Afterlog to Previous RP
Jul. 3rd, 2004 03:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
teagueAngie should recognize this one. It's an afterlog of an rp we were doing involving our characters in a jail house setting.
Santi worked his way through the brush quietly, heading toward the small cabin. The location is remote, which Santi finds perhaps alittle troubling. He knows his Teague can be reclusive...But this truely smacks of escape. And that would almost seem to be what Teague is doing. In spite of his entreaties of love, and promises to continue his relationship with Santi, and writing to him, the quiet ex priest did none of those things. He was released from prison, thanks to a mysterious twin's capture on tape, and he disappeared. Santi only tracked him down with *much* trouble, expending many resources..
At this point, Santi is uncertain if he wants to kill Teague brutally, using a knife, and taking his time. Spilling his blood up the walls and across the floor. Bathing in it, and listening to him gurgle...Or kill the little bitch sweetly, hands around his neck. Feeling him thrashing. Seeing Teague's look of shock and pain, then watching his eyes go dimmer and dimmer...
He pauses, hearing someone singing softly. Oh yes, that voice brings back memories. Teague would often sing the powerful blond to sleep, and for his pleasure. Teague is off to the side of the house, hanging laundry. It looks so pastoral, and old fashioned. It's questionable if this cabin even has electricity, or running water. Santi stares at his intended prey, noting what is familiar, and what is different. The ex still seems lean, almost underfed. Santi can see the jailhouse tattoos, most of which he commanded Ky to place, along Teague's forewarms, which are bared. Teague is wearing glasses, which is new. His dark curly hair is pulled back in a braid that goes half way down his back. Santi can easily imagine pulling and yanking it as he pushes his ex onto his belly across some convenient surface.
Teague pauses, and looks around, like a deer scenting a hunter. Then he goes inside. Santi has to move carefully. Befor prison, the priest was very docile, but Santi doesn't trust that he hasn't learned to be more deadly. Santi is still deadly himself, being almost silent across the tree litter on the ground. He reaches the cabin, and looks in through a corner of a window. Teague stands at the sink, washing some dishes in a pan. Apperently there is a well pump.
Santi shivers, remembering how that body felt, being pressed into the thin matress under him. How Teague's little noises sounded. He works his way back around, and finds an unlocked door to enter through. He moves through the house, pulling a knife, and taking note of various things he could use. There are curtains, and bits of clothing that could be used to bind his errant lover. Finally he surges into the kitchen, lunging to catch Teague, and press him to the wall, knife pressing to his throat. Teague cries out softly, looking completely startled.
"S-santi?" Teague blinks, his hands on Santi's shoulders, prepared to push. He doesn't struggle though, and Santi's senses are filled with Teague once more..The scent of him, clean, and alittle acidic. The warmth of his body pressed to Santi's. His breath as he pants softly. "No, Santi...You must go...You mustn't be here!" Teague whispers desperately.
"Oh, I must?" Santi hisses softly, eyes filling with cold murder. "Why is that? Tell me, Teague, did you feel one thing you claimed? Or were you a better liar than I thought..."
Teague gasps softly, eyes filling with pain. "No..I loved you...I still..." Santi sees his eyes flicker up, then widen slightly, his lips forming the word "no.." He hears the distictive clickclick of a bullet being chambered, and befor he can whip around, or even duck well, the bullet tears through his shoulder. Everyone in Hollywood portays this so macho, but the truth is it rocks his body, and his consciousness almost explodes. He hears Teague cry out, and feels himself being pulled down. Befor he goes into shock, bleeding on the cabin floor, he sees the face of his assailent...a pretty, familiar face. He *knew* Teague had a twin..a homicidal one. The *bad* twin. He looks almost exactly like Teague, except for the look of absolute, cold fury in his eyes, and the gun in his hand. Teague is pleading. Santi can hear it distantly. The twin is named Micheal...Santi hears that too befor passing out.
End
Santi worked his way through the brush quietly, heading toward the small cabin. The location is remote, which Santi finds perhaps alittle troubling. He knows his Teague can be reclusive...But this truely smacks of escape. And that would almost seem to be what Teague is doing. In spite of his entreaties of love, and promises to continue his relationship with Santi, and writing to him, the quiet ex priest did none of those things. He was released from prison, thanks to a mysterious twin's capture on tape, and he disappeared. Santi only tracked him down with *much* trouble, expending many resources..
At this point, Santi is uncertain if he wants to kill Teague brutally, using a knife, and taking his time. Spilling his blood up the walls and across the floor. Bathing in it, and listening to him gurgle...Or kill the little bitch sweetly, hands around his neck. Feeling him thrashing. Seeing Teague's look of shock and pain, then watching his eyes go dimmer and dimmer...
He pauses, hearing someone singing softly. Oh yes, that voice brings back memories. Teague would often sing the powerful blond to sleep, and for his pleasure. Teague is off to the side of the house, hanging laundry. It looks so pastoral, and old fashioned. It's questionable if this cabin even has electricity, or running water. Santi stares at his intended prey, noting what is familiar, and what is different. The ex still seems lean, almost underfed. Santi can see the jailhouse tattoos, most of which he commanded Ky to place, along Teague's forewarms, which are bared. Teague is wearing glasses, which is new. His dark curly hair is pulled back in a braid that goes half way down his back. Santi can easily imagine pulling and yanking it as he pushes his ex onto his belly across some convenient surface.
Teague pauses, and looks around, like a deer scenting a hunter. Then he goes inside. Santi has to move carefully. Befor prison, the priest was very docile, but Santi doesn't trust that he hasn't learned to be more deadly. Santi is still deadly himself, being almost silent across the tree litter on the ground. He reaches the cabin, and looks in through a corner of a window. Teague stands at the sink, washing some dishes in a pan. Apperently there is a well pump.
Santi shivers, remembering how that body felt, being pressed into the thin matress under him. How Teague's little noises sounded. He works his way back around, and finds an unlocked door to enter through. He moves through the house, pulling a knife, and taking note of various things he could use. There are curtains, and bits of clothing that could be used to bind his errant lover. Finally he surges into the kitchen, lunging to catch Teague, and press him to the wall, knife pressing to his throat. Teague cries out softly, looking completely startled.
"S-santi?" Teague blinks, his hands on Santi's shoulders, prepared to push. He doesn't struggle though, and Santi's senses are filled with Teague once more..The scent of him, clean, and alittle acidic. The warmth of his body pressed to Santi's. His breath as he pants softly. "No, Santi...You must go...You mustn't be here!" Teague whispers desperately.
"Oh, I must?" Santi hisses softly, eyes filling with cold murder. "Why is that? Tell me, Teague, did you feel one thing you claimed? Or were you a better liar than I thought..."
Teague gasps softly, eyes filling with pain. "No..I loved you...I still..." Santi sees his eyes flicker up, then widen slightly, his lips forming the word "no.." He hears the distictive clickclick of a bullet being chambered, and befor he can whip around, or even duck well, the bullet tears through his shoulder. Everyone in Hollywood portays this so macho, but the truth is it rocks his body, and his consciousness almost explodes. He hears Teague cry out, and feels himself being pulled down. Befor he goes into shock, bleeding on the cabin floor, he sees the face of his assailent...a pretty, familiar face. He *knew* Teague had a twin..a homicidal one. The *bad* twin. He looks almost exactly like Teague, except for the look of absolute, cold fury in his eyes, and the gun in his hand. Teague is pleading. Santi can hear it distantly. The twin is named Micheal...Santi hears that too befor passing out.
End
