Alder Heights College Con rimpianti
#1
Rocco stumbled in far after midnight.

At some point during his dream-like return to college, Rocco had convinced himself he had already died and had made a deal with a siren-like devil for eternal life. What other explanation could there be? The bite marks on his wrists already looked like days-old scabs, and he was healing at an impossible rate, that meant he was dead... or, well, undead.

He quietly stepped inside the dimly lit dorm, catching the heavy door with his back to keep the volume at a minimum. He didn’t even know the time, but it felt late—oh so very late like the sun could threaten to expose the darkness at any moment.

Was Hadley asleep?

He had half a mind to glance over to check, not wanting him to catch the craze in his eyes. Could he already smell the blood pumping through his lover’s veins? How soon until he went wild and bore teeth into flesh. Hadley had already made it clear he wasn’t into that, but now he had the strength to hold him down. He clenched his fingers together, but he didn’t feel any stronger, in fact, he felt terrible. Weak almost. So weak he felt like he could succumb to the darkness again, but he had dead blood pumping inside of him already.

Had he been mistaken?

Shaky, because maybe vampire blood could not heal his lacking nutrition, he barely made it to his desk, knocking over his small paintbrush water in the process. He didn’t care, he was a part of the undead now, who cared about saving his midterm painting. The scenery painting he had drying on his desk soaked up the muddy water, and weakly, he smeared it together until the colors looked as grey as his eyes.

Nothing mattered.

He was dead.

Not even a pulse, the throbbing he felt in both sides of his neck was some side effect, his body was still getting used to the stillness. He couldn't even remember if he was breathing. Had he breathed since he was pulled out of that water?

Unable to beat down the dizzy feeling, he reached for his little pile of assorted chocolates, trying to unwrap them. With each unsuccessful second, he could feel himself leaning further and further in, requiring more and more concentration as he tried to undo the foil, but nothing would work correctly. His long, spindly fingers, which could paint a starry night with ease, could not undo a small golden wrapper.

Surely, he had candy somewhere that wasn’t wrapped tightly, so he stood.

An unwise decision on his behalf, the giant rose from his chair, and the curtains came tumbling down. Realizing his quick descent back to earth, his hands came out, and he managed to fall without slamming his head against anything, collapsing onto the ground, his limbs coming in on themselves like a defeated spider.

Why was he still so ill if he was already dead?

The world went dark, and Rocco dreamed he was drowning again.
#2
Hadley was asleep.

At least, he was just before midnight, dreaming about flames, a vision straddling the line between comforting imagery and nightmare, offering deceptive warmth and promising destruction. It would be a long time before Hadley was comfortable around fire. Maybe before he was even comfortable tapping into his abilities, because it was his power that had caused the disaster, wasn't it? If Rocco hadn't been there, then it was only Hadley who could have caused the fire. How could he have been so careless? Falling asleep before he'd had the chance to put the fire out, letting himself get concussed, getting so drunk he couldn't stay standing while Rocco was having his panic.

There must have been a moment of wakefulness in the middle of his snooze, something that let him focus a sleepy power surge on the fireplace and explode something within, something that made it spread across the tiny tinderbox of his cabin.

And thank the stars that Rocco hadn't been there, sleeping right up against the wall when Hadley woke to his side effects punishing him, raking him across his belly with a heated claw.

Had the poker been in the fire?

Maybe that was what he'd blown to shrapnel and gored himself with.

The scar would heal ugly and wide, a permanent reminder of their irresponsibility, of the pain they forever caused, of the destruction they wrought. They would look in the mirror forever after and remember the flames and just thank whatever cosmic power had intervened that no one he loved had been there to get caught up in the self-destruction.

Something doused the flames long after midnight, and the surroundings became dark, their eyes opened softly to the bunched up blankets.

Something had fallen. Wait, someone had come into the dorm. They assumed Rocco. Drunk? Rustling in the darkness. Hadley sat up silently, turning their head in the direction of the sound, and then...

A loud thud as a body hit the ground and the sprite was on his feet, coming to kneel at the pile of drunken Italian, hands searching for shoulders.

"Rocco? Where have you been? Are you okay?" he croaked, whispering as though there was anyone else in here to wake.
#3

tw for body functions



The Italian's eyes opened before he fully hit the floor.

Dazed, but otherwise relatively conscious before he even landed, his lungs felt water soaked causing him to cough violently. Unaware if it was an illusion (it was), he sputtered warm bathwater that he swore smelled like milk and honey but was as dark red as the blood the siren-like vampire had forced upon him. He blinked and someone was standing over him, shaking his shoulders, while he struggled to hold up the wrapped candy still in his possession.

The candy in hand would reveal his bite marks along his wrist, and he held it to the person delicately.

"Open, please." He spoke with lethargy, trying to sit up so he could cough more pinkish fluid from his lungs that his mind created to cope.

He was dead, why did it matter if he had fluid in his lungs or not?

More confused blinks would reveal that the man was Hadley, remarkably at his side, and the only thing Rocco could think was how loud he could hear the boy's blood rushing. Loud as waves in his ears, he wanted to drop the candy and fight Hadley for blood, but he felt like he could hardly hold himself up at the moment.
#4
Hadley had the same regular-ass night vision as any other normal human, and therefore couldn't see very much of anything in the dark room but the outline of Rocco and his outstretched arm, but he could hear that coughing, like he was drowning.

Rocco demanded - but politely - that Hadley open a piece of candy for him, seemingly void of strength to do so himself. What had happened to him? He looked worse off than the sad sack burn victim, and that was saying something. Taking the chocolate off of the floundering Italian, he tried to roll Rocco onto his side, but he knew it would be a battle going into it.

"I will open it," he promised, though it sounded like a really bad idea when Rocco seemed so ill. Had someone attacked him? A shifter? Hadley's heart rate spiked and the breath was stolen from him just thinking about the possibility. "You need to calm down. Tell me what happened and let me take care of you."
#5
"Sono calmo-" He protested, trying to fight how easily Hadley pushed him to his side, but it did make coughing easier. He would not, however, make this known, angry eyes searching for Hadley in the dark.

Was Hadley concerned? Concerned enough to let him feed? He felt too dizzy to fight the older sprite, so he felt at the mercy of him taking his time opening the chocolate.

Open the chocolate, he angrily thought, he felt like he could faint, and the energy to sit up again was evacuating him. Hadley demanded to know what happened, and wanting his piece of candy opened, Rocco would answer entirely with truths.

"The candy, Hadley." Reminding him that he was trying to open it. "Vampire attack, the bath house-I sent her to sleep, but she had magic-" he paused to cough, "I think she drowned me, how you say, to become like her?"

Rocco was dead, or well, undead.


T: I AM calm.

#6
Scowling slightly at the imp, hoping they were looking into his face in the dark, they started to unwrap the stupid fucking chocolate for him. "The candy didn't do this to you," they muttered under their breath, their humour and spirit bouncing back after time had put distance enough between him and the fire. Was he still having nightmares? Yes. Absolutely he was still having nightmares and dark thoughts, still thinking about how this was some kind of punishment perhaps, or that it was their own fault, and all the awful things their mind could throw at them. But still. They were alive, and there were things they could do now to get their life back on track.

Right now, though, they had to be present for Rocco. The story unfolded of a vicious vampire attack as Hadley handed him the unwrapped chocolate, listening to a tale of bath houses and of drowning. Drowning! No wonder he was coughing so hard!

Hadley's hands tried gently to cup Rocco's face, to drift down his form looking for more injuries, to feel his warmth. The bitch wanted to take a life to make another cursed beast like herself, but she must have failed, because Rocco didn't feel great but he did feel warm.

"We should get you to a doctor," they decided, trying to take one of Rocco's hands in their own. "To make sure you're okay... police. We should call the police, too."
#7
Hadley was taking too long to open the candy that Rocco almost whimpered needily, but the scratchy feeling of his throat still harboring sulfur springs kept him quiet. Instead, Hadley FINALLY handed him the chocolate, and he plopped it directly into his mouth, finally washing out the taste of dead blood, dirty bathwater, and his phlegm.

Chewing softly, He shook his head when Hadley cupped his face, Rocco sat up and pulled his face away, leaning over and flipping on his desk lamp to illuminate the two huddled on the floor.

A doctor? Cops? All of it made Rocco's head spin and he slapped away Hadley's hands, too shakey to put any real weight into the move.

"You'll keep quiet about it" He demanded, his grey eyes flickering from Hadley's left to right, there was palpable fear crossing his expressions, mixing with his downturned brows in a confusing fashion. "It's already done-It's already finished"

Rocco was quite convinced he was already dead.
#8
Light suddenly beamed down into his face from above and he squinted past the source at Rocco, who seemed to perk up almost immediately as chocolate was shoved into their mouth. Nothing got them more excited about life, did it? Then again, the way they slapped Hadley's hands away was so pathetically weak, arms trembling, that it was clear they would still need to recover. To sleep this off at the very least, with Hadley keeping a watchful eye on them.

Was this demand a threat? Keep quiet about it?

Hadley frowned softly.

"Rocco, she attacked you," he emphasised softly, as if it hadn't quite sunk in. "She needs to be found before she can hurt anyone else, she needs to pay for what she did to you! Look at you!" Drowned rat. "If you won't go to the doctor at least go to bed, okay? Maybe... maybe we can get a first aider to come take a look at you..."
#9

tw for manipulation/and mental health handbook



Was Hadley insane?

Call people into the picture so soon after he was turned? He didn't need people breathing down his neck now that he was a vampire. Rocco shook from weakness and rage. Overcome with emotion, he wanted to slap Hadley for all the stupid things he said.

Rocco was so far into his own delusion, that he couldn't see how Hadley was making perfect sense.

"I can't go to doctor, are you mad?" He squeaked in fear, "I'm dead. She drowned me-I can't go! They'll out me. Do you understand, no? I'm dead!" Nearly babbling at the end from how frantically he was trying to convey to Hadley this was serious.
#10
...what?

This was concerning to say the least.

People sometimes became delusional like this after these encounters, right? Thinking they had passed when they had survived.

Absolutely now more than ever it seemed that Rocco needed medical intervention, and though his middle still hurt like the scar might open and tear him in two, Hadley stood, legs firmly planted in case Rocco became vicious.

"She tried to drown you," he said, gently correcting his perception. "But you're breathing, aren't you? You're warm - your heart is beating. So why do you think you're dead?"
#11
Hadley was saying a bunch of infuriating shit that was stirring Rocco's rage. It already sat so close to the surface, ready to rear it's angry head at anyone who looked too closely. Perhaps he really had been shaken up by the events, even if he thought he had been given eternal life, drowning was scary.

Naturally, Rocco began to cry.

Not some pathetic, soft whimpering tears, but angry large drops rolling down his bony cheeks. His frightened expression hardened, as if Hadley had offended him, offended that he had been made to cry!

"I drowned, you scemo, I died. Drowned. Ended." He didn't know how else to translate so he just shook with anger. His eyes dipped to maroon and water started to pool around him as he huffed, his chest rising and falling quickly, tears running down his face. If Hadley didn't believe him, he'd show him.
#12
If it hadn't been dreadfully clear that Rocco was heavily affected by the attack already, it became abundantly apparent when he began to cry, more so when a whirlpool of water began to rise around them, lapping over Hadley's skin in realistic stale coldness, but of course it wasn't real. Rocco was lashing out with his illusions.

Hadley tried to take a hand, to ground him, concerned for the younger boy.

"I know she drowned you; I'm not questioning that," he rasped, promising, realising that he could tap into his own power but wouldn't be able to do very much as his eyes glittered green. He didn't want to have to but he could burst eardrums like a pro, and that was about the extent of what he could do right now. "What do you need? Okay, tell me what you need, Rocco."

Maybe there was something the sprite could offer to head this off.
#13
The water raised over his hips, pooling just under his ribs as he sat, staring angrily up at Hadley.

The boy said he wasn't questioning him, but everything he had said sounded like he was questioning him. Couldn't anyone be helpful? Was Rocco truly destined to be around fucking idiots? He shook with childish rage, the water gaining depth, as if Rocco's tears were contributing gallons at a time.

Upset, unable to be consoled purely because it was his own madness driving him, he shook his head at Hadley's question.

"I don't know-" because he truly didn't know what he was supposed to do.

In a panic, the floor gave out underneath the two of them, plunging them both into the sickly tepid bathwater.

Rocco could not actually kill either one of them with his illusion, but he could, in his madness, cause them to feel as if they were drowning. Painfully accurately now that he knew what it felt like.
#14

tw gross medical talk, healing wounds



It wasn't real.

Even if he felt like he was neck deep in gross old water, even if he couldn't feel the floor beneath his feet, even if Rocco reacted in kind to his own illusion, none of it was real.

The poor illusionist was simply scared and lashing out, reliving his trauma. It wasn't purposeful. He wasn't trying to hurt Hadley; he wouldn't do that, not like this.

The sprite tried to close the distance between them, reaching for Rocco, trying to rise above his panic. It wasn't real, but his body still tried to keep him afloat, his wound screaming in agony at the dirty water infiltrating the parts of it that were still open to the air and making him feel sick, and the actions his body took to attempt to push his head above the water only made the pain and nausea worse. Was his wound opening up again?

"Rocco, please," he gasped. trying to hold onto him. "Please; just -- pull back, okay? I'm -- we're -- we're okay...!"
#15
Wherever Hadley bobbed in the water was hardly his concern, Rocco simply sank beneath the murky water the moment the room filled. Rising higher and higher until the room was encapsulated in a watery tomb.

He was already dead, so it didn't matter that he sank.

Nothing truly mattered because he was already dead, he had already shaken hands with the siren-devil. He had been granted eternal life, and Hadley wouldn't accept it.

There would be no bottom to this illusion, only darker and darker waters, with ear-crushing pressure.

Petulant, upset, acting a fool, Rocco curled in on himself and wept under his illusion, listening to Hadley struggle.
#16
[ooc]tw illusion of a near death experience, bordering on hopelessness[/q]

What wasn't real couldn't kill you.

Maybe that was true of things like fictional characters you saw in your nightmares, flames that devoured you in your sleep, illnesses Google told you that you had because you didn't know how to pare the useless information from the barrage of knowledge at your fingertips.

Maybe this illusion wouldn't kill him, but his body reacted like it was killing him.

Flooded with stagnant water, his lungs struggled for air, and though in reality he could breathe freely and he knew it in his mind that he could breathe normally, easily, the illusion made it feel as though his lungs were being crushed in the mounting pressure, unable to push out water, unable to take in air.

He gasped for it, his airways feeling tight, but the crucial knowledge he had to cling to was the he was, in fact, breathing.

Hyperventilating.

He'd pass out from something if Rocco didn't let up, his muscles tense, the fight for life strong within him and causing his arms to thrash against nothing at all. There was no water pushing him down.

Yet still he was drowning standing in Rocco's dorm, enveloped in unforgiving waters.

"Ro...cco," he tried through rasping breaths. He was still healing. "I can't... I want to... want to help, please...!"

His eyes were already rolling back in his head, the illusion far too powerful, the agony of a watery death pulsing through his body.
#17
He had dead blood pumping inside of him, he should be unstoppable, he could use his powers for hours if he wanted (he couldn't), and he could hold on to this illusion until they were both undead.

Hadley choked and whined that he wanted to help the new vampire, but Rocco felt like it was too late. He'd have to kill Hadley now, start over and find someone new, and that made him the most upset. Maybe he really did love the sprite, because angrily he crushed himself with such force that he knocked himself out with his power usage, freeing his dear lover.

The water drained from his dorm room almost immediately, not even a hint as to the destruction Rocco had caused; everything in the room was dry and untouched. Rocco, lay curled on himself, hair brushed across his face entirely unmoving.

The 'vampire' had been defeated.
#18
The banshee would have loved to be able to dramatically hold onto Rocco, rouse him from his unconsciousness, find someone to help before it became an ordeal with the threat of brain damage looming over them.

Of course he would have loved to. To help the boy he cared about? To actually be useful for once and not cause a whole fucking situation?

Instead, the moment the illusion ended, Hadley collapsed, fainting into darkness. If Rocco were to wake before him he wouldn't be easily roused, lying in an uncomfortable heap with his head bent back, his neck exposed.
#19

tw for body wounds :3



Rocco awoke after a few moments of unconsciousness, pushing his hair back softly, not expecting to find Hadley unconscious on the ground. He'd rise, taking his time, forced to move slowly as he moved his body closer to Hadley's. He coughed once or twice in the crook of his elbow, hovering over the poor unconscious psychic, his head bent back beautifully.

There it was again, the sound of blood pumping so loudly in his ears, mistaking his own quickened pulse for Hadley's, he wanted to sink his teeth into the throbbing flesh of his lover. He had to, right? This was what vampires did? His hands pushed Hadley's hair back, tilting his chin to the side and leaning over gently.

He had to feed from him, that was why he felt so weak--he needed blood.

Hadley would understand, and if he didn't understand, he'd just sleep him again and take it anyways.

Rocco pulled close, forcing Hadley's limp face to the side, planting a gentle kiss on his neck, feeling Hadley's pulse protest against cool lips.

Something broke his spell, maybe it was the unmatching pulse he was feeling that caused him to stop, but the rushing blood did not match the pulse of Hadley's and he broke away. Confused, he stared at his wrist: the marks were still there.

Had he not died yet? Was Hadley telling the truth.

"Hadley?" He spoke gently, placing a hand on Hadley's chest and shaking him gently, willing to press the angered wound if Hadley didn't wake to his demands.
#20
Like he was submerged in the ocean, tons of water crushing down on him from above, sludgy seafloor sand underneath seeking to draw him under where no one would reach. Speckles of light made it far down into the place that would be made his tomb.

Was someone calling on him?

He opened his eyes, but the world seemed blurry down below.

He wouldn't be quick to wake, mouth feeling full of cotton, limbs heavy, blood rushing in his ears like it was welling up behind his eardrums and threatening to flood outwards.

"Wha...?" he whimpered, eyelids fluttering.
#21
Rocco watched as the older boy awoke, his sleepy brown eyes unfocused, but gaining more light at each passing moment. He took to moving his hand, bringing it higher up on Hadley's chest, a poor attempt of a cardiac massage, trying to encourage Hadley to wake up.

He didn't want to offer words, because he was at fault here, his mind struggling to come up with a way to manipulate the situation in his favor. He was severely lacking, not able to think of a single wrong Hadley had done tonight... Rocco would have to take the blame for his actions and he refused.

Instead, stupidly, Rocco leaned over and kissed him hard on the lips, he never really knew how to be gentle.

"Are you awake?" He asked, pulling away to stare at the imp.
#22
He was still underwater.

Drowning without being drowned.

Everything felt sludgy, far away.

Was he dead?

Someone moved towards him, blotting out the light, but if they were touching him he couldn't feel it.

Was he awake?

He was...

Scared.

Where is everything?

"...Rocco...?" Was it even Rocco?
#23
Hardly a welcoming response, Rocco moved to slap him in the face again, not exactly being rough with his movements, but not really trying to be soft.

The imp needed to wake up.

"I’m here-" He answered, using a hand to move Hadley’s chin, directing him in Rocco’s line of sight. "Mi Amore, you know better than to upset me-I am sorry." Blaming Hadley, of course, for his abusive outburst.

This was all Hadley’s fault, even if it wasn’t.
#24
Uncomfortable.

Everything was uncomfortable.

Like when he'd hit his head in the cabin but so many times worse than that.

They wanted to throw up.

They wanted to just pass out again and not feel any of this.

The way they were lying it felt like they were going to come apart where their scar was forming.

Their neck felt like it would break.

Rocco slapped him.

Trying to help. He was just trying to help, that was all. A terrible way to help someone who was unconscious or hurt but he was just...

He was just trying to...

The pain began to set in as his body drew his consciousness back. Why did everything hurt so much? Everything was overwhelming. Even the sound of breathing hurt his head so much.

It was all too much and as Rocco tipped his head to force him to look into their eyes he wept, in fear, in agony.

Nothing felt right.
#25

tw for relationship manipulation and probably ongoing from here.



It worked.

Or so Rocco assumed, his somber grey eyes looking the hazy Hopper over, using his thumb to rub at his lover’s jaw.

Normally he’d have snapped back with something witty, but to lay here and accept the way his body was shaking in pain? Was the poor boy already broken? Giving himself entirely to Rocco? The taller boy could only hope.

Rocco softened, recognizing that any abuse he gave to Hadley at this point would benefit him little: he wasn’t really there yet, was he. Instead, Rocco stood, getting a water bottle from their fridge and retuning, trying to soften the taut edges of how Hadley was laying.

"Shhh," he cooed, lifting Hadley’s head and putting it in his lap, running his spider-like fingers through Hadley’s hair. "I’m here, I’m sorry- do not cry." Pretending to beg, but his words were empty.

He loved it when Hadley cried, it felt more genuine than any other form of affection he’d ever received.
#26
He was just trying to help.

As Rocco returned to cradle him it only solidified the idea. He was trying to help, concerned for the sprite lying on the floor waxing back into consciousness, weeping for the awful experience and still unable to move much, arms and legs limp and heavy.

It helped, the way their head rested in the imp's lap, the way he offered such tender, gentle touches, kindness that Hadley simply wasn't used to and craved so much more of, and still he wept for it, unable to stop.

Rocco was here. It would be okay.

And Rocco would be okay, as long as Hadley was okay, right? They could support each other. That was how it was supposed to be, right?
#27
Hadley looked broken, mentally exhausted and Rocco wanted to remind him thinking wasn’t for him anymore. He wouldn’t have to as long as Rocco was here for him, but instead he soothed with soft sounds.

Pushing Hadley’s hair back, he set the water bottle down, resting his face against Hadley’s cheek in attempt to console him.

"Shh, you are alright." His words vibrating against Hadley’s face. "Shhh, do you want water? anything?."

He was being so very good, and so Rocco felt inclined to encourage the good behavior.
#28
It no longer felt like he was drowning, rescued from the tomb by his lover, dragged up from the pits of the unforgiving ocean and laid out in the lap of someone who cared. Someone who was piecing him back together, holding him whole.

Shaking arms came up to wrap around Rocco and he hid himself against the Italian, grateful, heart racing.

But... what of him?

"Are you okay...?" he managed between sobs, clinging to him as though he might sink back into the depths if he didn't hold tight to his saviour.
#29
He felt loved like this; Harley clinging to him, weeping tenderly as if frightened Rocco would leave. Oh dear Hadley, Rocco would never leave his side. Ever.

Rocco moved, gently bracing Hadley’s head with his hand so he could move sitting to laying down, curling possessively around him, letting his head rest on his arm. A soft kiss to the psychic’s temple, holding him, encouraging him and his little tears.

Hadley really was beautiful.

"I’m okay." He spoke gently, "I am sorry for being upset, I am sorry." Soft lies, Rocco was only sorry he couldn’t revel in the tears longer.
#30
Thank goodness.

Thank goodness he was okay, after all he'd been through in that awful sounding vampire attack. The tears began to dry up, though he remained grateful that Rocco seemed better already, calm and nurturing.

Of course he leaned into the affection. He couldn't get enough of it.

"No, don't apologise... you've been through a lot tonight..." he sniffled, gently playing with Rocco's hair.
#31
He HAD been through a lot.

Yet here he was comforting someone who really didn’t deserve it, Rocco could have made that clear, but he was gracious enough to let it slide. Rocco was the real victim, and he didn’t have to share if he didn’t want to.

Instead his grey eyes closed softly at Hadley returning the affection, rummaging gently through his hair with smaller hands.

Warm, soft, absolute perfection; Rocco loved him.

"Thank you for being here-" he whispered quietly, coming carefully close to admitting how terrified he was to be alone. Rocco didn’t want to imagine how he’d be coping if he had wandered into his dorm room alone. Hell, Rocco might’ve accidentally hurt someone else.
#32
Of course he was here. It wasn't really like he could be anywhere else, but would he choose to be when something so like affection was being readily given? No judgements passed, no telling him what he ought to do, how he ought to live.

Maybe he really would choose to be here with Rocco.

Maybe this was where he was meant to be.

Was this the purpose he had been searching for? A love to grow into?

He didn't deserve it. But he would take it.

"I wouldn't choose to be anywhere else but with you," they whispered, cradling him comfortably. " You should drink something, okay? You'll feel better..." Hadley needed the water, but made the sacrifice, because that was what you were supposed to do, right?
#33
Rocco would rather die than get up and move.

The vampire that had fed from him had taken more than a generous share of his life source, and considering his dietary habits, Rocco really was pushing it. Getting up again, or doing anything that required strength, was no longer an option for him. Even now, his actions felt like they had been spurned by adrenaline, rage, and fear. So instead, he pulled his normal routine of wrapping around Hadley like some venomous snake; tucking his face in the warm crook of the weak sprite's neck, breathing in that throbbing pulse.

"No," He spoke defiantly, answering with the same petulance he gave whenever Hadley asked him to eat anything--or to try something new. Rocco, in a lot of ways, was terrible immature, a spoiled child who had never been around someone who argued against his wishes. Maybe that was what Rocco loved about him, maybe that was how he argued pushing Hadley around was deserved.

"I'm just tired."
#34
As always, Rocco defiantly hid against him, sapping his warmth, sleepy in his petulance. Of course he would in this situation, but he had to take care of his body. Water might be the last thing he wanted to think of right now but it was necessary.

Hadley sighed softly.

"Just a few tiny sips. Please? You'll feel better."

Gentle cooing coupled with soft fingers gliding through his hair, massaging his scalp.
#35
Hadley pleaded pathetically, like he had any grounds to ask Rocco to do anything. Rocco was in charge here, and he didn't want to drink so he tightened his grip. He was hoping to hurt Hadley with how tightly he held on, but reasonably his arms held less strength than a child currently, shaking with the effort of being cruel.

"Stop-I won't." He whispered angrily, his face closer now to Hadley's neck, his lips brushing against that tender, but scarred flesh with each word.

He could bite the poor boy, if he wanted him to drink so desperately. Rocco could drink, but Hadley wouldn't like it.
#36
Rocco squeezed him like the world's most pathetic constrictor, and it might not have hurt at all if it wasn't for the healing wound on his belly, and even then... it was really just an annoying twinge, enough for Hadley to scowl and gripe about it but not enough to feel like he had to get into a physical fight with the Italian.

Which was good for Rocco, because he would lose it.

"Fine, but you should," he grumbled, squeezing Rocco a little bit harder out of sheer spite.
#37
Rocco, naturally short tempered, found Hadley's comment and squeeze a bit infuriating. Was the sprite teasing him for not having any strength? He rattled in anger his lips brushed against the only means of harm he could provide.

Unable to withstand the thrum of Hadley's pulse, his jaw tipped downward and he bit Hadley's neck.

Trying to cause damage, but unable to coordinate his face enough for leverage, he bit down hard enough to cause pain, but was unable to break the skin.


Bite approved/rolled via discorgggg :3

#38
The imp had been warned before.

He knew what would happen if he bit the sprite again - the very same thing that happened the first time, and Hadley made to lift his knee to jam it up between Rocco's legs, delicate condition be damned.

Only the wound across his belly made it hard to bend his leg properly and all he really succeeded in was rolling away in pain, teeth scraping across his collarbone and leaving ugly marks. Not enough to break the skin but enough to leave it red and streaked with raised marks.

"Not a very good vampire if you can't even draw blood," he snarked, too tired to get up from the floor by now. They had to sleep on this, surely. They'd be okay in the morning. This was all just... a response to the vampire attack.
#39
Rocco tried to tighten his jaw, tried to hold onto the sprite, teach him a quick lesson as to why they should never tease him. Instead, Hadley pulled himself away with ease, which only made Rocco angrier; how dare he defy him.

Unable to protest, his arms fell weaky out in front of him, and he just curled in on himself more.

There would be no attempts to rise, moping like a child who had been told off for being bad.

He'd show Hadley, once he felt like he could move, he'd show Hadley.
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