08-29-2015, 11:55 PM
Mistaking hunger for love,
I might make a meal of you and not even notice.
I might make a meal of you and not even notice.
He has learned not to trust the night or the things that it brings with it anymore. To him, night is when all the most awful things happen and monsters leave their masterpieces to be discovered in the morning sun. Vulgaris had been born perfect despite his father's affliction but the witching hour had made certain that he would awake to find himself an abomination. Now, he refuses to sleep in the dark unless exhaustion has finally taken hold of him and dragged him off to his nightmares or, less frequently, dreams.
But he does not think of these things even as the eyeless girl wanders into their conversation to make them a trio of various atrocities. His slit pupils flick to stare in her direction as she speaks and he can't help but allow his lip to curl like a dog baring its teeth at a perceived threat. What little light is available catches on the slick skin of her scar tissue, though, and he eases his expression back to one of general dislike. There is neither disgust nor pity evident in his stare and even Set's prying mind will find no such thing within him.
(For a moment, the reptile brain thinks of how vulnerable she may be. Hunger briefly stirs in his belly before he chokes it back. Things are not always what they seem.)
"Should the blind really use the word 'clearly'?" he asks as he brushes her own question aside. It seems that he is not in the mood to answer much of anything in his current state as he gives a light snort. But then the stranger gives up his name at last, drawing the serpent's attention once more as he examines him briefly. The name is unfamiliar and so he remembers it for future use.
"Well, Set and Channary, I suppose I am here because it's more appealing than anything else."
More appealing than sleep, he means.
More appealing than vulnerability.
"And what about you?" he asks as his face begins to show sincere interest rather than generalized aggravation. He's no summer fire, but he's warming up to the idea of company little by little.
But he does not think of these things even as the eyeless girl wanders into their conversation to make them a trio of various atrocities. His slit pupils flick to stare in her direction as she speaks and he can't help but allow his lip to curl like a dog baring its teeth at a perceived threat. What little light is available catches on the slick skin of her scar tissue, though, and he eases his expression back to one of general dislike. There is neither disgust nor pity evident in his stare and even Set's prying mind will find no such thing within him.
(For a moment, the reptile brain thinks of how vulnerable she may be. Hunger briefly stirs in his belly before he chokes it back. Things are not always what they seem.)
"Should the blind really use the word 'clearly'?" he asks as he brushes her own question aside. It seems that he is not in the mood to answer much of anything in his current state as he gives a light snort. But then the stranger gives up his name at last, drawing the serpent's attention once more as he examines him briefly. The name is unfamiliar and so he remembers it for future use.
"Well, Set and Channary, I suppose I am here because it's more appealing than anything else."
More appealing than sleep, he means.
More appealing than vulnerability.
"And what about you?" he asks as his face begins to show sincere interest rather than generalized aggravation. He's no summer fire, but he's warming up to the idea of company little by little.
Vulgaris
I am a bed of coals and your mouth
sets fire to parts of me I forgot I could feel.
I am a bed of coals and your mouth
sets fire to parts of me I forgot I could feel.