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tenshinoakuma) wrote2007-11-13 05:28 pm
tenshinoakuma) wrote2007-11-13 05:28 pm
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[Fic] knowing isn't believing
"Hello, little puppy."
Trian freezes outside his house, stiffening and unconsciously gripping his staff more tightly. He tries not to show his surprise at the visit he had been hoping to avoid. "Misia," he greets the female vampire, keeping his voice as level as he can. "It has been far too long."
"Yes, it has," she replies flatly. She is straight to the point. "What's been going on with you?"
He shouldn't be surprised at the question, not when she always seems to know a little of everything that occurs in Lespire. But Trian still has his pride, even though it has already been torn to shreds, so his expression hardens. "Nothing unusual. Why are you so concerned all of a sudden?"
Trian knows he has slipped up, using the word concerned instead of interested, and he doesn't even have time to blink before the other vampire has him up against the wall, hands gripping him by the front of his shirt. His staff cluttered onto the stone stairs. It takes him a moment to restrain himself from panicking and blasting her with a spell. He stares cooly down at her instead, trying to ignore the rising fear of touch that Casimir has now ingrained into him.
"Don't give me that bullshit," she hisses. "I'm not blind, you know. Just look at yourself, little puppy."
"What are you talking about?" He tries to play it dumb, but he already knows his weakening expression has betrayed him.
She keeps eye contact, her gaze conveying her disapproval better than any verbal rebuke she has. Abruptly releasing him, she brushes his hair away from his neck, away from the covered bitemarks. She pauses, staring levelly into his eyes. Trian stares back, neither confirming nor denying, and he is trying to focus his attention elsewhere.
He does nothing as she grabs his wrists and pushes the sleeves up to reveal the clawmarks across his forearms. He does nothing as she undoes the top buttons of his shirt and pulls it open, pulls it down off his shoulders to see more wounds. He closes his eyes and begins to shake as her fingers go to his lips, tracing the slight raise of recently healed cuts.
She doesn't need to say he's acting more caged than usual. She doesn't need to say this is step back from his recovery. Instead, she says, "I didn't think you would need me to say this, but what you're doing isn't doing you any good."
And then her presence is gone. Trian clutches his shirt, breathing heavily as he fumbles with the buttons. He leans back against the cold wall, eyes tightly shut.
"I know."
Trian freezes outside his house, stiffening and unconsciously gripping his staff more tightly. He tries not to show his surprise at the visit he had been hoping to avoid. "Misia," he greets the female vampire, keeping his voice as level as he can. "It has been far too long."
"Yes, it has," she replies flatly. She is straight to the point. "What's been going on with you?"
He shouldn't be surprised at the question, not when she always seems to know a little of everything that occurs in Lespire. But Trian still has his pride, even though it has already been torn to shreds, so his expression hardens. "Nothing unusual. Why are you so concerned all of a sudden?"
Trian knows he has slipped up, using the word concerned instead of interested, and he doesn't even have time to blink before the other vampire has him up against the wall, hands gripping him by the front of his shirt. His staff cluttered onto the stone stairs. It takes him a moment to restrain himself from panicking and blasting her with a spell. He stares cooly down at her instead, trying to ignore the rising fear of touch that Casimir has now ingrained into him.
"Don't give me that bullshit," she hisses. "I'm not blind, you know. Just look at yourself, little puppy."
"What are you talking about?" He tries to play it dumb, but he already knows his weakening expression has betrayed him.
She keeps eye contact, her gaze conveying her disapproval better than any verbal rebuke she has. Abruptly releasing him, she brushes his hair away from his neck, away from the covered bitemarks. She pauses, staring levelly into his eyes. Trian stares back, neither confirming nor denying, and he is trying to focus his attention elsewhere.
He does nothing as she grabs his wrists and pushes the sleeves up to reveal the clawmarks across his forearms. He does nothing as she undoes the top buttons of his shirt and pulls it open, pulls it down off his shoulders to see more wounds. He closes his eyes and begins to shake as her fingers go to his lips, tracing the slight raise of recently healed cuts.
She doesn't need to say he's acting more caged than usual. She doesn't need to say this is step back from his recovery. Instead, she says, "I didn't think you would need me to say this, but what you're doing isn't doing you any good."
And then her presence is gone. Trian clutches his shirt, breathing heavily as he fumbles with the buttons. He leans back against the cold wall, eyes tightly shut.
"I know."
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maybe one day Trian will top =\
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and who is Misiaaa?
Ahaha...I just got this hilarious mental image of her brushing his hair back and finding Cas gnawing on Trian xD!
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Misia is part of the sage council and was the one who doused Trian's drink with aphrodisiacIn the AU, she's the one who killed the vampire who initially attacked and turned Trian (it was a 1 hit KO!) and helped him through the recovery process.lol i'm sure Trian's hair is poofy enough to do hide Cas in itIt's a good thing she doesn't interfere (much) with the meddlings of the people she saves because in the AU she's a god-moder and then Cas would be in trouble ;__; (Trian: HOW IS THAT A GOOD THING )