The grass was supple beneath his bare feet, bending under his weight, compliant. It is still cool in the early morning, not yet scorched hot underneath the burning sun. Brown eyes with something perhaps akin to happiness. His family is asleep, resting in their tiny house. This is most likely the only chance at freedom Cobain would have today. The raven haired boy was often forced to be his father's punching bag, and therefore he chose to stay as far from him as possible, keeping his head down and focused on his chores. Umber eyes take in the beauty of the rising sun. Cobain always did have an appreciation for beautiful things, a trait no doubt inherited from his birth father, the artist his mother had been so taken with. The same man he had inherited those locks as dark as onyx stone from. This moment is so far in the back, that each time Cobain digs it up, the memory he sees is a little more faded each time. Still, it remains of a happier time, an emotion the red eyed vampire has all but forgotten.

This was certainly not the happiest of reunions, Cobain and Tetradore had a less than pleasant relationship with one another. Red eyes meet those of emerald stone as the boy who was now turned a man looks to the dark haired vampire. He watches as he frowns, Cobain's own face remaining as blank as ever, unchanged by time or space it would seem after all these years. Cobain had meet Tetradore for a rather brief period, having been stuck his mistress's side for a few years before she found it fit to send him on another errand of hers, leaving the panther behind and expecting to never see the boy again. Boy here sounds rather patronizing, considering Tetra has now surpassed Cobain in physical age, even if Cobain is over a century older than the were king. In the same way as Tetradore, Cobain has traveled far and wide, seen things, did things or varying degrees or morality, and still, despite all he has done for Risque, he finds himself sitting right beside Tetradore.

Despite having waved off the bartender, ruby red eyes spot him return, holding something a bit more akin to Cobain's like and taste. If possible, those red eyes seem to turn almost bloodier as his senses, so attune to what the bartender carries narrows in on the glass. He takes the glass without a second glance towards the bartender and raises it to his lips, the crimson liquid hitting his mouth and soothing his thirst. Crimson eyes turn that dark shade of chocolate while his thirst is quenched and it is only then that he hears Tetradore's words, deciding to finish his drink before he answers him. "You are still as clueless of the kind that owns you as you were when you were a boy," he says in that monotone voice, dark gaze glancing over to him, his drink finished that eyes flashing crimson once more. His hunger never soothed. "Risque is my maker just as she is Isolt's," Cobain says, looking for any sense of familiarity with the name upon the boy's face. Isolt and himself were the only two children of Risqué that the obsidian haired vampire knew of, she could have more, but if she did, Cobain was unaware. Cobain himself has attempted to study the connection between maker and child, but he had failed miserably so. It seemed that the makers that had discovered the secrets of the strange bond were not keen on telling their secrets, for fear of their loyal subjects breaking the ties that bound them like invisible chains.

"Same thing you want," the raven haired demon child says. Freedom, being the unspoken word from his lips, but Cobain does not dare let such a word drop, Risque's minions ever surveying the area, ready to leap back to her with any news of disloyalty amongst her enslaved. The pale boy looks a little closer at the panther. "How is your pack, Tetra?" The ebony haired demon asks the black haired panther. "Has she managed to slaughter them yet? Or take them under her control?" He questions. Perhaps this was Cobain's version of small talk. The pale boy brings those rubies to meet emeralds, despite the vacant of that crimson gaze. The boy with hair as black as onyx speaks once more. "Have you tried any more worthless escape attempts? Or have you decided to give up on such foolish, childish fantasies?"