Eyes trailed back up to him, and there was something of a glare though not intimidating as the woman sobbed. "Y-you're g-g-going to b-be just fine..." she whispered. "I'll p-protect y-you.." Then she put bloody fingers to her lips and whistled as loud as she could. Her nose twitched lightly as the massive bear came lumbering forth. "G-g-go on..." she nudged the woman towards the bear that knew to stay a few feet away. Martyr stood to her feet to stay between the killer and the victim. "Y-you'll have t-t-to g-g-go through m-me.." she whispered. "I'm s-s-sorry.." Leave it to her to apologize for it.


As Martyr tried to soothe her, he aimed to destroy any chance of reassurance the woman would get from the words. The wicked smile returned to his lips as the corded dreads shifted over his shoulders from the movement of his head shaking slowly. No you won't, he mouthed to the terrified woman. He made a slow motion of chomping his teeth, instilling that memory of him tearing into her less than a half hour ago to haunt her dreams. It was the whistle that caught his attention, eyes darting to the source of the sound afterwards as he watched the bear approach and he took a step back. Nose tilted upward as he sniffed the air, not a were-bear. He seemed to ease, confidence apparent that he could tear the beast apart need to come at him. Though that didn't mean he let his guard down in the slightest. He returned his attention back to Martyr, pursing his lips. "Where's your shiny armor, Hero? You'll just dirty that pretty dress you're wearing." He teased, practically taunting her at this point. His hands lifted up, exposing the flesh of his stained palms to her as he leaned forward. Brows rose as he flashed her an arrogant smile. Rising back upward, he merely shrugged. "No bother. There's plenty of others that I'm sure sound just as pretty screaming as she did... if not more." He looked toward the girl, giving her a look. "You weren't all that good the first time, baby."

The woman stumbled towards the bear and looked fearfully back at him. She let out a whimper as Martyr stepped in front of him and stared up at him. "D-d-don't..." she whispered softly. "It's n-not very n-nice to g-g-go around k-killing p-people.." informed Martyr as she moved towards the other corpse who may or may not have still had life left in him. She didn't seem remotely scared of him hurting her, but she still stayed up now so that she could blast him if he tried to go after the woman or her bear. Re-grabbing the makeshift tube, she stabbed into the other man's chest and bit viciously into her own wrist this time. Blood bubbled through the opening as she moved to drive as much as she could into him as quickly as possible, those eyes still wide up at him. "I d-d-don't know why you d-do what y-you do, b-but.. I f-forgive you." The immortal whispered.

He watched the woman go to the bear, giving her a final snap of his teeth to instill more fear before his hazel gaze shifted back to Martyr, he didn't move away as she stood in front of him. Peering down at her, he almost burst into a laughing fit in her face. "Not nice?" His head tilted back as the sound of his harsh laughter tore upward into the night sky. Bringing his head downward to give her a cold, blank stare. "I prefer naughty over nice." Another sneer left snarling lips as he watched her go for the second victim. His arms lifted to cross over his blood caked chest, head tilting as he watched her. "You can't save everyone, Hero. There's a system. A food chain, if you may. They just so happen to be below mine. Do you save every wolf that goes after the lamb?" He was quite literally talking down to her, his steel gaze washing over her work with the man. He was very well near death, but hadn't quite breached that white tunnel due to the feeding that had been interrupted by her presence. One brow lifted farther than the other as her ridiculous words found the ears of the dreaded Blood King. "I suspect you wouldn't understand..." He just plain ignored her offering of forgiveness. Your mistake, princess.

Martyr was quite literally a princess. So if he'd called her that out loud, it wouldn't have really offended her. As for talking down to her, most people did. She'd yet to meet a person that didn't treat her like she was somewhat challenged. "I w-would save the w-w-wolf that w-w-went after the l-lamb.." she whispered as the man was slowly brought back from the brink of death. "J-just like I w-w-would save y-you if you were in d-d-danger.." she practically hissed. "Y-you cannot f-f-fault an animal for his instincts..." she told him. "B-but death is m-meaningless to m-me, and if I c-c-can save someone, I w-will." The little thing offered her speech and moved to help the man up. "Y-you're okay.. Ignore him, I w-w-won't let him h-hurt you... G-g-go over with that woman.. The b-bear will bring you to safety..." she whispered to him. Then she slowly rose to her feet and looked up at the vampire alpha as the man moved off at a quickened pace, but not before glancing up at the killer.

He didn't necessarily think she was challenged. Naive and stupid? Possibly. The ideal of her saving him if he was in danger seemed to strike his funny bone again, making those coiled dreads shift as he shook his head yet again. "I'd only take you down with me." As pathetically depressing as the words would imply, it was spoken with malice. Would he purposefully take her down with him? Did she really want to know the answer to that? "If you cannot fault an animal for his instincts, then why question my actions?" His brows rose as he continued to peer that steely gaze down to her, an almost cocky smirk making an effort on his features. To her promise of saving those she could, he merely sighed, giving her a look like she was the most pitiful thing in existence. "Promises, promises." He watched the man move to his feet, the glance sent in his direction had him winking. "She's a treat, isn't she?" The rolling growl that moved through his throat as the man moved away, that little warning to inform him to not stop. See how they run.... He looked back to Martyr, hardly a hint of irritation in his gaze or voice. Luckily, he'd at least gotten his fill before the interruption. He could always steal more life later. "Feel better?"

The blood left on her lips at a tongue lashing out at it as her wrist closed up and she looked at him. The creature took off reluctantly upon a single look from Martyr, taking the two with her and the immortal's violet gaze stared back at him. "B-because you are n-no animal..." she whispered. "You are supposed t-to have the c-c-conscience and the c-c-compassion to know right f-f-from wrong, b-but since you d-d-don't... I will dedicate my t-time to b-bring back those you've k-killed. I've g-g-got a l-lot of f-free time on my hands, M-mister.."

Though she was looking at him, his gaze turned on the bear. The hesitant look from the beast brought a slight quirk of a grin from him. It was smart not to trust him. As the bear moved away, his hazels shifted back to the immortal in front of him. "Says you," in regards to him not being an animal. The grin he gave her may have been a bit suggestive but he wasn't all that interested in the nice girls. He liked them crazy, sadistic and morbid. Halos didn't make his tent pitch any. "Mhm.." a simple hum, arms remaining crossed over his chest. He wasn't ignoring her, but it was easy to tell her words were going through one ear and out the other. At least, until she made that outrageous promise. He tilted his head as he gave her a once over, "you've got many scents attached to you. It would seem rude of me to take up all your time. Do you really have nothing going on in your life that you can dedicate every waking hour to bring back those I tear apart?" He leaned forward a bit, getting closer to her face as his head tilted. The stench of drying blood hung thick on him as he gave her a knowing, and arrogant smile.

Yeah, Martyr was far from morbid, or sadistic. Closest she got was when she went into reaper form. He just might get lucky enough to see that if he ever attacked one of her own. When he asked about her time, she put on a sweet almost condescending smile. She wasn't a total angel, she'd be more than happy to punish him with her presence. "Oh, f-f-for you?" she asked, not backing down even as he leaned in. "..I'll d-dedicate every s-second..." spoken through her teeth.

It all came down to circumstance if that scenario would ever arise. Only time would tell, considering her current promises that tonight wouldn't be the only time he'd see her. Her smile brought a sneer from him, not quite a snarl though there was a slight curl of lip. "How did I get so lucky?" He snickered between his own blood stained teeth. Being so close to her face, the scent of her blood had a pleasant aroma that he wasn't familiar with. Boldness was something that he held close to his chest, and he rode the impulse as his mouth opened, tongue lashing outward and curled at the end to flick over her bloody mouth, tasting the remnants from where she'd wounded herself. And yet, he didn't move away after he'd done it, instead just gave her a smile that put the devil to shame.

"W-w-well.. I s-suppose it's j-just c-c-circumstan--" Those words were cut off by his tongue lashing over her bloody mouth, her lips pressed tightly together after a stunted little gasp was taken in through her nostrils. It was too late to stop him, he'd gotten too close and had gotten his taste. Eyes rolled shut as she silently scolded herself. Idiot... muttered her mind before she sucked in a breath and those wide violets resurfaced, birthed by lid and lash alike.

Her reaction to him was almost --almost-- as sweet as her blood. He watched on with that cold gaze, a devilish smile turned down right wicked as he straightened out of his lean. Her wide stare brought out his harsh laughter, boiling over the surface and spilling from his mouth, as scolding as ever. It was short lived as he let his mouth close, rolling the lasting taste over his tongue. Hazels drifted up to the dark blanket of sky littered with glittering diamonds as he seemed to mull over the taste in his mouth. "Hm..." it was a unique taste, by far nothing he'd ever tasted before. He had enough restraint in him from downright attacking her for a better taste, but he couldn't deny that the want for more was there. Like a pit in his stomach. Repeating the words he'd left to the saved man, "aren't you just a treat?" Those glistening orbs drifted away from the sky down to her, and she could possibly thank the two she'd saved for sating his thirst else he may have given in to his desires.

Those jagged, awful teeth were bared as she continued to scold herself up until he spoke again. Her mind was trying to rationalize it. Maybe he didn't really get that good a taste? Maybe he... Then those words confirmed it, and she dropped her eyes. "B-b-b-...balls." Then her eyes widened and she winced immediately. "B-b-bubbles, s-spuds, m-m-marbles!" yelped Martyr before clasping a hand over her mouth. She turned away from him, absolutely ashamed.

Poor Martyr. She was probably a little too oblivious for her own good. When he told her she was welcome, something should've struck her as odd. Her brows knitted together for only a moment, and then she smiled warmly, those eyes falling shut with the gesture. Then she was just following him, like.. Yep. Lost puppy.

The sight of her warm smile only brought amusement to his features. Would his intentions become too easy? Would he get bored? Only time would tell. For now, an almost haunting tune poured from lips pulled together as he whistled the lullaby his mother used to sing to him, resounding through the night air. He turned the corner, hardly focusing on the whistling tune as he heard the footsteps of the puppy trailing after him. He weaved through a couple of the alleyways between shops until he neared West End. The Blood King's tune halted to a low whistle before he made a comment over his shoulder, "If you're not familiar with this side of town, stay clear of the shadows. Plenty of things out and about that would love to get their hands on a pretty skirt like you." Was he insinuating he wouldn't help her if she got attacked? Surely, he would right? Wrong..

That was the thing about Martyr. She had several back up plans practically wired into her head. If she wouldn't fight back, and she was on the verge of serious damage, Phoenix would switch bodies with her. She didn't kiss nice... "I'm n-n-not worried..." whispered Martyr as she followed after him. She had some connection to the shadows anyways, being a mixed breed reaper.

What she was, and what she could do, he had no knowledge of. He intended to find out in due time, but he was relatively patient. A trait that most were either surprised of, or didn't believe at all considering his savage, brutish nature. "Suit yourself," he muttered under his breath, his steps laced with confidence and lacking any fear as he weaved through various streets in West End, looking in particular for the place he called his temporary home. It was nothing special, a home settled between two buildings. It was old, a bit rundown but it worked for the time being. He lifted his chin to where it was a ways down the street. "Home sweet home," he glanced over his shoulder with a raised brow. "Still going to keep following me?"

Following his gaze to the home in question, she gave it some thought. Cheeks puffed out, but she didn't really have much to do today. And he did kinda bring it on himself when he decided to press further on about how he could sneak out after going home. She furrowed her brow, "Y-yes," she said with a firm nod. She fully intended to sit outside his house for an hour or so.

A snicker left the space between his elongated canines, a gesture he was making quite a bit tonight as he shook his head again. "So distrusting of me," he pointed out, his voice carrying through the wind to her. "Perhaps I should be insulted." He feigned a purse of lips, that little hint of a pout as he faked the glint of hurt in his gaze. To someone oblivious, it could almost pass as genuine. It wasn't just his bite that made him dangerous. He didn't survive as long as he had by just being pretty or a brute.

That made her frown, she moved up closer and winced lightly. "D-d-don't b-be... I'm s-s-sorry..." she whispered. So oblivious. So niave. The princess began to lace her fingers together and tug nervously at them. She felt like the worst kind of person just then! "..Y-you said y-you were g-g-gonna sneak out and m-murder p-people.."

Putting on a grand show, he turned his head away like he was averting his poor hurt gaze away from her then as she moved closer, his stride remaining steady as he continued down the street. There was a tug of a threatening smile at the corner of his mouth where she couldn't see before he restrained the urge. He let out a long sigh, lifting his gaze up to the sky like the idea was just absolutely ridiculous. "It was a hypothetical situation, to make a point that you didn't trust me." Hazels drifted to her, then over her as he sneered. "Clearly, I was correct." What a prick!

"N-no! Of c-course I trust y-you!" Martyr practically yelped. She didn't though. Not completely. But he'd managed to make her feel like ass. "I'm sorry if I... w-what can I d-do to prove it?" Asked Martyr with those wide desperate violets.

He was silent for a moment, like he was genuinely considering her inquiry. They were close to his home, only a few buildings away. The manipulative bastard was making it seem like her mistrusting the Blood King had hurt his poor, bloodthirsty feelings. He let out a sigh finally, glancing over to her. "I'll have to think on it," he nodded once before looking towards his rundown home. "But I'll accept your apology for now." He wasn't sure if he believed she trusted him, but perhaps with time if she didn't... His restraint was miraculous in the fact that he was holding back that wicked grin.

There was still a frown, resting upon those pretty, fragile features. She felt so bad, she'd never felt this bad before. Okay, that wasn't true. She felt worse when she stepped on an ant that one time. Her lip began to quiver, tears welled up in her eyes, but they didn't spill. She held it back. Don't cry...don't cry... Then he accepted her apology and she gave a slow nod.

A glance in her direction told him that... oh, hell. Is the princess going to cry? It took nearly every ounce of his being not to just sit there and laugh at her. Luckily, they had made it to his front door. It wasn't all that appealing on the outside, rundown as hell with boarded windows. The light fixture outside the door didn't work, the glass surrounding it shattered to reveal the burnt out bulb beneath. Some of the siding was broken, the roof... well, at least the roof was alright. The outside was a contrast to what was hidden behind the doors and windows. You never make it look like you own anything valuable. Even his appearance looked grungy, he just looked like a hood rat. "Well..." he said expectantly. "We made it to the front door." His brows rose at her, silent questioning if she was really going to sit outside to make sure he didn't go out hunting the innocent again.

This was super awkward. Should she stay or should she go? She probably looked like she'd just been walked home from the most morbid date ever, because she was tugging on her laced fingers and looking up at him. Were they gonna kiss? Ha! Martyr felt awkward, and looked around the place. She had half a mind to get her brother to come fix the damned place up for him. "Y-yeah, looks l-like w-w-we d-d-did..." she whispered awkwardly, those wide eyes finding his as she sucked in a nervous breath.

She seemed to be struggling with the moment, and he did smirk then. It was just a faint quirk of the corner of his mouth, a touch of a pointed canine showing as it pressed to his bottom lip. Surely, out of the goodness of his petty, cruel heart.. His hand came up --perhaps a test of trust-- in aim to cup her chin with that gruesome, blood stained hand. "Go home, Hero. I promise I'll go to bed like a good little boy," he sneered, where he'd let go of her chin and let his arm drift over to the doorknob, giving it a twist. Did he really leave the door unlocked in this neighborhood?! He had a little trick up his sleeve when it came to having a little guard dog at home. He pitied anyone aiming to intrude on his home.

There wasn't a flinch when he cupped her chin, if anything, the contact relaxed her a bit. She blinked up at him and sucked in a deep breath that puffed out her chest only to have it deflate seconds later. "Ok-kay..." she whispered softly. "B-be safe, M-mister..." muttered Martyr as she watched him turn the knob. Slowly she turned her back to him and began walking. "B-bye..." she'd move off toward the water's edge, another whistle would ring out and then she'd be riding hydra style back home.

The lack of flinching or pulling away from his touch told him that he was a step closer to his intentions. Without even correcting her calling him Mister, he didn't offer his name. It was more than enough that she knew where he lived. "Always am," he snickered under his breath. That was a boldfaced lie. He slowly eased open the front door, letting his gaze linger on her as she walked off until he slid in to the door, missing the sight of her riding off on a damn hydra as he closed the door behind him. Greeted by one of his precious "guard dogs", as she made attempts to help him out of his gory shirt. "Don't make too much effort on cleaning me up, I'll be going out again in a few hours." His gaze shifted in the direction of the door, the grin that rivaled the devil spreading across his face.

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Adapted with permission from live play with Martyr. Enjoy.~

"J-just a l-little perfume.." The immortal told him, furrowing her brow almost innocently. Then he was snatching the bottle and she didn't fight him on it. Mostly because she had more.. Poor vampire.. Then she pouted, "Oh n-no.. That p-probably ruined your c-chances of t-tracking d-d-down your d-d-dinner... Sorry..." A half hearted little shrug said that she wasn't in fact sorry. When he learned to stop killing people for the hell of it, she'd learn to not be such an ass.

So much for his appetite, too. The aroma of the Cherry Blossom was almost overwhelming to his heightened sense of smell. He turned toward the opening of the alley, his arm lifting over and behind his head as he whipped the bottle forward, sending it flying across the street and over a building even to shatter somewhere on the parallel street. If it hit a pedestrian, so be it! He was not a happy vampire in that moment. Turning back to her with his expression contorted in a look of disgust from the intoxicating aroma of chemicals that was currently lying beneath the fragrance of the cherry blossoms. A snarl left him from between bared teeth, taking a single step toward her. Oh no, he really wasn't happy. "Unless you're willing to play donor, I would suggest not stepping in the middle, Hero." He nearly spat the nickname given to her, considering he had no knowledge of her name.

Throwing the bottle caught her attention, and she watched it sail and shatter. Well, that was rude... Martyr blinked for a moment, and tilted her head, and then he turned his fury towards her. She listened to him speak, and she...oddly enough, didn't back down. "Until y-you learn t-t-to stop k-killing p-people for the h-heck of it, I'm g-g-going to keep b-being in your w-way, M-mister.. So you m-may as w-w-well j-just g-g-get on used t-t-to it!" A finger pointed in his face, and then she backed down. "S-sorry for the inconven-n-nience though..." she whispered bashfully.

He never once claimed to be a gentleman. His hazel hues, tinged with red around the irises, indicating that he was indeed hungry, but only the beginning of his bloodthirst. A rolling growl that started from deep in his empty belly traveled up through his vocal cords and spilled out of his mouth like an avalanche. "I wasn't aware hunger meant killing for the hell of it." He retorted, and like a flip of a switch, that fury turned into a malicious smile. "Guess that means I'll just have to double it to make up for the one lost." Whether it was a threat, or a promise, that was to be determined. Her own switch of attitude had him giving her a questionable stare for a moment, one brow lifting higher than the other before he merely shook his head and turned on the heel of one of his brown leather boots. Collecting a large amount of tainted saliva in his mouth, his face twisted in disgust as he turned his head to spit the glob to the ground. The taste of the perfume was going to take a while to get out of his mouth..

When he made that little promise, she narrowed her gaze. "Y-you d-d-don't have t-t-to kill them and y-you know it..." she whispered, folding her arms over her chest. "I'll m-make you a d-d-deal..." she whispered, averting those violet eyes to the side. "If y-you m-make an effort t-to not k-kill when you're hungry.. I'll l-let you have some of m-my b-blood whenever you w-want.."

Still walking as she told him he didn't have to kill, he nearly snorted as soft, but harsh laughter spilled from his tongue. "I don't have to, I like to." He retorted, giving a roll of those hungry eyes that she couldn't see due to his back being to her. It was her mention of a deal that caught his attention, his steps halting mid-step, leaving him standing there with one foot a little farther forward than the other. His brows rose, an un-amused expression laced with curiosity made it's presence on his face as only the profile of his face turned to her. His eyes shifted over to peer at her as she continued on. He looked at her questionably for a moment, possibly looking like he was about to take it until he broke into a fit of chuckles. Soft, low chuckles that shook his shoulders as a hand rose to pinch the bridge of his nose, eyes squeezed shut. Finally, he turned toward her, his hands flattening and pressing together like he was ready for prayer, even more so when the tips of his fingers came to his mouth. "Let me explain something to you, Hero. Because your poor, poor soul clearly hasn't figured it out yet." He slowly approached her again, watching her with amusement and laughter glistening in his multi-shaded eyes.

Martyr couldn't hate anyone, but oh, she did not like this guy. Who likes killing people? Martyr puffed out her cheeks and rolled her own eyes at his response. When he turned back to her as she laid her stakes, she looked up at him. She didn't back down as he approached, instead, she met him half way. "I'm l-listening..."

Whether it was hunger, or crankiness, or irritation of being interrupted twice by the same woman, he gave her a little insight to the kind of man he was. Those praying hands pointed to her, pausing in his steps as she'd met him half-way. The cross on his bare chest glistening in the dimming light of the evening as he looked at his hands as if he was in confessional, his head lifting to peer at her with a terrible smile. "I'm not someone you can save. I'm not a man who's secretly good on the inside. You telling me I don't have to kill isn't going to change the fact that I..." his eyelids lowered, a disgustingly pleased smile crossing his face before those red-tinged hazels surfaced to her again. "... love the sounds of screaming. Nothing makes my day more than tearing the throats out of others. I have no care or hope for the human race, among many others." He leaned in then, his smile was laced with cruelty and ill intent. "Do you really think a promise of your blood will make me give that up?" He mused to her, head tilting as his expression said come now, sweetheart. "You're pretty and all, and you do have a uniquely sweeter taste than any I've ever met. I'll give you that." In emphasis, he licked his lips, a glance to her jugular before those orbs ticked back to her eyes. "But why commit to one when I can have many?" The last question spoken softly, taunting in it's hellish nature and the wickedness in his smile was genuine.

Letting him get to the end of his little monologue, she waited patiently for him to finish and watched those eyes. "I'm n-not trying to save y-you, I'm t-trying to save others..." she whispered. "Why c-c-commit to one?" she moved her hair from her face to expose her throat a little more for him. "B-because you c-c-can k-kill as m-many p-people as you like, b-but you'll n-never taste b-blood like m-mine.. You w-won't find b-blood that c-can m-make you regenerate.. D-d-don't p-pretend that you d-d-didn't already taste it.. I s-saw you." Martyr swallowed hard. "I also know that y-you c-can't take m-me if I p-put up a r-real fight.. I c-can blast you back over, and over..." she whispered a hiss. "So m-my t-terms are, you hunt without k-killing...and you c-can t-tear my throat out as m-many times as y-you want.. T-take it or leave it."

Martyr was pretty out of her mind, and quite possibly a crazy martyr.. Let's not rule out the crazy, now. Her eyes rolled back into her skull, her milky flesh became a little bit more pale, and the more he fed, the more her weight leaned against him. The weaker she got. He'd have a hell of a time actually killing her, but that didn't mean that he couldn't weaken her. The worst part was, there were two others getting her pain, and whatever else it was that she was feeling. Martyr's hands slowly began to fall away.

The urge to drain her dry was just beneath the surface and right in the back of his mind, but he didn't. As the hunger felt sated, his belly full of the delicacy that was her blood, his mouth pulled away from the wound over her jugular. That guttural growl resounded from between his stained teeth as he lifted his head to direct his harsh voice toward her ear. "It looks like I'm getting the better half of this deal, Hero." Wicked chuckling emerged after he spoke, very near holding up her entire weight at this point. His arm remained locked around her waist, perhaps not giving her the benefit of comfort as he held her to his chest. His head lifted further to try to catch a glimpse of her face, his hand snaking beneath the open space beneath her jaw in aim to grasp it. Fingers pressed to each of those flushed cheeks, directing her face up to his. Splatters of blood drenched his mouth and teeth as that hellish smile spread. "Just when I think you're going to be a bane... you return yourself to being a boon." More laughter surfaced as he just.. dropped her. His hand fell away from her jaw, as did the arm that was curled around her back to support her weight.

When he pulled away from the wound, it immediately sewed itself shut and she sucked hungry breaths into her lungs. Then that awful voice touched her ear, and she squeezed her eyes tighter shut. Again, she didn't hate him, but damn if she wasn't close to it. When his hands fell away from her, she began to drop. Those eyes opened, pupils expanded, and she stumbled back a few steps, touching the alley wall and keeping herself upright. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of watching her fall. Sucking in a breath, she looked up at him with those weary eyes. "Are y-you satisfied?" she asked in a hiss.

With his hands free, he hardly look at her. She'd struck nerves of the Blood King that day, and he didn't give her the benefit of being pleasant company. Though he was significantly less cranky with that full belly of his, it didn't lessen the cruelty or malice. Instead, he swiped at a droplet of blood that was trying to escape the corner of his mouth, eyeing it for a moment before licking it from the pad of his thumb. "I'm sated." He didn't specify if he was particularly satisfied. "I have to admit.. it felt incredible to tear into you." A low chuckle spilled free, and it was then that he turned his cold stare on her. And would you look at that? He wasn't completely covered in gore like he usually was. The fact she hadn't fallen when he dropped her brought that terrible sneer as he looked her over. "You look terrible." He pursed his lips, perhaps tauntingly so.

The immortal had to remind herself that he wasn't a monster. That there was an ounce of good in him somewhere... She huffed and puffed, fingers holding tightly to that wall as she kept herself upright and stared back at him. "That's w-w-what happens when y-you d-d-drink so m-much b-blood.." she whispered softly. "I'm g-glad you're s-s-sated..." she muttered with a little nod. She'd saved at least one life tonight, maybe two. For that, it was worth it.

He watched her, cold and contemplating. There was a sick satisfaction with seeing her leaning against the wall, looking so weak and fragile. He wanted to kill her. The urge was almost consuming as he stood there, just mere feet away from her. In her weakness, he believed he could. He was surely quick enough, wasn't he? But logic kicked in at the right moment, reminding him not to kill the source that created that delectable blood. Resentment slowly seeped out of him, the anger that had struck him into that beastly savagery. She might've ruined the dinner he'd been hunting, but she'd given him a better one. It was in those moments of his silent watching and thinking to himself that he started to feel... uneasy... his brows slowly furrowed as he felt the alley spin and his stomach churn. Those hazel hues blinked a couple times, a dazed expression spreading across his features as he suddenly felt so tired. Why did it feel like so much effort to keep himself upright? He let out a snarl, like an animal who'd been given a tranquilizer, making them edgy and distrusting of it's surroundings. "Is your blood fucking poison?" He spat, giving a soft shake of his head like it was an etch-a-sketch and he could simply shake his head to rid himself of the dizziness and exhaustion he was feeling.

That was probably why she knew that she was safe. Plus, there were only a few things that could actually kill her dead. Otherwise, she'd just start breathing again. Eyes looked up at him, and she narrowed her eyes. What the hell was wrong with him? Don't faint...don't...faint... A few breaths were taken in and she leaned harder against the wall. Why did he look as bad off as she did? Then he asked if her blood was poison, and she squinted at him. "N-no, I w-w-wouldn't d-d-do that t-t-to you..." she whispered sincerely. She wasn't a killer. Hell... Phoenix did the hunting for her. It took her longer than she'd like to realize that he was feeling as bad as she was, and exactly why. They were bonded...

She sank down to her knees after a moment, because she knew he wouldn't stand for it. She had a feeling this was going to hurt. "W-we're b-bonded.. You're f-f-feeling what I f-feel..." she whispered, holding up a finger to keep him from a freak out. Those violet eyes looked up at him and she continued on. "It h-happens when t-t-too m-much of m-my b-blood is c-consumed.. Y-you have t-to k-kill me, that'll sever the b-bond.. J-just..." a hand up, ready to blast him back a foot or two if he went at her before she was ready. It would only be a weak thing, to keep him at bay. She didn't have the energy for a full on blast. "N-not the h-head.. You'll reset m-me.. I'll be a b-blank slate..." Then her hand dropped. "G-g-go ahead." If anyone lived up to their name, it was her. Too bad he didn't know it.

That was a first. Martyr had her neck snapped a few times, so that was nothing new to her. Having a hand thrust through her stomach and her spine grasped was a new sensation all together. When his hand pierced her stomach, her eyes widened and she let out a choking noise. There was some fight in her, because out of reaction alone she was grasping his arm and letting out little gasps of air. Sating his murder lust was probably a good thing, though. Plus, the bond would be severed. Her fingernails scratched at his arm, but any wound she managed to put on him would quickly be discarded with her lovely blood running through his tainted veins. He'd feel that, all of it. Serves him right, though. Then, the fight in her left as he severed her spinal cord. Those tear filled eyes widened and she slumped right on over. The bitch was still drawing breath, though.

The bond he'd had with his first was not quite like this though, it was an opposite effect. Connection of the mind, a link between him and her that had forced a soft spot in him that he hadn't expected. This was not the case, however. He had no soft spot for Martyr, in fact the bond between him only fueled a rage that never seemed able to be sated. A guttural growl ripped through him as he not only bestowed the pain onto her, but he felt it. His teeth gritted together as pain rocked through his unbroken spine, knocking out the pain of her scratching at his arm by a long shot. He wasn't necessarily opposed to pain, him and his wife had quite the twisted marriage when she was alive. Though he'd never felt his spine break before without the actual fracture. It still didn't stop him. Instead, it only brought that red haze to spread over his vision, causing him to further breach his brutality as he watched her slump over... but was still breathing. Working through the pain and weakness that his bond to the reaper caused, his hand was still in place to her spine before it shifted, the soft, wet sounds of his hand sifting through her insides and the remainder of blood that filled the cavity of her torso. He gritted his teeth as he felt all of it. It was a terribly beautiful feeling to him, and one he almost --almost-- regretting losing as his other hand came to spread apart her rib cage, giving him easier access to move his arm deeper inside. He didn't stop until he felt that faintly pumping muscle that was a sure fire way to kill her, fingers curling around until with a jolt, that heart burst like a grape in her chest. Some of his brothers and sisters accused him of being a heart breaker... today only proved it to be true.

Martyr's heart had been long broken before that, so no worries at least! Though the spinal injury made it so that she didn't feel most of it, she still was rather conscious on what he was doing to her. It was horrifying, absolutely horrifying. So why didn't she think that he was a monster? Who knew with Martyr? With her heart destroyed, the bond was severed, and the life left Martyr's eyes. She looked like nothing more than a lifeless, mangled little doll with those big, dead eyes and that pale empty skin.

The break of the bond hit him almost as hard as feeling it had. The amount of pain he'd felt, the dizziness and exhaustion, like a switch flipped in his body, it was completely gone. One would think that the sudden relief would be a pleasant feeling, instead it sent a new wave of nausea that thankfully passed as he sat there panting. Hazels bore into her own eyes as he watched the life leave them with a sense of sick satisfaction. Retracting his hand slowly from the cavity of her chest, beneath her ribs and out of her stomach. His arm was coated in the gore of remaining blood and tissues of organs nearly up to his elbow. He left that obliterated, useless heart in her, watching her like someone admiring the Mona Lisa. And oh, how she frowned.. A twisted smile spread across his face as he licked some of the gore from his thumb, letting the taste resonate on his tongue as he lifted himself from the knelt position. "Such a pretty little puppet," he murmured, taking a few steps back from his current masterpiece, not bothering to clean up the massacre on his arm as he gave a glance up to the sky. It had grown to be night, the sky a mottled grey from the overcast clouds. It looked like tonight was going to be an early night for him, and he gave a single glance to the mutilated Martyr with a sickeningly affectionate smile before he turned back to the mouth of the alleyway. He did always find pride in his handiwork. And then just like that, he was gone.

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Adapted with permission from live play with Martyr.~

His expression was angry and mean, nearly snarling as that top lip lifted and exposed those long canines. "You thought what? That Boo would show up, stir up some bad emotions and we could sit here and talk it out?" His tone was like acid spilling from his tongue, and it took all he had not to actually spit. "Hug? Have a fucking heart to heart?" He clearly wasn't over it, but it was impossible to be when you had no closure. "You're more of an idiot than I thought you were, Hero." He sneered, turning away from her. He was moving toward the kitchen, mostly because he was boiling at this point and with Diana so close, he didn't want his emotions to spill onto her. Through their bond, she'd be able to feel it if he was too close to her. He didn't need an angry feral on his hands. And he needed booze, which was in the kitchen.

The immortal shrunk when he approached, and then he turned away from her and left the room. Like the idiot she was, she followed after him. She moved into the kitchen, standing just inside the doorway. "L-look at y-you... You're so sc-scared of feeling something that's n-not anger... I m-might b-be an idiot, Dae... B-but.. you're a c-coward..." she whispered and shook her head.

He had just pulled the bottle of whisky from the cabinet, Jack Daniels... the angry man's drink. Then she was spilling those words and... called the Blood King a coward. It was a poor choice of words, and something that a prideful man wouldn't take well, never mind a twin alpha of an entire race. A snarl tore through his lips that was anything but human, the bottle hit the counter with a loud thud of glass to laminated granite, crackling as the bottom very nearly shattered under the pressure. And then he was moving, inhumanly swift as he rushed toward her. Unless stopped or blasted back, he'd be aiming to grasp her by the throat and --none too gently-- slamming her against the kitchen wall.

The immortal didn't move much, not to stop him, anyways. She was pretty sure that would touch a nerve, and she had regretted those words. So as he approached, she balled up her fists and clenched her eyes shut to prepare herself. When he grasped her throat, she gasped inward, and her back met the wall. A soft grunt left her, and she opened those eyes and narrowed them up at him. Feel better?

So much for him being less of a dickbag. But Renzea was a touchy --very touchy-- subject for the Blood King, and calling him a coward was a good way to set him off. His grip tightened on her throat, the curve of his thumb pressing against her windpipe. His head lowered as a low, extended growl reigned free from his lips, snarling almost like a wild animal. "I'm many things, Hero." Nearly spitting that word at her.. "But a coward isn't one of them."

Part of her wondered if her little confession five seconds ago had anything to do with his decision to choke her instead of backhand her. Come on, man. Thirteen years... this was just mean. One of her hands came up to grasp his wrist but no attempt was made to free herself. Her eye ticked lightly as she looked up at him, but she remained silent because she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of hearing her choke out.

He was malicious and cruel, so that's... a very plausible reason. He had no idea that she'd gone thirteen years without a piece of ass. Which was probably a good thing. In this moment, he wanted to inflict the pain of her bringing up his dead wife onto her... physically. His grip tightened even further, threatening to nearly crush her larynx as his cold, steely gaze bore down to her. He hardly even noticed the hand clutching at his wrist, but for some ungodly reason, he didn't kill her. It didn't stop him from keeping his grip on her throat, jerking his arm to the side in aim of tossing her to the floor though. The reason would be made apparent when he'd move past her, going to the feral that was sitting on the floor and making little growling noises in the direction of the kitchen around the corner.

Ticking eyes continued to stare him down, and when he pressed harder, she couldn't help but utter a little whimper from the depths of her seizing throat. It came out croaking, and distorted, and then he was slamming her to the ground. When he left the room, she sat there, working to correct the damage that he'd inflicted upon her. She coughed out and took deep breaths as whatever he'd hurt worked on repairing itself.

Diana was crouched on the floor, little growls tearing through her lips as she looked around. She seemed a confused, groggy from being roused from her sleep and a little grumpy. Her claw-like fingers curled into the carpet as she snarled until she saw Daemien, her head lowering like a cornered animal.

His jaw tensed as he strode slowly toward the roused beast, taking deep breaths to calm himself. When those hazels resurfaced, his hands were outstretched. It was an effort on his part, forcing back that coiling anger that Martyr had riled from him as he reached for the confused beast. For the time being, he needed to get her back to her room in the basement. He didn't want his emotions inflicting or swaying her to have another freak out again. "It's okay, Diana. Calm down." He strode forward until he was right in front of her, squatting down so he was eye-level with her. "You're feeling my emotions. Not your own." He watched the confusion slowly dissipate from her features, but she still looked grumpy as hell for being woken.

Finally, after a moment, she sat up. She could feel the tension in the air, and for that, for the moment, she just shut up. There was a part of her that wanted to punch Daemien square in the nose, a part of her that wanted to hit back.. A portion of her that she never seemed to listen to. Instead, she stayed quiet, waiting for him to calm down the creature.

The small fledgling bared her teeth to him, her estranged form of communicating. Words were still difficult for her, the human part of her brain having not triggered away from the feral needs quite yet. Her gaze lifted to his, seeming to calm the longer they held the eye contact. She clawed at the floor lightly, then seeming to nod when he explained what she was feeling.

When she visibly calmed, he was still rigid from anger but it was something. "Come here. What do you say we take you so you won't be disturbed from you nap, hm?" Keep up with the eye contact, he held his hands out to her, his tone much like how he'd gotten Martyr to calm down when she learned about hookers. "You still look sleepy." He nearly cooed to her, met with only some resistance before her slender fingers curled into his and he stood to his feet, keeping that contact as he pulled her to her feet and out of her crouched position.

The immortal stayed perfectly silent and still, because if she said anything to upset him, it could transfer to her. She wasn't sure if she could calm down the grumpy beast if his strong emotions were pulling the strings. Martyr kept herself half pushed up, and took in a quivering breath, silent as ever as she kept herself calm and collected. When Diana was 'put away' she'd work on moving.

With Daemien using his mesmerizing gaze on her, it wasn't a difficult feat. He made sure to keep eye contact, guiding her down the stairs one by one. She complied, staring heavily into his eyes as those edging steps brought her further and further down to her room. They made it without much of a hitch, only slow and awkwardly as he was walking backwards down the stairs, making sure not to loose his footing. When the little feral was secured away, only resisting when it came to the chains --she didn't like it all that much-- but they were necessary. When put away, he made his way up the steps of the basement, closing the door behind him. The distraction Diana gave him had forced him to bottle up that anger once again, hazels closing as a ragged breath was made through his nose. Fucking Heroes and their need to fix everything that's broken.

Fucking villains and their need to be big and bad, and stupid all the time! Once he had left with the girl, she broke from the floor and brushed herself off. She hugged her arms to her chest and decided on whether or not she wanted to call today a bust and just leave. He clearly didn't want to talk about it, and maybe she should just do what was best for them both and leave. For a moment, she just paced and chewed on her nails.

He could still feel... or more smell.. the reaper still in the kitchen. He'd have wondered if she'd smacked her head off something and was knocked out, until he heard the pacing steps. He grumbled, grumpy as ever as he strode toward the kitchen. Angry with her or not, he still wanted that drink. When he slipped through the doorway, only a fleeting glance was shot in her direction before he moved straight for the abandoned bottle of whisky. The bottom of the bottle was riddled with thin cracks where it'd nearly shattered but didn't. He gingerly lifted it, untwisting the cap. His voice was harsh and somewhat strained like he was holding back his anger. "If you bring her up again, deal's off." He would've skipped the glass but he didn't trust those cracks. Pouring a good percentage --which was nearly filling the cup to the rim-- he found another empty bottle to transfer the alcohol into.

Those brilliant violet eyes stared him down when he moved into the kitchen. "F-fine," she whispered softly. She kept her back to him now, her fingers trailing along her bottom lip as she sat there in thought for a moment. He must really be broken... I probably made things a thousand times worse...

He nodded once, curtly so. "Good," he mumbled, bringing that alcohol filled cup to his lips and damn near drained half the glass in one gulp. He wasn't looking at her, mostly because he didn't trust another outburst until he was sure he was calmed down. He'd lost his cool and he knew that, lashed out at her. He probably would've brushed off the coward comment if she hadn't already angered him by bringing up Ren. His head tilted back when he knocked back the glass, finishing off the liquor. Hissing through those horrific teeth, he felt the alcohol burn on it's way down, somehow soothing him. He didn't care for being drunk, or drinking for the taste. He drank for the burn in his throat. Finally, his head turned in her direction, a blank expression on his face as he stared at her back for a moment. "How's your throat?" He didn't really care, but he wasn't liking the silence all that much. Not when his thoughts were screaming in his head.

The immortal didn't imagine he cared all that much, but it was a stupid question nonetheless. "Fine... It healed l-like five s-seconds after y-you l-let m-me go," she grumbled, her arms came across her torso and she cradled the elbows in the palms of opposing hands. She wasn't sure what to say to him. What could she say to him. She'd angered him, and she was unkind, and she kind of...hated herself right about now.

He knew it was a stupid question, but he was a loss of what to say to her. He was stuck between telling her to get the fuck out, punch her or just... stand there awkwardly. The latter is what he did. She was clearly upset, but for what reason, he didn't really know. He poured himself another glass, putting the bottle away for now. He wasn't aiming to get drunk. He moved around the reaper, heading toward the living room. "I figured as much," to her healing. It was a little awkward, mostly because he wasn't the comforting type other than telling you to get over it. "It's fine, just don't do it again," he mumbled against the rim of the glass, having a feeling she was upset over the whole 'talk' they'd had. He needed to relax, feeling tired again between the feeding not too long ago and his outburst.

He'd been staring at her, waiting and hoping for some sort of reaction. What came next... was nowhere near what he expect. His brows dropped as he witnessed those violet eyes turn silver, knowing something was most definitely up. He didn't trust it then, unknowing to the fact that her and another reaper he'd never met --though was apparently meeting now-- could change bodies. He'd leaned forward, perhaps in aim to stand to his feet as he heard that voice that didn't hold that stutter. Does she lose it when she's angry? Is she going to hulk out? Nope, just smash a glass into his face. His head snapped to the right, his eyes squeezing shut in time as it shattered on his thick skull. A growl tore free from his throat as he shook his head, fragments of the glass falling from his face. Luckily, he'd just drank some of Mar's blood, and by the time he was to his feet, the scrapes and littered shards of glass was falling from the wounds just as they started knitting together. He rolled his neck, reaching a hand up to rub it with those closed hazel hues. "Now we're talking. It's about time you stopped dropping to your knees like a little bitch."

That hand was held up, palm thrust outward as she waited for the glass to make its way out of her flesh. "Let me be very clear," she said, staring up at him with those narrow silver eyes. It was like someone wiped all of the innocence right out of Martyr. "I'm not Martyr, she might not hit you, but I will..." she hissed. "You keep treating her the way you're treating her, you'll really know what a bitch is... Because I'll make you mine," hissed Phoenix as she stared through him. "Mark my words, the second Martyr has given up on you, I'm coming for you... and I'm not going to be gentle." A sadistic, twisted smile broke across her face, "...and I'm going to enjoy it..." Was said in a laugh.

"Hm?" Arrogance he wore like a second skin, he didn't fear her, Martyr or not. Her words then confirming that she wasn't Martyr. "Should've known," he snickered. Talk about forcing a hand. Quite literally. Narrowed silver was met with equally narrowed hazel, unrelenting as he let his harsh, coarse laughter spill from his lips before they pursed, giving her a catty look. "Oh, now see, it's a shame I didn't meet you first. You're much more fun." He only snapped those teeth in her direction, moving as if he was going to pass her, wiping some of the blood that had been smeared across his cheek from her breaking the glass over his face. The wounds were long gone but parts still shined from tiny shards that got stuck there. He licked the blood from his thumb, stopping when he was just behind her shoulder. He leaned toward her ear, not showing aggression as he let a deep rolling chuckle spill from between his teeth. "If you were gentle, I'd be disappointed... Likely I'll enjoy it too." Death was nothing he feared. What else did he have to lose? His daughter was taken from him, his wife was dead. He was a monster to everyone he knows. His sister would be better off without him. What do you have when you have a man with nothing left to lose? A disaster waiting to happen.

Those teeth snapped right back at him, "Two things," she spat. "One... You couldn't handle me. Two, Martyr hasn't given up on you yet... So I can't play with you... I'm sure I'll see you soon, though." Phoenix tilted her head lightly and then smirked. "I'll be in touch, vampire." Those eyes fell shut, and rolled back into her head. After a moment, they began to flicker back to life, and Martyr took in a deep breath.

"Probably," he agreed to not handling her. He didn't want to handle her like that. Not when she wore Martyr's face. It'd likely just be awkward. When she said she'd see him soon, he let his coarse laughter roll out again. "I'll be waiting," fully expecting the reaper to eventually give up on him. He'd already given up on himself. Typically, people had to want to change to do so. He didn't want to. "See you then," like they were ending a phone call. He watched those eyes roll and Martyr return to her body. "Welcome back," he mused. Well, he'd invited her in because he'd been bored today... safe to say... he wasn't bored anymore.

Eyes widened and she swallowed hard looking around at the damage, "I'm s-so s-sorry..." she whispered, and dropped to her knees. "That w-was m-my t-twin P-phoenix, she j-just k-kinda...t-takes over sometimes, she has that p-power..." Martyr said with a soft little whimper. "F-forgive m-me," she mumbled as she began plucking up the glass.

He immediately rolled his eyes when she apologized, scoffing under his breath. "She seems fun," he mused, swiping at the rest of the blood on his face. He clearly wasn't offended in the least. "Phoenix?" He quirked a brow at that, perhaps because Jack was his brother, an actual Phoenix. He waved off her asking for forgiveness. "Enough with the damn apologizing. At least someone took a stand, still disappointed it wasn't you though." He rolled his neck, the vertebrae popping with each roll.

"I d-don't know why you w-want me to t-take a stand so b-bad," she whispered softly. "It's n-not who I am... I stand up f-for others, I d-don't stand up f-for myself.. It w-wouldn't change anything if I d-d-did..." she said, staring up at him. She gathered the glass in her hand and stood to her feet.

"On the contrary," he informed, turning to face her as she stood. "When you don't stand up for yourself, you're giving people permission to walk over you like a doormat. People tend to not fuck with those that fight back. I've learned that most people are pussies when it comes to that. You don't know shit about bullies, do you?" He raised his brow at her, almost laughing at her naivety. "They like to pick on the weak, if you don't fight back, you're showing weakness." He leaned toward her ear, as if he was telling her a secret, even lowering his voice to a soft whisper. "I would know... I am one," in terms of being a bully. He flashed a wicked smile, snapping his teeth toward her neck but making no contact before he moved toward the kitchen, seeking out another drink after the encounter with Phoenix.

"W-why d-d-do you c-care if I stand up f-for m-myself?" she asked, squinting ahead as she cupped the glass gently in her hand. She bit into her lip and looked down at her feet for a moment. Then his teeth snapped at her neck, and her hair stood on end. She couldn't help but shiver and quiver. She took in a deep breath and tried to ignore it as she followed him to the kitchen so that she could dump the broken shards.

"I don't, really. But if you ever want respect from me, you're going to have to make a stand." He passed through the doorway, looking over his shoulder with his steely hazel. "The only respect I have for women who lie on their backs and take it is when I'm..." he snickered, using her own terminology, "...playing checkers." Turning away from her, he continued on toward the cabinet and the bottle of Jack Daniel still resting on the counter.

Why would she want the respect of a bully? She swallowed hard when he used her terminology against her, a breath was sucked in. "D-don't b-be so vulgar," she whispered, cheeks filling with blood as she dumped the glass into the trash bin, wiping them free from the tiny, dust like shards.

Because chances were, the bully would be less of a bully if she actually made an effort to stand up for herself. Even one hit from the innocent reaper would likely get him to lighten up, as it stood... she was a doormat. A doormat with useful, delicious blood who wouldn't stop him from being an asshole to her. "No," said simply to her telling him to stop being vulgar. "And that wasn't vulgar. Vulgar would be me talking about pounding the fuck out of someone from behind." He said it blatantly, like he was having a normal conversation about the weather as he reached into the cabinet for a clean glass. He didn't even look at her. It's a full moon tonight, with possible incoming rain.... Yeah, weather.

Those legs pressed against one another, and she took in a deep breath. Now she felt nervous, and bothered, and she looked like her cheeks were going to start sweating blood. She took in a few breaths, and turned her back to him. Arms wrapped tightly around herself once again, "S-stop..." she whispered.

"If you're going to be sticking around me, darling..." He turned toward her, clearly in better spirits after the lashing he got from the glass. Don't ask why, his reasons are ridiculous. He moved up behind her, leaning until his head was parallel to hers, hovering over her shoulder. "You're going to have to grow some thicker skin." A glance to the side of her neck, then to that reddened face. Oh, that wicked smile that rivaled the devil. "Not too thick, though." Whispering into her ear, using the fact that she was uncomfortable against her like the damn douchebag he was. "I like watching you squirm," it was nearly a purr, rolling off her tongue and spraying heated breath through her hair. And then he was gone, moving toward the doorway from the kitchen, heading back to the living room with his fresh liquor. Poor, poor reaper. What have you gotten yourself into?! You as well be dancing with the devil.

Taking in a deep, shuddering breath when he spoke against her ear. She felt her knees tremble and her eyes tick behind twitching eyelids. She shivered and squirmed when his breath met her hair she looked like she might fall right back on him. She coughed, and tried to gather herself before walking after him. The poor thing was so red in the face and walking in a strained fashion like her knees would give out at any time. "I'll w-work on that..."

"Good plan," he muttered against the rim of the glass, his long gait trailing him toward that couch. A fleeting glance over his shoulder, seeing that red face and the way she was walking... It might've just made his day to see how uncomfortable he'd made her... perhaps among other things. He was a prideful, evil thing. Cruel intentions that he handed out like party favors. And with everything he threw at her, she was still trailing after him. If he'd been a better person, he might've felt sorry for her at least. Instead, he just found amusement. Sitting at an angle on the couch, his knees pointed sideways and he leaned back into the corner where the back met the armrest, slouched like a lazy cat. The staring eyes on him probably only furthered that look as he watched her. His smile was sly, maybe even mischievous. "I make you uncomfortable." It wasn't spoken like a question.

Martyr sat on an edge of the couch, and took in a shuddering breath. She hadn't a clue why she was still here, but there she was, taking it like a bitch. "..N-no you d-don't... That's n-not t-true," whispered Martyr with a quick shake of her head. It was true, this wouldn't have been much of a problem if she was getting some. "It's j-just....b-been....a..." she was having SO much trouble getting out those lyrics. "W-while..."

Honestly, at this point... he had no clue why she was still there either. Even if she didn't hit him or tell him off, he half expected her to just throw up her hands at any moment, squeal I'm done! and walk out of there. Why the hell she put up with his shit, he had no damned clue. He quirked a single brow, hazels shifted over to her as he took meager sips of his liquor. Seeking the burn over the intoxication, he tended to savor his booze unlike his alcoholic sister. He almost laughed when she said it'd been a while. "A while? If it wasn't for the fact that you said you had a kid, I'd assume you were a virgin." That's right, he practically called her a prude.

Oh, he had no idea what a freak she really was. Martyr looked over at him when he spoke, and then shook her head. "If y-y-you c-c-count the t-ten years I w-w-went b-back in t-time for..." she began. "...thirteen y-years," she said with a deep breath taken in and sighed out. She brought up her thumb nail and began chewing on it. She'd probably have to run off at some point soon. The poor thing was going insane.

Those violet peepers were narrow at the floor as she grumped it up, but when he let loose those two syllables, they snapped wide. She spun around as if he'd just swatted her on the ass, and she stared hard at him. "D-did you j-just..." A grin broke open her face and she gave him that same Spongebob look she always seemed to. You like Krabby Patties.... "Y-you apologized..." she said, and it really didn't matter what he would say from that point on. That look wasn't washing off of her face for a while.

He was fidgeting, the apology feeling like battery acid on his tongue. But even the Blood King could admit when he'd done wrong. Even if his ideals of 'wrong' were backassed as hell. He held up his hand when she spun around, as if to silence her. "Don't..." too late. He growled at her, narrowing his gaze. "... ruin.... it...." he hissed, and dammit if he didn't want to punt her like a football right then. I already regret apologizing.... "I lied." he said, though he doubted she was even listening to him at this point... and she was making that stupid friggin' face again. "Stop making that face. I hate that face." He pointed at her, letting a growl tear through his teeth. "Stop it."

Oh, it was ruined. Poor Bastard was going to have to look at that until she finally decided to stop. He apologized. He has manners... He just used manners.. Boo was right, he's not as bad as he pretends to be... All of these thoughts racing through her head as she continued to use that stupid face. The only thing that changed, was an almost too excited squeal met with a giggle that bubbled up in her throat.

"Hero...." he growled, those hazels turning into a glare that was probably ignored. "Martyr... stop it. Stop. STOP!" He was getting so annoyed with that stupid face she was making. He snagged one of the couch pillows, whipping it right at that stupid face. "Rrhrhrhrgh!" Dude... just snap her neck... He was tempted, so very tempted. But he still felt bad for teasing a woman who hadn't gotten a piece of ass in 13 years and turning it into a joke. Only because he was doing that thing he hated. Where he put himself in someone else's shoes and the idea of going that long without his wiener being touched just made him shutter and cringe.

The pillow made her head snap back and forced the face away....for like three seconds. Oh, no.. It was her turn to tease, in a completely different way. She wasn't afraid of him, not in the slightest. So, bold as ever, she put on that face once more and squirmed down beside him. If he didn't stop her, she'd be wrapping those arms around him, all loving like. "You ap-pologized..."

He didn't feel guilt very often, but when he did, it hit him like a ton of bricks. It's like someone who bottled up anger for an extended period of time and just finally snaps and kills a bunch of people. Well, that guilt was keeping him from killing, else he probably would've torn the reaper apart by now. His head turned away from her, peering at her sideways in skepticism and suspicion as she moved beside him. He didn't trust that damned face and her coming closer to him, his hands moved to the cushions, starting to lift himself so he could scoot further down the couch... and then she was reaching for him. He knew what the fuck was going on. He stayed out of arms reach from the snake for that exact reason! "Don't even fu-... AGH!" he growled, stiffening immediately. I'm the fucking Blood King, bitch! Lemme go! "I'm going to bite you if you don't let go," he warned, his gaze lowering to an arm that was wrapped around him, his shoulders shrugging up as he growled. "I take it back," to her mentioning he apologized again.

That man had already made her back down once with bite threats, it wasn't happening again, dammit! Let her enjoy this! "Y-you c-can't t-take it b-back... You s-said it and it w-was b-beautiful, j-just like your soul..." she said in the sweetest tone as she squeezed him a bit harder. She pulled him tighter into the hug and snuggled her face against his risen up shoulders. Oh, man.. She was enjoying this waaaay too much. "It's ok-kay to f-f-feel.."

He shot her one hell of a glare when she said his soul was beautiful. Oh boy, the growl that came from that man was anything but human. It was like a damn pitbull that was ready to --quite literally-- bite the hand that feeds him. He grunted when she squeezed him tighter, tilting his head away from her when she put her face to his shoulder. "No, it's not." Feeling had gotten him into too much trouble. The only time feeling something hadn't gotten him into trouble was having a child with Nemesis. Not only did he get a daughter out of it, but he'd gotten on Karma's best side, and between her legs. His original redhead fetish. But it got him into trouble with Renzea, Kotatsu, and others. It'd made him soft. And he was a man who refused to be weak. He squirmed in the hug, even snapped his teeth at her arm. "Okay, you got your hug in. Let me go," he snarled, baring his teeth. There was only so much hugs he could take! At least she wasn't Hydro, there was no getting out of that grasp unless you wanted to be constricted.

Those eyes closed warmly when he told her to let him go, and she shook her head in a gentle way. Nope! She wasn't letting go. She had him, dammit! He apologized and he could growl and snap all he wanted, but it wasn't getting erased. He showed sympathy, dammit! She was absolutely loving this. She gave him a gentle little nuzzle, "You act all m-mean and n-nasty, b-but you're such a t-teddy b-bear..." Okay, she might have totally been fucking with him, but she needed this revenge, man!

He groaned when she shook her head, feeling suddenly he was being clung to by PhiPhi. He hated it, hated it! And he did growl, he growled up a damn storm. It was the nuzzle and calling him a teddy bear that he'd had enough. "Alright, alright. I'm done." He grumbled, starting to try to wiggle out of her grasp and possibly just try to slide down off the couch and out of her arms. He was desperately trying to get away from the cuddly reaper! His arms were sort of trapped by his sides, so really the only option he had was trying to snake out of her grasp --or try to-- and maybe crawl away from her until he could get to his feet.

"I c-can't w-wait to tell Hydro and B-boo that you apolog-gized!" It took everything she had not to burst out into tears and laughter when he tried to worm away from her. "N-no! Stop! I'm n-not d-done l-loving y-you!" she cried, fighting back the laughter. At least now she knew how to punish him. "If you l-leave m-me n-now~ y-you take away the b-biggest p-part of me~" she sang softly. "Ooooh!" As he tried to wiggle away, she pushed her legs go to with him.

"Don't you fucking dare," he snarled, turning his head to narrow his hazel hues at her. "I'll break our deal!" He promised, still trying to wiggle and squirm away from her. He'd managed to slide himself nearly to his knees on the floor, working on trying to worm his way out of her arms, shaking his shoulders, anything he could manage while having his arms pinned to his sides. "Stop singing! No! Fuck no! Niet! Nein!" He barked, snapping his teeth almost feral like at her arm, possibly nicking her a couple times with his canines as he struggled to get away. "Get off me, bitch!" he growled, and if she didn't let go, he'd go full on wrestler with that bitch. He'd force his back to the floor, working to try to snag his legs around her frame and flip her off if he could just manage to get her positioned right. The humiliation! The outrage! The horrorrrrrrr.

"N-no! B-baby please d-d-don't go~" she continued softly, "Ooh, n-no I've g-g-got ta have you b-by m-my side~" Then he was nicking her arm and she winced lightly, but ignored it for the most part. "W-wait!" as he struggled and got his legs around her. She couldn't help but giggle out, even if he'd snagged her and worked to flip her right on off him. "Ngh..."
Pout!

He groaned, whined, growled, snarled. All of the above. He was like a wild beast that she was trying to tame, and he refused to fucking bend. I will not be loved, I will not love. I don't cuddle, I don't hug. I'm a vicious beast! BITCH I EAT PEOPLE! He'd managed to flip her off him, scrambling like a damn animal in a beastly crouch as he bared his teeth at her. She'd triggered the animalistic side of him, the side of him that was far more prominent between the alpha twins. He wasn't aggressive more as defensive like a cornered beast. A low growl rolled between his teeth before he shook his head, trying to push away that near feral manner he'd suddenly obtained. Lifting himself from his crouch, he pointed at her. "No more hugging," there was still an undertone of that growl in his voice, and he was working on pushing it back. He huffed at her, his entire body wiggling like he was shaking off the lingering feel of affection. "Brrrhrhrhr."

When he growled and bared those teeth she tilted her head. "N-now, now, M-mister. You d-don't scare m-me," she said, and held out her arms, taking a few calculated steps towards him. "C-come on.. B-bring it in, you know it f-felt n-nice... C'mere..." she touched her fingers to her palms a few times with her hands outstretched. "C'mon t-teddy b-bear.. That's your new n-nickname b-by the w-way..." He had to know she was trolling!

Every step she took toward him, he backed up, his knees bending as he lowered like might lunge for her. His head tilted as he peered at her like I wouldn't do that if I were youuuu~ "Na uh," he shook his head, raising his hand like he was going to swat her like a bear. He'd go bear mode on her, but it won't be as a cuddly teddy. He was still somewhat primitive in his stance and composure, but at least he didn't look so much like he was going to attack her as he was just trying to dodge her. Each step taken by the reaper, was a step back from the vampire. "I don't do hugs," he corrected her. It didn't feel nice! It was awful and warm and... and... the only hugs he deemed acceptable was mouth hugs. He snapped his teeth in her direction, a clicking of teeth hitting against each other.

"C'mon..." she bit into her bottom lip. "Y-you...g-get in here!" she crinkled her nose and shook her head lightly. Another step was taken towards him, ready to dodge his hand if he decided to sue it. "You know y-y-you w-want t-to.. C'mon let m-me love y-y-you!" teased Martyr.

Like a cornered animal, his eyes darting from one side to the other trying to find an escape. He aimed to duck under her arms, trying to move past her. If he managed, he'd be leaping onto the couch cushions, then vaulting over the back to stand behind it to put space between them.

The immortal watched him move and her eyes flashed black for a moment. She lunged forwards and though she didn't block his path, she did manage to close the distance before he vaulted. "N-no b-baby d-d-don't g-go! I n-need you!" Martyr cried as she jumped onto his back, spider monkey clinging to him.

The seven stages of freaks? Who knows, everything about the day seemed to be backassed as hell. Taking drastic turns at every corner. It was dizzying, but he was... pretty okay with it. It was tiring being so hateful all the time. Sometimes even monsters need a break from themselves. And so much for the getting up idea... though this was much more interesting. He snickered when she fell over with a huff... but wasn't expecting the damn scissor hold. So sure enough, that leg was tangled around his head as a growl tore free and he was tugged between her legs. "... Dammit, woman!" he grumbled, letting an extended, low growl that rumbled through his chest like rolling thunder. Was she aware that she was wearing a dress?! Trying to kill him with affection and now this?! His frame shifted, and unless she let go, he would be moving and twisting until he was on hands and knees, his head tucked between her scissored legs. With some maneuvering, and possibly grasping his arms around the tops of her thighs, he'd be slowly rising to his feet. She wouldn't weigh all that much to him, as strong as he was, it would be the position and angle that would make it a bit awkward as his goal would be standing... still scissored between her legs and having her dangling/hanging upside down.

Martyr cackled lightly, it was nice to have someone help her get all of that reaper energy out of her system. Most of the time, she was off the charts after a feeding...mostly because she didn't do much. Save for healing but that was more of a physical toll on her body. As he repositioned, she was twisted. Then he started to stand, and her legs were over her head in the weirdest, unsexiest way. She couldn't help but giggle and kept her hold on him. Though her hands moved to sink into the fabric of his pants. Kind of a back up plan in case she lost her hold. Falling on your head was never fun.

Daemien had a lot of energy, just tended to be too full to be able to use it. He was playful, it was just certain people that could trigger it in him. He'd wrestle with Ramsey, horse around with Mira. Apparently Mar managed to pull it out of him. "Now whatcha gonna do?" he teased, letting his coarse laughter roll out of him as he glanced down... and that was probably not the best idea. I mean... leg scarf, man and she was wearing a dress. He felt her hands at his pants, raising a brow. "Don't tug too much on those," he warned, mainly because he wasn't wearing a belt and those jeans were meant for lounging comfort... meaning they were loose. Luckily for the reaper, he had a firm hold on her legs so she wasn't going to fall.

As long as he was wearing underwear, she was fine. If she felt his giggy on his back, she'd probably nosebleed and die. "I d-don't know.. I w-was g-going to t-try and p-pin you, b-but you b-bested me," she said, crinkling her nose as she lifted her head up to look at him. Yeah, she probably should've invested in some pants because her dress was pretty much touching her face at this point. "W-why? Are you afraid I'll s-see your m-man p-panties?"

"I have a tendency to do that," he teased, letting a bit of arrogance slip as he snickered. He tilted his head, trying to glance down at her, but due to position and legs and hips were in the way, that proved to be nearly impossible. Coarse laughter rolled out of him, shaking his shoulders. "What panties?" he teased, though it was unclear if he was joking or not. He hadn't planned on going anywhere that day, he could very well be going commando!

Wiggling her hips lightly to readjust herself, she swatted at her dress and attempted to tuck it into her thighs to retain some modesty. She puffed out her cheeks and looked up at him. "H-hey! Y-you d-don't always b-best m-me..." she mumbled and let out a soft groan before her hands sank once more into his pants. "Y-you're...n-not wearing p-panties?"

That poor vampire. Wiggling hips in his face, his canines sunk into his bottom lip and nearly drew blood as those hazels drifted up to the ceiling. Bitch is trying to kill me. Maybe doing this particular position had been a bad idea, but history only proved that he didn't think things through a whole lot. "No, not always," lowering his gaze. "I was having a lazy day. Why make an effort to put them on when I don't need to. They just tend to ride up anyways," he grumbled. He missed running around in a loin cloth like he did back home. It was more comfortable, dammit! Tribal bastard.

Those big violet eyes stared widley up at him, and then they thinned out with a furrowed brow that said, you're fucking with me! She let go of the sides of his pants with one hand, and reached up for his waistline. She sank her fingers into it, and then her eyes widened with realization. "Oh m-my g-g-gooodness..."

He couldn't see from his angle, but felt fingers at his waistline. "Whoa, there." Possibly thinking she was trying to cop a feel, not that he wouldn't particularly object, but it wasn't what he was aiming for. His head snapping downward to try to see what she was up to had his dreads falling forward, one in particular tickling his nose. Ah, shit. It was obnoxious, that lingering tickle, even as he turned his head from side to side and managed to get his hair out of his face. It didn't get rid of the itch though, even as he crinkled and wiggled his nose. He slowly slid one of his arms away from her thighs so he could scratch his nose, unfortunately... the shift in his hold had her legs slipping from his shoulders. "Oh, shit," he muttered, making a quick grab to her legs, catching her in time but she'd dropped down a couple inches. And relatively quickly which might've felt like she was going to fall....

"I h-had to know!" she yelped. Martyr totally lost her shit when he nearly dropped her. Legs tightened their own hold and her hands grasped hard at his pants. She had pulled herself up in attempt to climb so that her head wouldn't meet the floor. She let out a yelp, and then relaxed when he caught her, leaning back. Wait...why did it feel different? She wiggled her back against him...

He snickered when she'd yelped, rolling his eyes. Even though he'd caught her, he grunted as her legs instinctively tightened as his eyes widened when she grabbed and pulled on his pants. This can't be good... Sure enough, he felt his pants sliding down. He caught them before they hit his ankles by shifting his feet to spread apart, catching his pants mid-way down his thighs... but that didn't necessarily help in some areas. Well, if she didn't know I wasn't wearing any, she does now... Then the damned reaper was practically rubbing her back against it and he let out a grunt, ticking his head to the side as laughter bubbled out of him. "Watch where you're rubbing there, woman. You get me excited.. well, don't get mad at me if you get poked." he moved a bit, perhaps wondering how the hell he was going to fix this situation. Drop her and pull my pants up? Or just keep it on her back...

Those wide eyes stared up at him, absolutely betrayed. You almost dropped me... She was torn between being butthurt, and figuring out what the hell was going on with her back. She wiggled harder, shoulders shuffling from one side to the other. "P-poked?" she asked, and then her eyes widened with realization. "Y-your g-g-giggy is out?!" she shrieked and then began to squirm lightly.

He saw a little bit of that betrayed expression. "It was an accident! My damn nose itched!" he grumbled, then let out a groan as she rubbed even more again it. "Woman! I swear, you're going to get friggin' poked, and it'll be your own fault," he growled. He was a man and she was rubbin' on it! I mean, come on! It's not like she wasn't a pretty thing to look at. He nearly burst out in a fit of laughter at her outburst. "What the fuck is a giggy?!" he lost it at that point, which... probably didn't help the situation. "If you mean my dick... yeah, it's out. You pulled my pants down." His head shook back and forth, having a hard time wrapping his head around her calling a penor a 'giggy'.

Oh man, poor Martyr. "Y-you know, you're g-gigga-mah-b-bob...!" she said gesturing with her hand to that general area. Then he corrected her, and she squirmed lightly. Which ultimately meant more rubbing. She was sorry! It was hard not to rub up against something when it was supporting your back! "Oh g-goodness..." she whispered, her cheeks blushing. That could be her face filling with blood, too.

Dreadful Encounters: Patching Things Up.
Two Days After Talking With Ben




Two days had passed. Martyr had worked those two days on making it up to Evalynn, just in case he was tough on her. She managed to get a bunch of dresses done, but she looked sleepless and exhausted. Now she had to present the gifts and then work on sucking up to the butthead. She dragged a red wagon, one that used to be Max's behind her as she marched up to their door. She had about five needles in her back and one in the side of her neck. She wore a yellow polka-dot dress and white flats, her stunted curls hanging every which way, she looked like a certain Pixar character minus the redness. Three slow knocks were issued to the door as the sleepy immortal waited patiently.

It was Evalynn that opened the door for her, standing there with a friendly smile though her eyes glittered with surprise. "Martyr. I wasn't expecting yo-..." She tilted her head, raising one elegantly plucked brow as she saw the glimmer of a needle sticking out of the side of the reaper's neck. "Um..." she made a soft gesture to her, chuckling softly as she reached out and gently plucked the piece of metal from her neck, holding it out. "Did you forget something?" Warmth spread in her gaze as she had that silly reaper look on her face. Her caramel hues darted to the wagon behind her questioningly, "What's this?"

A deep breath was taken as she readied herself to make a long explanation, and then Eva was plucking a needle out of her neck. She closed one eye and then rubbed away at the almost itchy spot it created. "O-oh.. Y-yeah, that h-happens a l-lot when I'm s-sewing..." she admitted and then looked down at her feet. Toes wiggled beneath the flats, and then those big purple eyes shifted up to her. "I thought m-maybe I'd.." she sighed and scratched her head. "W-what I m-mean is... I... h-hope I d-d-didn't c-cause t-trouble f-for you the other d-day, and I m-made that d-dress you asked for..." and others. Many others...

She chuckled lightly at the reaper's explanation, shaking her head lightly as she held onto the needle. She'd likely clean it and find something to put it in for her. "Pin cushions are overrated, anyhow," she teased lightly, her nose crinkling before she smiled. She seemed a bit skeptical as she went on, looking again at the wagon. Just a dress? Is it the size of Texas? I mean, she was carrying something in that wagon. She shook her head then, "he wasn't pleased, but I didn't get into too much trouble." She glanced down to the floor before glancing over her shoulder toward the doorway of the living room. "I wouldn't worry about it," she shook her head. He hadn't been pleased with her, in fact he hadn't talked to her at all that night. The next day, he'd seemed a bit distant, but it was resolved by the afternoon when he finally had her come to him for a peace offering feeding. She chewed on her bottom lip, wanting to ask if she wanted to come in, but unsure how her Master would take it. Those caramel hues looked to Martyr. Screw it. "Come in," she waved her hand to her in a circular motion as she moved out of the way. "You look exhausted, hun." Her brows furrowed as she looked over the reaper who might possibly looked like she was going to topple at any moment.

Buttface McButtersworth would just have to deal with it. He couldn't stay mad at her forever, he'd eventually get hungry and want to chew on her. Cheeks puffed out lightly and she rubbed at her eyes before smiling lightly, "Oh, thank y-you," she said, pulling the waggon inside. "M-maybe this'll m-make up f-for it a l-little bit, and the p-push I g-gave you.." she still felt bad about that one. Slowly, she began to move the blanket from the top of the wagon. "I w-wanted to make sure you liked it, so I m-made a f-few..."

She let those pretty caramel hues roll in her skull as she waved off the apology. "Really... don't worry about it. You... probably saved me a lot of trouble with that push." She glanced to the living room even though he wasn't in there, her voice was soft as ever and just above a whisper. She returned her gaze to the woman then, "I'm absolutely sure I'll lo-.. sweet jesus that's a lot of dresses..." Those caramel orbs quickly turned to globes as the blanket was pulled away, brows nearly touching her hairline. They darted to Mar, incredulous surprise on her face before she let out a lyrical laugh. "I may have to invest in a new wardrobe." Her smile was warm, soft and clearly joking with her as she looked at her. "It's too much... In two days?... My lord.." She whispered, shaking her head, awestruck that the woman had made these dresses in a couple short days. "... You didn't sleep, did you?" Concern was riddled on her face then, a little bit of sass as her fists met her hips.

Those wide violets looked back at her, and then she clamped them shut warmly. Aside from the initial shock of the amount of dresses, and the concern littered on her expression, she looked pretty pleased with it. "Sl-sleep? N-no," she shook her head and a fist came up to rub at her eyes. "B-but I d-don't sleep a lot," admitted Martyr as she stared down at her work and then brought those peepers back up to Evalynn. "D-do you like them?" she asked, picking up a forest green one and holding it up to her.

"I can't say much there, I don't sleep at all." A light shrug given to the mention of sleep. She didn't need to anymore, her undead body no longer needing that rest, just like her heart and lungs were rather useless. She had plenty to keep her busy between Diana and Daemien at least. Mostly anyhow.. To her question, the vampiress beamed, a wide and pearly white smile as she nodded her head, then watched as Mar held a gorgeous dress up to her. "Martyr... these..." she about looked like she was going to cry at the gesture. It was pretty clear that no one had done something like this for her before. Her fingers drifted over the fabric, her smile soft and warm before she took the dress from her fingers, pressing it to her shoulders to see how it would look, giving a turn at the hips as she held it to her belly to see it flow over her legs. "This is the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me.. thank you.. " and without much warning, she took a step forward, her arms outstretched as she was going for a hug, seeming to get rather emotional at the gift Mar had given her.

The immortal went weeks, sometimes months without sleeping, and then when it was time for her to sleep, she just comatosed. Phoenix tried to make an effort to sleep every night, but that was more for the human she shared a bed with. Most of the time, she just listened to him sleep like the creeper she was. She watched Evalynn's reaction to the dress, eyes wide. Please don't cry, then she'll start crying and it'll be an emotional mess. She swallowed down the anxiety in her chest, and then shut those pretty eyes warmly as Evalynn held the dress up. "It's g-gonna look b-beautiful on y-you, I j-just kn-- Oh." Hugs! As long as she wasn't going in for a kiss, Martyr was okay with it. She took a step forward to accept the friendly affection and repay it in kind.

"They're all so beautiful, Martyr." She mused, giving her a light squeeze before more glinting silver caught her keen sight. "... Martyr... What am I going to do with you?" She snickered, moving of her arms away that had been wrapped around the woman as she plucked not one... but five... needles from her back before pulling away from the hug with all of them spread out in her palm as she held them in front of her. Her eyes were glittering with laughter being held back as she shook her dark-haired head. "I'm not even going to ask how these got in your back..."

Those wide eyes trailed to the needles held in front of her, and suddenly she felt itchy. Stupid needles. "I'm a m-messy w-worker," she admitted and moved her thumb up to her mouth, chewing on her nail, eyes averted to the side for a moment. Her cheeks were bright with embarrassment and she let out a sigh. "One t-time I s-sewed a d-dress to m-my arm.. I h-had to g-get m-my f-friend to separate m-me f-from it.." As if that made things any better.

Soft laughter that was in no means making fun of her spilled gleefully from her mouth as she covered it with her needle-free hand. "Oh dear," she shook her head, lowering her carefully manicured hand as when she'd regained her composure. "You are quite the character, Martyr," she mused, curling her hand around the needles as she waved her in. "Come on, let's get out of the hallway." She waved her hand, moving to take the handle of the wagon. "I'm sure I've got dress sleeves to put these in so they don't get dusty." She nodded, always one to take care of gifts given to her. Her gaze drifted to the doorway of the living room.

It was then that the Blood King made his appearance, looking like he'd just woken up and perhaps had a bit too much to drink the night before. Rubbing his eyes as he came out in a pair of loose jeans alone, his hands paused as he caught the scent of a peculiar reaper. "What's she doing here?" He lowered his hands as stared coldly at Martyr, full on grump mode activated.

Those warm eyes closed and she brushed a tuft of hair from her eyes as her expression scrunched up. "I g-get that a lot," she admitted and averted her eyes. Then she giggled as she moved deeper inside, "M-maybe I should m-make Diana s-some clothes f-for when she g-gets b-better.. Though I suppose I sh-should w-wait to f-figure out what sh-she likes," she mumbled, and let those eyes trail to the ceiling. "Oh and I c-could have m-my b-brother m-make you a n-new w-wardrobe, he loves m-making things so it'll b-be n-no t-trouble," she said gleefully until the killjoy walked into the room. "I m-made Evalynn s-some d-dresses, w-would you like t-to try one on?"

"Oh, I bet she'd love that," she nodded in agreement. "I've been reluctant to buy her clothes until I know.." She scrunched up her nose. "The night we spotted her.. her attire was.. interesting.. " She didn't quite know how else to put it, remembering that almost velvet, floor-length dress with those combat boots. "Really?" To her brother making her a wardrobe. "I'll pay him for it," she nodded, the look on her face saying she wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. Her eyes turned on Daemien as he entered, though she seemed unfazed by his grumpiness. Perhaps because he seemed grumpy most of the time and she was used to it. When Mar informed him, she grinned and swayed the dress she was still clutching to her chest. Before her eyes widened and she stared at Mar for a moment, having to turn her head away so she didn't laugh. She'd forgotten what interacting with someone other than her Master had been like, and it made her miss her old friends. Her lips were forced together when she looked back at Dae, eyes nearly brimming with tears as she was trying to hold back her laughter. Oh this should be good...

Dreadful Encounters: Don't Tell Call Him Sparkles
Before Solaris
((OOC-- As this is a random encounter, it's a bit out of order due to forgetful posting. If you get lost, feel free to use the Index.))



Max was...nearly four years old. Though in reaper years, she was about ten years old. Mentally? She was much older. The little immortal was smart, and she liked to learn new things. Her and her mother were on the pier, and Max was capping the lense on her camera. "Thank you for helping me get that saliva sample..." Max said with a smile as she pocketed the vial and turned her eyes to Martyr. "And the pictures, I think with this I can come up with a solution that'll keep her saliva from burning you..."

Martyr just simply blinked at her words, and smiled proudly. "It's n-no p-problem..." she said, looking down at her hand as the skin bubbled back onto the surface of her bones.

It was one of those strange days where the monster had decided to actually be a person. After discovering Layla was in town, his closeness with Ramsey made him well acquainted with the lionness. Non-verbal claim of uncle was hung over his head by the blonde surfer a long time ago, and she'd hounded him to hit the waves with her. Long gone by now, off to get ready for her job at the Kitten's Playpen, his reaction being you're father's going to be pissed about that you know... Only to get a glare that rivaled his own and a retort of that's only if he finds out... which he won't... WILL HE?!

Now, after soaking up the rays to dry himself on the beach, he was taking long strides up the steps of the Docks, brushing excess sand from his --now-- dried tanned flesh, grumbling about how he was going to likely find sand in areas he didn't want to mention for who knows how long. The only thing that he wore was a pair of surfing shorts, barefoot and shirtless, and had left the assortment of jewelry behind when the surfing plans had been made. His dreads hung heavily down his back, still damp from the ocean water that clung in those coils.

"Okay, N-nes," she said with a smile, bowing to the beast. The creature seemed to bow right back and sunk into the water. The waves rose a bit on the beach as the beast plummeted into the water, and then she turned away as water washed onto the deck. Max turned with her and started down.

"I've gotta go get these samples put away soon..." she mumbled, hoping her mother understood.

Martyr put on a brave face and smiled, nodding. "Oh... ok-kay..."

Steady steps took him down the front side of the Docks, and it wasn't hard to spot the Hydra slipping into the water in the short distance away as he was from the pier. His gaze narrowed as he watched, shifting to two moving bodies along the pier. Fate kept dragging him back to that pain in the ass stuttering reaper, and he sighed. At this pace, they were likely going to meet close enough for her to see him as he kept forward. The smaller body looked like a child and he grumbled, not the biggest fan when it came to kids. Boo was a kid, or acted like one sometimes, but it was far from the case. Only naive and innocent to the ways of the world. He'd had his daughter when she was a child, but that was a very long time ago. Regardless, he kept on until he was edging closer in the path of the pier.

The immortal placed a hand on Max's shoulder and the kid looked up, violet eyes squinting in the sun. "I love you, Mom." Max said with a crooked little grin on her pretty little face.

"I love you t-too, Max..." Martyr said with a soft smile as she gave her shoulder a little squeeze. Then her eyes trailed up and sure enough he was coming into their path. "Daemien?"

He'd been weaving along the pier, as it wasn't quite nightfall yet and there were still some people walking along. He hadn't particularly made any move to announce his presence but that hadn't mattered as the dreaded vampire king was surely spotted. The foot that had lifted to take another step forward paused, returning to the wooden planks as he turned in her direction. Brows rose as he set those hazel hues on her, "hm?" As if he'd just noticed her, yeah right.. "Hero..." He addressed her, those hazels drifting to Max as his head tilted, more of those dark brown coils falling over his shoulder as he peered down at the child with Mar's eyes. "... Hero's kid I'm assuming."

Max's eyebrow raised when he referred to her as a kid, and she bit her tongue the best she could. "That's an informal way of putting it, but yes. She is my mother..." Then a smile broke its way onto her face, "I'm Max," she said, holding out her hand in a friendly greeting. What? Her mother told her not to be rude.

Fingers ran through Max's hair almost nervously, but she trusted Daemien not to attack her fucking kid. He wouldn't be that stupid, would he? That was a good way of bringing out a psycho killer in her.

"I'm not formal," he raised a brow, a smart ass smirk littering his features as he found amusement in the words. Dressed in surf shorts with dreadlocks that trailed halfway down his back... he was anything but classy or formal. "Daemien," he responded to Max's introduction, glancing at the hand offered like it may be a trap. He gritted his teeth, instead of taking the offered hand lifting his own to cross his arms over his chest. He chose not to be horrible to Max, merely for the fact that... well... even monsters had limits. But he wouldn't give any opportunity to make the kid believe they were going to be friends. Business with his mother didn't extend to her kids, and he'd be civil.... but not overly friendly.

Withdrawing her hand, she rolled her eyes downward. "Oh-kay..." she said and if they were Sims, there would probably be two minus symbols floating up by her head. "So you're the guy my mother has been feeding," she said, looking up to her Mom. Martyr turned those pretty eyes away, and she instantly knew. "...among other things, it seems..." A little bit of color made its way to Martyr's complexion as Max rolled her eyes. She wore a pair of jean shorts and a t-shirt, nothing too fancy like Martyr's sundresses.

Those minus symbols worked just fine for him. The lower the score, the less Max would get attached, just the way he preferred it. That lifted brow rose higher when called out on being fed by Martyr, a slow nod in response. "I am..." he didn't deny it, why bother? When the 'child' called him out on 'other things', he let that coarse laughter spill out. The look on his face was plainly written that he didn't quite know what to say about that. He'd been crude with her father, but he wasn't going to do so to Max. Luckily. "I don't kiss and tell." Lies. All lies. But it was her kid, man. Even he had boundaries. Those arms stayed crossed over his chest as hazel hues ticked to Mar, an amused arrogant smirk on his face at the sight of that color in her cheeks.

"Judging by my first impression of you, I'm going to go out on a limb and say that there wasn't much kissing involved," she said, raising a challenging brow to him, folding her own arms across her chest. "Max!" Martyr hissed, and drew out a little sigh from Max. "Sorry," she said with a puff of air blowing a coil from her face, and she couldn't help but roll those eyes slightly. She wasn't sorry, she wasn't even a little bit sorry.

That nearly had the Blood King rolling from the sheer bluntness of it. He kinda liked the kid, and he fucking hated that. But he couldn't hold back the smile --a genuine smile that held no malice or sneer-- that flashed those pearly horrors. "Good observation," he noted, just about losing it all over again as Martyr chastised him. He was barely keeping it together as he spared a glance to Mar, "Smart kid." Now his smirk was devilish. Friggin' instigator.

That familiar bear lumbered on up, and Martyr furrowed her brow at Daemien in a way that said, Don't encourage her... Then Max looked over at the creature, and back to Dae. "I think that's my cue to leave," she said with a slanted little smile. "My mother's going to have blood coming out of her ears if her face gets any redder, anyways..." An apologetic glance to her Mom, and then she started off towards the bear. "You kids behave yourselves," she said with a wave, climbing up onto the bear when it lowered itself. Martyr looked after her as she urged the bear to lumber away at a fast pace.

"B-be c-care...ful..." Martyr sighed.

The grin on his face said blatantly that he wasn't going to listen. "It seems to be everyone's," in terms of the bear being a cue for leaving. He snickered lightly, then let out a coarse laugh when Max mentioned her mother's red face. He let his hazels linger on Mar's red cheeks as he gave a taunting smile. "I think you're right..." He didn't see the glance to Mar but turned his attention on the girl when she told the 'kids' to behave. "I would... but no." He smirked, turning back to Martyr. "Cute kid." Snickering as the bear lumbered off with Max.

There was a parting chuckle at his answer, and then she was gone. Martyr looked up at him with those scolding eyes, but then shook it away. "Y-yeah I c-can't b-believe she's g-gonna be four this y-year," there was a silent shake of her head. "S-seems like only y-yesterday she w-was a b-baby..." Probably because she was. The immortal shook her head and then turned those eyes back to Daemien. "S-so.. I d-d-didn't know v-vampires c-could sunbathe..." she half teased.

"Don't look at me like that, that was me behaving," his brows rose at her, giving her his own scolding. You know I can be so much worse, don't test it. He stared at her strangely for a moment, turning his gaze toward the direction the bear had gone off to. "Looked older than four to me..." he mumbled, shaking his head. He snickered at her teasing, looking down at his tanned chest before back to her. "The stories never quite got it right." As if he'd taken it seriously, then smirked at her a second later. "I just wear good sunblock. SPF 1000." He lifted his chin to her before snickering, shaking his head.

"W-we g-grow up fast, I'm only eleven m-myself," she said, it was supposed to be a joke but it didn't carry over well. Then her eyes scanned him over. "Y-yeah, I g-guess.. I s-saw you s-sparkling earlier, I th-thought someone s-spilled g-glitter on the b-beach..." Was she teasing him? She was pretty sure she was going to get hit for that one, but she stood by it. How often did she joke like that?

He raised a brow at her, trying to add up the numbers in his head. Gone thirteen years but is only eleven...? Oh... right... time travel? Was that it? Wait... was she joking? It was hard to tell. She was looking him over and he blinked... until she made that horrible joke. It was the one so-called vampire reference you never made with the two alpha twins. Those brows nearly skyrocketed, giving her a look that said no less than say what now, bitch? He let out a half-hearted laugh as he shook his head, and with a swift motion, he was moving. Swooping down on her, though he wasn't aiming to hurt her. Unless she blasted him away, he was aiming for grabbing her hips and hoisting her into the air, walking her to the side of the pier. Girl was going to get thrown into the water for that one, over the railing she'd go! That was the goal, anyways.

The immortal wouldn't have blasted him back unless he was coming at her with a poisoned laced dagger. When he came over and closed in that distance, she tensed up, and then he was lifting her up. "W-what are you d-doing!? S-stop it!" she couldn't help but giggle. Then he headed for the pier, "D-d-daemien! D-don't! D-d-don't you d-dare! Stop, I c-can't b-breathe!" she cackled lightly, and then he tossed her right into the water. A deep breath was taken in, and she sank like a fucking rock.

With her nearly raised over his head, held easily as he snickered. "The hell you think I'm doing? I'll show you sparkle.." he growled, ignoring her pleas for him to stop beside letting out a simple, "nope." After tossing her, he relaxed his stance, leaning casually on the railing of the pier as he watched her drop into the water with a big ass grin on his face. I'm not Edward, bitch.

When he placed her back into the water, she'd bob up and down, attempting to wipe the water from her eyes....with a wet hand. Then her head tilted from side to side to get the water out of her ears. "Y-you d-do make a p-pretty g-good shark," she said with a smile on her face. Then he snapped his teeth at her, and that brow furrowed a second. Dull teeth snapped right back at him. Grr! Look how intimidating she is!

"Pretty good?" He feigned offense before snickering, shaking his head as hazels drifted over to the shore. "Alright, I've had enough taste of the ocean." He snickered, spitting more of that damn salt water from his mouth. Though instead of bolting to the shore, he went the lazy route of laying back over the lightly rolling waves, playing vampire raft as he pushed at the water with his hands. Though he had no urge to go home just yet, the beach shore was likely as far as he was going to get.

A firm nod when he said he'd had enough. The immortal decided to go doggy style. Last thing she needed was to backstroke and smack her head on a rock and actually drown. She could see it now. Clunk! Sink.. I'm not falling for it again, bitch. Yeah, that was pretty much a guarantee. Martyr doggy paddled up towards the shore, waiting until she got her footing to stand. Her dress clung to her body in a way that was uncomfortable, and she grumbled about it.

As he reached shallow water, he turned his body and stood. Luckily for him, he was in swim-ready shorts from the previous surfing he'd done. His gaze drifted over to the wet sundress and he smirked, clearly not feeling sorry at all. That's what you get for bringing up that stupid movie! And you bet your ass he was laughing some at the sight. "You could always just take it off," he suggested, devilish in nature as he smirked, moving toward the warmer sand that was lit by the sun. He didn't have towels with him, as he typically just dried out in the sun.

"D-don't b-be c-crude," she said, attempting to ring out the bottoms of the dress. "S-somebody m-might see..." The immortal said, puffing out her cheeks and averting her eyes. Wet fabric was the worst, it was clinging everywhere, man! She half wanted to flop down in the sand as she made it from the water, but that was the last thing she needed, to be wet and have sand in her crevices.

"I don't know how else to be," he commented, shaking his head as he made it to the warmer sand, turning and plopping his rear down roughly. "So?" he raised a brow at her to her own comment of someone seeing. "If it wasn't for the fact that I don't want sand in unmentionables... I'd probably take off my shorts," his smile was one of those to rival the devil as his legs bent so he could rest his arms on his knees.

"W-well..." Martyr turned away from him, and looked up at the sky. "I suppose I am w-wearing underw-wear, and that's k-kinda like a s-swim s-suit..." she smused. The sad thing was, Daemien could probably talk her into so much worse. No seriously, everyone has a pierced stomach these days... W-w-well, okay... She reached back towards her zipper arm contorting behind her backside. She slowly pulled it down and began shrugging out of the wet dress. She tried so hard to keep it from touching the ground because she didn't want it caked in sand.

His brows nearly touched his damn hairline as he hadn't expected her to actually take it off. His head lifted as those cat-like eyes snagged on her, unblinking as he watched her step out of it. ... She's ballsy in the strangest of ways... It was like a light bulb flickered in his head, the corner of his mouth twitching into a devious smirk. What else can I get her to do? "Isn't that better?" He mused, easing his surprised and cat-staring expression, those brows reluctant to lower however.

That poor little reaper was in so much trouble. It wasn't her fault! She was gullible, man... She moved to drape the dress over the railing to dry, her arms moving to fold over her intimate areas, since, well.. They were white. "Y-yes, it's l-less... c-clingy.." Matyr admitted with a firm little nod of her head.

The not-so-poor-or-little vampire had an etching grin on his face as he laid back in the sand, moving his hands to rest behind his head. Tilting much like a dog as he appreciated the view for a moment. Sure, it was Martyr and a pain in the ass, but he was still a man, dammit. And he'd already hit it. His nose crinkled at the mention of clingy, "clingy tends to be an undesirable trait." There was a double meaning behind that, but it sounded like he was talking about the dress.

The immortal nodded, "Y-yeah.. It sticks t-t-to p-places and it's unc-comfortable..." Then she finally looked over at him, and her arms folded tighter around herself. Her cheeks burned and she looked self conscious, but she couldn't yell at him for looking. He'd seen more of her than that. So instead of scolding him, she just turned those eyes back away. "S-so... The uh.. w-weather is n-nice."

"I could imagine," he mused, as his hazels drifted over her. He was enjoying the view of her squirming almost as much as the view itself. It was the weather comment that had his coarse laughter rolling off his tongue. "... Did you just make a comment on the weather?" Ever the one to call someone out on their shit, those brows stayed lifted as he gave her the realllly? expression.

Wet legs shifted, and pressed together as the girl continued to squirm--unaware that he was enjoying that particular view. Then he called her out, and she lowered her head, cheeks burning red as she took in a breath. Idiot. She scolded herself and turned those eyes to him for a split second, "Uhm.. W-w-well..." she nodded her head, just going with it. "Y-yup, it's all s-sunny and stuff.."

The shifting legs didn't go unnoticed, blatantly as he made a point to look at them. Hazels drifted back up to those burning cheeks as he had that evil fucking grin. "It is sunny," he commented, snickering as he lifted himself from the sand, ignoring the granules that were now stuck to his back as he stared up at her with squinted eyes against the sun. "Too sunny," he mumbled before pushing off from the ground to his feet, brushing himself off. He was going to have a hell of a time getting that sand off him, but oh well.

Temperature didn't bother the reaper too much, though she preferred the cold over the hot. Most people seemed to think that the sunny weather was the best weather, so it was easier to just agree with that, when one didn't really care one way or another. "M-maybe a little t-t-too sunny.." she said, glancing back at him. "Y-you g-going home?"

Though he didn't burst into flames in the sunlight, he was still a nocturnal creature, preferring the light of the moon over the sun any day. Those hazel hues were better meant for seeing in the dark than the light, leaving him at a disadvantage during those bright hours. He gave up on trying to brush himself off, glancing down at his shorts before looking back up to her. "Most likely. There's only so much comfort wet shorts can offer," he snickered, giving her a good once over. "If you want, I'm sure Eva will be happy to loan you some dry clothes."

The immortal looked over at him, and then turned her eyes back to her dress. She didn't like the thought of trying to get that wet fabric over her body. It'd be like the time she put on those wet, cold panties, but times a thousand. She nodded slowly, "Y-yeah.. I'd app-preciate that." The reaper said with a nod, moving to collect her dress, and turning back to him.

"Let's go then," he nodded his head in the direction of the stairs that lead up to the dock pier, turning as he started leading her toward the direction of his home. He glanced over his shoulder at her, a smirk appearing in pure amusement that she was going to be walking around in her undergarments. Sorry, Mar. He hadn't brought a towel!

"Ok-kay," the ever obedient reaper mumbled. This was like a walk of shame and a fucking half. Martyr had one arm draping the dress in front of her poom, and her other resting in front of her breasts. Unfortunately, there was nothing to cover her ass, so she just kinda, casually stepped in front of him, hoping he'd take the hint.

A glance to see her trying to cover her, he fully watched her with a questionable look as she moved to step in front of him, it dawning on him why in only a couple seconds. The view of her rear through those wet panties was enough of a hint and he snickered, continuing on and blocked the view of her ass to those passing by. After a moment where walking in such a way became rather tedious, he just took a final step toward her, looping his arm around her waist and just... hoisted her up. With dat ass pressed against his abdomen, arm pinning that dress to her front as he began to easily stride forward in the direction of the warehouses. "Better," he confirmed as it was much easier to walk without having to worry about tripping over her while simultaneously playing her booty cover.

It would have been nice to have some warning, because when he looped his arm around her waist, she let out a little bit of a yelp and squirmed against him. After he spoke those syllables and she figured out what in the world he was doing, she calmed down and let out a breathy sigh of relief. "Th-thanks.. I think I sh-should have j-just kept the d-dress on..." she admitted, abashed.

It probably would've been nice... but that's not exactly how Daemien cared to do things. The squirming against him brought out a light growl, however. Because well... half naked and squirming chick that he'd already slept with once squirming. He didn't release his grip on her at all though, carrying her forward as he slipped between two warehouses, taking a short cut to West End. "Don't be ridiculous," he mused, a grin as he glanced up at her, then down to where her butt was pressed to him. "You don't hear me complaining." He scoffed.

There were a million thoughts going on in that pretty little head. Am I too heavy? Are my panties riding up? Is he uncomfortable... Then he spoke those words, and she relaxed against him as best she could. Ceasing the squirming as she let out a breath. "W-well, thanks," she repeated.

His eyes rolled to her gratitude, snickering beneath his breath. "Don't think anything of it... seriously." He grumbled the last part, not wanting to get the impression that he was doing something nice for her. If she tried, he'd claim selfish reasons. She wasn't heavy to him, that was easily shown as he was only holding her with one arm, the other dangling at his side as he carried them through the spaces between the warehouses until they made it to his street on the other side. He glanced around until he spotted the house less than a quarter block down the street, turning them both in that direction as he continued to walk.

There wasn't much she could do anyways, to help him along, so she just kind of...hung there. Her arms made an effort to cover her front half as she chewed on her lip. "Ok-kay, then.. I w-w-won't if you d-don't w-want me too." The vampire was doing something nice, even if he had alternative motives, but she wouldn't give him shit for it. Last thing she needed was for him to steal her clothes and lock her out.

Or be a total dick and just... drop her on the pavement and leave her there. Which was a highly likely response from the vampire. "Good," he muttered, glancing at her with those narrowed hazels. At this point, it was hard to determine if he was always glaring at her... or if it was just his face.. he did have a bit of a slant to his eyes. And a major resting bitchface. Within a few moments, they were standing at his door, him about to reach for the door knob when it was pulled open by Eva. A cheeky grin spread on the woman's face as she took in the sight of the two, giggling under her breath. "Have fun you two?" She pulled the door open wide, moving out of the way as she nodded her head toward the interior of the home. "C'mon, I'll get you both some dry clothes." Her smile was warm as she looked at the two. Mar had gotten a free pass through her association with her Master. The Blood King lowered Mar to her feet when they'd made it through the doorway, a roll of his eyes to Eva. "Her fault... sparkle... " he growled under his breath.

That redness spread across her face, and then her toes were touching the ground. She balanced on them, fun fact, her heels almost never made contact with the floor. "W-we w-went...s-swimming.." she shot a glare right back to Eva's master, and then closed her eyes warmly to Eva. "Thank y-y-you v-very m-much..." she whispered as she moved inside. "I m-made one little sparkle j-joke," she said and rolled her eyes. "When are y-you g-going to g-get over it?"

Eva had to cover her mouth with her hand to hide the laughter that threatened to spill from her mouth, but she couldn't hide it in her eyes. "Oh my," she mumbled behind that delicate hand. Lowering the hand after a moment of collecting herself, she reached a hand out to Mar's shoulder, extending the other to inside. "Come on, let's get you out of those wet clothes." A smirk over her shoulder to her master as she could only imagine how he took that. "Don't make that mistake with my twin..." he informed Mar, following them inside after closing the door behind him. "I threw you in the water, she'll want you dead." He shook his head. The Blood King sadly took the joke better than his twin ever would. "And I might get over it........ with help." There goes that devilish grin again..

Eyes trailed back to him, when he mentioned that he needed help getting over it. She bit into her lip for a second, and then turned her eyes away because Eva was herding her off. She loved his pet, because she was so nice--at least to Martyr. She looked back over towards her and began walking. "Um.. Ok-kay.. I never g-g-got to thank you.. F-for t-taking c-care of m-me while I w-was...sleeping."

A soft smile was given to Martyr, as well as a light shake of her head. With her arm draped lightly over the reaper's shoulder, fingers curled around the other shoulder joint. "It was no problem. Besides, would you expect him to do it?" Her head tilted toward Mar as she whispered lightly, a soft smile on her face as she nodded in the Blood King's direction, edging them closer to the room that Eva kept her belongings, even if she didn't sleep. "I heard that.." he wrinkled his nose, and he had a look that said hell no I wouldn't. "Since you've got her taken care of.." he grunted, moving around the two women and heading for his own room. "I've got sand in places I don't even wanna talk about." His coarse laughter spilled free into the room.

Martyr shook her head, "N-no w-way, I'm surprised he d-didn't j-just leave m-me there," she said with an airy chuckle as she headed to the room. Then Daemien spoke of his sandy spaces and she blushed, "He's g-got sand in his ch-checker b-box.." she said and took in a deep breath. "Th-thanks for the cl-clothes...again."

"He has his moments," barely audible from his little pet as she shifted her gaze to him with a knowing smile, only to get a glare shot her way, seeming unfazed by it. Her whimsical laughter spread free as Martyr mentioned his 'checker box', and it was clear he'd told her about the playing checkers thing. They might've had a good laugh about it. "Again, it's no problem." She gave Mar a reassuring squeeze to her shoulder as she pushed open the door to her room. It held no bed, for the woman never slept, but it had plenty of other things. A large vanity where she did her hair and makeup, an elegant couch off-set against a wall, two wardrobes brimming with clothes. She slid her arm away from the reaper, moving ahead to a wardrobe as she tugged open the doors. "Alright, what are you most comfortable in?" she inquired, peering over her shoulder with those caramel hues.

Following her into the room, she looked around and cupped her hands in front of herself. "Uhm.. M-mostly anything, as long as it c-covers my.. W-well.. My secret z-zones," she said, which was odd, coming from a reaper standing there in a wet bra and panties, but... Dude, Daemien was very persuasive!

A soft giggle left Eva as she turned back to the wardrobe, choosing a dress that was a bit more showy than the one Mar had likely been wearing, but her 'secret zones' would be well covered. It was lacy over the front, soft and flowing at the bottom and a gentle orchid that could almost pass as white. Holding the hanger in one hand, she held the dress out with the other. "This would look lovely with your eyes.. I would loan you some jeans and a shirt but..." she gave the reaper an apologetic smile, "I don't know if my jeans would be that comfortable for you." Her nice way of saying girl, you're booty too big for my jeans.

Martyr almost immediately picked up what she put down, and lowered those pretty eyes. "P-probably n-not.. I have t-to get a c-certain k-kind of j-jeans." Big Booty Judies. Biting into her lip, she took the dress that was held out. "Th-thank y-you v-very m-much, Evalynn." How did someone so kind end up with someone so cruel? She'd never know. Then again, she wasn't really one to talk anymore.

Her head tilted as she heard the shower spring to life, assuming Daemien had given up on getting the sand off him without help of the shower and turned her caramels on her. "I believe he's taking a shower, but if you would like to take a shower yourself, I doubt he'll take long." Her nose crinkled slightly as she edged toward the door. "I detest letting salt water linger for too long, dries out the skin." She reached the door, giving the reaper a knowing smile. "Or you could always join him, I doubt he'll complain." A soft chuckle, a smile to let her know she was just lightly teasing as she eased the door almost closed, calling through the crack left. "I can wash your dress for you if you leave it there, sweetheart." And she was gone to leave the reaper with her room with the options laid out for her, giving her the room to change as well.

Setting down her wet dress, Martyr sat there for a moment. Clutching the clean dry dress in her arms, the reaper sat alone with her thoughts. Or so she thought...
For crying out loud, Martyr.. just go do it.
Why do you have to listen in?!
It's my job...
Well...stop it!
I agree with Phoenix, you should do it.
Speck, do you even know what we're talking about?
Yeah, playing checkers.. I can't see the pieces so I can't play, but it seems fun enough from what I've learned about it.
Speck, get the hell out of here.
You're not the boss of me!
Technically.. I'm older, so I am.
I don't see your point.
Very funny, bat.
Will you two stop arguing?!
We will if you go do it.
You're....a butt..
With that, she started off towards the bathroom.

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From live play with Martyr~

He growled when she planted her feet and tugged back, whipping around again to face her. Keeping one hand on her upper arm, he reached into his back pocket for a roll of bills, holding it up and shaking it in front of her. "Come with me, and you'll get this. Kapeesh?" There was likely a couple grand there in his hand. "Keep bitching, and I'll knock you out and take you anyways. Pick one." He narrowed his eyes for a moment before they widened some, becoming more suspicious than irritated. "...Don't remember?" He took a step toward her, eyes darting as he looked into hers. "... What's the last thing you remember?"

"I c-can't j-just t-take your m-money for n-nothing.." she shook her head. She was like a well-programmed robot. That's what Aviana's powers did to her, though. She could manipulate her memories, lock them away, and give them a goal. That's what she did with Martyr. Got annoyed, gave her a goal, and nothing else mattered. She couldn't exactly remember who she was at the moment. What was the last thing she remembered? "...You offering m-me m-money t-to come w-with you and then asking m-me what the last thing I r-remembered w-was.." Believe it or not, she wasn't being a smart ass.

"Sure you can. If you're that much of a pain in the ass about it, you can do my dishes." He sneered, then raised a brow as she told him what she remembered last. They narrowed at her, but not as a glare. He was studying her and assessing her. From her heart rate, she wasn't lying. ".... Do you remember the car just a few minutes ago?" Who gave this bitch amnesia?!

"I c-can't accept that," she said with a shake of her head. How could that be fun for Aviana? So what did you do last night? Someone's dishes... She'd be one pissed off half sister. She was smart enough to completely manipulate the girl. "Y-yes, I r-remember the c-car...and b-before the c-car... b-but you c-came up, and I haven't m-made any m-money t-tonight..." she said with a pout.

He narrowed his eyes at her, an irritated growl escaping him. "I'm not going to fuck you," he informed her, shaking his head. It was one of his rules, man! No paying money for puss. He was never that desperate. He shrugged, his hand still curled around her arm as he tried to tug her forward again, "Who's your 'boss' or 'pimp' or whatever?"

"W-well, okay, b-but...!" she grunted as she tried to reclaim her arm from him with a little tug. "You g-gotta l-let m-me g-go so I c-can f-find a c-c-customer!" she huffed lightly. Then he asked about her pimp and her brows knitted together. "I d-don't know..." she knew that she had one, but it was as if they were a distant, shadowy memory.

He stopped but didn't turn around just yet. Instead, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He was trying to remind himself to get to the bottom of what was going on instead of just knocking out the reaper and carrying her like a sack of potatoes. Though her resistance was growing on his nerves. He looked over his shoulder at her, his hand like a steel vice on her arm but he stopped tugging her. He decided to another approach. "Are you aware that in Japan, a man would pay a woman named a Geisha for their time? Not sex, but just to spend time and pay attention to him. Would that suit? Or are you going to be strict for taking a dick?" Well, he tried to keep his words from being snide, being mostly successful.

Eyes trailed to him, and she slanted her expression lightly. "M-my n-name isn't G-geisha it's..." she stopped for a moment. "...it's... Hm..." A soft huff left her, and she shook her head. "I'm s-sorry, b-but... I... w-well, I g-guess it c-can't hurt t-to spend some t-time w-with you b-but I've g-gotta get b-back to w-work soon, ok-kay?..."

"No, Geisha is the name of the profession. They're very classy women, no physical contact given to the men. They play games, they talk, the women sometimes dance... but keep their clothes on." He explained, before shaking his head. "Not the point..." He blinked, raising a brow at her. "Your name is Martyr." He sighed, but he'd take what he could get. It was better than fighting with her and trying to drag her the whole way. "Fine." He nodded his head in the direction that he had been pulling her, having at least made it out of Kabuki Street. "Let's go then."

"M-martyr..." what a silly name... Eyes squinted at him for a moment as if she were trying to figure him out, and then in slow, long strides, she moved to follow after him, allowing him to lead her away from the street. Her brain was killing her now, the further she got away. It was like there was a voice in there, screaming at her. The stride slowed and she squeezed her eyes shut as if to shake it away with a violent toss of her head.

"Real name's Caia, I think I heard you say.." he shrugged, moving forward as he kept his hand on her arm but loosened his grip since she seemed to move with him willingly now. But when she slowed and shook her head in such a way, he stopped his stride and looked at her. "What's wrong now?" he sighed, looking almost exasperated.

Caia... How in the world had he remembered that? Especially when she hadn't right now. She touched a hand to her ear and gave her head another shake. "N-nothing...m-my head j-just f-feels f-fuzzy..." she admitted and swallowed hard. Her brain was screaming at her to get back to work, that her goal wasn't completed, and she was fighting it, something she'd never done before.

He was an entity that most --including his sister-- didn't think he paid attention nearly as much as he did. He often seemed uncaring, oblivious or just ignored those around him, but that wasn't the case. He gave her a strange look, moving closer to her as she said her head felt fuzzy and was shaking her head. Someone was messing with her head, he knew plenty of those that used mind tricks. And it looked as if Mar had been a latest victim for one of 'em. His hand reached out, a curled index finger tucking beneath her chin to try to lift her gaze up to him. Perhaps looking for that glazed, hazy look in her eyes, any hint to what kind of mind tricks it could be. He knew the look in someone's eyes when hypnotized, as it was the look he saw frequently when he used it on his own. There was a distant, far away look when it was an illusionist, like Kotatsu, the kitsune.

There was one more shake of her head before he was tucking his finger beneath her chin. She granted her eyes when he silently requested them and sure enough, there was a distant hazy look in those pretty purple eyes. She mistook it, though. "D-did you change y-your mind?"

It was a test, a small one to see just how strong the spell on her was. He was very familiar with that hazy look. A red tinge spread through those hazel irises, his expression softening as he attempted to use his pull on her. "Even if I didn't, you don't really want to stick around this dirty street, do you? It's filthy, with one of the worst scum around. Why don't you just come home with me and we can find a better way to amuse ourselves?"

Aviana had a pretty tight leash on her, but that didn't stop Martyr from hesitating, blinking those pretty eyes to resist. "W-well..." she said, as the static in her head got worse. She grabbed it and whimpered softly, then she shook her head. "N-no.. N-no I gotta g-go," she said attempting to pull back.

He pulled back instantly the moment he heard that whimper and the sight of her holding her head. That tinge of red in his irises evaporated immediately as he broke the hypnotizing attempt, "Alright." The hold on her was a strong one, that much he could tell. With his lack of skill, he doubted he could break it. It wasn't a skill he'd really focused much on. He sighed finally, ticking his eyes up to the sky. He couldn't very well just let her go without knowing what was going on with her. His jaw clenched as he turned his gaze down to her. "What if I did change my mind?" Like a flip of a switch, his tone was more sultry, a more pleasant smile on his face. "Better to have your company one way or another right?" The finger curled beneath her chin shifted his thumb to brush across her lips, aiming for persuasion that had nothing to do with his hypnotizing gaze.

The immortal's eyes were pried away, and now snapped back at him. Amazing how she still managed to look innocent while dressed that way and selling herself. "Y-you'll b-be a c-customer...?" she asked softly, when his thumb traced across her lips she softened lightly. She needed him to say yes. The fuzziness in her head began to slowly die down.

He stared at her for a moment, seeming to contemplate for a few seconds before nodding slowly. "How much of your time will.." pulling out that wad of cash, about three grand in large bills held by a money clip, "... this get me?" His brows rose, returning to his sultry nature as he kept playing the game. He seemed to not have much of an option if for whatever reason, leaving this area had her head going fuzzy and he couldn't just leave her there. For some reason... Pretty Woman popped into his head.

It could've been a five, and she'd have probably said the same thing, "As m-much as y-you w-want..." she said and nodded her head. They had a deal, and she'd sold herself. Eyes fell shut and she let out what seemed like a relieved sigh as the fuzziness in her head left completely. Then all of that went to hell when those clear violets resurfaced. "Wh-wha?" she asked looking around. Memories were collected and her cheeks began to burn. "D-d-don't!" she attempted to shove him as hard as she could, "D-don't look at m-me!" if the shove was successful, she'd be running in the opposite direction, a little awkward in heels with a thong riding up her love crack.

He nodded slowly before tilting his head down the way he'd been pulling her. "Shall we, then?" He'd been looking right at her when he saw that shift her eyes, that moment that he saw that hypnotizing spell being broken. Ah, shit. "Marty-..." he'd been about to explain everything when she shoved him, making him take a few stumbling steps back that had him letting go of her arm he'd loosened his grip on moments before that. His arm fell to his side as he heard her outburst and he let out a groan, his eyes lifting toward the sky before closing. Lowering his head suddenly, he shook his head back and forth as he wondered if this chick's blood was worth the trouble. Then the memory of what it could do and what it tasted like flooded through his mind and he let out a growl, looking up to see that awkward run in those heels and clothes a bit too revealing. "Martyr.. get your ass back here." He sighed, starting off in a brisk jog, like when he'd chased her down the first time.

Don't worry, Daemien... She didn't blame him, she blamed Aviana. It was cloudy, but clear enough for her to know that he'd cone nothing but take care of her. She might give him the Spongebob look later when she wasn't completely overwhelmed with embarrassment. For now, the wind seemed to be picking up as she worked to pull the skirt down to have it cover more of herself as she continued to run in an awkward, slow way. If Daemien paid attention, he might notice little whirlwinds picking up randomly.

That brisk jog broke into a faster pace, not quite sprinting but running fast enough to catch up to her. His eyes darted to those little tornadoes, brows raising as he looked back to her. She can control wind. His suspicions were made clear tonight, as the two other times she'd done it around him, the first could've been passed off as a freak incident. The second? Not so much as they'd been in his home. This time.. he put the fact the wind picked up when she got emotional over something. Like it was a power that she couldn't quite control yet when she was upset. He ran up behind her, calling out once more. "Martyr, c'mon, slow down." He tried to reach out and snag her arm to get her to stop running. Normally, he'd put on his douchebag face and tell her to get over it. But... he knew the type of person she was well enough by now to know that selling your body for money was something that she wouldn't take to. Hell, she freaked when she found out people did it... But doing it herself? He winced a bit, unwelcome sympathy washing over him.

It was a power that wasn't meant for her. Something that Nazareth had brought onto her, it was unnatural. So, yeah... When she got emotional, the wind reacted. Those powers would only grow. When he snagged her arm, she uttered a little bit of a cry and the wind seemed to pick up greater. She stopped running when he grabbed her, but her entire body was trembling and those blackout eyes turned back to him.

He sighed when she cried out at the grab, but at least she stopped running. He could feel the trembling that flowed through her arm, but he didn't let go, even as that wind grew fiercer. "Martyr, relax. To my knowledge... I don't think you did anything." He tried to reason with her, hazels meeting those blackened hues as he took another step forward.

Part of her wanted to shake Aviana really hard for this one. She was lucky that Daemien found her, because--sure, it would've worn off after she got an agreement, but what if it wasn't Dae? What if it was someone mean spirited and stronger than her? The possibilities were ringing in her head, not to mention all the people that saw her like this. A little shriek rang out at him as he tried to tell her to relax, that cruel wind began swirling harder around them both.

Even the heavy dreads that hung half-way down his back were shifting in that wind, not flying about everywhere but there was definitely movement. He aimed to pull her toward him, a hand coming out to try to get a hold of her jawline, if successful he'd be going for cupping her face with his hands. Trying to get that eye contact, though not to hypnotize her, she'd had enough of that tonight. He'd glance to the swirling wind, the mini tornadoes that were moving around before returning his gaze to her. "You need to calm down, Martyr. It's over, you didn't do anything. Sure, the outfit is a bit less than classy, but I doubt anyone will even remember it by tomorrow."

Deep breaths were taken in as the reaper trembled and stared back at him. Slowly, she felt herself calming, it was the wind that died first, then the blackness as violets returned to their wide-eyed state. She stammered and trembled, still working to cover her body. "I'd n-never..." she whispered softly, feeling those knees grow weak as the suicidally depressed reaper threatened to give up on the world.

He sighed, gritting his teeth as he felt that pang of sympathy again. Though he'd thought he liked to see those obnoxiously happy people break, seeing it with his own eyes only made that assumption to be a lie. It was a pathetic sight, one of those sights that kind of made you lose hope in the world. "No, you wouldn't," he shook his head, not quite knowing what she was going to say, but if it pertained to prostitution, he doubted she would. He noticed her trying to cover herself, the wind dying down as he let go of her jaw, taking a step back so he could remove his shirt. It was loose on him, and he was relatively well-built, even if he wasn't that big. Untangling the fabric from his multitude of necklaces with a couple tugs, he held it out to her. It wasn't much, but at least less skin would be shown if it would make her feel better. "Who did this to you?"

Watery eyes stared up at him as he agreed, and her jaw clenched lightly. When he took a step back, she wavered on her own feet. There was a huge part of her that wanted to fall over and curl up into a ball, willing all of her organs to fail at once. It was the gesture of him giving her the shirt that kept her upright. She stared for a moment, and slowly took it. Climbing into it, the fabric fell and covered her torso and rolled over her backside. "M-my s-sister, Avi.." she said with a shake of her head. "She l-likes t-to...p-play t-tricks.."

Those arms fell to her sides and she nodded her pretty head. "I f-feel b-better," she admitted again. There was something deep within her that told her it was a bandaid and she was secretly still miserable, but she swallowed that down. "Thanks f-for that," she whispered and then moved to collect the big shards that missed and toss them into the dumpster.

"Good," he nodded... at least until he saw her start to pick up the broken glass. He rolled his eyes dramatically and groaned, refraining from facepalming. "Leave it to you, Hero.." he mumbled under his breath, shaking his head at the girl who'll break bottles in an alley... but stop to clean them up after. "Kind of defeats the purpose of breaking things if you clean them up, too."

"W-what if someone c-cuts themselves? I'll f-feel awful.." No, Martyr... You won't know... Martyr carefully began to put each shard into the trash bin. It would've been a lot easier if she had more control over her wind power, but with that, she needed the Sword of Gailey, which she rarely kept on her. Why risk looking scary?

"If they cut themselves, it's their fault for waltzing into a dark alley in West End like an idiot," he made a point, those brows raising to further that point. I mean, really! There was a reason he picked a dingy alley, if they walked in there at all, they were looking to get shivved one way or another.

Looking at that expression and listening to his words, she lowered those pretty eyes. "I w-wish I c-c-could j-just n-not c-care the w-way you d-do..." admitted Martyr as she finished picking up all that she could, and then brushed off the glass particles beneath the shirt, against the mini skirt. Life would've been a lot easier.

"It's not all butterflies and rainbows," he muttered, more words spoken under his breath. He cared more than he let on, but he wouldn't let her know that. Those that he didn't care about... he wished he could feel guilt over, but didn't. Instead, those that he did care about gave him looks that made him feel like shit about it. It was a vicious cycle, and seemingly never-ending.

To someone that cared too much? That felt obligated to save everything? Not caring seemed like a vacation and a half. She'd sought out Aviana's help for it before, but the younger reaper refused. Maybe because she knew what it was like. Arms dropped to her sides and she lowered her head as she walked towards him. "Let's g-go."

Maybe for some time, but lack of care tended to turn on into a psychopath or a monster in one way or another. And the worst part, is they didn't care when it happened. Her walking towards him, he turned his hazels on her and nodded. "Alright, let's get out of here." She'd at least been destructive for a while, it was a sight that he was amused with. He stepped off the side walk, waiting for her to join him as he started making his way toward the direction of his home.

Martyr looked like a kid that scored the winning goal for the other team as she walked in that painfully defeated manner. Eva would probably succeed in cheering her up, but knowing her luck, she'd be going out for a hunt or something. She couldn't imagine Daemien being very happy if she shared her blood with his bitch, unless it was an absolute emergency, and even then...

"Cheer up," he coaxed, nudging her hip with his as he raised his brows at her. Seems the sound of breaking bottles puts the brute in a good mood. Unusually so. Yay for destructive habits? "I could always throw you in the water again," he teased, snapping his teeth in her direction. He was trying to cheer her up, and he didn't understand why. Maybe because moping was a drag, as he did enough of it himself. It worked for him, The Broody Blood King. The Broody Hero was just.. a sad sight even he didn't want to see. Because feeling sympathy wasn't something he liked to feel all that much.

Eyes trailed up to him and she forced a smile on her face for him alone, "N-no, d-don't d-d-do that," she said softly, and lowered her eyes to the ground. "I'm s-sorry.." she whispered and wrapped those hanging arms around herself before swallowing hard. "B-besides I'm w-wearing your clothes.."

"You're wearing a shirt that I have at least a dozen of, you're fine." He snickered, shaking his head as those dreads drifted over bare flesh of his back. "You sure though?" He peered at her, mischief glinting in his eyes as that wicked smile started stretching across his face. His fingers were twitching at his sides... Run, Mar! Ruuuuuuuuuun.

"Lemme ch-check... Y-yeah, I p-pretty sure..." said Martyr, running her fingers through her hair. Those eyes trailed over to him, and she tilted her head. Why's he looking at me like that...? A few steps were taken away from him, and she casually began to walk at a faster pace.

"You realllly sure?" That grin to rival the devil was at it again, spreading wider to expose those horrific teeth as he started to raise his hands slowly like he was going to grab at her. "I think it's a great night for a swim." His brows rose higher, that glint in his eyes shining brighter like he was suddenly Dracula about to swoop down on a damsel... oh... right...

Looking back at him, her eyes widened. Never before did she look like such a damsel, like such prey. She looked vulnerable in that moment as she squeezed her eyes shut and took off running barefoot into the night. She didn't want to go into the water, okay!? A little yelp left her as she picked up speed.

And just like any wild animal, running... just meant they were going to give chase. Sudden movements, man! Those eyes bled through with crimson, mixing in with the hazel as he darted after the damsel. His own feet slapped at the ground, though not as loud as one would expect from the brutish vampire as he broke out into a sprint after her. Whether he was actually going to toss her in the water or not.. who knows. But now he was chasing after her.. and it probably looked a bit sketchy considering their surroundings...

Considering she had been dressed like a hooker moments ago? Yeah this had a Ripper feel to it for sure! Martyr cried out and squeezed those pretty eyes shut. A little scream left her, because come on! As thrilling as this was, he was chasing her! You couldn't not scream when you turned around and saw someone gaining on you!

At least in this moment, he had a less sadistic grin on his face that leaned more towards a playful smirk as he was gunning after her. And no, if you ask him about the Ripper, he'd tell you a story about a very particular Phoenix. If Jack was chasing her... well, that would just be a bad day and a never-ending fight between two entities that just won't die. The scream only had that coarse laughter spilling free as he chased after her, taking even and quick breaths as he ran after her.

Was she going to fight Jack? She didn't want to fight Jack! Who's Jack? Martyr's legs carried her a bit faster, as she bolted through the night. This time she wasn't looking back, because if she had, she probably would've screamed again! At least this was getting her mind off of the crippling depression that was grasping her very soul? That was something, right? Right??

No, it was doubtful she would fight Jack, if she ever met Jack that is. He's just a madman, it's cool. He pushed himself harder, the further he pushed himself, the more he panted, but it didn't seem to bother him any. Those legs carried him faster, harder and he pushed himself to gain on her more. To him, this was the equivalent of a dog sticking it's head out of a window in a car ride, the chase. The hunt. This time, it was for fun, just playing. The easy smile he had on his face said that, as well as the lack of hunger glinting in his eyes. But that didn't mean he didn't have a goal, dammit!

What the hell was the goal?! WHAT IS THE GOAL?! Martyr was sure she was going to be fish food if he caught her, and she really didn't feel like swimming, damn it! Though the last time they had fun... It was that train of thought that would get her caught. A bare foot stepped down on a piece of abandoned glass from a bottle, and she felt the pain radiate up her leg as she sailed forwards like she'd just been shot. Her foot lifted like an injured puppy and she toppled over. She looked around for him, and if she found him, she'd be showing him her mangled, glass impaled foot like, this. THIS IS WHY WE CLEAN UP OUR MESSES!

NOT TELLIN'!! Shh, it was a surprise... or it was going to be until she took a spill and was pointing her foot at him like it was all his fault. Which it likely was. He had only been maybe 15 feet back from her as he slowed, boots slapping at the pavement as he slowed his progress to her and halted. He rolled his eyes at her Show and Tell, shaking his head. "I've torn your throat out... broken your spine... crushed your heart.... very literally, I may add..." holding up a finger for emphasis before pointing it at the glass sticking out of her foot. "And this is what you're going to give me shit about?" His brows rose as he approached, "it's not even that bad." Yeah... riiiiight. His hand curled around her ankle, giving her a look like you ready? Was the fucker really going to pull it out? He was going to try if she let him...

Why the hell wouldn't she have given him shit about this? It totally proved her point about leaving broken glass around willy-nilly! It was almost as if some devine entity made it happen for her own amusement. The immortal couldn't help but smirk at his words, and then he was grabbing her ankle. She leaned back on her hands and stared up at him. A firm little nod was given as he waited for him to tear out that glass.

It wasn't going to stop him. Nope. He was going to be the glass fairy now, spreading around that glittery doom slivers all over town! Probably not, but it's fun to imagine Daemien in a tutu with a wand. With her ankle held by his hand, he used the other to grasp hold of the sliver of glass, glancing down to her when she gave him that nod and he didn't hesitate even a moment before he was tearing that bitch free from her foot.

If he did that, she'd probably dress up like some two cent copy of R2D2 with a broom and one of those handled dust pans, sweeping up after him. B-beep, b-beep, b-boop beep! She didn't so much as squeak when he yanked it out. Her eyes ticked lightly and she bit her lip, because it was in a bad spot directly on the arch of her foot.

He held up the sliver of glass, raising a brow at the fact she hadn't made a sound to it being yanked out. Not bad, Hero... He tossed it into a nearby dumpster, making a face at her like happy? Though would likely make up for it later with more shattered glass. A glance was made to her foot, making sure there were no hidden pieces, and there wasn't that he could see, so he put her foot back down to let it heal on it's own.

Baby Duckling: Imprint
Part 2 of Mopey Hookers


After getting home, he'd long since given on playing clown to try to cheer up the mopey reaper. Eva'd been waiting for him after the telepathic call he'd sent her. Greeting him at the door, she raised a brow at the two, mainly because Mar was now wearing his shirt and wondered if they'd gotten into trouble again or he'd tossed her in the ocean yet again. Dae waved her off, telling her that he was going to get a drink and sending her another message through his head you deal with her.

With Dae leaving Eva to do the tricky business of trying to cheer up the reaper. Pretty much anything she could think of, even did some girly crap with her like dress-up and make-up and all that business. Brought her to Diana so she could see the slow progress being made of the fledgling. But really, Eva was at a loss. After everything she'd tried... it didn't seem to work. Coming out of her room with Martyr in tow by the hand, she shook her head at Dae. I tried.. Her expression was apologetic, but she was at a loss.

Still depressed, but not smelling like lilacs and sunshine, she followed after Eva with an apologetic look on her sad face. She was probably comparable to a certain character on Winnie the Poo. In fact, even said, thanks f-for t-trying to cheer m-me up, n-not that I'm w-worth your t-time anyhow... Her already long lashes were now ridiculously so since Eva had washed off the whorey hooker make up and replaced it with a more subtle look. Martyr usually relied on natural beauty so it was a change for her. She played the role of dress up doll really well, and managed to smile a few times when Eva tried on the dresses she made.

It didn't change anything, though. The depression was real, man! Why wouldn't it be? The village she wasn't even in charge of--her birthright--was getting attacked almost daily. Her friends ditched her leaving her to make horrible choices with Daemien. Her mom was dead, her dad was awful. Her daughter didn't need her. Martyr's closest friend died.... There was a lot more, but the player was getting sad just thinking about it. So she dragged her feet behind Eva, mumbling some form of a stammering apology.

The Blood King pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a sigh before peeking out of one eye at the reaper. "Really? Even Eva's magic didn't do the trick?" For whatever reason he didn't even know, that New York dame knew how to pull him out of his shitty moods. She had a knack for taking care of people. Eva lifted her shoulders in a shrug, "I tried... but that mood isn't going anywhere," she reached out, not being as irritable with the mopey reaper as the alpha was, making a gesture of tucking one of those curly locks behind Mar's ear. She looked over to Dae, giving him a sorry, darlin' sort of look. He nodded, sighing as he waved her off. "Why don't you go hunt? I'm sure you could use a break." I did. And he was probably doing a horrible job and making her feel worse about it, because he's a dick like that.

Looking between the two, Martyr suddenly felt even worse. You can't do anything right... Now Eva feels bad because you feel bad... Those eyes fell shut when Eva pushed one of her curls back, and she swallowed hard. She gave her an apologetic look before dropping her gaze to the floor and moving to take a spot on the couch, resting her hands onto her lap and hanging her head. She looked like Bambi when his mom got shot in the face.

Eva looked between Dae and Mar, chewing on her bottom lip which only poked those pointy teeth out even more, giving him that you sure...? look. He nodded to her once before tilting his head toward the door. "Go ahead, we'll be fine here." She seemed skeptical, perhaps wondering if he was up to something before she sighed. She would give him lip now and then, be sassy as hell, but she wouldn't directly say no to him when he told her something like that. She strode over, giving the reaper's shoulder a comforting brush and squeeze. "Lighten up, sweetie. It's only as bad as it seems right now, it'll look different in the morning." She tried to give her some comforting words before she strode out of the living room and made her departure to go hunt since Daemien was home now. He looked at her, peering over the rim of his whisky glass before his eyes narrowed. "Is this really just about the hooker thing?" Sure it was embarrassing, but he didn't think it was that bad.

When she recieved that brush to her shoulder and the comforting words, she offered a weak smile to Eva. She offered a nod, something of gratitude, and then she was gone and Daemien was asking that awful question. Martyr looked over to him. Did he really care? Brows knitted together in a half-hearted confusion before she slowly shook her curly head. "N-no, it's a l-lot of stuff..." she whispered softly, dragging those eyes back to her knees where her hands rested.

He didn't really. He just couldn't fathom the hooker thing being the sole reason why she was so depressed. To his knowledge, she hadn't actually fucked anyone for money. He rolled his eyes lightly as she went on, shaking his head. "Someone shoot your puppy? You've got that shot-puppy look." He snickered, reaching for the bottle he'd actually brought with him this time to pour himself another drink.

To her knowledge, her puppies have not yet been shot. Still, she totally had that look. When he asked, it managed to make her even sadder, the thought of someone shooting a puppy. "N-n-n-no... It's j-just a l-lot of things... I t-try to b-be cheerful, b-but..." Tears fell from her eyes and sank into the fabric of the dress as she hung her head. "I'm s-sad most of the t-time."

He made a face as she let out the mopiest, emo shit he'd heard in some time. "Should've known it was a ploy," he muttered, snickering as he glanced over to her. He'd already downed that damned glass and was just about to pour another finger or two of the whisky when the tip of the bottle revealed it was empty. "I need more booze," he grumbled, standing to his feet as he looked over his shoulder at the now-crying reaper. "Crying now?" He groaned, turning to waltz off into the kitchen for another bottle. "Crying's pointless unless you're going to do something about it," he growled, turning that corner into the kitchen.

Unfortunately, she couldn't drown her problems out with substances. They'd kill her. Plus, there wasn't much to be done. Most of what made her sad couldn't be undone. Val couldn't unfuck her mother, and she couldn't unknow it. Her father wouldn't suddenly become nice, her daughter wouldn't suddenly become a child again. Not a lot in her life could change or would. She didn't say that, but it was pretty apparent on her face as she sniffled inwardly and brushed at her eyes.

Coming back not more than a moment later with a fresh bottle in one hand... and one of those meat mallets in the other, the latter hidden behind his back. He had a smile on his face... which was probably a big indicator that he was up to something, considering it looked sweet. Dae wasn't sweet. He leaned slightly to set the bottle on the side table. "You know what would make everything better?" His voice was sultry, almost a coo to her as he strode slowly up to her, twirling the mallet behind his back with his fingers.

Dae had his moments. They weren't usually sultry and sweet, but they were moments. Like when he actually tried to cheer her up. Or that one time when he didn't kill her. Or the time he carried her back after she went into a long sleep after hunting. Or! Or the time he didn't put her outside when she was in her sex coma. She lifted her eyes just barely, "W-what?" she asked with those big, sad puppy eyes.

Shhhh. He did none of those things, at least that's what he'd say if asked. Deny it to his grave. Though that smile was turning unnaturally sweet as he tilted his head, looking down at her like a not-so-sad puppy. "Taking a bit of a nap," he cooed, his hand coming out from behind his back with that heavy meat mallet. Apparently, he'd gotten tired of her mopey ass at some point in the kitchen, killin' his buzz. He raised his arm, and swung it down, aiming to hit her in the temple with that hard not-so-cooking-friendly-now weapon.

In the temple, though?! Damn, dude! Bless her innocent little heart, because her brows knitted slightly in question, "A n-nap? Wh--" The mallet smacked her right in the side of the head and her eyes widened for a split second before they fell shut and she went right off the couch. Her head smacked hard against the coffee table, smacking at an angle that snapped her little neck. Her arm had slung out and hit the surface of the table, so when she hit the floor, the limb dragged the crystal ball right off and it, too, smacked her in the head. Her body twitched just barely and then stilled.

Pshhhh.... it's fine... she'll be fine... Right?... His brows rose at the mass of destruction one hit with a mallet made. The fall, the coffee table that snapped her neck, even the crystal ball to top it off. At that point, he just sorta... watched her with his head tilted curiously. Is it done yet?.... Wondering if the whole damn house was going to fall on her and crush her. "Oops..." he muttered, looking down at the mallet that had a smear of blood on the edge of it, twirling it around his fingers before shrugging as he tossed it aside. Apparently... you don't kill the Blood King's buzz...

It was almost as if her player made a crappy roll on whether or not she'd stay conscious. Needless to say, she did not stay conscious. Her neck was the first to right itself, snap! Her eyes rolled around in her skull as it and her brain began to heal itself slowly. The sad thing was, she was being quiet! He was the one asking her questions and trying to cheer her up! Why wasn't he happy she wasn't her cheerful self for a change?!

Yeah... it's almost as if her player did exactly that... If she stayed conscious through all that, this player would feel so bad for her. It's cool, though. Because Daemien's asshole and found amusement in it. All the while she was righting herself, healing and fixing her body, he'd sat back down and poured himself a drink like the proper prick he was, taking a sip as those hazels ticked toward her, waiting for her to come back.

It wouldn't be fun if he wasn't amused or a proper prick! Some of the blood oozing out of her head slowly drew back in as the wound stitched itself closed. It took a good while, but finally those violet eyes began to flicker open. She gasped in a quiet breath that expanded her chest as those painted eyelashes fanned the air in front of them.

Acting as if he hadn't just beating her temple in with a damn mallet, he gave her a fake innocent smile after taking a sip of his whisky. "Morning, sunshine. Feel better?" Was he mocking her? Nah... Maybe a little bit...

Pushing herself up into a sitting position, the lost little lamb began to look around the room with those too wide eyes. Then when he spoke out, she visibly jumped and turned to him. She gave him a long, hard, brow furrowed stare as she blinked those eyes at him. As if it would suddenly make her recognize him. She tried to recall something, anything, but she was completely blanked out. He ctrl+A+deleted her.

He stared at her sideways, those hazels shifted to the side and down at her as he kept sipping at his whisky, pausing only to snicker at her jumping. It was the look she gave him that had him pausing and furrowing his brows at her. The best part.... is he forgot about the whole head-trauma thing to reset her. Mildly confused as he lowered his glass, turning to look her head on with his steely gaze. "You alright, Hero?..."

Hero... Was that her name? Martyr's brows sank for a moment, he seemed to know her, but she hadn't a clue who he was. Her lips pressed hard together, and she began to nervously chew on the side of her thumb. Her eyes darted away from the hazels and she looked at the gruesome scene on the floor. Chew chew chew. What had happened here?

He stared at her for a moment like he was trying to figure out what was going on... luckily he wasn't as stupid as he looked. It clicked in his head about the whole reset shenanigan. Just don't hit me in the head.. Add the stuttering in there because Dae refused to let his brain do it. He heard it enough with her. He took the last gulp of his drink before reaching to set the glass aside on the table she hadn't done herself in on, turning back to her with a soft smile that wasn't all that much like him. "How's your head? You took a nasty spill there..." he scooted closer slightly, slowly like he was approaching a stray cat in an alley that looked ready to bolt at any quick movements. His hands curled inward as his smile was absolutely as soft as could be... and fake. "Come here, let me check it out. Make sure it healed okay."

Piecing it together with his lies, she bit into her lip and looked back to him. I fell... That didn't answer the question of who he was...or who she was. Her name was Hero, she knew that at least. When he called over to her, she scooted close to him to present her head. It didn't hurt, but judging by the blood on the floor, it had to have been bad.

The idea of Daemien on a bicycle is for whatever reason hilarious to the player... But for now, he was right there with her each step, holding onto her waist as she made her way to the tub. To her request, he nodded, "I've gotcha." Gripping hold of her waist but not making any move to assist, he watched her ease herself in.... then roll in when he let go of her. Laughing softly, he shook his head. "That's one way to do it..." Some of the water splashed, but he didn't seem to care as he moved to sit on the toilet now that she was in the water. "Not so bad is it?" now that she was in the water.

Slipping slightly, she went under and completely soaked herself. Quickly she popped back up and her hair was everywhere. She had to practice to get into an upright position against the current that she alone caused. She huffed some water from her nose and worked to get the water from her ears before swiping the hair to look around for him, like a duckling that had imprinted, she seemed to lose all that panic when she looked at him. "It's w-warm," she admitted and sat there, running her hands through the water. "You um... y-you have r-really b-big t-teeth..." Like Little Red to the Big Bad Not-Wolf.

He didn't really help her as she sloshed around in the tub. If she drowned in the damn tub, he'd just find that utterly ridiculous. But she seemed to get it as she popped back up lookin' like a mess. He noted the look on her face when it seemed she was looking for him, raising a brow at her and twiddling fingers like right here, darlin'. "Better than cold," he said obviously, then laughed lightly at her next words. Yeah, he caught that. "I'm a vampire." said bluntly to her, raising a brow to her. "The first." Technically it was true, there were two of them but he was two seconds older, dammit. He was technically first, so fuck you, Mira.

"V-vampire..." she said with a nod and didn't show any fear to it as she sat awkwardly in the water and then tilted her head lightly. "Am I a v-vampire?" she asked, her eyes trailing low as if she were trying to look at her own teeth just then. Slowly she was beginning to get more comfortable in this place, which was probably a good thing, it would mean she would be afraid to leave.

He nodded to her echo, planting his elbows on his knees as he rested his chin on clasped hands. Just a normal chat of vampires and... "No, you're a reaper," while she's sitting there bathing and he sits there like a creep praying on an amnesia chick. That... doesn't sound too far fetched for the Blood King, actually. And he wouldn't mind that fact, it just gave him more opportunities to use the little oblivious reaper. Cue some villain laughter in there somewhere.

"R-reaper," she parroted. "I d-don't f-feel like a r-reaper, b-but... You'd know b-better than I..." said Martyr, and slowly lowered herself further into the water to wet her hair some more. Was she clean? She felt clean. "I think I'm d-done," was said after she popped back up and looked up at him.

"Oh, trust me, you're a reaper," he snickered. He had to stop himself from rolling his eyes at the I'm done statement. "You didn't even clean up. Bathing typically means soap," he informed her as he eased himself off the toilet to go to the tub, grabbing up the shampoo. "You've still got blood in your hair."

Old Martyr loved getting clean and smelling nice. She loved baths and showers, swimming. New Martyr didn't like it so much. She seemed to pout when he disputed her status of done. Even then, she held still and watched him.. "S-so what am I l-like?" she asked.

He smirked at her pout, "it's not that bad, c'mon." Sitting on the edge of the tub, he popped open the cap. He was the most awkward caretaker ever. But who else could say they got bathed by the Blood King? So there's that. He just kept reminding himself it'll be worth it later. It took a bit of internal convincing. When she asked what she was like, he wanted to say you're a total pain in my ass, too fucking nice and it makes me want to punch you a lot. But you let me pound you in the butt and feed me regenerating blood, so it's an okay trade off... Instead, he said, "you're a fun girl. Go hunting with me, can be destructive sometimes, but you're sweet. Total freak in the bedroom," amending it with a smile to let her know it was totally a good thing, "You actually let me feed from you sometimes, which is pretty nice of you." Squirting some shampoo in his hands while he talked, "animal lover from what I've noticed. You have a Hydra. So you're pretty good with beasts." Just ignore the cheeky grin, Mar.

Watching him work that shampoo, she listened to him speak. Like the blanked out little thing that she was, she took in every word and believed him. Thankfully some of it was right. She did let him feed from her, she was a freak in the bedroom, though that bit did make her blush deeply. She did have a hydra, and she was good with beasts. She didn't seem displeased with that description, only captivated. "S-so what d-did we have p-planned for t-today..?" she asked, "Like...b-before I fell..."

Setting aside the bottle, he rubbed his hands together, reaching for her hair after curling his hands to inform her to come a bit closer before he'd dive his fingers in and start massaging the suds in. He wasn't too far off with the description, just threw a few fun things in there! "Oh, and you've got quite the potty mouth," he grinned to her. "Nothing wrong with that though." He just really wanted to see her cuss someone out with that stutter okay? It would make his week. When she asked what they had planned that day, he shrugged, keeping up with washing her hair as he massaged and smoothed the suds in. "I don't really know if we had anything particularly planned today. But when Eva comes back from her hunt," he added about Eva, "she's one of mine for the record, a vampire." He nodded, "I planned to go on a hunt myself, want to come with? After we get you walking right again, of course." He smiled, just oh-so-sweetly.

Brows furrowed as he explained her potty mouth, she didn't feel like she had a potty mouth, but maybe she did! He wouldn't lie to her! She'd come when he'd signaled her, and she closed her eyes when he began massaging her scalp. It felt nice, okay? When he offered to take her on a hunt if she got walking, she balled up her fists and looked at him with determination in those pretty violets, "I'll p-practice r-really hard." A firm little nod of her head.

He grinned at her, not as wicked as it usually was but it had some mischief. "I believe you," from the look of determination on her face. He was going to have way too much fun with this amnesia Martyr. Just to see what he could get her to do. He scrubbed that blood out of her hair relatively easily with his massaging fingertips, rinsing his hands in the water. "Alright, tip back so I can rinse it out."

The immortal tipped her head back for him. Then she sort of lost her sense of balanced and slid back, her massive butt scooting pretty effortlessly across the smooth surface of the tub. Sliiiiide, splash. The reaper was dunked into the water and flailed around a bit. Well... That was one way to rinse... Popping back up, she had that frantic look-around session before she spotted him and calmed down.

He tried --and failed-- not to laugh at it, but he couldn't help it. The sight was ridiculous as she flailed and splashed about, his arms raising as she splashed the fuck out of him, too. Oh well, wouldn't be the first time she got him wet. Ha! Snickering, he smirked at her. "You gonna make it?" he teased lightly, only to reach out for her to rinse the rest of the suds from her hair. Luckily with the dunk, she'd gotten quite a bit out.

It was okay to laugh, her feelings weren't hurt by it. ...this time. Eyes trailed up to him as she sputtered and spit up some water that dribbled down her chin. She stared with those wide violets that closed instantly the moment he began rinsing her. "Y-yeah... I think I'll m-make it..." she said as if it were a serious question.

When she was all rinsed, which really didn't take much, he playfully flicked his wet fingers at her while grinning. "Now you're done." At least he assumed so, she'd hit her head but from what he could tell, she was clean everywhere else. He was pretty sure Eva had washed her up after the glass incident and all that. "Ready to get out now?" He stood up, going into the towel closet off to the side to grab one of the plush towels for her to dry off.

There was an eager nod of her pretty little head, and as he went to fetch the towels, she began to stand up. She was determined to do it herself, grabbing on awkwardly to the shower walls as she lifted herself slowly. One foot out, check! Other foot lifted, lifteddddd.... Balance lost. A sharp yelp followed as the Bambified immortal began to topple on over, dripping water literally everywhere.

Speed on his side, he moved quickly to catch her. Because trust being built, man. It was part of the game. His arms swiftly tucked under her as he grabbed her before she hit the ground, hoisting her easily as he worked to get her to her feet. "Careful, Hero. Don't need you having another cracked noggin' again," he snickered lightly.

Eyes trailed up to him as he caught her. It would be clear in that doe-eyed gaze that she was sinking deeper and deeper into that comfortable trap he'd set for her. Second by second, imagine how she'd be after two days. Martyr wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly, nakedness be damned. "Thank y-you.."

He raised a brow at her for the doe-eyed expression but didn't question it. The hug was uneasy for him however, stiffening like a board for a moment before he gritted his teeth and played the game. Just play along. He gave her a half-assed hug back like they were the best of damn friends, his hand 'gracefully' skimming over her rear to make up for the affection given to him. "Don't mention it," he mumbled before he held out the towel. "You got me all wet," he teased, though there was a smirk on his face when he said it.

Oh, she caught that ass skim, and it showed, because she flushed a deep red color and took in a deep breath. "Oh g-goodness," she said when he blamed her for getting him wet. "I'm s-sorry," she whispered softly and lowered those pretty eyes. Teasing or not, the immortal felt bad.

"It's alright," he chuckled, tipping her chin with a nudge from his index finger. "Probably should've warned you that I joke a lot. If I seem offended or mean, I'm not trying to be. I just giving you shit," he smirked, because he was a manipulative ass like that. "And I like getting messy. You'll find that out when we go hunting, water's nothin'." He caught that blush and breath taken, but didn't draw attention to it. Like it was totally an accident.

"G-giving m-me sh-shit..." she parotted back, and then nodded. "Okay, w-well, then I w-will t-try not to t-take it to heart..." she said, staring up at him with those doey eyes. Then he talked about hunting and she lit up a bit. She didn't know how to hunt, or be a reaper, but the little thing was completely determined to make him proud.

There was a wide devilish grin hearing her curse, that light chuckle when she did. Because it was fun hearing it in the bedroom but hearing her saying it casually had him tickled pink. He was such a corrupting bastard. He nodded when she promised to try not to take it to heart. Good, no moping. The lighting up at the mention of hunting had that grin spreading somehow wider. "That's what I thought," he mused, giving her hip a light pat before he brought the towel up to rub it over her hair to dry it some.

The cursing? Okay. The hunting? Well, that was something she needed to do. It made it better because she was with him. Not moping? Yes, please! Towel drying her hair? That's where she drew the line! When he began rubbing her hair with that evil, evil cloth, she swatted away with her hands and let out an annoyed whine. Daemien screwed up, he'd blanked her, made her not care about modesty in a matter of seconds, and now she hated the idea of clothing.

"You're going to drip everywhere if you don't dry off," he snickered, swatting at her swatting hands as he tried to get back to her hair. "Will you just... woman.." he growled at her, but it wasn't a menacing one. He was trying not to laugh at the situation.

With that growl, her arms dropped to her sides and she stopped her peaceful little protest. She blushed because either she was embarrassed, or that growl did things for her. Probably both, but either way it got her to hold still. Well, she still squirmed and whined, but she stopped the swatting.

When she suddenly stilled, he smirked. Either way, it worked as he finished up with her hair and lowered the towel, those now damp curls every which way as he tilted his hair with an approving grin. "Wild child hair works for you," he mused, though in his head he called it sex hair. He went about patting her down so she was mostly dry, not working too hard at it, just getting the most droplets of water that had mostly been from her hair. Pat pat to the butt, pat pat to the chest, smoothed over the arms. Good enough. "Alright, we're done," he snickered.

There was a smile when he commented on her hair, and the sad thing was, the blanked out little immortal seemed happier now than she ever had when he'd first met her. That didn't mean for a second she enjoyed this towel diddling! He wasn't even diddling the fun stuff! She pouted up until he said those three magical words, and the happy reaper was hugging him again. Dry hugs!

It was kinda sad, and it would've made someone feel bad for manipulating the little clean slate reaper. Not Daemien though. He just found it to be the perfect opportunity. Molding minds and whatnot. Make her a perfect, powerful little pet. He pursed his lips at the pout, "what?" Because he was innocent! Innocent and just toweling off his naked bestie that he diddled sometimes.. But then she was hugging him again and he made the scowling expression without the noise. "What do you say we try that walking thing again, huh?" He suggestion, trying to distract her from the hugs.

The bastard was going to have to deal with the hugs, dammit! He was manipulating the hell out of her, he could stand a few seconds of affection every once in a damn while. She looked up at him and bounced on her toes lightly, "Y-yes!" chimed the naked immortal as she turned out of that hug, staying pressed against him but now with her backside as she held out her arms to the side of her, using him as her favored leaning post.

It was just a little bit of backfire when she was bouncing naked up and down against him. But he let it slide for now, just sorta enjoying it. He was still a man, okay? Even if he was a savage monster. He grinned down to her when she chimed that syllable-ish, taking her arms when she turned and offered them to help teach her how to strut it, the towel dropping to the floor where he typically tossed the dirties. He had a maid, okay? He didn't need to clean up most of the time.

"I w-won't let y-you d-down!" she chimed. Once he had a hold of her, she began to strut! And by strut, she was floundering once more. Step, fall. Step, stumble, fall, step... Frustration. Step...step...step! Fall. Pout! After a while, the falls began to get fewer and further in between. It was clear that as blank as she was, she was still a semi fast learner.

"I'm sure you won't," he mused, holding her and giving her encouragement as he played leaning post for the immortal who was stumbling all over the place like a baby deer. When she got frustrated, he tried to tell her to relax, that getting frustrated will only make her mess up more. Cooing encouragements and praise all around as she got better and better with it, walking her around the house and living room.

After at least ten consecutive steps without falling, she slowly shrugged away from him. "I think I c-can d-do it..." she whispered, but stayed close to the wall so that she'd have something to at least catch her. She took slow, steady steps. Occasionally, she'd teeter, but she looked pretty good on her own. It was until she looked back at him, of course, with that proud smile. Then she walked into the wall.

"Alright, here if you need me," he mused, crossing his arms over his chest as he took slow steps not far behind her to catch her if she needed it but didn't touch her so she could do it on her own. He nodded as she seemed to be doing it, arms twitching lightly when she seemed to teeter, then grow still when she steadied herself. It was her looking back at him, his smile mirroring hers at least until he looked past her and held out a hand to point in front of her. "Hero you're gon-..." too late. She ran smack into that wall. He tried? Oops...

"H-huh--oh!" Martyr turned back just in time to meet the wall with her face. She shook her head violently and plopped down onto her swollen butt with a groan. "W-well.. I was d-doing it..." she said with a discouraged little pout. She got the hang of walking at least, but the poor reaper was about six times as clumsy as she had been before.

He winced when she faceplanted to the wall, making that eek face as he squinted one eye. Seeing her plop down on her butt, he walked over to her and crouched around her. "You still did great, Hero. Don't beat yourself up over it." He nodded, giving her hair a ruffle as he smirked at her.

When he was kind, and gave her that hair ruffle, the too giddy little martyr smiled brightly and scrambled up. She didn't quite make it to her feet as she attempted to tackle the man with... You guessed it, another hug. Her weight would probably send them both to the floor if he didn't stop it, and then she'd be laughing happily. "I w-walked!"

When she scrambled up, he figured that she was going to try to walk again...Nope... his eyes widened as she dove for him, and indeed sent them both to the floor. Falling back on his butt first then toppled onto his back as he let out a grunt, her landing on top of him and going for another damn hug. "Yes, you did," he agreed, lifting his head to look down at her with a raised brow. "Congratulations, but it's hard to walk while you're on top of me," he teased, lifting a hand to flick at her ear lobe with his index finger.

That poor, poor man. Let's just hope the perks weigh more than the affection he's going to have to endure. She bit into her lip as she looked down at him, looking proud as a peach that matured out of season! Martyr closed an eye and grunted at the flicking, before she slowly began to roll off of him with a soft, defeated little groan as if he'd found her one weakness and killed her. Or maybe she was just tired from all the walking.