Ky’lar, you hate vampires sure, but would you still fuck one?

“what do you think?” he wasn’t going to give a proper yes or a no. instead, he opted to folding his arms across his chest with a grunt. “they are leaches – being near one is revolting enough. do you really believe i’d fuck one of their kind?” possibly, actually, that was a yes.

Soooo, out of curiosity – for science, purely – is Ky’lar more dominant or submissive? Or does he likes to switch?

i’m gonna go and say that he likes to switch, but then again… sex rarely happens with him. it’s not that he can’t have it, but rather he just doesn’t really enjoy it. however, if he actually trusts the person he is with it’s still up in the air, but around 9/10 times he avoids the situation all together. 

how is ky a savior?

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alright; this is short as i gotta go to the store, but here we go~

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there is the definition of one – ky can play the ROLE of one when he choses to. more specifically, he has a god complex 

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one, that i can believe can be attributed to his grandfather ( and great grandfather /god ), but let’s not get into that little bit of information.

with that being said, ky can play the ROLE of saving someone; redeeming them, giving them A WAY to go – making sure that they are on the RIGHT ( from a certain point of view ) path.

it’s all a GAME to him; work with someone long enough and they start to TRUST you ( more so a familiarity that i personally call trust ). once that happens….he STRIKES.

now, this could be in several ways, but NORMALLY when ky plays as a savior it’s for the LONG-con. meaning, he’ll have to WORK at it for months to years – he KNOWS what he’s getting into, but sometimes he LOSES himself along the way. 

in short, he’s a FALSE savior, but rarely takes on the MANTLE of one unless he KNOWS he can pull it off.

“You know, I would not have a second thought of painting your portrait, as I will admit you are quite appealing to my artist eyes, had you not attempted to kill me that is. I’m sure you can understand my bitterness.” (from Ethan >.><.<)

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“don’t take it personal… i hate your kind.” more specifically, ky saw vampires as mere parasites. maybe his view could change, but for the moment? no, he didn’t think it would. not now and not anytime soon. “i saw the opportunity and i took it. if i had the chance again? you’d be dead. no torture and no second chances.” not if he had anything to say about it. 

“so,” he said, hand running through his hair. “if you want to paint me? you can, but keep those teeth to yourself.” maybe that way he wouldn’t have to deal with the constant urge to put an end to ethan’s existence. 

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The vampire coils his arm around the other’s neck, locking in a tight and firm grasp to keep him in place. The male’s scent was drawn in, Ethan sensing that something was…different about him. But what it could be didn’t matter, not right now at least. Eyes darkened as sharpen fangs bared, a small hiss escaping from his throat as he opens his mouth wide. He clamped his teeth down, biting hard into the meat of Ky’lar’s shoulder, his delicious blood filling the vampire’s mouth. (welp.)

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if this was any other time, ky would have been able to get out of the other’s grasp with-out even breaking  any sort of sweat. he could have even moved to snap the other’s neck like it was a small twig. no one got that close him – maybe the people he liked, but even then? that was debatable.

still, this wasn’t one of the usual times were he could simply use a portion of his full strength to get out of the situation. he may have been strong to start with, but with out his more… demonic abilities? he barely was powerful than an average human. maybe a bit more, but not enough to escape this – not when he knew it was a vampire that was holding him. a vampire that he’d tortured for his own twisted sense of amusement.
                         oh, how the tables were turned against him.

his eyes closed tightly as he attempted to get out of the grip, but it was  clearly put exhausting. everything that he tried to do wasn’t working. not that it mattered much – he was useless (to everyone including himself) like this. 

“get… off,” he hissed out through clenched teeth shortly after Ethan’s teeth bit down into his shoulder. screaming would do him no good; a reason to why he focused on keeping his breathing relaxed (as best as possible) since there was no escaping this. not while he was grounded. 

“– or i’ll tear you to shreds.” the threat, however, was baseless – he couldn’t do anything at moment, but eventually… he would. when he got un-grounded, he’d make sure to rip ethan apart… piece by piece. of course, that was if he lasted that long.

// @aworldfullofmuses