ilcapitanos
"⠀⠀hff.. hh.... who... goes there..⠀⠀"
mortesarte
morthelme’s expression only brightens as the other yanks away from his touch. indeed, there was that brief lull where he stayed within death’s grasp. but he managed to slip away. how *exciting*.
“i don’t appreciate it when people try to run from me,” he murmurs, voice sickeningly sweet. yet there is no genuine ire under his tone, nor is there anything vaguely threatening. “there are no beasts here,” morthelme simply replies. as if it’s obvious. “we are all trying to live.”
he draws back, though does not leave the mortal’s proximity. only his touch withdraws. eyes flick down to the grip he has on the weapon and lips quirk in a grin. “do you wish to kill me?”
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ilcapitanos
[ THE 1ST: IL CAPITANO.̲ ]
001.⠀⤻┃⚔︎ ˢᵐᵒᵏᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈʸ ᵉˣᵉᶜᵘᵗⁱᵒⁿ
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[ he frowns further as this being shows no sign of stopping, stuttered heaving hitched while cool palms ghost against his cheeks. his grip on the sword hanging heavy in his hands is further tightened, yet there's no more threat towards the other. it's a crushing weight against his skin- yet soothing all the same. like the coaxing embrace of a deep sleep.
still. he pulls away from the lulling touch, a scowl reignited at the proximity. the juvenile carelessness of his expression- to approach even while the knight stands tall among a bout of bodies. perhaps it was the exact courage needed for the very death he searched for. this creature was sentient- unlike most monsters he's faced in this godless land. ]
"⠀⠀.. i see no reason to be offended. nor am i worthy of your shallow praise. i've become among the very beasts i was determined to bring justice to. such, i think i at least deserve to perish at the hands of a beast as well.⠀⠀"
mortesarte
“perhaps,” morthelme amicably agrees. he approaches still, as if disregarding the body language is far from friendly. he comes to a stop before the other, dark eyes warm with the childish thrill behind his gaze.
and his hands lift, palms and fingers cradling the human’s cheeks. his eyes only continue their delighted staring —- indeed, even now the flesh does not crumble beneath his fingertips. “how amazing you are. you crave death so much yet you won’t bow to it. perhaps i should feel offended…?”
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