#adseculaictis

@adseculaictis​  confessed  :   “ you just can’t help yourself, can you? “ (Does not have to be about kissing since they've never interacted.)

              The  Cardinal  leans  forwards,  leveraging  himself  against  the  palm  that  had  just  slammed  to  the  other  side  of  his  guests  cheek,  guiding  them  back  against  the  door  to  his  suite.  His  arm  shakes,  as  uncertain  as  his  expression,  eyes  wide  and  WILD...or  is  it  the  ache  of  HUNGER  that  causes  him  to  quiver?  Copia’s  mouth  is  SORE  with  it,  gums  aching...

              His  jaw  clenches  shut,  throat  wobbling  unsteadily  as  he  swallows,  gaining  the  control  to  speak.  “No.”  And  as  if  his  own  words,  his  own  admission  of  WEAKNESS  had  set  him  free,  the  Cardinal  lunges,  mouth  finding  theirs  in  a  scramble  to  taste.  His  canines  have,  naturally,  sprung  to  attention,  scraping  against  lips  with  an  eagerness.  They  have  yet  to  pierce  flesh...but  he  can  only  resist  for  so  long.  

Keeping the coyote in his room is... discomfiting. She shouldn't be able to kill him, if he's careful -- and if he chooses to put his stock in binding enchantments of unknown origin -- but she still carries a ceaseless air of resentment and very sharp teeth, and trying to be her master feels nearly as useless as sucking up to her.

"Depends how well the bird can talk," he mutters.

Oh, and she's condescending, thousands of years older than him or not.

How old is she, anyway?

Robin rarely found herself on the edge of the Lost Woods anymore. It seemed that lately, all she wanted to do was hide, to linger in the trees away from civilization. Her job required her to slay awful beings, and as long as she could avoid the attention of strangers who could get hurt... She would be fine alone. (She had to be.)

But today was different. She didn’t know why she had come this far, but it had been in the nick of time... A car running over what appeared to be a coyote.

Coyotes and wolves didn’t get along. Really, coyotes didn’t get along with many animals at all. Regardless, Robin was an empath first, and she ran into the usually abandoned road to grab the beast, hauling it as quick as she could further into the woods, through the mist and glittering light of spirits who whispered... (Be careful, be careful...)

“Don’t worry.” The wolf whispered. “I’ll help you. Just hang on, bud, okay?” 

     So late at night, even Rome’s streets were wont to grow dangerous.

     Still, though he kept his guard up, Abel knew there was little for him to worry about—the dangers lurking in the dark were closer to petty thieves and common delinquents rather than any real threat to someone who could hold their own, and the nighttime gave him a certain freedom of operation... regardless of how much he would rather have been sleeping.

     It gave him something to do nonetheless and meant he didn’t have to put up with night terrors aside, but even nightmares were starting to sound more appealing than this.

     It was hard work, taking down a Methuselah in the dead of night. Seeing wasn’t an issue, he could discern his surroundings just fine, but the sound. Abel had struggled to keep their battle confined to the alleyway and out of sight of the main road but, in the end, the Methuselah was little more than a fledgling at best, caught in a conflict he surely hadn’t meant to. There was only one way it could have ended. And, at the end of the day... Abel’s feeding opportunities were few and far in between. He’d had little choice but to take advantage of the opportunity.

     He hadn’t even completely stood up and away from the body by the time he felt eyes on him, and he knew full well that, while the shadows may have concealed most of the gruesome scene around him, the most obvious of his monstrous features were not so easily hidden. Abel stilled, and dread filled his heart. He could not bring harm to one who wouldn’t harm him, he refused.

god of war | @adseculaictis​ : ❝ whatever it is you seek i do not have it. you should move on. ❞

          “I’m sorry, I really am. It’s just, how can I know for sure if I leave?”

     He’d been reassured, at first. There wasn’t a whiff of Methuselah blood on the air, ruling out the chance that this person was the subject he was looking for... or at least giving him a valid excuse not to get himself and the Vatican involved. But there were few things in the world that could make his skin crawl in such a way, and something about him... something uncanny was tripping his instincts up.