by Mousen » 05/24/2016 4:27 PM
Nika met his gaze. Keeping eye contact in one way meant that they were vulnerable. Nika could not keep an eye on Cyril's hands, and he was the one that still had Nika's knife. He may have taken it out of his pockets when he made tea, thinking it was not worth the risk. Even if Nika's knife wasn't in his pockets, Cyril still had other methods of inflicting pain, or killing Nika if he chose. Nika may well have been able to cause some damage to Cyril, either of their own accord, or in retribution. Though, as the moments had ticked by, it had become increasingly unlikely. Nika wouldn't rule it out as a possibility, but certainly, they paid far more attention to Cyril's shifting expressions than his hands.
They'd been rather bold with that question, and they were still wondering if Cyril was going to answer them at all when he spoke. Huh. Nika had never killed an animal, or so they thought. They'd killed bugs, spiders, killed animals indirectly (they were no vegetarian). No, Nika's own fascination was purely based upon humans. They could even get more specific than that, if they liked. Tonight Nika was definitely more interested in finding out about Cecil than dragging up their own problems, after all, Nika knew all about those. "I see. I imagine a lot of us start out like that, killing small animals, working onto larger and larger creatures as we get bored. Hm... I think I'm maybe too much of a hopeless romantic to kill small, defenseless creatures." Nika wondered what that said about them, not much, in all likelihood.
For a moment, Nika was tempted to ask another question, to find out a little bit more. Cyril's brief look of anger quelled any curiosity that Nika may have been harboring. Asking was one thing, but asking about a subject that you could see was complicated? Nika was used to walking on thin ice, but that, perhaps, was a little far. Especially when there were other avenues to pursue.
Nika shrugged a little, more to themselves than anything, and then matched Cyril's smile. "Caveat emptor," they said, leaning forward to close the distance between them. They reached out for him, one hand reaching behind Cyril's neck, Nika's thumb trailing along his jaw.
We’re all hysterical & going nowhere together.
C’mon rapture. Let’s go bedazzling.
Nothing gets futured without its own spitshine
& I’m already not not not not not not miraculous.