[His teeth ache. It aches in a way where it feels like it won't subside until he sinks his teeth into something. Into flesh. It gnaws at him, a hunger that claws viciously and he can't say he likes.
He's in the Smoked Egg merely out of convenience. He doesn't enjoy this place, never cared for it. His only experiences had been walking through it to get to the Naked Yolk. He watches with disinterest at all the debauchery around him, his attention settled on any humans that had ended up there. He's looking for familiar faces mostly, so when Sylvain shows up, his eyes are already trained on the man. He watches carefully, eyeing the way that other vampires seem to have their eyes on him. It burns something awful in his chest; makes him gnash his teeth. Something dark grabs at his psyche and he finds that he can't stand the idea of anyone else touching him.
So when a vampire tries to get into Sylvain's space, Wriothesley gets up from where he's seated. He closes in, his voice icy.] You better scram somewhere else. He's with me. [That was definitely a tone that should not be crossed.]
C.
He's in the Smoked Egg merely out of convenience. He doesn't enjoy this place, never cared for it. His only experiences had been walking through it to get to the Naked Yolk. He watches with disinterest at all the debauchery around him, his attention settled on any humans that had ended up there. He's looking for familiar faces mostly, so when Sylvain shows up, his eyes are already trained on the man. He watches carefully, eyeing the way that other vampires seem to have their eyes on him. It burns something awful in his chest; makes him gnash his teeth. Something dark grabs at his psyche and he finds that he can't stand the idea of anyone else touching him.
So when a vampire tries to get into Sylvain's space, Wriothesley gets up from where he's seated. He closes in, his voice icy.] You better scram somewhere else. He's with me. [That was definitely a tone that should not be crossed.]