A dozen eyes narrowed in bliss. His tongue swept against his lips, sweeping away the remnants of his treat as he shifted, many cords curling to support rather than bind and caress. He purred in kind in the wake of the sting against the wound, canting his head to nose against a soft red ear.
He was the only one who was allowed to take from him: Attention, focus, money, blood, his still-beating heart if need be... and he wished he could somehow slow his healing factor, if only to let his love feed for as long as he wished. Later, he may go hunting himself, plopping jawfuls of what hapless prey he'd managed to snag in the race for fresh meat at Alastor's feet.
But for now, all Vox wanted was him. Apart for so long, angry and bitter for so long... he was feeling an envy.
The electricity glittered along his fins, and some of his wires embedded in the ground drank deep. With a low boom and the steadily-quieting whine of countless machines powering down, the overlord killed the lights. He ignored the shouts and screams of alarm, content only to be bathed in the red light of that accursed pentagram.
Vox could dress in so much blue, practically bathe in the hue... but he could never shake his fondness for red.
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He was the only one who was allowed to take from him: Attention, focus, money, blood, his still-beating heart if need be... and he wished he could somehow slow his healing factor, if only to let his love feed for as long as he wished. Later, he may go hunting himself, plopping jawfuls of what hapless prey he'd managed to snag in the race for fresh meat at Alastor's feet.
But for now, all Vox wanted was him. Apart for so long, angry and bitter for so long... he was feeling an envy.
The electricity glittered along his fins, and some of his wires embedded in the ground drank deep. With a low boom and the steadily-quieting whine of countless machines powering down, the overlord killed the lights. He ignored the shouts and screams of alarm, content only to be bathed in the red light of that accursed pentagram.
Vox could dress in so much blue, practically bathe in the hue... but he could never shake his fondness for red.