Do you know why? The more you get to know me, Cecy, you’ll realize that I don’t really have issues with people. I just miss them, is all. They’re in the army, actually. So, issue? No, not at all. I love those two to death. Do I wish I could see them more often? Yeah. But, like all siblings, they can be a pain in the ass. Like never giving me the TV remote or taking all the food from my plate when I’m not looking.
It sounds like you guys were close. Maybe you should try to visit. I mean, things like that go both ways.
But… can I tell you something? You… you seem like you’re trustworthy…
"I’m not the model type." Damien smiled softly and shrugged off her passiveness. "Well, it’s better than Blaze." That was the first name that popped into Damien’s head, if that didn’t tell you he was destined for destruction, then what would?
Damien tensed up and turned away from her. “I-I.. ” He took a deep breath, trying to calm his body down. For something that was actually dead it liked to pretend it was alive. Shaking and trying to make choking noises as if he was going to cry. “It’s okay.. I’m not either.” He let out another breath. “Maybe it’s not a good idea you stay with me.. I..” He could say it, but she probably knew by his earlier demeanor. He had killed someone, he’d killed more than a few people.
Cecile gave a slow nod, “It’s good for the both of us that I’m nowhere close to being a model…” The blonde froze at what she said. She turned and looked at the ground, hoping what she just said wouldn’t register. Cecy looked down at the kitten and shrugged, “Blaze is a cute name though…” she reasoned.
Cecile wasn’t prepared for Damien’s reaction. She bit her lip and tried to figure out how to help. The only thing she thought to do was to warp her arms around the vampire. She leaned in, giving Damien a hug and tried to calm him down. “Look. We all have pasts. I mean. Everyone has done things they weren’t proud of.” The blonde leaned her head on his shoulder. “I’ve probably caused turmoil for hundreds of families out there… Remember? I was used to track supernaturals and my foster parents and sister would kill them. I’m not exempt, either.”
Not exactly trouble, but it is a kind of complicated situation.
It made me jump, that’s for sure.
But they’re so tiny!
Or a morgticain. Why exactly do you want to know, anyhow?
I’m fuckin’ with ya.