shota is sad
shota is sad
it’d be a lie to say that he was not surprised by this,
not even a creature like him was able of regenerating
so quickly — though, in his case. he just couldn’t. thus
he had to take care of his vessel in any fight he’d start
if there even was a danger on getting hurt. but this one
—- he could bite all over his arm and it would still heal
at the same speed.
a lot of ideas swirled across his mind, pondering which
one should he pick in order to see if there was more to
be discovered about the albino. although, thoughts had
had to be limited right before any ideas of disembowelment
and severed limbs, for those could not possibly be healed
like this - and should they be able to do so then they would
be considered as an otherworldly creature. nothing like
that could’ve been created in assiah . . .
——but he wouldn’t know unless he tried.
yet, the track train of thoughts were interrupted by a sudden
contact, optics sliding to the corner to eye that hand placed
in his shoulder. he guessed that, with the poor strength the
other ( and any human ) owned in comparison to him, they
would be trying to make him stop. in spite of that, he still
bites again next to the previous one, leaving thin red lines
as wounds for fangs were dragged downwards this time.
he lets the blood pour, tongue wiping blood-soaked teeth
clean as it brushes against bared fangs. just then he speaks.
’ what are you doing. ‘
his mind seemed to be getting blanker and blanker
by the second. in order to keep himself focused, he
watched the small animal as he looked at them with
little interest, they were pretty similar now, were they
not? anyway, it was just means to keep himself in
touch with the reality. his lips moved and uttered the
other’s name without actually making any sound.
" ah —- ? "
it seemed as though in his little daze, he didn’t have
time to process what he had been watching. his eyes
wondered back to the hand he had on placed on the
clothed shoulder, and his eyes widened slightly. truly,
why had he done that? —- was it to make himself feel
better, or maybe was it to make sure that this was not
a dream? not quite; instead he wanted to get a feel
of his own, a little taste of what amaimon was like.
" i was just —- a little fascinated by you. "
all of his body, besides his arm, was twitching under
the bites amaimon was leaving on his arm. his skin
was akin to snow, nearly a pure kind of white with a
tint of pink; in contrast, the crimson liquid brought a
certain charm, or so he saw it. his skin was scarless, but
like this, right now, he wished that the other could
leave permanent marks on his kin.
his breath was regular but loud; his mouth parted and
chest heaving up and down. he wanted to know why
amaimon didn’t seem to get any entertainment from
doing this —— so then why is was he doing that? maybe
he was just entirely desperate to have someone want him.
all of his movements and reaction to his words
were ignored, frame of mind staying as dull as
always - eyes wandered, and he just expected
to wait for their moment to be over.
whatever there was to be excited for, that he was
nonetheless, attention soon was hooked upon
their frame again. aureolip optics fix over their
hand, right where he was sure to have bitten and
thus left a mark of his fangs in it. this could
only add to one of the several things he kept
finding striking about this creature by the second.
hence why he wants them to stay, only to know
how far he can push this until there’s nothing
new left to see.
next thing to be seen is their hand in his again,
being stared at with eventual blinks, curiosity
teems, indeed, and he craves for answers that
he, for a fact, knew that he wouldn’t get ———
from them, at least.
though, knowing how this kid couldn’t be human,
he had an idea of what could’ve happened. still,
he had to make sure he was right.
he extends their arm, and bites on their forearm
skin, fangs nailing into to leave blood dripping
from them once he withdraws his mouth and
stares at that spot - waiting to see what would
curious eyes looked over at amaimon as he was utterly
uninterested in regard to what he was doing. it was a
little bit lonely, but not enough to make him feel sad.
he wondered briefly who amaimon was, where were
they —- why did he decided to keep him? but, he then
figured the he didn’t want to know since he finally had
a host of sorts.
the man’s steps had a distinct sound on the floor, he
reckoned. it was as if he was floating while walking ,
some sort of strange thing that the younger couldn’t
really explain. once again, amaimon was close to him,
kneeling down in front of him. when he pulled on his
arm, he didn’t even try to resist and once again, let
his muscles relax underneath the touch of the other’s
fangs. this time, he didn’t lick away the blood, just
immediately pulled off to apparently stare at it. in
no more than 30 seconds, the wound was closed, only
leaving the blood running down his arms.
he was looking at amaimon’s hand as it was wrapped
around his wrist. his grip was firm, making the blood
stop running properly now and then, creating an odd
kind of tingly feeling in the younger’s palm. a strange
thought crossed his mind in that moment. like this, with
him all defenseless, this man could easily make the frail
bones in his wrists crack. as he was watching golden hues
analyze his very flesh in a bored manner, his heart began
thumping faster. he read in a book once — like this, in this
one very moment, he could be pleased or killed.
a shy hand raised to a clothed shoulder. his hand put a mere
amount of pressure on amaimon’s shoulder, he couldn’t tell
whether it would pique his attention in any way. a shiver ran
down his spine for no apparent reason and for that one reason,
his back arched the slightest bit. the feeling of that clothing
underneath his fingertips was alluring, for some reasons.
as his kin was mildly interested in sugary
food and had a preference over organs and
meat, it merely sniffs the kid’s face before
showing a clear lack of interest. well—-
not as if he had expected anything more,
but the link between master and familiar
was as strong as that one of a human family,
—- perhaps stronger, seeing how humans
treated each other —- and anything that was
to be added in amaimon’s surrounded had to
be accepted and acknowledged by behemoth
the smaller demon is placed on the ground,
to let it sit besides him as he picks up its
chain, wrapping its rusty connections of
metal around a gloved wrist.
’ you’re staying. ‘
that —- wasn’t really thought out of from him,
since he didn’t have a place to stay nor was he
going to get one to let this kid stay whenever
he’d go on his killing sprees - though as
nonchalant as he was he’d let them come with
him without even telling them what he was
planning to do.
his head tilted to the side as he tried to scan over
the smaller creature that amaimon was holding. in
a fairly strange way, it was —- cute, it didn’t seem as
though he had any interest in him though, rather,
he was pretty bored. he wasn’t given enough of a
chance to study it, however, because the man put
his pet down.
he doesn’t have much of chance to be upset about
anything because he hears a simple sentence, one
that he had been waiting to hear his entire life. for
once, someone actually said that he was allowed to
stay. the smaller couldn’t believe his ears.
his eyes began glowing once again as heat once
again arose towards his cheeks. he stumbled to get
back onto his feet, and he was ready to run towards
his benefactor, he even made a couple of steps in
amaimon’s direction before he realized that maybe
he shouldn’t be doing this. his gaze lowered to the
place where he had been bitten just before, and
his fingers grazed the place despite the fact that
there was no visible scar on there.
he didn’t thank, he knew. he just raised his head
and showed off a smile, then turned around and
sat back down where he had been dropped just
before. he was playing with his fingers, focusing
on them with a distant smile playing on his lips
merely because, for the first time, he was happy.