#danielinhell

[symphonyofmalice]

@danielinhell

New York was the kind of city it was easy to get lost in, at least metaphorically. Nicolas was one of dozens of musicians playing for change on random corners, one of hundreds of people roaming bars and clubs. The city than never slept had millions of nocturnal faces- so he was a little surprised to run into a familiar one.

Daniel. A sour feeling hit Nicolas in the stomach, remembering they had argued. What had he even said? He couldn't entirely remember. Had probably been too drunk, or worse. But, statistically speaking, the idea that Nicolas had been an asshole and driven Daniel away was incredibly likely.

He walked up, making no secret of his presence. He wasn't trying to sneak up on the guy. "I'm sorry". It seemed like the most justified opening line. "If you want nothing to do with me, I won't blame you. But I really do think we could be friends. Or at least, have fun bitching about the others."

[heunmoor]

@danielinhell CONTINUED FROM here .

𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 , gnawing at bones and veins until it left nothing but ash in its wake . a physical pillar of his sins laid before him , BESIDE HIM , and louis had to bear witness to it . his choices had been made , his cards dealt , and now he must reap what had been sown . perhaps he'd catered to this hell , 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚔 ..... regardless , this was his matter to attend to . daniel needed him . needed a guiding hand when the one who should've done so had vanished with not a word upon his brims .

" not the best thing , either . " he laughs , soft and somber , adjusting bridge of his glasses with an idle hand . " you were supposed to live out your life as a mortal . " not like this . not like him . WOULD HE RESENT HIM TOO , later when the years had trickled away and his girls were buried in a plot that would never have his name etched into it ? his family line but a distant memory ? would that been when he'd be damned ? " i truly am sorry , daniel --- i never expected him to do something of that nature . "

[sonataforsybelle]

@danielinhell continued from here

Not answering, Sybelle watches him for a minute. She doesn't usually hunt accompanied. Her method requires to be alone and vulnerable. She supposes she doesn't care much that he watches her, although his opinion of her might change. It's happened a lot. Her brutal ways aren't approved by all, plus sometimes she lacks discretion and tends to be reckless.

"Fine. But don't get seen," she ends up whispering with a frown. He could have asked instead of surprising her, but in the end it doesn't matter much.

Sybelle ignores him as she disappears into small streets lined with shady bars and her demeanor changes. It's a costume she's slipped into many times because it's her from before, shoulders hunched, eyes afraid, small and lost. It isn't hard ; sometimes she almost believes it, old fear and learned behaviour sneaking into her muscles. Her heels are making a ruckus as they hit the pavement, her light dress looks out of place in the darkness.

It isn't long before she's lured one. Another follower, a human this time, twice her size with his thoughts resonating into her head and igniting her rage. She walks faster, but not fast enough and makes a turn into a dark alleyway. She channels her brother raining fists on her into her mind and it makes her voice more than believable.

"Leave me alone, please !"

Her feigned fear excites him, but he doesn't know she's even more excited than he is.