( it's fine, knox doesn't much care for romance to begin with. it's where all this heartache started, isn't it? a smarter person would've learned from the first go around, love is only a system to get what you want, and let themselves grow a heart of stone. knox had tried. for awhile, he thought he succeeded. but he still -- wanted that kind of happiness, that picturesque image of marriage and children and a familial beauty, to be a son his father could be proud of, to make kids he would love infinitely more than himself.

this suits him better. a guy in the gutter will always dream of the sun, but that doesn't mean he deserves it.

he feels almost adolescent, looking up at vex as he touches his jaw. where has all his training gone? all his natural sexual chemical makeup? he could pluck the sexiness off vex like grapes off a vine and eat it for snacks, and he can't remember the last time he ate, anyway -- a week? nine days? -- and he'd like to starve and wither away, but he's a prissy little boy who hates being cranky and hungry. it seems, he can't even die right! maybe that's why the world choose to save him of all people? )

Pisces are all about feet, fishy little buggers. Leos are known for their hair. ( he twirls a finger around one of his own locks, taking another swig. ) Masturbating in front of a mirror is fun though. Very vain, very Leo. You'd think having a vain lover would be obnoxious and annoying, but Leos are pretty good for possessiveness. Jealousy. Passionate things.

I like all things. Most things. All things? Yeah. I'm an Incubus, it comes with the territory.