vampirism is for poseurs

Pontifex · 08-14-2021, 01:02 PM

Too wrapped up in this strange misery that centred around the roiling mass of emotion in his chest, he didn't hear anyone approaching. When Faith gently bumped against his shoulder, it nearly startled him out of his skin. Accompanied by her question of "Can't sleep?", the combination of movement and sound was certainly a shock to his tense, worried mind. He flinched away, until two-toned eyes locked onto the soft blue glow that had been cast onto his fur. He lifted his gaze to her features, and suddenly she was blurred by a wellspring of tears that began to fill his eyes. He sniffled once, twice, and shook his head lightly. A pang of desperation moved his pale gloved paw to reach for his sister, seeking to wrap it around her neck and pull her tightly to him in a hug. Pontifex wanted comfort and he knew Faith would be able to help him. He wasn't expecting her to turn him away, but he wouldn't force her if she elected to slide away from his questing paw. "I've finally been blessed by God, Faith, but it hurts. I don't know how to feel." he whispered hoarsely, tears finally spilling down his cheeks.

The dull pain that radiated through his upper jaw and into the space between his eyes had started off so minor that he hadn't noticed it until now, with these ever growing fangs erupting from his gums. It was consistent enough that sometimes he found himself drifting from his thoughts to focus only on the slow, rhythmic waves of it radiating through his teeth.

ooc. short reply I'm so sorry D:

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