d be screwed. As his head pounded, he doubled over, resting his forehead on his knees as he waited for his phone to vibrate again- if it did. He knew Blaze wouldn’t be back until morning to find him, he’d have a bit of peace.


Crayton only walked to the end of the road before he heard the tires squealing, and the car pull to a stop. He knew Blaze was pissed, but he still got into the car. A round of screaming and a backhand later, Crayton was texting Rowan, keeping silent.

[Text] I’m sorry, emergency. Blaze was put…

Reading those made tears fall from Craytons eyes, leaning his head back against the seat. Blaze seen, and immediately stopped the car, before slamming the youngers head against the window. He screamed about weakness, about Crayton always being the weaker link. And after another round of screaming, and more hits to Crayton, he finally got out of the car, and ran. At first, Blaze followed, though the elder stopped once Crayton. cleared the treeljne. Still, the younger didn’t stop, not until he came to the creek, only then did he text back.

[Text] I didn’t mean to, okay?

[Text] there’s things he doesn’t understand. You think I meant to do this?

[Text] just, keep him safe, okay?

[Text] don’t let him get hurt.


Crayton sighed, watching him go. But he didn’t follow, he instead grabbed his things, and walked outside, texting Blaze to come pick him up. “Sorry Ro.” He sighed as he began walking down the street, shaking his head. No, he didn’t want Rowan involved with this shit. He wanted the other safe, he…

Crayton only walked to the end of the road before he heard the tires squealing, and the car pull to a stop. He knew Blaze was pissed, but he still got into the car. A round of screaming and a backhand later, Crayton was texting Rowan, keeping silent.

[Text] I’m sorry, emergency. Blaze was put in the hospital, I’ll call you later.

An utter lie. But, what could he tell the other? ‘Hey, sorry I made you upset, so I left hoping you could deal with it’? No, that wouldn’t get him anywhee.


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