caged.

— None of her little gestures went unnoticed:

            the whispered apology in subtle embarrassment, fingers reaching to tuck both shades of hair behind her ears, any direction her soft gaze turned to - especially his direction. Even in the cold of his prison, arms chained to the ground with little freedom to properly straighten his back or roll his stiff shoulders, with frost clinging to the corners of his mouth and the tip of his nose, every layer of ice seemed to melt from his skin whenever she sneaked into his cell - ironically as well as literally. His body didn’t just restore from the blood she would spill for nothing but his sake, his heart spun in ways it hadn’t danced before in a very, very long time. 

‘They are someone you care about a lot,’ she’d explained, as though it was the most mundane act in the world to associate a definition like that with an atrocity such as himself. Cadillac felt his face light up, heat twisting his stomach in a way that felt familiar although ancient. A sensation that had taken slumber for eons, and for a moment he was at a loss for words, lips parted but with nothing in mind to speak of. It only worsened when she presented to him the glass pendant. 

His eyes widened as they caught a glimpse of its shimmering reflections. “… Oh, Ana…” The tips of his claws dug into the containers, and while his fingers were ultimately dead, they felt hot with a longing to burst out of the clutches of their entrapment, just so he could hold her face between the palms of his hands and tell her that this was everything but ‘not much’. His weight instinctively leaned toward her, the slits of his eyes beaming with adoration as their glow hit the curves of the hand-made gift before they shifted to her face. “This is the most wonderful thing I’ve ever gotten. To be thought of so fondly by someone with a heart of gold that’s the size of the greatest sun, you have me overcome with a terrible craving to show you the kind of appreciation I’m incapable of giving you.” His earnest smile dug dimples in each of his cheeks. “I’d love for you to be my Valentine. Please.”

              her  heart  swells  in  her  chest  at  his  words  ,  if  any  color  was  able  to  cross  her  pale  ,  corpse  -  esque  flesh  then  it  surely  would.  fingers  dance  against  the  reflective  surface  of  the  gift  as  she  shifts  closer  to  him  on  her  knees  ,  pinning  the  pendant  head  to  an  open  piece  of  fabric  of  his  collar  ,  hands  resting  flat  against  his  chest  for  a  moment  as  she  admires  him.    ❛    o  -  of  course!  absolutely  ,  it  would  be  an  honor,    ❜    she  insists  in  a  joyful  tone.  she  sits  back  ,  tucking  each  arm  underneath  her  cloak  with  a  quiet  exhale  as  she  relaxes.

@bringchaos​ // cont.

— His forehead wrinkled with a confused

              frown and a squint of his eyes, but only for a moment as he processed the meaning of what she’d just proposed. ‘Be each other’s Valentine’s’, which entailed what, again? The cold gnawed at more than just his sense of time it seemed, even his memory seemed to be failing him. Not that he’d never heard of the holiday before, though it was an Earthen holiday. He lived hundreds, if not thousands of light years away. This was not his holiday. 

“I’ve never been offered such a thing before, I hope you know,” he laughed. “You’ll have to remind me of what that means. To be each other’s Valentine’s - why?”

                for  a  moment  she  did  not  even  think  to  consider  the  fact  that  cadillac  was  not  from  earth  ,  therefore  the  human  holiday  would  be  a  foreign  concept  to  him.  frantic  she  is  ,  ushering  a  quick  apology  for  being  unintentionally  inconsiderate  as  she  brushes  her  hair  behind  her  ears.    ❛    o  -  oh!  well  ,  it’s  pretty  much  ..    ❜    she  struggles  to  find  a  proper  explanation  ,  as  in  truth  she  didn’t  fully  grasp  it  herself.    ❛    when  someone  is  your  valentine  ,  it  means  they’re  s  -  someone  you  care  about  a  lot!    ❜    she  explains  ,  resting  her  hands  back  into  her  lap  as  she  gives  a  brief  nod  as  if  satisfied  with  her  own  response.

unprompted    ,    always  accepting

“Pleasure’s all mine.” He sneered before stepping over the bodies to stand in the hallway again. Around them where more cells but not a single staff member yet. He felt pretty smart now for breaking the cameras near the ceiling. They probably hadn’t even realized what had happened.

       “Alright then, which way do we go?” 

“Good, cause I don’t. So - what’s your name then?” He turned, standing in the doorway to look at her. He needed a name to shout at her after all, it was easier to not see someone as potential minced meat when they had a name. Though, with her he probably did not have to worry about wanting to killer her too  badly.

       “My name’s Zack.” 

“Sister Anabella, welcome to my Church.” Ah, it seemed the odd… creature had been drawn in by something. Dare he assume it was the soul of a vampire? “Are you lost, Sister Ana? Fret not, my doors are always open to those in need of help. You’re welcome to stay as long as you wish.”

Long enough for her to figure out why she was here… and for him. If it was to feed on the humans, then, well… she would have to compete with another maneater in her midst.