[ she got greedy, which should have been perfect for a demon, hadn't she tortured him endlessly, leaving him in the dark to rot instead of sticking around long enough for him to attempt to control her mind. He did that to several of the Morrisons, reaching out to their sins, but they reached right back into his chest and head with very meticulous and effective methods of keeping him controlled, weak and alive.
Many years have passed since. He doesn't try to manipulate anymore. He's more direct about what he wants and tries to get. He doesn't bargain with Tavor for cigarettes and meat (and freedom), he just mutters in the dark and comes to the light when someone approaches.
He knows the hybrid well enough that he's grown bored with him, and that's why his gaze doesn't linger for very long. There is so much more interest in the newcomer, alive, fresh. A different smell that he can contemplate about in his animal-like brain. He wants him, lips parting hungrily to show fangs. Tavor has not been this generous in a very long time.
He hasn't mentioned Adina's name, either. It makes his claws clang against the bars violently, like a trigger and a warning not to say it. Only the names of Gods used to get such a reaction from him, which is a testament to all the atrocities she managed to put him through. He might have forgotten that she's dead.
And like a skip over to better topics, fingers wrap around the bars, forehead pressed against them, staring once again at Brandon with a keen shine in his eyes. They look like oil, blind and aware. ]
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Many years have passed since. He doesn't try to manipulate anymore. He's more direct about what he wants and tries to get. He doesn't bargain with Tavor for cigarettes and meat (and freedom), he just mutters in the dark and comes to the light when someone approaches.
He knows the hybrid well enough that he's grown bored with him, and that's why his gaze doesn't linger for very long. There is so much more interest in the newcomer, alive, fresh. A different smell that he can contemplate about in his animal-like brain. He wants him, lips parting hungrily to show fangs. Tavor has not been this generous in a very long time.
He hasn't mentioned Adina's name, either. It makes his claws clang against the bars violently, like a trigger and a warning not to say it. Only the names of Gods used to get such a reaction from him, which is a testament to all the atrocities she managed to put him through. He might have forgotten that she's dead.
And like a skip over to better topics, fingers wrap around the bars, forehead pressed against them, staring once again at Brandon with a keen shine in his eyes. They look like oil, blind and aware. ]