#vincenzo being 'sano's person is just so on point for him

[dcwnrisen-aa]

take a nap with me. //Vincenzo @ Susano

he'd been attempting to read, failing at it spectacularly because his attention kept drifting so he took to walking around vincenzo's home, a light hum on his breath. subconsciously, his senses lead him toward his friend, the need for familarity and comfort beckoning him forward. and oh, how comfortable did vincenzo look, sleepily mussed hair and pretty smiles. blinking, he moves forward, his own smile curving up the corners of his mouth. stepping out of his slippers, he slips into the bed, unashamedly snuggling into vincenzo's chest, soaking up the contact. naps were a luxury he didn't often afford himself but if his friend asked, well why would he not indulge ? besides, the more he lay here, on these cool sheets, susano'o simply allowed himself to doze, one wing covering them both as he buried his features into the crook of the vampire's neck, inhaling his scent with a sleepy smile.

[nvrcmplt]

tell us about narciso, sano needs to hear about him !!!!

A part of him dislikes being what he is but he doesn't really feel any other way about being a vampire. Sometimes he gets the ideas of it being to his advantage but the cons of being what he is is more serious than just being human sometimes. Though he won't be looking to be anything else but what he is, he just feels like sometimes being a vampire is boring.

He's rather modern in thought even though he's been around since his Father's reign in the Vampiric Wars, he is the eldest of Vincenzo's Fledglings, born by that man's teeth and trained under him for centuries until Vincenzo blocked the door of their city with his own body against humans that had advanced beyond their hopes. Narciso, though angered, knew that he had to turn his back on his father's sacrifice and turn to his people. Aiding them in rationing the blood that wept from the stone door walls, to survive together even stronger.

When his Father was released from his spiked bed, Narciso was one of the seven that torn their veins open to pour their blood into the stone coffin for Vincenzo to rest within. Narciso was one of the last two vampire's standing, almost giving his entire life to save his Father, and the other person who stood with them did give themselves up for their Sire.

Narciso holds loyalty over everything to his being. He couldn't care less if his friends have lost touch with reality, harm others or eat plastic. As long as they are loyal to him, keep their promises with him and generally be friends with him without a motivation, he's a Vampire that'll stand his ground for them at any point.

Animals tend to stay away from Narciso, but he has a great fondness for rabbits. He personally would like to own some but he doesn't wish them dead in his mere presence. So, from afar, he'll stare with adoration.

His fangs are much like Vincenzo's. Primal, in that fact it's not just two canine extending. Instead, his canines, four in total, extend slightly outward to avoid cutting his gums. Canis in look, with a secondary sharpness to the small incisors that hook at its end. These are more violent when biting as they are made for tearing meat - whilst his canines are made for puncturing.

He drinks from the wrist from all his blood donors, he detests neck biting because he's had only the worst incidents with it. EG: uncleaned skin, sweat, mud smears, just overall nastiness on his tongue, ugk.

His clothing choices are stuck within Victorian and modern gothic garments, he is a cheer boy for three-piece suits with long tail coats. Though he can be a little more modern in get-up depending on if he's asked nicely. Lipsticks are often black, though his upper lip is naturally grey compared to his bottom.

Like his Father, Narciso has blood familiars, creatures made from his own veins that are loyal at default and can not cause him or any one harm unless told. They take the form of Rodents.

Narciso can turn into animals when needing too for day travel; A Swallow, A Black Swan and an ebony-silver Marble Fox. They all tend to wear his cravat unless he removes it.

His work with humans is a slow and repetitive process, having lived for years on end, he's taught Fathers and Sons for centuries, and uses their loyalty to keep his businesses going. He tends not to take on then a select few of household names and is often seen as a 'rude' boss that won't look at anyone without a prominent name, when in reality, he made those families as strong, wealthy and reputational from the get go for his own gain.

His house is four tiers, old build through and through - in the middle of a garden court. Fenced off and used for filming period dramas when he's away and often used as a tourist attraction. He houses many original pieces of art, artefacts from his travels and of course, his own hobby of portraits.