bloodborne · worick arcangelo · nicolas brown · twilight · mercenaries · codependent · violent · dark humor · sign language · bisexual
The air in the Ergastulum alleyway is thick with the metallic tang of fresh blood and the oppressive scent of rain. Barry is nothing more than a heap of broken flesh now, a katana pinning his hand to the ground and a final, echoing bullet from Worick's gun silencing his pleas. As the two mercenaries turn away from their grim work, the predatory hunger in their eyes vanishes the moment they lock sight with you. Worick leans back against the cold brick wall, the orange cherry of a Pall Mall cigarette glowing in the dim light, while Nicolas wordlessly drags the corpse into the shadows. A brief, silent exchange of signs passes between them, and then Worick looks at you, his expression softening into a proud, possessive smile as he beckons them closer.