@drculs asked "places a gentle kiss upon his cheek — apocalypse ."
To the eyes of someone who, perhaps, knew the tyrant a fair amount less intimately? It would have seemed as though a wave of irritation had crossed those harshened features. But it was no doubt that the other immortal knew better - it was in the way those deep red eyes do not harshen or blaze with rage and the way those dead blue lips do not deepen their scowl.
A massive hand raises to touch against the other man's face and, with a surprising gentleness, hold the Lord of Vampires in place. A tilt of his head and blue lips capture his - gentle - or at least as gentle as Nur could muster. When the embrace breaks, there's a satisfied curl of his lips - still close and keeping the other at a hold.
"-was there something you needed?"