Post by Firey - Khay's Slave on Aug 22, 2007 21:15:18 GMT -4
Izailen couldn't decide just how pathetic this wretch was. Seriously... not only was the demon idiotic enough to appear as if he wished to help him in some way, mere tones of his voice sent him shuddering as if he had physically struck him. However, after a moment, or two, the man surprised himself by looking away from the other for but an instant. The look in his eyes... it was one that belonged to the innocent child, one that one wouldn't expect to seen in a place such as this, from a slave, no less. Untainted and selfless... That was what the Vampire saw, and he couldn't meet it the moment he saw it. He merely flicked his gaze away from the other, looking at what lay beyond the winged one, feeling almost as if he'd been burned, though he expressed that only in the fact that he had had to look away. And here he was calling the wretch pathetic... He couldn't even look the other in the eye! His eyes returned to the other only to find that his own eyes were downcast, filthy-looking hair covering his face.
The man merely watched the other, partially curious, partially wary, unconsciously trying to gage the other's reaction to his words. There! Again, the other was giving him an almost pitying, sorrowed glance. It was something that Izailen simply couldn't comprehend. Were the emotions in the white one's eyes for him, or for himself? The Vampire was more inclined to think that it was the latter, however, with the loops he was being thrown through... He could no longer be certain. The sneer had long since slipped from the man's face, though his eyes were still filled with contempt, guarded. A strange mix coming from a man who was, by nature, a predator.
Funny how he had chosen that moment to blink. For, when his eyelids opened again, he was momentarily surprised to see the other in mid-leap, making his way across the room, though why towards the bed when he seemed to prefer his corner... He couldn't say. Still... seeing the other move about with such ease and speed made him feel all the more sluggish, even if he had all but forgotten it, for the time being. True, it probably wouldn't be the same for when he decided to move, but... That would happen when it did. For now, let the effects of that damned creature's blood sift and settle wherever it would. He wasn't of mind to disturb it quite yet. Again, the other quivered as he watched, though that seemed a trivial thing as he saw the other strip the bed bare, bringing the items towards him. Just what was the demon going to do? He drew himself in faintly, without realizing, feeling slightly like an injured animal caught by hunters in its burrow, though he was anywhere but at home.
He moved not an inch as the other went about whatever it was he had in mind, nearly laughing at his own idiocy at suspecting something from the other as he basically remade the bed around and over him. The creature must really know nothing... the last thing he would ever need was a bed, and the only reason why he possessed one in his home was for show, though people generally didn't get as far as his 'room'. Ah, well, here went nothing... the time for sitting around wondering what would happen if he were to actually stand and not pose as a gimp had come to an end... Really... the makeshift bed did nothing to help. Seemingly paying the other no heed, Izailen pushed off the sheet and pillow that had been placed upon his lap, and got a bit unsteadily to his feet, trying to ignore the spinning room. Okay... Not such a good idea, but it would have taken place one way or another. The demon merely gave him the incentive.
The man's pale lids fell over the lightened orange gaze, seeking a small piece of stability as the Vampire stood stock still, knowing that he'd probably stumble and fall if he chose to move. He really was pathetic... he probably hadn't been in such a state since he'd actually been a living, breathing, person. And, here he was, a corpse that should be rotting, but chose to terrify and murder the living instead. Would wonders never cease? No, of course not... this place had just shown him that, had it not?
((blah.... ))
The man merely watched the other, partially curious, partially wary, unconsciously trying to gage the other's reaction to his words. There! Again, the other was giving him an almost pitying, sorrowed glance. It was something that Izailen simply couldn't comprehend. Were the emotions in the white one's eyes for him, or for himself? The Vampire was more inclined to think that it was the latter, however, with the loops he was being thrown through... He could no longer be certain. The sneer had long since slipped from the man's face, though his eyes were still filled with contempt, guarded. A strange mix coming from a man who was, by nature, a predator.
Funny how he had chosen that moment to blink. For, when his eyelids opened again, he was momentarily surprised to see the other in mid-leap, making his way across the room, though why towards the bed when he seemed to prefer his corner... He couldn't say. Still... seeing the other move about with such ease and speed made him feel all the more sluggish, even if he had all but forgotten it, for the time being. True, it probably wouldn't be the same for when he decided to move, but... That would happen when it did. For now, let the effects of that damned creature's blood sift and settle wherever it would. He wasn't of mind to disturb it quite yet. Again, the other quivered as he watched, though that seemed a trivial thing as he saw the other strip the bed bare, bringing the items towards him. Just what was the demon going to do? He drew himself in faintly, without realizing, feeling slightly like an injured animal caught by hunters in its burrow, though he was anywhere but at home.
He moved not an inch as the other went about whatever it was he had in mind, nearly laughing at his own idiocy at suspecting something from the other as he basically remade the bed around and over him. The creature must really know nothing... the last thing he would ever need was a bed, and the only reason why he possessed one in his home was for show, though people generally didn't get as far as his 'room'. Ah, well, here went nothing... the time for sitting around wondering what would happen if he were to actually stand and not pose as a gimp had come to an end... Really... the makeshift bed did nothing to help. Seemingly paying the other no heed, Izailen pushed off the sheet and pillow that had been placed upon his lap, and got a bit unsteadily to his feet, trying to ignore the spinning room. Okay... Not such a good idea, but it would have taken place one way or another. The demon merely gave him the incentive.
The man's pale lids fell over the lightened orange gaze, seeking a small piece of stability as the Vampire stood stock still, knowing that he'd probably stumble and fall if he chose to move. He really was pathetic... he probably hadn't been in such a state since he'd actually been a living, breathing, person. And, here he was, a corpse that should be rotting, but chose to terrify and murder the living instead. Would wonders never cease? No, of course not... this place had just shown him that, had it not?
((blah.... ))