#sanguinaryprince

“It must be fun laying on the pavement.”

“ Leave me to die... ”

     STEPPING into doorways is filled with the crunch of salt. No matter where they go in the house the smell of incense burns their nose. The student has been thorough about the cleansing they’ve been doing while his mother is in the city over. It hears Him think about throwing soybeans out all the doors, but this isn’t the right time of year for that. Plus He feels it is one more idiot, superstitious thing to do. He already is about to add another to the list.

They couldn’t find ceremonial drums anywhere in storage despite its best efforts. It turned the room literally upside down to find one. It doesn’t think that helped because Jotaro sprinted to the kitchen in a panic. Their ears ring every time Jotaro bangs the metal spoon against the bottom of the saucepan.“Get out.”It can’t.He parades around the house, banging away.“Leave me alone.”It can’t obey that demand.Faster, as if giving chase he’s throwing screen doors open as he goes.“Stay the hell away from me!”It knows He’s hurting. It’s so sorry. It  c a n ’t.

I can change that. ;)

In one room, out the other. Round the hall in a circle, then back. Back, forth, a tight, anxious circle. A peek in room after room. Even if he wasn’t paying attention, he’d be sure to notice. It wasn’t like she was making an effort to keep her search subtle.

By the fifth pass, Issah’s silhouette lingers in the door a little longer than needed, violet eyes a-glow even with the shadows shrouding her face. The faint sound of nails drumming on wood.

It was late, in all honesty he should head back to his dorm before he is caught breaking curfew yet here he was. The blond was lingering in the streets enjoying the lighting at this time of night. He’d just find one last target before turning in. He could use the extra pocket money.

No one was catching his eye until he noticed him. The taller blond was so familiar, like he’d seen him before. He couldn’t quite place it but this man was definitely a good target. With his flashy clothing and the way he held himself he had to have something good on him.

Ω ∫ FANCY FUCK.

         “Can’t say that I am. I’m from no COURT so your assumption is LOST on me. Your accent intrigues me though, WHO are you?”

Everyone told him Dio was dead or taken care of. He wouldn’t have to run into or face an older Dio, that’s what they all said. Yet here he was face to face with the vampire himself. He didn’t have a stand, he knew about them yes but he did’t have one of his own so a fight was not really ideal... Still he felt the familiar sparks in his fingertips, his breathing slowing ready to defend himself almost as if it was second nature to him.

“If you want a fight you need to pay me first.”