Fantasy Indescribable ~Reboot~ (Closed)

[Forever J]

Adrian went right back to grinning, giving Graham a few hard claps on the back. "Much better. I'll keep my shit in line, then." He lowered his hand, and bit his lip gently in thought. "Oh! Uh. . . y'have the time?"

Graham smiled before blinking as he looked to his wristwatch. "it's 4:13. Why?"

 

[Dire Wolf Devil]

Graham smiled before blinking as he looked to his wristwatch. "it's 4:13. Why?"

"It's not too late in the day, then." Adrian sighed to himself, then bit his lip as he rubbed his own wrist with his hand. "I just. . . have a place that I wanna visit before we go, if y'catch my drift. Since we're here in Mákrum. If no one wants to wait up f'r me though, that's fine, I understand."

 

[Forever J]

"It's not too late in the day, then." Adrian sighed to himself, then bit his lip as he rubbed his own wrist with his hand. "I just. . . have a place that I wanna visit before we go, if y'catch my drift. Since we're here in Mákrum. If no one wants to wait up f'r me though, that's fine, I understand."

Graham patted his shoulder, "this is your birthday. Do what you want, we ain't gonna care."

 

[Dire Wolf Devil]

Graham patted his shoulder, "this is your birthday. Do what you want, we ain't gonna care."

Adrian looked up and over to Graham once again. ". . . Y'sure? I don't wanna keep anyone here f'r a long time. Especially the grandkids."

 

[Forever J]

Adrian looked up and over to Graham once again. ". . . Y'sure? I don't wanna keep anyone here f'r a long time. Especially the grandkids."

Graham laughed, "ah, ya silly fucking man. Y'think they care? If they could, they would spend the night here."

 

[Dire Wolf Devil]

Graham laughed, "ah, ya silly fucking man. Y'think they care? If they could, they would spend the night here."

Adrian gave a huff, then laughed gently with his hand still on his wrist. "Y've got a point there. . . Know that's definitely how I've felt."

 

[Forever J]

Adrian gave a huff, then laughed gently with his hand still on his wrist. "Y've got a point there. . . Know that's definitely how I've felt."

Graham smiled, "then there y'go. Get goin'. I'll go and get the rest to do more games and activities."

 

[Dire Wolf Devil]

Graham smiled, "then there y'go. Get goin'. I'll go and get the rest to do more games and activities."

Adrian gave a soft smile, nodding in thanks to Graham. "Let Zuzu know, yeah? Out of everyone here, I have a feeling she'll worry the most if I don't come back wit' yeh."

((-tosses hands up- That's one RP down for doing the Shadowheim thing, anyways. Don't worry I'll go into detail here and there. That said. . . be ready for long posts again. XD' ))

 

[Forever J]

Adrian gave a soft smile, nodding in thanks to Graham. "Let Zuzu know, yeah? Out of everyone here, I have a feeling she'll worry the most if I don't come back wit' yeh."

((-tosses hands up- That's one RP down for doing the Shadowheim thing, anyways. Don't worry I'll go into detail here and there. That said. . . be ready for long posts again. XD' ))

(YAAAAAAAAY we're closer to your dream)
Graham nodded, "I will. Is there something specific you want me to say?"

 

[Dire Wolf Devil]

(YAAAAAAAAY we're closer to your dream)
Graham nodded, "I will. Is there something specific you want me to say?"

((YUS))

Adrian scratched his goatee. "Tell heeerrrr, I dig heeerrrrr." He snorted. "Or just let her know I had t' take care of something and I'll be back in about an hour. . . or both."

((Some people never loose theirvchildish nature, even if they were cut off for some time from said childhood.))

 

[Forever J]

((YUS))

Adrian scratched his goatee. "Tell heeerrrr, I dig heeerrrrr." He snorted. "Or just let her know I had t' take care of something and I'll be back in about an hour. . . or both."

((Some people never loose theirvchildish nature, even if they were cut off for some time from said childhood.))

(mhmm, i feel like more people with a somewhat bad or just bad childhood do act more like a child later in life tho because they never got the chance to before)
Graham snickered before giving a thumbs up. "Tell her that you dig her and that you'll be back in an hour, got it."

 

[Dire Wolf Devil]

(mhmm, i feel like more people with a somewhat bad or just bad childhood do act more like a child later in life tho because they never got the chance to before)
Graham snickered before giving a thumbs up. "Tell her that you dig her and that you'll be back in an hour, got it."

((You trying to say somethin'? -squint-
XD ))

Adrian grinned and nodded, waving as he moved out of the line. "Thank you. I'll be back."

 

[Forever J]

((You trying to say somethin'? -squint-
XD ))

Adrian grinned and nodded, waving as he moved out of the line. "Thank you. I'll be back."

(XD I act like a child too so YEAH . . . although i'm not so bad, I still got some shit that has kept me more 'maturer' than most of my age)

Graham nodded before coming back and sitting down before looking to Zuzu. "He said he digs you and he'll be back in about an hour or so so let's just do whatever."

(What a messenger)

 

[Dire Wolf Devil]

(XD I act like a child too so YEAH . . . although i'm not so bad, I still got some shit that has kept me more 'maturer' than most of my age)

Graham nodded before coming back and sitting down before looking to Zuzu. "He said he digs you and he'll be back in about an hour or so so let's just do whatever."

(What a messenger)

((Y'see, I'm told by others that I'm mature, but then they get to truly know me and I'm pretty sure they take it all back. XD ))

Reaver moved forward, wrapping his arms around Graham for a hug as Zuzana blinked and laughed before sighing.

"Aaaaah, my dork." Zuzana stated before giving a nod. "What to do, though, that's the question?"

Reaver pondered. ". . . Gaaaaames."

(( XD ))

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Adrian stepped off the premises of the amusement park, unbeknownst to anyone there. He was a sneaky wolf, after all. And that very same sneaky wolf drew a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his shorts, and spun his hand around once gripping the plastic that sealed the container, itself. He muttered something under his breath and the plastic burnt and disintegrated into nothing as soon as it flew from his fingers. The King would then tap the carton against the palm of his hand, and he walked along the small, familiar dirt road to which led to where he'd been born. It was a short walk, that's why Adrian always would find him heading to the park, in the first place.

"Alright, mama, I hope yer prepared t' see me. . ." Adrian mutters to himself, drawing a cancer stick from the carton as soon as he came across the remnants of the house, which amazingly still somewhat stood, despite the charred state. It was dilapidated, run down and abandoned, but the frame, and some of the walls - as well as the ceiling - surprisingly remained. "Pheh, and everyone used t' say this old house was fallin' apart with all the antics. Yet here it is still. . . sort of standing." He chuckles to himself, amused.

He lit the cigarette, and stepped over a few wooden beams to make his way out to the courtyard that was now overgrown, but still gave respect to the tombstones laying beside each other. A sigh of smoke leaves lingering remnants of dark grey wisps to dance free at their own pace. He crouched at the headstones, grunting when his knee gave an audible pop before he laughed lightly. "Ah, I'm old. . . I can feel it now." He joked, and the whites of his eyes slowly became that of a dark abyss. He sighs, then, and smiles sadly to his mother's tombstone, in particular. "Wish I didn't have t' come all the way here just t' talk wit' yeh. But. . . Here I am, ready t' hear what ya have t'say." He reached forward, and gave a light touch to the tombstone in front of him before his exterior self seemed to snap into a smoking-eyed trance.

 

[Forever J]

((Y'see, I'm told by others that I'm mature, but then they get to truly know me and I'm pretty sure they take it all back. XD ))

Reaver moved forward, wrapping his arms around Graham for a hug as Zuzana blinked and laughed before sighing.

"Aaaaah, my dork." Zuzana stated before giving a nod. "What to do, though, that's the question?"

Reaver pondered. ". . . Gaaaaames."

(( XD ))

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​

Adrian stepped off the premises of the amusement park, unbeknownst to anyone there. He was a sneaky wolf, after all. And that very same sneaky wolf drew a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his shorts, and spun his hand around once gripping the plastic that sealed the container, itself. He muttered something under his breath and the plastic burnt and disintegrated into nothing as soon as it flew from his fingers. The King would then tap the carton against the palm of his hand, and he walked along the small, familiar dirt road to which led to where he'd been born. It was a short walk, that's why Adrian always would find him heading to the park, in the first place.

"Alright, mama, I hope yer prepared t' see me. . ." Adrian mutters to himself, drawing a cancer stick from the carton as soon as he came across the remnants of the house, which amazingly still somewhat stood, despite the charred state. It was dilapidated, run down and abandoned, but the frame, and some of the walls - as well as the ceiling - surprisingly remained. "Pheh, and everyone used t' say this old house was fallin' apart with all the antics. Yet here it is still. . . sort of standing." He chuckles to himself, amused.

He lit the cigarette, and stepped over a few wooden beams to make his way out to the courtyard that was now overgrown, but still gave respect to the tombstones laying beside each other. A sigh of smoke leaves lingering remnants of dark grey wisps to dance free at their own pace. He crouched at the headstones, grunting when his knee gave an audible pop before he laughed lightly. "Ah, I'm old. . . I can feel it now." He joked, and the whites of his eyes slowly became that of a dark abyss. He sighs, then, and smiles sadly to his mother's tombstone, in particular. "Wish I didn't have t' come all the way here just t' talk wit' yeh. But. . . Here I am, ready t' hear what ya have t'say." He reached forward, and gave a light touch to the tombstone in front of him before his exterior self seemed to snap into a smoking-eyed trance.

(I'm so READY and saaaaame, i'm mature to family and parents, but not to friends. . . usually. I need someone to be more mature than me to be more immature.)
Graham snapped his fingers, "that sounds fun, doesn't it?"

 

[Dire Wolf Devil]

(I'm so READY and saaaaame, i'm mature to family and parents, but not to friends. . . usually. I need someone to be more mature than me to be more immature.)
Graham snapped his fingers, "that sounds fun, doesn't it?"

"Which ones, though?" Zuzana tilted her head.

Reaver clicked his tongue several times in thought. "Yer good at skiball, aren't ya, Zuzu?"

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Adrian, on the inside, would stand in a pool of darkness that was as deep as his ankles, his hands in his pockets as he waited to see the light within the darkness. Once he did, Adrian offered up a gentle smile that moved the cigarette in his mouth to the side.

"I should kick yer butt f'r that cigarette in y'r mouth." A female voice lightly teased, Adrian raising his brows before offering more of a sheepish smile as he took the cigarette from his mouth to speak. The Dire Devil's eyes closing.

"Sorry, mama. It just. . . takes the edge off - I'll toss it." Adrian flicked the stick from his fingers and it landed within the pitch black marsh he'd been standing on. The darkness, of course, snuffing out the flame. He then offered up a smile as Kathleen landed just above the darkness. Adrian's brows furrowed, then, but his expression then tailored pain behind that ghost of a smile. "Valhalla looks t' be treatin' ya well. Beautiful, as always." His voice was soft now, and he turned his palms out while looking up at his mother - arms still down.

"And you've shot up, it seems." Kathleen smiled warm. She wanted to offer a hug to her baby boy so badly, but the rift between their energy forces kept her from doing so. She couldn't tell him that it was because of what Adrian was, but Adrian already knew. Still, Kathleen held that familiar, warm smile that shaped her face. "In more ways than one." She giggled gently.

This made Adrian swallow quietly, turning his gaze to watch the white ripples in the black water. He laughed, then, as well. But his laugh was soft and almost on the verge of becoming the exact opposite. "I've had a lot of people t' prove wrong in life, as well as t' make proud." He looked up again, and that ghostly smile quivered, but never faltered. Not yet. . . "You especially. . ."

This almost got Kathleen's own smile to falter, but she held strong as she closed her eyes and shook her head. "Well, you've succeeded. I can tell you that much."

Adrian's smile finally cracked, and fell. "I dunno, mama, sometimes I wonder. . ." He looked to her with a set of sad, wary eyes. "I wish this was just a visit f'r you t' wish me a happy birthday or some cheesy crap like that, but. . . dad came t' me in a dream last night." Kathleen's eyes widened, and Adrian shook his head. "Don't worry, he's not here. That's one promise I'll never break that I gave t' you." He winced his eyes shut, and brought his hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose in comprehensive thought, plus to stop himself from tearing up. "But, on that note, he did tell me that he had something 'in store' f'r him and I, whatever the Hel that means. He said something about a book that I was supposed t' find here. I was wondering if y'knew anything about that?" He finally gave a glance to his mother yet again, regretfully taking note of the fear in her eyes. ". . . I take it y'do?. ."

"Unfortunately. . ." Kathleen finally assured, and then turned to extend her hand. She shot a flame several feet behind her and, out of the darkness, a white pedestal arose and stood firm in the fire's dancing light. Atop sat a black book, seeming to be titled with what looked to be a blood red font that was carved into the leather, and right below it sat a norse pentagram. "It's something he used t'talk about with Alduin and, occasionally me, on the daily. It's what all that horrid training was for, in the end."

Adrian would eye the book and, hesitantly, he approached the pedestal shown by his mother's fire. His body stopped once he couldn't walk any closer, brows furrowed. "Mama, this is a Shadowheim based book. . ." He looked back like a concerned, confused child.

"As is accustomed to Dire Devils, Adee." Kathleen gave a half-hearted smile, and turned to watch Adrian as Adrian looked to the book again.

 

[Forever J]

"Which ones, though?" Zuzana tilted her head.

Reaver clicked his tongue several times in thought. "Yer good at skiball, aren't ya, Zuzu?"

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Adrian, on the inside, would stand in a pool of darkness that was as deep as his ankles, his hands in his pockets as he waited to see the light within the darkness. Once he did, Adrian offered up a gentle smile that moved the cigarette in his mouth to the side.

"I should kick yer butt f'r that cigarette in y'r mouth." A female voice lightly teased, Adrian raising his brows before offering more of a sheepish smile as he took the cigarette from his mouth to speak. The Dire Devil's eyes closing.

"Sorry, mama. It just. . . takes the edge off - I'll toss it." Adrian flicked the stick from his fingers and it landed within the pitch black marsh he'd been standing on. The darkness, of course, snuffing out the flame. He then offered up a smile as Kathleen landed just above the darkness. Adrian's brows furrowed, then, but his expression then tailored pain behind that ghost of a smile. "Valhalla looks t' be treatin' ya well. Beautiful, as always." His voice was soft now, and he turned his palms out while looking up at his mother - arms still down.

"And you've shot up, it seems." Kathleen smiled warm. She wanted to offer a hug to her baby boy so badly, but the rift between their energy forces kept her from doing so. She couldn't tell him that it was because of what Adrian was, but Adrian already knew. Still, Kathleen held that familiar, warm smile that shaped her face. "In more ways than one." She giggled gently.

This made Adrian swallow quietly, turning his gaze to watch the white ripples in the black water. He laughed, then, as well. But his laugh was soft and almost on the verge of becoming the exact opposite. "I've had a lot of people t' prove wrong in life, as well as t' make proud." He looked up again, and that ghostly smile quivered, but never faltered. Not yet. . . "You especially. . ."

This almost got Kathleen's own smile to falter, but she held strong as she closed her eyes and shook her head. "Well, you've succeeded. I can tell you that much."

Adrian's smile finally cracked, and fell. "I dunno, mama, sometimes I wonder. . ." He looked to her with a set of sad, wary eyes. "I wish this was just a visit f'r you t' wish me a happy birthday or some cheesy crap like that, but. . . dad came t' me in a dream last night." Kathleen's eyes widened, and Adrian shook his head. "Don't worry, he's not here. That's one promise I'll never break that I gave t' you." He winced his eyes shut, and brought his hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose in comprehensive thought, plus to stop himself from tearing up. "But, on that note, he did tell me that he had something 'in store' f'r him and I, whatever the Hel that means. He said something about a book that I was supposed t' find here. I was wondering if y'knew anything about that?" He finally gave a glance to his mother yet again, regretfully taking note of the fear in her eyes. ". . . I take it y'do?. ."

"Unfortunately. . ." Kathleen finally assured, and then turned to extend her hand. She shot a flame several feet behind her and, out of the darkness, a white pedestal arose and stood firm in the fire's dancing light. Atop sat a black book, seeming to be titled with what looked to be a blood red font that was carved into the leather, and right below it sat a norse pentagram. "It's something he used t'talk about with Alduin and, occasionally me, on the daily. It's what all that horrid training was for, in the end."

Adrian would eye the book and, hesitantly, he approached the pedestal shown by his mother's fire. His body stopped once he couldn't walk any closer, brows furrowed. "Mama, this is a Shadowheim based book. . ." He looked back like a concerned, confused child.

"As is accustomed to Dire Devils, Adee." Kathleen gave a half-hearted smile, and turned to watch Adrian as Adrian looked to the book again.

(God I love her so much ;w; )
Graham smiled, "yeah, you're so good at skiball!"

 

[Dire Wolf Devil]

(God I love her so much ;w; )
Graham smiled, "yeah, you're so good at skiball!"

((Saaaame. ;w; ))

Zuzana gave a brief glance in the direction Adrian had gone without having seen him actually leave. Her fingers lightly traced over the imprint tattoo on the heel of her palm in worried thought before bringing her gaze back around to Graham and Reaver with a small smile, easily masking the worry in every way aside from the gentle touch along the heel of her own palm. "I dunno, I mean. . . it's been a while."

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Adrian studied the book without touching it. His brows having furrowed. ". . . I don't. . . think I understand."

"You will once you pick up the book." Kathleen's tone held certain regret that paved her knowledge and worry. Whatever was going to happen, she knew she couldn't stop it, and if she wasn't already a spirit, just the thought would make her one.

That tone and look worried Adrian, but he kept his attention on the book. What could be so important about this damn book? Why did his father bring it up and, of all the people, why did his mother go along with it as well?

Adrian swallowed hard, and brought his hand forward to take the book. Though, the closer he drew to the leatherback bundle of pages, the more energy he'd excrete - this time from his hand. It was almost as if it. . . burned? But without proof on the skin. Once his fingers barely touched the leather, Adrian gave a flinch as every vein in his body began to burn, and sting and it all stemmed from the very fingers that touched the book, in the first place.

Adrian let out a loud, pained yell from the void but nothing was heard on the outside. The male then toppled over onto his knees into the water, each ripple now giving off a red glow instead of a white one. Adrian struggled, grunted, and growled through the tear-jerking pain as it would only get worse. This earned another yell that made Kathleen wince and turn her head away - knowing she couldn't do anything.

"Just a bit longer, my sweet baby boy. Just a bit longer."

Adrian struggled to keep consciousness, and the black liquid he'd toppled into began to slowly envelope his body - pulling him deeper as he'd reach a shaky hand out to his mother, struggling on words because the pain was so bad. "D-Don't. . . leave me! P. . . please. . . Don't let it. . . take. . ." The vision in that struggling gaze soon into a blurred version of his mother, and then his sight was devoured by darkness the moment he passed out.

Kathleen sobbed at the sight, and watched the black liquid pull Adrian down until he was no longer seen. Beside her, Thomas stepped into view -seemingly out of nowhere and grinned with delight.

"Phase one." Thomas mused, then moved to the pedestal as he raised the book with ease.

"You're sick." Kathleen glared, and Thomas hummed while flipping through the demonic book.

"Speaks the whore." Thomas flashed Kathleen a glare, and then a sickly smirk. "Y'know y'had just as much as a play in this as I did, my dear. Now, back t'yer false haven." He raised his hand, a single snap of his fingers echoed the abyss before Kathleen could even breathe a response.

"Now then." Thomas cleared his throat, and began the chant.

Adrian couldn't hear either of them in his unconscious state. In fact, he hadn't even known his father was even here. All he knew was. . . something familiar had begun to burn, and it moved up to the family tattoo on Adrian's right, upper arm. But he couldn't scream, and instead he gave a few bubbles that surfaced like air caught under tar. Several black tendrils skewered Adrian causing a few more bubbles to emerge from the black liquid.

Finally, Adrian snapped out of it and found himself finally yelling in the basement of his own, in reality. How the Hel did he get down there?. .

Adrian clapped his hand to his upper arm where the family mark was, clasping it from how badly it burned. In a panic, he tore his shirt off of himself, and looked to the tattoo that, now, seemed to be outlined with red irritation and boy did it hurt.

He'd no idea if anyone had heard him or not. And, frankly, as soon as his eyes returned normal he didn't care if anyone heard him or not. He was in so much of a panic, facing so much pain and confusion that he didn't care about anything else but what the fuck he just went through. . . whatever that was.

 

[Forever J]

((Saaaame. ;w; ))

Zuzana gave a brief glance in the direction Adrian had gone without having seen him actually leave. Her fingers lightly traced over the imprint tattoo on the heel of her palm in worried thought before bringing her gaze back around to Graham and Reaver with a small smile, easily masking the worry in every way aside from the gentle touch along the heel of her own palm. "I dunno, I mean. . . it's been a while."

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Adrian studied the book without touching it. His brows having furrowed. ". . . I don't. . . think I understand."

"You will once you pick up the book." Kathleen's tone held certain regret that paved her knowledge and worry. Whatever was going to happen, she knew she couldn't stop it, and if she wasn't already a spirit, just the thought would make her one.

That tone and look worried Adrian, but he kept his attention on the book. What could be so important about this damn book? Why did his father bring it up and, of all the people, why did his mother go along with it as well?

Adrian swallowed hard, and brought his hand forward to take the book. Though, the closer he drew to the leatherback bundle of pages, the more energy he'd excrete - this time from his hand. It was almost as if it. . . burned? But without proof on the skin. Once his fingers barely touched the leather, Adrian gave a flinch as every vein in his body began to burn, and sting and it all stemmed from the very fingers that touched the book, in the first place.

Adrian let out a loud, pained yell from the void but nothing was heard on the outside. The male then toppled over onto his knees into the water, each ripple now giving off a red glow instead of a white one. Adrian struggled, grunted, and growled through the tear-jerking pain as it would only get worse. This earned another yell that made Kathleen wince and turn her head away - knowing she couldn't do anything.

"Just a bit longer, my sweet baby boy. Just a bit longer."

Adrian struggled to keep consciousness, and the black liquid he'd toppled into began to slowly envelope his body - pulling him deeper as he'd reach a shaky hand out to his mother, struggling on words because the pain was so bad. "D-Don't. . . leave me! P. . . please. . . Don't let it. . . take. . ." The vision in that struggling gaze soon into a blurred version of his mother, and then his sight was devoured by darkness the moment he passed out.

Kathleen sobbed at the sight, and watched the black liquid pull Adrian down until he was no longer seen. Beside her, Thomas stepped into view -seemingly out of nowhere and grinned with delight.

"Phase one." Thomas mused, then moved to the pedestal as he raised the book with ease.

"You're sick." Kathleen glared, and Thomas hummed while flipping through the demonic book.

"Speaks the whore." Thomas flashed Kathleen a glare, and then a sickly smirk. "Y'know y'had just as much as a play in this as I did, my dear. Now, back t'yer false haven." He raised his hand, a single snap of his fingers echoed the abyss before Kathleen could even breathe a response.

"Now then." Thomas cleared his throat, and began the chant.

Adrian couldn't hear either of them in his unconscious state. In fact, he hadn't even known his father was even here. All he knew was. . . something familiar had begun to burn, and it moved up to the family tattoo on Adrian's right, upper arm. But he couldn't scream, and instead he gave a few bubbles that surfaced like air caught under tar. Several black tendrils skewered Adrian causing a few more bubbles to emerge from the black liquid.

Finally, Adrian snapped out of it and found himself finally yelling in the basement of his own, in reality. How the Hel did he get down there?. .

Adrian clapped his hand to his upper arm where the family mark was, clasping it from how badly it burned. In a panic, he tore his shirt off of himself, and looked to the tattoo that, now, seemed to be outlined with red irritation and boy did it hurt.

He'd no idea if anyone had heard him or not. And, frankly, as soon as his eyes returned normal he didn't care if anyone heard him or not. He was in so much of a panic, facing so much pain and confusion that he didn't care about anything else but what the fuck he just went through. . . whatever that was.

Graham smiled, "i think you'll do fi-" he turned towards the smell of enchanting. "Excuse me, i think i got to the bathroom." He got up and headed to where he felt the buzzing sensation of magick.

 

[Dire Wolf Devil]

Graham smiled, "i think you'll do fi-" he turned towards the smell of enchanting. "Excuse me, i think i got to the bathroom." He got up and headed to where he felt the buzzing sensation of magick.

The two looked up at that, nodding to Graham.

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Adrian paced the basement below the hole in the floor that he'd, apparently, fallen through. Several grunts and whines escaping the pained male as he gripped his bear, burning arm. He didn't say anything, but he'd very clearly been in distress. So much so that he jumped and yelled again out of fear and pain again the moment the book slammed down in front of him. His father's laugh echoed the inner recesses of his mind as Adrian looked to the book in final realization of what this while shitshow was all about. Adrian's body trembled, and he kicked the book half way across the room before looking to the family tattoo on his arm again. This time it looked to be more intense, compared to what it used to look like. The face of the wolf in the black flame seemed more detailed, with sharper teeth, sharper eyes. . . it was amazing how well defined a pitch black tattoo could be, especially since some of the previous black was carved out just to make the design. . . different from the rest of the family's. He trembled and glared around before finally releasing distressed words, rather than just yells. "I DIDN'T WANT THIS!" He coughed from the intensity, a bit of black blood dribbling down the side of his mouth. "FOCK YOU F'R THINKING THIS WAS A GOOD-- gift. . ." He ceased his yelling, winded. His eyes then focused on the book, glaring at it before watching it slide it's way back over. "Fockin'-- NO! WASN'T WHAT I WAS ALREADY BAD ENOUGH!?"

 

[Forever J]

The two looked up at that, nodding to Graham.

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Adrian paced the basement below the hole in the floor that he'd, apparently, fallen through. Several grunts and whines escaping the pained male as he gripped his bear, burning arm. He didn't say anything, but he'd very clearly been in distress. So much so that he jumped and yelled again out of fear and pain again the moment the book slammed down in front of him. His father's laugh echoed the inner recesses of his mind as Adrian looked to the book in final realization of what this while shitshow was all about. Adrian's body trembled, and he kicked the book half way across the room before looking to the family tattoo on his arm again. This time it looked to be more intense, compared to what it used to look like. The face of the wolf in the black flame seemed more detailed, with sharper teeth, sharper eyes. . . it was amazing how well defined a pitch black tattoo could be, especially since some of the previous black was carved out just to make the design. . . different from the rest of the family's. He trembled and glared around before finally releasing distressed words, rather than just yells. "I DIDN'T WANT THIS!" He coughed from the intensity, a bit of black blood dribbling down the side of his mouth. "FOCK YOU F'R THINKING THIS WAS A GOOD-- gift. . ." He ceased his yelling, winded. His eyes then focused on the book, glaring at it before watching it slide it's way back over. "Fockin'-- NO! WASN'T WHAT I WAS ALREADY BAD ENOUGH!?"

Graham was finally by his side, grasping onto him, "Adrian? Can y'hear me?"

 

[Dire Wolf Devil]

Graham was finally by his side, grasping onto him, "Adrian? Can y'hear me?"

"I DON'T--" In his panic, Adrian thrashed in an effort to break free from the hold. And, if he managed get loose, he would quickly stagger back before hitting his back against a few old shelves, breaking them and causing a few empty jars to hit the concrete floor and shatter. The noise made the shirtless king flinch more while still gripping at his still burning arm. Shaky, nervous eyes locked on Graham as he'd watch his brother-in-law. "Graham?. ."

 

[Forever J]

"I DON'T--" In his panic, Adrian thrashed in an effort to break free from the hold. And, if he managed get loose, he would quickly stagger back before hitting his back against a few old shelves, breaking them and causing a few empty jars to hit the concrete floor and shatter. The noise made the shirtless king flinch more while still gripping at his still burning arm. Shaky, nervous eyes locked on Graham as he'd watch his brother-in-law. "Graham?. ."

Graham watched him struggle back and hit the shelf before nodding at his name, "yeah, that's me. Graham. I'm here for you, bud. I'm going to put my hand on your shoulder now. Just gently. I'm Graham. And I'm going to put my hand gently on your shoulder." He reached out gently with his hand before touching his shoulder.

 

[Dire Wolf Devil]

Graham watched him struggle back and hit the shelf before nodding at his name, "yeah, that's me. Graham. I'm here for you, bud. I'm going to put my hand on your shoulder now. Just gently. I'm Graham. And I'm going to put my hand gently on your shoulder." He reached out gently with his hand before touching his shoulder.

Adrian would still flinch at the touch, but he didn't scramble away like before. Instead, he simply looked at Graham's hand, and then to Graham for a long moment before looking to where the book had been. His gaze moved to Graham once more, pure mental brokenness in his gaze. "I just-- he just made--"

 

[Forever J]

Adrian would still flinch at the touch, but he didn't scramble away like before. Instead, he simply looked at Graham's hand, and then to Graham for a long moment before looking to where the book had been. His gaze moved to Graham once more, pure mental brokenness in his gaze. "I just-- he just made--"

Graham's heart twinged at his look before pulling Adrian into a hug as he held him close. "I'm sorry for doing this but I got no other choice. I"m not letting you go until y'realize that you're safe."