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Who: Matt n Will.
What: Satan worship, bleeding, beasts, blood letting, heat, nudity, twins, etc...
Where: All over.
When: Evening O_O
Why: BECAUSE FECKING FECK AIM, LIKE.
[16:04] shads licks you: Matt squeezed the hand in his own tightly, his own grip firm, that single point of his anatomy betraying the tossing and turning within, his restlessness revealing itself in slightly fidgetty movements. "Way down," he grinned in response, the words whispered into Will's hair as he easily pushed himself off, only to briskly set off out of the office and along the hall, dragging his PA with him.
[16:06] becketts here: He lets out a slightly nervous laugh and shivers at the whispered words, teeth bite on his bottom lightly as he trails after the older man, eyes looking around him a little. He's glad for the hand gripping his, taking comfort in the strong hold. Matt's big and strong, nothing bad could happen whilst in his care, he reasons with himself, trying to calm down his trembling body. It's just nerves and excitement.
Nothing bad could happen in his care?
Tell that to the scar tracing pale milk white down the tan skin rippling across his back beneath the dark navy of his shirt. It stretched from his shoulder to his hip, and had nothing to do with the motorbike accident, as he had previously claimed, but rather the demons that lingered below, roaring in shrieking, forever screaming within his mind.
For a moment he doubted. For a second he wondered whether bringing William's relative innocence into this was a wise thing.
But by that point he had already stepped into the elevator at the other end of the corridor, sliding a key from his pocket and slipping it into the lock of the metallic panel below the buttons, flicking it open and pressing that final key. The one that went lower than the supposed basement.
All the while, he maintained grasping Will's fingers in a death grip.
For security.
What: Satan worship, bleeding, beasts, blood letting, heat, nudity, twins, etc...
Where: All over.
When: Evening O_O
Why: BECAUSE FECKING FECK AIM, LIKE.
[16:04] shads licks you: Matt squeezed the hand in his own tightly, his own grip firm, that single point of his anatomy betraying the tossing and turning within, his restlessness revealing itself in slightly fidgetty movements. "Way down," he grinned in response, the words whispered into Will's hair as he easily pushed himself off, only to briskly set off out of the office and along the hall, dragging his PA with him.
[16:06] becketts here: He lets out a slightly nervous laugh and shivers at the whispered words, teeth bite on his bottom lightly as he trails after the older man, eyes looking around him a little. He's glad for the hand gripping his, taking comfort in the strong hold. Matt's big and strong, nothing bad could happen whilst in his care, he reasons with himself, trying to calm down his trembling body. It's just nerves and excitement.
Nothing bad could happen in his care?
Tell that to the scar tracing pale milk white down the tan skin rippling across his back beneath the dark navy of his shirt. It stretched from his shoulder to his hip, and had nothing to do with the motorbike accident, as he had previously claimed, but rather the demons that lingered below, roaring in shrieking, forever screaming within his mind.
For a moment he doubted. For a second he wondered whether bringing William's relative innocence into this was a wise thing.
But by that point he had already stepped into the elevator at the other end of the corridor, sliding a key from his pocket and slipping it into the lock of the metallic panel below the buttons, flicking it open and pressing that final key. The one that went lower than the supposed basement.
All the while, he maintained grasping Will's fingers in a death grip.
For security.