wolf killer

rockstat living in my head rent free

i'm losing my mind

❝ don't be so sure of it! ❞ a wicked grin flashes across pale features, eyes almost sparkling in their revelry of this game he plays with mortals. they believe his vampirism is a show he puts on, a costume he can take on and off upon a whim. if only! can you imagine it? what would it be to wear immortality for a night and relinquish it in the morning? no matter how much proof he shows, the human mind insists upon seeing farce and deceit where there is bleeding sincerity. he bends down low towards her, posture still straight so it appears like a royal bow, and hands clutched behind his back in a disarming but graceful gesture. ❝ would you like to feel them? ❞ he bares his teeth, exposes his fangs to her as christ offering his wounded hands for proof of miracle. ❝ just try and pull them out. you will see. ❞

mirth finds its way to piercing azure gaze as it settles upon his companion. he is abundantly familiar with histrionics. it came hand in hand with the performers, both when he joined the circus troupe and later the theatre in paris. even now, stuffed aboard a tour bus with fidgety musicians and artists, the personalities sometimes are too big, the egos to vast, to all fit even on the spacious vehicle they have purchased. and now there is jennifer who while being a mere companion seems to be up to par with the rest of them. one more lively spirit with too much attitude and a willingness to give his manager an extra headache. ❝ i've sworn not to interfere with my manager again any time soon, you mustn't make her cross. at least not for a week or she might drive you off this bus with a hammer. ❞ it is mostly in jest. he would not allow anyone to banish jennifer from his company, but he does like to rile her so.

queen of the damned: the queen of heaven, page 263