With your wine stained lips

He was not a man for emotions. Emotions were for the weak and he was not of weak blood. He was a predator, a monster, a killing machine. He didn't have time for emotions, they were only a hindrance. He had experimented with emotions once before, many many seasons ago, but that had only resulted with him being abandoned and so the titan had thrown away the idea of emotions and anything to do with them. They had served him no purpose and they never would. Cataleya herself had never been witness to these emotions, but this night she would be front in center to a more caring side of him. Though there were times he could care less about what happened to his sister, she was the only thing that he had in this world. They had murdered their parents at a young age and had braved the world together. They had arrived in alacritis together and he was pretty damn sure they would leave it together one day, whenever that day came. For now, since he had returned, he would make it his job to find out who had caused her harm. He would not allow her to be harmed with the intent to kill. No one killed Cataleya. No. One.

A sob, something he had never seen from his sister, would burst from her lips as her frame would sag against his own. Cat had never been one for emotions either, at least not the kind that caused her to break down and cry. He had never seen her cry before and it was enraging to know that someone had been the cause of this. I've missed you. She would be frank with him, expressing her feelings towards him, something that had hardly been the case with the siblings growing up. It was only after she pulled up away to get a good look at him that he would return the sentiment. I missed you too little sister. He would murmur, skull reaching out as his nose pressed to her own before skimming down to her throat, pressing his forehead against it as he bowed to her. He had never seen his little sister like this before and frankly, though he would not show it or tell her, it was unnerving. Cataleya was stronger than this. Or had been up until this moment. His eyes would close for a brief moment as he listened to her steady pulse, slowing his breathing down so that his pulse lined up with hers. After a few seconds his eyes would open and his skull would move towards her chest, salmon tongue lashing out to lap up the blood from her wound. There was a faint trace of a brute's scent, the one whose stench covered the area as well as Cat's, and a low growl would rumble in his chest as he continued to clean her wound. If that bastard was responsible for hurting his sister, he better hope that someone else got to him before Demyan did.