The Age of Man is Over

n-ikk:

madelineforce:

Oh, you’re very good to me darling. Though, it’s more than that. Your blood is good, it’s pure. Aside from the liquor you like— I can taste that you’ve taken care of yourself. That, my good little Niklaus, makes you delectable. And your willingness, of course.

When you speak like that it’s as if you hint at me to stop drinking entirely. That being said though, I could easily hail i’ve taken good care of myself. Why on Earth wouldn’t I?

Oh no, I quite like the aroma your blood holds when I drink from you. The liquor thins it, but makes it taste richer. Don’t you dare stop, Niklaus. 

n-ikk:

It does shock me, but I do. Chose to keep quiet because, you know, it’s the safest option. Shocks me more that you could kill me with your bare hands, and yet you choose to keep me. I must be good to you; an angel.

Oh, you’re very good to me darling. Though, it’s more than that. Your blood is good, it’s pure. Aside from the liquor you like— I can taste that you’ve taken care of yourself. That, my good little Niklaus, makes you delectable. And your willingness, of course.

(Source: madelineforce)

n-ikk:

…where on Earth would I go?

Good boy— can’t you just admit you actually like me. Even if it shocks you to your core, love. I can sense it.

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n-ikk:

Well, I haven’t much choice in this… I can only do what you ask, after all… can’t I?

Did you want to go, Nik?

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n-ikk:

I can tell.

You know, that guy could kill me for this…

But he won’t because you’re mine. I’m debating whether to turn you or not and for good reason. He knows I love him, but you—

You’re my perfect little addiction.

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n-ikk:

…there’s plenty of meaty things. What takes your fancy?

Your thigh, love. Though— make sure Felix can see. I’m an impatient little bitch.

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n-ikk:

What do you think?

It better not be. Now— your wrist is dull. Give me something else, something… meaty.

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n-ikk:

Such as… What? Getting to know the locals of Italy? I’m sure they’ll love you…

Is that sarcasm? *bloody lips, nomnomnom*

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n-ikk:

*casually hands wrist* I’m just saying… Wouldn’t want you slaughtering another village, would we?

I will slaughter if I want too, but hopefully I’ll be busy with other things. *bites into his wrists and drinks*

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n-ikk:

He’s over there, if you use your eyes. Packing clothes…

Don’t be an arse, Nik. Really now— give me your wrist, I’m parched.

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