Fenrir felt himself smirk again at the male's question, but this time not out of spite but more of amusment. Oh irony, how funny you can be.... He could tell the guy he was considerd a 'demon' to some people, dependign on you'd ask of course. While mjust called him, alogn with his two siblings, Chaos offsprings, which when he thought about it was pretty damn accuarte. "Can't say I'm the expert," he shrugged lazily, something devilishly glinting in his dark eyes as he stared Killian down again. "I know someone who is though~"
Kilian held Fenrirs gaze and began to ponder. Fenrir seemed not to be very trust-worthy, more like he would drag him in a dark nook to rack him as soon as they passed the next corner. But did he had any other choice? His dilemma was simple: Either he took the risk of getting involved by this shiftily guy and go with him or he was completely on his own in this cursed place he didn't know. Both ways didn't thrill him. But at least he had to accept the lesser evil - maybe it was the only possibility to find a way out. He still wasn't sober but the effect of the sedatives began slowly to subside as he straightened up and answered: "Which of those possibilities is more likely: Showing me the rear exit or intodrucing me to the demon whisperer?" He waited in strain and tried to maintain his sense of balance.
Si, it was pretty dman obvious this guy didn't trust him. And honestly, Fenrir couldn't blame him, and neither did he really care. If anything, the male was just being smart of being suspicious, Fenrir wasn't the only untrustworthy freak in this place. One could never be to careful in this little prision. "I know where the exit is, but if I had the power to leave I wouldn't be stuck here now would I," he dryly pointed out, giving the other guy a flat look. He sighed after amoment, and in a surpsinrgly gentle manner reached out to help steady Killian. But that small act of kindness quickly replaced itself with his dark and threatning look. "Careful with what you call her, she might take offense," he wraned coldly, that old and familiar feeling of protectivness rising up within him again, before casually letting him go. "You got a name or something?"
"The name's Kilian", he answered with a dry throat. After everything he experienced the last time his own name didn't sound familiar to him anymore. It was only a hollow word without meaning. He even didn't know if - and then how much of the old Kilian was still there. He felt like a stranger in his own skin. "At least I was called so. In this place they renamed me Cybrid. I don't even know what this means", he continued and tried to assess Fenrirs body language and face expression. Is he that threatening and cold by nature or just pretending? Kilian had no clue. And he was afraid of finding out the answer to this question. For now it was just okay to find out with whom he was dealing with, just in case he had to change his upcoming escape plans. "So, will you tell me who you are, too? I don't like talking to people about demons and other stuff who I don't even know by name." Only for ensure certainty he added afterwards: "And I didn't mean to offend anyone."
"Kilian," Fenrir repeated, as if testing the name. Hegave him another unreadable look after this, something dark and angry washing over his eyes for a second there. "Better keep holding on to your name, might be the last thing you'll ever have of your life before this prison soon enough," he casually said, taking a step back and began walking down the halls, indicating for the other to follow. "I was given the name Dark Eyes by our 'lovley employers'," he chuckled sarcasticlly, giving the other male a devilish grin. "Real names Fenrir, not like it matters anyway." He snorted out a laugh at Killian's small apology, once again being reminded of a pup. "I know you didn't, I just like givin you a fright." But of course, he was dead serious when he warned him about being careful of his words. While his sister may be more understadning, that didn't mean Fenrir was kind enough to let inuslts or something of the likes about her slide.
'I just like givin you a fright', yeah. Obviously... Kilian repressed the need to tell Fenrir what a scumbag he thought he was. Following him down the corridor he tried to remember where he heared his name before, but at the moment his mind was too clouded for such complicated thoughts. "Pardon me", he addressed him once more without seeking eye contact, just staring at the bottom while they went along. "But I don't get how they managed to cage a guy like you in this location. You don't seem to be someone who is easily to catch or who follows others rules." No, definately not. He squinted at him from the side and confirmed himself again in his words.
When Fenrir spoke of this place he could almost sense the hate in the atmosphere between them and Kilian felt a intimation of pity through his stoned spirit. The workers like Fenrir called them must live like in hell here. He wasn't aware what would await him behind his locked room door and it wasn't a comparison. His room was small but comfortable and he always was given excellent food three times a day, according to Fenrir out here were different states and he could tell just by taking a look on Fenrirs appearance. He looked strong but some kind of run-down. Why did I actually complained? Against his will he started to get a small different sight on him.
Fenrir chuckled slightly thomself again at the unnecessary politnes, keeping his own gaze locked ahead of them, only really half litsening as Killian began to speak. However, he certinaly managed to catch his attention with that question, even surprising Fenrir a little. He came to a halt, and turned his head back to look down at the other male, his expression void of any emtotion for a moment. Well, he thought mildly amused. This guy isn't as dumb as he looks. To be frank, Kilian had hit spot on with his little observation. Fenrir wasn't a guy who followed rules, never had and never will be. "Congrats, you might actually last awhile in here, being smarter than you look," he grinned wickedly, flicking the othe rmale on the nose. "You're right little man, I'm defenetily not the type who does what others tell me to. But...." he trailed off, his dark eyes growing empty for a moment. "...they found my 'weakness', and put damn good used to it." Did that make sense or answear the question? Whatever, Fenrir didn't feel like going on another rampage right now. He and his siblings has suffered enough for that day.
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Kilian lazily raised his eyebrow by being called smarter than he looked. He didn't know if he should take it as a compliment or just another jibe. But it didn't offend him as much as he thought because Fenrir had a reason to allude to this fact. He could hear himself mumbling: "Wait until you see me sober", when Fenrir flicked on his nose (he had the uncomfortable feeling this guy would continue nudging him, but he decided it was the best not to annoy him by pointing out his little fear of physical contact), but when his interlocutor suddenly stopped and answered his question something mundane like his sensitivity regarding Fenrir calling him names or teasing him was forgotten very quickly. He returned Fenrirs glance and felt a hint of a shiver crawling down his back. Who ever was able to deal with someone like Fenrir was not to be trifled with. "Sorry for that." Kilian didn't even noticed the words belonged to him as they left his mouth until it was too late. He was already aware Fenrir didn't care about courtesy or what he by himself generally uttered relating his feelings. But he couldn't help it. Maybe he was just as lost as he was. Yeah. Or he will leave your corpse in a dark corner.
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Fenrir chuckled again at Kilian's comment, but unlike the times before this one was geniune. Maybe, this guy wouldn't be too much of a pain or wuss. Odin knows there's too much cowardly annoying peope to deal in this rotten place already. "Here, you don't want to be sober," he snorted, serious even though he made it sound like a joke. He gave Kilian another look, this one more thoughtful before turning his attention ahead of them again. He had no empath-like abilties like his brother, or enough sympathy like his sister to care, but he didn't miss the small hints of discomfort whenever he touched the other male. So, Kilian was not that found of physical contact? Noted. Fenrir side-glanced at Kilian at the apology. "Only feel sorry for yourself, no one else will," he blankly said. "Although, feeling sorry for oneself won't keep you alive either," he smricked.
"Yeah. It's better not to feel sorry for anyone, not even for yourself", Kilian answered after a long time in a suddenly dark mood which came over him. "Wallowing yourself in self pity doesn't make things change. I don't know why I apologized, better just forget it..." He snorted deeply and clenched his fists, perceiving it only marginally. He remembered when he took his first dose of heroine, he was sixteen and didn't care about the consequences, only longing for a cure to end his suffering or make it more acceptable. He didn't feel sorry when he was high, feeling free from everything and became a run-down bum, he only felt sorry when he was sober and saw that he fell into the wrong hands again. But no matter how long he screamed and cried in the dark, no matter how high he was, nothing did just change by his imagination. Those demons would never go away, so why sinking in self-pity? He looked at Fenrir and got more lost in his quickly fading hope.
"Are you always that supportive? It's not like your words contribute to keep a bit of hope. It's just like you would advise me on committing suicide, in almost every sentence."
And hello feast of depression, Fenrir thought to himself, asking himself again why he had even botherd checking up on this guy before. He wasn't the caring type by far. He only ever showed concer for Hel and Jorry. Payign attention to this guy, ha dmsotly been out of curiosity, and an attempt to distratc himself from his current bad mood. As thigns were now, he couldn't risk going on another killing spree. His famliy always sufferd alogn with him whenever he fucked things up. But, to be honest... Kilian did intrigue him a bit. The male wasn't a complete waste of time. "Why ask when you obviously already know the answear to that," he snorted, nudging Kilian in a ungently manner with his elbow. A shadow seemed to cross his eyes again. "Commiting suicide won't only show that you're weak, but also mean that you allowed your captures they've won."
"You're right", Kilian replied and stopped, staring acutely at Fenrir in an unusual intension to show he was not as obtusely as he may seemed. Ignoring his physical aversion he came a few steps closer and added croaky: "I just wanted to look into your eyes to see how you feel about it. If you mean it. It's not easy to comprehend wether your words match your attitude." Kilian felt awfully inferior, he always had the weird impression walking next to some kind of an untamed animal, in the way Fenrir moved or looked at him, it always seemed to be lurking. So he was not sure how to behave properly in his presence. Quickly he stepped backwards and stared tensely on his bare feet again. "You have a good poker face... wish I was able to conceal my true feelings like you. I still don't know if you're honest with that."
Raising an eyebrow, Fenrir stopped as well when Kilian came to an halt, his dark eyes locked on his. He didn't as much as blink when the other male stapped up closer to him, and merely gave him a slightly questioning look as what he said next. What exactly was he expecting Fenrir to do to this? Or was he simply just observng him more? Once again, Fenrir was remined of a pup when eh took Kilian in, seeming so small compared to himself and tryign to figure out the right course of action around him. The guy wasn't dumb, Fenrir gave him that. As he stepped back again and went back to staring at his feet, Fenrir was about to brush him off and contine walking, but instead was left in surprsise when eh caught the next things Kilian said. "...you think I have a good poker face?" he repeated, blinking once. His lips twicthed into a smirk. Well, that sure is a first. He burst out laughing. "Oh man, if you think I'm good at concealing my true feelings, wait until you meet the reptile," he snorted between laughter, placing his hand ontop of Kilian's hand and messing up his hair again. His younger brother would defenetily make this little 'pup' uncomfortable. "I'll let ya in on a secret, sicne i'm kinda starting to tolerate you," he chuckled, leaning his face in close towards the other. "My 'poker face' is shit, I'm just good at not giving a single a fuck~"
Kilian endured Fenrirs renewed touch reluctantly and swallowed his curses. When the other one enlighted him about what he just stated he felt kind of torn between a hint of admiration and disdain. But the most important thing was that Fenrir pointed out he started to tolerate him what sounded good to him in first place. He could get rid of him if things between them would ever change to be worse than in this moment. But for now he accepted being tolerated, not knowing who they would maybe meet too in this place. Having a guy like Fenrir at his side made him feel safer somehow although he felt uncomfortable at the same time.
"Reptile?", he repeated and a unpleasant foreboding crept over him like Fenrir just read his mind. And as he continued his words made Kilian smile a bit in amusement, although he didn't wanted to. When he could no longer bear Fenrirs closeness he quickly went on, but he watched every move the other guy made. "So where are we going? You're not gonna lead me into a secret place so they-who-ever-they-are can carve me up again like the last 5 times, huh? You're not playing a trick on me?" He would give Fenrir credit for. He was definitely a pretty sly contemporary Kilian should better guard against. But at the same time this mysterious aura kind of hooked him.
"My brother," Fenrir casually answerd the male's unvoiced question, straighting back up and allowing Kilian back his space. Maybe he should try and learn what 'persoal space' was, before he'd got punished for something silly like molesteing other workers. Please, getting molested was their job in this shithole. He calmly walked a few steps behind Kilian, apparnetly in no rush whatsoever. Hel was loked up for now afterall... and as much as he'd like to ignore the orders and let her out... he couldn't risk her getting hurt beaucse of his impatience. He chuckled under his breathe at Kilian's question, giving him a side-way glance. "If I wanted to hurt you, you would've been left in that corner I found you in with your guts pouring out of your stomach and painted these walls with it," he stated matter of factly, yawning loudly right after he said it. "Relax puppy, we're just taking a walk now. Most likely towards the kitchen."