( @kalirok )
I’m not going to be responsible. Not for my actions, not for my associates. I’m going to look at my carnage and smile and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.
It’s the motto he lived by. A motto bordering on accumulated self-depreciation but that’s okay! It’s the only truth he could grasp, truth tied to refusing to accept his fate. He’ll blame it on others before he blames it on himself. He’ll blame it on golden eyes that rival his red ones. And gold is so pure and red is so sticky and gooey and dead and he needs to follow something so he follows them. He focuses on those golden eyes and that golden smile and suddenly fangs don’t look so bad and his fangs don’t stop when they dig into flesh. Whenever he digs into flesh they smile wider and for once he’s appreciating.
He’s deep, as deep as he’s been the past two days and so deep the screams from the people who’ll find this man disfigured and torn apart. he can hear it already. already as he tears the male’s throat apart to face approval in those golden eyes. to further those cheers and silence a monster growling in the shadows. everything is golden, so when he looks up, when he smells hostility he wants to know what’s breaking the first good thing he’s had in a while.
that’s how he meets depreciation in his carnage. a woman. a woman sporting a gold that’s beautiful, familiar and terrifying. has him whining in his throat before he can stop himself and cowering much like the corpse below him. he’s no longer smiling, they’re no longer smiling and he wants to sink into the hole he’s dug with his own monster.
