（ it's rare that he's driven to discomfited distraction in someone's presence. the slam of that metal doesn't make him startle, but it sets his teeth on edge for a reason more deeply rooted in interest than anxiety. there is a yawning of something electric beneath his skin. blink-and-you-miss it, memories like a haze overlay the room, and he thinks about what his hand would look like closed over the delicate column of the boy's throat.
(you don't meet a lot of people like this. and he hasn't — not for centuries. kulo vayn only allowed three lives to slip through its hands, in a long millennia of horrors. all of them were warborne, too. the only people that fetid creature could care for were those capable of leaving ruin in their wake.)
but this kid is fucking young, unless he's some measure of immortal too. many of those scars have years and miles behind them. the certainty to his movements, the unflinching brusqueness of his tone — it tells a story. and cy, with an effort, reaches to coax sympathy into the space where sadism lives. ）
You think your interest matters to our gracious hosts?
（ it's said in the sort of pleasant tone one might comment on the weather, or ask about the dinner special at a restaurant, with an encompassing wave of one hand at their surroundings. it's a warning just the same — albeit not one about him.
his only answer to being told to move is to ... not do that at all, actually. selective hearing, thy name is. ）
no subject
(you don't meet a lot of people like this. and he hasn't — not for centuries. kulo vayn only allowed three lives to slip through its hands, in a long millennia of horrors. all of them were warborne, too. the only people that fetid creature could care for were those capable of leaving ruin in their wake.)
but this kid is fucking young, unless he's some measure of immortal too. many of those scars have years and miles behind them. the certainty to his movements, the unflinching brusqueness of his tone — it tells a story. and cy, with an effort, reaches to coax sympathy into the space where sadism lives. ）
You think your interest matters to our gracious hosts?
（ it's said in the sort of pleasant tone one might comment on the weather, or ask about the dinner special at a restaurant, with an encompassing wave of one hand at their surroundings. it's a warning just the same — albeit not one about him.
his only answer to being told to move is to ... not do that at all, actually. selective hearing, thy name is. ）