So much disdain and disapproval there. It makes him recall faraway moments, when Amshel would glare at Karl for interrupting his speeches. More private moments too. Such as when he'd walk in on Solomon together with Diva. That contemptuous sneer that'd cross his Queen's face. As if he were a mongrel intruding in a spotless garden.
Karl shakes it off.
Stop it.
He meets Rido's gaze evenly, noting the sparklepoints in his red-blue eyes. Surreal eyes. Those of a predator. The girl on his arm pouts at the interruption. Karl spares her a brief glance. Such a variety of information to be garnered, just by inhaling the air near her. She smells of vodka and orange-rind perfume and a hint of sweat. He can hear her pulse trumming beneath the music's percussive drumbeat.
For a split-second, Karl imagines how he could tear her throat out at just the right spot, so her blood would spurt like a red fountain into his mouth...
Don't.
He needs to leave. He's clearly intruded on a private moment. (Although, if they were particular about privacy, they could've easily slipped someplace else.)
Aloud, he offers a smile. Half-apologetic, half-cocky.
no subject
So much disdain and disapproval there. It makes him recall faraway moments, when Amshel would glare at Karl for interrupting his speeches. More private moments too. Such as when he'd walk in on Solomon together with Diva. That contemptuous sneer that'd cross his Queen's face. As if he were a mongrel intruding in a spotless garden.
Karl shakes it off.
Stop it.
He meets Rido's gaze evenly, noting the sparklepoints in his red-blue eyes. Surreal eyes. Those of a predator. The girl on his arm pouts at the interruption. Karl spares her a brief glance. Such a variety of information to be garnered, just by inhaling the air near her. She smells of vodka and orange-rind perfume and a hint of sweat. He can hear her pulse trumming beneath the music's percussive drumbeat.
For a split-second, Karl imagines how he could tear her throat out at just the right spot, so her blood would spurt like a red fountain into his mouth...
Don't.
He needs to leave. He's clearly intruded on a private moment. (Although, if they were particular about privacy, they could've easily slipped someplace else.)
Aloud, he offers a smile. Half-apologetic, half-cocky.
"Pardon me. I didn't mean to interrupt."