poly_chromatic | 023 - In You The Wars And The Flights Accumulated

...Really.

[ Karl is seated by an intricate gazebo in the Phantomhive garden. Sipping - tea. What? Blood isn't the only thing he drinks. He's also (mercifully) fully-clothed. ]

This isn't as scandalous or as liberating as it's being made out to be.

[ Eyeroll. ]

Still. Some of us are much better off with our clothes on. This curse will hardly contest that.

[ Himself included. Hard to be imposing in the buff. Especially for the eternally pale and bony. ]

Glad I escaped notice for this one. I don't ...tan very well.

[ Or at all. ]

[ Private to Merlin ]

Time's more than up.

You'd better have found a way to fix him.

[ Private to Self/ Semi-Difficult to Hack ]

Another one bites the dust. ~~Literally~~. It's a pity to see Mr. Aion go. I rather enjoyed speaking with someone who was knowledgeable in subjects that held my interest. I'm envious he escaped. Yet ... not. I admit, in the early days, I'd have been bitter. Especially with Saya gone. Our Vietnam War is unfinished. I haven't made her pay for her crimes against me. ~~She will die by my hand alone.~~ When I think of how she slipped from my grasp - how I almost had her - I want to destroy the City.

I can't remain here. It's vile and intolerable. It's like I'm being choked to death.

But ... with Diva here, I don't want to leave. I know it's not a good sign. This place is making me complacent. Because Amshel isn't here. Because there's no agendas or experiments. But that doesn't make it safe. Anyone can leave without notice. If I'm hit by a curse, I can't protect Diva. It's no safe haven for her. Or her children. ~~A few days of being happy won't change that.~~ I can't - It's deluded and idiotic. It's pathetic. Being so dependent on the Deities whims. There's no one I can entrust with protecting her if I'm - indisposed. Not Solomon. He's my brother. ~~Sometimes~~ ~~I miss him.~~ But he can't be trusted. Look at all he's done.

I wish I could still summon the hatred to kill you.

As you killed me.

The others ...the humans, the non-Chiropterans... They can't be trusted either. They're blood-bags. They're nothing. I'm not deluded like Saya. They have their place. I have mine. So it's always been. Yet the longer I stay away from home, the more I -

Carla. Little Setsuna. They're not human. But they're still -

It's no excuse to start thinking that ...-

This isn't a second chance. I can't let myself believe that.

Diva could still leave at any time. She's too good for this place. Or for me.

I can't...

...

I should just stop thinking at all.

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I cannot believe I am saying something positive to you, but there is nothing wrong with being pale. [Is paler than the moon, okay? Okay.]

I prefer to keep my clothes on, thank you~

[ Not a matter of paleness. He spent decades sporting a disfigured arm. To be hidden at all times. Old habits die hard. ]

As I am sure the world prefers it that way.

You on the other hand must be in a fix.

Can't pick pockets when there are no pockets, after all.

Day off, obviously.

Taking in the amusement of other people being so flustered.

[ Leering. ]

More likely enjoying the show~

[Just rolling his eyes.]

Sorry. I'm moneysexual. [Laces his fingers together and makes a pleasant face.]

So are streetwalkers, little man.

[ And Karl is - murdersexual? ]

There are some perfectly nice street walkers in this world.

Just for that, I intend to steal something from you, someday. And not give it back.

The nice ones die first.

[ He would know. ]

...My clothes?

I really should have you over to play with Diva.

I imagine there's certain things she'd enjoy snatching from you too.

[ Like your innocence SOB ]

Whatever would I do with your clothes? Tacky. [Wrinkles his nose.]

Oh, that is perfectly okay. Pregnant monsters ought to rest. Alone. In dark caves. With their pale little vampire friends.

Suits and ties aren't tacky. You've just lucked out on the fashion sense most Parisians are endowed with.

[ He has some taste, Ser. His bro was a fashion designer. ]

...And tasty, chirpy little snacks~

[Lies! You have no taste. And you smell like butts. Of course, he'd never admit you were a sharp dresser because you tried to eat him.]

Most Parisians do not dress like pedophiliac accountants.

[So nah.]

Go buy some birds. I hear the petshop is having a sale on parakeets.

[ He still maintains you asked for it. Victim-blamer that he is. ]

Who's to say? How many how you met?

[ Snrk. ]

...I prefer to hunt down my own pets. Makes for warm - [ Bloody. ] - memories.

Considering I lived in Paris? Very many of them. More than you, most likely.

[Just the snottiest tone of voice ever.]

One of these days, you are going to find you are hunting a boojum.

You and your assumptions~

[ Smirkiest of smirks. ]

Perhaps.

Either that, or just a very noisy piglet.

You are French? Tsh.

[Just the most sour expression.]

I look forward to you finding out.

[ He's from the days when Vietnam was a French colony. His roots are mixed. Plus his 'vampiric' family is French. ]

Hope you aren't inviting me to make a game of it.

I do so enjoy 'hide and seek'.

[Oh ho ho, Serrure would be mildly annoyed at that.]

I think you would find my hiding place more than capable of putting your insides on the outside.

[ Would he now~? ]

Challenge accepted.

[ CRAIS what have you done, Serrure? ]

That- that was not a challenge!

[ Humming. ]

[ This. ]

[ song. ]

Guess this is war.

Serrure, OUT!

War?

That would imply equally-matched opponents. But then, I do like confident snacks.

[ Disconnecting. ]

023 - In You The Wars And The Flights Accumulated

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