"Perfect huh." Oh he likes the sound of that, but it also sounds wrong. Wrong in a way that's all too intimate, the kind of thing said drunk in a dingy bar with only enough lighting to keep from being completely blind.
He jerks slightly as she tears at his skin, deep gouges down his scarred chest, blood flowing freely. For anyone else that would be a major injury, something to avoid. But not for Kabal, for someone who thrives on fighting the pain is almost welcome because it's what he expects.
"That's what you need isn't it? Someone to chase. Someone to kill. I know that, I know that real good." His hand reaches to her face again, another soft caress but he ends it with something rougher, pushing her away. "It won't be me though. Much as that'd remind me of old times and all that."
This is so damn familiar and he both loves and hates it. He doesn't want to be reminded of everything before Anchor, of what he had even once he'd lost it all. He doesn't want to go back, going home means a life of undead servitude even if the company was precisely what he'd always dreamed of.
No, this isn't for him anymore. Not this.
"Sorry, I'm probably the only one here who'd give you a run for your money. Make you work for it." He pulls one of the hookswords off his back, holding it out towards her to keep the distance between them because he's not sure if Angel is past the point of even listening to him anymore. "You'll have to find another snack."
Vore but make it pretty
He jerks slightly as she tears at his skin, deep gouges down his scarred chest, blood flowing freely. For anyone else that would be a major injury, something to avoid. But not for Kabal, for someone who thrives on fighting the pain is almost welcome because it's what he expects.
"That's what you need isn't it? Someone to chase. Someone to kill. I know that, I know that real good." His hand reaches to her face again, another soft caress but he ends it with something rougher, pushing her away. "It won't be me though. Much as that'd remind me of old times and all that."
This is so damn familiar and he both loves and hates it. He doesn't want to be reminded of everything before Anchor, of what he had even once he'd lost it all. He doesn't want to go back, going home means a life of undead servitude even if the company was precisely what he'd always dreamed of.
No, this isn't for him anymore. Not this.
"Sorry, I'm probably the only one here who'd give you a run for your money. Make you work for it." He pulls one of the hookswords off his back, holding it out towards her to keep the distance between them because he's not sure if Angel is past the point of even listening to him anymore. "You'll have to find another snack."