Revenge... Ch 20 Excerpt

Revenge... Ch 20 excerpt

“You want to suffer?” Trouble left the wool blanket burritoed and belted around Paris’ legs, listening to the dull thuds his body made smacking into each step as he maintained his grip of Paris’ hair. “Does this feel as horrible as you hoped for?” Trouble sneered, releasing Paris and letting the back of his head smack down on the main deck. 

Paris groaned weakly, his eyes rolling in his head as he tried to catch his breath between cries of pain.

“No more splint for you.” Trouble yanked the bandage loose and watched Paris turn white as it unraveled, wobbling the broken halves of his forearm out of sync until it drifted free. Paris’ mouth was open in a silent scream, but the first choked sob didn’t come out until after the bandage was billowing across the deck in the breeze. “That’s it, scream for me, cowboy.” Trouble gave Paris a kick in the side to flip him onto his stomach.

“S-s-ssstop,” Paris bawled, too dizzy and wracked by hurts to even attempt crawling away.

“Why would a monster want to do that, huh?” Trouble’s teeth were pointed in his grin. He glanced off toward shore and felt a thrill seeing two sailors returning in the small speedboat with Valentín and a hooded, restrained figure he could only assume was Becker. 

“I c-can’t--”

“Sorry, what was that?” Trouble planted his foot on Paris’ lower back and leaned weight onto him. “You can’t what?”

“Don’t!”

“Aww. Is it too hawd to bweathe wifout your oxygen mask, widdle man?”

Paris wheezed and scrambled with his good hand to find something to grab onto, anything to drag himself away from his tormentor.

If you'd like to see the art I would pair with this chapter, the talented creator of Paris and Valentín has it posted here: https://www.tumblr.com/elgrajaz/688783382591815680/lord-huron-love-like-ghosts-there-aint-a

It’s true and you should say it.

Revenge and Recompense: Ch 18 - excerpt

It felt like he’d only just closed his eyes when Trouble was jarred awake by something. He inhaled deeply and turned his face away from the noise as if that could silence it. “Quit,” he grumbled, still half asleep.

“--please, I can’t breathe in here.”

Trouble groaned softly, then winced when Paris coughed. Even through the canvas, the sound of coughing was unpleasant. As his brain had a chance to process, Trouble suspected Paris had been coughing and begging for a few minutes at least. A glance at the porthole was more than enough to judge that it was past sunrise; Trouble had hoped to sleep until early afternoon with the late night he’d had. It wasn’t like him to sleep so deeply, but he had fed well, and he really was tired from having to torture two people at the same time. Especially when he could only feed properly off one of them...

“Just my face? Please.” More coughing. “I’ll be good.” The way that Paris was breathing sounded like he was on the verge of a panic attack. 

“Ugh,” Trouble sighed. “Fine, if it’ll shut you up.” He sat up and scrubbed his eyes, then picked at the knot. Yawning again, he pulled the rope free of the top few d-rings for good measure, then unzipped the sleepsack until he could see Paris’ face. 

Paris’ eyes were wide with fear as he fought to drag in deeper breaths.

“Shit.” Trouble frowned, getting a closer look at Paris’ mouth. Were his lips...bluish? “I’m going to let you out of there and help you sit up.” The sleepiness vanished as he ripped the rope free of all the d-rings and yanked the zipper all the way open. He put one arm around Paris’ shoulders and supported his splint with the other, easing him into sitting upright against the wall. 

gentle reminder to you — yes, you — that your writing is better than you think it is and it’s okay to feel proud of it

Folks have got to understand that they probably aren't messed up by some Secret Big Trauma that they just can't remember; but rather by a million tiny microtraumas that they do mostly remember but don't even register as traumatic because nobody actually understood that these things would cause trauma, much less stack on each other over the years.

I would rather spend a lifetime with you, than face all the Ages of this world alone.

*t4t indigiqueers your fantasy otp* (inspired by @neechees gif sets!!)