I don't care about what happens to Zenith. Or Meridian.
[ His fangs shine like lightning. Though what becomes of the shardbearers' home worlds rests on the crux of the Kenos conflict, Dark says what he says as if it's all far and utterly below him. His allegiance lies with himself, after all. It always will. He's a selfish force of destruction, uncontrolled by anyone else. It'd taken so much even in his own world to align him with Metallicana, and even then, he certainly wouldn't have come to do so without Lucien's presence affecting him.
Rather than ponder on it for much longer, Dark traces the pale shell of Caren's ear in provoked interest. Her damp hair, on that side, is out of its way where he can see it properly. While she doesn't look up to meet him, she also doesn't step away or try catching his wrist; Dark takes the absence of protest as a cue to close in on Caren, nosing against the tenderness of her temple. He nuzzles into the soft notes of her shampoo, his voice low and close when he breaks the lulling ambient of a distant storm. ]
But I won't stop you from thinking of this as helping your faction if that's what you want. A distraction's a distraction, yeah? And I'm definitely not interested in some Oracle's lost stuff if you're here instead.
[ Dark runs his tongue along the cartilage of Caren's ear, and his breath can be felt in a puff of air in the shape of an amused smirk when he pulls back from it. ]
no subject
[ His fangs shine like lightning. Though what becomes of the shardbearers' home worlds rests on the crux of the Kenos conflict, Dark says what he says as if it's all far and utterly below him. His allegiance lies with himself, after all. It always will. He's a selfish force of destruction, uncontrolled by anyone else. It'd taken so much even in his own world to align him with Metallicana, and even then, he certainly wouldn't have come to do so without Lucien's presence affecting him.
Rather than ponder on it for much longer, Dark traces the pale shell of Caren's ear in provoked interest. Her damp hair, on that side, is out of its way where he can see it properly. While she doesn't look up to meet him, she also doesn't step away or try catching his wrist; Dark takes the absence of protest as a cue to close in on Caren, nosing against the tenderness of her temple. He nuzzles into the soft notes of her shampoo, his voice low and close when he breaks the lulling ambient of a distant storm. ]
But I won't stop you from thinking of this as helping your faction if that's what you want. A distraction's a distraction, yeah? And I'm definitely not interested in some Oracle's lost stuff if you're here instead.
[ Dark runs his tongue along the cartilage of Caren's ear, and his breath can be felt in a puff of air in the shape of an amused smirk when he pulls back from it. ]