[ unheilig | monströs ]

❝ You look as though you’ve not slept in months, Ragar. ❞ The overwhelming stress from nearly losing his child, undoubtedly. But he’s safe now. Would recover, given time. ❝ I do have something I could give you to help you sleep. I’ve had it tested-- ❞ Though the first few tries hadn’t gone well. Hadn’t it taken them days to wake up the first time? Such a terrible failure. [ yet it was all in the past! ]. 

murder /  manslaughter  /  assault  / robbery /  breaking & entering  /  theft  / embezzlement  /  kidnapping  /  torture  / blackmail /  arson  / trespassing / treason  / libel or slander  / obstruction of justice  /  lying to law enforcement / creation of a weapon /  espionage  / riot  /  escape from lawful custody  /  contempt of court  /  public intoxication /  conspiracy  / accessory to a crime  / harboring a fugitive  /  bribery  / perjury under oath  /  resisting arrest /  identity theft  /  corporate fraud  /  tax fraud  / document forgery  / destruction of evidence /  assassination  /  counterfeiting  / sale of a controlled substance / purchase of a controlled substance /  failure to pay child support  / hacking crimes  / threat /  pick-pocketing  / shoplifting

     Ah, he had guessed so, indeed. “ Great Whites? ” Really now? When they had mainly seen [ and he recalls his partner’s glee when observing them ] a far smaller breed: spotted catsharks, to be precise. So, a sigh does rise when he merely shakes his head. “ I can not quite make out if this is a means to test what I would all do for you, darling. ” He sounded more displeased than he truly was. “ What I still remember, however, is your desire for a different kind of sharks. ”

    And these? Well. “ I would be open to reason with acquiring that breed, more so. ”

❝ A test? Do I look like I'm joking to you, Ragar? The plans are already drawn up. I would only need to build it. ❞ Gesturing to him, Frankenstein has partner follow him to said drawings. Everything required was scrawled down in elegant writing, just necessitating a yes from Ragar.

     Oh. “ What about them? ” He could already feel that this would end up quite entertaining. “ You are free to speak out your requests, my dear. ”

        ❝ -- You’re quite the unforgivable one, aren’t you? ❞ There’s an evident bitterness to words, narrowed gaze boring into those fiery red eyes he once adored [ still did ]. ❝ You left everyone to assume you died, hid out in dangerous territory without your soul weapon, and then you severed our link. Were you perhaps dropped on your head as a child? Or did you think yourself wise? Please, do tell, Ragar. Because it’s all entirely nonsensical. ❞ A finger raises each time a wrong is mentioned, anger tangible. This was something he could do throughout the day if given the chance. ❝ I thought you were bright for a Noble. Was I mistaken? You’re leading me to believe so. ❞ Such a shame. 

      Ah-- But having him close by again. Knowing he was safe. Alive. Isn’t this what he’d often dreamt of? A pause follows, head dipping down. Truth be told, ‘neath it all, it still hurts now. Frankenstein’s an obsessive man by nature, pulling those whom he cherished the most near and refusing to ever let go. They were his. And to lose the person [ or so he believed ] he loved most? Few had the ability to make him break down and weep whilst he nursed a shattered heart. A heart that remained thus to this day. 

     “Indeed, I am aware~” He had seen it with his own eyes. Had watching his husband rushing to and fro [ thinking, perchance, that he was secretive? ]. “What are you waiting for, then?” With a smile, he would point upwards. Standing so perfectly beneath the largest one. “Or do you plan on missing the first already?”

       ❝ Were you concealing yourself again? When you could have helped me? What a naughty husband I have. ❞ Positively the worst. Now what to do with him? Oh, but the answer was simple. Pulling Ragar up against his chest, fingertips lightly trail down his spine as Viktor smirks. ❝ I would never. ❞ Miss out? On something like this? Involving a man so beautiful, angels would weep at the sight of him? No. Impossible.