Lan Darqen x Jakoris Davenport - Jack’s home - closed @cavernovs
Given that the Invidias had spent since October shrouded in darkness through no choice of his own, something about sitting in a darkness of your own making felt intoxicating with power to him. Maybe it was the hum of anticipation running through his veins over that was about to happen. Something bubbling under the surface, angry and hateful, but patient. Not that in his former state he would have been able to do anything.
But now he was graced once more with sight. Soul reserves had been topped up by outsiders of the state, Lan no stranger to travelling just to give himself the extra boost if needed, not enough to take him back to his fullest power, but enough to enjoy what was coming.
Jack’s room wasn’t a strange sight to him, having been there on several occasion when the two of them were concocting mischief and massacres, but for the demon this was no longer somewhere that could be considered a safe space, merely the hovel for a traitor to crawl back into after stabbing him in the back. He took his time shuffling through drawers, eyeing up any trinkets or books that he could sneak away with when he eventually left. But for now, he had other matters to attend to.
He could wait in the darkness, he’d done that for months, and while the vampire was yet to show his presence, Lan proceeded to wait, eclipsed in the darkness of the room, lights out, curtains drawn, slender frame and long limbs hanging over a chair in the corner, eyes fixed unblinking on the door.
When the vampire emerged finally, Lan’s expression barely changed, but his voiced remained deep and menacing. “You’re finally home. I missed you, sweet cheeks.”