HE CHEWS AND SWALLOWS

 • name: haemon lagneía 

 • eye colour: blood red irises, reddish orange scelra 

 • hair style/colour: very long, red, and mostly in a low ponytail  

 • height: 6”3

 • clothing style: semi formal

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE 

 • your fears: the queen

 • your guilty pleasure: sparkly things

 • your biggest pet peeve: not being in control 

 • your ambitions for the future: to serve the queen

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS 

 • your first thoughts waking up: daily tasks 

 • what you think about most: work

 • what you think about before bed: tasks for the next day

 • you think your best quality is: intelligence

WHAT’S BETTER? 

 • single or group dates: Single 

 • to be loved or respected: Respected 

 • beauty or brains: brains... to eat 

 • dogs or cats: neither

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU… 

 • lie: no

 • believe in yourself: yes

 • believe in love: no

 • want someone: to torture

 LAYER SIX: EVER BEEN… 

 • been on stage: yes

 • done drugs: no

 • changed who you were to fit in: never 

LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES 

 • favourite colour: red

 • favourite animal: none

 •  favourite movie: none

 • favourite game: none

LAYER EIGHT: AGE

 • day your next birthday will be: july 25th

 • how old will you be: 25... again

 • age you lost your virginity: :thinking:

 • does age matter: sure

LAYER NINE: IN A PERSON

 • best personality: screamers and squirters 

 • best eye colour: any

 • best hair colour: any

 • best thing to do with a partner: eat them 

LAYER TEN: FINISH THE SENTENCE 

 • i love: the queen

 • i feel: content

 • i hide: the bodies

 • i miss: nothing

 • i wish: for nothing 

                                  random facts about haemon | forever accepting

in his jojo verse his parents are from greece but moved to britain before he was born

he views the queen as a goddess and loves her as such

in his main verse he falls in love someone he has to kill

haemon has a phobia of being bound

in his main verse he has a state of being high, which he achieves if he drinks someone’s blood + color

   A loud s c o f f  escaped the brunette’s troath, upon hearing the talller male’s little speech, her brows still pushed to reflect the anger and annoyance that filled her. The thought that he would mean no harm would very soon leave the half demon’s mind with each following word that left the fellow’s mouth, even if she was MORE than used to snide comments about her height and general appearance, they every now and then if not all the time striked a nerve within, or multiple even.     The half demon stood in silence for minutes while she paid close attention to his mockery, though she felt her temper fueling up ever so quickly, HENCE while She could she had taken upon the opportunity to let a clawed hand get a TIGHT grip around the fellow’s troath as soon as he inched anywhere closer to her when stopping in his tracks. Yet it was still loose enough to not cause any further harm  f o r  n o w.    Her inch long claws simply traced his skin while the sandpaper like rind upon her fingers bristled againts his own.    The once mentioned grip of hers only seemed to TIGHTEN for one bare second while she mustered up the strenght to pull him down, Not too close, yet not too far either but Directly to a  p e r f e c t  eye level, where he could in fact stare at a pair of yellow tainted, but pupilless eyes. There wasn’t anything to gaze into, yet the feeling of her watching TROUGH him could’ve been easily told. 

 To say the brunette was hostile would’ve been an understatement at this point.

   A grim like smile stretched the burnette’s lips from ear to ear all too sudden, if he TRULY wanted to see fangs he COULD now. And she was very fond of showing them from even closer if it was necessary.    And as if she didn’t even hear anything else he had said, the brunette cut his talk in HALF with her own severe but bold tone of voice.

     – “ I HAVE NO NEED TO LET YOU KNOW MY NAME ,                  BUT I WILL LET YOU KNOW THAT I IN FACT WOULD LIKE TO HAVE YOUR TEETH ON A NECKLANCE IF WE ARE SO AHEAD ON                                      C O M P L I M E N T I N G  EACHOTHER. “ 

He didn’t even react to being grabbed, nor did he seem to mind much either. “My teeth? I suppose they’d look nice on a necklace.” The red head smiled his own fangy smile. “Though, I do prefer your teeth since they’re the only sizeable thing about you. They’d make fine jewelry. Or toothpicks if I were to file them down nicely.” Staring into the latter’s eyes, he was unfazed. “I don’t have much of a need for toothpicks, though. I’m not one to eat flesh too much unless I’m trying to prove a point. Or I crave it.”

“Ah ah aaahh.” He said in a singsong tone. Gregori brought a bloodied hand to Haemon’s face painting his pale skin with red streaks as he ran a thumb over his cheekbone. “I have already told you my dear Haemon. I cannot give you back your bone. Only you can claim it by speaking the truth. For the truth will set you free.” He stated in an uncharacteristically soft voice. He almost, almost, felt bad for doing this to Haemon. Not pity. Nor compassion. But a feeling that he couldn’t describe. Was it remorse? Dragging his fingers down his face he backed away. Too close. He was too close to this.

Torture was done best when you had no attachment to the person. Attachment didn’t come easy to him. He had forgotten his job. Above all else he was a Punisher of Liars and a Judge of Words. It was his God given right. Why else would he have such an ability? Standing straight he spoke. “Oh my work is never a waste of time. Never. You will answer truthfully or I’ll take both flesh and bone. And yours will be the most prized in my collection. So what will it be liar?” The Czech held his hands behind his back and watched with interest as to what his inquiry would do next.

Still glaring at the man in front of him, his tongue licked at his own cheek in hopes of lapping up some of the blood on his face. He dropped his head and balled his fists, sharp, black nails digging into his palms. Though he tried to remain calm, he could feel himself getting closer and closer to losing it. His strength still had yet to return, he knew snapping would be more than just counterproductive. He had to calm down. Calm down. Calm down calm down calm down calm down calm down calm down calm down calm down clam down. 

Drip. 

Blood began to leak from Haemon’s right nostril onto his breast, staining his light colored shirt. Of course this would happen on the one day he decided to wear a lighter color. What a fucking awful day. 

“Heh, heh. Heh heh ha. Hahahahahahahaha!” 

✿ It was in that moment that Mio realized just how thankful she should be for the chilly autumn breeze blowing past, for it provided her ample excuse to shuffle her muffler far past her chin just conveniently enough to hide her obvious blush. She’d only seen Haemon’s expression completely fall apart one other time, during the afterglow of that party. The girl speaks out past layers of fabric, “O-Oh gosh, you really think so…? You’re always so kind to me, Haemon…”

   This was bad– her pulse was quickening. Surely he’d be able to tell? He had always been of the observant type; and he was a vampire, as well. Someone like him must be well-attuned to faintest sound of rushing blood. The girl averts her eyes momentarily; if the cat’s already out of the bag, so to speak, then what harm was there to be had in teasing him just a little bit?    Coyly tugging her muffler away from her lips, Mio batted her eyelashes as she flashed a devilishly disarming grin at the man.    “–Um, hey, Haemon… if I let you pinch my cheeks, then will you give me back my glasses?”

Blinking a couple times, he gave his own sly smile at the shorter lady besides him. “Your glasses in exchange for a pinch of the cheek? I don’t think that’s quite fair, do you?” Putting his hands behind his head, he shook it enough to make his long ponytail sway side to side. “It most certainly is not! I have a better proposal to even it out.” Stopping besides Mio, he leaned down to her height. “A quick kiss and your glasses will be yours.” He smiled, his eyes bright. Lifting her chin, he leaned in closer. “The choice is yours, Miss Maki.”

Scales swung erratically from Sidewalks and Skeletons right arm. Gregori sighed, lowering his eyes but smirked. “It looks like… I can’t spare you from the pain of your lies.” He said looking back at his Inquiry. The red corpse floated to Haemon and raised it’s sworded hand and slashed right through him then drew back. His inquiry remained miraculously unharmed. Not a single hair out of place. But something indeed did occur. Within his fingers he clenched a pale bone coated in slick blood. “Tibia.” He muttered to himself studying the specimen. A possible keepsake if liars continued to do as they did best.

“About that threat. I wouldn’t punch that lovely face of yours. And I hardly think my family would care about what happens to me. Or maybe it’s just I don’t care about them?” He mused as he tapped the long bone rhythmically against the palm of his hand. Gregori shook his head uncomfortable by something that came to mind. “I just ask you make sure I’m not buried in a suit.” He asked.

Oh, he felt that pain. It took every ounce of his willpower to stifle the swear that partially left his lips. Glaring at Gregori for the nth time, he bore his teeth once again, nostrils flared. Hissing, sweat dripped from his forehead down his face. His leg... it...

As if this situation could get any worse.

“At this point, I’ll feed you to my shitty coworkers and use your bones as stress relievers. I’ll paralyze you and skin you, then pour salt all over your exposed flesh.” With that, he began to struggle against the rope, though the violent jerks he gave in his seat still weren’t enough the make the rope budge. He needed to get out. He needed to get out. He needed to get out.  

Haemon was a man capable of masking most everything; his murder record, his involvement with the queen, the fact that said queen was plotting on taking over the world, the stench of decay— he was an expert at masking at hiding. It was almost second nature at this point.

But when it came to Mio things became blurred. Very blurred. One moment he had everything under wraps and the next he was staring at her with knitted brows and pink cheeks, looking uncharacteristically nervous. Say something. Say something. Say something quick—

“You look quite cute either way. Your glasses frame your face and fit you perfectly. Without them, you look different, but it’s a refreshing kind of different. Either way, your cheeks still look most pinch-able and kissable.”

“Although I asked you a question first, I’ll humor you just this one time since I never introduced myself. My name is Haemon, and we’ve never met before. I couldn’t help but notice your teeth. They’re so large while the rest of you... isn’t. I just assumed that you felt insecure about your height and wanted to get your fear inducing attributes from elsewhere.”

Smiling a creepy smile, he tilted his head a little and inched closer. “You know, your teeth would look good on a necklace. Or just used as jewelry in any sort of way. Say, if your teeth were to be pulled and used just for that, would they grow back? Or would you be all gums, like a baby? Heh heh heh.” He put his hands on his hips and stopped walking. 

The pink haired man trailed his black lacquered fingers over the bound vampire’s shoulder as he slowly circled him, content with his work. “Because you have answers to my questions my dear Haemon.” He explained running his hand through his incredibly long hair. It was rare Gregori had reservations toward an Inquiry. His discovery of the existence of vampires ignited a deep seated curiosity and desire to become or even make one his partner. But he’d settle for torture. Yet another passion of his.

“You are my Inquiry and I am an Inquirer. A Seeker of Truth and Punisher of Liars. Speak the truth for the truth will set you free.” He spoke his mantra initiating the start of his interrogation. A red, mummified corpse manifested beside its user. It breathed heavily and stared at the Inquiry expressionless.

“It is not often I feel reluctant to punish liars but you’re the exception. Answer with honesty and I may spare you some pain. Now my little vampire, what were you doing in our territory mm? Were you sent here?” The greasy goth asked coolly. Sidewalks and Skeletons floated closer to Haemon awaiting an answer.

The red haired man glared at him, upper lip curled into a snarl. Sharp teeth bared, they ground together. Haemon’s breath was heavy and labored almost, as he could hardly stop growls from erupting from his core. In vain he fought against the rope still, knowing that the more he fought the longer it would take his vampire powers to come back to him. He hated being bound. He hated being bound. He hated being bound. He hated being bound—

“Do whatever it is you wish to me, Gregori. Break every bone in my body, stab me, kick me, whatever your fucked up heart desires.” Lowering his head, he breathed out a breath he was unaware he was holding and looked back up. When he spoke again his voice lost it’s usual cool sophistication, instead now being much more ragged and sinister. “However, if you hit me in the face you’d better make it a good shot the first time. It better knock me out, even, because if you hit me there again I’ll kill you and send your decapitated head to your family. Stuff your mouth with your intestines and put your eyeballs in your nostrils. Heh heh heh. Reconsider your torture methods.”

He sat in the chair shaking in rage, muscular arms and legs bound together. Just his luck he’d inhale some of the glitter meant for the Czechian, and it took away the strength he could’ve used to break free from the tight rope in all of its inky, intricately woven glory. Despite knowing it was futile, he fought against his bindings.