I scanned a total of 45 pictures today. Most of it was old summer art.
…. I’m likely going to change the fuck out of Panyk’s face because WHY DO I KEEP DRAWING HIM SO WIMPY.
he isnt. he really isn’t wimpy at all.
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(Submitted by grahamcracka)
I’m sure any whump fans will get this.
I hope never to meet my characters in a dark alley.
Poor Koda
Poor Lute
……-stares at Momo-
eyes shift over to ulrik
oh oops
Jaden
that boy and his Stockholm Syndrome
‘Caliber.’
The way he said it, the way he added a ‘heh’ if he was speaking in confidence to the redhead.
Rarely was it said unkindly.
He wished he could hear Vaelis say his name in soft tones, or have his name fall from the older males lips accidentally, between panted breaths.
He wished he knew why once the door shut and locked, he would’t hear his name again until it was over. Until he was being ushered out and told his next task outside the walls.
Part of him told him this was just a stress reliever, something to keep them both calm, something casual. Another part of him wanted it to be more. Caliber liked to think that was the human blood in his veins that was responsible for those thoughts, when he wasn’t denying he even had them.
It was a pain really, the little voice in the back of his head that told him he wanted more. Wanted some sort of commitment, some sort of feeling from the pureblood. Time after time, he would try and drown it out, try to simply accept the truth.
Love had nothing to do with what he and his superior did behind closed doors. He knew that.
“Panyk!”
“Fuck off, half-breed. I’m leaving.”
“Pan-”
“I said!” He stopped as arms encircled him from behind, a lightly freckled chin resting on his shoulder. “.. w-what are you…?”
Caliber nuzzled into the short shorn black hair behind the other’s pierced ear, his fingers linking together as he pulled Panyk’s back against his bare chest, letting his warmth seep through the thin t-shirt the smaller of the two wore.
“I never said no, Pan.”
A chunk from Running From Dawn….
Panyk woke with a start, sitting bolt up in his bed and blue eyes peering through the darkness of his small room, a faint amber glow coming through the doubled curtains that covered the closed shuttered window next to his bed.
It was only late afternoon. There was no reason for him to be awake. He blinked slowly, a hand coming up to rub at his face tiredly. Perhaps he’d been having a dream? That must have been it. Damn, and he’d really needed that sleep too, what with his more recent late mornings…
There was a bit of a scraping noise, and then a muffled thump from the other side of the room. His door. There was something at his door.
The vampire flung his covers from his waist, and stepped down with bare feet onto the cold wooden floor, wincing as he did. That bed was awful nice and warm, and here he was leaving it. His curiosity was becoming more and more controlling, it seemed.
Panyk hurried to his door, opening it the slightest amount at first to peek out.
A flair of orange had him flinging the door open to look down at Caliber, who sat with his legs crossed under him and in a daze in front of his room.
“Caliber! Do you have any idea how risky that is?! What if someone had seen you!” he hissed quietly, glaring down at the younger teen. There was a bit of a cough in response, and emerald eyes looked up at him through a wince.
“I… didn’t know where else to go?” the redhead offered, looking from the other, down to a roll of bandage in his hand, and then back up. “I can’t do it by myself.” there was a lost and scared tone to his usual masculine voice.
That was when Panyk’s mouth fell open.
Tuffs of orange hair were singed, there was a scrape on his freckled cheek, jeans were torn, and the entire shoulder of Caliber’s black hoodie was soaked in dark blood.
“Holy fuck, what happened!?” He helped the halfbreed to his feet and ushered him inside the bedroom, closing the door quickly behind him.
“I… had a bit of a reaction…”
“Reaction? To what?”
“My magic.”
Panyk stopped where he stood while Caliber slumped down on the corner of the older boy’s bed, looking up at him rather helplessly.
“Why now?” Panyk’s usual scratch to his voice was gone, the words softer than usual, and carrying a hint of concern. “You’re only eighteen. It shouldn’t be happening yet.”
“Vaelis has gotten me to do so many spells, its kinda possible I’ve sped it up… Isn‘t it?”
Fuck, that was true. Fuck, fuck FUCK.
This was not happening. Not yet. Oh Fuck.
Panyk helped lift the redhead’s arms up, and gingerly peel his blood-soaked shirt from ivory skin. He winced, chewing his lip as he dropped the material into a pile on the floor. Why now. Why once his hatred had begun to fade?
It had been fine, knowing that Caliber had a very limited lifespan. It had been just dandy. It had meant that once the halfbreed blew himself up, Panyk would have a chance to step up. It would be a promotion.
But now he didn’t want it.
If it meant losing the only person he might be able to trust… He didn’t want Caliber to disappear.
“We… we should get you to the showers.. I can’t bandage it if there’s dirt in it.. You’ll get an infection.” He brushed orange bangs out of the others face, examining the scrape on his cheek as he went. Some of the skin had been torn.. He was missing a couple freckles… “If you weren’t half mage, you wouldn’t even… Wouldn’t even have to worry about infections. You’d heal right back.”
Caliber looked up at him suddenly, emerald eyes softening almost instantly as he caught sight of the other boy.
“Pan… why are you crying?”
He hastily wiped his arm across his eyes, trying to rid himself of the tears that trickled down his cheeks. Fuck, why was he getting so emotional? It wasn’t like it was the end of the world. It wasn’t like he himself was dying. That wouldn’t happen. But…
“No one else will be awake. We should go to the showers, and wash your shoulder out. It… hasn’t stopped bleeding yet.” He voice cracked even as he spoke, causing Caliber to press his good hand to the older boy’s cheek softly.
“Panyk… whats wrong? Why are you so-”
“Don’t worry about it. I need to get you cleaned up. Lets go.” he sniffled, pushing away the comforting hand with a scowl. Getting to his feet, Panyk helped the redhead back up, and with his injured arm over his thin shoulder, he wrapped his own arm around the mage’s waist and lead him back to the door.
The hallways were, as expected, vacant. It had to be nearly noon, so the others would all be asleep.
Up a flight up stairs, which seemed to be taken at an agonizingly slow pace, and into the shower rooms. Large and open, somehow always feeling warmer than the rest of the mansion, even if the shower heads themselves were still.
Panyk helped Caliber get over and underneath one before turning it on, and using a cloth from the supply cupboard in the room, began to gingerly wipe away the still oozing blood from the gash in the younger boy’s skin.
“Panyk… it’s okay… I’m not hurt that badly…” Caliber offered, looking down at the teen. Black hair hung limp in his eyes as he worked, not looking up while he picked out a piece of gravel. “And… I’ve reacted like this before. But it was a while ago.”
The other flinched, but continued to work away, his own shirt and jeans getting wet from the spray of warm shower water. Caliber was silent a while before his growl escaped him, his daze having worn off almost the instant water had touched his freckled skin.
“Panyk.” He narrowed his eyes, and brought his free hand up and under the other’s chin, tilting his face up to look him in the eye. “Whats wrong? Don’t say nothing, because something is. You’re never this quiet.”
Blue eyes darted away, not making eye contact, and chewing his piercing. Caliber softened his touch, figuring gentleness seemed to work better for some odd reason when it came to the older teen.
“Pan… come on. What’s got you so upset?”
With was a long, torn sounding sigh that echoed over the constant spray of shower water that rained down on the two, and slowly, Panyk moved forward. Thin arms wrapped around bare torso, and his face nuzzled into the redhead’s freckled chest.
“You’re… dying.”
This… was not a new concept. Caliber had known about it for as long as he could remember. A fatal mix of mage blood. Destined to die young, go out with a bang, quite literally. But… why was this being brought up? Panyk had known for the longest time. Hell, before Caliber had been called into Vaelis’ office that fateful day, Panyk had teased him about it.
“yeah, I am…” He sighed, nodding slowly. “Always have been, you knew that.”
“I just…” there was a bit of a squeeze around his midriff. “now things are different.”
“They are?” it slipped out before he could stop it, and he knew by the way Panyk stiffened, he’d hurt him.
“Yeah. They are.” there was a broken sound to his voice. A gravely sound. Fuck. The dark haired boy sniffled loudly, angrily burying his face into the v of the halfbreed’s chest. “You’re such an ass. Of course things are different.” Hot tears touched his skin, and Caliber gasped.
“Panyk… I’m sorry.. I… I didn’t think. Fuck. Of course things are different.”
“You’re the only person around this hell hole I think I might be able to trust.”
Emerald eyes went wide, but Caliber gingerly wrapped his arms around the smaller teen’s shoulders, holding him close, not noticing the soaked fabric that now clung to both of their chests.
“Fuck, Caliber.” He choked out a sob, eyes shut tight against the damaged halfbreed. “I actually care. You’re actually important. This was not supposed to happen!”
