Who: Malakai, Ilya, and Rurik What: Effects of the Timey Wimey plot, vampire style When/Where: Tonight, an abandoned house outside Rurik's shop, USA Warnings: Graphic imagery, mun-coordinated violence, character death. Ish.
Malakai hesitated at the top of the stairs leading to the basement of the dilapidated house he had sensed Rurik in, trying to compose himself for the eventual scene. The smell of drugs and blood flooded his senses, and he had to focus, really focus just to hear the flighty heartbeat of the man downstairs. He couldn't feel the witch's magic in the air, which was perhaps the most unnerving thing, and he finally steeled himself enough to make the trip down the stairs.
He wasn't sure which was more upsetting; the sight of the man hanging from the ceiling, hooks straight through his shoulders, pale enough to already be dead, or the fact that he was momentairly relieved that the man was still in one piece. His steps toward the body were slow, hesitant, as if he was afraid his return was going to ruin the illusion, and scare the man's soul from his body. Once he was close enough, he reached up to undo the chains from the ceiling, taking him down with the hooks still intact. Removing them would cause him to lose the rest of his blood.
Malakai was startlingly gentle as he set Rurik on a nearby table, sitting upright to try and prevent as much bloodloss as possible. He moved forward to draw the man's head to his shoulder, shocked at how cold he felt. He was in shock, he realized, feeling the tremble in his hand as he brushed the man's hair from his face.
"What happened, lover? How did it come to this?" He rocked them gently, waiting for Ilya to arrive, or Rurik to rouse himself, unsure of just what else he could do.