Malakai Chmelyk // 'Volos' (volos) wrote in utr_logs,
The sound of the footsteps above him made Kai growl, clutching his witch to himself as he watched the man- his son- descend the steps. Had it been anyone else, he might have snapped, but there was still enough rationale in him to remind himself that he was invited. The contingency plan. He met Ilya's eyes with a brief, vacant look, before turning his attention back to Rurik.
As if remembering himself, he brought up one of his wrists, ripping the skin without so much as a flinch. He presed the wound to Rurik's lips, tilting his head back to make the liquid flow down his throat. It wasn't enough- it couldn't be enough- but he hoped it would at least be enough to wake him. To say goodbye.
His mouth opened as if to speak, but he was at a loss for words, a foreign tightness in his chest and throat he didn't even know to blame on his emotions.