@strcinedhecrts / camila location: hells gate / samhain soiree
"Whatever the hell it is you want, Cami..." He growled out, something akin to a dog raising it's haunches. Unspoken words settled like tar in his chest, a vicious burning following through as the curvature of his mouth twists into a snarl, "Fuck off." It's presumptuous, and he knows it, but Caelan has long since tolerated the presence of such a woman. After watching the bitch pick apart captives of afterglow; subject to experiment after experiment – after she'd aided in marking his own body with patchwork scars, the only thing keeping him from ripping the heart from her chest, was his brother. Ironically enough. "He's not fucking here." It'd been hours since he'd seen Feary from a distance.