Fenrir seemed to be having quite a great time at the moment, feeling a little proud that he apparently had it easily anger the other 'demon'. And some thougth he as overly sensetive... which he is, to be fair. For various reasons. He quirked an eyebrow at the nickname, his lips tiwtching slightly. "So it's a date then?" he cheerfully added, taunting Sváfa one last time before seeing her fade back into Kilian's subconsciousness again. Angel Face, he thought amused to himself, only a bit irked by it. Gotta remember that one.
He reache dout and placed a hand on Kilian's shoulder, as if to steady him, and gently ahd him leaning against the wall. "Wakey, wakey little puppy," he sang, snapping his fingers inches away from the male's face.
Shit... I was completely gone.... Kilians sight turned slowly from black to the normal state, recognizing Fenrir waving his hands in front of his face. He was glad nothing terrible happened, wether to him or the other guy (what he had to admit was less likely), he didn't know what he would have done in this case. For now it was just okay the way it was. But then he realized what just happened. Actually Kilian wanted to think about how Sváfa managed it to make him fade away completely what scared the hell out of him a few moments ago, but then suddenly he remembered the first thing he heared when he came back again and this scared him even more. "Why the hell are you talking about having a date with me?" Kilian blinked frightened and irritated at Fenrir while he contemporaneous thought about what would be a (more) appropriate reaction on it.
"Oh, so you heard that," Fenrir snorted, not in the least embarrassed about it. Instead of lowering his hand away from Kilian's face (whose frigthend expression was both adorable and hilarous to see) he gave the male's cheek a gentle pat. "So you're back then? Good, the 'other' you wasn't as much fun as I thought, so I started to miss you," he shrugged casually. "By the way, what do I call the other one? He, or she, whatever, didn't feel like telling me."
"Thank god", Kilian mumbled to himself when he noticed Fenrirs words were not meant serious. He waited a few seconds to collect himself before he felt like answering on Fenrirs question. "You have no idea how reluctant she is. Her name is Sváfa and as far as I know she's the demon of an old nordic valkyrie. I don't know, she's definately up to something... we don't..." Kilian bit his lip and shrugged his shoulders. "... talk that much. She's not an easy companion. By the way I would really appreciate it if you wouldn't mock her because I am the one who will have to take the rap." He pushed himself from the wall and wanted to go along, but then he stopped and turned to Fenrir. "Better you walk ahead. I have no idea where we are."
The smile on Fenrir's face slowly faded as Kilian began asnwering his question, and suddenly the situation wasn't so amusing anymore. Just hearing the old norse name 'Sváfa' was enough for his cheerful mood to drop. "....a valkyire..?" he repeated slowly, a dark shadow crossing over his featuers. He could feel his fangs and claws slowly begining to emerge, itching to claw into flesh and draw blood. But with the damn collar around his neck, it would just shock him back into place. He may not know who this 'Sváfa' person is, but knowing that she was a valkyire of all things, did nothign but calm down his raging hate towards all thse damn Aesir and thse who stood beside them. He clenched his fist, arm slightly trembling in anger as he darkly stared the other male down. Keeping his mood in control sure was a goddamn bloodsport. Then suddenly he moved, and a loud thud, brekaing sound echoe dout through the hallways. His fist was inches away from Kilian's head, almost buried in the hole he'd now created in the wall with blood dripping down from his palm. "....right," he mutterd, sounding like a complete different person right then. Pulling his fist out of the wall, he wordlessly turned and began walking on ahead. "This way pup...."
Kilian wasn't able to move, staring at Fenrirs bleeding hand he drew back from the hole beside his head. Did that just really happen? His thoughts rushed into a terrible mess and pure adrenaline was pulsing through his veins, urging him to ran away as fast as he could. But he dared not even to blink. Fenrirs reaction came that startling it felt like someone punched him right in the stomach. At once everything irrupted all over him again what was why he avoided people for years and he felt how he started shivering to the bones. They were impulsive, not trust-worthy and wayward. One could never be sure what they would do next. They'll only hurt you anyway, doesn't matter in which way and you knew this! When Fenrir walked ahead, signing him to follow and couldn't see his face anymore, Kilians features derailed him. Feeling helpless and disturbed he tried to bring his heavy breaths under controle before he followed Fenrir with small steps to simply not stir his attention again.
He didn't understand what was going on, what went wrong according to his explanation of Sváfa, but he was afraid to ask. He wished he could turn back, but now it seemed a little bit too late. Only after a few minutes of horrible silence Kilian dared to say something with thin, trembling voice. "... what have I done? I didn't meant to... I -" His voice broke and he started another try. "Please don't do this ever again..." Fenrirs sudden mood swing left him some kind of shocked and he was aware that things won't get easier in the future now.
During thei short minutes of silence, Fenrir was busy enought tyring to contain his bloodlust and rgae contained, and wonderd how the hell his brother was so damn good at it. His fists were still clenched, his nails biting into the skin of his palm still and draing more blood, but that apparently went unnoticed by him. He slowed down to a stop when he ehard the trembling voice of Kilian behind him, but kept his gaze forard in case he'd break out into another rgaefit and scare the male to death. He snorted dryly at the pleading, but strnagely enough found himself finally calming down to some extent. "Like I said before, I can't make any promises," he mutterd, slowly turnign back aroudn until he was facing the other. He did nothing else but just stare down at him for a moment, eyes darker than usual as he frowned, for once not really sure on how to act. "You didn't do shit," he mutetrd then, rubbng his head and mutteirng something in old norse. "That demon valkyire however..." A low growl emitted from his throat. "......nevermind."
Fenrirs inner struggle about what just made him break out did not escape Kilian. He observed his restrained rage about something he couldn't retrace in every move he made, asking himself what the hell was wrong with this guy. However, he didn't want to make their current situation worse, so he didn't show any emotion or even answered when Fenrir spoke to him the first time. But when he turned around, staring at him like a devil himself he couldn't help to flinch a little with racing heartbeat. "Nevermind?" Kilian gave him a incredulous look while he braved himself not to move further backwards. "You just punched a bloody hole into a wall. Only inches away from my face." Getting a little nervous? I would also be in your place, you pathetic craven. He'll tear you up before you'll notice it. Kilian sighed tortured, willing to ignore Sváfa, come what may. "Are you alright?", he asked Fenrir warily, more to convince himself it was not going to be dangerous again than really caring about how he felt according to Fenrirs demonic looks and his behaviour. You know we can cope him. Bug off! I don't want to cope him! It's all your fault.
Fenrir glanced back at the hole in the wall he made only minutes ago, giving it a bored look as if it wasn't such a big deal. This was nothing compared to what he usally did when he snapped. Oh shit, he just gave that bitch Jean another reason to punish him didn't he? Hell, maybe he'll just have to go around without food for another couple days. Turning his gaze back to Kilian, he at firts gave the male a dark, suspisious glare at the question. The male obviously didn't care about his being... Surely, he just wanted to make sure he wouldn't snapp again and punch a hole through his head next time. Another deep sigh left his mouth. Being angry sure tired one out. "Haven't been 'alright' since centuries back," he mutterd, rubbing the back of his head again. "...that demon of yours still awake in there?" he growled lowly, staring straight into Kilian's eyes this time. He walke up to him again, cornering him. "If she's so bent on killing me, then she's more than welcomed to try~" he smirked dangerously.
Great! Are you now satisfied? Kilian didn't want to gave the other guy a reason to freak out again, so he stood as still as he could, only following him with his eyes. It depends on wether you'll let me rise or not, Sváfa purred deep inside his mind were he put her. "Definately not", he answered huskily to both, Fenrir and the demon. Then he continued turning to Fenrir who still was cornering him in a way which made him quiet nervous: "She doesn't want to kill you -" Not true, meanwhile I like him even less although he has a pretty face. "... she only wanted to absorb your powers. Cosmical energy, whatever, I didn't listen carefully enough. But it didn't work", he said a bit irritated due to Sváfas monologue. Kilian tried to get out of Fenrirs cornering reach, but after several times he saw it was useless. In the end he stood again with his back at a wall like so many times today and had to face Fenrirs dangerously closeness with some kind of a reall weird fear paralysis and clenched fists. Although Kilian felt the need to look down he forced himself not to as he added, tiny beads of sweat on his forehead: "Please... I may be a scaredy cat and she's a bitch, but I'm not up to seek trouble with you - Angel Face."
"Absorb my powers?" Fenrir repeated, startign to look amused by the sitatuion again, but the anger was still clearly there just not as strongly as seconds before. "Well that explains the touching I guess" he chuckled, giving Kilian a quick look over before allowing him some personal space back. Made him wonder if that was even possible for the valkyire demon to do? Hmm.... guess he really should've payed more attention their mother's hateful rants about them. "As I said, she's free to try," he said again, casually wipping of his blooddrenched hands on his shirt without a care or worry about it staining. Hearing that weird nickname again only resluted in Fenrir chuckling once more, both slightly annoyed and amused by it. He is so used to being called something much crueler afterall. "I know you're not pup, you've proved to have a brain underneeth that delictae skull of yours," he smirked. "Let's just hope Svàfa keeps that hunger of ehrs in check, or you both might as well be my next meal."
When Fenrir mentionned that Sváfa touched him while trying to absorb his power Kilian felt how he was blushing as well in embarrassment as in anger. But luckily the situation somehow cooled down instead of escalating, so he allowed himself to calm down again and felt much better, but still wary. At least Fenrirs last statement gave him a reason to stay watchful although it sounded not very likely in his ears. He observed Fenrir wiping his bloody hands on his shirt and frowned. "Wow. You can make people feel really uncomfortable", Kilian admitted with a nervous snicker. And that was not the word... "So... are you still taking me to that demon whisperer?" Kilian wasn't sure if this was the plan from the beginning, but if he wouldn't ask now he might never ask. He tried to read in Fenrirs face what was going on inside of his head. As far as he could say the guy wasn't pleased about Sváfa being a valkyrie, and that was it. According to Fenrir he didn't had a good poker face, but Kilian had a different point of view.
(gosh, Fenrir is sooo creepy! It's so hard to estimate him^^)
Fenrir smirked in delight at the blush on Kilian's face, and simply just ahd to give the male's cheek a pinch. It was like teasing a child, or in Fenrir's case, a puppy. Too good to not annoy the poor guy. Anothe rlaugh left his mout at Kilian's nervous statement, wondering how long he'd be bale to survie in this shit hole before losing what he ahd left of his sanity. Fenrir wasn't the only bad thing afterall. Far from it. "'Shame', 'personal-space' and 'uncomfortable' are a couple of words that pretty much doesn't excist in my dictonary," he snickerd, giving the other a toothy and and wicked grin. "Runs in the family apparently." Swinign one arm around Kilian's shoulder, he proceded with walkimg them both down the halls. "And for your own sake, don't call my baby sister that. She might take offence, and think you're calling me and our brother demons," he casually added. "And... she's currently locked up for the moment.... your little meeting will have to wait..."
"Yeah, that's what I noticed at first", Kilian answered restrained on Fenrirs explanation of his personal dictionary and tightened up in his arms. He was almost about to excuse himself again for calling his baby sister names before he remembered it was useless. Fenrir didn't care about excuses and nor should he, so he swallowed his apology. It felt so weird, some minutes ago this guy seemed willing to break his bones and now he was up for jokes again. I hate other people... He knew Fenrir thought he wouldn't be able to take this place. He wasn't sure, too, but it kind of frustrated him more Fenrir made it that obvious. And as long as he would get his pills and other stuff he would stay able to hold on to find a solution. "So what should I call her best?" Kilian almost stumbled over his own feet where he could sense the aftermath of the sedatives. "I don't wana risk to make her day worse after being locked up..."