Thread: 『 Russian Roulette 』 ( Yoshka x CannibalisticKisses )

Damn her! His skin crawled and ears rang, pristine porcelain bared as his breath drew in unsteady hisses. How could that bitch be so completely pigheaded and self absorbed?! Sometimes Dmitri wondered why they were even still together. All they seemed to be doing lately was charging for each others throats always over something petty or another. Often Dmitri had to leave just to keep from weaving his fingers around her delicate neck and squeezing until those dark liquor eyes lost their light. This was one of those times. But where was he going to run to? Ink laced digits rose to weave into long, layers calico locks, tracing upwards from the lengthy locks against the nape of his neck to pause as the razor kissed tendrils at the top. Festering with rage, Dmitri gave scarlet shaded locks a harsh tug, growling out the heat which churned in his belly. Something He needed something other than being trapped. Something to vent his frustrations out on lest he remain in place, ripping out his silken hair. Pale jade eyes snapped wildly in his head, tearing around the room until the fell upon his cell. A call! He could call up Valentin! Hopefully he was up to something a bit moreproductive. Trembling finger hastily punched in the numbers, teeth gritting hard upon the back of his metal burdened tongue, pressing down until pink tissues tore with a flash of red. Dmitri barely had the patience to even wait for Val to pick up his end for not two rings in he was already beginning to pace. Come on Valentincome on.. Black ringed eyes skirted forward, staring towards the front door as his fingers toyed with a set of keys he had picked off a nearby table. With each grating ring, the boys finger grazed over the belly of the key, pressing down until it left a small flash of pain. Finally a voice sounded on the other line. Valentin! Its me Dmitri. Look, I need to get out of the house and away from Tamara is there some place we can meet and possibly go do something? I think my head is going to split if Im here a moment longer. Dmitri fidgeted, twisting upon the heels of his worn boots to face towards the nearest mirror, phone cradled firm into the metal laden shell of his ear, tight enough to make the soft flesh flush an agitated red. Heavily pierced lips were twisted in a firm line, almost twisting the layers of metal together into one giant heap while his eyes were wild, pupils contracted into small dots against the stark shade of his iris. His pale cheeks were flushed with red, meshing into the dusting of bright red which circled both slender eyes. Fuck. He looked a wreck. With a growl Dmitri twisted away to face the front door once again. ActuallyValentin Why dont you just meet be me at the bar down the road from my place? Im going to head there now. See you in a few. With that the call ended with an audible click . He hurriedly wedged the phone into his back pocket, barely able to make room with the skin tight constriction of black faded skinnies. A quick snatch and stuff of the wallet before Dmitri stomped off out the door. He barely remembered to even lock the door, distracted by the pull of warming sunbeams littering down upon his pale flesh. When had it been decided to be so warm out.? It was almost as if this whole day was laughing in his face and rubbing grit into the wounds Tamara had torn wide open. A drink or two to drown the fire in his belly and a friend to soothe the burn the woman had left behind. What could possibly go wrong with that? lame post is lame. Sorry for the delay 3