Thread: Getting The Fix [Gwendolyn + The King]

Just another one of those days. Where the sun is shining outside and the clouds hovering in the sky barely do a thing to shade those below them. Where the wind blows cools breezes to the populace walking outside, where the foul smell of twisted pleasure isn't tasted by the lips of the innocent. Not quite yet anyway. It was just one of those days that one either loved or out right hated. For him, he had never been sure. Never with the humans outside that he seemingly lusted for as they walked by the window he stared out of. Maybe he should have gone out to breathe the same air they did, one that was admitted peppered with the scent of road side stands- their wares traveling for miles simply for others to get a whiff of. But there was no assurance that their wouldn't be any casualties had he stepped out, besides he was waiting for someone. Slowly he turned from the window, white strands blanketing his sides as per usual as he stretched a hand out. Fingers riding over the parcel that the other wished to have. After all that was the reason he'd be coming here, to get his fix- while in turn Bakuya wished to get his own. Did the other know what he was getting himself into? Quite possibly, he just couldn't remember if he'd had this client before or not. Though it wouldn't fail to amuse him if this was another new fresh victim, something he delighted in when the other would learn what he was truly after. Blood. It coursed in the veins of over human, even mammal, the life giving elixir was what he had always been after. It had been the reason he wouldn't grace the outside world on such a lovely day as this, his urges something that had almost gotten him sent to court and forced into an asylum. Lucky for him their had been a few loop holes and he was off the hook. Now look where he was, simply waiting on another man to come to his door for his fix. Ah well it was much better than any alternative that could have possible happened to him. Creasing the small bag in his grasp he started to fold it softly, not letting the contents inside burst as he eyed the door. Simply waiting, the urge to run out and find the man in his blood, but that wouldn't do him any good. They had to come to him, begging at times for what they craved. pushing a few stray strands of his hair, he slowly pocketed the parcel in the only thing he wore. A set of slick looking white jeans that clung to his body in a manner that suggested they were made for him. One of the only things he would wear on a daily basis, not seeing the point in getting pretty or dressed up for others. He was usually alone anywhere unless someone came over for what they craved. Well that was him in a nut shell as the light hours plagued the outside. At night it was an entirely different story, but that's something for a little later, no? Rubbing his free hands together he moved toawrds the door, hovering beside it as if excepting to hear a knock and a call from the other. A password would also need to be spoke, one that seemed as casual as it could be. Just a normal 'hello' but seemingly held a few seconds longer than usual. Making it seem like the other had been waiting for him to open up for a long time. That was just how things went. Licking his lips idly he slowly pressed his body into a nearby wall, arms crossing as he waited to hear the other come. Simply wishing to get this over with and to get his own fix as well. listulistulistu