Cyrus shakes his head. "My bloodlust can wait. You are more important." He says gently, caressing his cheek.
âI donât want you to hurt yourselfâŚI wonât hold it against you if you need to go, Iâd wish for you to be healthy more than by my sideâ
She chuckled lightly. "Normal. Yeah. Let's go with that."
(Koffee? Are you here?)
"Never mind that, none of here are probably normal."
"Nope. We're all freaks together."
Cyrus sighs. "Will you be alright until I come back, love?" He whispers, cupping a hand to his cheek.
"Nope. We're all freaks together."
"Yep, just a bunch of freaks who all hate a woman."
"Mhmm. And if some of us happen to fall in love with each other along the way, so be it."
Cyrus sighs. "Will you be alright until I come back, love?" He whispers, cupping a hand to his cheek.
He nods, âof course, Iâll manageâ
Cyrus nods and kisses his forehead. He leaves Arthur's tent and takes a deep breath. He always feared to go to the mistress. Her princes for him to go hunting, or receive blood from her were always high. Last time he had been whipped. "Mistress?" He calls outside of her tent.
"Mhmm. And if some of us happen to fall in love with each other along the way, so be it."
"Yea, also that."
"One day we'll all get out of here. We'll leave and return to our families and lives and never have to deal with this place again."
"Well. I don't really-um-have a family so yea."
"I meanâŚI technically do but the only person that'll probably be alive to see me again doesn't even remember that I exist." She sighed.
Cyrus nods and kisses his forehead. He leaves Arthur's tent and takes a deep breath. He always feared to go to the mistress. Her princes for him to go hunting, or receive blood from her were always high. Last time he had been whipped. "Mistress?" He calls outside of her tent.
The Mistress steps out of her tent, âWhat is it you wish from me Dearest Cyrus?â She asks, saying âdearestâ as if it was an insult
Cyrus kept his head bowed, making sure to look submissive as possible. "Mistress⌠I-I need blood." He whispers softly, taking a deep breath. He could feel her venomous gaze on him.
"I meanâŚI technically do but the only person that'll probably be alive to see me again doesn't even remember that I exist." She sighed.
"OhâŚ" She didn't know what to say so she stayed quiet after that.
"But I'm getting sad so we're gonna move on!" She giggled.
She chuckled. "Okay then."
"So, I don't know much about you other than you're adorable and a dork. So, you up for a get to know you game?"
"I'm not adorable but sure, we can play a get-to-know-each-other game."
"Yay!" She cheered like a child. "Okay, first question. Favorite color."
She smiled slightly. "Umm, either purple or blue."
"Very interesting. I like either green or red. Probably more red but green's a pretty color."
Cyrus kept his head bowed, making sure to look submissive as possible. "Mistress⌠I-I need blood." He whispers softly, taking a deep breath. He could feel her venomous gaze on him.
âHmmâŚwell,â she walks out and paces around him, âyour animalistic needs canât be tamed any longer, youâve lost your glow, what should the price be this time? Should it be 40-âŚno, 50 lashes?â She blinks and purrs at him, âor perhaps, just a kiss? You and Arthur,â she says, âare quite close. Tell you what, just one good kiss and youâll be free to huntâ