09-10-2013, 08:31 AM
Vee does not step in when Bertram levels that dread gaze upon the childe. One might expect Vee to bare fangs, to hiss in response to the threat to its childe, but these are not things the Tzimisce does. William is young yet, he is not yet True Sabbat, there are things he has yet to learn. And his Sire is not always one to coddle and protect him.
A fine eyebrow cocks upward at the exchange as eyes the blue of a glacier's shadow lift from the grisly prize held in long-fingered pale hands - such benign looking hands capable of such incredible horror. William tenses, and finally the elder Tzimisce steps toward him, placing a cool hand to his shoulder. There are no words, only a slight pressure, urging him to move along now the adults are talking.
"They'll be looking for the truck, and they'll have an easier time tracking it than this," one hand flicks casually to the bus. "But, if you'd like to make yourself a," here Vee leans a little to the side to look at the truck beyond the glare of the lights, and those lips curl into a smile like sour milk, "literal big red target," Vee straightens, shifts the weight of the spine in that grip, "be my guest."
Then, turning to enter the bus after the childe, Vee says, "Someone turn off those fucking lights."
A fine eyebrow cocks upward at the exchange as eyes the blue of a glacier's shadow lift from the grisly prize held in long-fingered pale hands - such benign looking hands capable of such incredible horror. William tenses, and finally the elder Tzimisce steps toward him, placing a cool hand to his shoulder. There are no words, only a slight pressure, urging him to move along now the adults are talking.
"They'll be looking for the truck, and they'll have an easier time tracking it than this," one hand flicks casually to the bus. "But, if you'd like to make yourself a," here Vee leans a little to the side to look at the truck beyond the glare of the lights, and those lips curl into a smile like sour milk, "literal big red target," Vee straightens, shifts the weight of the spine in that grip, "be my guest."
Then, turning to enter the bus after the childe, Vee says, "Someone turn off those fucking lights."