@hamletsboy || cont.
❛ you are a fool. ❜
his words are a whisper, brows furrowed as lips pull to expose sharpened canines ; a beast baring it’s teeth. the fingers on his skin are a flood of heat to pale skin, and so quickly does he snatch them away, holding hand tight within his claws, poised to break it as he had done to the giddy little blond in the past. this chosen king, a prodigal son, with his life on the line saw NOW a fit time to jest with the daemon, truly offer up his heart for the taking. why the heart calls to him, murciélago could never quite describe. it was something craved -- something he never had. claws tear at tunic, ripping it to shreds with ease, now tracing at the bared skin of chest. it was too easy -- but he could not resist the temptation of reaping his reward.
❛ wanting to die alone, with no one around -- what a strange human. ❜