Mituna Captor
Just Another Homestucker
Sylus coughed slightly as the material of his shirt pulled at his neck, he just stood there, he didn't have the energy to fight the other man off, not now, not today. He wasn't worried of course, because he was a vampire, and they weren't scared of anything, hm? But the way Hal had Sylus in his grasp reminded him of his uncle. And how he had held Sylus in the same way, many times.
So the man did what he always did when there was a firm grip on his shirt, bowed his head and waited, waited for that slap, that punch. Or simply to be dropped against the table and spared from a beating. Only with Hal, we couldn't predict what it was to be and that bothered him.
So the man did what he always did when there was a firm grip on his shirt, bowed his head and waited, waited for that slap, that punch. Or simply to be dropped against the table and spared from a beating. Only with Hal, we couldn't predict what it was to be and that bothered him.