continued from here // @lethalcrashed
thick strands of hair curl & lift, arms mimicking the motion as their hands raise before their chest in a submissive gesture. they had not come to torment their fellow hunter, no! quite the opposite. they had felt a twinge of concern hearing about the... levels luchino had gone to when dealing with his recent prey, such that the actions bordered the thin line of rationality that still remained in place within the manor... “ i am well aware of that fact, luchino. this is not coming from a place of malice. ” they start, arms once again falling to hang limp by their sides. why the other hunters felt the need to be so HOSTILE towards their own kind ( in a way, though none of them ever truly felt as though they were the same BREED of human at some point in their past ), they would never truly know. but then again, they had a few they preferred to avoid unless they wished for a headache that lasted them the rest of the night. luchino was one of the few they tolerated most often.
“ forgive me for pressing so quickly on the matter... i am simply concerned, seeing as you may bring lady nightingale’s gaze to fall on you, & not in a rewarding light. ” as fun as it was to toy with their audience, the VIOLINIST had learned one thing very quickly into their first few days here: the survivors healed from their physical wounds, not their mental. & if their mental wounds became too severe, the hunters wouldn’t have many survivor’s left to play with, now would they?
