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@xinfelicitas-archived
❝ Like a SHADOW I AM And I am NOT ❞
The best manipulators are the ones you don’t r e a l i s e are manipulating you.
That is very true. Sometimes, Thian forgets how Misfortune can be when he isn’t in a form he could see for so long. “It is alright. I understand. May I have a hug, cher?” Just a hug. None of Thian’s usual games. He just wishes to embrace his darkness and nuzzle against their chest.
For a few moments he simply stares at the vampire, seemingly debating, however much time wasn't wasted on that, decision easily made. Therefore he took a few steps forward, arms lifted up before they were wrapped around the shorter male's frame, gently pushing him against the creature's chest, a gloved hand was then moved to be placed behind the male's head. "You may--have that, yes." His chest would slowly rise up and down as he exhaled & inhaled air that he did not need. Offering comfort where one would think he could not.
"How can I forget about my own shadow? You’ve been quiet as of late." Was he getting the silent treatment?
"I just needed--to be sure." Brows furrowed slightly. "Have I? Perhaps--, perhaps I have--been. That was not intentional--however." Why ever would he give his vampire the silent treatment? He'd done nothing to annoy or anger Dante. Which in itself wouldn't even warrant a silent treatment, he'd actually DO something about that.
"Bonsoir, mon roi~."
"Good day--my vampire. I thought by now--you'd forgotten about me."
Bright eyes narrowed briefly before he only offers a small smile at the name. “Now I have a name for an handsome face.” Now he has to call him by his name - darn, he really liked inky. ” Volkner. ” He would give the other a formal bow.
A chuckle, flattery was always welcomed then again it was a fact was it not? He WAS good looking. To be honest, he wouldn't mind being called Inky if the other was a KNOWN acquaintance and if he proved to be worthy of any of Dante's attention--but now, he simply wouldn't even want to hear it. A light nod was given in response to the bow for once another seemed to exhibit such behavior, how very refreshing. "Volkner--." That scent he carried oddly familiar--no, it was another's scent that clung onto him that Dante knew so well. Now, this could be very interesting. "A pleasure--in meeting you--Volkner. Hope we get to--know each other--really well in the future." No, not creepy at all.
"Oh, catty." Introduce himself? A name to go with that inky presence. Then let’s make it happen, "What would be your name be then?"
"Ah, of course." The name he gave himself would do, he'd been carrying that for eons already after all. "It's Dante." A light tilt of his head. "And what is--yours?"
They can & ( possibly ) will until spoken to or their current focus left, such was their way as growing bored was something they couldn’t experience.
If only he couldn't as well, not experience boredom that is. It was such a USELESS state of mind but alas, he FELT every inch of that occasionally. Truly, useless. He will however, right now allow eyes to settle on those that carried such a fiery orange, he would speak, soon--.....--then, lids lowered, lashes fluttered, lips stretching into a semi-smile (oh how easy that was).
"You have to--be the first." The first that SMELLED like that, that just seemed to be different than all the OTHER non-human things he came across.
And it seems instead of speaking, they are more than happy enough to stare.
Ah, even better that was for simply GAZING & WATCHING others was something he did often, so by all means stay silent forever if you want. Well till it got boring at least.
” Now, now. Don’t be like that, Inky. Let’s get acquainted. “
"Then surely--it begins with you referring to me with--my name, Whitey. My--actual name. " And GRIN would widen not yet making effort to introduce himself, this way was more fun.
It didn’t pass unnoticed how he got lost in thoughts. Now ( EVEN BETTER ) they could be sure there was more than just ONE THING WRONG. But she didn’t even dare to ask, holding his gaze for a while longer. However, after a couple minutes she moved. Bit her lower lip as she thought. Elle walked towards him, carefully sitting on the other side of the couch ; it didn’t mean to be a desperate act of loyalty or compassion or whatsoever. With a sigh, she turned to look at him once more.
❛ If you think so, it’s alright then. ❜ she stated finally.
How easily she accepted his answer, no follow up questions were asked, no clarifications needed. Eyes never lost their gaze though, not even when she came to sit on the couch not far away from him. Eventually eye-contact was broken because he opted to focus his gaze on a point behind her, lips parted to speak but only cold air was exhaled, silence once more seeping into the pores of their on and off conversation. And then out of the blue did his voice rose up, crimson snapping back to the woman. "Distraction. I--want distraction. Ah--." Standing up, pallid tiers curved up into a smile that held no inch of KINDNESS. "Come. Stand--up, we're going." A little trip, some unfortunate victims, yes that would work very well.
"Did ya’ miss me?"
"Ask again--when we're properly--acquainted."
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a loud growl came out his throat, his nails scratching against the door he himself had locked up in order not to cause too many troubles while he was in that state. The key had been placed on the top of the wardrobe, a place he would never reach now - he was too focused on trying to flee from his prison and satisfy his THIRST with other methods - but the door was old and seemed that it could come down from one moment to the other. Luckily for the creature who once had been Noel, there was no one in the room with him whose life could end up being taken away.
It only seemed so, though.
Eyes, hidden from sight, watched the small male try to open the door, watched his feeble attempts, gazed at the sheer MADNESS that seemed to be reflected in his actions. It had been going on for a while now, not one to keep up with time, the creature that had a front seat to this show couldn't precisely tell for HOW long it had been going on but truly it seemed FOREVER; perhaps because there seemed to be simply no progress. Half-temped he was to SLAM that door open and unleash the boy out into the world but that would take away from the actual fun and that was seeing him struggle like that. It didn't take long for Dante to materialize himself a top a box in the utmost corner of the room though, body not completely solid though, transparent he remained, like a phantom from the netherworld. A whistle, loud, cutting through the air, rose up--demanding attention from the blond. There needed to be some negative progress in this REPETITIVE scene and he was willing to create it. He was misfortune after all, spreading h o r r o r & setting in motion various disastrous events was what he lived for, was what made him, HIM. Today he would start with this one and see how it would unfold itself.
Who is it that can tell me who I am?
William Shakespeare, King Lear (via quoted-books)
