abyssdressing | (no subject)

Entry tags:

characters: percussively

(no subject)

[ Asch was bamboozled for this place was not his desired destination. But confusion did not beget concern just yet. He was new to the city, so perhaps he just missed a turn... or two... or three.

Though after backtracking he discovered that more than just a turn had to be missed, because this place was all kinds of wrong. ]

...What the hell is this?

[ooc; Ahaha, hi. This is Asch. He's a drummer from the modern game known as

beatnation.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

*marches right up to him, bringing her lips, and teeth, dangerously close.* And what if I don't want to?

[ Stays put, but turns his face away. ]

Don't annoy me.

I should be the one saying that. You're unarmed and probably have never even been in a real fight.

[ This is truth. ]

Really, just go.

That's a bit better. *wraps her arms around his neck and leans, trying to look him in the face.* Hmm. I wonder how old you are anyway.

[ None of that touching! Tugs her arms away. ]

That's none of your concern.

*frowns, stepping back.* Perhaps not, but I am curious as to just how young you are.

[ Appreciates the space. ]

I'm younger than I look, so hopefully that will dissuade you from touching me again.

My intentions are purely innocent. I'm engaged anyway. *holds up her left hand to show him a ring.*

Then congrats. [ Hardly sincere. ]

Hmm. Still a jerk. I guess that's normal. *edges closer again.*

I'm done.

[ Starts to walk away. ]

... *is about to let him go, then decides to act on instinct, lunging for his back.*

[ Crumbles to his knees more from surprise than weight. ] What the hell?! Get off of me!

*leans forward and smiles at him from over his shoulder, hoping to send him even more off balance.* Surprise~ You're such a child. I'll just have to teach you some manners as practice.

[ Topples more, his palms slapping onto the ground to stabilize his balance. ] Sure thing, grams! Now get off!

... *oh ho, bad thing to say, as that just causes her to turn her head and sink her fangs into his neck.*

[ Let's out a gasp that is surely intermingled with pain and shock. ] What the hell are you doing..?! Stop!

[ Is now attempting to shake her off, but he soon realizes how bad of an idea that is. Enter more pain. ]

*hums and gives a long, hard, noisy suck to his neck, gulping down the blood.*

[ His arms give out, and he finds himself flat on his stomach. ]

S-stop! ...Stop.

[ This is some kind of bad day for Asch, really. ]

*pulls away from his neck, licking up the remaining blood before.. snuggling against his back.* So. You going to answer my question now?

[ No kidding. Poor Asch. <<; ]

[ If it weren't for the pain, he would be having a hard time believing this. ] What..?

How old are you? *gives the punctured skin a light kiss.*

...

[ Long pause. ]

Get off.

*sits up, straddling his back, and pokes along his spine.* Why don't you tell me? I just want to know.