Sunbeam Lair Sometimes I'd like to die and climb inside you

the call rises and alert salvatore rouses from his slumber — later he would kick himself for not patrolling when the pale male slipped inside their borders — and emerges from the depths of the lair, hackles bristled and a low sounding snarl rumbling from the depths of his chest and winding up his throat. the pale man lurches towards moonshine who steps nearer and looks back; distracted. ❝hey!❞ he launches forward with a snap of his teeth, hoping to draw the pale male's attention from moonshine who was at the most danger of being at reach of his teeth; the stranger's mouth slick with the white death. ❝the pale plague —❞ salvatore chokes.

salvatore's never seen it first hand but he heard tales of it from the loch's surviving shaman. the pale plague. his stomach turns and heart beat quickens in his chest. fighting him would be awful hard when it puts salvatore at risk of incubating the pale plague himself. ❝you need to get lost, pal.❞ a final growl of a warning is given and despite sal's hesitance, if nothing happens to change it he will move to put himself between moonshine and pygmalion.

the pale man doesn't look like he has much life left in him but every alarm bell is going off inside salvatore's body all the same as he stands, tense and ready to tango if it comes to that.