———IT WAS A TWIST TO THE BLADE WHICH HE’D BURIED NEXT TO THE HATCHET. despite his animosity, the german had come not merely to taunt the russian swine. he’d been out longer than he’d have liked, the beating he took during his mind controlled hours something of a mystery to him alone. informed of the events, he’d come to discuss it with the man himself.
❝ you’re awfully cocky for a guy who looks straight out of a batman comic? ❞ reaching a hand into his coat pocket, he maintained eyes contact as he slowly raised a pack of cigarettes. there was no need to alarm him with any sudden movements, even if his gun was tucked away in the waistband of his pants.
❝ you may apologize whenever. i’ll wait. ❞ to that, he placed the cigarette between his teeth, protruding end lit in the absence of a match.
Izumi looked over to the person who was trying to grab his attention, closing the book he had been reading at the time. For the most part, it the book he used to keep track of his spells, even though he didn’t really need to memorize the incantations anymore.
———❝ FORGIVE THE INTRUSION. they told me you would be packing up for the evening? ❞ looking over the various items within the room, the man slowly made eye contact with the stranger before him. he approached, gloved hand offered ; regardless of whether the man took it, they were now at arms length.
❝ izumi, was it? a friend of mine forwarded me to you. ❞
✿ It was almost surreal, really- seeing her stern teacher smiling so genuinely, the corners of his eyes pushed upwards by the folds of his skin, alight with understanding. For a brief moment, it had truly felt as if everything was right in the world. She’d spent so much of her life in isolation, thoroughly convinced that nobody would ever be able to truly understand her- and then Elliot presented her with the missing piece of her life’s puzzle, and everything clicked together.
She didn’t have to hide herself anymore- not around Mr. Kaufman, at least. Relaxed in his presence, the girl would slide herself out of the passenger seat and trail along his footsteps, fetching what bags she could out from the trunk. “White Lion, huh? Is that his name?” Mio inquired as she hefted her bags in her arms, cradling them against her chest.
Her parents had yet to return from work for the day, meaning that for now, the house was completely empty. Surely they wouldn’t mind if she invited her teacher inside for a little while? After all, it would be rude of her to let him go without a reward- perhaps a cup of tea would suffice?
———WITHIN THE HOUSE, THERE WAS MUCH THAT DREW HIS ATTENTION. his mind lingered on his own childhood home, what little pictures of family there were among the meager decor inside. he supposed this was not as normal as he’d initially believed, seeing the homey-ness of mio’s residence.
pulling off his shoes, the german set them aside in the mudroom. he didn’t dare take off his coat just yet, not wanting to impose by making it seem like he’d stay long. with a smile, the man allowed the girl to lead the way.
❝ since you asked, that is my stand’s name. ❞ as the kettle began to steam faintly from the kitchen, elliot seated himself down on top of his jacket. it seemed there was much more to talk about.
HOW CURIOUS – he finds himself crouched ‘neath a tree , one sprouted along the sidewalk . it has dropped not one but two acorns , these things he has never seen before . he gently touches one with the very tip of his finger , carefully rolling it forward and then back but only a LITTLE ‘fore deciding to pluck it from the ground to observe more closely . “ . . this is ? ”
———THE MAN BLINKED FROM HIS NEWSPAPER. it was a rather curious sight which had found him. holding open his palm, the man inspected the stranger’s find as if it intrigued him just as much. was there some kind of joke he had missed?
❝ if i’m going to be honest with you, i forgot how to say it in english? ❞
anyone would choose to live… tiki thought but did not utter. he mulled over the words for longer, but could not understand it. tiki didn’t have an abstract mind, he thought of almost anything in a simple way–he did the same with elliot’s statement.
how does one choosing to live… give them the power of telekinesis?
tiki didn’t give elliot a reacton to that statement because he couldn’t understand it. he would’ve questioned it if weren’t for the follow-up. now–he offered a reaction. his jaw dropped, his eyes widened & his head rose. his brows cocked up in disbelief.
❝ are you telling me that… a demon gave you these powers? ❞ he asked slowly–his fingers snuck into his mouth to be softly bitten, over & over–as a way to tame his anxiety.
———THERE SEEMED TO BE A REACTION IN PLACE FOR THIS SORT OF THING. from pulse to bone, the body managed to give away much of the estate it held within. he saw fear. moreover, he saw disbelief.
❝ yes, though the details remain somewhat unclear as to how. ❞ the more he explored the uncanny and strange, the more it confused him. supernatural things were not meant to be understood.
careful in his next approach, the man rubbed his palms momentarily. it was not a kindness that brought him to empathize with the other, but rather a selfishness within. give and take, that was what this was. he wanted more, and the transaction had been made.
❝ hear me when i say i try not to bring my beliefs into matters of… lifestyle. ❞
“… Oh?” He didn’t think he was owed anything to be honest. “Then again; why? I ain’t gunna be able to do anything with that info; you’ve already told me you’re like a billion years old and that cigarette trick; almost make me ectoplasm on your floor, mate. Like; I can tell people; but they’d be more interested in screaming; ‘ghost’ more than; ‘oh i knew something was up with that cop fellow on so-’n-so floor’.” Micah shrugged; turning attention back to the book the other had so kindly let him have a snoop through.
———❝ I WOULDN’T TELL YOU IF I THOUGHT YOU’D BE WILLING OR ABLE TO SNITCH. more, it’s because you’re here for who knows how long and i’m respecting your right to know. ❞ gliding his finger along the crisp edge of the page, a soft cut took form on the skin of his index finger. almost instantly, the wound sealed closed, a bit of blood still remaining on his pointer.
❝ that does not come without a price ; and it’s a hefty one. ❞
“Your teeth, your toenails, fingernails, your eyes – I’d take them all from you slowly, though I’d take your eyes last after I stapled them open so you’d be forced to watch it all. Then I’d drill holes into your hips to properly fix you to the wall where I’d butterfly your chest like a work of art on display, letting what parts of you hang like Christmas tinsel and whisper sweet nothings into your ear about how absolutely dashing you look, and yet!” Heavy sigh echos his disappointment in the small cement room, hands shrugging in the air as if to show there were no tools, no weapons: just two chairs, a light, and them. “I have been told to get some information from you. Apparently you’ve been holding out on a few details about a certain someone and I’m not allowed to touch you until…” golden eyes glance down at his watch, “…until midnight it seems. Which gives you about 30 minutes to tell me what I’d like to know before my supplies arrive. After that, my obligation to keep you alive disappears by the minute.”
———A BANQUET FOR THE SADISTIC GLUTTON. unlike his previous encounters with the underworld’s dogs, this one seemed more than capable of keeping his promises. it mattered not what got him here
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a sloppy job or one that never truly intended to be a legitimate
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but rather something slightly more present in the current situation.
❝ you’re wasting your time on a gun when the shooter has already escaped. ❞ a smirk. the kind of smile that meant he was ready for what the other had in mind.
❝ my payroll is far too high to let me to be the man who starts talking just when the nipple clamps get pulled out. ❞
———REST CAME WITH THE GRACE OF A THREE LEGGED CUR. par the course, it shambled and fell, hopping in and out of the needed sleep, a clumsy mutt. he lifted from his cot, the ache at his back indicative of the discomfort. it was not unlike the sort of mat he slept on travelling between missions. comfort was not the brotherhood’s way, but he had to admit this was something to get used to.
disoriented, he moved towards the doorway leading to the main room of the bureau. it wasn’t long before his eyes became accustomed to the dark, turning back to peer at the light filtering through the openings above his bed. no wonder he hadn’t slept — the full moon seemed to be right overhead. the man considered leaving, but the urge died quickly at the thought of the consequences. there was no familiarity aside from here in jerusalem. to think, such a holy city to his people, and he’d only visited it now.
❝ … ‘don’t boast of tomorrow, for you know not what a day will bring.’ ❞ he turned to face malik, having sensed the man behind him.
“ ell ~ iot . ” comes in a sweet little hum as arms find themselves draped o’er shoulders of a familiar face . the creature wastes NO time in invading that precious personal space , inching his face right in to LAP pierced tongue up the back of their ear . “ share a cigarette with me . ”
———❝ SO NEEDY FOR MY QUALITY TOBACCO…? unlike you, i’ve learned to savor my luxurious addiction. ❞ the man smiled, plucking a cigarette from the pack and dangling it over beni’s head. he’d grown fond of the vampire, going as far as to allow him this close contact.
—- “THEY TEND TO BE ALIVE BECAUSE I ALLOW IT. As of now, I am deciding on which to leave you; None of them are quite pretty, I assure you.”
BLAME THE DEVIL FOR HAVING IDLE HANDS! They lock around the throats of the sinners, the saints and all among the world’s darkest creatures. Regardless of what would occur, would the boredom of The Count be sated for another day—? Who knows, certainly not Alucard. He denounces his civically to reveal a toothy grin, eyes peering into the depths of the other without the briefest of concern before he bows ever so slightly.
“It is, perhaps, both in a sense. The will to live is a human thing, but you are far from mortal, correct? Then, by your behalf, it is cowardice.”
———IT’S NOT THE STRUCK CHORD THAT BREAKS. rather, the man considered the possibility that it could be the entire instrument. internally, he grabbed himself before the implications of the beast’s assumption took hold of his mouth. cowardice for running he could take, but to apply the same to his immortality… he could argue against that point.
❝ you know nothing about me. ❞ words as sharp as daggers, but cold to the touch. he manages that with the current threat, at the very least.
❝ you let me live at your leisure, but i’m afraid i’ll bore you if i don’t get a little jaded. ❞
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