———❝ SOUNDS LIKE A THREAT, if i didn’t know any better. ❞ finger at the back of his neck, a gesture to quiet the small ache that penetrated into his spine. this person knew an awful lot, though he’d have been disappointed for a wasted trip otherwise. an aura seemed to permeate off this place, this man, one which he’d been drawn to the moment he set foot in town.
❝ i’d say the opposite ; everyone is mortal until they’re not. ❞
TRUTHFULLY he was quite fine smoking his far CHEAPER cigarettes – he wasn’t picky nor was he big on tastes. the brand he currently had was all he’s ever smoked , hardly seeing reason to TRY any others. still , he decides to give their kind a chance ; reaching out to ever so CAREFULLY pluck the offered cigarette from their fingers to inspect && then fit ‘tween pink lips. “ are you always so GENEROUS ? ”
———❝ I LIKE TO THINK OF MYSELF AS A BIT OF A PHILANTHROPIST. the word sounds much better in english. ❞ flicking a bit of ash off the butt’s end, he exhaled a small plume of smoke. he’d been smoking the brand for a long, long time now, his choice out of many others. lingering eyes met the stranger’s, and for a moment, he’d almost forgotten the pain in his neck.
SCENES LIKE THESE usually cause eyes to cower, but not tiki’s. his brown hues were fixated to fingers working tweezers. he rarely blinked, and his face remained unmoving until the small procedure was finished.
❝ you’re welcome… but it the… metal things didn’t seem very helpful,
❞ he sighed,
❝ they never… are.
❞
———IT WAS A STRANGE STATEMENT OF WHICH HE COULD NOT IGNORE. eyes lingering on the bent end of the tweezers, he shifted his gaze back to the young man he’d borrowed them from. had he seen him just then? approaching with an arm outstretched, rusted kit in hand, elliot subtly loosened his grip and allowed it to fall from his grasp.
HE IS A GRINNING, UNDEAD MONSTER WITH GUTS INBETWEEN TEETH. & this man found him beautiful? He must be ridiculous. Even if he held interest, he would have laughed at him. —– He was laughable. So, the King croaked a laugh before speaking.
“— Your taste is quite atrocious.” He responded, eyes of the red dawn staring him down. “Watch where your eyes linger.”
———❝ MY TASTE IS NOT FOR EVERYONE. that’s for sure. ❞ the jest seemed well received, if only for the fact he wasn’t a pool of blood on the floor at this very second. something about this man made his skin crawl, and he felt it each time he encountered him.
❝ i’ll take my eyes elsewhere. along with my body, if you’d let me. ❞
the statement caused mau to formally lift her head— eyes white like ivory— and literally RISE to the occasion . all that crouching was hurting her knees , anyways .
… god , that was such a GRANNY thing to think .
“ alright , sure . but you’re not taking me anywhere weird , are you , mister ? because i’ll bite you ! seriously , seriously bite you . i’ve got REAL sharp canines and a taste for blood . “ she let that sink in for a moment , then woefully admitted , “ … half of that was a lie . blood’s gross and stains my teeth . yuck . “
———❝ WE’LL CROSS THAT BRIDGE WHEN WE GET TO IT. i just worry about how you think you’re getting down. ❞ beginning to move from one branch to another, the man held out his hand to the young woman.
he knew she had no reason to trust him, a strange man who’d most definitely killed another all the way up here. still, he had no reason to harm her, not when he had the faintest idea of what she was. sliding closer, he offered his hand once more.
“ Are you SURE you wanna do this kid ? There’s NO BACKING OUT once you’re in ! We’re talkin’ TOTAL TERROR here, though you do get some pretty sweet powers. ”
———❝ I CANNOT SAY I’VE NEVER BEEN CALLED KID BEFORE. but it lessens with each passing year. ❞ the man smiled, suddenly taken aback with how he’d been plucked from the audience.
❝ i’ll take the risk ; it’s not like i haven’t done it before for similar reasons. ❞
“ hey , give me a light ? ” without giving even a second to let them answer , the demon leans in. end of his cigarette gently BUMPING with theirs – few inhales later && his was now lit too. he offers a rather coy smile soon there after but he doesn’t pull away immediately. he lingers, STARING at them with half – lidded honey eyes. perhaps he was thanking them. // @faustium♥
———IT’S A BALLSY INTRODUCTION FOR A FIRE THAT WOULD NOT EXTINGUISH. below the atlas, a sharp flare spread down his back. like flame to a drought-ridden prairie, the other’s close proximity had become an uncontrollable beacon of indicated infernality. he smiled. in a fraction of a second, the end of the stranger’s cigarette sparked like a active fuse, burning up to his fingers before coming to a halt.
❝ i wouldn’t smoke that brand — here. ❞ he pulled one from his pack of dunhills, something more luxurious to the palate.
whittaker eagerly accepted the cup and held it tightly between his frozen palms. eating and drinking proved to be a mess if he wasn’t careful ( a skeleton didn’t exactly retain anything put into it ), but he knew better than to be impolite or reject any of his hospitality. he briefly rested his cup on the table as he wiggled his gloves off his hands.
❛ work, but also you, ❜ he answered truthfully. ❛ i was asked to do some research for an exhibit being planned, so i figured i would hit two birds with one stone and see if you had come back. ❜ the research was nice to immerse himself in, but it was good for him to step away from libraries and archives for at least one evening.
❛ but you’re the one who went on the adventure, not me. how was it ? ❜
———❝ OH, I HATE TO TALK ABOUT WORK. it makes me feel like i ought to be paid more. ❞ a smile, followed by a scratch at the temple. the man had told the other of his upcoming travels to beijing and seoul, how he’d booked the flight first-class, how he brushed up on the languages daily. it was hell getting over the jetlag, and worse doing it while he’d politely accepted drink after drink from coworkers and clients.
he hadn’t said a word about the kill.
most business trips for the firm did not involve blood. needless to say, it was not planned, a mere reactionary incident involving the right place at the wrongtime. his curse meant getting his hands dirty ; it was survival.
❝ truthfully, i wish i could tell you more — it’s all a blur. ❞
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