[Even when Vergilius is much more like vinegar than honey, Lobelia finds the taste of him on his tongue just as saccharine sweet. It's not unlike the unique sweetness of a rotting corpse, not unlike the taste of decay, and there's no washing such a thing away.
Yanking and tugging at his filthied clothing isn't enough. Vergilius isn't giving him the attention he's owed, but never one to sit on the sidelines and pout over his misfortune, Lobelia is determined to claw it out of him.
I won't chase you, Vergilius flatly states, and it's in that moment that Lobelia licks a stripe up his bloodied, sullied cheek and thrusts his way into his mouth to share the acrid tang with him. Doesn't destruction taste heavenly? If he can give his date no finer gift, let it be the reminder of how sweet death can taste.
Lobelia hums, speaking directly through those vibrations into Vergilius' skull. He's become rather fond of this trick as of late.]
If you refuse to pursue me, you'll quickly find yourself becoming the one pursued instead. What would you rather be, Vergilius? The coupable or the victime?
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Yanking and tugging at his filthied clothing isn't enough. Vergilius isn't giving him the attention he's owed, but never one to sit on the sidelines and pout over his misfortune, Lobelia is determined to claw it out of him.
I won't chase you, Vergilius flatly states, and it's in that moment that Lobelia licks a stripe up his bloodied, sullied cheek and thrusts his way into his mouth to share the acrid tang with him. Doesn't destruction taste heavenly? If he can give his date no finer gift, let it be the reminder of how sweet death can taste.
Lobelia hums, speaking directly through those vibrations into Vergilius' skull. He's become rather fond of this trick as of late.]
If you refuse to pursue me, you'll quickly find yourself becoming the one pursued instead. What would you rather be, Vergilius? The coupable or the victime?