Blackfeather Woods viva la vida

There was a fear to his brother's face as he approached, and Sheogorath wondered what it would culminate into, this. While clever, Sheogorath was loathe to admit that he was not as good with emotions as Cicero, having had to sacrifice some to fully utilise cruelty without the burden of remorse that his counterpart carried. He wanted to get what he wanted and his patience was running thin. Altercation of some sort would follow, one way or another.

"Brother," spoke Sheogorath as he approached Damien with the same Cicero-esque, stoic expression on his face and reached out, intending to move so that he could reach for his brother's ear to nip it and nibble along his neck, should he allow it.