10-03-2018, 10:55 AM
Vulgaris
Maybe that’s why he gets along with Wolfbane so well. They each cut to the chase and lay their desires out on the table, then work together to achieve whatever goals they have. How terrible it would be for the rest of the world if they sought conquest. But for now their targets are much smaller, though of equal importance in their eyes. Vulgaris feels his lips twist into something like disgust bred with hatred when the Lord asks him to describe his adversary.
“He’s got bones sticking out of his skin. He looks weak and thin, thin enough to break in half if you wanted,” he says in a low snarl. He hesitates at answering the second part of his question. Vulgaris felt it a failure on his part not to protect Leliana from being so weak and hurt but he trusts Wolfbane enough to admit it. The words untangle themselves from his throat after he breathes a slow sigh.
“Leliana. She’s weak and tired. I don’t know what happened but she’s going to have to recover for some time.”
He avoids the king’s gaze when he explains his lover’s condition. Her cheeks are less full and her eyes aren’t as bright, but she tries to smile all the same whenever she sees him. She tries to pretend that everything is fine without confessing what took so much life out of her. Vulgaris clenches his jaw until it aches every time he thinks about it.
“I want to hunt down everyone he’s ever loved and make him watch while I devour them.”
Then his eyes return to Wolfbane and there’s a fire in his stare that refuses to be extinguished. The hunger hollows him out and makes room for nothing but itself within him. It burns every scrap of empathy it can find.
“He’s got bones sticking out of his skin. He looks weak and thin, thin enough to break in half if you wanted,” he says in a low snarl. He hesitates at answering the second part of his question. Vulgaris felt it a failure on his part not to protect Leliana from being so weak and hurt but he trusts Wolfbane enough to admit it. The words untangle themselves from his throat after he breathes a slow sigh.
“Leliana. She’s weak and tired. I don’t know what happened but she’s going to have to recover for some time.”
He avoids the king’s gaze when he explains his lover’s condition. Her cheeks are less full and her eyes aren’t as bright, but she tries to smile all the same whenever she sees him. She tries to pretend that everything is fine without confessing what took so much life out of her. Vulgaris clenches his jaw until it aches every time he thinks about it.
“I want to hunt down everyone he’s ever loved and make him watch while I devour them.”
Then his eyes return to Wolfbane and there’s a fire in his stare that refuses to be extinguished. The hunger hollows him out and makes room for nothing but itself within him. It burns every scrap of empathy it can find.
" ancient language, speak through fingers. the awful edges where you end and i begin. "