Two Halves of Darkness (Yoru/Cravek)

[Anelir]

Yoru chuckled as the man fled before moving his hand from his mate's to Cravek's long hair, stroking the soft strands soothingly as he pressed a kiss to a pale temple.
"Hmm. Even if he recovers now, I promise you can have his head when he does finally hit the floor." He cooed, grinning. Yoru had always feared that he would mate someone who wished to paint the kit's rooms pink, so hearing that his mate would rather have his great uncle's skull as decor than little ballerinas made Yoru almost giddy.
"Now, what is it you think you can eat? I have some ginger tea I can make to calm your stomach if you would like?"

[serkal]

Cravek nodded, "Tea sounds good...." He sat on the counter, "Yoru.... I fell I should tell you something about my past on Jeskara...." He said and plaid with his hair,

[Anelir]

He nodded before heading to the cabinet, pulling out the tea and a mug. Filling the pot, he set it on the stove as he gave another nod.
"You may if you wish. You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to and I won't judge anything you do tell me." He gave his mate a small, reasuring smile.

[serkal]

He wrung his hands together trying to think of a delicate way to put the next thing he was going to say, "You know that I basically lived on the street for most of my life, and that I'm well known in the underbelly of the capital..." He took a calming breath and pulled his knees to his chest, " But I haven't told you how I bought my ticket off Jeskara. Those bite scars weren't from friends, I don't even know who the vampires were, I sold myself to get the money to come here..." He buried his face in his knees and tried to not shudder at the thought of all the dark things he had done to get to what was to date the best time in his life.

[Anelir]

He gave a sigh before sitting on the counter next to his mate, pulling Cravek into a hug. Yoru caressed the silk hair with his free hand, pressing a kiss to the other's temple before speaking. "I know what Jeskara is like, even the darkest parts. I spent a lot of time there and I know you didn't do it because you wanted to." He clenched his jaw for a moment, trying hard to hold back his inner 'demons' at the thought of someone else touching his mate. "I don't think any less of you, love, and anyone that gives you shit about it will see exactly how I survived the years that my grandfather threw me out in the middle of the Jeskaran forest." He nuzzled the pale hair, wishing he could take away all of his mate's bad memories.

[serkal]

"The forest is easy, one prophetic vision and I'm well taken care of, in the city I'm one of a thousand hack fortune tellers..." He looked at his mate, "Could you tell me one thing, what does your grandfather's brother look like?" He asked softly, rubbing the bite scars, thinking of all his clients and what they looked like. If the old Vampyre was one, he'd get a sick pleasure out of the man's death

[Anelir]

"Hmm? Well they're pretty much twins when it comes to looks." He thought a moment. "He has a scar that runs down the left side of his face though." Your grinned. "He also has one across the bridge of his nose. Courtesy of me." He chuckled at the memory of slashing at the Vampyre who attacked him while he had been in the forest. He had said that it was to teach Yoru how to defend himself, Yoru was just proud of marring the damned creatures face.

[serkal]

"Personality that makes the Prasidions seem nice?" He asked, his eyes, while not glazed over had a far off look, as if he was trying to see the Dark Planet from his spot. He mentally reviewed the face of every 'client' he ever had, two fit the description, but their personalities were polar opposites.

[Anelir]

"Hm? Well, yeah. That could just be my point of view though because neither of them are very fond of me." He rolled his eyes, thumb rubbing lightly against his mate's side.

[serkal]

"I want to see him before he dies so I can knee him in the sack...." He said and kissed him, he did remember the full blood, the monster had drained him all most to the point of death and lift him with a pittance, just barely enough to clean the aftermath off his body. He shifted into his lap, picked a cutting board up, before using an index finger's claw to carve out a list. "Finger bones for bone casting, long bones for bone burning, low table, cushions, shitload of candles, knife for blood reading, and a skull for necromantic seance..." He said as he carved.

[Anelir]

Yoru laughed as he wrapped his arms around his mate.
"I could get you a piece of paper and a pencil you know." He chuckled, playfully nipping Cravek's ear for carving in his cutting board.
"We are also going to have to go kit shopping." He thought aloud.