𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓻'𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼

i know no one follows me here anymore but i rlly love love love @foundgold my becca bear < 3 if ANYONE sees this pls give her a look . i’ve known her for almost two years & she is one of the best writers & best & nicest people i will ever meet <3 always puts others needs before her own <3 she’s a blessing to this world <3

*la reverie effort #452345 to get this blog back up & running but i miss av so much & now that summer is here i feel so so so free & like i can finally breathe again n idk if anyone i used to write w is still here but if you'd like to get smtn goin like this & i'll make a little thing & hit u up for some plotting ?

if there was but one  thing that Avery knew how to do BEST it was to  tease. he was such a WICKED little thing! the face of an angel with the mind ( and  predilection ) of a  d e m o n . he wore his guise well, the very EPITOME of innocence and it had been such  dirty  little tricks that Michael had first found himself COMPLETELY seduced. watching as he sucked upon himself ( wicked,  wicked  boy! ) Michael could do little but MOAN in delight at the  spectacle  he presented. he all too often believed that Avery had been the INVENTOR of seduction; certainly he would joke that he was  old enough. “ DANCE, hmm? is that an invitation to do so  here? or would you rather go out into the world and RISK a scene? ” all too often their games ended in  bloodshed, physical confrontation being the LEAST of their worries. turning on his side, he watched his beloved’s continued  display  with a soft HUM of interest, head resting in a cupped hand. 

“ is that  how you saw me? DESPERATE to please the one who made me,  ravenous  for your approval? ” the recollection was not incorrect, but he did so ENJOY Avery’s telling of the tale.   one thing had been  certain. since their first night together,  Avery had become his FAVOURITE addiction and one he was  completely incapable of living without. not that he would have it any other way. no, this might seem HELLISH to many, but to the vampire it was as close to  paradise as he was ever likely to get. 

                                  a slow nod & he smiled at the treasured memory . ❜ i still remember you . . . on my bed , covered in my blood & begging for more . ❛ pauses as he gazes affectionately down at his lover of old , ❜ you told me it was the best thing you had ever tasted . ❛ legs tangled between his lover's , he smiled at his michael , ❜ it was as if we were betrothed . . . so in love & you were so dedicated to me . . . only me . ❛ a new possessiveness in his soft , boyish , voice , turning to gaze out the window , the starlight was their friend , the moon ---- knew their deepest secrets . but truly . . . they only had each other .

nothing was more beloved to the vampire than the one who made him all that he was. how could any other EVER hope to hold his heart when they had been at each other’s sides for close to 2000 years? Avery was one of the most ANCIENT vampires alive, one of the  first   of their kind. as such, the POWER that was nested inside of his  fragile   looking form was dizzying. their TEASING never amounted to much; no matter which of them was the  instigator, they would always come home to one another. still, surely there was NO HARM in playing their little games, was there? certainly, the mortals who were  caught up  ( and often KILLED ) in the name of their passion would disagree, but Michael found himself  unable  to care.

as Avery sprawled over his chest a soft GROWL slid from parted lips as his eyes  fixed  upon the other, tongue reaching out to rest against the tip of a SHARPENED canine. “ what’s  wrong, darling? don’t want to play when you are not the SUBJECT of attention? ” pushing himself up on his elbows, he tilted his head, an entirely  wicked expression upon his face. but Avery’s  worried  statement stirred his long DEAD heart, lips pressing to the corner of his beloved’s with a shake of his head. “ do you think that I could find  anyone  who could ever CAPTIVATE me like you? my sire, you have  held my heart  ever since you gave me this SACRED gift. I am y o u r s . ”

                                  rolling off of the other to lay on his back next to his lover , he smiled distantly , ❜ i'm yours . . . always . ❛ reaches out to cup the other's cheep gently before tossing his hair out of his eyes . fingers glide over his own stomach gently , he pushed the fabric away , giggling gently . ❜ i remember when you were young to this . . . you were to eager to impress me . ❛

what wicked games Avery plays! were it any other, Michael would have NO PATIENCE, but this was the being responsible for his very creation, his place in this world. had it not been for the intervention of the crafty little creature, Michael would have expired almost two full millennia ago. Avery PULLS at him and the beast growls  his response, the actions of the other doing little to satiate the LUST he felt whenever the other was near. it was  intoxicating, a heady rush that he was never able to rid himself of no matter how HARD he might have tried in the past. all roads led back here, to  this bed, where be BELONGED. he had been about to kiss him when the little HARLOT withdrew, skipping from their resting place as if this was all part of a  game. to Avery, a being whose age eclipsed that of Jesus Christ himself, life itself was no more than SPORT, something to occupy oneself with to keep the tedium at bay.

“ you wish to go into the town? ” sitting up, he scrubbed a hand over his face. they had  fed  for the evening and he had believed that their time would now be spent doing what they did BEST, but it seemed Avery had other plans in store for them. “ very well. but if I catch the eye of another, do not  blame me if I find my head turned for the night. ” ah yes. TWO could play at this game!

                                 brow arches as he lays upon the other's frame once more , head dipping to rest upon the other's shoulder . hand roaming his lover's form , ❜ perhaps our time is better spent . . . here . ❛ humming softly , the vampire pulls away once again , only to gaze into his michael's eyes once more , ❜ but i would fancy some wine . ❛ hinting saucily . though the games they played were dangerous , their love was an unbreakable one , so enraptured with one another , the world fell away when they were together . what could be better than an eternal love ? ❜ you could never leave my side . ❛ he whispers , tone : borderline questioning .

there was little  that could be done when an IDEA came to Avery’s mind. Michael had learned long ago that he was helpless  to resist his maker; even when he believed himself TRIUMPHANT Av’s will would out in the end. in truth, he didn’t terribly mind. it was their  dynamic, one that WORKED for them and he could not imagine a better fate than so  completely  committing his will to the one he loved the most. a soft GROWL slid past plush lips as Avery nibbled at him, one hand coming to rest at the base of his sire’s neck. “ tell me now, do you only wish to go so you can  flirt? drive me WILD with jealousy? ” it was a game that Heron liked to play, one that Michael would never   quite  be able to understand. “ you speak of us as though we are two ELDERLY old crones,  incapable  of having fun. ”

stroking blonde curls back off his LOVELY countenance, Michael found himself  completely  overwhelmed by just how DEEPLY he loved the other. his life was a  dedication, a humble offering to an immortal being far GREATER than he would  ever  be. one who held him CAPTIVE, heart and soul.

                                     ❜ but you are as beautiful as the first time i saw you . ❛ a dreamy tone ghosts over him before he pulls away , sliding off of his lover's lap until his feet brush over the carpet , padding over to the window , leaning back against the wall , he had centuries in his mind , but only ONE day would he treasure more than all the others . ❜ cmon ! take me out michael ! ❛

for almost two centuries  they had lived like this, in such a state of ROMANCE that it would appear to the  outside world  as if their love was  n e w . never in his mortal lifetime had Michael fallen quite so COMPLETELY for another. but Avery had shaken him to his   core and when the wicked little siren crooned to him all of the sweet promises of a life, a love, eternal he had WILLINGLY followed where he led. in their time together, his maker had learned to  play him  like a fiddle, how BEST to get his way even when Michael was in a  foul mood. now was no exception.

“ go out? with PEOPLE? ugh… ” one look  into those beautiful eyes, mingled with the soft CARESS of his fingers against his nape was all it took. “ very well, then.  where  do you want to go? ”

                                  ❜ the city . . . i'd like to go to a restaurant . . . wanna show you off . ❛ he drawls out with temptation latching onto every quiver of his voice , he knew just the right things to say to steal michael away from his own thoughts . as much as michael belonged to him ----- avery belonged to michael . there was no doubting that the small boy was a flirt . . . with the sole purpose to feel michael's hand tighten around his waist , or to hear a darker tone upon his lover's voice . avery heron was truly wicked for the sake of love . ❜ i wanna dance michael ----- -- wanna dance like we used to . ❛

                                      pushing away from the other's frame , the small boy looked up at his lover , breaking away from the other's embrace . grinning as he tossed his soft blonde hair out of his eyes . ❜ michael . . . i wanna go out again . . . can we go out now ? ❛ reaching up to drag his fingertips over the back of his lover's neck , leaning in to kiss the corner of his lips gently . ❜ cmon don't you wanna take me out ? ❛ michael still tasted like blood & wine & everything avery found so addicting , everytime avery looked at this man it was like the first time . bold , chiseled , like no man he had ever seen . & perhaps it was selfish to steal him all for himself . . . turning him like that . but now ---- -- they lay together like every night since & the love they share surpasses all their sins .

reflecting upon  what it was that had led them to this moment, this rather  beautiful  impasse, Michael pondered what it WAS about him that had kept Avery coming back for more, even when he was at his very  worst. it was not in his nature to be a CRUEL man and yet this relationship had knocked him for six. he hadn’t felt this way since Giselle passed, hadn’t allowed it. foolishly, he had believed that he  understood  his sexuality. that this little affair was nothing more than a passing FIXATION that would be over soon enough. and yet the more he saw Avery, the harder it was becoming to form a picture of his life without him. it was infuriating. “ oh, I like the classics, y’know? actually really miss this one we got back home, called lilt. tastes like…I dunno.  grapefruit  I guess? just this really sweet tropical pop and…christ, I remember being SO PISSED after I came here and found out that America didn’t have it…haven’t thought about that in…so long. ” shaking himself from the memories of the past, he cleared his throat, already moving to do the drying up on INSTINCT. it was unusual indeed that he allowed any vulnerability  to show. his life before he came to America was such a DISTANT memory now. one that he tried to put behind him, though there were days, months even, when he longed to  escape  back to Ireland with Lucy. give her a fresh start back there, so far away from all of this. the soft PRESS of Avery’s cheek to his bicep caused him to glance down, a small smile, a  true smile, upon his lips. “ y’know, I’m real GLAD you came t’me, ” he confessed, leaning back against the counter and fixing Avery with a look “ you…are  far from what I was expectin’ but…I guess life is NEVER quite what we want it t’be. ” chewing the inside of his cheek for a moment, he sighed “ m’not sure  knowin’  me is a wise idea for you though, Av. I’m… I’m not a GOOD MAN. not really. if I was, I woulda walked away from the club when Lucy was born. I woulda been there when her mama… ” wincing, he scrubbed a hand down his face, clearing his throat “ c’mon. I’ll show you t’your room, where the shower is and all that jazz. getcha all SETTLED for the evenin’. ”

a  darkness  had poisoned the happy moment that they had been enjoying, thoughts of Giselle pushing their way back into the very FOREFRONT of his mind. how could he have this…person, how even to DESCRIBE what they shared at this point was a mystery he could not quite muddle through, in her house…he had to be out of his mind. pausing when they reached the stairs, he turned to Avery with a frown “ I’m not gonna say this twice but…y’make me  happy. an’ that’s more than I DESERVE, Av. ”

                         presses his palm flattly against the other's chest and his soft smile dances against his pink lips . bare faced and gentle . . . it had been a long time since he had been in a h o m e . some place that made him feel so safe . usually avery and michael were cooped up in some hotel room . . . sometimes in the back of a car . ❜ don't make me cry michael . . . cmon show me upstairs . . . yeah ? ❛ slips his hand into the other's and takes a few steps up the stairs tugging the older male with him . mumbling softly , ❜ i still feel terrible taking the bed . . . i shouldn't --- -- really . ❛ arching a brow and turning to face the other , ❜ you sure . . . you sure she won't mind me ? ❛

there were moments  when he looked so  vulnerable  it was hard to get a GRASP on what was happening. indeed, so  insidious was the situation that this time Michael did not withdraw from the TEASING touch ‘pon his thigh. Avery was shaking him up, slithering into his psyche without his knowledge and tempting him with ideas that had never even  crossed his mind  before now. yet was the concept really SO distasteful? if it was  just one night  then come tomorrow life would continue. God knows he’d come here tonight in the hopes of FEELING something; perhaps this little  dalliance   would offer him the excitement he’d been seeking. “ France, huh? never been. ” even after almost sixteen years in the States, his Irish lilt was still STRONG. “ came here m’self as a lad. ” he murmured, close to sharing his  own tale of woe before rethinking it. some people paid prostitutes to hear their problems but to Michael they were ENTIRELY for function. half of the mc didn’t even know his story, why share it with anyone else? even Lucy knew   only what he had told her; dragging up the past was always the most  FRUITLESS endeavor, when they had so much  present  to concern themselves with. 

“ but yeah…I mean, s’a BEAUTIFUL language.  romantic  and all that. ” without realizing it, he had shifted just a LITTLE closer. there had been other girls in the bar  vying for his attention tonight ( he was a REGULAR in these parts after all ) but they  paled in comparison to what Avery seemed to offer, with his pouting lips, coy personality and EXOTIC mannerisms. and he’d drank  just  enough for this all to seem like an ENTIRELY plausible idea. “ whaddaya even  doin’  here with me? ” he asked softly.

                                the final question made his brows quirk and a look that made him look all too vulnerable . but in a moment it was gone again . breathes out softly , ❜ don't know . . . ❛ glances from the other's eyes to his lips ---- inhales slowly , ❜ you're handsome . ❛ bites down on his lower lip and then dips his head , curls brush over the other's shoulder as . their eye contact never breaking , ❜ you every kissed a boy ? ❛ asks it slowly . . . he wasn't aiming to start problems now . . . just didn't want this man getting bored of him .

his words  seemed to fall upon deaf ears. Michael was used to this, being the father of an especially WILLFULL sixteen year old. would Avery still harbor interest in spending the night if he knew that? given that he seemed to be in it for the  money ( an INSULT in and of itself ) Michael wouldn’t be at all surprised. how many times had the beautiful youth put himself in this situation? throwing himself in  harm’s way  for what? the thrill of it? the need to TURN another guy who believed himself to be straight? Michael knew   that sexuality was a fluid thing, but that didn’t mean that HE could be so easily swayed. at least, this was what he  b e l i e v e d . “ I’m not  hateful  so ya can stop barkin’ up THAT tree. ” he murmured, waving over the waiter for another two drinks ( one of which was  swiftly   chased by the other ) “ nor m’I as old as ya think so do me a favor and stop ACTIN’ as though y’know  shit  about me just because I don’t wanna BUY what you’re sellin’ ”

god it made his heart  ache to think of Lucy in this position. because Avery too was someone’s child once, had been LOVED and nurtured just like his own daughter. what had  happened to him to send his life down this path? had there been a BREAK with his family, or was the connection never really there to begin with? Giselle had what they then called simply the baby blues  after having Lucy, but with enough love and support she had been able to work through it. not everyone was so lucky. finding himself  intrigued  by the French, he did not make a move just yet. instead, he waited until Avery was finished before looking at him with a rather MUDDLED expression. “ we aren’t talkin’ about  me  right now… where’d ya learn that? the French? ”

                                a tiny smile twinged at his lips as he doesn't take his eyes away from the other . his french is something he doesn't often expose . people tend to respond to it in different ways . . . hateful or not . ❜ je me vois toujours comme une salope ? ❛ he felt knowing a different language gave him some sort of edge . it made him different in some sort of ordinary way . places his hand on the other's knee , pushing his limits once more . waiting for the other to push his hand away or an even angrier reaction .                        avery was used to getting due reactions for his stupid notions . ❜ do you like it ? ❛

as the boy presses  c l o s e r , Michael goes STIFF as stone. a low growl slips past his lips as he scoots away, dark brows coming to PINCH in a glower that seemed entirely capable of stripping the paint from the walls, such was its  intensity. he feels personally SLIGHTED by the insinuation; curiosity may have led him  this far  but the wild ASSUMPTIONS that Avery is only too happy to make pushes him to the point of violence. what STOPS him was a promise made to Lucy, a  vow  that tonight was not going to end in fisticuffs. she had a school show coming up and wanted more than ANYTHING for him to be able to come and see her perform. it was, after all, her  first  solo in this school and he wouldn’t miss it for the world. he wouldn’t throw all that away on some POOF. not when it would break his daughter’s heart. ‘sides which, Cassie had been riding him lately about just what he had been  exposing  her to. a hate crime would go down about as well as a lead balloon. 

“ look. I dunno WHY I sat down here, but it’s pretty clear it was a  mistake. I’m not, I’ve NEVER been, that way inclined an’ for you t’just  assume… ” upper lip curling, he shook his head, calloused hands forming FISTS against the table “ m’not the  daddy  type. m’not gonna pay some little SLUT t’expand my horizons. they’re  plenty  broad enough, cheers all the same. ” scrubbing a hand over his mouth, he shook his head. perhaps he should PUNCH the lad for good measure.  really get the message across. little fucker. but again, his daughter’s PLEADING expression comes to mind and instead he unclenches with a  sigh. “ whatcha DOING here, kid? gonna getcha  teeth  knocked out chattin’ like that in these parts… ”

                                  leaning up to ask the waiter softly in his native tongue , ❜ quelque chose de fort s'il vous plaît .❛ sighing softly , turning his focus back to the man who had ( unfortunately ) captured his interest for the night . ❜ you wouldn't be the first . ❛ breathing out softly , it was hard to picture such a glasslike boy all beaten and bruised , but it happened more often than imagined . the faded scars on his own wrists and his stomach ; brothers to those on his chest and neck . inhaling slowly , his smile widened . a twisted little quirk of his lips , ❜ but may i ask . . . why are you so afraid of a little taste ? ❛ seemed like tonight he was a little too eager to get his teeth knocked in .

shifting a little,  he moved to sit down. he was  uncertain  as to why; the bloke could offer him NOTHING and yet there was a strange  pull  to him. an invisible chord that seemed to stretch from Avery’s chest to penetrate his own, pulling him that much CLOSER. in his mind, he reasoned that a drink couldn’t  hurt. he was at a loose end, after all and this might turn out to be more FUN than going home to an empty house. 

running his tongue over his teeth, he took a moment to  analyze  the situation, taking note of how it could play out. there was something ABOUT Avery, that much was certain, but why stay here shooting the shit when he could be finding a warm body to take him for the night? “ actually I was here wrapping up a little bit of  business, ” he said with a shrug, ordering his USUAL when the server came around ( it seemed they knew him well enough that he didn’t need to actually say  more than that word ). “ was thinking of calling it a night when you came by…now I’m not rightly sure WHAT I’m doing,” there was an edge of  amusement  to his tone as he glanced at the other, almost as if sizing him up. “ don’t usually spend my time with PRETTY BOYS. not much my  scene. ”

                                      oh he had heard that excuse before , every man who had never touched a boy wanted to tell that to himself , most were afraid from trailing away from the norm . reaching up to cup the other male's cheek gently he arched a brow slightly and realigned their gaze , whispering softly , ❜ why not give me a chance ? maybe i can change your mind . . . ❛ smiling his soft far away smile . there was something in the twinkle in his eyes that betrayed his tired soul , his experience beyond his years .                               this hadn't always been his life , he had been once made of rich nights on the town , indulging on ridiculous hors d'oeuvres at parties and placing bets on sports teams . now he was fucking for a place to sleep and saving pennies for his drug money . there was still a pure piece of him , a piece that knew that one day he might just attain happiness , one day he'd have a family , a quiet life in the suburbs maybe . a husband to cook for ------ -- avery had quite the imagination . ❜ just a little kiss . . . that can't hurt . ❛