“the son of blackheart isn’t a made up name,” he said, arms folding firmly across his chest. “you asked who i am… i gave you the truth.”
right, i’m going to bed – good night. sleep tight. don’t let the dead bite. however, i might spam @impcler with stuff the moment i wake up again.
“without mary’s death, my boys wouldn’t be in hunting. none of the people they saved would be alive. none of the people that got killed in consequence would be dead… sam’s girlfriend… if she hadn’t died, he wouldn’t be back in hunting like he is. so don’t sit there and tell me that it doesn’t change things. because that’s a load of bullshit.”
“small actions then,” he said, arms folding across his chest. “that is what changes things and you’re right. maybe they wouldn’t be into hunting, but how are you that sure? what if they had lived and then… they got into it some way or another? what if sam’s girlfriend still died? everything would still come to pass – a bit slower, sure, but it would still happen.”
❛ one problem with your little threat, mister—— ❜ shoulders moved in a quick shrug as if she only just realized they were strangers. ❛ ——whatever. if you were gonna do that, you would’ve done it already. ❜ cocky, perhaps, but while nina was very aware of her own mortality, she had never really feared the concept of death. so far, that confidence had managed to keep her alive. but this was becoming such a hassle for a little bit of fire, and nina was beginning to regret calling out to him in the first place, especially if it came with a lecture.
❛ look, pal. i know that. everyone who smokes knows that. doesn’t mean i’m gonna quit. certainly doesn’t mean i need a lesson on addic— ❜ trailing off as he pulled out the lighter, she rolled her eyes in exasperation, offering a murmured thanks around the filter as she held it again between her lips before lighting it. one slow inhale, one slow exhale, and she was temporarily sated. it dangled between her fingers as she handed the small lighter back to him, a curious hum while she studied him for the first time, annoyance all but dissipated. ❛ so — why are you lurking around out here, anyway ? ❜
a smirk spread across his lips; the offering of the lighter was an olive branch of sorts. her words before that point being more or less ignored. oh, he heard them, but ky’lar simply didn’t care – not really at least. not today.
❛ oh, you know; no hotel room. no prospects for the future – a family who wants you dead. ❜ he couldn’t help, but shrug at his own words. ❛ you know, the usual stuff. ❜ of course, he doubted his family could be considered usual in any standards, but then again? it wasn’t like he had a chart to compare things – nor did he actually want one in all reality.
🕸 ❝ excellent, we are in AGREEMENT then. i’ll give the news to my employer, i’m sure he’ll be quite pleased that there will be no issues among us and yourself. a pleasure, certainly, for everyone. ❞
❝ of course. a MUTUAL agreement. ❞ it was one way of putting it, but even ky knew it WOULDN’T last long. he always found himself neck deep in TROUBLE. ❝ — no issues. ❞ not if he could help it at least.
Nick stood, surprisingly stead on his feet considering the number of times his glass had been refilled tonight. He held it in the hand he motioned with, now, accusatory finger in Ky’s face.
“You’re kind of a nihilistic prick, ain’t ya?“ He took a drink, before throwing the glass behind his back. Enough drinking. And more than enough self pity. Perhaps it was time he got back out there. Maybe, just maybe, what he needed… was a hobby.
“I like that about you. I’m in. When do I get to flay someone alive? It always was my favorite.“
He knew that this was a risk; no one in their right mind should have agreed to this little ‘team’ of his. Then again, Ky wasn’t exactly in his right mind either. He just wanted to do something and have a few people to back him up. Sure, it would turn out ugly, but as long as there was a few ground rules? He didn’t see how anything could go horribly wrong.
“See, now that is what i’m talking about.” Ky couldn’t help the grin that spread from ear to ear. “You’ll get your fill of flaying and everything else. I can promise you that and more.” Much more if he was being honest with himself, but he wasn’t going to put on the table more than he could offer. Not yet anyways.
« i always thought the castle’s wall needed REDECORATION. in the flesh seemed most fitting. do you not AGREE ? » slow footsteps led the COUNT to the pinned man, a sneer curved up pale lips with content as he reached up to drag his nails down KY’LAR’s throat. « — redundant only when one does not … » plunging nails to one’s neck, crescent marks left on the man’s skin, DRACULA squeezed.
even ky couldn’t deny that sometimes redecoration was NEEDED, but he still didn’t know why he had to be fullyRESTRAINED. nor did he think it was entirely NECESSARY. “of cou-” his words were CUT OFF the moment the sharp nails were dragged across his throat. it took him only a moment to REALIZE that vlad wasn’t in a decent mood as their nails DUG SHARPLY into his neck. followed by the squeezing that FORCED ky into a panic as his eyes went WIDE. he couldn’t say anything, but that didn’t mean he COULDN’T prove to vlad he understood the message as ATTEMPTED to plead with his eyes that he was indeed sorry. though, he doubted that vlad would NOTICE.
“First of all I want to know how this is possible.” Fitz might not have struggled to get the words out this time, but he had to admit on the inside too that he was a little terrified.
“Due to the fact not too long ago you thought I was dead? Or maybe it’s because I am talking to you now – how many shots was it again? Fifteen.” He grinned for a moment. “I can assure you… I doubt death would take me anytime soon, but you on the other hand? We’ll have to see.” He then held out his hand towards Fitz. “It’s Ky’lar.”
hunters. he knew the both of them could handle themselves, but these were not the usual breed. no, these were different. dead set on getting the one person he trusted these days.
that wouldn’t stand. not at all, but even ky knew his limits, going up against a group wouldn’t earn him any favors. sure, he could take them out, but he’d be in worse condition than last time. so, that was out of the question. what they needed was a plan.
“ — any bright ideas? ” he asked, lips forming into a thin-line as his arms slid calmly behind his back. “ or is it the usual today? ”
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