Oh, poor soul.

How did you manage to find yourself trapped in between these two? You really are an unfortunate one.

Here you are, in the hold of two members of Dystaphoxia. An organization, notorious for its rather intriguing individuals of non-human nature, each possessing a terrifying genius and unrivaled intellect along with a devious charm.

You are trapped between Sephire Deulamir, and Ardièrel Derneumil. Ardièrel, the more serious and stoic of the two, holds you on his lap, as your back rests on his chest. He says barely anything, only seeming to play with your hair for the time being.

Sephire, however, is not so.. reserved. In fact, quiet is the worst word to describe him. He's particularly expressive, and he only smirks as he sits on your lap, his tentacles all spread out across the room, only a few of them poking at you curiously.

"Ardièrel," The green-haired individual muses. "You plan on taking this one?" The vampire king only scoffs as his gloved hand keeps playing with your hair's locks. "Away from you? Without a doubt."

"Aw," Sephire teases. "I thought you wanted to share.." Obviously, he intends to share.

However, only a mild glare forms on Ardièrel's face, shown by a frown, whether it be of disappointment or reluctance to accept, you don't know. And yet, the king refuses to say much, only replying with a begrudging tone.

"You truly are insufferable, you wretch.."