I tried to sell my soul last night
Funny, he wouldn't even take a bite
Where she perpetually represses her desires, depriving them of life, Ashhal does not bother. His entire existence is predicated on his barely leashed whims. The rage and discontent that bubbles so perilously close to the surface often boils over. Not once has Ashhal tried to stem the tide. Delay it, perhaps, but inevitably the reckoning comes. And when it does, he has as little concern for himself as he does those around him who end up the recipients of his wrath.
And Stargaze, dangerous fucking instigator that she is, seems to have no compunction about plucking at the frayed threads of his control. Ashhal can’t quite decide if he likes that about her, or if he despises it. It’s a damned thin line between the two.
When the color of her skin ripples, Ashhal’s ears press flat as he stiffens almost instinctively. After nothing more happens than the changing of her coat from glittering snowflakes to a glinting night sky, he relaxes almost imperceptibly, though he continues eyeing her askance. If he were a more charming man, he might try to comment on how well her new look fits her name, but he is not. Instead he thinks it a little trite, and doesn’t hesitate to sneer his opinion, though his bite is half-hearted at best. “Aren’t you just fucking clever?”
He hesitates a moment before giving his own name in return. “Ashhal.” He grunts the two syllables grudgingly before adding bluntly, “What the hell do you want anyway?”
@Stargaze