✖ ⋮⋮ previously on @duskconsumed :
HARSH GRIP SWINGS ; STALKER HITTING the damp, brick wall behind him with a heavy crack — this raven was poisoned with paranoia. this was very obvious. a mere sound sends her prowling at this point ! everything was a spy, a camarilla fuck ! dagger-sharp nails pierce taut flesh of the supposed alleyway stalker’s throat. cainite blood caresses her alabaster skin ; eyes of abyss stare with murderous intent, yet . . . they fall upon a familiar face. for once, not the kind that sofia ached to de-spine & torture in the rays of sunlight ! ❝ you CANNOT do that, ❞ lasombra chastises, any semblance of the cainite he knew ( a pretty cardinal of the sabbat sat atop an obsidian throne ) was washed away from the meager existence of this pitiful, human-infested earth. ❝ don’t speak of seeing me. go away. ❞
Such demeanour got him startled. Although perhaps it was completely justifiable by the circumstances that entangled both creatures of the night. However, I still managed to leave him stunned, trapping him in a rather distressing feeling of not knowing how to respond -------------- nor what to feel. Yes, deep down, that solid lifeless body was convinced of being incapable of feeling anything but hunger, anger and greed, but the flood of thoughts and sensations that those few words carried inside him were hard to describe in mere words. What did she really mean by that? Still, Cainite well knew that getting involved more than he should surely could bring unspeakable consequences ------------------ for both of them. A shake of the head to ward off that turmoil of thoughts, firm arms pinning the other in place. with any luck, even she wouldn't notice it. ❛❛ Sofia —————— Sofia, snap out of it ! ❜❜ Trembling words were what was managed to be pushed out of his mouth even though it might not have had the desired effect just yet. ❛❛ That doesn't suit you, Cardinal. ❜❜ forced a low laugh between his nostrils, just to disguise his own dilemma, leaning forward to pretend dominance and provocation.
