|"The shackles and locks around the lone door to my heart slowly disintegrates and that frightens me so."|
Upon exiting the infirmary, he had finally noticed that he had forgotten to retrieve his jacket. Well, it was little consequence to him. He had only hoped to gather it to not alarm Yamazaki of his presence. He does not like the girl to be attached to someone like him. The embodiment of the darkness which bore a creature so twisted, the likes of him should never be bestowed any kind of light. He fears someone like her to be swallowed by the black abyss although, he did note she is a strong person to face the truth of her memories. Even then, he had hoped that she would learn to stay away.
As such, he stood there for a moment as his thoughts conglomerate and prioritized itself which was more important. The pure-blood had completely forgotten that he was dripping wet from the rain. His white shirt clung to his physique like a second skin. No wonder, the people inside the infirmary had swooned or even blushed at his beauty. He was like a chiseled statue of perfection and his body was not second to anyone. His hair of snow veiled his face like silk and just like that, he looked a vision of an angelic creature which is such a contrary statement.
Due to his deep reverie, the pure-blood was not able to detect the presence of the prefect. He had only noticed her when he heard her spoke. She was inquiring about the state of things. His eyes of golden yellow then drifted to the girl who had provided him the blood needed to recover from his wounds. Nothing betrayed his feelings as he remained silent for a brief second before answering her query. "Yes." It was the usual monotone voice of his. As it would appear, he could sense the faint scent of blood on the prefect. There was the presence of her blood on her form and then another one. She must have fed and the only one he could think who would have the reason to do so was his roommate.
"It is good to see you are feeling well now, Ms. Fujiwara." Whether he was glad or not, it was not certain as he remained a mystery regarding to his true emotions. At the same time, he did not say anything about his observation or asked about the possibility of feeding from the Tsukino pure-blood. It was not something he finds troubling or terrible. To him, it was normal and within reason. He then glanced towards the door to the infirmary where Yamazaki currently resides. The human girl seemed to attract trouble whether it was out of recklessness or pure accident. It worries him but that was not seen through his face or even eyes. "Ms. Yamazaki had injured herself. She is fine, yet still unconscious." He started as he then gazed back to Fujiwara.
"Watch over her and keep her away. Keep her away from me especially." Despite his vacant expression, there is an edge of seriousness in his words. Zenith does not wish to involve anyone in matters concerning about him. It would certainly be better for him to stay away and for others to do the same. Even more so with what occurred at the Academy. He did not want to take the risk of having someone hurt in the likely event just to get to him in a sense. Then, someone to be burdened by his shortcomings which what had happened to him. "I wish for you to do the same. Stay away from me, Ms. Fujiwara."
He then turned his back to the prefect. "Once is already too much." The pure-blood began to walk away but not before stopping mid-way and looked over his shoulder. His expression remained indiscernible. "Good bye Ms. Fujiwara, Take care of yourself and thank you." After stating that, Zenith began to walk away. This was a path he had decided to walk alone. There was no point sharing a path bathed in blood and hidden by darkness. He was born to be alone and he had accepted that from the beginning. People who tried to get closed to him only suffered in the end. He did not wish that fate for anyone else.
As such, he stood there for a moment as his thoughts conglomerate and prioritized itself which was more important. The pure-blood had completely forgotten that he was dripping wet from the rain. His white shirt clung to his physique like a second skin. No wonder, the people inside the infirmary had swooned or even blushed at his beauty. He was like a chiseled statue of perfection and his body was not second to anyone. His hair of snow veiled his face like silk and just like that, he looked a vision of an angelic creature which is such a contrary statement.
Due to his deep reverie, the pure-blood was not able to detect the presence of the prefect. He had only noticed her when he heard her spoke. She was inquiring about the state of things. His eyes of golden yellow then drifted to the girl who had provided him the blood needed to recover from his wounds. Nothing betrayed his feelings as he remained silent for a brief second before answering her query. "Yes." It was the usual monotone voice of his. As it would appear, he could sense the faint scent of blood on the prefect. There was the presence of her blood on her form and then another one. She must have fed and the only one he could think who would have the reason to do so was his roommate.
"It is good to see you are feeling well now, Ms. Fujiwara." Whether he was glad or not, it was not certain as he remained a mystery regarding to his true emotions. At the same time, he did not say anything about his observation or asked about the possibility of feeding from the Tsukino pure-blood. It was not something he finds troubling or terrible. To him, it was normal and within reason. He then glanced towards the door to the infirmary where Yamazaki currently resides. The human girl seemed to attract trouble whether it was out of recklessness or pure accident. It worries him but that was not seen through his face or even eyes. "Ms. Yamazaki had injured herself. She is fine, yet still unconscious." He started as he then gazed back to Fujiwara.
"Watch over her and keep her away. Keep her away from me especially." Despite his vacant expression, there is an edge of seriousness in his words. Zenith does not wish to involve anyone in matters concerning about him. It would certainly be better for him to stay away and for others to do the same. Even more so with what occurred at the Academy. He did not want to take the risk of having someone hurt in the likely event just to get to him in a sense. Then, someone to be burdened by his shortcomings which what had happened to him. "I wish for you to do the same. Stay away from me, Ms. Fujiwara."
He then turned his back to the prefect. "Once is already too much." The pure-blood began to walk away but not before stopping mid-way and looked over his shoulder. His expression remained indiscernible. "Good bye Ms. Fujiwara, Take care of yourself and thank you." After stating that, Zenith began to walk away. This was a path he had decided to walk alone. There was no point sharing a path bathed in blood and hidden by darkness. He was born to be alone and he had accepted that from the beginning. People who tried to get closed to him only suffered in the end. He did not wish that fate for anyone else.