I tried to sell my soul last night
Funny, he wouldn't even take a bite
He had grown restless in the expanse of red rock and prickly plants he still refuses to call home, even to himself.The river is little better, but it is different. He already knows a trek through his old haunts would not be what settled the restlessness he feels now. He knows there is damned little that truly could, though that does not keep him from being irritated by it.
There is a grittiness to his pale features as he glares at the rushing water. He notices her approach though. She would be impossible not to notice. Stepping back, he does his best to sink into the shadows of the trees behind him. Undoubtedly idiotic, consider just how well his near-white coat does not blend with darkness. But still he tries, if only to avoid the levity he can already see in her features.
There is an undeniable sweetness to her. Once, he might have been foolish enough to try seducing her, but he had learned long ago that creatures like her expect something he could never hope to give. He is not a man made for gentleness or love. He could never give it, no matter how much they might wish him to. And so he had learned to stick with only those who could understand simple lust. Those who could understand the harshness of reality. Those who do not mind his cutting edges.
The words that peal softly into the air first (‘You’re angry.’) cause his ears to pin as his gaze darkens. It takes him a moment to realize she is not in fact speaking to him. But when she turns and finally notices him, his features are still blackened by a fierce scowl.
If he were a kinder man, he might have greeted the smile and soft words with something less harsh. But he is not capable of tempering his own brutality, not even for innocence like hers. “Doesn’t fucking matter,” he growls, his dark eyes cutting to her. “What the hell would you do if I said yes anyway?”
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