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"i WILL find him, no matter what... and if you get in my way... mnh, it's not gonna be pretty..."
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[ sensitive topics may appear such as: (plotting of) kidnapping, obsession, several mental problems, bullying, violence, stalking, parental issues, etc. ]
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✿~•"You Are A DISAPPOINTMENT To This Family, Everyone But You Has Given Me A Grandkid, I DON'T EVEN TALK TO ABBOT ANYMORE AND TECHNICALLY I HAVE GRANDKIDS FROM HIM, YOU ON THE OTHER HAND JUST HAVE CATS."•~✿
✿~•"FOR FUCKS SAKE TIMOFEY HAD A KID BEFORE YOU!?"•~✿
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"👀👀👀👀"
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What????? What?? Why are you lookin’ at me? ‘S your problem?
“y-y’know, if you need- o-OR want some kids…. i’m here!”
(he offers a thin, slightly awkward smile.)
“… we should totally have kids…”
"He Already Has Amorette"
“…”
(he just stared blankly at luck.)
“who the fuck is amorette and where did it come from?”
"Infant, She Got Adopted By Artie"
“… t-they can always have another kid! i mean, i’m willing to become a father for them :33”
"Your Gonna Be The Reason Jeffery Dahmer Exists, I Swear"
“eh? what’d you say?”
"Oh Look Artie Is Over There, Why Don't You Go Harass Him'
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No, don’t do that. We really don’t even have t’ talk. Actually, I have t’ go.,, gotta feed amorette, n all, so…..
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“h-HEY, I CAN HELP!! u-um, i had a lot of pets when i was younger! and i’m real good at caring for things! we don’t gotta talk if you don’t wanna! i can be quiet!…”
Babies an’ pets are really not the same things. An’ I think it’d be real shitty of me t’ let you have her. Bad influence an’ all that..
“well— yeah, but… y’know! they’re… s-similar? like, um, how you— you know what i mean!”
(he stammered.)
“… bad influence? how am i a bad influence?? i’m just tryna help you…”
I don’t know!! You like, tried t’ shoot me various times?? Seems like not a very good influence.
“wha-! w-well, she doesn’t know that! a-AND i won’t do it again! that was, like, months ago! you think i’m gonna pull out my gun and start teaching her how to shoot!?”
I don’t know what you’d do, ‘s the point! You’d probably hold her hostage if it meant you got favours!
<he throws his hands up in protest, unconvinced.>
I’d jus’ make pink or someone watch her, if I wanted her watched. I don’t think you even know what a bottle looks like, let alone how t’ set it up right for the baby!
"h-hey, i would NOT do that to a child! especially one so special to my dear artie!"
(...)
"rREALLY!? you'd pick PINK over me!? t-they're a visitor! at least i'm human! and hey, i'm a quick learner, alright! c-can't you just trust me?"
<he throws his hands up in exasperation>
I don’t know what you’d do, you’re unreliable!! An’ yes, of course I would! This has t’ be some form of prejudice, Kieran. Vistorphobic. Or somethin’.
probably….. not. I can’t trust you? Not right now, anyway, she’s too little for any kinda slip-ups t’ be non-fatal. An’ also, I’m still not entirely over the various times you tried t’ kill me, which’s sorta impairing my ability t’ trust you. I’m really not sure that’s unreasonable.
“well sORRY that i don’t trust the thing that made me go blind…”
“c-c’mon, uh… i could go for a trial run! to show you that i’m reliable!… just once!”
(he offered, chewing on his bottom lip restlessly.)
“and i only tried to kill you back when i hated you! h-HEY, if anything, that can serve as a reason for me to care for her! t-to protect her and stuff!… i’m real good at keepin’ my eye on people.”
The cultist wasn't here for a couple of weeks or more, just to suddendly appear with a bag full of food. They standed right above Kieran's bed, noticing that he's asleep..It's really hard to believe that he left the doors unlocked and took a nap. At first they thought that something bad happened so they entered his house without invitation, just to discover that he's just deeply asleep.
They took off their veil and put it aside along with the plastic bag, then stared at him for a moment before deciding to wake him up.
"Kieran...wake up.." They touched his shoulder and gently shaked him a bit. "I got..you something..to eat.." The cultist sighs.
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(kieran woke up immediately, flinching and snatching his pair of scissors from under his pillow and aiming it at vic.)
"wHO- oh. hi vic!!"
(he immediately dropped the scissors at the sight of them, smiling sweetly, leaning forward and hugging their hips from where he sat.)
"ah- REALLY!? aahhh, thank you! i don't deserve you... you're always so nice, ehe..."
Their eyes immidietaly widened after seeing Kieran pointing the scissors at them, the cultist literally froze in place. It did scared them, for a moment they seriously thought that he's gonna stab them. Even though they couldn't blame him for such a reaction.
"I'm..sorry for..walking in without..invitation...You left the..doors ..unlocked and..didn't responded when..I knocked so..Umm..I just thought that..I should check.. if...you're.. alright.." They calmed down a bit when Kieran put the scissors aside and just hugged them. "I..hope that..you don't..mind.."
They take a deep breath and patted his head. "Just..remember to lock them..next time.."
"sorry... um, no, it's fine! i-it's honestly flattering that you thought to check on me, ehe."
(he fanned himself, leaning into the head pat before pulling them down onto his bed with him.)
"i will! or... um, i'll try."
(he mumbled, one hand intertwining their fingers, the other brushing through their hair.)
"..hey..what ..are-" They didn't finished the sentence, just ended up being pulled onto Kieran's bed. They didn't minded it that much, after spending some time with him they already knew that Kieran is quite..clingy and 'affectionate' (to the point it's creepy sometimes) but he could warn them at least before doing so.
"Um..you really..missed me...I see.." They muttered quietly, letting him just hold their hand and caress through their hair.
"Kieran..I'm serious..you must remember..to.. do..so.." The cultist sighs, their tone sounded serious as they looked him directly in the eyes. "..Especially in your..situation...Someone might break.. in and..harm you..!"
"i did!"
(he giggled whilst separating knots from their hair.)
"i said i'll try. a-and, um, i guess someone could."
(he mumbled, looking down. his mind suddenly flashed back to pink- the way they pinned him against the wall, clawed his eyes in... he shuddered visibly at the memory.)
"i promise i'll try not to let you down!"
(however, he smiled with a chirpy tone right after, trying to keep up the mood a bit around them.)
"Maybe..you should hang up..some note to..remember.." They decided to change the topic, seems like Kieran understood.
"Oh..I brought some..new things..besides pasta and..other long term products.." The cultist pointed at the bag, sitting up a bit on the bed. "I managed.. to find... eggs..It's not..much but hey..At least that's some..diversity..! You must..got tired of eating only pasta..and..rice.."
"Also.. got you.. some sweets.." Now they pulled away from Kieran's touch for a moment to pick up the bag so he can see what's inside. "And..other things...like..umm..potatoes..hope that you like ..those.."
(he nodded along, perking up at the mention of food. he leaned forward a bit, trying to peer inside the bag.)
"thank you! erh, it's fine, i'm good with pasta. i mean, any food is good food!"
(he gave a thumbs up, his smile widened even more at the mention of sweets.)
"um, thank you again. yeah, i pretty much like anything, hehe. uh, what else did you get?"
"..Mostly same..things as..before..long term products.." They pulled out two bags of pasta, some rice and jars of sauces. "Also..potatoes.. eggs..um..two chocolate bars and...pack of cookies.." The cultist pulls out more food from the bag and shows it to Kieran.
"Oh..also.." And then they pulled a few cans of some energy drink. "Thought..that you might..like it.."
"woah..."
(he murmured, reaching out to grab the chocolate bar, turning it around in his hands like it was some spectacle.)
"i remember the last time i ate this... in, um, college i think."
(he said before turning his attention to the energy drink. he snatched it, scanning it closely. his shoulders slumped- seemingly a bit disappointed, but gave vic a grateful smile nonetheless.)
"it's not the limited-edition autographed red4tee energy drink but... it seems good! thanks."
(he repeated the words again awkwardly, idly tapping the metal of the can with his uncut fingernails.)
"...They sold..limited..energy drinks..?" It's unsurprising actually..They looked at that body pillow and reminded themselves that this band in general sold a very specific merch. Wouldn't be surprised if only Kieran bought those..
The sound of Kieran tapping the can with his nails reminded them about something. "...Do you..think that..it's possible to..trim those..a bit..?" The cultist looked down at their claws.
"y-yeah! and it said that spence also had drank from it before- and i swear i could have tasted him a bit when i did drink it, ehe..."
(his grip on the can tightened briefly, staring idly at the sheets. that was before they spoke.)
"huh? um, i don't have a nail cutter or anything... i don't know if you have something to cut them with."
"I don't..have anything..Thought that..maybe you..do..." They sigh and keep staring at their claws. "I should get.. rid ..of those.. somehow..It's too..sharp..might hurt someone.." They think about it definitely too much. After losing that muzzle, the cultist realised that heir claws are more dangerous than their jaw..Too sharp, like a blade.
"Wait...What do you..mean that it..tasted like Spence..? H..how did.. you know.. how he tastes like..?" They're a bit confused now.
"awh, okay. erh, will scissors do? i dunno..."
(he trailed off, glancing at their claws then at the bedsheets. he reached for his bodypillow, pulling it to his chest. 'might hurt someone'... he tensed up a bit, mind drifting off. no, no, don't think of that! they'd never do something like that to you... right?)
"oh, i-" (he cleared his throat.) "i've kIssed him before, ehe. plus, i'd never forget something as important as that!" (his voice cracked a tiny bit, a smile pulling on his lips at the new memory.)
"Oh..I get..it.." They nodded, not continuing this topic after receiving an answear on their question.
"And..no..Something sharper..would be better..or maybe..a ..nail file..? You know..just to get rid of the sharp ends.." The cultist thinks about it, might as well find something like this somewhere else but will do it later.
"..What would..you like to..eat..for 'breakfast'..? Haha..sorry..I'm a bit hungry.." Not again..Maybe stuffing themselves with normal food will help with it?
“y-yeah, ehheh. it was amazing, i-”
(he paused, seeing their facial expression… did they not like talking about this? he was silent for a moment before glancing down at his lap, biting his nails.)
“um, sorry, i don’t have a nail file. and, uh— i don’t really care! i… i wanna try the chocolate though.”
"Kieran..stop biting..those.." They took Kieran's hand and pulled it away from his mouth. The cultist just cannot help it, this specific habit disgusts and annoys them. They accidentally digged one of their claws into his skin, not enough to make him bleed but he definitely felt it. The cultist quickly pulled away after realising it..They should seriously make themselves something to eat.
"...Then..I will make..myself.. something..to eat...Umm..You can tell me what..you..been..doing when..I wasn't here..while I..cook..Haha..After all..we haven't..seen each other..for a while.." They changed the topic and slowly got up from the bed. Then they walked towards the kitchen..
"ah- sorry, it's a habiiIIT-"
(his words formed into a sharp whine of pain, his face grimacing as he tried to pull away from vic's nails. when they let go, he rubs his hand, trying to soothe the ache. he doesn't say anything surrounding it, just glancing at his hand, then at vic.)
"..."
"okAy..."
"...I'm sorry..if..I hurt you..it wasn't on..purpose.." They muttered while looking at Kieran, feeling really bad about it after they heard his painful whine. The cultist sighed deeply afterwards and then returned to Kieran, this time they made sure to be more careful and took his hand. Then they guided him towards the kitchen where they started gathering ingrediants for the meal.
"So..how's your..searching for..Spence is..going..?" They asked while picking up a pack of pasta.
"... i... it's fine..."
(he said, unusually quiet. he didn't move, instead just sitting there, continuing to rub his hand. his voiced lacked the usual chirpy nervous tone.)
"um... it's... okay. i haven't made much... progress."
They did noticed that sudden change in Kieran's behaviour and tone of voice. Not very surprised about it..Now they're deep in thoughts, again.
"You...must think that..I'm a monster..." They said out loud while pouring some bottled water into the pot. "...I don't..blame you.."
“n-no i don’t..”
(kieran murmured, voice slightly shaky. it was amusing how his mood could change so drastically just by one action.)
They stayed quiet, didn't said anything st first and simply continued cooking. The cultist turned on the stove, now they must wait until the water starts to boil before adding pasta.
"Then..why are..you acting..like that..? Kieran..you look..nervous.."
“i-it’s nothing.”
(he just said, staring down at his lap. his wrist twitched a bit- his eyes darting to the bandage on that same hand.)
(… ouch.)
"...I see that..something is..wrong..Just tell me.."
“it’s NOT.”
(he said, voice cracking a tiny bit. he clutched his body pillow tightly, shoving his face into the fabric.)
The cultist's body made some weird loud bones cracking noise after Kieran rised his voice a bit, afterwards they took a deep breath. They should remain calm and patient, even though they genuinely hate situations like that. Something is clearly wrong, why he can't just tell them?
"Is..it about..that 'scratch'..? I haven't..done that on..purpose..Does it hurt now..?"
"mm."
(kieran just mumbled, sitting there like a literal child, hands quivering lightly. his wrist ached. the one with the bandage.)
They rised an eyebrow and took a fee steps in his direction. Then kneeled before him and gently took his hands, this time paying more attention to not dig their claws into him. The cultist inspected Kieran's wrists and then looked up at him. The one they accidentally digged their claws in looked fine, just a few red spots been visible on it, not worse than a cat scratch.
"Kieran..may I take..a look your the..other wrist..?" They asked, not unwrapping it yet.
"..."
(he flinched as they took his hands into theirs, but didn't pull away. a visible shudder ran through him at the question, his wrist panging even more at the words. he pressed his face deeper into the pillow, trying to drown out the memories. however, he nodded. maybe... maybe if he showed them it they would care for him more. spend more time with him.)
After noticing that Kieran nodded, the cultist very slowly started unwrapping the bandage. "It..might hurt a bit..it seems that..blood and..everything sticked to..it.." They muttered and continued, tried to do is as gently as possible to not cause him more pain.
They finally managed to take the bandage off and took a look at the wound..
"nng.."
(kieran whined quietly as they unraveled the bandage, his grip on the pillow tightening. the wound was... nasty, to say the least. the blood was sticky- some puss leaking out of the wound... the skin near it flushed a shade of red...)
"Oh..my..Kieran..y-you.." Their eyes widened as soon as they wound was revealed, obviously infected and looking extremely gross. Yet the smell, that scent of blood..No, not now, they must help him.
"We..must clean it..do you..have any.. first aid kit there..? Or..soap.?" They do have some bandage hidden underneath their robe (adding pockets inside it to carry useful things around was the great idea.) but Kieran's wound needed much more than that! They must clean it first.
(he lifted his head a bit at their shocked words. his brows furrowed, hand quivering even more.)
"w-what is i-"
(he cut himself off, ducking back into the sanctuary of his bodypillow after catching a single glimpse of his wound. god- he knew that it would have probably gotten infected, but not that bad!)
"i think spiral left a first aid kit around here somewhere..."
(he just mumbled.)
"Do you..know where she.. left it..?" They asked, already standing up and quickly looking for it around the house. Why didn't he used it before to take the proper care of that wound?! Maybe it wouldn't look as bad as it does now if he did. Obviously, no running water was a big problem in this house, only bottled one was an available option so why didn't he used that one? They have too many questions 'why' but it didn't mattered now.
It took them some time before finally finding it in Kieran's bedroom. They took the first aid kit and returned to Kieran. The cultist started searching for anything inside that box which can be used to disinfect it.
(kieran just shrugged, curling up into himself. he let his injured wrist lie limping by his side, the wound still throbbing like hell. he was never good with wound care. once he heard vic start to scramble around, he just closed his eyes, tears burning.)
"god... if only you could see how pathetic i am, spence..."
(he mumbled, letting out a quiet sob into the fabric. he was pathetic. so pathetic. but... if he was... then maybe vic would feel bad for him. and then, they'd stay... just like spence.)
"..It might..sting a bit.." They finally managed to find some kind of spray for disinfection and gauze to clean it. "Squeeze my..hand when it..hurts too much.." The cultist took Kieran's other hand with their free one before they sprayed the wound.
(kieran placed his hand in vic’s, glancing up at their face— locking eyes before he ducked back into the pillow. when the spray hit his skin, he squeezed almost instantly, writhing and whining quietly.)
"Hey..it's alright..it will stop soon.." They blowed onto his wound, they remember how their mother used to do so after they got injured as a child. Somehow it always helped with pain caused by hydrogen dioxide poured onto the injury.
When Kieran's grip got more loose, they continued. They gently touched it with a gauze until that area got dry. "...I don't know what..else.. I can.. do with it.." They mumbled, mostly to themselves than to Kieran. Then they pulled out the fresh bandage from the first aid kit, since it seemed cleaner than the one they have, and began to bandage his wrist.
(he swallowed, the tears coming faster at their reassurance, even if it was meant to comfort him. well, it did, but... it also reminded him. of his mom. how she never did that.)
"... i-it's fine. um, good."
(he just mumbled, letting them bandage his wrist as he wiped his eyes with his arm.)
"No need..to cry..it's alright.." They said while bandaging it, doing it very carefully to not squeeze it too much. When they finished they looked up at Kieran and then smooched his bandaged wrist with a soft chuckle. They at least tried to light up the mood a bit. "Hope..that it won't hurt..anymore.."
(when they kissed his bandage, he visibly shuddered, looking up at them with teary eyes. however, a small smile curled at his lips as he leaned a bit closer to them.)
"thank you.."
"No...problem.." The cultist said as they looked up at Kieran. He seemed more comfortable now, even leaned closer instead of buring his face against that pillow and squeezing it tightly.
"Just...remember to..change the bandage...regulary..and clean it..I'm serious..the wound looks infected..and I don't want to..cut your hand off in case.. it gets worse.." They quietly chuckled, letting him know that they are serious about cutting his limb off. But yes, he must take a better care of that injury.
"... i'll try."
(kieran mumbled, lowering the pillow slightly, turning his wrist around to look at it. he chuckled along quietly, with a somewhat nervous tinge.)
They look down at him, smiling softly and then they returned to the stove. The water is already boiling, so it's time to add some pasta..It will take some time and the cultist already feels like they're starving and close to just attack someone out of this hunger! How long it will take that pasta to boil? 10 or more minutes? Unless they try to make it al dente, then 8 minutes..It still feels too long.
They look in Kieran's direction for a long moment as if they wanted to ask him something but not too sure how to ask him that without sounding too creepy. They turn off the stove and take a deep breath.
"Kieran..May I..have a.. strange..question..? Um..Did someone..recently died in..this building..? Or..umm...What would you do if I..asked you..if I could...drink your blood..?" They asked him quickly, sounding quite nervous.
(kieran just watched vic get the pasta ready, occasionally glancing to photos of spence around the apartment. after a bit, he stood up, grabbing a red and black wristband from a cluttered desk and slipping it on over his newly wrapped bandage. he turned to vic once he heard them take a deep breath, brows furrowing in a mix of confusion and curiosity.)
“um… not that i know of…”
(he glanced to the direction of his neighbor’s apartment, suddenly feeling like he needed to check if she was still alive or not. he was about to speak again, until he heard their question. he froze completely, eyes widening as he immediately stared back at vic. his lips were parted slightly in shock, hands starting to quiver slightly.)
“…”
“yEs!”
Their eyes widened after hearing that excited "yes!"..Why is he so excited over that..? The cultist stared at Kieran in confusion in silence.
"...'Yes'..in a way that..someone did died here..recently...or..?" They slowly blinked and then realised what he was so excited about. "Oh..So you..agree.."
(kieran's eyes were wide with frantic excitement, even as he tried his best to sit still on the bed. he nodded a little too quickly, a nervous smile twitching onto his lips.)
"ahaah- u-um, yea. ehe, so, uh, what are you gonna... do?..."
(he asked, hands fidgeting in his lap. seems his mood changed up real quick.)
They think about it for a moment and then explain what they gonna do "...Umm..I will cut your skin with my..claws or.. with ..something else if you..prefer.. it that..way..and then just.. lick off the blood.." They walked closer to Kieran until they standed right in front of him. "..Umm..do you still..agree?..if yes then..where can I do it..? Hand..? Neck..? Somewhere..else..? Your choice.."
(kieran just blinked, mind already flooding with frantic thoughts and ideas. licking the blood? holy SHIT that was erotic. and he loved it. um, how about neck? well, the glued on collar pretty much cast his main neck area off limits, and his collarbone area was quite crowded already... oh, yeah, that cigarette burn was there too. were his arms too skinny that it would discourage vic?)
"..."
"uuhh... you can choose!"
"Are you..sure..?" The cultist rised an eyebrow, they preferred Kieran to choose. But oh well, seems like it's their decision now.
They took a closer look at Kieran. Neck doesn't seem like an option at all, he probably wouldn't allow them to take off his collar. They don't want to do anything with Kieran's wrists either since the skin is too thin, who knows if he won't start bleeding out if they cut it too deep? They can't really focus, they're too hungry to think but at the same time they don't want to harm Kieran.
They thought quickly and just pointed at his shoulder, it shouldn't be that bad.. "There..?"
“o-okAy!”
(his voice cracked as he went to tug at the edge of his shirt collar, exposing his shoulder. his face was already flushed, even as he trembled slightly with nerves and anticipation.)
The cultist took a closer look at Kieran's now exposed shoulder, yes, it should be okay. They leaned closer and was about to just do what they were supposed to yet they stopped for a moment before doing so. "...If I..start biting.. or.. anything like that...then tell me..to stop..and hit me if I don't." They said. "...Last time..I..almost got too carried..away.."
After saying that, they couldn't wait any longer and gently pressed their claws against his shoulder. With a quick move they cut it and immidietaly leaned their mouth against it.
...He surprisingly tastes very good. At least better than they expected, weirdly sweet.
(kieran mumbled nervously in agreement, gaze darting to vic then down at his lap. when they started to pierce his skin, he whined slightly in pain, but it was quickly replaced with a sharp gasp.)
(…)
(yeah, it was obvious he was a little too into this.)
..Is he seriously into this?! Okay, they knew that Kieran is a bit weird sometimes but didn't expected him gasping over someone sucking his blood like some kind of vampire. He did tasted very good tho, they must admit, not surprised that he completely bitten off such a big pieces of Kieran's skin...The flavour is too good to resist. What's his blood type? Perhaps some rare one since they don't remember tasting something similar before..
Despite how good his blood tastes, they really wanted to do it quick..They started to feel a bit uncomfortable.
This should be enough to satisfy their hunger for a while...
The cultist pulled away and looked at Kieran, a bit off blood dripped down their bottom lip. They quickly wipped it off with their sleeve. "..Are you...okay..?"
(kieran closed his eyes, whining quietly as they continued. oh, shit. shit, this is really happening. he fisted his jeans, acutely aware of how his face and shoulder was warming up.)
(when vic pulled away, he shuddered a tiny bit, glancing back at them. he felt a bit fuzzy in the head, but decided to ignore it for now.)
“a-ahaah… eheh, um, i’m okay…”
(he just mumbled, feeling his forehead warm up under his fringe.)
"...That's..good..then.." The muttered and looked around.
Where did they left it..? Oh! There it is! They picked up the first aid kit they used before and looked inside. Then they found what the been looking for a small bandaid.
They sticked it to the small wound on Kieran's shoulder with a soft smile on their face.
“thanks…”
(he mumbled as they put the band aid on him, leaning forward to rest his head on their shoulder.)
"Umm..thank..you.. too...for feeding me.." They chuckle quietly and wrap their arms around Kieran, they're hugged him tightly. "I'm..very grateful..for that.."
(his face warmed a tiny bit, tucking into the space of their neck.)
"... so, um... will you like, die? i-if you don't get enough blood."
"Die..? No..more like..." The cultist thinks how should they even say that without sounding like a heartless monster they view themselves as. "...Lose control..let's say.."
"..."
(kieran was just silent for a moment, his mind flashing back to that time that... visitor attacked him months earlier.)
"... okay! that- that doesn't sound too good... i don't think so..."
"It isn't good...I don't want to..harm..anyone...Not anymore..I even..barely eat anything that..I'm supposed to...most of the time.." They sigh deeply. The cultist tries to not think about everything they had done now, why can't they stop feeling guilt whenever that topic is mentioned? "But...sometimes..I have to...even a tiny bit.."
...Kieran does look very familiar..They realised it just now. Yes, they do remember that face- He's the one of not many people who survived their attack.
"supposed to? uhm- you mean... erh, humans?"
(kieran asked, voice turning into sort of a hush. he tapped his fingers against vic's back, chewing on the inside of his cheek. jeez, was that the case for that visitor that attacked him before? it must've been starving...)
(he entertained the thought, even as he knew that it probably wasn't the best to sympathize with the thing who almost killed him.)
"i mean- it's your, um, nature! if you need some blood i'm always open!... ah... ehheh..."
"...Um..yes...that's 'my nature'..."
Should they tell him that..they seen each other before? Perhaps apologise for chasing him, scratching and giving him a black eye? Wouldn't this scare him..? Maybe they should be quiet about it for now.
"...I feel like you..just..enjoyed it a bit..too much..and that's why you're..agreeing.." They giggled quietly and squeezed him. At least they're honest about what they think. "But sure...I will...ask you when..I need some..blood.."
"Thank you.."
“aha… cool! um…”
“well, i guess that’s s-sort of correct. i mean, agreeing is good. usually. i dunno.”
(he said, a tinge of awkwardness in his voice. he giggled along, leaning in closer a tiny bit at the squeeze.)
“oh, y-you don’t gotta thank me! i’m happy to- um, help you.”
They still hugged him, Kieran's surpringly very nice to cuddle with.
"..Alright..but still..Thank you.."
(kieran hugged back, smiling sweetly.)
"no problem... oh, uh, by the way. i-i don't mean to pry, but..."
(he inhaled, leaning back a bit.)
"what's your name? like, real name. i j-just... i feel like we've grown pretty close and i don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything-"
They slowly blink and slightly pulled away to look at Kieran. "...I already told you..that...Umm..At least I think..so..?" They're currently unsure if they did told him their real name or not. "Oh well.."
"It's Dmitry..or Dima for short.." They might as well remind him, they're in fact quite close and he probably deserves to know.
“did you? oh jeez— sorry if i did-…”
“…”
(at the reveal of their name, he just blinked, staring at them for a moment. then the tears started burning in his eyes.)
“c-cool name! um— thank you for telling me, really. i-”
(he paused, just wiping the tears from his eyes. he seemed ashamed almost, face tinted a bit red.)
“sorry for crying again— it’s probably annoying by now.. thank you though, really. dima.”
"No...need to...apologise...don't worry..It's okay to..cry.." They placed a hand on his shoulder as an attempt to give Kieran some comfort. "..And.. it's..not annoying.."
"...What's.. wrong..Kieran.?"
“mnthanks…”
(he mumbled, bringing his shirt up to soak up his tears.)
“sorry, it’s-” (he paused, murmuring to himself in self-consciousness.) “i’m just… happy. that you told me.”
"..Kieran..you seriously don't..have to apologise for..crying.." They pat his shoulder. "..Don't worry..I understand.."
"..."
(for a moment, he just sat there, sniffling. he leaned forward, tucking his chin into the crook of their neck and closing his eyes, letting his shaking hands rest on their shoulders.)
"... thank you.."
In the response, they patted his head with soft giggle. Even though Kieran is very obviously an obsessive freak who did killed people, he's quite cute when he gets emotional like that over such a small thing like knowing their real name.
Oh well, his hair been 'a bit' greasy though. Good that the cultist is at least wearing gloves...But they must wash them soon.
(as they patted his head, he hummed a tiny bit, shifting closer to them. he was quiet for the most part, aside from the occasional sniffle and murmur. but soon enough, he grew silent, eyes closed against their neck.)
"...Feeling comfortable..like this..hmm?" They quietly giggled as they continued petting Kieran's head like if he was a cat.
(kieran didn't respond, simply just nuzzling against them. after a bit, he went still, seemingly asleep.)
After they noticed that Kieran pretty much fell asleep, the cultist just giggled quietly and picked him up. They're either stronger than they look or simply Kieran isn't too heavy. They carried him to the bed and then covered with a blanket, then they layed next to him..A short nap won't hurt, right?
✿~•"You Are A DISAPPOINTMENT To This Family, Everyone But You Has Given Me A Grandkid, I DON'T EVEN TALK TO ABBOT ANYMORE AND TECHNICALLY I HAVE GRANDKIDS FROM HIM, YOU ON THE OTHER HAND JUST HAVE CATS."•~✿
✿~•"FOR FUCKS SAKE TIMOFEY HAD A KID BEFORE YOU!?"•~✿
@carrying-coins
"..."
"👀👀👀👀"
@carrying-coins
What????? What?? Why are you lookin’ at me? ‘S your problem?
“y-y’know, if you need- o-OR want some kids…. i’m here!”
(he offers a thin, slightly awkward smile.)
“… we should totally have kids…”
"He Already Has Amorette"
“…”
(he just stared blankly at luck.)
“who the fuck is amorette and where did it come from?”
"Infant, She Got Adopted By Artie"
“… t-they can always have another kid! i mean, i’m willing to become a father for them :33”
"Your Gonna Be The Reason Jeffery Dahmer Exists, I Swear"
“eh? what’d you say?”
"Oh Look Artie Is Over There, Why Don't You Go Harass Him'
@carrying-coins
No, don’t do that. We really don’t even have t’ talk. Actually, I have t’ go.,, gotta feed amorette, n all, so…..
@my-knife-goes-doki-doki
“h-HEY, I CAN HELP!! u-um, i had a lot of pets when i was younger! and i’m real good at caring for things! we don’t gotta talk if you don’t wanna! i can be quiet!…”
Babies an’ pets are really not the same things. An’ I think it’d be real shitty of me t’ let you have her. Bad influence an’ all that..
“well— yeah, but… y’know! they’re… s-similar? like, um, how you— you know what i mean!”
(he stammered.)
“… bad influence? how am i a bad influence?? i’m just tryna help you…”
I don’t know!! You like, tried t’ shoot me various times?? Seems like not a very good influence.
“wha-! w-well, she doesn’t know that! a-AND i won’t do it again! that was, like, months ago! you think i’m gonna pull out my gun and start teaching her how to shoot!?”
I don’t know what you’d do, ‘s the point! You’d probably hold her hostage if it meant you got favours!
<he throws his hands up in protest, unconvinced.>
I’d jus’ make pink or someone watch her, if I wanted her watched. I don’t think you even know what a bottle looks like, let alone how t’ set it up right for the baby!
"h-hey, i would NOT do that to a child! especially one so special to my dear artie!"
(...)
"rREALLY!? you'd pick PINK over me!? t-they're a visitor! at least i'm human! and hey, i'm a quick learner, alright! c-can't you just trust me?"
(as the sun set and the air cooled, kieran sat in his apartment after treating himself to a nice meal by dima and enjoying himself. y'know... it's been a while since he'd seen artie... maybe he should visit them! yeah, that's a good idea! he tugged on his sleeveless jean jacket, shoving his cigarette pack and some scissors in his pants pockets. he headed towards the door before pausing, glancing back at his pillow.)
(...)
(maybe it would be a good idea to bring his pistol. just in case. he snatched it, freshly reloading it and slipping it into his other pocket before skipping out of his apartment.)
(it was dark out by the time he reached the school. he was humming some stupid tune; probably a RED4TEE melody or something. he crouched stealthily around the perimeter, trying to see if he could catch a glimpse of artie anywhere. well, he could always just see bee, but... they met not long ago. he continued looking into windows, but one made him stop right in his tracks. right there. in that room. was...)
"..."
"oh shIt"
@a-hermit-ish
Mikhail was still getting familiar with the surroundings again, staying that period of time away made him almost forget of the school's layout. But then he noticed it.
The scent reached him first, and the hermit wasn't sure why it was so familiar or why it made a shiver run down his back and the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. Noise hit him just after, his pointy ears moving slightly with it.
He sharply turned his head around when it sounded too close, just to see him in one of the windows, a growl ripping it's way out of his throat and his ears pinning back when he recognizes who exactly he's looking at.
"You."
(the moment they locked eyes, kieran launched off. he ran as fast as he could, though he didn't quite know where. after turning a sharp corner, he jumped through a broken window into the school, planning to try and lose mikhail- if he even could.)
"shitshitshitshiit!"
(he muttered breathlessly, slamming open the classroom door and running down the hallway, not caring at all for any passersby that might spot him. running up a flight of stairs, he reached into his pocket, gripping his pistol tightly and gritting his teeth.)
("since when did he get back!? i thought he was fucking gone! damnit, damnit- oh goodd, i'm soo done!!")
✿~•"You Are A DISAPPOINTMENT To This Family, Everyone But You Has Given Me A Grandkid, I DON'T EVEN TALK TO ABBOT ANYMORE AND TECHNICALLY I HAVE GRANDKIDS FROM HIM, YOU ON THE OTHER HAND JUST HAVE CATS."•~✿
✿~•"FOR FUCKS SAKE TIMOFEY HAD A KID BEFORE YOU!?"•~✿
@carrying-coins
"..."
"👀👀👀👀"
@carrying-coins
What????? What?? Why are you lookin’ at me? ‘S your problem?
“y-y’know, if you need- o-OR want some kids…. i’m here!”
(he offers a thin, slightly awkward smile.)
“… we should totally have kids…”
"He Already Has Amorette"
“…”
(he just stared blankly at luck.)
“who the fuck is amorette and where did it come from?”
"Infant, She Got Adopted By Artie"
“… t-they can always have another kid! i mean, i’m willing to become a father for them :33”
"Your Gonna Be The Reason Jeffery Dahmer Exists, I Swear"
“eh? what’d you say?”
"Oh Look Artie Is Over There, Why Don't You Go Harass Him'
@carrying-coins
No, don’t do that. We really don’t even have t’ talk. Actually, I have t’ go.,, gotta feed amorette, n all, so…..
@my-knife-goes-doki-doki
“h-HEY, I CAN HELP!! u-um, i had a lot of pets when i was younger! and i’m real good at caring for things! we don’t gotta talk if you don’t wanna! i can be quiet!…”
Babies an’ pets are really not the same things. An’ I think it’d be real shitty of me t’ let you have her. Bad influence an’ all that..
“well— yeah, but… y’know! they’re… s-similar? like, um, how you— you know what i mean!”
(he stammered.)
“… bad influence? how am i a bad influence?? i’m just tryna help you…”
I don’t know!! You like, tried t’ shoot me various times?? Seems like not a very good influence.
“wha-! w-well, she doesn’t know that! a-AND i won’t do it again! that was, like, months ago! you think i’m gonna pull out my gun and start teaching her how to shoot!?”
✿~•"You Are A DISAPPOINTMENT To This Family, Everyone But You Has Given Me A Grandkid, I DON'T EVEN TALK TO ABBOT ANYMORE AND TECHNICALLY I HAVE GRANDKIDS FROM HIM, YOU ON THE OTHER HAND JUST HAVE CATS."•~✿
✿~•"FOR FUCKS SAKE TIMOFEY HAD A KID BEFORE YOU!?"•~✿
@carrying-coins
"..."
"👀👀👀👀"
@carrying-coins
What????? What?? Why are you lookin’ at me? ‘S your problem?
“y-y’know, if you need- o-OR want some kids…. i’m here!”
(he offers a thin, slightly awkward smile.)
“… we should totally have kids…”
"He Already Has Amorette"
“…”
(he just stared blankly at luck.)
“who the fuck is amorette and where did it come from?”
"Infant, She Got Adopted By Artie"
“… t-they can always have another kid! i mean, i’m willing to become a father for them :33”
"Your Gonna Be The Reason Jeffery Dahmer Exists, I Swear"
“eh? what’d you say?”
"Oh Look Artie Is Over There, Why Don't You Go Harass Him'
@carrying-coins
No, don’t do that. We really don’t even have t’ talk. Actually, I have t’ go.,, gotta feed amorette, n all, so…..
@my-knife-goes-doki-doki
“h-HEY, I CAN HELP!! u-um, i had a lot of pets when i was younger! and i’m real good at caring for things! we don’t gotta talk if you don’t wanna! i can be quiet!…”
Babies an’ pets are really not the same things. An’ I think it’d be real shitty of me t’ let you have her. Bad influence an’ all that..
“well— yeah, but… y’know! they’re… s-similar? like, um, how you— you know what i mean!”
(he stammered.)
“… bad influence? how am i a bad influence?? i’m just tryna help you…”
✿~•"You Are A DISAPPOINTMENT To This Family, Everyone But You Has Given Me A Grandkid, I DON'T EVEN TALK TO ABBOT ANYMORE AND TECHNICALLY I HAVE GRANDKIDS FROM HIM, YOU ON THE OTHER HAND JUST HAVE CATS."•~✿
✿~•"FOR FUCKS SAKE TIMOFEY HAD A KID BEFORE YOU!?"•~✿
@carrying-coins
"..."
"👀👀👀👀"
@carrying-coins
What????? What?? Why are you lookin’ at me? ‘S your problem?
“y-y’know, if you need- o-OR want some kids…. i’m here!”
(he offers a thin, slightly awkward smile.)
“… we should totally have kids…”
"He Already Has Amorette"
“…”
(he just stared blankly at luck.)
“who the fuck is amorette and where did it come from?”
"Infant, She Got Adopted By Artie"
“… t-they can always have another kid! i mean, i’m willing to become a father for them :33”
"Your Gonna Be The Reason Jeffery Dahmer Exists, I Swear"
“eh? what’d you say?”
"Oh Look Artie Is Over There, Why Don't You Go Harass Him'
@carrying-coins
No, don’t do that. We really don’t even have t’ talk. Actually, I have t’ go.,, gotta feed amorette, n all, so…..
@my-knife-goes-doki-doki
“h-HEY, I CAN HELP!! u-um, i had a lot of pets when i was younger! and i’m real good at caring for things! we don’t gotta talk if you don’t wanna! i can be quiet!…”
✿~•"You Are A DISAPPOINTMENT To This Family, Everyone But You Has Given Me A Grandkid, I DON'T EVEN TALK TO ABBOT ANYMORE AND TECHNICALLY I HAVE GRANDKIDS FROM HIM, YOU ON THE OTHER HAND JUST HAVE CATS."•~✿
✿~•"FOR FUCKS SAKE TIMOFEY HAD A KID BEFORE YOU!?"•~✿
@carrying-coins
"..."
"👀👀👀👀"
@carrying-coins
What????? What?? Why are you lookin’ at me? ‘S your problem?
“y-y’know, if you need- o-OR want some kids…. i’m here!”
(he offers a thin, slightly awkward smile.)
“… we should totally have kids…”
"He Already Has Amorette"
“…”
(he just stared blankly at luck.)
“who the fuck is amorette and where did it come from?”
"Infant, She Got Adopted By Artie"
“… t-they can always have another kid! i mean, i’m willing to become a father for them :33”
"Your Gonna Be The Reason Jeffery Dahmer Exists, I Swear"
“eh? what’d you say?”
✿~•"You Are A DISAPPOINTMENT To This Family, Everyone But You Has Given Me A Grandkid, I DON'T EVEN TALK TO ABBOT ANYMORE AND TECHNICALLY I HAVE GRANDKIDS FROM HIM, YOU ON THE OTHER HAND JUST HAVE CATS."•~✿
✿~•"FOR FUCKS SAKE TIMOFEY HAD A KID BEFORE YOU!?"•~✿
@carrying-coins
"..."
"👀👀👀👀"
@carrying-coins
What????? What?? Why are you lookin’ at me? ‘S your problem?
“y-y’know, if you need- o-OR want some kids…. i’m here!”
(he offers a thin, slightly awkward smile.)
“… we should totally have kids…”
"He Already Has Amorette"
“…”
(he just stared blankly at luck.)
“who the fuck is amorette and where did it come from?”
"Infant, She Got Adopted By Artie"
“… t-they can always have another kid! i mean, i’m willing to become a father for them :33”
✿~•"You Are A DISAPPOINTMENT To This Family, Everyone But You Has Given Me A Grandkid, I DON'T EVEN TALK TO ABBOT ANYMORE AND TECHNICALLY I HAVE GRANDKIDS FROM HIM, YOU ON THE OTHER HAND JUST HAVE CATS."•~✿
✿~•"FOR FUCKS SAKE TIMOFEY HAD A KID BEFORE YOU!?"•~✿
@carrying-coins
"..."
"👀👀👀👀"
@carrying-coins
What????? What?? Why are you lookin’ at me? ‘S your problem?
“y-y’know, if you need- o-OR want some kids…. i’m here!”
(he offers a thin, slightly awkward smile.)
“… we should totally have kids…”
"He Already Has Amorette"
“…”
(he just stared blankly at luck.)
“who the fuck is amorette and where did it come from?”
✿~•"You Are A DISAPPOINTMENT To This Family, Everyone But You Has Given Me A Grandkid, I DON'T EVEN TALK TO ABBOT ANYMORE AND TECHNICALLY I HAVE GRANDKIDS FROM HIM, YOU ON THE OTHER HAND JUST HAVE CATS."•~✿
✿~•"FOR FUCKS SAKE TIMOFEY HAD A KID BEFORE YOU!?"•~✿
@carrying-coins
"..."
"👀👀👀👀"
@carrying-coins
What????? What?? Why are you lookin’ at me? ‘S your problem?
“y-y’know, if you need- o-OR want some kids…. i’m here!”
(he offers a thin, slightly awkward smile.)
“… we should totally have kids…”
(as the sun set and the air cooled, kieran sat in his apartment after treating himself to a nice meal by dima and enjoying himself. y'know... it's been a while since he'd seen artie... maybe he should visit them! yeah, that's a good idea! he tugged on his sleeveless jean jacket, shoving his cigarette pack and some scissors in his pants pockets. he headed towards the door before pausing, glancing back at his pillow.)
(...)
(maybe it would be a good idea to bring his pistol. just in case. he snatched it, freshly reloading it and slipping it into his other pocket before skipping out of his apartment.)
(it was dark out by the time he reached the school. he was humming some stupid tune; probably a RED4TEE melody or something. he crouched stealthily around the perimeter, trying to see if he could catch a glimpse of artie anywhere. well, he could always just see bee, but... they met not long ago. he continued looking into windows, but one made him stop right in his tracks. right there. in that room. was...)
"..."
"oh shIt"
@a-hermit-ish
✿~•"You Are A DISAPPOINTMENT To This Family, Everyone But You Has Given Me A Grandkid, I DON'T EVEN TALK TO ABBOT ANYMORE AND TECHNICALLY I HAVE GRANDKIDS FROM HIM, YOU ON THE OTHER HAND JUST HAVE CATS."•~✿
✿~•"FOR FUCKS SAKE TIMOFEY HAD A KID BEFORE YOU!?"•~✿
@carrying-coins
"..."
"👀👀👀👀"
@carrying-coins
Asks are open once again
Heyy hah long time no see, huh? Welp, I got my shit together, have a different job now and my life is mostly back on the tracks, so, for your happiness or sadness, I'm back to the rp community! :D
// JUST SAW THIS OH MY GOD
@red4tee-disbanded-fans-dni WE NEED TO COOK
get the fuck away from me
The cultist wasn't here for a couple of weeks or more, just to suddendly appear with a bag full of food. They standed right above Kieran's bed, noticing that he's asleep..It's really hard to believe that he left the doors unlocked and took a nap. At first they thought that something bad happened so they entered his house without invitation, just to discover that he's just deeply asleep.
They took off their veil and put it aside along with the plastic bag, then stared at him for a moment before deciding to wake him up.
"Kieran...wake up.." They touched his shoulder and gently shaked him a bit. "I got..you something..to eat.." The cultist sighs.
@veileddeathcultist-askblog
(kieran woke up immediately, flinching and snatching his pair of scissors from under his pillow and aiming it at vic.)
"wHO- oh. hi vic!!"
(he immediately dropped the scissors at the sight of them, smiling sweetly, leaning forward and hugging their hips from where he sat.)
"ah- REALLY!? aahhh, thank you! i don't deserve you... you're always so nice, ehe..."
Their eyes immidietaly widened after seeing Kieran pointing the scissors at them, the cultist literally froze in place. It did scared them, for a moment they seriously thought that he's gonna stab them. Even though they couldn't blame him for such a reaction.
"I'm..sorry for..walking in without..invitation...You left the..doors ..unlocked and..didn't responded when..I knocked so..Umm..I just thought that..I should check.. if...you're.. alright.." They calmed down a bit when Kieran put the scissors aside and just hugged them. "I..hope that..you don't..mind.."
They take a deep breath and patted his head. "Just..remember to lock them..next time.."
"sorry... um, no, it's fine! i-it's honestly flattering that you thought to check on me, ehe."
(he fanned himself, leaning into the head pat before pulling them down onto his bed with him.)
"i will! or... um, i'll try."
(he mumbled, one hand intertwining their fingers, the other brushing through their hair.)
"..hey..what ..are-" They didn't finished the sentence, just ended up being pulled onto Kieran's bed. They didn't minded it that much, after spending some time with him they already knew that Kieran is quite..clingy and 'affectionate' (to the point it's creepy sometimes) but he could warn them at least before doing so.
"Um..you really..missed me...I see.." They muttered quietly, letting him just hold their hand and caress through their hair.
"Kieran..I'm serious..you must remember..to.. do..so.." The cultist sighs, their tone sounded serious as they looked him directly in the eyes. "..Especially in your..situation...Someone might break.. in and..harm you..!"
"i did!"
(he giggled whilst separating knots from their hair.)
"i said i'll try. a-and, um, i guess someone could."
(he mumbled, looking down. his mind suddenly flashed back to pink- the way they pinned him against the wall, clawed his eyes in... he shuddered visibly at the memory.)
"i promise i'll try not to let you down!"
(however, he smiled with a chirpy tone right after, trying to keep up the mood a bit around them.)
"Maybe..you should hang up..some note to..remember.." They decided to change the topic, seems like Kieran understood.
"Oh..I brought some..new things..besides pasta and..other long term products.." The cultist pointed at the bag, sitting up a bit on the bed. "I managed.. to find... eggs..It's not..much but hey..At least that's some..diversity..! You must..got tired of eating only pasta..and..rice.."
"Also.. got you.. some sweets.." Now they pulled away from Kieran's touch for a moment to pick up the bag so he can see what's inside. "And..other things...like..umm..potatoes..hope that you like ..those.."
(he nodded along, perking up at the mention of food. he leaned forward a bit, trying to peer inside the bag.)
"thank you! erh, it's fine, i'm good with pasta. i mean, any food is good food!"
(he gave a thumbs up, his smile widened even more at the mention of sweets.)
"um, thank you again. yeah, i pretty much like anything, hehe. uh, what else did you get?"
"..Mostly same..things as..before..long term products.." They pulled out two bags of pasta, some rice and jars of sauces. "Also..potatoes.. eggs..um..two chocolate bars and...pack of cookies.." The cultist pulls out more food from the bag and shows it to Kieran.
"Oh..also.." And then they pulled a few cans of some energy drink. "Thought..that you might..like it.."
"woah..."
(he murmured, reaching out to grab the chocolate bar, turning it around in his hands like it was some spectacle.)
"i remember the last time i ate this... in, um, college i think."
(he said before turning his attention to the energy drink. he snatched it, scanning it closely. his shoulders slumped- seemingly a bit disappointed, but gave vic a grateful smile nonetheless.)
"it's not the limited-edition autographed red4tee energy drink but... it seems good! thanks."
(he repeated the words again awkwardly, idly tapping the metal of the can with his uncut fingernails.)
"...They sold..limited..energy drinks..?" It's unsurprising actually..They looked at that body pillow and reminded themselves that this band in general sold a very specific merch. Wouldn't be surprised if only Kieran bought those..
The sound of Kieran tapping the can with his nails reminded them about something. "...Do you..think that..it's possible to..trim those..a bit..?" The cultist looked down at their claws.
"y-yeah! and it said that spence also had drank from it before- and i swear i could have tasted him a bit when i did drink it, ehe..."
(his grip on the can tightened briefly, staring idly at the sheets. that was before they spoke.)
"huh? um, i don't have a nail cutter or anything... i don't know if you have something to cut them with."
"I don't..have anything..Thought that..maybe you..do..." They sigh and keep staring at their claws. "I should get.. rid ..of those.. somehow..It's too..sharp..might hurt someone.." They think about it definitely too much. After losing that muzzle, the cultist realised that heir claws are more dangerous than their jaw..Too sharp, like a blade.
"Wait...What do you..mean that it..tasted like Spence..? H..how did.. you know.. how he tastes like..?" They're a bit confused now.
"awh, okay. erh, will scissors do? i dunno..."
(he trailed off, glancing at their claws then at the bedsheets. he reached for his bodypillow, pulling it to his chest. 'might hurt someone'... he tensed up a bit, mind drifting off. no, no, don't think of that! they'd never do something like that to you... right?)
"oh, i-" (he cleared his throat.) "i've kIssed him before, ehe. plus, i'd never forget something as important as that!" (his voice cracked a tiny bit, a smile pulling on his lips at the new memory.)
"Oh..I get..it.." They nodded, not continuing this topic after receiving an answear on their question.
"And..no..Something sharper..would be better..or maybe..a ..nail file..? You know..just to get rid of the sharp ends.." The cultist thinks about it, might as well find something like this somewhere else but will do it later.
"..What would..you like to..eat..for 'breakfast'..? Haha..sorry..I'm a bit hungry.." Not again..Maybe stuffing themselves with normal food will help with it?
“y-yeah, ehheh. it was amazing, i-”
(he paused, seeing their facial expression… did they not like talking about this? he was silent for a moment before glancing down at his lap, biting his nails.)
“um, sorry, i don’t have a nail file. and, uh— i don’t really care! i… i wanna try the chocolate though.”
"Kieran..stop biting..those.." They took Kieran's hand and pulled it away from his mouth. The cultist just cannot help it, this specific habit disgusts and annoys them. They accidentally digged one of their claws into his skin, not enough to make him bleed but he definitely felt it. The cultist quickly pulled away after realising it..They should seriously make themselves something to eat.
"...Then..I will make..myself.. something..to eat...Umm..You can tell me what..you..been..doing when..I wasn't here..while I..cook..Haha..After all..we haven't..seen each other..for a while.." They changed the topic and slowly got up from the bed. Then they walked towards the kitchen..
"ah- sorry, it's a habiiIIT-"
(his words formed into a sharp whine of pain, his face grimacing as he tried to pull away from vic's nails. when they let go, he rubs his hand, trying to soothe the ache. he doesn't say anything surrounding it, just glancing at his hand, then at vic.)
"..."
"okAy..."
"...I'm sorry..if..I hurt you..it wasn't on..purpose.." They muttered while looking at Kieran, feeling really bad about it after they heard his painful whine. The cultist sighed deeply afterwards and then returned to Kieran, this time they made sure to be more careful and took his hand. Then they guided him towards the kitchen where they started gathering ingrediants for the meal.
"So..how's your..searching for..Spence is..going..?" They asked while picking up a pack of pasta.
"... i... it's fine..."
(he said, unusually quiet. he didn't move, instead just sitting there, continuing to rub his hand. his voiced lacked the usual chirpy nervous tone.)
"um... it's... okay. i haven't made much... progress."
They did noticed that sudden change in Kieran's behaviour and tone of voice. Not very surprised about it..Now they're deep in thoughts, again.
"You...must think that..I'm a monster..." They said out loud while pouring some bottled water into the pot. "...I don't..blame you.."
“n-no i don’t..”
(kieran murmured, voice slightly shaky. it was amusing how his mood could change so drastically just by one action.)
They stayed quiet, didn't said anything st first and simply continued cooking. The cultist turned on the stove, now they must wait until the water starts to boil before adding pasta.
"Then..why are..you acting..like that..? Kieran..you look..nervous.."
“i-it’s nothing.”
(he just said, staring down at his lap. his wrist twitched a bit- his eyes darting to the bandage on that same hand.)
(… ouch.)
"...I see that..something is..wrong..Just tell me.."
“it’s NOT.”
(he said, voice cracking a tiny bit. he clutched his body pillow tightly, shoving his face into the fabric.)
The cultist's body made some weird loud bones cracking noise after Kieran rised his voice a bit, afterwards they took a deep breath. They should remain calm and patient, even though they genuinely hate situations like that. Something is clearly wrong, why he can't just tell them?
"Is..it about..that 'scratch'..? I haven't..done that on..purpose..Does it hurt now..?"
"mm."
(kieran just mumbled, sitting there like a literal child, hands quivering lightly. his wrist ached. the one with the bandage.)
They rised an eyebrow and took a fee steps in his direction. Then kneeled before him and gently took his hands, this time paying more attention to not dig their claws into him. The cultist inspected Kieran's wrists and then looked up at him. The one they accidentally digged their claws in looked fine, just a few red spots been visible on it, not worse than a cat scratch.
"Kieran..may I take..a look your the..other wrist..?" They asked, not unwrapping it yet.
"..."
(he flinched as they took his hands into theirs, but didn't pull away. a visible shudder ran through him at the question, his wrist panging even more at the words. he pressed his face deeper into the pillow, trying to drown out the memories. however, he nodded. maybe... maybe if he showed them it they would care for him more. spend more time with him.)
After noticing that Kieran nodded, the cultist very slowly started unwrapping the bandage. "It..might hurt a bit..it seems that..blood and..everything sticked to..it.." They muttered and continued, tried to do is as gently as possible to not cause him more pain.
They finally managed to take the bandage off and took a look at the wound..
"nng.."
(kieran whined quietly as they unraveled the bandage, his grip on the pillow tightening. the wound was... nasty, to say the least. the blood was sticky- some puss leaking out of the wound... the skin near it flushed a shade of red...)
"Oh..my..Kieran..y-you.." Their eyes widened as soon as they wound was revealed, obviously infected and looking extremely gross. Yet the smell, that scent of blood..No, not now, they must help him.
"We..must clean it..do you..have any.. first aid kit there..? Or..soap.?" They do have some bandage hidden underneath their robe (adding pockets inside it to carry useful things around was the great idea.) but Kieran's wound needed much more than that! They must clean it first.
(he lifted his head a bit at their shocked words. his brows furrowed, hand quivering even more.)
"w-what is i-"
(he cut himself off, ducking back into the sanctuary of his bodypillow after catching a single glimpse of his wound. god- he knew that it would have probably gotten infected, but not that bad!)
"i think spiral left a first aid kit around here somewhere..."
(he just mumbled.)
"Do you..know where she.. left it..?" They asked, already standing up and quickly looking for it around the house. Why didn't he used it before to take the proper care of that wound?! Maybe it wouldn't look as bad as it does now if he did. Obviously, no running water was a big problem in this house, only bottled one was an available option so why didn't he used that one? They have too many questions 'why' but it didn't mattered now.
It took them some time before finally finding it in Kieran's bedroom. They took the first aid kit and returned to Kieran. The cultist started searching for anything inside that box which can be used to disinfect it.
(kieran just shrugged, curling up into himself. he let his injured wrist lie limping by his side, the wound still throbbing like hell. he was never good with wound care. once he heard vic start to scramble around, he just closed his eyes, tears burning.)
"god... if only you could see how pathetic i am, spence..."
(he mumbled, letting out a quiet sob into the fabric. he was pathetic. so pathetic. but... if he was... then maybe vic would feel bad for him. and then, they'd stay... just like spence.)
"..It might..sting a bit.." They finally managed to find some kind of spray for disinfection and gauze to clean it. "Squeeze my..hand when it..hurts too much.." The cultist took Kieran's other hand with their free one before they sprayed the wound.
(kieran placed his hand in vic’s, glancing up at their face— locking eyes before he ducked back into the pillow. when the spray hit his skin, he squeezed almost instantly, writhing and whining quietly.)
"Hey..it's alright..it will stop soon.." They blowed onto his wound, they remember how their mother used to do so after they got injured as a child. Somehow it always helped with pain caused by hydrogen dioxide poured onto the injury.
When Kieran's grip got more loose, they continued. They gently touched it with a gauze until that area got dry. "...I don't know what..else.. I can.. do with it.." They mumbled, mostly to themselves than to Kieran. Then they pulled out the fresh bandage from the first aid kit, since it seemed cleaner than the one they have, and began to bandage his wrist.
(he swallowed, the tears coming faster at their reassurance, even if it was meant to comfort him. well, it did, but... it also reminded him. of his mom. how she never did that.)
"... i-it's fine. um, good."
(he just mumbled, letting them bandage his wrist as he wiped his eyes with his arm.)
"No need..to cry..it's alright.." They said while bandaging it, doing it very carefully to not squeeze it too much. When they finished they looked up at Kieran and then smooched his bandaged wrist with a soft chuckle. They at least tried to light up the mood a bit. "Hope..that it won't hurt..anymore.."
(when they kissed his bandage, he visibly shuddered, looking up at them with teary eyes. however, a small smile curled at his lips as he leaned a bit closer to them.)
"thank you.."
"No...problem.." The cultist said as they looked up at Kieran. He seemed more comfortable now, even leaned closer instead of buring his face against that pillow and squeezing it tightly.
"Just...remember to..change the bandage...regulary..and clean it..I'm serious..the wound looks infected..and I don't want to..cut your hand off in case.. it gets worse.." They quietly chuckled, letting him know that they are serious about cutting his limb off. But yes, he must take a better care of that injury.
"... i'll try."
(kieran mumbled, lowering the pillow slightly, turning his wrist around to look at it. he chuckled along quietly, with a somewhat nervous tinge.)
They look down at him, smiling softly and then they returned to the stove. The water is already boiling, so it's time to add some pasta..It will take some time and the cultist already feels like they're starving and close to just attack someone out of this hunger! How long it will take that pasta to boil? 10 or more minutes? Unless they try to make it al dente, then 8 minutes..It still feels too long.
They look in Kieran's direction for a long moment as if they wanted to ask him something but not too sure how to ask him that without sounding too creepy. They turn off the stove and take a deep breath.
"Kieran..May I..have a.. strange..question..? Um..Did someone..recently died in..this building..? Or..umm...What would you do if I..asked you..if I could...drink your blood..?" They asked him quickly, sounding quite nervous.
(kieran just watched vic get the pasta ready, occasionally glancing to photos of spence around the apartment. after a bit, he stood up, grabbing a red and black wristband from a cluttered desk and slipping it on over his newly wrapped bandage. he turned to vic once he heard them take a deep breath, brows furrowing in a mix of confusion and curiosity.)
“um… not that i know of…”
(he glanced to the direction of his neighbor’s apartment, suddenly feeling like he needed to check if she was still alive or not. he was about to speak again, until he heard their question. he froze completely, eyes widening as he immediately stared back at vic. his lips were parted slightly in shock, hands starting to quiver slightly.)
“…”
“yEs!”
Their eyes widened after hearing that excited "yes!"..Why is he so excited over that..? The cultist stared at Kieran in confusion in silence.
"...'Yes'..in a way that..someone did died here..recently...or..?" They slowly blinked and then realised what he was so excited about. "Oh..So you..agree.."
(kieran's eyes were wide with frantic excitement, even as he tried his best to sit still on the bed. he nodded a little too quickly, a nervous smile twitching onto his lips.)
"ahaah- u-um, yea. ehe, so, uh, what are you gonna... do?..."
(he asked, hands fidgeting in his lap. seems his mood changed up real quick.)
They think about it for a moment and then explain what they gonna do "...Umm..I will cut your skin with my..claws or.. with ..something else if you..prefer.. it that..way..and then just.. lick off the blood.." They walked closer to Kieran until they standed right in front of him. "..Umm..do you still..agree?..if yes then..where can I do it..? Hand..? Neck..? Somewhere..else..? Your choice.."
(kieran just blinked, mind already flooding with frantic thoughts and ideas. licking the blood? holy SHIT that was erotic. and he loved it. um, how about neck? well, the glued on collar pretty much cast his main neck area off limits, and his collarbone area was quite crowded already... oh, yeah, that cigarette burn was there too. were his arms too skinny that it would discourage vic?)
"..."
"uuhh... you can choose!"
"Are you..sure..?" The cultist rised an eyebrow, they preferred Kieran to choose. But oh well, seems like it's their decision now.
They took a closer look at Kieran. Neck doesn't seem like an option at all, he probably wouldn't allow them to take off his collar. They don't want to do anything with Kieran's wrists either since the skin is too thin, who knows if he won't start bleeding out if they cut it too deep? They can't really focus, they're too hungry to think but at the same time they don't want to harm Kieran.
They thought quickly and just pointed at his shoulder, it shouldn't be that bad.. "There..?"
“o-okAy!”
(his voice cracked as he went to tug at the edge of his shirt collar, exposing his shoulder. his face was already flushed, even as he trembled slightly with nerves and anticipation.)
The cultist took a closer look at Kieran's now exposed shoulder, yes, it should be okay. They leaned closer and was about to just do what they were supposed to yet they stopped for a moment before doing so. "...If I..start biting.. or.. anything like that...then tell me..to stop..and hit me if I don't." They said. "...Last time..I..almost got too carried..away.."
After saying that, they couldn't wait any longer and gently pressed their claws against his shoulder. With a quick move they cut it and immidietaly leaned their mouth against it.
...He surprisingly tastes very good. At least better than they expected, weirdly sweet.
(kieran mumbled nervously in agreement, gaze darting to vic then down at his lap. when they started to pierce his skin, he whined slightly in pain, but it was quickly replaced with a sharp gasp.)
(…)
(yeah, it was obvious he was a little too into this.)
..Is he seriously into this?! Okay, they knew that Kieran is a bit weird sometimes but didn't expected him gasping over someone sucking his blood like some kind of vampire. He did tasted very good tho, they must admit, not surprised that he completely bitten off such a big pieces of Kieran's skin...The flavour is too good to resist. What's his blood type? Perhaps some rare one since they don't remember tasting something similar before..
Despite how good his blood tastes, they really wanted to do it quick..They started to feel a bit uncomfortable.
This should be enough to satisfy their hunger for a while...
The cultist pulled away and looked at Kieran, a bit off blood dripped down their bottom lip. They quickly wipped it off with their sleeve. "..Are you...okay..?"
(kieran closed his eyes, whining quietly as they continued. oh, shit. shit, this is really happening. he fisted his jeans, acutely aware of how his face and shoulder was warming up.)
(when vic pulled away, he shuddered a tiny bit, glancing back at them. he felt a bit fuzzy in the head, but decided to ignore it for now.)
“a-ahaah… eheh, um, i’m okay…”
(he just mumbled, feeling his forehead warm up under his fringe.)
"...That's..good..then.." The muttered and looked around.
Where did they left it..? Oh! There it is! They picked up the first aid kit they used before and looked inside. Then they found what the been looking for a small bandaid.
They sticked it to the small wound on Kieran's shoulder with a soft smile on their face.
“thanks…”
(he mumbled as they put the band aid on him, leaning forward to rest his head on their shoulder.)
"Umm..thank..you.. too...for feeding me.." They chuckle quietly and wrap their arms around Kieran, they're hugged him tightly. "I'm..very grateful..for that.."
(his face warmed a tiny bit, tucking into the space of their neck.)
"... so, um... will you like, die? i-if you don't get enough blood."
"Die..? No..more like..." The cultist thinks how should they even say that without sounding like a heartless monster they view themselves as. "...Lose control..let's say.."
"..."
(kieran was just silent for a moment, his mind flashing back to that time that... visitor attacked him months earlier.)
"... okay! that- that doesn't sound too good... i don't think so..."
"It isn't good...I don't want to..harm..anyone...Not anymore..I even..barely eat anything that..I'm supposed to...most of the time.." They sigh deeply. The cultist tries to not think about everything they had done now, why can't they stop feeling guilt whenever that topic is mentioned? "But...sometimes..I have to...even a tiny bit.."
...Kieran does look very familiar..They realised it just now. Yes, they do remember that face- He's the one of not many people who survived their attack.
"supposed to? uhm- you mean... erh, humans?"
(kieran asked, voice turning into sort of a hush. he tapped his fingers against vic's back, chewing on the inside of his cheek. jeez, was that the case for that visitor that attacked him before? it must've been starving...)
(he entertained the thought, even as he knew that it probably wasn't the best to sympathize with the thing who almost killed him.)
"i mean- it's your, um, nature! if you need some blood i'm always open!... ah... ehheh..."
"...Um..yes...that's 'my nature'..."
Should they tell him that..they seen each other before? Perhaps apologise for chasing him, scratching and giving him a black eye? Wouldn't this scare him..? Maybe they should be quiet about it for now.
"...I feel like you..just..enjoyed it a bit..too much..and that's why you're..agreeing.." They giggled quietly and squeezed him. At least they're honest about what they think. "But sure...I will...ask you when..I need some..blood.."
"Thank you.."
“aha… cool! um…”
“well, i guess that’s s-sort of correct. i mean, agreeing is good. usually. i dunno.”
(he said, a tinge of awkwardness in his voice. he giggled along, leaning in closer a tiny bit at the squeeze.)
“oh, y-you don’t gotta thank me! i’m happy to- um, help you.”
They still hugged him, Kieran's surpringly very nice to cuddle with.
"..Alright..but still..Thank you.."
(kieran hugged back, smiling sweetly.)
"no problem... oh, uh, by the way. i-i don't mean to pry, but..."
(he inhaled, leaning back a bit.)
"what's your name? like, real name. i j-just... i feel like we've grown pretty close and i don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything-"
They slowly blink and slightly pulled away to look at Kieran. "...I already told you..that...Umm..At least I think..so..?" They're currently unsure if they did told him their real name or not. "Oh well.."
"It's Dmitry..or Dima for short.." They might as well remind him, they're in fact quite close and he probably deserves to know.
“did you? oh jeez— sorry if i did-…”
“…”
(at the reveal of their name, he just blinked, staring at them for a moment. then the tears started burning in his eyes.)
“c-cool name! um— thank you for telling me, really. i-”
(he paused, just wiping the tears from his eyes. he seemed ashamed almost, face tinted a bit red.)
“sorry for crying again— it’s probably annoying by now.. thank you though, really. dima.”
"No...need to...apologise...don't worry..It's okay to..cry.." They placed a hand on his shoulder as an attempt to give Kieran some comfort. "..And.. it's..not annoying.."
"...What's.. wrong..Kieran.?"
“mnthanks…”
(he mumbled, bringing his shirt up to soak up his tears.)
“sorry, it’s-” (he paused, murmuring to himself in self-consciousness.) “i’m just… happy. that you told me.”
"..Kieran..you seriously don't..have to apologise for..crying.." They pat his shoulder. "..Don't worry..I understand.."
"..."
(for a moment, he just sat there, sniffling. he leaned forward, tucking his chin into the crook of their neck and closing his eyes, letting his shaking hands rest on their shoulders.)
"... thank you.."
In the response, they patted his head with soft giggle. Even though Kieran is very obviously an obsessive freak who did killed people, he's quite cute when he gets emotional like that over such a small thing like knowing their real name.
Oh well, his hair been 'a bit' greasy though. Good that the cultist is at least wearing gloves...But they must wash them soon.
(as they patted his head, he hummed a tiny bit, shifting closer to them. he was quiet for the most part, aside from the occasional sniffle and murmur. but soon enough, he grew silent, eyes closed against their neck.)
"...Feeling comfortable..like this..hmm?" They quietly giggled as they continued petting Kieran's head like if he was a cat.
(kieran didn't respond, simply just nuzzling against them. after a bit, he went still, seemingly asleep.)
