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Rhys ([personal profile] rhygret) wrote in [community profile] overjoyed_logs2017-01-11 02:05 pm

Pre-Game catchall stuff

Who: Rhys & whoever would like to know him pre-game!
Where: Qresh, Leith, or Westerly which is like everywhere
When: The last 4 years
Summary: Any and all CR from pre-game!
Restrictions/Warnings: Rhys is rich and he doesn't understand why he has to be unhappy like, ever????

[ ooc; hmu at [plurk.com profile] owlits, pm or just leave a blank top level and I will make you a prompt! ]
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idk fifty-seven sounds good

[personal profile] eusford 2017-01-17 05:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Well when you're trapped in your room all day your options are limited.

[ Shrugging his shoulders he tips his head at the edge of the bed and then glances over at a nearby chair, giving Rhys two options of where to sit. ]

I don't think it's anything that bad, everyone that comes in haven't gotten ill. [ A pause. ] But it sure does feel like I'm dying.
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[personal profile] eusford 2017-01-19 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
Isn't it? [ It's a good thing, Rhys! You're not dying!

But Crowley is. Kinda. His stomach is empty and he feels cold, numb, and overall it feels as if this body no longer belonged to him. It was as if everything had shifted into something else, something different, to the point that he felt like every movement, every breath, was new to him.

As Rhys comes closer he can feel the heat radiating off of him as he does everyone else. It's a new addition to this "illness", still requiring adjustment, and he has to swallow a wad of spit after realizing just how dry his throat felt.

In that split-second pause between their exchange Crowley swears he can hear the other's heartbeat. ]


They found out everything I already knew. [ There's a short pause, as if questioning what all he should tell Rhys. ] I can't ingest anything. Whenever I try to it comes back up, even water. I have to stay out of the sun or else I'll-- [ Burn. Terribly. In that second he looks to his hand, completely fine despite having caught fire the other day, before continuing. ] --get weak. The list goes on.

So I don't think they'll be able to help me, sure enough in a few days I'll die of starvation so...

[ He doesn't know how to end that sentence, lips pressed together as he looks to the man seated beside him and shrugs his shoulders. ]
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[personal profile] eusford 2017-01-20 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ Rhys' reaction earns a crooked smile and silence in the beginning of his reply, sighing as he brings his index and middle finger up to the side of his neck. ]

There's no point in doing that if there's no pulse.

[ And what he feels against his finger tips, other than his own cold skin, is... nothing. No beat, no twitch against his fingers to prove that there's life underneath--there's absolutely nothing there even as he breathes. And with that reality, even if he's known this now for three days, he finally presses his lips together into a frown. ]

I don't even have body heat.
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[personal profile] eusford 2017-01-20 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He should have seen that coming. ]

Have I ever lied to be funny?

[ He reaches out and places the back of his hand against the other man's cheek. The warmth of a normal, living body has him choking back a sound that's close to a sigh. Seconds later he's flipping his hand and showing his wrist. ]

Check.
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[personal profile] eusford 2017-01-24 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's that moment the other man's eyes widen that Crowley releases a sigh. ]

See what I told you? [ He's never been a liar, Rhys! Crowley is an honest man who can't help but tell the truth, even in a situation where he's not certain of what all is happening--to the people around him or him. ] I don't get what's happening at all. But I do remember that the second I drank some blood from one of those Scarbacks everything hurt like hell and I ended up like this.

[ A quick pause. ]

And before you ask the blood was forced onto me, I didn't want to drink any of it.
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[personal profile] eusford 2017-01-24 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ Thanks man. ]

What's worse is that I can hardly remember the face of the one who did it. [ He hums lightly. ] It really pisses me off... ha, you'll cover for me if I go out and kill him, right?

[ He blinks once and whatever playful teasing he's held for this long is immediately dropped, crimson eyes darkening as he his features become more evidently irritated. ]

Right?
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[personal profile] eusford 2017-01-25 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ Crowley's features soften, giving the man's remark a bland look. Feeling neither surprised nor offended, nor anything much at all really--with the exception of that irritating hunger that burns his throat.

But that's an exception because what he feels isn't human. Food for hunger was most certainly a human necessity, but Crowley was beginning to realize what he needed wasn't exactly what most would consider 'normal'. In fact he didn't want to believe it to be normal, he wanted to reject it, but instinct and desire tell him that if he wanted to survive this is what he needed. ]


Yeah? [ He reaches out, hand moving to caress the other's cheek. ] That's your fault.

[ You're so irresponsible, Rhys; another second and fingers dip into the nape of his neck. ]

Come closer.

[ There's no question if his words come out as a request or demand. ]
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[personal profile] eusford 2017-01-29 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's strange to look at Rhys in a new light, but the two of them are not at fault for what was happening now. It's supposed to mean nothing--it is nothing and he supposes that he doesn't mind it either. (He'll soon learn to adapt and make this into nothing but normal anyway.) Their relationship will remain strictly unemotional, that much Crowley is sure of as an infallible fact, and his mind is so focused on this aching craving that he doesn't realize at all that his words could possibly mean anything else.

Intimacy wasn't something Crowley was unfamiliar with, losing space and feeling the heat radiate off of another body was, admittedly, something he's experienced many times before. With Rhys it may be a little different but not enough for him to shy away or hesitate, so when the other man creeps closer he's satisfied. Slightly.

Still not close enough.

Bringing a hand up to grab the taller of the two by the side, Crowley pulls him into bed with him. It's done easily with this new strength of his and despite the feeling being new to him it also felt so natural, as if he had the power to tug and pull at what he pleased all his life. Or maybe Rhys is scrawnier than he initially thought. It doesn't really matter.

Hey, Rhys, have you ever been hugged by a vampire? Because that's exactly what Crowley was doing now, arms wrapping around his shoulders as he sinks his back into the mattress of the bed and doesn't even hear it sigh underneath their shared weight. It's not possessive, but he's certainly trapped there despite it being an actual hug. But most importantly the action translates to "I'm glad that you're here".

And he's so, so glad that Rhys was here in this moment, his throat clenching as Crowley buries his face into the crook of the male's neck. And it's there that he realizes he's found his answer to every bit of pain he's been suffering the past three days.

He chuckles lightly against skin, breath warm, just before opening his mouth. ]
If you scream I'll kill you. [ The vampire leans in to then close his mouth against the man's jugular, fangs sinking into soft and tender flesh before blood begins to fill his mouth. ]
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[personal profile] eusford 2017-01-31 06:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ jesus fucking christ rhys

Apparently Crowley has been feeling like this for the past ten minutes, or however Rhys has been in the same room with him. Predatory, carnivorous, and the adrenaline and whatever else Rhys is experiencing helps course his blood directly into Crowley's mouth.

Hungry, desperate, unknowing but aware at the same time, he moves as if he was an entirely new person. New in a sense that he doesn't know what was going on with his own body, how he could hear and feel things he couldn't before this disease took over, or why this craving completely controls every action he makes. This embrace, this physical contact, it will soon register as his means of survival once Crowley takes the time to put all the pieces together.

He drinks and his grip tightens, practically keeping the other man locked in a cage. His mouth fills with the familiar coppery taste of blood but once it touches his tongue he can finally taste something. It's bitter. Rhys' blood is bitter, and admittedly Crowley never liked bitter foods to begin with so swallowing was a task in itself. But after nearly starving to death he's willing to drink to his fill. Needy. Crowley has never felt so damn needy before in his life.

His body feels warm, warmer than it has in the past three days, and possibly warmer than it has his entire life. If asked he's feeling a lot of things he can't describe through words; content, strange... full.

Yes. He's full now.

He opens his mouth, sloppily pulling out and possibly causing more pain than anything given their position. Small droplets of blood pour from the open wound and Crowley extends his tongue, lapping up what he can against a pulsating neck before finally bringing his head back against the pillows. He finally releases the taller individual, one hand moving briefly to his chest to check if there's still a heartbeat. Once he's convinced that Rhys is well and alive his hands are completely off of him.

Blood peppers around his lips which then curl into a wolfish grin as a chilling fit of laughter rumbles in his chest. ]


I get it. [ He feigns his anger, disguising it perfectly behind the tone of his voice. ] Ah, hell, I guess I'm a bloodsucker now.

[ Whatever the hell that's supposed to mean... but Crowley understands that by drinking blood he's well and alive.

Calmly, as if none of this had happened, he looks down Rhys. ]


My family is going to be in some deep shit, don't you think?
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[personal profile] eusford 2017-02-03 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ Crowley is never going to sleep with Rhys not being mean just #facts. ]

Yeah. [ Said flatly, in a tone that makes it sound like he's bored. Questions were answered and now Crowley wants nothing more than to wallow in his own self-pity. Even with energy coursing through him now and the fact that he was full, no longer on the verge of death, this sort of physical contact wasn't necessary once everything was done with. ] But it's over, so move off of me.

[ But wait... there's more.

Desperately he wants to ignore the obvious, Rhys is limp but hard at the same time and just a second of contact is more than enough for Crowley's lifetime. ]


You're seriously gross.
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[personal profile] eusford 2017-02-04 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah? [ Not a question, he's fully aware of what he did and how he went about it. Perhaps this scenario could have gone a different direction where Crowley could have bit Rhys' neck, but they unfortunately don't live in that reality. What's done is done. ] I went on a whim, really, something was telling me that biting would help me so... it's only logical that I get you closer so I can.

[ It's just?? common sense. ]

I didn't do anything. You're just a freak.
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[personal profile] eusford 2017-02-06 07:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Nothing is Crowley's fault and it's all Rhys' for being a loser. This isn't even an opinion just facts. ]

You're the one that liked it a little too much, right? Then it's definitely your fault. Don't go pushing the blame on me just because you're easily aroused.

[ That being said. ]

I can feel it, so do you mind getting off?
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[personal profile] eusford 2017-02-07 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He shrugs his shoulders casually, as if all those wonderful questions Rhys had every reason to be anxious about were on the bottom of his list of worries. ]

I don't know. I guess then we'd both be bloodsuckers. [ Drinking human blood. Starving if they refused and their bodies rejecting everything else.

He wonders what else about his body had changed. ]


But when it happened to me it was instant, probably just a few seconds later and my entire body was on fire. You should be fine unless you're experiencing that.

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