Familiar Times [C]

Sterling had only managed to take two bites from his quick meal before the sudden lack of appetite suddenly hit him out of nowhere. He hadn't been ill and he wasn't that tired so why did his stomach suddenly feel the urge to reject what his body craved? The stag blinked a few times and peered down at his cheese ridden dog. It smelled fine, it tasted great, and it was fully cooked too. Nothing at all seemed abnormal about his meal but his stomach was turning in ways he couldn't explain. He didn't like that feeling at all and it wasn't a sick kind of feeling either. Just some kind of strange familiar knot. Sighing with a bit of a grunt in the end his vision trailed down towards his fake leg. Even that was starting to bother him slightly but it was not painful at all it was just like his limb was remembering what it was like to be whole. "The hell?" He muttered to himself as he finally gave up on walking and eating at the same time.

The blond turned and rotated his body to lean against a brick building behind him that was off to the side. It allowed plenty of room for people to move past him and give him space to himself. Still, the stag stared down at his dog and even poked at it with one finger. Maybe something was wrong with it? Nah. Shaking his head, he brought the small dog to his lips and there it remained in mid bite. Someone had just said his name and that feeling grew into a fire burning within his gut. He wasn't sure if it was due to the fact someone called out his real name or if it had to do with something else.

Slowly, Sterling turned his head towards the voice and the moment he caught sight of Cass that poor hotdog slipped out of his mouth and onto the pavement from the mere shock. He seemed to have fully forgotten he had even been holding the cheap food. He felt his heart skip a beat for a majority of reasons. One was the fact his once lover was standing not to far away from him and the second was the fact he was armed or so it seemed from this distance. Orbs slowly narrowed into dangerous slits as his eyes trailed across the Hunters body. Cassius was still very much alive it seemed and very scarred up, good. He hoped it hurt like a fucking bitch when he burned his skin violently even though it had been such a shame to injury such a fine looking man. But that was life and it was tough shit. But those eyes kept wondering down and searching for something that called out to him and what the fuck was it?

His pierced lip curled into a sneer as soon as his eyes locked onto the object that spoke out to him. It was a weapon on the man's person and though he couldn't fully see it from his angle his body new very well what it was, it was his fucking leg but his mind said no. Cassius might of betrayed him, left him to die, and be used but he wouldn't be carrying around a piece of him. As well as possibly using that piece of him against his own kind, right? The dick had some morals. "That ain't my goddamn name." He growled in a violent mutter, shoving himself from the building he faced the asshole before him. His right hand flickered with flame. He hated his own name so badly that he wished he could erase it from his records. It was a hideous name and even though it sounded great coming from this human---he did not have permission to call him that! 


"And what the fuck is that, Vladimir?" His right hand rose up and pointed directly at the object he fully could not see. Surely, that would not be what he thought it was! Surely, Cassius wouldn't be morbid enough to have his fucking body turned into a weapon. Sterling took three steps forward without fear. He never dreamed he would ever run into this human again, ever.

For most ex-lovers they got along or even hugged one another but in this case, Sterling would rather rip the feathers out of his hair and promptly rip his head off right along with it.

Give him a moment to explain? What would he explain to him? What could he even possibly say to the stag that would make Sterling not want to rip his pretty little head off? Because, let’s face it, there was a lot that needed to be explained and very little time in which to do it. The very angry stag moved closer toward the Hunter who took it upon himself to take a step back. Cass was correct, Sterling wasn’t going to listen to his words willingly. Especially not when he was as mad as a bull that was seeing red.

But if his feeling was correct, this hunter had something that belonged to him or well it felt that way at least. ”What the fuck is it?” He still demanded to know what the hell it was he was feeling. He had heard about Magi feeling their removed body parts once it was made into something but he really didn’t believe it. He figured it was a myth of some kind but here he was, feeling something and not understanding it fully.

He felt his pale brow twitch with more irritation with each step he took that matched Cass’s. His right hand ignited further, the flames dancing around his finger tips and up to his wrist. It was a good thing he wasn’t wearing long sleeves or his bangles today other wise they would of melted off his body---or burst into flames as well. ”I don’t want to hear your excuses, Vladimir. I wanna know why I am feeling something that is on your person that….I think shouldn’t be.” His tone grew sharper and impatient as it usually did when someone danced around the bushes.

”And don’t you dare tell me to calm down you son of a bitch! I am perfectly calm!” Of course, he says that when the flame suddenly rushed outwards and back to his hand, now extending up to his forearm. This wasn’t helping matters and it seemed a few by standers grew nervous and came to a sudden stop to see what was happening. A few others ran off knowing full well what a angry Fire Magi was capable of—especially this one.

”I am so calm that your lucky I haven’t just removed your head like I should! So, why don’t you come here, darling. Let’s have a kiss and make up, hm? What do you say?” The look on his face gave away his clear intentions of doing anything but that. No, he would rather cause the man some physical damage then molest his face with his own. But he couldn’t help but offer a charming smile that looked more cynical then loving.