I tried to sell my soul last night
Funny, he wouldn't even take a bite
Ah, hell. This fucking rain.
The moment he’d finally gotten off his ass to actually do something, of course it would start to fucking rain. He might have tried to fight through it anyway, but he wasn’t particularly craving a death by drowning. Too damned easy. Besides, he is NOT in the mood to be a fucking child again.
Not that he ever is, but hell, especially not now.
He really has no goddamned clue where he’d managed to land. A beach. Some cliffs. Same fucking thing on a different day. What did it matter anyway? He doesn’t know who in their right mind would be trawling a beach to kick strangers off in a thunderstorm anyway. And if they were, they were clearly idiots.
Nevermind what that said about him.
Grumbling some most likely unsavory things under his breath, wings held half-cocked beneath the torrent of rain, he slogs towards a cave opening he sees in the cliff wall. Thing better damn well be uninhabited or he’d uninhabit them right out of that fucking cave himself.
As luck would have it however, the moment he sets foot inside the dim confines, a low rumble vibrates the very air around him, raising the hair along the entire length of his spine. As the sound grows, he pins his ears, teeth baring as he spins to face the entrance as dust begins rising rapidly. Not that that would do any fucking good against he fucking rockslide crashing over the entrance of goddamned cave he’d just entered.
As the sound of crashing and tumbling rock fades, he expects to be met by pitch darkness. Instead, a faint glow draws his eye. And of all the things he might have expected to see, her pale, lovely face is damned well not one of them.
“Fuck.”
