ཀ❛❛ Sigma... Sigma... ❜❜ཀ The relief of life may have doused the fires of panic spreading throughout, but mental repose could not return to the forefront; ruby jewels continued to trickle down snowy cheeks in a heavy rain thundering with his tempestuous sobs. His arms desperately cling with all of the strength he could muster without cracking bones or marking delicate skin with dark blemishes from broken blood vessels.
Aluin once again mentally praised the shitty universe for letting Sigma be okay... alive... and still in existence... The vampire's memories might be fragmented in darkness, but sensory faculties sing with the reality of intertwined essences empowering his very being and awakening his eldritch bloodline.
ཀ❛❛ Are...are · ─ · ཀཀ -❜❜ཀ Sinff... sob... sniff. ཀ❛❛ Sure? ❜❜ཀ There's too much POWER · ─ · ཀཀ too much ethereal humming of his beloved shining star within him for it to have been not as bad as imagined. The only other time he had energies like this was when he killed for the very first time, completely devouring their entire essence through their blood. But this is different… this is much more.
Back then, it was like a puddle being poured into a sea; a single human life but a ripple in his vast inky void. But Sigma's existence swirling inside of him feels like a new galaxy giving birth to bright, passionate stars that will shine through his never-ending darkness of corrupted existence. The inner void that once felt cold, dead, and alone is now blossoming with warm life and glittering intimacy. ཀ❛❛ I'm sorry... I love you. ❜❜ཀ
HOW MUCH DID HE TAKE? At first, Arawn believed Aluin was experiencing night terrors again, pre-exposed to them before he could even walk · ─ · ཀཀ messing with his emotions and letting loose his uncontrolled powers · ─ · ཀཀ but this was obviously so much more once properly examining energies massively knotted together like ribbons loosely thrown at the bottom of a container.
˖❛ ❛ Impossible... ❜ ❜˖ Tone littered with disbelief; shrewd, observant blood diamonds gleaming astonishment. ˖❛ ❛ No... He definitely ate your essence... soul... whatever you want to call what makes up your existence... Your life. ❜ ❜˖ Is stated simply, the shared internal harmonious melody of the eldritch beginnings and essence misshapen in love sings peculiar information to the adored co-owner, hungry for any information.
Arawn's first thought is to try to devour Sigma to see what would happen. If his existence truly couldn't be eaten or erased, it could mean unimaginable things for his research... the power Sigma could give him... and he wouldn't die, so wouldn't be against Bram's orders... but his malicious thoughts resolve (not without a fight) when observing the corrupted ethos lovingly crafted deep into skin. Aluin really does seem to care for this odd creation... How anomalous... before Bram, Arawn knew he would have tried to eat him anyway, regardless of how much Aluin cried.
˖❛ ❛ But you seem okay... maybe a little tired. ❜ ❜˖ A mental note is taken that Sigma has likely ingested Aluin's blood to heal any accidental damage, yet that certainly wouldn't save his existence. ˖❛ ❛ You're honestly a remarkable creation. I would love to meet your creator one day. ❜ ❜˖ He would literally burn the world down for that book if he still had any current interest in world domination.
He's currently spending an unreasonable amount of time thinking over how to get a man pregnant.
