Ā Ā Ā ā- -ā¦Ā It was something he couldnāt help, the saliva that built up inside of his mouth and threatened to spill from his lips if he didnāt control himself. Sometimes he didnāt and he had to swipe it away with a gloved hand, but what did it matter? A carnivore with its fangs glistening, what was the wrong in that? Craving the blood that deserved to flow, the flesh that was meant to be torn. Naturally his body would react accordingly, the hunger only fed by the desires. It was disgusting, but everything in the world he lived already was. Now he had become something feral, invading a place where he perhaps did not belong, but sometimes it was needed to fight fire with fire. Their flames were cold with cruelty, their burns freezing off their limbs, slowly dying inside.
Ā Ā Ā It was better that way. Sanity within insanity was still better than no sanity at all. Over-active senses were better than dull ones. Passion was better than none. If life has no purpose, youāre dead already.Ā To keep himself from believing that, he all he had to do was find it again ā that what he had lost. Find it and regain it. Isolate it and protect it. Destroy it from the inside.Ā āOh, oh, dear friend,ā the sorcerer spoke, his eyes clouded with grief. āWhat have they done? What, oh what have they done to you?ā His way of moving was unusual for a being that resembled a full-fledged human so much. Though his kind was generally on bad foot with demonic reptiles, it was impossible to not recognize the way he shot over rooftops, against walls and doors and buildings. Anyone would be reminded of the small lizards that slipped away within a mere second when they were disturbed.
Ā Ā Ā Who would he be to worry over such a thing? It got him where he wanted, quickly without being noticed. Ever since his reunion with Fumio, he had been searching after the aura that he believed to be Flaviusā, his doubt erased. Complications, thatās what Fumio had called it. Complications. The mere word made him want to throw his head back and laugh, even though it was nothing to laugh at. Unforgivable, yes. Yet so much fun ā no. Not fun, anticipation. Nothing but that. No joy, no sadness. Life, death, there was no difference anymore. Merely a very strong feeling that was not real. As long as it felt real, though, there was no problem. What a wonderful life, empty and without any worries.
Ā Ā Ā It was almost painful to have his gaze linger on the otherās appearance. Without taking consideration that it was most likely that this person had no idea who he was, he continued to stare, giving a slight shake of his head. Normally he might have tried to touch him, but for now he was utterly repelled. āAs expected, itās worse than Fumio said it was.. Who did this, my friend? Who? What did you see? Oh, oh, my dear friend. Fear not, for they will die a thousand more times than youā¦ā
Flavius took a moment, raising slender fingers up. A hand that wasn't his. It was so much the hand that it was the bitter truth regarding what happened to it's true owner--and for what? This skin was not his, it was not the flesh he was born with. Despite how much he looked like Dai, how much he looked like the one person that deserved to get a knife to the throat, it was still his body. It was the face he grew used to seeing in the mirror, the figure he was used to taking care of. Sure, it was on the thin side, sure it wasn't absolutely perfect like the bodies others would want, but it was still /his/. Whomever this body once belonged to, they were gone, killed by the thing that harmed him. Innocent individual caught in the line of sight that belonged to a monster of the purest design.
It was almost hard to believe. When he heard that thing's voice, how delicate it sounded. Oh, but it was cocky, arrogant. So sure that he'd never get out, so sure that Fumio would watch and be unable to help. His only father figure, the only one he needed, used against him, more so--used against himself. Eyes like that of an angel, Flavius once described them in a bid to remember what happened despite how much this body rejected it. Despite how much he rejected it, but--in the end, Flavius realized that he just couldn't deny it anymore. He couldn't deny that he had been tortured, bound. He couldn't deny that he was made to eat the flesh of those that assaulted him, the skin of his mother--murdered by the same beast that held him captive.
A bitter smile overcame his lips as his head dropped, hanging low as the thoughts came back to him. The horrifying laughter, it stuck with him more than anything else. For someone who reveled in his sense of pride, it may have been the reason he couldn't get over it. Why he couldn't actually grow from the experience, though... How could he grow from something like that? He lost his body, he lost his mother, his home--Fumio even. That last bit alone was enough to bring him to sigh. He was all alone for now, unable to could back, or handle going back to begin with. Unable to do much for himself--and then the same memories that always haunted the outer rim of his mind poked around. Their tendrils trailing over the delicate fabric that made up his head. Smoky appendages dug into the cracks, bringing back not only what happened--but the last thing Fumio told him.
It was all going to be okay. Everything was okay. Lips pursed, eyes drawing closed. He'd wanted to leave, to get away. Flavius couldn't handle Dai anymore, couldn't handle the fact that most of his life had been covered up. The fact that he really was some sort of demonic thing instead of a normal breathing /human/ like he thought he was. An ache formed itself in his chest as fingers clenched to form fists, how Fumio promised him. Things may look bleak, tunnels may seem to have no end but everything would always be okay. He would have made sure of that. He'd be here to pick up whatever fragments needed to be picked up, as a mentor, as a friend, as the father he never had growing up.Ā
A sigh dropped from his lips, biting back how hoarse his voice sounded in that moment, " Why would you make a promise, if you knew you couldn't keep it, " The basilisk remarked to himself, eyes traveling over the garden, " Why would you act like you could handle everything, you're not even here now. I don't know what to fucking do, and you're not here now. You fucking promised, how could you? " It wasn't so much Fumio he was angry with, but himself. He let himself be caught, couldn't get himself out, Fumio was dragged into it because of his association /to/ Flavius. That was all...how dare he get closer to the former skeptic...he knew it was dangerous. He /knew/, " Bet you didn't see this coming, even with how old you are. "
Before the now blond could go on to talk to himself a bit more, body reacted to the soft mention of his name. No one where knew it--almost half expecting someone else to come and destroy him from the inside out, the male flinched. A rapid turn allowed Flavius to land on eyes that looked similar to his own. Half of his mind wanted to run, but the rest stayed, anxious to know just who this man was. Heart palpitating, he brought up a hand to still it, emerald hues never moving off of them while they spoke. There was something so...familiar, just like how he felt when he ran into Fumio for the first time. Hell, this man even mentioned his former mentor. However, nothing this person said made him any less weary, in fact, he only tensed. Goosebumps trickling over his skin, Flavius made his move, speaking aloud, attempting to sound as firm as he could, " I--I don't know what did this to me, I don't know. I don't want to think about it, " His voice almost shook, but the wizard found it okay to keep going, " Who--are you? You seem familiar, why? Are you like Fumio? Are you-- " Like hell he was going to put his trust in someone from his ancestor's past, especially after what happened. If another one got hurt, he didn't know what he'd do, " Please, it's not a good idea, don't say those things. You might get hurt too, not even Fumio was able to hold his own against it.. "
