INCOMPLETE.
Who: Heine, Shae.
When: tonight.
Where: near the river.
Rating: PG-13 just for Heine's mouth.
Warnings: Language. That's it, rly. ):
Summary: Shae's a recent arrival to Purgatorium, and for god knows what reason lol it's totally not because she reminds him of Lily and Nill what no wayyyy, Heine sets off to find her and take her somewhere safe.
Well, Heine thought. If Giovanni ever caught wind of this, he figured he'd probably have a lot of explaining to do.
Though why he supposed he even owed him an explanation, he wasn't sure. If anything, he'd probably end up shrugging and telling him to "go to hell" after the first question of, "Well, well, Heine. What do we have here?" It was none of his business. It was none of anyone's business, honestly, and if anyone had a problem with it, he knew about three hundred different ways to get them to shut the hell up. Possibly even more than that, really, depending on his mood and the time of day.
But it was unusual, yes. Very unusual, because Heine typically tried his best to avoid the opposite gender, save for Nill, and he wasn't sure why he was trying to go about changing that right then. It just wasn't that it was a bad idea; it was inherently foolish and incredibly dangerous and careless of him to indulge in such wants, to indulge in such threatening temptations. Not for him, of course, as he could weather almost anything that was thrown at him, but it was definitely dangerous to her, to the girl that he had every intent on somewhat rescuing. She could accidentally touch him, accidentally get a little too close, and what then? It could trigger something, trigger the dog that slept so lightly beneath the surface, that clawed at his insides and whispered of violence against his ear when everything else was silent.
He had never been the hero. He had never wanted to be the hero, even. It was stupid of him to try and step into a role that wouldn't ever fit him, and yet. Yet for whatever reason, he couldn't help himself. And, yes, she reminded him of Nill, and yes, she reminded him of Lily, but he'd never really admit that aloud, never tell that to anybody else. Blonde hair, and fragile, and pale, and sweet-natured, and it hurt his stomach just thinking about it, made his throat tighten a bit, had his fingers digging into the palm of his hand. Memories, stupid memories, and he pushed them back, shoved them away. They didn't matter. It didn't matter.
She was just a girl, he told himself. She was just a girl, and it didn't matter. Pause, rewind, repeat. Pause, rewind, repeat. It became habit after awhile.
It didn't take him that long to find her, but that wasn't entirely surprising, either. The city of Purgatorium smelled like metal, like burning steel, and it typically tended to override his senses. When he got close enough to the river, when he was breaching the edge of the forest, that smell filtered away into something softer, fainter, into something much more feminine and delicate. After that, it was rather simple picking her out amongst the trees and the underbrush, and he pushed past the layers of branches and leaves, barely flinching when one would brush a little too hard against one of the wounds he'd received courtesy of Giovanni. His regenerative ability had seemingly taken an unfortunate blow following his arrival to Purgatorium. It really wasn't all that it used to be.
But he paused when he was breaking out into the clearing, when he stumbled upon her, when red eyes first flicked down to focus in on her still form. He paused, and he had to remind himself to breathe, had to force the memories away again, and all but keep himself from going into a state of shock or panic.
"Found you," he said after a moment, after he finally found his voice, and he crouched down in front of her, careful to keep his distance, careful to keep from touching her. He squinted and tilted his head, peering past all that blonde hair to narrow his vision in on a pretty and well-defined face. "Guess that means you're it, huh?"
When: tonight.
Where: near the river.
Rating: PG-13 just for Heine's mouth.
Warnings: Language. That's it, rly. ):
Summary: Shae's a recent arrival to Purgatorium, and for god knows what reason lol it's totally not because she reminds him of Lily and Nill what no wayyyy, Heine sets off to find her and take her somewhere safe.
Well, Heine thought. If Giovanni ever caught wind of this, he figured he'd probably have a lot of explaining to do.
Though why he supposed he even owed him an explanation, he wasn't sure. If anything, he'd probably end up shrugging and telling him to "go to hell" after the first question of, "Well, well, Heine. What do we have here?" It was none of his business. It was none of anyone's business, honestly, and if anyone had a problem with it, he knew about three hundred different ways to get them to shut the hell up. Possibly even more than that, really, depending on his mood and the time of day.
But it was unusual, yes. Very unusual, because Heine typically tried his best to avoid the opposite gender, save for Nill, and he wasn't sure why he was trying to go about changing that right then. It just wasn't that it was a bad idea; it was inherently foolish and incredibly dangerous and careless of him to indulge in such wants, to indulge in such threatening temptations. Not for him, of course, as he could weather almost anything that was thrown at him, but it was definitely dangerous to her, to the girl that he had every intent on somewhat rescuing. She could accidentally touch him, accidentally get a little too close, and what then? It could trigger something, trigger the dog that slept so lightly beneath the surface, that clawed at his insides and whispered of violence against his ear when everything else was silent.
He had never been the hero. He had never wanted to be the hero, even. It was stupid of him to try and step into a role that wouldn't ever fit him, and yet. Yet for whatever reason, he couldn't help himself. And, yes, she reminded him of Nill, and yes, she reminded him of Lily, but he'd never really admit that aloud, never tell that to anybody else. Blonde hair, and fragile, and pale, and sweet-natured, and it hurt his stomach just thinking about it, made his throat tighten a bit, had his fingers digging into the palm of his hand. Memories, stupid memories, and he pushed them back, shoved them away. They didn't matter. It didn't matter.
She was just a girl, he told himself. She was just a girl, and it didn't matter. Pause, rewind, repeat. Pause, rewind, repeat. It became habit after awhile.
It didn't take him that long to find her, but that wasn't entirely surprising, either. The city of Purgatorium smelled like metal, like burning steel, and it typically tended to override his senses. When he got close enough to the river, when he was breaching the edge of the forest, that smell filtered away into something softer, fainter, into something much more feminine and delicate. After that, it was rather simple picking her out amongst the trees and the underbrush, and he pushed past the layers of branches and leaves, barely flinching when one would brush a little too hard against one of the wounds he'd received courtesy of Giovanni. His regenerative ability had seemingly taken an unfortunate blow following his arrival to Purgatorium. It really wasn't all that it used to be.
But he paused when he was breaking out into the clearing, when he stumbled upon her, when red eyes first flicked down to focus in on her still form. He paused, and he had to remind himself to breathe, had to force the memories away again, and all but keep himself from going into a state of shock or panic.
"Found you," he said after a moment, after he finally found his voice, and he crouched down in front of her, careful to keep his distance, careful to keep from touching her. He squinted and tilted his head, peering past all that blonde hair to narrow his vision in on a pretty and well-defined face. "Guess that means you're it, huh?"