Alex / Lexy
he / him / his
thirty
december 22
Mistralton, Unova
homosexual demiromantic
sanctuary owner
civilian
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Alexei Ivanov
lycoris [s][c]
POSTED ON May 27, 2021 3:34:30 GMT
What— What? His mind had gone blank for the briefest of moments, unable to believe what he was hearing. Wait a second, what was going on— “Y-Y-You can’t be… serious,” he breathed out before he felt cold metal pressing against his neck. Wait, what—against his neck?! “A-A-Archie, what—what are you saying—“Maybe he was going in too fast, too soon. With panic clouding his reasoning, it was clear Alexei was losing his head at that very moment. “You can’t d-d-d-do th-that now, c-can you?” he went on, trying to control himself… at least until the sharp stench of iron hit his nostrils. Oh, shit.The scent of blood makes him panic even more—there was a reason he kept that secret to himself for so long. Nobody else knew— only his sisters did. Even then, it was a closely-guarded secret that he chose not to reveal to anyone outside of family. A secret that may become his undoing.“Why… why are you hurting me, l-l-like this?” he gasped out, panic getting the better of him as the smell of iron thickened the air, his own panic rooting him to the spot. Was he leading himself to his own undoing? He had no idea. What was the possibility of him surviving this—this encounter? He had no knowledge whatsoever. All that was certain was that the fear was thick in the air, only getting worse the more he picked up on the smell of blood—Alexei didn’t know it was his blood, but still. “Arch—ie. Please, please—stop this…” he whimpered, unable to break away from the terrifying gaze the man in front of him was casting on him. “You—you’re n-not a murderer, are you…”A moment of clarity hit him, right then and there. Daring to look down, past the red that was slowly staining his clothes, he realized— It was too late when he noticed it. That there was something decidedly off about the other. His terror had him rooted to the spot—if he so much dared as moved a single inch, who knew how much deeper the metal that was digging into his skin would go. He stood there, paralyzed with fear, unable to move; much less run away. A trembling hand then reached up to where he could feel the metal pressing into his skin, his flesh, himself—an attempt to pull the suffocating presence away. Not like this.
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