SWEET / TOOTH .

HEART HITCHED   in his chest as he whipped around to see where the voice was coming from.   eyeing the man with a suspicious glint in his eyes         knox felt his heart kick back to life       pounding heavily       against his ribcage.   if he wasn’t careful he’d lose his target but he couldn’t do something like this in front of another.   knox had been this long without getting caught he wasn’t about to risk it, he could get the guy another night.     ❛    none of your fuckin’ business               who are you ?    ❜

sunglasses flick back down and he’s shaking his head some , pulling a cigarette case out of his back pocket as well as a match.  he’s slow to light his cigarette and bring it to his lips , putting out the match with fingers as he continues to watch , offering the case to skinner.  not to take , of course but withdraw a cigarette from it’s clutches , smoke now surrounding him.  they’re an odd pair , they both know that but neither of them cared.  they were far too comfortable in each others company.   ❝ or would you rather you be on the other end , skinner ?  you know i’m packing. i saw you peek that time we bunked together. ❞  a hum , watching the other through the tinted glass as he waits for a reaction.  could go one of two ways  — blustering denial or acceptance.  

either way he would be amused , and either way he was sure that skinner would give in at some point.  he had a way with men and women after all.  how else did skinner think he was able to deal with the firecracker that was jeannie rowe ?

it was as if time was nothing but complex irrelevance  ;  it was odd for skinner, to be quite honest. he wasn’t a man who so willingly smiled for another  /  who could call himself CONTENT with another’s company. perhaps, it was the other’s age. he being a couple decades older than him might have made him more comfortable, for lack of a better term. either way ,  he accepted the cigarette with a smirk  ;  fingers digging through the pockets of his jacket, finding the zippo and flicking it with ease. one would think, as a vampire, that fire was a source of fright. it truly had little to no effect on a vamp such as he. sure, it would hurt, but one couldn’t really call it a WEAKNESS.  the cigarette lit, smoke of his own intertwining with the others.

&  /   .    @swotja    !

she’s  a  funeral  pyre   .       burning  in  her  own  curiosity    /    her  own  fire    ;    here  she  stands   ,   dumbfounded       ——————–       a  child  caught  being  naughty   .     (     verdant  eyes  widen    thrice    their  size   ,   cherry   -   pit  lips  parted  ever  so  slightly   .     )     ❝          ——————–         what   ?    ❞       single  syllable  is  pushed  from  swan’s  throat   ,   the  sleuth  nearly    choking    on  the  word   .       she  sniffles  once   ,   a  gentle    shift  of  weight    is  made   .     uncomfortable   ,   though  interested   .       corners  of  lips  are    tugged    upwards   ,   cheeks  becoming  bee   -   stung  for  half  a  moment  before  the  smile  is  forgotten    &    replaced  with  something  more  sinister    .       ❝  no   ,   sir   ,   i    wasn’t    sneaking  around   .       i  don’t  even       .  .  .    ❞       mind  goes  blank   ,   excuses  flying  from  her  tongue  before  they  cease   .

❝          ——————–         i  don’t  even  know  what  sneaking  around  is   .    ❞

there was no doubt that the man known as SKINNER SWEET was a unique one. as the lore states, when some are infected by a vampire’s blood, there is a chance that they shall become their own creation  ;  a new species of abomination to roam this land called earth. thus was the truth for skinner  ,   with him, the first case of HOMO ABOMINUM AMERICANA was born. but, despite his uniqueness, they would ALL fall prey to the scarlet that runneth betwixt veins. oh, how it was a chore to be a vampire. 

he wasn’t even being a bad boy at the time, feeding time was a necessity, not entertainment  /  something that the carpathian vampires should attempt to understand. he’d already disposed of the body when he heard it. words  / a female within his presence. his back toward her  ;  a face distorted & demented from his hunger.  ❛   -             -   stop talking.  ❜ a simple request, if she wanted to live. he’d been good  / wouldn’t want someone’s clumsiness to break that streak. composure was needed ,  his face reforming into a human one as he turned to face the sleuth. 

   ❝ hermano , you need to stop staring at my ass. if you want’ta see it all you have to do is ask , and i might oblige. ❞  is he teasing him ?  absolutely but that was what made their friendship.  unlike his beautiful fledge who was so full of fire and excitement , matteo preferred a quieter life , though there were certainly some similarities between the two of them.  their cheekiness definitely being one of them.  eyebrow raises as he removes sunglasses , cat slit eyes obvious now , teeth sharp as he waits an answer.  he couldn’t keep his sunglasses off forever.  he thought he looked damn good with them on.   ❝ i haven’t all year.  i’m going to need an answer.  tick tock , tick tock.❞ ╰ • º¸ ☠️@swotja liked for a starter.