xavier.

xavier nodded a little, crossing his arms across his chest once more and continued to walk through the yards with the man, eyes scanning their surroundings slowly as nazar spoke. “the only time i thought of things like this were when watching movies and stuff like that.” he says, though he assumed that was a popular thing to say among humans who weren’t firm believers in the supernatural. xavier was now for sure. “demons and vampires are the more popular ones in america, there’s whole tv shows about them. the vampire diaries, supernatural.” he licks his lips. 

“...okay. okay, what? anything, i just want out of here.”

“i guess that’s true.” he chuckled a little, arching a brow. “well, that’s good - honestly who even does that, ruin a cake? tasteless.” surprises like that should’ve been crimes. a smile pulled at the corners of his lips. “okay, you seem like you’d be nice enough company. not like some of the others.”

when the man smiled xavier smiled a bit himself, though that smile seemed to fall the more the man said about his situation - being so old, and immortal would of course leave people feeling lonely. he still didn’t understand how this was all possible. “i’m sorry.” he offered, even if it wasn’t much and it wouldn’t fix anything. “that does sound like it’d be terribly lonely.” his couple of years of loneliness was nothing compared to decades, even centuries. “that’s - crazy, it’s all very surreal to think about.” he inhaled the fresh air deeply, glad to be out of that dungeon. 

“company?” he echoed - xavier arched a brow at the man. “are you lonely?” he asked before he could fully process the question. loneliness was a funny thing - never once did the human think he’d be lonely, but after losing both of his parents so quickly, and having to change his lifestyle - he became closed off, and learned who his real friends were. not many, they’d rather him sell his body than let him crash at their house and help him out. xavier’s heartbeat grew quicker as the cell door was opened, excited to be getting out, but nervous at the same time. “outside would be nice - fresh air, the openness. after being so cramped up for so long, you know?” he asked as he stepped out of the cell.

“okay.” he nodded a bit - sir, or nazar. he didn’t even bother asking the man for his last name, because to be honest…he didn’t really care to know. “i don’t know…three days, maybe four. it’s uh…a lot longer than i would’ve liked to be here that’s for sure.”

“excuse me?” the boy squeaked out - was this asshole toying with him? “it’s not okay to fuck around with people! i - this isn’t...this isn’t right. don’t stand there looking like this is okay! i’m in a cell. this is inhumane - i want out.”

“really?” he asked - lips parting. that was easier than he thought. the other masters had been so quick to dismiss his name, making him feel like a toy - perhaps, like he wasn’t himself. xavier crossed his arms, hugging himself when he saw the offered hand. “and that’s what you want me to call you? no title?” xavier asked - nazar. an odd name.

“your...job?” as if that made it any better. it was a job to go out and find people and bring them to this place. “it does.” he said strongly. “it makes you sick. and you’re not making this any easier on yourself. it’s your fucking job - who the fuck does that? i mean...you’re just deciding for these people - me - that their life as they knew it is over. you’re--you’re bringing them here to suffer. and directly you’re not fucking trying to hurt them, you’re not hurting them - but indirectly you are.” xavier found it easy to lash out at crosby, he wasn’t as intimidating as some of the others he’s come into contact with. a scoff passed the brunette’s lips. crosby wanted him to know he wasn’t like them - and while that may have been true, what he was doing wasn’t any better. right? xavier wasn’t in the wrong for thinking that. his lips parted when he flat out said he was the reason that he ended up here - he’d thought about that, but he wanted to think it was someone else who brought him, “why me?” he frowned, disregarding everything else said for the moment. “why’d it have to be me?”

xavier wasn’t in much of a smiling mood - and something about the others made him feel uneasy, along with being called slave. “xavier - but why bother asking if you won’t use it?” he asked boldly.