{ the lack of feeding has led to him nearly with teeth retracting at full capacity, and there's a moment when it becomes painful to keep them back. the pit thankfully has more dark parts than light areas, which means he can find ways to be far from others. he does not recognize many of the other unfortunate folks.
time is useless for him when he has his immortality, but it's starting to becoming frustrating. he might as well be hearing a singular droplet of water in a loop and nothing else. drip, drip, drip, the noise inside his head pushes up against his instinct. soon enough he finds he has another captive in his hands, struggling against his grip as he simply stares at them entranced while his fangs begin to draw out.
suddenly there's a tight grip on his shoulder that makes him drop the captive who rushes to another part of the pit on hands and knees while louis turns to the interrupter. it would hurt anyone else, but louis despite being weakened by his lack of nourishment, still has more strength than the average human. he becomes reactive in the haze of a faint echo of a time where men in power used their status to try and push him down. they're taking from him. this person wants to take from what is his.
it's one twist of a turn and he shoves the other against the nearest mucked up wall.
there's a slight recognition to the man before him. but only to the recalling of the guy who gathered everyone in a speech (or a few since he stopped listening after a while). steve was his name? the other steve, for him. the adrenaline syncs to his heartbeat as his green eyes gleam in their unnatural gloss, and he tightens his hand upon steve's shirt, managing to scratch it. there's confused anger and some underlying remorse to the way he finds his words. }
ยป โ damage control;
time is useless for him when he has his immortality, but it's starting to becoming frustrating. he might as well be hearing a singular droplet of water in a loop and nothing else. drip, drip, drip, the noise inside his head pushes up against his instinct. soon enough he finds he has another captive in his hands, struggling against his grip as he simply stares at them entranced while his fangs begin to draw out.
suddenly there's a tight grip on his shoulder that makes him drop the captive who rushes to another part of the pit on hands and knees while louis turns to the interrupter. it would hurt anyone else, but louis despite being weakened by his lack of nourishment, still has more strength than the average human. he becomes reactive in the haze of a faint echo of a time where men in power used their status to try and push him down. they're taking from him. this person wants to take from what is his.
it's one twist of a turn and he shoves the other against the nearest mucked up wall.
there's a slight recognition to the man before him. but only to the recalling of the guy who gathered everyone in a speech (or a few since he stopped listening after a while). steve was his name? the other steve, for him. the adrenaline syncs to his heartbeat as his green eyes gleam in their unnatural gloss, and he tightens his hand upon steve's shirt, managing to scratch it. there's confused anger and some underlying remorse to the way he finds his words. }
You don't know me.