Oh, this was a bloody bad idea. Total shite. Would not recommend.
He knows it the minute he feels the piercing through his clothes, digging into his skin, and feels his arms get yanked up and part of him almost wants to pull loose, even if he knows it'll tear flesh. He can feel the warmth of blood trickling down, soaking through his clothes, and he shifts, bites back a growl.
"Let's get this over with, yeah?"
His list is riddled with some real nasty things. Murder (One count of being an accomplice to blowing a prick up by the arsehole, even. One whale slaughter), lies, betraying loved ones, blasphemy, wrath, violence, and a whole world of other dirty things he won't let himself hang his head in shame over if that's what old Luci wants. If that's what God wants. He grunts as the chains shift, tug a little harder on his flesh.
"Fuck, this guy loves the sound of his own voice, doesn't he? Be tempting to take a couple hooks through the ears if it stopped that."
Follow Me Down 1
There's some band playing loud enough, it drowns out everything else around him. It's a violent rhythm, loud and quick and the vocalist is screaming some shite he can't make out, but it doesn't matter. He brings up the bottle of whiskey he got from somewhere around their little party and takes a swig.
"This shite always happen around here? Didn't peg Hell for one big party."
Follow Me Down 2
"Piss off. I'm only here for a drink." Not that he looks like he needs anymore, especially when he couldn't even keep which side was the normal side of the club straight. He's got some scantily clad woman trying to whisper in his ear and he pulls away, ignores the guys crawling on their hands and knees, or the demon acting like a table as he makes a beeline for the bar.
He settles on a stool heavily, leans on the bar and waits for the bartender to finish serving whoever's down at the end. If he feels anyone too close, anyone brush up against him, he turns to give a glare. "Said I wasn't in the mood--"
Wildcard [If there's something else you'd like to do, hit me up!]
Billy Butcher | The Boys
Oh, this was a bloody bad idea. Total shite. Would not recommend.
He knows it the minute he feels the piercing through his clothes, digging into his skin, and feels his arms get yanked up and part of him almost wants to pull loose, even if he knows it'll tear flesh. He can feel the warmth of blood trickling down, soaking through his clothes, and he shifts, bites back a growl.
"Let's get this over with, yeah?"
His list is riddled with some real nasty things. Murder (One count of being an accomplice to blowing a prick up by the arsehole, even. One whale slaughter), lies, betraying loved ones, blasphemy, wrath, violence, and a whole world of other dirty things he won't let himself hang his head in shame over if that's what old Luci wants. If that's what God wants. He grunts as the chains shift, tug a little harder on his flesh.
"Fuck, this guy loves the sound of his own voice, doesn't he? Be tempting to take a couple hooks through the ears if it stopped that."
Follow Me Down 1
There's some band playing loud enough, it drowns out everything else around him. It's a violent rhythm, loud and quick and the vocalist is screaming some shite he can't make out, but it doesn't matter. He brings up the bottle of whiskey he got from somewhere around their little party and takes a swig.
"This shite always happen around here? Didn't peg Hell for one big party."
Follow Me Down 2
"Piss off. I'm only here for a drink." Not that he looks like he needs anymore, especially when he couldn't even keep which side was the normal side of the club straight. He's got some scantily clad woman trying to whisper in his ear and he pulls away, ignores the guys crawling on their hands and knees, or the demon acting like a table as he makes a beeline for the bar.
He settles on a stool heavily, leans on the bar and waits for the bartender to finish serving whoever's down at the end. If he feels anyone too close, anyone brush up against him, he turns to give a glare. "Said I wasn't in the mood--"
Wildcard
[If there's something else you'd like to do, hit me up!]