@greyedtimelord
Another show with the Cirque. There was a face that stuck out to him though-- an old man who caught Darren’s eye. He was tall and lanky, clad in a black coat with red lining. He found himself reminded of Crepsley-- though this stranger looked far older than Larten had. He still had the same air-- and strangely enough, almost the same scent.
He seemed distracted, perhaps lost? As he wasn’t a performer anymore, Darren had become a stagehand. He’d approach the male, see what was wrong, try to help him. Though as he drew closer his ears picked up on something... peculiar.
Ba-da-da-dum. Ba-da-da-dum.
Worry struck him-- that heartbeat hardly sounded healthy or proper. He’d spent enough time around humans these many years to understand what a healthy heartbeat was. Crepsley had trained him not to prey on those with weak or unpredictable heartbeats, as the strain of taking the blood could harm them. Was the man experiencing a heart attack? He moved closer, swiftly coming up alongside the stranger. “Excuse me. Do you need some help?”