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HC MemeHurt/Comfort - Hurt/comfort is a fan fiction genre that involves the physical pain or emotional distress of one character, who is cared for by another character. The injury, sickness or other kind of hurt allows an exploration of the characters and their relationship

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Victor Noiret || Vampire: The Masquerade OC || OTA

[nonepenthe]

[Comforted or comforter, anything goes.]

8 and behold the creation of a new verse

[pandoragrace]

It was difficult how much time had passed. Hours, but not yet days. Even necromancers had to sleep, and they hadn't been inclined to that yet. Or letting her, to her dismay. Whatever ritual they had wanted her for was lengthy, something that required the marks to be written on her, with blood and resin. The sundress was definitely ruined and she was pretty sure this was going to leave her with nightmares for months. Easily.

They'd left her in their ornate circle as they'd gone to investigate, this trio of young and ambitious men. It would have been to opportune moment to slip out, but they'd made sure that the knots of rope around her wrist held to the hook anchored to the stone floor. The marks on the floor and her own skin were too bright to do anything but close her eyes. Take stock. Hope.

Maybe it'll be something that'll eat them.

now we need a verse name... hmmmm...

[nonepenthe]

Manipulating the Cobweb takes huge amounts of energy; almost all of the time, it's nothing but a crowding madness that whispers information and instinct at him constantly. But having his mind connected to thousands of others has to have its advantages, if only one could attain the focus to use it. It's good for finding things. It took some meditation, it took seeking a Locus and sitting atop it with his usually scattered mind concentrated.

But it served him. It could be bent to his will.

It had leave him a little weaker as he approached their little hideout. He opted for the plan to cause a distraction (setting fire to their dogs) and seeing if he could hustle her out -- though he did desperately need to feed after the effort of tracing her and the blood magic he'd used to cast an obfuscation spell. Just to make him that much harder to detect as he slipped by the necromancers and into the room he sought

lol I think Blood Moon is copyrighted.

[pandoragrace]

She could say, with some confidence, that nercomancers and vampires didn't usually didn't interact much. Necromancers didn't care for anything that could coerce or force them to share power. So she was almost relieved to hear a familiar voice. As relieved as someone covered in someone else's blood could be. Her head jerked around, as she risked a peek. Yep. Vampire.

"Hello, Dog." She tried unsuccessfully to keep her voice from shaking. The light hurt and she closed her eyes again. Her cheeks were already lined from the tears she'd shed earlier "Did you eat them? Because I wouldn't complain this time if you did."

their 'friendship' is so utterly fucked up oh god xD

[nonepenthe]

"Not yet," he said in a tone that was verging on reassuring -- though Victor never was good at pinning down emotions and expressing them. He didn't like how broken down she looked, how he could hear the echoes in the hollows of her. He studied the blood circle for a moment before determining that no vampire entrapment was involved in the symbols; why would they think to ward against something so seemingly irrelevant, after all?

A quick scan of the room and he located a knife -- bloodied, for purposes presumably nefarious -- snatched it up, and scuttled down to start sawing at the rope binding her. "They will burn under triple suns. They will cry out as their veins turn black." The rope was thick but his knife was serrated. He touched his fingers to the back of one of her wrists. "When this rope is run through, you will rise strong as as a saint with furious prophecy in her eyes. For me."

It's glorious! and pandora would happily feed him necromancers.

[pandoragrace]

"I...really don't know what you're saying, but it sounds pretty." This time, the touch brings the sharp edges of other people's lives, and she's too exhausted to do anything more than let it pass through her. The edge of the circle makes a noise like a sharp crack, and probably says precisely what it's for. Trapping spirits. The rope was because they didn't know how to stop flesh.

She peeks again, just enough to hold her wrists out of the way as much as possible and keep the fibers taut. "Break the circle, too, please."

dog!victor will happy to be fed necro-treats

[nonepenthe]

He's calm now, can't she see? The threads of the Cobweb are in order; they align. They are showing him things he needs to know, wants to know. He'll burn himself out soon, he'll lose this breathtaking clarity of vision and return to his usual desperate chaos, but for now his mind is fast and clean. It's taking its toll on his body, however. Blood magic does that. "Nn."

Disappointed that she isn't understanding him, he slices the rest of the rope and then moves out to the circle, drawing on collective Malkavian knowledge to safely break it. See, see? He's on fire. He can see everything so clearly. There's a twang in his mind and he knows at least one necromancer is returning. Still crouching, circle now cracked, he points like an actual hunting dog towards the door, seeming poised to spring in her defense.

Who knows why, really.

pandora at her base is actually kinda creepy.

[pandoragrace]

The moment she's free, Pandora scrambles out of the circle. Her gaze turns to him, considering. There's an expectation there she's not sure how to fulfill, or if she even wants to. There's no real strength for complex emotion left, and it's easier to let herself drift back into the fog. Even though she remembers what happened last time

back! and yay, creepy pandora!

[nonepenthe]

Unnaturally still, Victor remains in his crouching position until after the necromancer's body has hit the floor. He'd twitched momentarily at his approach, ready for a spring, but it looked as though the object of his rescue didn't actually need all that much help now that she was sprung from the circle.

With that animalistic streak still in his movements -- he always becomes a little more sharp and a little less human when he's been using blood magic and is in need of feeding -- he rises to his feet and arcs around her fallen captor, barely glancing at him. Now that he's dead, his blood is of no interest. He looks at her like a child would look at an adult, tugging on their sleeve.

"Leave one for me," he says with a guileless nod. Need blood. She can take down the other, if she likes. He scampers silently up the stone steps and follows his nose.

yay! you're back! and omg, victor.

[pandoragrace]

Pandora's not really sure how to fine tune her defenses into something less lethal, and her first attack was tiring as it stands. She watches him go with that same sort of detachment. It doesn't stop her mind from trying to turn over his behavior in her head. Strange, is the conclusion. Worth looking into later.

She follows a little more slowly, if only because this prison doesn't quite feel real any more. The steps are rough under her bare feet, and that's probably the only thing keeping her grounded. There are likely two more, unless they've wisened up and fled. She's curious to see if he will eat them, and more to the point, of what that looks like when you're not on the receiving end.

bless these two and their brands of crazy

[nonepenthe]

For once he's in tune with the Cobweb, he can use it in tandem with his sense of smell to draw information seemingly from the ether. It isn't difficult. The other necromancers aren't even aware that the third of their party is dead: and that one of them is about to become lunch for a hungry, hungry Malkavian. He'll make sure that his Bob is as well as she could be (all things considered) in a moment -- first, he needs to eat.

It takes him roughly fifteen slow seconds to exsanguinate a full-grown man. Latching on is easy once he rocks up behind him; he's stronger than he looks and there's an edge of desperation lent to it. The man had been poking around the perimeter, like that would do any good. The fangs are only visible for a brief flash of time before they're buried in flesh, blood welling up around the puncture wounds but quickly suctioned by lips. He's vulnerable in this position, ecstatic with the feeding and locked onto a sedated body, but it's hard to care all that much when he needs blood this badly. It's dark anyway.

it can be oddly complimentary, also no one likes necromancers for a reason

[pandoragrace]

Pandora's not about to go hunting for the third necromancer, though her curiosity has her seriously reconsidering approaching the vampire when he's looking peckish. Or, rather, the sight of all the color fading from the necromancer as he sucks him down does. The air is cool enough to make her shiver, her bare feet in the grass and her shoulders bare as they are

true that

[nonepenthe]

The last strains of life being sucked through an open vein is a thin, throbbing, fading affair. The last wisps are disappearing and the feeding is over all too soon -- but Victor is stronger again, and a little more himself. Close enough. His head snaps around in time to see Pandora on the ground. It's just as well that she'd dropped -- the fastest way to the necromancer is linear, after all.

Perhaps she doesn't see the way he flashes like lightning over her and uses both hands to snap the last necromancer's neck with a crunch like the first bite into a toffee apple. Perhaps she doesn't notice for a while the way he comes crouching down on the ground next to her, head tilting and eyes quizzing like the dog she's nicknamed him for. There's blood smeared around his lips and down his chin, and an absolutely earnest look in his eye. "Bo-ob?" He extends the syllable into two childishly.

welp, that image is going to be in my head forever. thanks.

[pandoragrace]

"My name is Pandora." It's important, that. Names are important. Especially when the ground feels like it's throbbing, in time with her rapidly beating heart. The sound of it fills up her head in the absence of the spell. Her hands fall away from her face, and it's with effort that she forces herself to straighten up. Removes her gaze from the mess on his face.

Humans don't have such fascination with blood. It's difficult to avert her gaze. Instead, her gaze sweeps and finds the first body he left. She risks a glance behind her to find a second. The only color is the vampire beside her and the grass. "I think there was only three." It's easier to be matter-of-fact about it. She's not even going to worry about not feeling guilty, this time.

welcome!

[nonepenthe]

It's the first time she's told him her name. Pandora. Very appropriate. He rocks back on his heels and waits patiently for her to regain her sense of space and time and self, for her to glance around and pinpoint any threats -- or lack thereof. The Cobweb has returned to its usual state of chaos inside his mind. Part of him misses the quiet, but for the most part it's a relief to have his thoughts drowned again.

"Are you hurting, Pandora?" He is, after all, here to help. The blood between his teeth shouldn't take away from that, right?

Such cheek. XD

[pandoragrace]

"Yes." Sticking with the facts are easiest. It's a weird way to ask, isn't it? Maybe. She doesn't want to look at him, until he cleans up a bit, but she feels like all her nerves are exposed. She's hyper aware of the way her chest moves with each breath, the slow-creeping scent of death, the blood that's not quite dried on her own skin. "I don't think I'm injured." Though, as she says it, she's looking at her wrists, rubbed raw from the rope.

"I'd like to go now."