“ ….. has anyone ever told you that you have a really uncanny ability to somehow make things sound worse, even when you’re apologizing?” wasn’t that bad. jesus christ. “Ky, a handful isn’t acceptable.”
“i’ve been told that a few times.” actually, it was far more than once. several times in-fact. “a handful was simply the one’s who got in the way. if it had been up to me? well, it would have been close to a thousand, but…” he trailed off with a shrug. “you know how i dislike humans.”
“ —- listen, why don’t we just agree to never talk about this …. ever again.”
“—- only a handful of people died. it wasn’t that bad,” a pause as he gave a shrug. “sure, it was a mistake on my part, but these happen. if anything? i’m sorry.”
“Perhaps ….” She doesn’t mean to sigh at him so heavily, idly hand pushing her hair out of her face as she watches him. She hated it, sometimes. How he never really answered her questions. Or how – when he did – the answers never really seemed complete. Or too convenient. “Ky, you’re not – obligated to care, just because I do. That wouldn’t be fair, on my part.”
He cared, he really did, but deep down he knew it was a mistake. She was means to an end; to obtain the house, get what he wanted, and possibly trigger an apocalypse of some kind. It would have been so easy just to dispose of her before he started developing them, but now? now, he had trouble doing just that.”Would it?” He asked, his right hand moving to run through her hair. “It doesn’t seem… too far of a stretch to at least try…. even for me.”
Ky wanted to feel something for her; he really did. Every day he made an attempt, but he never could get there. Yes, he cared for her, but his ambition outweighed any feelings he could ever possibly have. What he did… what he felt…it was all for his goal. It meant nothing… even if deep down he knew it . did mean something to him – he cared. “Perhaps,” he mused lowly. “Perhaps not.”
“ …… well –” she pauses briefly, gaze flickering down towards his hand for a moment before she continues. “i dunno, it was – some of it was in latin, so i couldn’t read it. looked like notes though. and something about an, uh – an exorcism ….”
he remembered it a little less than he should have; the details always shifted depending on his mood, but the one thing that always seemed to be clear was his hatred. if ky had the chance, he’d make sure that it never happened – that he fixed his mistake, but no matter. he already had want he wanted – the house – now, all he had to do was get rid of liv before she became too bothersome. “you should get it translated – or have me look at it,” he said lowly. “it may have been something i’ve forgotten about.”
“you know what’s weird? I definitely came across your name in one of my dad’s notebooks the other day ….”
ky couldn’t resist moving his hand under her chin shortly after she spoke. in-fact, he knew that it would come out sooner or later, but all the same… there was no avoiding it now. “and what exactly did it say about me?”
“ ……. okay.” she nods, glance drifting off towards the floor. she wants to believe him. believe that all if it was something more than a show. that he was doing something other than simply biding his time. because if it was all an act – it was a GOOD one. convincing enough for her, most of the time, when she wasn’t hit by a wave of self doubt.
it wasn’t like she could make him do a lie detector test. “sorry, i don’t …. know what my problem is today …”
“you want to make sure that i’m… content.” maybe it was more or maybe less. ky wasn’t going to actually dig into it further. nor was he going to ask questions that would give her an opening to ask some in return. no, ky would get what he wanted – it was just a matter of time. that much he knew.
“an’ i am. i mean, if you want.” he said, “i could just spend more time in a hotel room, but… i enjoy it here. with you.”
“not much can do that these days,” he said, downing a bottle of whiskey ( his 5th one in the last thirty minutes ). “not even you.” that was what happened when ky got into one of his lower moods – alcohol had the wrong effect on him. when that happened, he had to deal with emotions that were close to a humans. it would get better once he sobered up, but instead, he kept drinking the bottles down as if they were water. “i’ll be fine.”
“ ….. yeah, and sometimes in the middle of july, i miss snow, but that doesn’t mean i wanna live in an igloo …” she’s teasing, mostly, smirk lingering as she lets out a light laugh. “honestly though, it’s not a problem. if you want me to turn the air on, whenever, i can – i’d just … need to grab more blankets.” wasn’t like it was putting her out at all. she could always find ways to warm up, cooling down wasn’t quite so easy.
“i’ll be fine.” no, not really, ky wanted it to be colder – maybe he’d get one of the rooms to freezing. wouldn’t be hard with the right enchantment if he was honest with himself. “– i’ll just keep my shirt off an’ i’ll deal with it.” in his own way at least.
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