#undeadmoses

—— Oh ? Are we ? “ DISDAIN AND MOCKERY ring in his voice like païan Ave Maria. He’s so close to spitting poison, pessimism longering on his lips in a faithful kiss. Surely, if there’s a certainity down here, it is the weight of our CHAINS. —— This is something that I wasn’t aware of. See, I’ve hardly seen anyone awake to this world, to their beliefs. In fact, I’ve only witnessed pretending and false saints. And as for freedom, I would not even dare to imagine it : there’s nothing such as this. I think you know it too well, don’t you ? Our body is the most beautiful cell, but still, it doesn’t change the fact that we are imprisoned. ”

“Thanks for your concern, but I’m fucking peachy as pie. Yeah?” He’s lying through his teeth. A quality he learned and mastered from watching his own mother.

Kieren glanced across now, feet resting flat on the pavement as the bus left him and the unlikely hero behind. Before the turn of events Kieren had labelled this stranger a burner, junky, and though he didn’t doubt his judgement he did feel horrible jumping to conclusions about the mans character. Still, part of Kieren didn’t want to appear so shaken, not when he’d faced greater terrors from the past. “Thanks, it was nothing I couldn’t handle on my own... but you were kind to help.” He turned gingerly to face him now and figured he owed him an introduction at the very least. “It’s Kieren. What’s yours?”

*cartwheels* hellO

ooc: Come. Let’s do the thing.

Maximus looked up. “What’d ya think? Vampire food fights back, you know.”