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buteonine2015-10-18 03:55 pm
jussanguinis) wrote in buteonine2015-10-18 03:55 pm
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WHO Cyrus Lysandros (jussanguinis) and Elyas Ashworth (bloodbuffet)
WHAT Vampires being vampires. Also massive amounts of teasing to activate yandere mode.
WHEN modern times
WHERE idk somewhere? A club or something.
WHY blame Matt Bomer. I know I do.
It was a game that they've played for centuries and one that Cyrus never tired of. He would pick out a person, nothing special in the scheme of things, and turn them into a vampire so that he could use them to anger his favorite, his precious Elyas, the one he never got tired of being around. To see him get possessive of him, beat down and outright kill the young ones that he made, that was what brightened his nights and made him plan new and interesting ways to make his most precious child jealous enough to show his fangs and claws to him.
Tonight was no different, though Cyrus was being picky about who he wanted to choose to tease his favorite with this time. They were sitting together in the VIP area overlooking the rest of the club, Cyrus half draped over the older-looking man while looking out at the people dancing on the open floor. He could hear all of their heartbeats racing to the tempo of the music and could smell a hint of the metallic tang of blood that flowed through all of them. It made him hungry.
"I think it's time we did something about getting something to eat," he said to the younger vampire he was draped upon, his tone somewhat flat in a way that could be taken as boredom by most people. "Exactly how many people have you fed on tonight, my pet? Enough to satisfy my hunger or do you need to search for more?"
jussanguinis) and Elyas Ashworth (bloodbuffet)WHAT Vampires being vampires. Also massive amounts of teasing to activate yandere mode.
WHEN modern times
WHERE idk somewhere? A club or something.
WHY blame Matt Bomer. I know I do.
It was a game that they've played for centuries and one that Cyrus never tired of. He would pick out a person, nothing special in the scheme of things, and turn them into a vampire so that he could use them to anger his favorite, his precious Elyas, the one he never got tired of being around. To see him get possessive of him, beat down and outright kill the young ones that he made, that was what brightened his nights and made him plan new and interesting ways to make his most precious child jealous enough to show his fangs and claws to him.
Tonight was no different, though Cyrus was being picky about who he wanted to choose to tease his favorite with this time. They were sitting together in the VIP area overlooking the rest of the club, Cyrus half draped over the older-looking man while looking out at the people dancing on the open floor. He could hear all of their heartbeats racing to the tempo of the music and could smell a hint of the metallic tang of blood that flowed through all of them. It made him hungry.
"I think it's time we did something about getting something to eat," he said to the younger vampire he was draped upon, his tone somewhat flat in a way that could be taken as boredom by most people. "Exactly how many people have you fed on tonight, my pet? Enough to satisfy my hunger or do you need to search for more?"
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"Numbering in the tens," he said, voice more of a discontent rumble to match what he knew to be patient curiosity. His maker was far too much for the modern man to understand and man in return was rarely interesting enough to be worth his maker's time. It was Elyas that bridged that gap, someone still close enough to humanity to walk among them and devoted enough to Cyrus to make sure he would never want for anything. Sometimes it was food, sometimes it was company, and other times still it was entertainment. Whatever Cyrus wanted, Elyas got.
He reveled in the closeness this allowed him with the sire draped over him, body casual and accepting while he was warm in ways that had nothing to do with the blood he'd taken in. This was what he existed for. Inclining his head, he continued, "There are more out there we could take if that would please you. Make a chase of it?"