#[ if you want me i'll need you; you prevent my heart from stopping! ❧ cyran & amsel. ] spiteriisen.

[passionfell]

12. doing their job particularly well (amsyran, this could go one of two ways. the job is killing or the job is either of their creative talents lmao)

That's the expression of a killer.

When Amsel had said there was someone here he'd needed to kill, he'd been so matter-of-fact about the whole thing that Cyran had blindly assumed that this sort of thing was Amsel's job. He'd seemed like the sort of person who'd be methodical about it—a killer by occupation, the sort who had the mettle but lacked conviction. He'd started to have doubts the first time Amsel had spoken with the man, but this...

Amsel looks like the tip of the blade slicing through the man's throat has unleashed some sort of life within him. He's smiling, Cyran realizes, the same sort of smile as before. Only this time it's bigger; this time, Amsel has won something. Mixed between the vindication, Cyran thinks he sees some hint of enjoyment.

He's not having fun, strictly, but he'd liked it. He'd taken a life and he had thoroughly liked the way it made him feel. Cyran doesn't feel the cold as potently as someone who was alive might, but he shudders anyway; he feels a pleasant chill overtake him as he reconsiders the sort of person he's standing across from.

(Not long in the future, Cyran will yell and scream at him for the reasons behind his killer instinct. He won't be thinking about how lucky he is to have come across Amsel at all, but he's thinking about it now.)

He almost forgets to catch the snooty nobleman as his knees crumble, but he doesn't, taking the weight of the body with a grunt. Cyran needs this, after all; he's not so hungry as to be delusional with the need to consume, but it never hurts to remain satiated. He can't even remember what happened the last time he wasn't. Only that it wasn't pleasant.

Still, he spares one more long look at Amsel, who's breathing heavily. Then, before the blood stops circulating entirely and becomes stale, he dives into the man's neck, avoiding the already opened wound to avoid getting assaulted with other, useless bile.

The blood is as delicious as ever, and more than enough to keep him well-fed for the next few days.

"I see you absolutely weren't kidding around about your little mission," Cyran comments before he's even wiped the blood from his face. Thinking it prudent, he does grab a nearby scrap of cloth and dip it into what remains of the water bucket nearby to clean his face of the blood that's stained it. "Was that your first kill, I wonder? You seem to have taken to it very well."

spotted! / accepting.

[passionfell]

TAGS ; CYRAN AZERRAD KAPRAL

[ the vampire. ❧ ic. ] cyran. [ back and forth from good to bad and every heartbeat! ❧ visage. ] cyran. [ give me one good honest kiss; nobody. ❧ isms. ] cyran. [ the snow beckons me to fall down (and to stay down). ❧ aesthetic. ] cyran. [ if you still want me come and find me in my coffin. ❧ lore. ] cyran.

[ i'm fast as fuck! ❧ crack. ] cyran. [ i'm actually notoriously great at games. ❧ dash games. ] cyran.

[ i'm walking out of here in one piece. ❧ verse; main. ] cyran. [ i don't care what comes after. ❧ verse; campaign. ] cyran.

[ if you want me i'll need you; you prevent my heart from stopping! ❧ cyran & amsel. ] spiteriisen. [ selfish & broken & cruel (you are someone i have loved & will never know). ❧ cyran & thea. ] risingretribution. [ it's a careless kind of love (spit out the many apologies i could eat). ❧ cyran & dharlan. ] deityleft.

[passionfell]

"Did you know you talk in your sleep?" ( amsel for cyran )

"Actually I didn't know that. Do I really? It's a wonder nobody's said anything to me until now. Granted, I very well may have forgotten." 

Cyran chuckles to himself, getting rapidly lost in thought; he wonders what he'd said, to make Amsel comment on it like that. Like most nights, he doesn't really remember what he'd dreamed about, though he's certain he'd woken several times throughout the night because he remembers lying there unsure if Amsel was awake or asleep.

It hadn't been bad, though. It isn't bad, with Amsel.

"What was I saying?" he asks, giving into his own curiosity. "I never remember my dreams, so it could have been anything. I do hope it wasn't something completely embarrassing."

the wisdom saga. / accepting.