[ at first he thinks he's found another human, but the moment the stranger's hand catches his elbow, he feels that sensation wash over him, the one he thinks he's never going to get used to — an overwhelming lack of life. it's familiar enough by now that he doesn't recoil despite how his body wants to, but he's instantly glad he doesn't. this man may be a vampire, but he's not like the rest. casimir catches a single glimpse — bits of gold threading his dark hair, the evening sky in his eyes, his name is larus — before they both turn away from each other, casimir to shoot down the street and larus to stand against his pursuers.
casimir spares a glance behind him, but only for a moment. it's clear he doesn't need help. he focuses on finding the door, faded red paint peeling off the wood. silently, larus appears beside him, the blood on his teeth a much more vibrant red. casimir lets down his hood and frees his long black curls with a drag of his fingers, regarding larus with an almost amused grin. ]
I wasn't going to die tonight.
[ his words are spoken without a trace of the disquiet he feels — or the pain. his ribs give a sudden twinge, bandages looped beneath his dark coat. they're healing, but they're certainly taking their sweet time. larus gets the door open and casimir shuts it behind them, his gloved hand resting against the rough wood for a moment as he exhales softly, gathering his composure before he turns around and brushes the back of his knuckles across larus' bloody cheek, sending a single thought through his head. my name is casimir.
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casimir spares a glance behind him, but only for a moment. it's clear he doesn't need help. he focuses on finding the door, faded red paint peeling off the wood. silently, larus appears beside him, the blood on his teeth a much more vibrant red. casimir lets down his hood and frees his long black curls with a drag of his fingers, regarding larus with an almost amused grin. ]
I wasn't going to die tonight.
[ his words are spoken without a trace of the disquiet he feels — or the pain. his ribs give a sudden twinge, bandages looped beneath his dark coat. they're healing, but they're certainly taking their sweet time. larus gets the door open and casimir shuts it behind them, his gloved hand resting against the rough wood for a moment as he exhales softly, gathering his composure before he turns around and brushes the back of his knuckles across larus' bloody cheek, sending a single thought through his head. my name is casimir.
it's only fair, after all. ]
Are you alone?