ALL SENSE OF THOUGHT AND REASON ☆ confession

[VASS .]

All was silent, still. Seldome held in reverence for the medicus legionis's true patience, strained when under the concentration thrall of herbs - drugs either under the influence of or careful tending to. The concrete warehouse was a place guarded and warded by the very same creature that freely gave them out. Vaas was careful at work under the flecks of rosemary were brushed into his pelt, the scent of burning sage inside the large building and flowers carefully crushed between his paws.

It made an interesting scent, one that the tiger lulled himself to even at the sound of a vistor along the edge's of his attention. The doors were shut firmly now, in comparison to the summer where the scent of the sea drank up and drowned that of the once drug laden den. A small hearth of burning herbs and logs lit casualy inside the center of the lodge, smoke billowing harmlessly through the air and escaping from scant windows no one knew how to truly replace. The tiger stepped closer towards the door, bushing even on his own strength to open them and blinking at the sight of the leader.

"It's cold rey, come inside." True to character the tiger's voice was soft. He had an inkling where this conversation would go, and refused to meet the other's eyes for it. After all the tiger hadn't never really discussed it, but there was no denying his actions the last meeting, the intention. Even as Vaas had stuck rather closer to RHINE the careful non reaction was answer enough.

At the moment, there was no one inside the warehouse beyond the few dozing that Vaas let lay, most too out of it to care about the scents of the rattling of the tiger's own work to disturb him. "Winter's getting colder, it wouldn't do well to catch a cough again, hm?"

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"take me into your heart , accept me as your savior nail me to the fucking cross and let me be reborn" — an antagonist with a silver tongue , a pirate with nothing to loose and everything to gain .  vaas montenegro ; he who lives to fight demons should be weary he himself does not become one ." it's not like i am fucking crazy — "

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