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Vladimir had wondered what had befallen to receive this kind of treatment. The moment of it made him want to claw the eyes out of the one before him. His hand holding onto his arm so very tightly. Mostly likely bruising it in his grip. The red eyes boring into his as his lips quickly brushed his. Biting back a hiss of discomfort, the tightness in his throat that squeezed the breath out of him. This feeling he hadn’t felt in so long. Where he wanted to even tear at his own flesh away, not wanting to further feel tainted by his touch.
The anger in his pale orbs while he maintained his calm features. Although more stiff than relaxed. His smile didn’t stay on his lips, the urge to taunt Aatrox lost as the rage filled him, boiling so furiously within. The other only stared at him, toying with him just like the other Darkin.
That’s when he lost it. His free hand reaching to the Darkin’s face, clawing at it mercilessly. He didn’t care what consequences would ensue. He only cared to seek harm. To kill him just like he did with the one he killed before. Reaching higher to claw at those eyes of his.
Reaching...
A sharp intake of breath woke him suddenly. Eyes opened wide, seeing nothing for a few seconds before the images before him were clear. Seeing the shelves that contained many books he collected over the years. Finding that he had taken a nap in his office as he sat up in his chair. Looking around as he massaged the side of his head. Grunting with annoyance at the dream due to his recent visit with the Darkin. Now peering down on the desk he rested his head upon. Where it was once smooth was ruined due to his actions in his nightmare.
A heavy sigh, he stood to leave the office. Entering the long dark hallway and found one of his servants who made her way to him. Most making her rounds to meet his needs. Bowing to him as she was near him, her voice light and playful.
“Good evening, Lord Vladimir.”
“Hello, darling. You do have excellent timing. I sadly need you to find me a new desk in my office.”
The woman tilted her head, wondering what on earth happened now. The Lord of the house often did ruin his own furniture when he was in a fit of rage. She didn’t question it of course. Vladimir wouldn’t like that. She only bowed again before leaving to do what he asked of her.
