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💬 "Rumor has it you like being bitten. Is that true I wonder?" Lily grinned showing off her fangs. She hadn't eaten in awhile.
Vincent grinned with a fiendish smile, his teeth lengthening before her eyes. “If you bite me with them fuckin’ suckers, I’ll have to pin you down and eat my snack before supper time.”
Vincent belongs to @electricpuke
‘Are you strange like me?' starter for Lilim Lily and whichever muse you want
He had heard her footsteps for a while and could tell after turning onto random streets that this person wasn’t just going home. No, no. Has his contacts not been in, his eyes would’ve been gleaming with a manic joy at the itch of a fight.
Andrei pivoted, the heel of his Converses squeaking harshly on the concrete. Meeting a girl with long black hair and bright blue eyes, he didn’t hesitate as his hand closed around her throat and he lifted her against the wall of the nearby alley.
Oh, hells she was pretty. But he knew that pain came in all sorts of sizes.
Leaning in close to her, he tightened his grip on the thin throat. Throughout the flicker of emotions reflected in her eyes, he noticed an emotion that wasn’t there in his previous fighters: interest.
With a dark hum, he dug his free hand into her black locks and pulled back, exposing her neck where he smiled at the mock submission. Meeting her eyes, he tilted his head to the side in his own show of intrigue.
“You seem to not have an issue at all like this. Could it be..” His voice ricocheted off the shadowed alley as he leaned in close to her ear to provide a venom-wrapped whisper. “Are you strange like me?”
☠ - angry/violent headcanon/ Andrei
OH MY GOD I HAVE BEEN WAITING AGES FOR THIS.
Remember those chains he has dangling from his jeans at the hips?
He likes to unlatch them and wrap them around his knuckles.
He likes to hook a finger at the end of a loop and just swing that metal out to collide with whatever it will. (Of course, he has much practice with them so to prevent bodily injury to himself he can have the chain wrap back around his hand.
Shall we mention wrapping the chain around a throat?
Or any limb?
He likes talking:
“Oh! Looks like I’m going home with flesh in my chains.”
“Damn, I just cleaned these yesterday, too.”
“Lucky for you, I haven’t cleaned these for two weeks. Maybe you’ll get infected.”
“Try to keep quiet, after all there are others around.”
“Why do you insist on causing attention, maybe I should rip your throat out…”
“Oh? You’re still up. Great, I’m not done with you yet.”
He could knock someone out with one punch, “But where’s the fun in that?”
Fights those who:
are hurting others.
are hurting/hurt his people.
are underestimate him.
have bad vibes and try talking to him.
come to him on a bad day. “You were at the wrong place, at the wrong time. I’d say sorry, but I’m not. Learn body language.”
He works out for a reason, doesn’t just rely on his chains.
Likes throwing others, especially when they’ve pissed him off. “You’re as light as a feather. Try giving me a challenge.”
He kicks with intent to break/damage.
His punches are enough to kill.
He is not above strangling.
However, if you are someone he loves:
He won’t raise his voice.
He will watch you closely, even through his anger to see how you’re doing.
Secludes himself if he can’t think straight.
sunflower: would you like to be a fairy or a mermaid?
Fairy.They're evil little creatures and I've always been fascinated with the extent they can "lie" without telling the full truth. And I don't like the ocean so....mermaids are out.
“Why are you so nice to me?" Prompt for Lily and Andrei
“Why are you so nice to me?”
Brown eyes watched the smaller from across the isle where hewas resting against the edge of a bookcase. His eyes raked over the long black hair, thebeautiful irises, and the equally endearing glasses atop her nose.
What began as a calm, soothing day on the second floor ofthe library was shaken when he heard soft cries coming from below him. Theywere so soft, he waited a few moments to make sure he heard right beforemoving. Closing his sketchbook, he placed it in his shoulder bag as he walkedover to the railing. He saw her with hands covering her face, shoulders shakingsoftly with her knees brought up to her chest.
Worried and curious, he rested his arms on the railing for amoment. Maybe she only needed space, couldn’t cry with someone else nearby. Heunderstood it, after all he was the same. But he felt the need to do something,he wanted to help. Biting his lip in thought, he took notice of the café adjacentto the library.
Would she still be here when he got back? What could he dothat would help convince her to stay? Narrowing his eyes, he took out hissketchbook and ripped a page out. Taking a pen from the side of the bag, hewrote:
Stay here. I won’tbite.
On any other case he wouldn’t have stuck around, would’ve leftthem to their vices as he walked off. But he couldn’t fight the need to dothis. With a groan, he folded the piece of paper before descending the stairstwo at a time. When he passed the railing behind her, he slid the paper throughso that it would fall in her periphery onto the floor. When her eyes met his,he gave a soft smile before walking to the café. Ordering a chocolate Frappuccinoand a tea with cinnamon, honey, and jasmine he waited a few moments as theymade the drinks.
He didn’t know which drink she liked, but he hoped she wouldbe happy. At the last minute, he picked up a Danish before taking the drinksback into the library. Sneaking them through, he breathed out a sigh of reliefas he saw she stayed. Kneeling before her, he sat the two drinks down alongwith the Danish. “Hello.” A few moments passed before her voice sounded.
“Why are you so nice to me?”
Brown eyes watched the smaller from across the isle where hewas resting against the edge of a bookcase. His eyes raked over the long black hair, thebeautiful irises, and the equally endearing glasses atop her nose.
“You looked like youneeded some trust in humanity.”
