"It is very flattering, sir," the tailor said. "I think I have something in mind already, but do you have any preference for cut?"
Nathaniel rolled his eyes. Purple was one of his favorite colors. It was the color of royalty and carried a subtle malevolence about it when applied in specific situations. After all, what was scarier? Something that is barely a threat? Or something that blend unnaturally well in the night, but still maintains subtle form? It was the latter and if you thought anything else, you were wrong.
"It's a charming color on you," he replied. "Remember, somewhat decent. I don't want anyone getting any ideas so soon. Save that for later, won't you?"
Anybody who so much looked at Markus with the slightest bit of longing was top of the list. Whatever happened to them would happen to them and Nathaniel would enjoy every last bit of their energy torn directly from the body. It would be some positive self-care. He hadn't had that in a long time.
Nathaniel rolled his eyes. Purple was one of his favorite colors. It was the color of royalty and carried a subtle malevolence about it when applied in specific situations. After all, what was scarier? Something that is barely a threat? Or something that blend unnaturally well in the night, but still maintains subtle form? It was the latter and if you thought anything else, you were wrong.
"It's a charming color on you," he replied. "Remember, somewhat decent. I don't want anyone getting any ideas so soon. Save that for later, won't you?"
Anybody who so much looked at Markus with the slightest bit of longing was top of the list. Whatever happened to them would happen to them and Nathaniel would enjoy every last bit of their energy torn directly from the body. It would be some positive self-care. He hadn't had that in a long time.
