REVENANT

MIKAIL || VAMPIRE

[ivyhollowvillains]

I expected you home sooner with Robin in tow, and yet.

Where is he?

[eternal-mikail]

Father.

I gave him the ultimatum, and he's currently holed up with a wolf. I wanted him to prove he wanted to be part of the family. Ripping him from the grasp of those around him would serve nothing.

[violetxjameson]

I've seen flashes of you and your various extracurricular activities as pertaining to your species, trust me, but you aren't completely emotionless. I really like your company too, Mikail, you're the first person in a long time that hasn't treated me with kiddie gloves. I'd choose self-preservation if it makes you happy.

I only can interpret what I see. Any woman, any person, would be hurt to hear that they were being used by a selfish megalomaniac who only wanted something out of them. She punished you because you are the physical embodiment of her hatred for Henrik. You don't owe him anything, Mik, no matter how high he raises you or what's expected. I know there is loyalty and the fear to account, but he will snuff any caring you have within yourself. And if a time like that ever came, what will you do? Follow his orders or save the lives of Naomi and Colin?

[eternal-mikail]

No, I'm not, but emotions do not fare well in my family. That's a shame, Violet. You deserve to be treated for who you are. You're not breakable in the way that others think. That would make me very happy; I can rest easier knowing that there is someone who does as I ask.

Halide did what no mother should have done to her son, who was as much hers as he was his father's. I am under no illusion of my true standing in my father's eyes. Naomi and I have witnessed much through the years and have seen many siblings rise and fall through the ranks, resulting in their deaths. Many more would be dead if it were not for us, and any caring that we have has already ebbed to but a sprinkle. Anything more would be exploited. Only time will tell, young one.

[nefariouslyxevangeline]

You're an asshole who I hope chokes on your blood bag's dick that we all know you're sucking at this point. Then why drag us along at all if we serve no real purpose? In your own words, we can survive on our own without you, but we always can't get what we want in our miserable eternal lives. You knew party-crashing didn't work well in your favor even if it was kind of a reunion. I hope Robin doesn't leave, Mik, then I get to watch Father bulldoze that marble pedestal he's placed you on.

[eternal-mikail]

Keep speaking of what you know nothing about, and I will actually take your tongue. Naomi and I had no choice but to bring you and your brat brother along, and this would all be quicker and more pleasant if I didn't have to listen to the grating sound of your voice every time I glance in your direction. If he doesn't leave and Father pushes me from my spot, there's nothing keeping him from you and your brother. We would all be dead.

[colinxrosewood]

Colin could usually receive a read on people not long after meeting them, skills he learned from his coven training, but Mikail was a mystery for the most part. Pretending to be someone else did not hide the fact the other male was a control freak needing everything a certain way and now that would include an understandably dangerous friendship with a woman capable of killing all supernatural kind. The minute his unquestionably idiotic death wish of a request spilled past his lips in the heat of the moment, Colin knew it was as much of the right thing to say as it was the wrong thing. The grip on his wrist tightened, screaming that he rung a bell for the vampire no longer allowed to be unrung. "Don't hold back. I understand what I am offering." Did he understand, though? Did he understand the consequences of such a request or did he simply not care? Colin released a surprised breath as he was pulled closer, the chilling cold from the other setting off alarms in his mind, but his abilities allowed an easy adjustment he's been accustomed to since their development. He barely got out a frantic nod as Mikail flipped their position and pushed them backwards, feeling the hard surface of the wall collide into his back, before their bodies were flush together. The memories might have been locked away tight of their time spent together, yet, his body remembered every touch. Every bite as if it were not satisfied unless there is some physical contact from the vampire. Chosen, claimed, and all his. Colin bit down on his lip hard enough that he wanted it to bleed and beckon Mik, giving him any and all reason to connect their mouths and taste what the vampire tasted. "You know I'm yours." The witch whispered, both of his hands that were now pinned above his head flexing as he could not wait to touch Mikky, though he didn't dare yanking on the confined stance. He tilted his head further to the side even as the male guided him, releasing Mikail's name in a silent prayer when his fangs barely poked at the flesh of his neck. Euphoria, utter euphoria, and he wasn't even being fed on yet. Colin knew how far he was falling from space before being pulled closer and closer toward the black hole of his own self-destruction. It was a mystical experience, one he didn't realize had started making his chest heave from desperation. "Mikail," The witch moaned, doing his best to maneuver and brush his knee gently against the vampire's bulge, "Take me." Colin wouldn't stoop himself to begging, not until he was given what he deserved to have.

[eternal-mikail]

Mikail felt the ripple of Colin's muscles beneath his hand, knowing that a barely restrained urge to touch him simmered beneath the skin, leaving him heady. It was a power, being craved as he was by someone just as much as he craved them. No, being craved by Colin. His witch that he shouldn't have. The witch he should have killed long ago, so that he wouldn't be placed into this plight, yet he couldn't pull the trigger on his death. He'd thought about it after draining what he could from Colin, seeing the glassy-eyed stare and the smile of pleasure on the witch's lips begging for more, and he couldn't end his life. It was torture for Mikail. The vampire let out a groan of sheer pleasure the moment the witch tempted him even further, the very words sending him over the edge even without the pressure of Colin's body against his, obviously trying to push him farther as if his presence wasn't a mere catalyst. "Fuck it." The words fell from his lips in a hiss as he dropped his hand away from Colin's wrists altogether before his fingers moved to grasp the collar of the witch's shirt, ripping it open for more access. He didn't wait for another moment, not giving any time for the witch to rethink his choices, as his fangs pierced the tender flesh; the irony tang that tasted like pure heaven filled his mouth as he pulled as gently as he could manage. A deep guttural moan vibrated through him, his hands unable to do anything but wander, one moving to rest on Colin's hip while the other traced up the witch's spine for his fingers to twine in his hair. Mikail wasn't a green vampire, but when coming face to face with the very nectar that flowed in the witch's veins, it was a starving beast that needed to be prodded back into his cage. He pulled his mouth away from Colin's skin, tongue laving over the wounds to catch any stray drops and gently close the wounds he'd caused. "You taste just as good as I remember," Mik murmured into Colin's skin as he trailed his lips to Colin's, claiming his mouth as hungrily as he'd claimed the witch's blood. Their encounters usually stopped here with Mikail compelling any memories of him drawing the witch's blood from his mind after taking enough not to make him too weak, but now... now that limit didn't exist. His gaze flicked to Colin's as his hand drifted to the witch's waistband, a smirk tilting his lips with every inch his hand disappeared beneath the fabric to grasp Colin's member. "I wonder how much better you'll taste as you cum for me?" Every word was enunciated with a tug of his palm, his free hand gripping the hem of Colin's shirt and tugging it over the witch's head. "That just begs the question of whether you want to cum from my hand alone or on my cock."

[tumultuouslyxnaomi]

They're his first set of twins, Mikky, of course he would shower the precious little brats with more adoration than everyone else. Yet, it does exist and it has existed since the moment you two met. Colin catching Father's attention aside, what's wrong with having an obsession? He's hot, his blood probably tastes fucking godsent, and he can't resist you. What more could you ask for, Miks?

[eternal-mikail]

Still fragile and breakable as any hybrid is. If only we could leave asshole Thing One and Thing Two behind with the other defunct hybrid. Obsessions cloud the mind, and when either of us isn't at our best, we hear about it endlessly from Father. However, besides that, there's nothing I could really ask for more. I just don't like the unpredictability, and don't blame it on my control-freak nature, either.

[alexia-simmons]

Robin's told me plenty about her, it's no wonder you're both two peas in a pod. Right...why bother giving a little insight how I know this city's strengths when Hell comes together when you care for nobody but yourself? That's bullshit and you fucking know it. Being forced to stay with a family and perform meaningless tasks is what I call a prison. Having siblings like you and Naomi disregard his happiness or well-being when he has the kindest heart I know is a prison. Your father's keeping you all captive.

[eternal-mikail]

My brother was able to remain objective in our descriptions, I'm sure. Useless information is useless information; who I care about doesn't equate the same thing. You're allowed to think whatever you wish about my family and how it operates, especially since you seem so adept at understanding it fully, but this 'prison' is power. Power that I can't get hiding away in a bar and throwing frivolous parties while disregarding any potential I may or may not have, like my brother is doing.

[nefariouslyxevangeline]

I'd like to see you try, Mikky, and then see you get your ass beat for damaging Father's favorite twins. He may disregard our other siblings, but he actually likes us and definitely must hate you for putting us in your care. If you were smart, you would've sent Sterling or I to speak with him and we'd be halfway home by now. You don't have tact enough to convince Robin of shit.

[eternal-mikail]

Sure, father might be upset with me in the beginning, but then he'll see that there was really nothing special about the two of you the whole time. He eventually gets bored with the children who serve no real purpose. I don't need tact, and if I had sent you and your twin to speak with Robin, then it would have devolved into "I'm so sorry I abandoned you," "oh, save it, we can survive on our own without you,"– blah, blah, blah. We're not here for a reunion.

[violetxjameson]

The worst case scenario is already crossing my mind, you'd be a true sociopath if you'd wish it on anybody. My siblings often put a lid on me doing anything heroic, but just know, I won't keep my distance from you while I make all attempts staying under the radar.

You've tried containing how intoxicating it is, but it hasn't worked well in your favor. Henrik is your father in genetics only and fear is a powerful tool he wields in his arsenal. That's a habit of mine, good or bad, yet I tend to see in people what they don't see in themselves. It makes sense, why fight for happiness when it's easily stolen by a parent hellbent on keeping you in line? You want to be a monster and you have to be, Mik, but you weren't always. You weren't born a monster, it's just all you know how because of him. If you really were one at your deepest of depths, though, you wouldn't possess the ability to care. Even if it is just your sister or Colin, you know how still.

[eternal-mikail]

You wouldn't have been the first to think of me as one if I didn't state it. That is your prerogative, Violet, but I do rather like your company. However, if it comes to being around me or getting onto my father's radar, I would hope you would choose self-preservation.

Now that is where you're wrong for the first time. Maybe I wasn't born a monster, but I was born to a woman who only saw a man she hated after she realized that she wasn't the only woman in his life and actually held no real merit to him other than being a child bearer. She made my life hell about it until Father took me away. It is the least I can do to be the son he needs and would want to keep at his side. Caring, in the end, will mean nothing if my father requires me to do otherwise.

[colinxrosewood]

"Now you're commanding how I can be friends with someone. That's rich coming from you." If there is one lesson Colin remembered about Mikail, is that he was one who needed the control at every turn. He wouldn't dive into a friendship with a naive aspect as the vampire described it, yet, he also understood how he would land on Sol's target list if he ever misbehaved in a way that hurt innocent people.

"It wasn't coated in a light of truth, though, not entirely." And there is the notion Colin knew his satisfaction was never sated by just being friends with the vampire, yet, a fear taking the step over the line prevented him from making the first moves. Maybe that became the voice in his head screaming he should be running from Mik and not begging to remain at his side. Had he not done the same masking the truth of his own species? Avoiding calling himself a witch or the fact he hailed from a coven ripe with misogyny and prejudice against tradition? They both fooled the other. "That side of you would've revealed itself eventually, Mikky. We're on the same repeat cycle and eventually, I'd land myself right back where I was before." The blood bag, the drug of choice for a vampire who cannot resist taking his morsel and erasing memories at his own leisure. Colin putting an end to this madness was nowhere near in his line of sight. Why couldn't he? Mikail's hand isn't being forced and he made it obvious consent worked both ways, however, offering his veins as a personal tap is not an ordinary or safe decision anyone should be making for themselves. A fool's errand, a fool's choice, an obsession worthy of driving the witch insane if he walked away forever. Colin could feel his knees growing weak a little the minute Mik's fingers made the first contact with his skin, inching that much closer not of his own accord, but a habit getting a hit of intoxication everything inside him missed. "Maybe it's both. I want to know how the other me felt, how only you could make him feel." A breathless sigh fled from his mouth as the vampire's lips almost teasingly brushed his wrist, detesting himself for containing a moan and showing any sign of how much he wanted this. He would have done so anyway with the way Mikail was looking at him like a curious predator about to devour his meal. "I'll stay away from your siblings except for Naomi. If she's the only exception, then you must be close with her." Looking back, running into Mik's sister was no mere coincidence and neither was the knowing looks as if the thought of him made her excited. "Take me, Mik. I know you want to."

[eternal-mikail]

Maybe Mikail was trying to control every aspect of Colin's life, disguised as caring. Maybe he actually cared more than he was supposed to. Regardless of what it was, in the end, it would reflect on him in ways that he should regret. Not only being associated with a witch whom he had no intention of changing into a vampire, who also happened to be close to an enemy... wasn't a good look. But he'd be damned if he could stay away. It led to the games in the first place, the delicate dance of carefully erasing Colin's memory while manipulating the very identity that made him him and pretending to be friends just so he could come back every time for even just a morsel of the liquid gold in the witch's veins. Colin knew it too, understood the gravity of this... attraction that would eventually keep them colliding into a Big Bang of limbs and fangs, despite the fact that Mik always drew the line at taking only his blood. The witch's last statement, however, caused the vampire to go still– fingertips tightening as the air between the two stretched as taut as the restraint he still managed to hold; close to snapping completely, only measured by the slight tightening of his fingers on Colin's wrist. "Don't say take me unless you understand what you're offering. Unless you're prepared for me to stop holding back." Mikail's free hand slid to the witch's waist, grip pressing into him with barely restrained possession. He pulled Colin closer– close enough so the witch could feel the unnatural coolness of his body through the thin fabric of their clothes. "You want to know how the other you felt? How you unraveled with nothing more than my hands and mouth touching you?" The words fell between them as Mik rotated the two of them, walking the witch backwards until his back met the wall, with the vampire following, pressing his body into the witch; no more space between the two. "He felt chosen." The hand holding Colin's wrist pressed his arm against the wall above the witch's head, holding him there while his other hand moved on his waist, following the lines of his body up his arm to grasp Colin's free wrist long enough to secure it with the other, pulling his arms taut. "Claimed." His eyes dropped to the witch's neck, his fingertips brushing along Colin's jawline, holding his head just enough to the side so he could bury his face in the crook of his neck. Ambrosia, it was the closest concept that made sense of what Colin's blood was to him– the taste infinitely more ethereal than he could ever describe. A slow inhale at Colin's throat was the only sound for a moment, the press of his lips to the witch's skin giving way to the slight pinch of Mikail's fangs scraping against his pulse point, not enough to draw blood– yet. "If I take you, it won't just be your blood," he finally said, voice dropping to something almost feral beneath the carefully constructed control. "Say it again."

[colinxrosewood]

Colin merely shook his head at the vampire, hating himself for thinking that Mikail was right deep down. He trusted Sol enough not to lean more into her hunter instincts, but there will come a time where he couldn't trust the fact she would spare his life just because they were friends. He was a risk now, a liability caught between a cordial companion and his...vampire? Master? Crush? He had no idea what Mik was to him. "Agree to disagree. She isn't heartless as you think."

The witch should have celebrated a victory getting Mikail to admit the truth, but it just did not make him feel any better. He doesn't remember how the arrangement came about or whose idea it was, but at least he knew deep within himself that it was a two-way street they traveled together. He wanted this, wanted Mik, the only compulsion that happened had been from the mind wiping. "What we have isn't a friendship, Mikail, it's co-dependency on steroids." Colin thought back as far as his memories allowed, picking apart every instance they conversed and attempting to sneak through a back door that recalled what's missing. What else did the vampire take while he rifled through his mind? Emotions? Little moments conveying something close to human Mik would rather conceal? He felt jerked around, used, a building nausea for the inevitable doom awaiting him. Just walk away, Colin, tell the asshole to fuck off and walk away so you never see him again. The only ironic problem with that? Colin would never see him again. "I am yours." He corrected in defeat, a form of acceptance for the relationship they cultivated. His gaze briefly followed Mikail's, instinctively swallowing once it came to his attention the vampire was eyeing his neck. Surely hungering for what he's been craving, maybe he'll just let him have it. "You mean placing a wedge between me and your father. My association with you in any way already lands me on his radar." Colin dared stepping forward again, barely toeing the line of the male's personal space, "I know I'm not in a position making demands, but here's the deal, Mik, I'll continue being your blood bag. You can have me when you want and where you want, since it's clear to me we can't escape the other. The only thing I ask is you let the control go a little and let me keep my memories from here on out." He held up his wrist in offering before he pondered how insane he was being. "I'm yours and I'll always be yours, I can't run from it, but that's what I want."

[eternal-mikail]

Mik surprisingly suppressed the need to roll his eyes at the witch. "Naivety will get you killed; at least go into your friendship with the little huntress skeptically." The vampire had no right, really, to continue correcting how he dictated any sort of... relationship Colin had with anyone else, especially when the person he should really be warning the witch against was him, but he couldn't help it. Call it years of having to guide his countless faceless and nameless siblings from making mistakes that would get them killed and nothing more.

"Technically, we had more of a friendship when you didn't know the whole vampire bit." Mikail couldn't help but point it out. It was a delicate dance he performed– skirting the confines of the memories he'd locked away in Colin's mind and maintaining a facade that let the other get comfortable until the vampire eventually fell into old habits. He wouldn't admit it, and definitely not out loud, that he didn't mind pretending to be the opposite of who he was. However, like everything else he'd come across, the ploy came to an end tragically and horrendously. If Mik had actually needed functioning lungs in order to live, he might have sucked in air quickly at the witch easily accepted what he'd said. Maybe he expected more pushback, more inevitable mortal deniability to shy away from the truth. "Nothing could keep you from my father if he wished to go after you, not even me. It was more so to keep the divide between that side of me and you." He shouldn't have cared about separating who he was from who he wanted to be with Colin. It was a facade that resorted to him lying to himself in pretending that there was some other life out there that wasn't the one that's been carved out for him for the arduously long life he'd already endured. It was all a gamble he was losing– the moment his father came to oversee his brother's return would be the moment that he would sniff Colin out. Or the brat twins would get to him first, which made Mikail want to rip their heads off even more. Mikail's gaze dropped to the decreasing space between them, both expecting and not expecting the witch to be bold. His hand moved to grip Colin's forearm, pressing into the witch's skin as he slid his fingers to his wrist; the delicate skin did nothing to cover the heartbeat he felt pulsing just beneath the fragile layers. Oh, how he give into the craving that was itching in his veins. "Is it truly want or curiosity over learning what you've forgotten?" The words fell from the vampire's lips even though he had moved Colin's wrist closer to his mouth; his lips ghosted over the witch's skin, though his gaze was locked on the male's face. "I will accept your caveat, provided you do what you can to stay away from my siblings, except for Naomi. That is non-negotiable."

[tumultuouslyxnaomi]

Father thinks they are his darling golden twins yet to reach their full capabilities, but only we see what vile bottom-feeders they are. You know how patience and I are old foes, waiting to take the wolf's pretty head will be agony. Consider the necklace a gift. You are obsessed, Mikail, don't try spinning your neurotic control clean freak tendencies into anything other than obsession. It won't be permanent. So happy you have your blood bag back, brother, it's about time.

[eternal-mikail]

I will never understand father's fascination with the shitheads– they're only half-breeds, and he thinks they regurgitate rainbows every time they open their disgusting maws. Agony that will be worth it all in the end, I promise. Obsession over a fucking witch shouldn't exist, Naomi, so I phrase it that way so that I can at least believe it. I'll enjoy him while it lasts.

[colinxrosewood]

"You're all the same at your core, aren't you? It doesn't matter if I want to help her in justified revenge, she's not going to let me help after finding out my connection to you. I know I would lose on the opposing side, I know I would likely die if we were enemies, so I'm not fighting in yet another war someone will put this city through."

"This isn't a fucking joke to me, Mikail, this is my life you were screwing with. I would never agree or enjoy anything like that." No, Colin, but you enjoyed every second of it and came crawling back for more, a voice inside his mind that sounded suspiciously like the vampire's piped up. Sure, Mik stole the memories of the feeding, but nothing erased the way Colin felt when he glanced upon every inch of him. Every time he begged himself to reach out and touch Mik, the amount of times he stared at his lips now realizing he likely did so when they were coated in his blood. "I wasn't the only one looking a certain way. Don't try denying this was all on my end when I know it's the reason I'm still alive." Colin peeled his feet from where they were planted on the ground and forced himself to walk closer, "I may have been a blood bag, but I was yours." And maybe he liked that, as crazy as it was. "If you want me believing you, give me back the memories, Mik. No more mind wiping, no more pulling on this chain around my neck that somehow keeps leading us back together. Give them back."

[eternal-mikail]

Mikail shrugged in response. He didn't need to defend himself against the accusation when it was the truth. They were all the same in one way or another, no matter how much some of them claimed otherwise. Him? He always knew what he was. "Justified is how you describe it when you don't see the full picture. Vicente may not want to kill you now, but she's a hunter. Hunters kill our kind, your kind, without blinking." Us or them, always what his father had preached, and it extended to any and all species.

The vampire raised a brow, his lips twitching into a small smile at how backwards Colin's words were before he forced his face back into careful neutrality unless he incurred more of the witch's wrath. Mikail may be cutthroat in some ways, may flippantly kill people when he feels like it, but there was always a matter of consent– for feeding, at least. Taking what was freely given tasted sweeter. "I won't deny it." He'd gone through the years wooing, taking, and killing, that it was a cycle– and then Mik tasted him. A drug was what it was, and the vampire found that he couldn't kill Colin and kept gravitating back to him. Coincidentally running into Colin when he needed another fix before ultimately wiping parts of his memory and disappearing. Though this time around was both a pleasant and terrible surprise that the witch originated from Ivy Hollow and was back for the time being. "The others knew to stay away from you so I could keep you all to myself whenever we crossed paths. You are mine." The admission was every bit true as he knew it would doom him in the end. Mik's feet were planted, even as the witch walked closer and the part of him that wiped his memory demanded that he turn away and leave. His hands were stuffed in his pockets, his eyes dropped to the man's pulse point that was beckoning him like a curse and prize before he forced himself to meet Colin's gaze, shaking his head once with a grim finality. "I took them for a reason, Colin. It's better that there's a... divide. It stops things from spiraling out of control– out of my control, into a territory that you won't be able to survive."

[colinxrosewood]

Hey, he did me a favor which can't be said for you. No, Sol isn't using me. I offered my help before I realized the guy I really clicked with was his fucking son. She was one of my only friends outside of this place.

This is who you really are, Mikail, a hunter-killing vampire lacking remorse and kissing the ground your father walks on? So, I was nothing more than a fucking blood bag to you. A toy. Wow, thank you for letting me keep my memories of the person using me like a capri sun pouch at your convenience, it was really nice you could only think of yourself while literally bleeding me of my worth. And were the times I enjoyed your company false memories too or was I the goddamn idiot once again imagining there was something between us?

[eternal-mikail]

Sterling didn't do you a favor; this was entertainment for him and his brat sister. And now? Are you still going to help your friend in her foolish quest? You would be up against enemies that even you wouldn't be prepared for and I would rather not face you on the opposite side of a war.

Just 'vampire' will suffice; everything else is a given, except kissing the ground. Even in metaphor, that's disgusting. So dramatic when you were never truly harmed by my hands, in fact, you were rather agreeable and... enjoyed it. Every time. You weren't just a toy– I would have just killed you a long time ago if that was the case, but I liked you alive more. I liked the way you looked at me. I never gave you false memories; I simply removed some. It's up to you if you believe me or not.

[colinxrosewood]

Your other brother gave me a push, but a certain huntress who lost her family made the final shove.

I already guessed you were hiding your species. No, Mikail, how about the fact you're the first born son of a sadistic vampire capable of wiping out whole families? What about my missing memories? And if you even think about resorting to doing it again, I'll be making a nice vampy popsicle. Tell me the truth.

[eternal-mikail]

I should have known Sterling would open his obnoxiously large mouth in matters that didn't concern him. So, is Vicente using you, too, to try to kill my father? It's only going to get you killed.

Well, I can't control the order of my birth, but all is fair in war. My father gives an order, and I follow it like a son should– those hunters weren't the first ones I killed, and they won't be the last. As for your memories, I altered them to disguise the fact that when we meet up, I drink your blood. Leaving your memories of me intact in your mind made it easier the next time around to repeat the cycle. That's the truth, so no need to freeze me, though that was a unique threat.

[nefariouslyxevangeline]

Then pinch your nose and hold your breath like a big boy. I'd rather be a brat than an idiot who thought any conversation with Robin would go well. No luck, huh? I'm not shocked.

[eternal-mikail]

I didn't ask you for the unhelpful advice. Call me an idiot one more time, and I'll return you and your twin to Father as a mute after ripping out your tongue, which he should have done from the start to save us the eye strain from rolling them in your presence. The point was to advise Robin of Father's wishes, and if our brother is smart, he would come willingly. I don't care either way.

[tumultuouslyxnaomi]

Speaking of the children we're saddled with, the wonder brat twins are fortunate we don't use numbers and actually know their names. I just want to take the mutt's head for myself and hang it over my bed so I'll be staring into his dead eyes every night. God, why are you always so full of fantastic ideas? I'll make you a nice little necklace with their teeth. You technically are warranted for a punishment after letting Robin out of our sight. Disgusting progenies aside, Mikky, what happens when he does start remembering? Are you wiping him so you can start the cycle all over again? You sound obsessed to keep him in your life.

[eternal-mikail]

They've gotten too mouthy, and I'm close to taking their heads off completely just to rid myself of their nuisance of a presence. Just take the wolf's head when we inevitably wage war on this city. It's a fitting decoration for my warrior princess, and I will wear my tooth necklace with pride. I'm not obsessed, Mimi. I was never supposed to see him again this last time– unlucky coincidence, but I will simply wipe his memory again. Permanently this time.

[cutthroatxramiel]

Well, you have one less person clamoring to be in your overly inflated egotistical ethereal presence even if like calls to like. How about a little of both? There are a few I'd have to yank out your teeth for sinking them into, but I am a freak of nature who requires entertainment.

[eternal-mikail]

Yet you still talk to me, I think that's something. I can appreciate both. I have no business with demons or any of the other species that may be entwined with them currently. However, if you're that in need of entertainment, then I suppose I could be gracious enough to allow you to point me in the direction of people of no consequence, and I will gladly put on a show.