Searching for Fear [open]

[Belial Bane]

Belial was smiling as they walked, it appeared he couldn't take the smile off his face tonight and he was not going to let it go. He wanted to link arms with the man, but decided this would most likely be a very strange thing to do when first meeting someone on that night and he made do with rubbing the back of his own head as if he were nervous. "I hope she agrees~" He mumbled, thinking about what kind of master would go out fighting at such a time in the night, and his thoughts twisted to a very strange women indeed, covered with blood and this made his almost stop walking with the amount of shivering his body did.

"As for time... Um... I don't sleep much, so any time really." Belial though about his own sleeping patterns and how strange they had become since he travelled. He would usually just walk until his body crashed onto the floor, and most of the time he would only sleep for an hour or two at a time, being woken up by any passing stranger with a strong enough emotion. His expression changed, and he wasn't even sure why until he realised Reikas must be holding back something, he felt a slight twinge of sadness but he decided not to comment on it.

[Reikas Esterion]

Any time? Reikas wondered what Belial looked like during the day. Probably a little startling, but less overall nerve-wracking. He didn't even look too bad in the very adequate streetlights overhead. Well, Reikas might still have some nightmares about these eyes, but hey, Belial hadn't asked for them.

"Sounds good. The mansion's up ahead, you wanna stay for a bit until Irina drops by and I can explain about you?"

He tilted his head slightly, and looked over at Belial. "Do you eat or drink anything else, or is it all emotion?" He wouldn't mind a cup of coffee, himself. As much as he disliked peeing in general, as he'd have to later if he drank anything, the caffeine would help.

He took a second to study Belial carefully in the light. This was the brightest section of town, the mansion owners paid premium land taxes for extremely effective lighting, well-kept roads, and immaculate sidewalks and curbing and such. Those eyes were hard to read, but something looked slightly off. Reikas could feel Belial's happiness in flux the entire walk home, but he hadn't been able to read much from his face when he'd glanced over before. He wondered what was wrong.

[Belial Bane]

Belial looked slightly in amazement at the houses around, he had seen some fairly large places, but never this many nice looking ones all in sight of one another, it must have been a strange sight, trying to read his expressions, Belial had never taken notice just how much his face moved with each one and knew most people had expression in their eyes, which would have been almost impossible for him. With a slight movement he brushed his fingers against Reikas, almost seeming like it was an accident, but this slight movement comforted him in a way that was hard to explain. "I don't need to do either, but I can do, if I so choose. I do like the taste of tea though! If...that's okay?"

His other hand started to rub a part of his wrist, one of the many places where his veins could be seen as he noticed he was being studied. He wasn't sure what to think of it really, he knew he looked a little odd, but it had never bothered anyone before, not enough to look so intently. He got a little nervous, and somewhat excited at the idea of someone offering him to come into the house, he was curious to how people with slaves lived and it looked as if he was a child again.

"I'd love to come in too, as long as your master wont try and fight me... will she?" There was something about Belial's question that was slightly serious, wondering if Reikas master was someone who would just attack for the pure hell of there being something demonic looking in her house. His wings shifted slightly, making themselves smaller, just in case they wouldn't fit through the door of the house when they did eventually enter.

[Reikas Esterion]

A warm thrill zipped straight down the center of Reikas' lower stomach as he felt Belial's fingers accidentally touch his. His eyes dropped to the sidewalk on their way to the hands and paused there, then he decided against looking down at them so obviously, and raised his eyes again.

Come on, Reikas, you're not falling in lust with this thing. Just look at it. He didn't look at Belial that time, of course, but he smirked at the idea. He knew he was in lust, those butterflies just confirmed it, but it didn't matter. He could control himself very well. He was very practiced at denying himself. The idea of having a free agent addict friend was just very..."exciting."

"She shouldn't," he promised. "She got out all her aggression earlier I imagine, and I'll stay between you if she tries anything. I'll talk to her. Just...y'know, if she's a little concerned at first...bear with us." He assumed Belial was used to adverse reactions to his appearance. He hoped so, at least.

"I think we have tea, too," he added. "I don't really drink it, but I'd be surprised if Irina didn't keep some somewhere."

His attention was drawn to Belial's shifting wing before he could stop it though, his head turning automatically. Oh stop, you're worse than a high school freshman, he chastised with more than a little self-amusement.

"Here it is," he said, gesturing at the large mansion they had walked to the stairs of. He climbed said stairs and hesitated for a moment, his hand hovering uncertainly between the door handle and the knocker, before decided that discretion ought to win out over courtesy. It was quite late for him, though he had no idea of the time, so he used the handle and opened the door.

"Let me go first," he said, entering tentatively. He didn't know if his mistress would be home or not...And he didn't want Belial walking in first in case someone was there and panicked.