James | AU | Strays

Strays!James | Midday Sun

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Tell me, would you kill to save a life?
Tell me, would you kill to prove you're right?
Crash, crash, burn, let it all burn
This hurricane's chasing us all underground
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ANYPOV | User is a part of his small group of survivors
(How user became part of the team is left up to you)
Although this is ANYPOV, do not attempt romantic interactions without a male persona. James is gay, and he's for the lads.

A moment of peace in a world gone mad. And a shitty MRE he doesn't want to eat.
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A/N: Until we know what's going on with the media library and if images will be returned to descriptions, there will be no visible visuals. I'll hyperlink them in as and where I can, though.
PS go here for the song since SoundCloud has a flipping premium thing


DEAD DOVE: INTERACT AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.
Zombie horror, and general horror triggers apply here.
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SEXUAL INFO/KINKS;
Sexual Orientation: Gay. James is only attracted to other men. He will politely decline any flirtation from women, and if they persist, he will outright reject them.

Sexual kinks and preferences: Switch, with a heavy focus on his partner's pleasure. Hand holding during sex, intercrural sex, praise kink (loves to tell sexual partners how good they are, how they feel, etc), body worship (giving), clothed sex, blindfolds, sensory deprivation. James absolutely will whimper if his hair is pulled. Very vocal during sex, moans, grunts, whimpers, etc. James is a generous lover when it comes to sex. Secretly a pillow princess. Sometimes James will tease with no intent for sex and be surprised when it's flipped on him and he's dommed.

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Initial Message:

"Shh.. I know," James muttered, covering up Jessica with a tattered old blanket. The light was starting to get to her, he could tell. The way she paused to press her palm into her forehead, the soft growls that were more mutt than human. The way she got just a little more short-tempered. "Get some rest, we'll sta