BLACK BLOODED.

  ❛  i honestly don’t understand how you burn something that bad.  ❜

  ❛  you might as well just force me to eat charcoal , ace .  ❜

              “i never learned how to cook.                i never had to. perhaps i should                just...leave it that way.”

KINDNESS REVERBERATED IN HIS WORDS, all while anger danced just below the surface as he recalled just how he’d managed to come across the pup; while he had seen many abandoned dogs in his time, the idea of throwing one away when it was still so young was enough to make sickness churn his stomach and climb up his throat. 

              “this was the first place i thought                to bring him. he’d be safe with                 you. it’s...too difficult for me to                take him with my travels.”

quietly he offered the AFOREMENTIONED LOST OBJECT, quiet hesitation in his gaze as he studied the other, though the slightest smile could be seen in the subtle curve of his lips. 

ace gets really uncomfortable when people compliment his appearance/good looks. he’s too polite to say anything about it when it happens, but he doesn’t particularly appreciate it due to the fact that he was changed simply because he was a pretty face. compliments--no matter how well meaning the individual is--only serve to remind him of this. 

YET SHE GREETED HIM WITH FAMILIARITY and a tension he hadn’t known he’d been carrying dropped from his shoulders. for a moment he was still (the unearthly, inhuman still of the dead) before he smiled at her, though he didn’t dare show his teeth; he’d yet to master the art of being able to smile without flashing his fangs, and he lived too far in denial to be comfortable with showing them.

“ah...forgive me, lady onyx. it’s just been a while since i have been here. i wanted to make sure that your invitation still stood firm.” his words fell in a SOFT MURMUR, akin to the gentle caress of a warm summer night, though they were edged with a gentleness that he allowed for her and her alone.