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Vergilius ([personal profile] immortalpoet) wrote in [personal profile] zauneyete 2024-10-30 04:12 am (UTC)

You aren't, are you? Greedy, greedy.

[Silco winces in pain. Vergilius presses in more. What does he want? Did he come here all the way just to hurt this man, make him cry and beg for mercy? Only a short time ago, he was merely checking in.]

[How did it get to here? How did his feet take him to his place? He doesn't want to kill Silco. Doesn't he? Does he?]

[The tip of the cigarette hovers. Silco pushes in, as if he can enter him and tear out his abominable roots. As if he could even manage to do half of that. You can bring a bucket to the blood-red sea. You can't empty it.]

[Only drown in it.]


...I'm not done, either.

[He says, his whisper scratching in the depths of his throat as the man pushed up with his fingers.]

[He twists to give him a little threat of his own. His mouth opens, before it dives down onto Silco's thumb, narrowly avoiding the tip of that cigar with the movement. His fang presses in as his tongue dives down, as if ready to lick up the blood yet to be spilled. And the key word is "yet".]

[The hunger is asking him to take away that "yet".]

[Patience, patience. Control, control.]

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