[This was possibly the most important thing he could get from anyone at the moment and the simple idea of not dealing with a devil for any translation? Oh, he could have kissed Nepione if he got answers and he didn't have to listen to Raphael any longer, the bastard made it clear that something was... wrong with whatever he had on his back and Wyll's patron, when asked, refused to get involved. His shoulders fall just slightly when she mentions she can't read it all, it's not what he hoped but anything is still better than nothing at all.]
Okay...
[That's all he said, instinctively arching his back as soon as her fingers touched its delicate skin. Even when he took lovers, even when he was used, he hated feeling anything over there- and this was so different from the familiar pain, even from the more basic stitching of a wound, that he could hardly detatch his mind from it. Her fingers were so delicate... no matter how aware of her claws he was, he felt something mixed with his anxiety and decided completely to focus on her words instead.
Shit, he wished the fucker didn't straight up prohibit him from learning entire languages. The one on his doors, the runes his siblings had, everything. It wasn't surprising the 'love poem' wasn't as romantic ad he had been told, but more she read of it the less confident he felt about this whole situation. An incantation, an invocation, something... the vampite crossed his legs once more, placed his elbows on the knees and rested his head behind his hands.]
If I was some kind of... potion part? That would hardly surprise me considering how many parts of this body he took over time. But you make it sound like I'm some kind of... key? For something? It would explain how he stubbornly kept me to his side unless I was allowed to go outside to hunt for him.
[He nodded in her direction.] They have something, but it's much smaller. A rune here or there, but we weren't allowed to read them nor to learn the language. [A small pause] I was his favorite, you know?
[And it couldn't mean anything good for him. If for some reason Cazador really liked him, in his perverse and horrible way, then there was a fat chance he was going to put the incantation to use just to punish him for running away. He swallowed by instinct before reaching for his shirt and tossing it back on.]
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Okay...
[That's all he said, instinctively arching his back as soon as her fingers touched its delicate skin. Even when he took lovers, even when he was used, he hated feeling anything over there- and this was so different from the familiar pain, even from the more basic stitching of a wound, that he could hardly detatch his mind from it. Her fingers were so delicate... no matter how aware of her claws he was, he felt something mixed with his anxiety and decided completely to focus on her words instead.
Shit, he wished the fucker didn't straight up prohibit him from learning entire languages. The one on his doors, the runes his siblings had, everything. It wasn't surprising the 'love poem' wasn't as romantic ad he had been told, but more she read of it the less confident he felt about this whole situation. An incantation, an invocation, something... the vampite crossed his legs once more, placed his elbows on the knees and rested his head behind his hands.]
If I was some kind of... potion part? That would hardly surprise me considering how many parts of this body he took over time. But you make it sound like I'm some kind of... key? For something? It would explain how he stubbornly kept me to his side unless I was allowed to go outside to hunt for him.
[He nodded in her direction.] They have something, but it's much smaller. A rune here or there, but we weren't allowed to read them nor to learn the language. [A small pause] I was his favorite, you know?
[And it couldn't mean anything good for him. If for some reason Cazador really liked him, in his perverse and horrible way, then there was a fat chance he was going to put the incantation to use just to punish him for running away. He swallowed by instinct before reaching for his shirt and tossing it back on.]
which means I really need Raphael's help.