I tried to sell my soul last night
Funny, he wouldn't even take a bite
There is a sick sort of pleasure in watching gentle things cower from him. And yet, despite her gentleness, she does not cower. With the scowl etching deeper lines into his hard features, he stares at her. If she could feel such things, his displeasure would be radiating from him in heavy waves, fueled by the discontent in his heart. Undoubtedly a thing as shriveled as hers is full.
Pale wings ruffling irritably, he shifts backwards. He would have backed deeper into the tree were his ass not already pressed against the trunk. Just his rotten luck.
He would have scoffed to know she envisioned him haloed by light. There is nothing light within him, nothing radiant or pure or beautiful. There is only the ugliness of his anger and bitterness and despair. All things that have never and would never fill the bottomless, hollow well inside his chest.
Gritting his teeth, Ashhal snorts his derision at her thoughtful reply. It screams of kindness, and Ashhal has never responded well to kindness. “Bullshit,” he mutters, black eyes cutting across her to the water as she steps towards it. He fully expects her to leave him then. To let him wallow in his own misery, harsh words trapped in his throat.
But then she turns back to him, something like concern pinching her blushed features. Her words surprise him - enough that a short bark of unpleasant laughter escapes his lips. He thinks she truly believes what she says, but he sure as hell isn’t one for fairy tales. “I haven’t known any fucking peace in over a century,” he bites out sharply in response, eyes glittering as he stares at her. “Take you goddamned nonsense and spew to someone who might actually believe it.”
@neuna