#pierro. * ･ﾟ✧:･☽˚｡ the jester.

[alloganes-arc]

“    you are the last person i expected to find injured.    ”     he admits,  gently   /   with something like slight amusement in his tone.     (   how often is the captain the one stained with someone else’s blood and then their own?   how long ago was it that someone had successfully cut into them?    it almost makes you smile   /   almost makes you laugh;  have you come to believe itself untouchable?   )     of course not.    as much of a blessing   /   as much of a damnation the abyss is,  ensuring complete and total endurance is too kind for it.

there is a pause,  and then pierro’s hand reaches upward,  undoing the belts securing his mask,  exposing his true face.    one hand holds his mask and the other goes to his mouth,  exposing his fangs   /   sinking deep into the soft flesh of his palm.    dark blood flows,  forsaking its master,  and the open wound is offered to the other like it is sacrament.    the smell of iron hangs strong and pungent in the air,  beckoning the captain to take.

“    go on.    eat.    ”

for @heavenlyprinciples,  capitano.    (  ✧ *  )    hey look its vampire shit you love this sort of thing right