#Overheard at Murhder’s house “Change it, no French doodles on the TV”

#Overheard at Murhder’s “I thought you were gonna hit him” - “No… I’m just tryin to stop his eye juice from slingin on me.”

May 1, 2013

MurhdersMonster: -Closing the door behind him carefully not to wake the sleeping doctor, he was almost mowed down by a warrior with a mission.  It wasn’t hard to figure out the object of Tohrment’s march so he stayed silent as he fell in behind the brooding brother.   He grinning knowing it was just a matter of time before the once leader of the BDB had reached his breaking point.  Hell, that was obvious over dinner. Lingering quietly as Tohrment opened the door to the prisoner’s suite, he crossed his arms and waited for the fireworks to start.-

Lassiter: *It didn’t take a genius to see that Tohr was taking our guests very existence to heart. Hadn’t seen my traveling partner this out of sorts since we’d gotten thrown out of the MGM Grande, for the second time. Grinning slightly at that memory…good times, good times. So I kept my distance, not wanting to get in the way of the brother’s simmering anger. Lord knows I am ALL about that free-will shit…as Tohr finally made a determined move toward the stairs; I choose to shift into invisibility and follow along on his quest for Bastard enlightenment.*

Tohrment: *Sometimes this cabin was just too damn small. When his pacing threatened to wear a hole in the floor of his room, Tohr took it out into the hall and right to the door of the Bastard that had further upset an already overturned existence. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do when he got to let alone through the door but he couldn’t just pace. It was eating him up inside, not that there was much left after Wellsie…Tohr threw open the door to Throe’s room, hoping the shock and noise would hide the pain that had become his life*.

Throe: -The waiting was killing him.  Whatever was going to happen needed to just happen.  The unknown was driving him mad.  He knew very little of his surroundings or who his captors might be aside from his old friend Murhder, who frankly was unlike himself and the strange male with the metal in his face who brought him in.  The doggen offered very little in information other than the food here was excellent. Eyeing the covered windows one more time, he contemplated yet another escape plan when the door to his room flew open.  He never expected to be face to face with a brother.  The words left his lips before he could stop himself, certain to have sounded as shocked as he was.- Tohrment son of Hharm….

Tohrment: Throe *cold smile* You look comfortable.

Throe: -Swinging his bare feet to the floor, he stood in only a black pair of pajama bottoms. It was obvious that the bastard was healed, perhaps not 100 percent but that the bed rest portion was past.  Nodding to Tohrment, he knew better than to spout venim just yet.-  Yes, your - he looked around the finely appointed cabin room - hide out..-his eyes met Tohr’s again - is very well equipped.

Tohrment: Don’t get up on my account *smirks, studying the Bastard, noting lingering signs of injury but also the unmistakable signs of how far he had already healed* After all, if you do you might actually have to do something rather than just lie around being pitied and having your needs attended to *the unsaid implication that Throe was worth less than a female or a young and here only on the thinnest excuse nonetheless apparent*

MurhdersMonster: -Shit this should be good. Crossing his arms over his bare chest, he leaned in the doorway and laughed at the fact that he and the bastard were wearing the exact same outfit.  He knew it was only a matter of minutes before Throe would say something to ignite Tohrment’s anger and he would have front row seats for the beat down.-

Throe: -Throe smirked. Pitied? Is that what this was? He distinctly remembered being pummeled by the smirking male behind the brother. If that was pity he would hate to witness aggression.-  Well then Tohrment, why don’t you tell me what it is you are planning to do with me and let us get this…execution..under way then?  Or do you plan to torture me first? -Suddenly, the scent of his female angel caught him and he looked to the doorway.  Was it coming from…Murhder? Frowning, he could not stop himself.-  …so, the female who saved me is here? -He looked back to Tohr and frowned-  you offer me your female just to heal me to be tortured?…and you call me the bastard.

Tohrment: How else do you explain your continued existence? *cold anger* You should have died for your treason and well you know it. You chose your path. You knew you would die on it. You have been given the opportunity to heal, against my better judgment it is true, but only a fool would throw such an opportunity away. *studies Throe, expression unreadable* Torture is not my way but if it’s death you want, I will gladly oblige you. Tell me, Throe, are you truly the fool you play?

Throe: -Clenching his teeth, he growled his words softly- It is you who are the fool Torhment..believing a hand full of overgrown warriors will win this war.  While you and your brothers bask in the riches bestowed upon the few chosen, we are out in the field doing your job for you!  -Pointing as he snarled, he did not stop his accusations-  you with your wealth, and Chosen and Shellans!  The female who fed me..is she a chosen, or -looking to Murhder he spat the venom he had earlier tried to swallow- ..or do you share your Shellans like you shared your whores?

Tohrment: *crossing the room without realizing it, his fist connecting with Throe’s face the satisfying solidness of first one then another and another blow wiping the smirk and snarl from the Bastard’s face*

MurhdersMonster: -He barely got one bare foot through the door before Torhment beat him to the punch so to speak.  Stopping, he just grinned as he watched the bastard get what was coming to him.-

Prudence: *Prudence was jolted awake by the unmistakable sound of fighting. Sitting upright it only took a moment to register that MurhdersMonster  was no longer in the room with her. At yet another smacking sound from outside, she untangled her long legs from the bedding and grabbed a white silk robe off the nearby ottoman. Hastily tugging it closed with its sash, Prudence tightened her ponytail and hurriedly left the room in the direction of the drama unfolding. Reaching the room at the end of the hall, it was clear that whoever was fighting meant to continue. Forced to stop just inside the open door, MurhdersMonsters hulking form blocking further entrance to the room as well as the view of inside. Prudence flattened herself against the wall in an attempt to slide past.*

MurhdersMonster: -He was surprised by the sudden appearance of the female in question and grabbed her around the waist stopping her approach. As she struggled, he growled at her ear- Leave it alone, you can’t stop this…

Tohrment: *the world narrowing until there is nothing but the feel of his fist striking Throe’s yielding flesh over and over*

Prudence: *Suddenly finding herself completely ensnared in vice-like arms Prudence struggled as best she could until she felt her feet leave the floor. Finally able to see into the room it was clear that Tohrment was out to kill the warrior they’d just saved. Screaming at Tohr with as much breath as she could get out she kicked MurhdersMonsters kneecaps and tried to bite the arm closest to her face.* STOP! Tohr Stop!

Throe: -He had expected some sort of reaction from either of the males but he had not expected the power in which Tohrment had launched at him.  Fighting back as best he could, he found himself on the floor beneath the brother, taking yet another brutal beating.  It was the sound of the female’s voice that had him halting his defense and looking toward the door.  Through his bloodied vision, he saw her face for the first time and froze. His angel..his chosen.-  

Tohrment: *ignoring everything except his fists pounding on Throe*

Lassiter: *Staying just to the left of the WWF action gave me a great view of the entire show. Who could have foreseen Prudence’s arrival at just the perfect moment to ratchet up the stakes. Not missing a single adoring look on Throe’s face as he caught sight of our little doctor and her attempt to intervene on his behalf. Hoping to keep the entertainment flowing I grabbed onto the back of Tohrment’s shirt and easily lifted him off with a toss to the side of the room. At the sudden complete stillness of all I realized I’d neglected to retake visible form before the heroics. * Oops…my bad *Becomes visible with a sheepish grin.*.

MurhdersMonster: -Backing out into the hallway with Prudence after witnessing the divine hand of Lassiter the invisible, he was too busy trying to keep from getting bit to notice the hearts and birds circling Throe’s busted up head when he caught sight of Prudence.  Pulling her down the hallway with him, he tucked her under his arm when she stopped struggling.-  Bastard’s  off limits..too dangerous… -Putting her to her feet beside the doorway, he gave her a little push inside.- get cleaned up..let’s have breakfast..

Tohrment: *Shaking his head to clear it, finding himself sitting beside the door just as suddenly and unexpectedly as he had found himself landing the first punch to Throe’s face minutes before, wondering if he’d killed the Bastard*

Lassiter: *Ignoring Throe completely I walked over to Tohr and offered him a hand up from the floor. Slapping him on the back as I herded him toward the door.* Come on Balboa, your rep as the Italian Stallion is in tact.. let’s let this one live to fight another day..

Throe: -His swelling eyes never left the blonde even as she was pulled aside by his former friend. The white of her robes gave away her chosen status. It wasn’t until the slamming door resounded that he was jolted back to reality. Pulling himself up from the floor with some effort, he sat on the bed and wiped at his bloodied…everything. His nose was broken for sure and his eyes were quickly swelling shut. Reaching up, he positioned his nose back into place and inched his way toward the bathroom to clean away the blood. He was less sure now of his fate than ever but what he did know was he would find out who the chosen was even if it killed him..which…he sighed.. it probably would.- #LeftHoldingtheFist

May 1, 2013

MurhdersMonster

-Lying in the darkness of the bedroom, he listened to their heavy breaths mingled together as both stared at the ceiling.  The sex had never been the issue between them, and this roll about with Prudence was no different. Teetering just on the edge of unbound, they had certainly never failed to please one another, nor had either seemed ashamed after the deed had been done. This time however, despite the multiple happy endings for each of them, something was hindering her.  He could feel it in the way she seemed to feel out each touch, each kiss, each stroke of hand…she was being..careful. LIke he..the warrior..the beast..was delicate.  For the first time, he had actually felt like her patient..and despite the whole playing doctor scenario, it really just fucking sucked. Rising up on his elbows, he looked over to her and could see through her sated bliss. His rough, deep voice broke through the peace in the room and washed over her naked form like an approaching army-  you want to tell me what’s on your mind doctor?

Prudence

*I was perfectly content to lie peacefully beside the male, who despite all his efforts to remain distant, I’d begun to think of as mine. My fingertips brushed lightly over the new bite mark at my throat and I smiled softly as slightly sore spots began to make themselves known across my body. It had surly been awhile. I felt the bed shift and looked over to see the stormy expression on MurhdersMonster’s handsome face. Seems this moment of peace between us was to be short lived. As he asked his question, I shifted up, pressing him back against the soft bed. Settling myself partly across his hard chest I rested my cheek against his skin, able to hear the sound of his massive heart.* You’ve been gone a long time… and when he’s here Murhder has been out of sorts as well. I’d like to know what’s going on…

MurhdersMonster

-Damn but the little doctor knew just what to do to calm the rage inside of him.  Wrapping his arms around her possessively he sighed on a growl at the mention of his weaker half.- what’s going on is that he’s an imbecile…he’s grasping for straws now and truthfully? I don’t know what the fuck happened.  I ain’t overly fond of the hair cut. -He knew there would be more questions..there always was more questions but at least he didn’t mind answering them so much like this..skin to skin, sated and well pleased.-

Prudence

*Trying to hang onto as light a mood as possible I growled lowly and nipped his skin hard with my fangs.* He’s not an imbecile, and neither are you. *Turning to look up at him I rested my chin on his chest.* The hair cut… well, not his best idea. *Grinning I reached over and tugged a short end of it.* So…what do you think of the cabin?

MurhdersMonster

-He flinched slightly at the unexpected nip and had to admit to liking this side of his doctor.  Running his large rough hands up along her back in an unusually tender gesture, he shrugged-  Not bad..nice and secluded though too many cocks strutting around in it for my liking. -he snarled a little-  ..and the angel best back off if he doesn’t want me ripping off those fucking wings of his.

Prudence

*Deciding that it was probably now or never, I took a deep breath and slipping up higher held his gaze directly.* Speaking of Lassiter… he told me that he overheard a conversation you were having with Murhder. *Despite the sudden tension and the instant drop in room temperature, I knew I needed to push forward. It might be ages before I had another chance with him alone. Speaking quietly, as if the volume alone could soften the words I tried not to let my concern show.* He said that Murhder could actually SEE you…

MurhdersMonster

-He gripped her a little tighter as he gritted his teeth, that fucking angel had a big fucking mouth.  Clenching his jaw, he hissed through his fangs.-  He needs to keep his trap shut and mind his own fucking business. But you’re not gonna stop until we talk about this are you.  He watched her shake her head, which caused a growl to rumble through his chest- FUCK. -Rolling her off of his chest, he sat up on the side of the bed and ran a hand roughly through his short shaggy hair.-  yeah..he can.

Prudence

*Feeling those three little words like a physical blow, unable to really believe that MurhdersMonster had admitted to the angel’s story. Now that the confirmation lay between us I wasn’t sure what to say. At least this explained Murhder’s distracted behavior lately. I sat up slowly and reached out to touch his shoulder, ready to ignore the flinch I knew would come. Might as well get everything said* He’s gaining strength. *Not a question, just a statement of what we both knew. I hung my feet off the bed and pulled the bed sheet over as a cover up.* What do you want to do?

MurhdersMonster

-He didn’t flinch, nor did he pull away. Her warmth and concern seemed genuine and how long had it been since he had actually craved companionship. Looking down to her, he frowned in confusion - what do you mean do?  I want him gone, that’s what I want to do. -He wondered just how much the angel had told her about “the plan”.- …there is a way you know… -He was ready for her protest.  He knew how much Prudence adored the half wit that lived inside of him.-

Prudence

*I leaned forward to catch his eyes as I nodded slowly. Sure that a look of surprise had to clearly be seen on my face.* Lassiter told me…I’m not sure I trust him completely, but if there is a chance for you and you’d like to take it…. I’ll help all that I can.

MurhdersMonster

-He met her gaze with apprehension and suspicion.  Was she just telling him what he wanted to hear or was it true that he was the favorite of the two. Letting his gaze linger as he studied her gaze, he turned away and growled.-  I don’t think you realize that means getting rid of him..completely…forever.

Prudence

*Unprepared for the direction the conversation had taken I couldn’t speak for a few moments. I wanted to jump up and wrap my arms around MurhdersMonster and let him know that I’d already made peace with that outcome; but fear of his possible reaction kept me silent. The relationship between us, whatever it was, had never been stated and I didn’t want to scare him away by overwhelming him. Careful not to reach for him I simply said* I understand what it means… *and waited for him to continue.*

MurhdersMonster

-Still not sure she quite understood, his brows knitted and his frown deepened.-  It means he’s gonna die. Go away forever…you won’t see him or talk to him..ever.  -He stressed the last word like someone explaining something to a child. “Eeeeeever.” Waiting for her response, he wasn’t quite sure how to feel if she made it clear that she understood completely. Did that really mean she had picked him?  The psychosomatic, violent monster who..face it..was a complete asshole?  Fuck, how could she want him? Besides, he’d never given her a stupid necklace or a mangy half starved cat or…hell, anything but a hard time.  He surmised the old human adage was true, treat ‘em like shit and they’ll love you for it. Waiting, he leaned in closer just to make sure he would hear her correctly.-

Prudence

*As MurhdersMonster moved closer I fisted the loosely wrapped sheet in both hands feeling more exposed than I could ever remember. My heart picked up speed on its own and it felt like getting air into my lungs had suddenly become a huge chore.* From what Lassiter said to me… he thought it might be possible to merge the two of you, as you were originally… *Closing my eyes and saying a quick prayer to the Scribe Virgin that I wasn’t making a huge mistake; I dropped the sheet and shifted up onto my knees, running my fingers down his cheek.* And if he’s wrong.. and what you say IS true. I know who I can live without…. And who I can’t.

MurhdersMonster

-So that was the angel’s plan all along..”fix” him that way. To not get rid of the softer side of him but make them as one.  Should have known he couldn’t trust the stupid fallen…woah. As she dropped the sheet and moved to her knees beside him, her words and touch broke through the anger that was boiling up from that tid bit of information and he suddenly found himself ready for round four.  It didn’t escape him the power this little doctor had over him and again he warred with himself over that. If she were telling the truth then..well hell. Just what would he do with that?  If she were playing him then, shame on him for what he was about to do. Leaning in he inhaled her scent and found no reason to believe she was lying, just the sudden stir in her heart rate as she caressed his face. Growling into the curve of her shoulder, he nipped her skin lightly and spoke in a gravely whisper.-  …I assure you, I AM the one you can’t live without… #LeftWithTheTruth

May 1, 2013

Prudence

*I knew from the ‘fuck off’ expression on MurhdersMonster’s face as he left the table, that my getting him to talk to me was going to be difficult. What I hadn’t expected was to be ignored completely. Following almost at his heals my request that he ‘wait’ fell on deaf ears and as he climbed the stairs to the upper floor he didn’t spare me a glance back, even though I called out to him once again. Fine. Resisting the childish urge to stomp my foot in frustration I decided it was time to try a different, slightly less direct approach. Taking a deep breath and hoping that I wasn’t making a huge mistake, I quickly jogged up the stairs hurrying after him. Catching up to MurhdersMonster just before the door to our room; I passed him by without a word…continuing on down the hallway heading to the room where our guest was staying.*

MurhdersMonster

-He had heard her, heard her well..and even heard her the other times over the past couple of days but he just didn’t need her distraction. The more he thought on it, the more he was convinced it was Prudence who was making Murhder stronger and didn’t that just chap his ass.  The little female they both wanted for all kinds of reasons would be the downfall of them both.  It wasn’t until she passed him, obviously intent on going to check on the bastard that he had to intervene. Damn her, she knew how to mash his buttons. Reaching out, he grabbed her elbow effectively stopping her in her tracks.- no you don’t…nice try doctor…

Prudence

*As I felt MurhdersMonter’s hand take my arm I made sure that the small smile that came to my lips was wiped clean as I turned to innocently face him.* - Nice try? I was just going down to check on my patient.

MurhdersMonster

-Pulling her closer, he got nose to nose with her as if trying to smell a lie - He’s good..and he’s not a patient..he’s a prisoner. Stay away from him.

Prudence

*Gasping slightly at the sudden closeness and hating that my traitorous heart kicked into high gear over it. I tried desperately to remember all the things I’d wanted to ask Murhder if I could just get his attention. This was definitely a case of be careful what you wish for.*  Well, Murhder calls him friend…. So prisoner or not, he’s…still my patient as long as he needs medical care. *Unable to keep from stuttering I looked away from his intense stare and tried to pull myself together.*

MurhdersMonster
-He snarled a little at the mention of his weaker half - ..and you think THAT would be a reason to trust that the male at the end of the hall won’t try to harm you or worse? ..the only medical care he needs at the moment female is rest…he needs his strength for when we torture him for information on the where abouts of the other urchins. -he looked her over slowly, taking note of her heavy breathing and heavy beating heart. There were ways to get her mind focused on other things… perhaps a little skin to skin would ease them both. Moving his mouth to her ear he whispered into her hair - but if you are looking for something to do..I’m open to a game of “doctor”.

Prudence

*His instant reaction at the mention of Murhder gave me a whole lot more information than I’m sure was intended. This last stretch of time had been the longest between the Monster’s appearances. Clearly Murhder was somehow managing to gain strength and ground in their battle of wills.  Neither ability going unnoticed, or sitting well with the warrior before me; more than explaining his controlling behaviors of late. Concern for both males washed over me, even as his hot breath left goose bumps along my skin. I knew the battles between them were only beginning. Leaning into his chest I slipped one arm around his waste.* I not playing a game here M…

MurhdersMonster

-Her bold moves were a little bit of a surprise but he supposed it’s what you got when you opened a door..and who the hell was he to complain.  Although he knew his other half was a complete idiot when it came to women, part of him had believed that Prudence just might have lost her desire for either of them, it spurned him on knowing she wanted close.  Moving a large arm around the small of her back, he crushed her closer and let his fangs slide slowly up the column of her throat - good..games are for young… -Pressing one large shit kicker back against the door, he pressed it open before pulling her into the darkness with him –

Prudence

*Not resisting the pull, I molded against MurhdersMonster’s solid chest and we moved as one unit into the blackness. I couldn’t completely stop the tears that came to my eyes, even as my head tipped back to allow his nipping fangs better access to my throat. Damn, this isn’t what I’d had in mind when I went after him. Clearly his sudden show of affection had little to do with feelings for me; and everything to do with my searching out our Bastard guest. Still…it had been such a long time since I’d felt his warmth against me, smelled the scent of him my memories haunted me with. Knowing that I was going to live to regret my weakness for him, I held on tighter and as he lifted me into his arms I wrapped my legs around his hips…maybe he’d be more of a mind… to talk to me later.* #NoLongerLeftWanting

May 1, 2013

MurhdersMonster

- He sat at the head of the almost vulgarly large table and gazed at the souls gathered for first meal.  Prudence to his right, the Angel flanking her, Tohrment to his left followed by the quiet kid.  Something about that male was so familiar to him that he almost felt at ease in John’s presence…almost. He was hardly ever at ease these days and the last 48 hours had proved it. One false step..one moment of weakness and his other self, the one who was now at bay, would sneak in and fuck things all up for him.  So instead of relaxing in that bed made for a king at the top of the stairs, he had paced the floors, napped in the lazy boy and stomped around the perimeter in the snow looking for signs that the rest of the bastards had come looking for their comrade.  So far nothing but deer tracks and other furry woodland creatures. No bastards. Good for them.  Taking oversized bites of bacon, sausage and waffles, he ate without talking..thinking these days was his thing and he could give two shits if it seemed to make everyone else shut the fuck up as well.–

Tohrment

-Staring resolutely down at his plate, Tohr focused on the act of eating. Slice, stab, devour, repeat. He hoped focusing on those simple actions would distract him. Instead, they only reminded him of what he wanted to do to the bastard healing upstairs. And he meant that in a literal sense. Throe was a Bastard, whatever else he might have been born to, that was the life he chose and Tohr would be more than happy to show him the cost of such a bad choice. He stabbed a piece of ham with a little more violence than the food merited and resisted the urge to glance up to see who had noticed that he had almost perforated the plate. He was sure his gaze would burn he hell out of anyone stupid - or concerned - enough to make eye contact and no one at the table deserved to be the object of his anger. Well, maybe one but even that one didn’t deserve the bulk of Tohr’s fury. That was reserved for their guest. And eventually, Tohr told himself, the Bastard would do something to someone here to merit the beat down Tohr was eager to give him.-

John

-John kept his eyes on his plate and tried to get through his meal as fast as possible. Man, these last couple of days had been rough. He’d never seen the male he thought of as his father in such a foul temper. But he guessed, having a traitor right in the cabin with them, sure made that understandable. John had heard stories about the ‘Band of Bastards’ when he’d been part of the Brotherhood’s trainees. And truth be told, he was sort of looking forward to getting himself a glimpse of the infamous Throe.-

Prudence

*I couldn’t stop the slight flinch at the sharp sound of Tohr’s fork striking his plate. Glancing quickly to my left, it appeared as if MurhdersMonster didn’t even register the telling sound of Tohr’s clear unhappiness. Of course not…he’d been solely focused on whatever thoughts were driving his current tyrant-like behavior. Lord knows I’d tried to engage him several times since being “released” from my upstairs seclusion. So far, his seemingly all-consuming thoughts remained all his own. Well, he could just get over himself. I took a deep breath and resolved that the stubborn male WAS going to talk to me, just as soon as I had a chance to get him alone.*

Lassiter

*I reached across helping myself to more waffles from the platter in the center of the table. Not a lot could be said about Todd our doggen-extraordinaire but damn, that boy could cook. but damn, that boy could cook. Humming to myself I covered this second helping in Karo syrup and took a huge dripping bite. Dramatically rolling my eyes skyward in utter bliss, despite all the Grumpy-Gus faces seated around the table.* Mmmmm…heaven *No one paid me any notice so I happily continued with my noisy sounds of eating enjoyment. Let them all pout if they wanted. Tohrment especially had had his BVD’s in a twist. The brother just lacked a bit of vision. True…I hadn’t originally been enamored with our current situation, but after some time to think and a few conversations with our very own Dark Lord; the picture looked much brighter. Honor among thieves and all that might just work out in our favor. The meal continued to the sounds of my exaggerated smacking and Torh’s lesser-killing attack of his plate.*

Tohrment

-Tohr pushed away from the table and his plate before he did any lasting damage. Like strangling an angel. Or throwing their houseguest out into the sun. He wouldn’t even beat the crap out of the bastard before he did it. MurhdersMonster had already done that. And as much as Tohr hated the Bastards for what they had done to the Brothers and what they had tried to do to Wrath, he wasn’t going to attack an injured foe that wasn’t a slayer. He wasn’t a Bastard. Besides he was reasonably sure Throe would give him ample opportunity, and reasons, to injure him again when he was on his feet. He also wasn’t going to risk injuring anyone else in the mood he was in. Ignoring the angel, Tohr put a hand on John Matthew’s shoulder,- Finish your meal and relax today, son, -he told him.- We’ll pick up the training tomorrow. -Then he turned and sought the silence of his room, knowing the memories and knowledge of what he had lost would follow.- #LeftWithNoChoice

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