“vampires have their uses, but they are a disease best controlled. i’ve dealt with many of them – put down far more than i’d care to count. all in all? they deserve to be chained to a post as the sun rises. just so they can all burn.”
“ you say that EVERY FUCKING TIME you see me with a shirt off.” or on rather. not that it mattered to ky – he didn’t care what other people thought of him these days, but… he was ANNOYED that death was bringing it up again. “ unlike you, i NEED time to relax – can’t you start the END of the world or something?” even if death couldn’t? ky just wanted him to stop TALKING – anything so he could CLEAR his head for the time being. “or maybe a beer? or a bottle of whiskey?”
“You’re gonna be rude? Okay, you’ve lost the pleasure of my presence.” // @hellfirebound + sc
“—- really jan?” he couldn’t help, but roll his eyes at her comment. “ i was trying to be nice.” a pause. “unless, you want me to insult you more than usual.”
“then what are you doing here?” banishment was not forever but having to escape, seemingly unscathed, brings to question as to what he was doing on earth – why in the empath’s way, the one person who can drag him back to his prison? she’s not buying whatever purpose he wishes to serve and she’s not afraid to stand up to him, prince or no prince.
“ well, at the risk of sounding exactly like my father? ” he couldn’t help the grin that slowly spread across his features. “ i like it here. ” it was more than a simple statement though. it was more of a declaration as to why he was here in all parts. “ ‘sides, with dear ol’ dad gone? it does seem like i’m – what’s the word they use these days? oh, yes.” a chuckle escaped his lips. “off the leash? isn’t that how they would put it… when dear o’l dad no longer has any say in what i do. not anymore.”
send me asks, anon or not, asking questions about my muse.
his fingertips FLICKER with lightning the more he STRUGGLED, threatening to send sparks FLYING should he break, fingers CURLING into fists to avoid such an OUTBURST, all the while, FIGHTING against the metaphysical hand trying to GRAB at his mind. but at the moment, he was LOSING.
‘ there….ththere is ALWAYS a ffifirst for EVERYTHING….. ‘
of course there was a first time to everything. sometimes, ky FAILED to obtain what he wanted, but he always got REVENGE. to that regard, he always managed to cause more HAVOC than necessary. CHAOS was one thing, but ky’s own VERSION of revenge was far more DESTRUCTIVE than a mere case of chaos.
‘— NOT this time,’ he said, making sure to apply far more pressure than necessary. ‘ you will do as i WISH.’
ky had voiced his opinion due to the fact he was annoyed. more importantly, he didn’t see why the other needed the bodies in pile – it wasn’t like they were going anywhere anytime soon. they would rot – as all things did -, but they wouldn’t move. not really… not with out help.
still, there was doubt that sublime could really help with his situation, and even if he could? he wasn’t going to take it. there were too many fools picking sides in a war that they didn’t even know how to fight or even whom they were truly fighting.
“you’re doing a fine job yourself.” a lie, but he wasn’t going to lower himself into moving the corpses of people around – mutant or otherwise – it was still below him. “an’ i think i’ll take a long hard pass.” a pause. “i don’t need your help… with any of my problems.”
he wished he could say that everything was true – that he never lied to her -, but the reality was different. he lied to not just protect her, but himself as well. the only regret he had was that she found out. he couldn’t change the past – not even if he wanted to. “don’t do this to yourself, viv,” he said, hands running through his hair. “you… you know everything i’ve told you is the truth.” mostly.
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