forum "dude... are you okay?" (o/o roleplay, open!)

Started July 30, 2019 by Deleted user

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"I'm good darling, but thanks for the offer," he wiped the remaining blood on his chin with the back off his hand, licking it as he kept his eyes on the two holes in his neck. He watched them gradually fade away.

"that's a weird feeling." he looked down, feeling the puncture wounds heal over. "any idea what makes that work? or is it, as zen so eloquently put it, vampire voodoo?"

"My saliva has healing properties," Vicente untied his hair and tied it back up tighter than he had done before. "It prevents prey from dying due to excessive blood loss."

"interesting. well, i'd like to have time to do things today. who's getting on their knees here?" he pushed off the wall, cocking his hip and putting his hands in his hoodie pockets.

A grin tugged at his lips. "Funny. I think we both know the answer to that question, sweetheart."

"you know, i would, but you seem like the kind of guy that needs to be told no for once in your life. the other end isn't so bad." he grinned, tilting his head.

"opinions?"

Vicente inched closer, pressing his hand on the wall while the other caressed the cheek of the boy in front of him. "As if you'd deny me."

he gave vicente a coy look, just barely leaning into the touch.

"i would, sir."

He flashed a toothy smile, lowering his head. Vicente's lips hovered over his ear. "I doubt it," his hands snaked down his waist.

isaac took his hands out of the pocket, throwing them over vicente's shoulders.

"one would be surprised. especially when i'm dealing with this kind of bitch."

His gaze lingered down his lips and he leaned in–

But stopped abruptly upon remembering what went down last night. Vicente pulled away from him, thinking it was best if he didn't go through with their meaningless hookup.

isaac cocked his head, squinting at vicente for the sudden stop. he was rather looking forward to this, considering it'd be a wild story to tell.

"anything wrong, colgate?"

He shook his head. "No, nothing's wrong," He cleared his throat and shoved his hands in his pocket as he tried to look for an excuse to tell him. "I just… i'm just not feeling it today."

isaac raised his eyebrows, but shrugged.

"okay. i'll be going back to the library, then, and i don't trust you in my dorm alone. see you around."

he opened the door for vicente, giving him a pointed 'get out' look.

I really hope I don't regret this. He walked out of his dorm and headed outside. Vicente winced at the blinding sunlight and muttered a curse for not bringing any sunglasses.

It was one of the many things he hated about being a vampire– his sensitivity to the sun. He undid his hair and let it fall around his face, hoping it would give at least some coverage.

isaac straightened his shoulders, walking back to the library.

that was fucking strange.

Vicente couldn't help but smirk as he passed by the group of band students, whom he slept with less than a week ago. He narrowed his eyes at a small bench that was shaded by a tree and figured it wouldn't hurt to sit there for a bit before heading in to his own dorm.

isaac entered the library, power-walking over to zen and dramatically falling over his shoulders.

zen shifted to look at him.

"that was fast. how fast did he dick you down?"

"didn't. said he wasn't in the mood, which was odd, as he seemed awfully into it until we actually got down to business."

"…weird. didn't expect a whore like him to turn down a young and pretty model like yourself."

"true."

Boredom instantly hit him the first few minutes he sat there, but he was also too lazy get up and go to his dorm.

That was until his eyes were fixed upon violet ones and he straightened up from his idle position. Nimue, his ex girlfriend, had noticed him, but made no move to walk toward him either– which he understood.

Despite the excessive amounts of sweat rolling down her dark skin, he knew she was always willing to go around the school to try and gain feedback on what needed to be changed around here– as the student body president should– no matter the weather.

It was when she began to approach him, did Vicente run.

isaac had taken a seat next to zen, leaning on his hands.

"i can't see my own neck, did it leave a mark? i wonder if i'll have a scar."

zen looked up from his book, giving isaac's neck a once over.

"you've definitely got marks. whatever voodoo colgate's got did a number on the gaping hole it would have left, though."

"huh."

Shit, shit, shit. He pushed a few people aside, not really bothering to apologize. He glanced over his shoulder only to find that she was in fact running after him. Shit.

He could easily outrun her, put his supernatural speed to good use. But there were just too many people around. Vicente ran into a building, sprinted passed the library, and hid in a random storage closet.

"what the fuck?"

the heavy running sounds just outside the library caught both of the boys' attention. zen snapped around to stare at the door, and isaac looked over his shoulder.

"wonder who's running from what."

"Open the door," Vicente held onto the the door handle in case she tried to get in. "You're not allowed to be in here." Nimue banged on the door hard enough for him to flinch.

"banging. wonder what the fuck's going on. i'm gonna go check."

"good for you, superman. i'll stay here."

zen got up, power-walking out of the library and following the noise to find nimue banging on a closet door.

"uhh… student council president?"

Nimue whirled around, leaning her foot against the door as if to force it open. "What?" She snapped, banging her foot against the door. "Open the door."

Vicente leaned and pressed all his weight against it, muttering a few curses.