#hemaevgenis

[fallenangelmikaela]

I belong to you (@hemaevgenis)

It had been four years since that night Mika was forced to throw away his humanity. That night he lost everything. His family had meant the world to him and they were taken from him. Mika had no one to blame but himself. He didn’t even know if Yuu had made it out alive. He was most likely dead also. The blond wanted nothing else but to die with his family. But he couldn’t. Mika was forced to live and be bound to the one who killed his family. No...Ferid was the one who did it, but Mika was the one who led them to their death.

It’s been four years and yet Mika still look exactly the same. He gave in and fully turned. Now he was stuck in a twelve year old body...forever. To live in this hell for all eternity. It was what he deserved for not having the strength to protect his family.

He turned his cold red eyes on the door in front of him before pushing it open. Mika strolled inside Ferid’s chambers. His sire.

“You wanted to see me Lord Ferid?” 

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@hemaevgenis

   Exactly how long had it been..? As far as he knew, it could have been hundreds of years. He’d been destroyed, then preserved as a sickly teenager forever. Small, innocent, scarred, broken..

   But that was so long ago, and such pains had been washed away by new ones; brought upon him almost nightly. What visible scars he held were nothing to him now, compared the the invisible ones in his heart and mind. The trauma of even just living with such a beast- being the creation of a sick and twisted man- should have been enough to kill him. 

   But he remained silent, letting his empty vermilion eyes speak for him; a plea for help from anyone who could recognize such a pain. That is, to those who he didn’t sink his teeth into.. 

      “Pardon..?”

   Again and again he would get lost in thought. He had to stop doing this. He had to get out of his own head. Even if it meant crawling into the bloodied hands of the holder of his own personal hell.

[hyakaela]

✋COUGHS

your muse has started playing with my muses’ hair, send ✋ for their reaction.

@hemaevgenis

Gloved hands weave through his hair and it doesn't take an idiot to figure out who they belong to. Even so, they're gentle and the feeling isn't actually bad. For a minute he can believe they belong to another person from another time when affection like this was common practice.

It doesn't have a place here though, not amongst vampires.

"What do you want?" He sighs, tilting his head, though the languid movement doesn't completely shake the hands off.