Dictatia, upon thinking further, decided it would probably be a good idea to simply work with this fae until he could stab them in the back. They seemed pathetic enough, and even without his powers he would still figure something out, or recover enough to blast the little twerp into oblivion.
Aeris on the other hand, had no intent on killing the vampire. They were tired of the war, and at the moment they didn't care who was on what side. They just wanted to war to be over with. They tried to see the good in people on either side, which could get dangerous. They offered a tiny smile to the vampire. "There, all good. Now- uh. Is your place closer? Or should we head to mine?" They gently help the vampire up, supporting them. "My name is Aeris by the way." They offer a tired smile.
(Gentle bump)
(I'm taking a minute to respond to this. I sometimes don't respond to things for a length of time, but I do respond.)
(Alright ^^ no worries and no rush!)
"I didn't ask you to help me, and I won't tell you my name. I know what the fae folk do. How they eat you, inside out, until there's nothing left but a rotting carcass under the boiling sun, flies swarming." Dictatia let out a quiet hiss, and walked barefoot on the hard gravel. They'd taken his shoes, it was a strange thing to do but maybe he had good shoes.
They hummed and shrugged a bit. "I was just telling you my name for reference. You don't have to tell me yours." They chuckled softly and sighed. "I don't usually make those kind of deals. Maybe bug someone occasionally for little gifts but eating people isn't my thing. My job is healing." They glanced at the vampires feet and paused before looking at the vampire. "Do you want me to wrap your feet?" They ask quietly before looking at the border. "And we'll go to your realm… it would be easier for you to heal there, correct?"
"My home is not welcome to you. And as stated before, I do not intend to join you in your own place of refuge. Either leave me here to find my own way or kill me, but I'm not going to follow you like a sick dog wherever you please." he growled, pulling away from the fae violently and limping on forward.
They rolled their eyes. "You're not really in a position to be left alone right now. As for me not being welcome, I couldn't care less. You're injured. Further more, you're not following me, I'm following you to make sure you at least get back home safely." They dust themselves off and huff softly and place a hand on their hip. "You're a stubborn fuck I'll give you that much." They sigh deeply and move back to the vampires side. "That doesn't mean I'm going to leave you here though."
“Well, then drag me off, because I’m certainly not going to go anywhere with you willingly.” Dictatia grumbled, ripping himself away from them again to move forward, this time limping slightly faster than usual. He was going so fast, he tumbled to the ground with his exertions, scraping his face on the hard gravel.
They rolled their eyes before watching him limp off and sighing softly when the vampire fell flat on his face. "For the love of mother earth." They walked to his side and gently helped him up again and looking over his wounds. They sighed and gently looked over the wounds. "Great… you reopened three and we are not getting anywhere- I'm taking you to your realm and I'm dragging you this time because it's apparent your pride is more important than your well being." They clicked their tongue and picked him up easily. "Alright. Off we go."
