“I fail to see why I should be impressed,” he said bluntly as he leaned back in the chair. “More importantly… I don’t think you know a thing about me.” Then again, Ky had been wrong before… like he thought he was this time around, but hoped deep down he wasn’t. “If you did… you’d be running.”
His eyes briefly wandered over Ky’lar’s quite attractive body, “I guess so..”
Ky’s arms folded across his chest as he smirked. “The only one who’ll possibly get in trouble for this is me. Not you. I can assure you of that.” A lie, but one he was content to believe as truth at least.
Norrin did not believe Ky’lar for a second, “Someone will most definitely find out.”
“No, they won’t, and so what? I can handle it.”
Norrin pushes Ky’s hands away, “Don’t!”
“Or?” he asked, a few moments after his hand was pushed away. “No one will find out. I swear it.”
“pretty sure me frantically stitching you up and using nearly two boxes of gauze isn’t in anyone else’s definition of the word relaxing.” but truthfully, she didn’t mind playing nurse as long as he wasn’t in serious danger from his wounds. it reminded her of what her life could have been like, though she hadn’t necessarily been on the path to trauma work. “who do you plan on fighting?”
“i can heal, jess.” or, so he thought he could. truth be told, ky didn’t know the extent of what he could heal through. he knew it was a lot – far more than a human. he’d lost more blood in his life than most people had in their bodies. even when he was a child… he always knew he wasn’t the same as everyone else. though, rarely did he show it; hiding away and being perfect for photo’s and dinners or even events was what he did best.
it was a mask he wore for years – even now he was still wearing it. still hiding behind who he presented himself to be and not who he was. truth be told, he never thought he’d grow out of it, and never thought it mattered. not anymore at least. whatever he was now… it was beyond human, but not quite demon. no, he hadn’t truly given into that side of himself yet… even if every day it seemed inevitable. “— i don’t know. someone. maybe find an underground fighting ring. i know there are a few around… shouldn’t be too hard to get in.”
i’m going to bed, but uhh… i find it weird when i was little i hated the color purple, but now i like it?? it’s also 2am woops.
On instinct, he reaches for a ceremonial dagger, left atop a nearby chest of drawers for a rather easy to understand reason; cut down every nasty bastards that makes a break for freedom from the chalk circle he’s carefully drawn. But, at this moment in time, the circle remains inactive, the candles placed at each point of the star drawn within its circumference unlit. No, the threat that closes in on the foul mouthed brit would approach from behind, a man he knew well enough to fill it within himself to relax to some degree. Exhaling an exasperated sigh, John leaves the dagger where it sits, grumbling expletive nothings to himself before half-turning, looking behind himself. Only to spy Blackheart’s scheming son filling the doorway, noting, rather pensively, that he appeared to be more at home in the darkness of his electricity depraved apartment than he himself was.
“Christ, Ky. Don’t ya ever think of knockin’ first?”
Ky’s orginal plan was to go undetected until he was able to fully explain why he was here. Of course, that was thrown out the window, and all due to the fact John had detected him long before he was ready. It was something that more than likely wasn’t going to help his case in all reality. Oh, well, it wasn’t the first time Ky managed to get himself caught up in a bind like this. Nor would it be the last, but the problem was he this wasn’t just a chat. No, that would have been done in a far more public place, but Ky had been known to this before… showing up at random hours to request something. “You wouldn’t… have answered,” he said, leaning on the doorway, and grasping a quite open wound on his side. “…. Especially not now.”
Hellfirebound 