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random dialogue. // @mahlyenki-dyavol “sometimes life deals you a bad hand, but you can still play your cards right and win.” -Tomas for Otis
‘ a BAD HAND isn’t simply having the world wanting your head on a pike for simply protecting your family. A BAD HAND isn’t being tortured for months on end because you’re protecting a boy who is being dragged into something that was never his fault to begin with !! A BAD HAND isn’t ironically facing death only for it to be passed off to your nephew OR YOUR OWN DAMN SON because this damned society we’re born into and bound to decides his breathing is such a godawful sin !! ’
how dare he act as if he knew what he was speaking of. he ran away, not once, but TWICE. he ran away leaving the people who needed him most burdened and guilt-ridden. and FOR WHAT? for him to claim it was a BAD HAND? and he was planning on playing his cards right? what kind of absolute BULLSHIT –
his blood was boiling. he couldn’t remember a time he was so livid. maybe killing ignatius came close- maybe. but the way tomas acted? like what he was doing was for the good of EVERYONE, and that the people around him were so easy to turn their head like he hadn’t done anything wrong - and that otis was acting like some sort of stubborn ass. he was PISSED OFF, and he had every damn reason to be.
‘ i don’t want to hear about your damn cards, tomas. all you better figure out is how to get that boy out of death for your own doings. he has no reason to be facing the council, nor em first-handedly. ’
Otis always did have a temper when it came to things he seemed passionate about. And it always came out at the most unnecessary of times.
“Don’t you think I am well aware of this, Otis.” Tomas tilts his head to the side.
It wasn’t his fault his brother managed to get involved in and attached to a pawn. Nor was it his fault that things had gone this far out of control.
He never even intended for Vladimir to even have contact with other vampires.
“And I have spoken with Vladimir, Otis.”
“I fully intend to turn myself over to the council in exchange for Vladimir’s life.”
Tomas places a hand on Otis’s shoulder
“I’d just like to have the remainder of this time with my family.”
He puts on a smile, “Including with my younger brother.”
A lie, he meant this to stall for time While he got things back on track. D’Ablo’s little stunts had caused more problems than he’d like to deal with.
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“ running will get you nowhere! “- Tomas for D'Ablo
re8 starters / @mahlyenki-dyavol
I won't run, Tomas. Fleeing is what you're good at.
"And yet, it seems you're quite intent on packing your bags. I wasn't aware the Stokerton council had business in northern Europe." Tomas pauses, for a moment.
"I was always under the impression that was London's territory."
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elysiianisms:
hand - to - hand combat was something enrico was seasoned in. before settling in new york city, he was practically always carrying a sword and had the knowledge of multiple styles of european swordsmanship to back it up. tomas had to have known that he was taking a massive risk and the constant taunts only proved enrico’s advantage; tomas only believed he could be victorious if he caught enrico off guard. unfortunately for tomas, even while enrico’s blood was boiling, he still was aware of even the slightest movement, the slightest position change. a single shift of tomas’s weight and the italian knew exactly when he would lunge.
both vampires were incredibly fast, but it was over in a heartbeat. tomas’s attack had left him with a vulnerable opening and enrico seized it. with a sickening snap of bone, he grabbed tomas’s wrist and snapped hard, forcing him to drop his switchblade. in the same second, he slammed the full force of his weight against tomas with his dagger piercing straight through tomas’s shoulder into the wooden floorboards beneath them. enrico restrained himself just enough from landing a fatal blow — forcing the sharp metal less than an inch above his heart. fangs gleaming with spittle, enrico loomed over him, eyes burning with rage. ❝ i gave you a chance. you’ll find that the council of elders won’t be so merciful when i deliver you to them. ❞
he drove the dagger in further, until only the hilt was visible above tomas’s flesh. the wooden floor crunched and splintered as the razor-sharp tip drove further in. and perhaps to add a little more insult to injury, his other hand tightened mercilessly around tomas’s freshly broken wrist, cracking the bones even more. ❝ you are absolute scum, tod. your brother is too trusting to see it, but i’ve always known what a monster you are. how kind of you to finally reveal that. ❞
It was a blink of the eye. A swift moment when everything was decided.
Tomas had underestimated Enrico, a brute, yes. But perhaps not as stupid as he’d thought. And that underestimation had left him pinned down to the floor with both the weight of the vampire and the dagger embedded in his shoulder.
The Englishman gritted his teeth, determined not to show any sign of pain. The dagger sank deeper, going through bone into the floor beneath him. He could feel blood starting to pool under his back, soaking through his clothing.
Even if his wrist was broken, he wasn’t about to give up. If he did, all the careful planning and work he’d done would be for nothing.
And he wasn’t about to let that happen, he’d been carefully working for centuries to bring this plan to fruition. And he wasn’t about to let this end here.
But he had to play his cards right, at this state, he couldn’t do much. But even still, he was at a physical disadvantage.
“Call me a monster all you want, but have you ever stopped to think about our situation.” Tomas started to reach up and rip the dagger out.
“we’re hiding away like mice in the darkness. We’re powerful, we’re predators, yet we act like prey. It’s disgraceful.” he sneers, “to live like a coward, hiding away from creatures we could kill with the flick of a wrist.” Tomas glanced around, eyes searching for one of the patrons who decided they wouldn’t leave, despite the obvious signs of a confrontation.
All it would take was a little telepathy and he could have enough distraction to get away.
“and I intend to change all of that.”
elysiianisms:
tomas was trying to anger him — that much was clear. he chose precise strikes that he knew would envelop enrico in a volatile rage and force him to make a lethal mistake. dorian was often his father’s calming hand, the voice that said not to let his emotions drive his impulsive decisions. but dorian wasn’t here.
hidden up his sleeve, a dagger dropped down to be gripped tightly in his grasp. ❝ we aren’t talking about my son, we’re talking about you, ❞ enrico hissed, fangs bared, all caution to not reveal himself diminished. patrons of the popular v bar, fearful of the possibly lethal conflict that was growing by the second, left their drinks and quickly fled. enrico didn’t notice, nor did he care about a blemish on his reputation. dragging tomas’s half-dead corpse before the council of elders to be punished for his heinous crimes would redeem any rumors that followed him.
❝ leave, ❞ enrico growled, issuing only one single warning. ❝ there’s nothing here for you, tod. slither back to the hole you climbed out of, because you won’t leave here with either of them. you are in MY city and i won’t be intimidated by a criminal. ❞
Enrico always was one quick to anger, it was a scab Tomas knew all to well to pick at. A little further and he might just have a better chance at this.
Tomas payed little mind to the fleeing customers, whether they were there or not, it didn’t really matter.
“oh?” Tomas questioned, taking one step to the left, he had to be in just the right spot to land the right blow. If he missed….
“Funny, because when ever you bring up Elysia’s laws, I would always think of that son of yours.” he clucks his tongue, aiming to push the Italian's buttons further. The less the other thought about what he was doing, the easier it would be to kill him.
“it’s a bit hypocritical, don’t you think? To shame and punish other vampires for things you ignore your own doing.” honestly, Dorian was next on this list. The keeper had out lived his usefulness.
No, he’d never even been useful in the first place.
“if you’re going to insist on getting in my way, then I supposed I’ll just have to get rid of you!” Tomas made his moved, rushing towards the elder vampire as he removed the switch blade from his coat and flicking it open. He’d have to hit the heart or lungs, anything else would be pointless.
It had to be done in one, swift move, there were no second chances.
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“ why are you covered in mind? ” “ look at all this blood. ” “ there is a bloodlust in my veins. ” “ i’m craving for something. something like blood. ” “ i have a weak stomach for blood. ” “ i’m studying hematology. ” “ is that blood? ” “ who’s blood is that? ” “ we’re standing in a puddle of blood. ” “ do you really drink blood? ” “ how does my blood taste? ” “ you’re bleeding! ” “ i have to stop the bleeding. ” “ clean up this blood before someone sees. ” “ what is good for cleaning blood stains? ” “ why is there blood stains on my sheets? ” “ that’s a whole lot of blood. ” “ oh yes, there will be blood. ” “ now we’re blood brothers/sisters for life. ” “ don’t pick the scab, it’ll start bleeding. ” “ i’m bleeding. ” “ i think there is blood on your shirt. ” “ my favorite color is red, reminds me of blood. ” “ should i paint my nails red? like the color of my victims blood? ” “ blood has such a lovely color, doesn’t it? ” “ are you bleeding? ” “ what does blood taste like? ” “ there was a lot of bleeding. ” “ i think i need a blood transfusion. ” “ knives cause too much blood spill. ” “ i donated my blood today. ” “ can you believe how much blood there was? ” “ i’m sick to stomach just talking about blood. ” “ tell me that is not blood. ” “ why are you so obsessed with blood? ” “ that’s enough for now. clean up this blood. ”
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Tomas sneered, exposing his sharp white fangs in rage and disgust.
It wasn’t the knife that stirred the rage and displeasure.
This wasn’t the first time he’d had a knife put to his throat. He’d had his far share of them pressed into his throat, being the Vice President to a council painted a rather large target on his back.
No, it wasn’t the knife that pissed him off.
It was the individual holding it.
The person who should be there. Who shouldn’t even be alive. He’d put everything together as perfectly as possible, at least, with the time he’d been given.
Those ropes were strong enough and tied tight enough to hold down a fully grown and completely enraged bull.
The fire should have been more than enough to disguise it all. No one should have walked away from those flames but himself and Vikas.
But he’d admit, rather reluctantly, that he’d been wrong before.
“Mellina.” he spoke, his voice cold and calm. Hiding the various emotions behind a well crafted mask.
He was angry, he was disappointed, he was confused…but he wasn’t going to let this woman throw another wrench into his meticulous plans.
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