I tried to sell my soul last night
Funny, he wouldn't even take a bite
He doesn’t believe her when she says it’s not that she cannot stand him. Why would he? She wilts in his very presence. As far as he is concerned, it’s a damned good sign. It’s written through every line of his harsh features, that disbelief. But contrary, beastly thing that he is, he refuses to give an inch. He’d been ready to leave only a few moments ago, but he has always hated doing what is expected of him.
He can’t seem to help his subtle flinch when she changes. Her light is nearly blind, wings erupting from her shoulders as her hair wisps into soft curls and a strange halo cuts through her milk-white eyes.
His reaction makes him instantly irritable, a soft rumble of displeasure cutting through his chest at the fact. It’s almost painful, looking at her. He doesn’t realize it is the love that radiates from her rather than anything nefarious. All he knows is that his heart splits and aches at the sight of it, and he can’t stop the single step he retreats in response.
He would have run once. Would have fled from the truth of it. That beneath the blackness of his soul, he is still capable of caring. That if one was brave and persistent enough, they might eventually be able to dig deep enough beneath the rot to find something almost like love within him. Now though, it only makes him furious.
Furious because he doesn’t deserve it.
So he lashes out. An instinctual reaction to the way she had inadvertently dug her way through to the softest, most vulnerable parts of him. “Turn that shit off!” he snarls as he lunges at her, teeth snapping. It’s a feral response. The only thing he can manage when she threatens parts of him he has spent decades trying to bury.
@neuna