Closed RP Spot for loveinsideme/nachtvogel [NSFW WITHIN]

[heyhohey]

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[heyhohey]

In response, Alfred just - blinks. And continues to hold his hand out, patient and sweet as ever.

"I need that, Herbert, please."

He shrugs a little at the question. "Of course I get mad, I just - don't very often. Or I don't let things bother me." Well, he doesn't show that he's letting things bother him, anyway.

[loveinsideme]

Doesn't let things bother him. Hmm. "No. I don't think I'm going to. I think I'm going to keep it. You have scissors, don't you? Use those."

[heyhohey]

For a loooooong moment, Alfred just...stares. What has gotten into Herbert all of a sudden?

But, sighing, he simply reaches for his scissors.

"Well, all right, but it's going to take me longer."

[loveinsideme]

Herbert huffs and sets the tool back on the table. "That wasn't -- you're supposed to say no, give it to me and be annoyed that if I don't it will take you longer.

I'm honestly shocked you haven't gotten annoyed with me yet. I have a deeply obnoxious personality."

[heyhohey]

Already, Alfred had taken up the scissors to start snipping - so he simply keeps at it, looking up at Herbert as he starts to fuss with his brows knitted together.

"...I have lots of time. Why would I be annoyed?" Snip. Snip. "And I don't think you're obnoxious at all - I think you're very cute. I like how much energy you have."

Going to be a tough one, Herbert.

[loveinsideme]

"I'm awful." How did he get so lucky? Honestly. Alfred has the patience of a saint. But in some strange, twisted way, Herbert wants to see him completely lose it.

"I'm clingy, and needy. I hover and watch you work over your shoulder. I need constant reassurance. And attention. I'm always trying to distract you with sex, I'm bossy. Fussy. Honestly I'm dumbfounded as to how you're able to put up with me."

[heyhohey]

"You are not awful - where on earth is this coming from, my moonlight?"

Alfred is frowning now as he sets the scissors down, leaning a little towards his lover. "I love you for everything that you are. And after the life I've had, it's - it's still sort of amazing to me that I have someone who wants to be around me as much as you do.

I wish you wouldn't talk about yourself like that. You and your father are both so mean to yourselves."

[loveinsideme]

"I'm terrible. Deeply irritating." Herbert huffs and stamps his foot a little. "How do I annoy you? How do I get you mad? Don't you ever want to just -- let go and yell at someone?"

[heyhohey]

"No, you're not," the younger vampire breathes - maybe just a hair less sweetly and a hair more forcefully than before. It seems Herbert is getting somewhere.

"Yell? No, not really, not - not at people I care about. No one here really deserves me yelling at them, I don't think."

At one time he might have said Sarah, but - well. They're working on that.

[loveinsideme]

"Not yelling at me, specifically, really. Just -- shout at something. Get mad because you have to redo your entire project. Get upset because -- I don't know. I get in the way of your work. Because I purposefully make your mending or embroidering more difficult because I'm hanging on you to get you to pay attention to me."

[heyhohey]

There is a subtle tightening of Alfred's hand against the table - but he is trying to remain level. Starting to have to work at it, though.

"I don't -I don't understand why you want this so badly, Herbert. Why do you want me angry? I'm just - just trying to fix these pants, and I have no idea where this is coming from."

A sewing pin near Alfred's hand rolls itself away from him, and he doesn't quite notice.

[loveinsideme]

"Because I've never seen you angry. Not really. And I don't think it's good for you to bottle it all up. I think you should be able to -- to feel whatever you like. I think you tamp yourself down because you worry about being too much."

He's seen how Alfred stands sometimes, shoulders hunched. Or how he takes a tiny corner of the sofa for himself. Seeing how he'll start to say something and then pull back, reign himself in. Try to take up as little space as possible.

"I'm giving you permission to be too much. Get mad, if you want." And with that, he picks up the seam ripper and bends it in half. Just to see how Alfred will react.

[heyhohey]

"Herbert. Really, I'm fine, I'm - I don't need to-"

But he knows Herbert has a point, of course. He knows he buries everything, he knows it isn't healthy at all, he knows his anger manifests in quiet, risky ways. And now he's thinking about it, and thinking about the Professor, and his father, and everything he keeps pushing down uselessly because he doesn't want it to boil over -

Then Herbert bends the seam ripper.

His jaw sets.

"...Herbert...why. Did you. Do that?"

[loveinsideme]

"I felt like breaking something," he shrugs, and sets it back on the table. "So I did." The set of his jaw is a good sign, he thinks. It's the same set he gets when he's trying not to get upset about something.

So he does it again. Taking one of Alfred's yardsticks and snapping it over his knee.

"Whoops."

[heyhohey]

There is a Visible Twitch in response to the snap - Alfred looks down to the table for a moment, taking in and letting out a steadying breath before he stands up from where he was sitting. He smooths out his shirt, he brushes bits of thread from his pants, and he turns toward his lover, pushing an...unsettling smile onto his face.

"I know what you are trying to do," he chirps, over-bright. "But it isn't funny."

[loveinsideme]

"I'm not doing it to be funny," he says, moving over to where rolls of cloth are lined up against the wall. He tips one over, and gives it a kick, watching it unroll itself all over the floor.

"I'm doing it to annoy you. Upset you, even."

[heyhohey]

Alfred's eyes follow the fabric as it unrolls, and that fixed smile fades, flickers. Herbert is absolutely getting to him, and there is something just a little more angular in the way he moves as he stops the roll with his toe.

"Engel." His tone is sweet, but...discordant.

"Please stop that. I'm not - I'm not going to-"

His words peter out. Definitely getting to him.

[loveinsideme]

"Not going to what? I dare you, Alfred. I dare you to get mad at me. I want you to. And we both know you'll do anything I want. Because you're so nice." It's said with a bit of a sneer, and he winces internally, because perhaps that's a step too far.

[heyhohey]

As the word falls on him, Alfred absolutely freezes.

Nice.

Too nice to do anything but what anyone else wants. And Herbert had never said it this way to him before.

He is absolutely stock still - his eyes wide, expression inscrutable, shoulders taut. He doesn't talk. He doesn't breathe. He doesn't cry.

But slowly, very slowly, there is a low rumble as some of the objects around him start to rattle.

[loveinsideme]

... oh. That's definitely very. New. His eyes go a bit wide at the rumbling and he looks around the room at all the rattling things.

"I think I've hit on something."

[heyhohey]

"Oh?"

The sound is...sharp. His expression still doesn't change yet, and he doesn't look around the room - not even as another bolt of fabric throws itself to the ground. He takes a step forward, and his movements are angular, graceful.

The candles in the room shudder, and then go out. Alfred doesn't react to this, either, just...slowly advancing towards Herbert. A ticking bomb, moments from going off.

"Do you think so?"

Alfred would never hurt Herbert, not really. Not even now, so his hands remain at his sides as he comes closer, closer, knuckles white and eyes blazing.

He's furious.

[loveinsideme]

It takes his eyes a moment to adjust to the new darkness, but when he does, he sees Alfred stalking towards him. Looking like he could spit nails and that's fantastic. That's what he was hoping for.

"Yes, exactly. How do you feel, Alfred? Right now, in this very moment. How do you feel?"

[heyhohey]

"I feel...."

A pincushion hurtles across the room behind him. More fabric falls. He works his jaw for a moment, seething as he comes to a stop just in front of his lover, blue eyes absolutely BLAZING.

"...I feel...disrespected. Like - like I could burst. Shocked you would say that to me - because you KNOW. You KNOW how I FEEL ABOUT THAT."

His hand darts out suddenly, flattening with a loud CRACK against the wall just beside Herbert's head. His fangs are bared, he's shaking, and there is something dangerous in his posture. (Maybe not JUST dangerous, though, the way a wicked edge is creeping into his tone.)

"I am ANGRY, Herbert.

Is THIS what you FUCKING WANTED?"

[loveinsideme]

"Yes," he hisses, delighted. There's a hole in the wall and Alfred's psychic pulses are causing things to fly around the room and yes this is what Herbert wanted. A complete loss of that very so strong control that Alfred has on his emotions. For Alfred to let go entirely and just let himself feel things.

"Doesn't it feel good? To give into your emotions for once? You've smashed a hole in the wall. You could break a mirror next. You could go to the kitchen and shatter every plate in there."

[heyhohey]

Herbert is GLAD that he's angry - and that stokes him even further, coaxing a furious hiss from the pent-up young man. He's not sure why this is making him quite so furious, exactly. It's hard to put a finger on, and that's even MORE irritating.

"Good? HOW could this feel - I don't LIKE destroying things, Herbert - I don't-"

On impulse, the hand in the wall rears back, twining instead into his lover's collar and pulling him very close. He still won't hit him, but - oh, he is LIVID.

"I FIX things. I'm the man who FIXES things, not the one who BREAKS THEM. That is what I am FOR, that is what I was always SUPPOSED TO DO - PRESERVE, UPHOLD, REPAIR EVERYONE ELSE'S MESS-"

Oh.

He blinks, looking for all the world like he has just popped a joint that had been locked stiff for 25 years.