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agentlelog2019-03-10 08:42 am
championbittersweet) wrote in agentlelog2019-03-10 08:42 am
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I watched the sky bleed grey with see-through shades of violent, bloody stains [closed]
Who: Jonathan Reid and Queen Fayura
When: Late evening
Where: The Queen's Residence
What: Taking up an offer
Warnings: Blood and self-harm and biting
Even Jonathan had to admit that he was starting to have a serious problem. Even with trying to up his blood intake with hunting through the city of a night (handy both in reducing the pest population and giving him a chance to learn the layout of where he now lived), his hunger bordered on desperation every night and he was concerned that soon he wouldn't be able to maintain his control around the innocent people here.
It was then that he'd recalled Fayura's offer, a temptation that had never really gone away, and Jonathan spent several days wrestling with dark dreams of taking her up on it only for it to end poorly, or losing himself and attacking others. Rationally, he knew it was similar to what he had done with Peter, but there was the concern that he had not seen the other man since and that ate at him as well. Irrational as it was, Jonathan tried to avoid it a little longer, sequestering himself away from everyone and only leaving his room of a night to scour the city for what prey he could find, returning to hide himself away again as soon as light threatened to spill through the streets.
But it wasn't enough. He looked and felt like the corpse he should, by all rights, be instead of this walking creature of blood and death and his thoughts turned towards that cursed offer again. He had to admit, Peter had had a point about the necessity of being able to stop Jonathan, particularly in his current state. And if anyone could do that now... it would be the Queen and her entourage. He didn't doubt that Alliaravar would not hesitate to separate his head from his body if he risked killing Fayura, and he imagined that Verim would be much the same.
And then as much as he disliked it... perhaps after this he could consider working on his control himself.
So Jonathan waited, pacing back and forth in his room, until the last of the light faded and he could leave the blacked out room and he could seek out Fayura. He knew exactly how he seemed when he finally located her, gaunt and hungry, his skin a sickly pallor and spiderwebbed with pale blue veins, but all the same he struggled to find the words now.
"Fayura, Lady, I..."
When: Late evening
Where: The Queen's Residence
What: Taking up an offer
Warnings: Blood and self-harm and biting
Even Jonathan had to admit that he was starting to have a serious problem. Even with trying to up his blood intake with hunting through the city of a night (handy both in reducing the pest population and giving him a chance to learn the layout of where he now lived), his hunger bordered on desperation every night and he was concerned that soon he wouldn't be able to maintain his control around the innocent people here.
It was then that he'd recalled Fayura's offer, a temptation that had never really gone away, and Jonathan spent several days wrestling with dark dreams of taking her up on it only for it to end poorly, or losing himself and attacking others. Rationally, he knew it was similar to what he had done with Peter, but there was the concern that he had not seen the other man since and that ate at him as well. Irrational as it was, Jonathan tried to avoid it a little longer, sequestering himself away from everyone and only leaving his room of a night to scour the city for what prey he could find, returning to hide himself away again as soon as light threatened to spill through the streets.
But it wasn't enough. He looked and felt like the corpse he should, by all rights, be instead of this walking creature of blood and death and his thoughts turned towards that cursed offer again. He had to admit, Peter had had a point about the necessity of being able to stop Jonathan, particularly in his current state. And if anyone could do that now... it would be the Queen and her entourage. He didn't doubt that Alliaravar would not hesitate to separate his head from his body if he risked killing Fayura, and he imagined that Verim would be much the same.
And then as much as he disliked it... perhaps after this he could consider working on his control himself.
So Jonathan waited, pacing back and forth in his room, until the last of the light faded and he could leave the blacked out room and he could seek out Fayura. He knew exactly how he seemed when he finally located her, gaunt and hungry, his skin a sickly pallor and spiderwebbed with pale blue veins, but all the same he struggled to find the words now.
"Fayura, Lady, I..."