06-16-2018, 02:09 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 60%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;"]"Oh please. I'm already an attraction down there, hence why I stay up here." When his kind came to harass him, Nos could definitely hold his own. Over time, many learned to leave him alone unless they wanted to see their blood. The man was pretty docile, for the most part, but he had certain hair-pin triggers and caused him to lash out in anger. Bella taught him to control his triggers back in his younger days. Ironically, the girl died when she got so mad she burst into flames and incinerated herself. He frowned, remembering the charming funeral the Regime hosted for her. He missed that place - His first home.
Nosferatu was almost as human as he could possibly be. Maybe it was due to having been human before he died. He was no saint by any means, but becoming a demon never met he truly lost his humanity. He rolled his eyes at Ramsay's remark, shoving his hands into his pockets. Laughter began to well up in his throat, but he tried to push it back. Nonetheless, a small chuckle managed to escape. "I mean, hey, every person to their own opinion." He breathed, "No, but you don't praise the lion for what it is, but who it is. Not food-chain wise, but for being the individual it is." He shook his head at the remark about feelings and emotions. Nos knew almost each and every emotion on a personal level. Love, happiness, pain, hatred, the list went on. He knew and explored each emotion at some point in his life. It all ranged from looking at his first child for the first time and feeling an immense flood of love all the way to the hatred he felt while slitting the throat of the girl who was sent to assassinate his best friend.
Emerald eyes trailed to the ground, his shoulder rolling forward a bit. This got deep fast, but he never minded trying to get a typical demon to look on the bright side of things. Heck, Nos befriended the King of Hell and still remained who he was. Nothing could change who he was. His eyes snapped back to Ramsay as he grabbed a hold of him, his body growing tense. The only thought in his mind then was, "What the fuck?" Confusion washed over his face. This was a first, usually he made he advances, but never physically. No, this sent a weird tingle down his spine. Retracting his hand out of his pocket, he gripped the other's wrist, yanking it away from his face. "Easy there tiger, mind your manners."
He could not help but laughed at the next remark. "Who? William? Ha! William was a flake who made a newborn lamb look scary." He felt anger begin to rise in his chest at the mention of his first husband. Nos hated that man with a passion. The thought of his second husband calmed his anger and blanketed it was sadness. Anders. His eyes went back to the ground for a brief second. He would have done anything for find Anders, but it was not meant to be. "I wasn't pregnant all the time- Wait, what even made this come up?" He narrowed his eyes.
Nosferatu was almost as human as he could possibly be. Maybe it was due to having been human before he died. He was no saint by any means, but becoming a demon never met he truly lost his humanity. He rolled his eyes at Ramsay's remark, shoving his hands into his pockets. Laughter began to well up in his throat, but he tried to push it back. Nonetheless, a small chuckle managed to escape. "I mean, hey, every person to their own opinion." He breathed, "No, but you don't praise the lion for what it is, but who it is. Not food-chain wise, but for being the individual it is." He shook his head at the remark about feelings and emotions. Nos knew almost each and every emotion on a personal level. Love, happiness, pain, hatred, the list went on. He knew and explored each emotion at some point in his life. It all ranged from looking at his first child for the first time and feeling an immense flood of love all the way to the hatred he felt while slitting the throat of the girl who was sent to assassinate his best friend.
Emerald eyes trailed to the ground, his shoulder rolling forward a bit. This got deep fast, but he never minded trying to get a typical demon to look on the bright side of things. Heck, Nos befriended the King of Hell and still remained who he was. Nothing could change who he was. His eyes snapped back to Ramsay as he grabbed a hold of him, his body growing tense. The only thought in his mind then was, "What the fuck?" Confusion washed over his face. This was a first, usually he made he advances, but never physically. No, this sent a weird tingle down his spine. Retracting his hand out of his pocket, he gripped the other's wrist, yanking it away from his face. "Easy there tiger, mind your manners."
He could not help but laughed at the next remark. "Who? William? Ha! William was a flake who made a newborn lamb look scary." He felt anger begin to rise in his chest at the mention of his first husband. Nos hated that man with a passion. The thought of his second husband calmed his anger and blanketed it was sadness. Anders. His eyes went back to the ground for a brief second. He would have done anything for find Anders, but it was not meant to be. "I wasn't pregnant all the time- Wait, what even made this come up?" He narrowed his eyes.