stupid title. and this looked immensely longer on the paper then it actually ended up being.. how pathetic. I feel it should be concluded but it's only a small bit of insight that I made up based off a roleplay. Maybe someday I add more to it.
Characters turned human because we're epic like that.
Thrax/Nick
OJ (c) WB
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Pale red eyes and albino skin slid across the darker body below. Those strong dark arms wrapped tightly around him keeping him close. He always felt safe in those arms, though he would never admit it, seeing such thoughts as weak. But that never stopped him from the thinking them and often wondering, why him? Why did he deserve to feel this way? Loved and cared for despite all he had done and continued to do. He was a criminal. A murderer. He had caused more trouble for those strong arms than any other human could have possibly dealt with and he knew he would continue to do so. It was his nature. And as he realized he was awake before his partner this morning, he knew he would have to get up and do it again. Feed his nature. Trash his room, kill one of the neighbors, harass the maids who still didn't know he was sharing this mansion they called home.
That was just how he showed his love. Like a pet bringing in a dead bird, or digging a hole in the yard. 'Look at me! I did this for you!' And you couldn't help but pet it and clean it up yourself. Pets only do it because they care. Because they love you. They just can't say it any other way.
He wasn't a pet. He was human. He could have spoken those words, let the typical mushy feelings of that particular emotion over run him. But he wouldn't. Showing such weakness would be the death of him. So he did what he had to do. "This is for you, baby." He would say sweetly before leaving those strong arms to make his mess for the day.