vamp␥ / vampscar
when one identifies with, as, and/or connects to vampires in a rough, damaged, and traumatized way
for iriena
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vamp␥ / vampscar
when one identifies with, as, and/or connects to vampires in a rough, damaged, and traumatized way
for iriena
template by @ranqai
"Twinkle, twinkle, deathly blade,
O' what venom coats your frame?
Just above my gaze you glimmer,
Like a deadly steel eviscerator!
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When the blazing sun is gone,
When the Darkness covers full,
Then your edge gleams ever bright,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.
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Then the traveller in the dark,
Finds misleading comfort in your spark,
He could not know ignorant bliss,
Without your flicker nor your glint.
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Unbeknownst of the shadows that linger,
Death comes swift with the flick of a finger,
Do not ever shut your eye,
Till the sun rests high in the sky.
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As your glittering and sinister spark,
Lights the traveller in the dark,
Til' your shimmer pales and fades,
Twinkle, twinkle, deathly blade."
'Haven't seen you in awhile,' came a familiar voice from just behind her.
"Your step has grown decidedly less quiet, Jaygon," she offered as she glanced over her shoulder towards him. "Or is it your intention to make yourself so plainly known?"
'Of course it is. I couldn't pass up the chance to speak with you.'
Her gaze narrowed as she studied him, "You've piqued my interest, tell me, what thoughts linger within the deepest recesses of that mind of yours?"
Stepping closer, he moved to stand beside her, 'Right now, only thoughts of you.'
"And yet that is only flattering in certain situations, so do enlighten me. Are they anything delightfully sinful? If not I may be forced to be terribly disappointed in you," she mused.
'I'll tell you if you promise not to run me through...again.'
"Do you seek to challenge the mistress of sarcasm? You'll find my tongue holds quite the cutting edge. Consider your standing before electing to go against me on -that- front," she concluded cheerfully, the folds of her veil twitching as her lips curved into a grin.
'I've challenged you before and learned from that mistake. But I would like to find out more about your tongue...'
"Honesty or sarcasm? Decisions, decisions."
He shrugged, 'Maybe it's both? But back to your question, I assure you my thoughts are decidedly sinful.'
She laughed, the sound marred if only for the veil enshrouding her features, "I should not have you any other way."
'What is it you would like to know, I can see that hungered look in your gaze, Iriena.'
Turning, she moved to lean her back against the stone lip of the fountain's edge. "I would pick your mind, it has come to my attention that you withhold something from me."
'And what do you think that might be?'
"In our last encounter you were beside yourself with anger. You recall this, yes?"
'I ...perhaps?' Jaygon said without interest, his gaze breaking from her own.
"You know of what I speak and now you shall tell me. Everything."
You mistake your importance, such was your first and final failing.
He coughed, his chest throbbing with pain as she lightly brushed her knuckles along his cheek. 'I've already told you what I know!' he managed out before another coughing fit took hold.
"Yes. You've told me what you thought acceptable but you'll have to do far better than merely seek to appease. Now then. Once more, without the editing."
Leaning back against the tree he sighed, 'Damned sociopathic bit- ...' He cut off short as her dagger embedded itself within his shoulder, all but pinning him in place.
"A new concoction, you shall have to tell me of its potency. I've not tested it...yet. Tick, tock."
Ryniel cursed aloud, his lithe form shuddering as a fresh wave of pain rolled over him. 'Undercity. That's all I know!'
"Hm, I believe you," she said with a smile as she rose to her feet.
'Wait! Where are you going? I told you!'
Iriena glanced over her shoulder, "I'm merely a sociopath, remember?" With that she moved from sight, into the cover of the encroaching darkness. Undercity...so that was where she was to look.
"...Severin' the heart line, I'm leavin' your corpse behind. Not dead, but soon to be and I'm gonna be the one to say I told you so."
Tempers rise, Indifference remains
'Tell me, Iriena. Did I ask too much of you? Is loyalty such an impossibility within your world?'
"You sought deference."
He laughed, bestowing yet another strike to her cheek as she could all but feel the bruise forming. 'You twist my words to suit your purpose. Perhaps loyalty is beyond those of your vocation.'
"Then you've your answer."
'Do I amuse you, Iriena? What motivates a heartless wretch like yourself anyhow?' he spit out, staring at her in open anger.
"Pride."
'Hah! That can be cracked and splintered away. Do you wish me to enlighten you as to the weakness of pride?'
"Your efforts will earn you nothing aside from frustration but if it would soothe your aching narcissism then by all means," she offered with a carefree smirk.
'Have you never known loyalty, Woman?'
"Once."
He turned, looking towards her in surprise, 'And?'
"Never again."
As always the Woman seemed unfazed by the unrealistic circumstances she placed upon others.