[Perhaps luckily for Vicious, the Goblin doesn't catch that twitch, too busy struggling with...well, the conversation at large, really.
Not that he himself doesn't usually see the humor in the situation.
Restless, he grabs for a cigarette from his side table, lighting it against his fingertip and taking a long drag before continuing.]
I don't know. Maybe it just...dragged up old feelings. It was all very...fire and brimstone, what he was saying then. Being a Shade must have affected him more than it did me. Emotionally. Fuck, I don't know.
[Kronid leans back beside Vicious, his stormy gaze sliding over to regard the way he's holding the beads. The way the crucifix hangs in his hands.
Perhaps a bit subconsciously, he rubs at the matching burn on his chest. Something in his expression shifts by a degree or two, looking at that old cross. The cigarette burns between his slender, clawed fingers.]
Whatever it was, he figured out when I turned back into a Goblin that he could use my dream manipulation against me. To haunt me.
That dream is nearly the exact same one I've had every night since. I'd gotten good at ignoring it.
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Old habits die hard, don't they?]
...Who you were...before you became a vampire.
[There's the slightest tug at the corners of his mouth, and he fights the urge to laugh at the mental image of this man of all people being a priest.]
Fascinating. What about being a shade do you think brought him about again?
[He leans back against the headboard, beginning to twist and thread the wooden beads carefully in his hands.]
I imagine it has been an awfully long time.
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[Perhaps luckily for Vicious, the Goblin doesn't catch that twitch, too busy struggling with...well, the conversation at large, really.
Not that he himself doesn't usually see the humor in the situation.
Restless, he grabs for a cigarette from his side table, lighting it against his fingertip and taking a long drag before continuing.]
I don't know. Maybe it just...dragged up old feelings. It was all very...fire and brimstone, what he was saying then. Being a Shade must have affected him more than it did me. Emotionally. Fuck, I don't know.
[Kronid leans back beside Vicious, his stormy gaze sliding over to regard the way he's holding the beads. The way the crucifix hangs in his hands.
Perhaps a bit subconsciously, he rubs at the matching burn on his chest. Something in his expression shifts by a degree or two, looking at that old cross. The cigarette burns between his slender, clawed fingers.]
Whatever it was, he figured out when I turned back into a Goblin that he could use my dream manipulation against me. To haunt me.
That dream is nearly the exact same one I've had every night since. I'd gotten good at ignoring it.
[Liar.]