Damien
and every demon wants his pound of flesh
but i like to keep some things to myself
but i like to keep some things to myself
Damien tended to think most people named their pets after things they liked, or things the animals resembled. Food was a common one. Cheese, Noodle, things like that. Silk and Lace were a far cry from that. He wasn’t sure what that said about her, only that it was… different. The names felt a bit delicate for two rough-and-tumble hellions like these, but when she declared them with such certainty, he just let out a low, rumbly chuckle and didn’t bother to argue.
Silk and Lace it was.
He shifted his grip on Silk’s leash as she bent to fit the collar onto the other pup. The little beast leaned into her hands as though she’d been his handler all his life, tail swishing through the powder. Damien shook his head once at how easily she’d charmed him—the dog, that is—and kept his attention on the street beyond.
When she mentioned Deimos, his brow furrowed slightly, and he glanced down the nearest thoroughfare in quiet thought. Deimos wasn’t easy to pin down at times, and the snow was filling the streets faster than it had an hour ago. But it wasn’t just Deimos’ whereabouts he was considering. It was her easy claim about magic, spoken like she was discussing the weather.
“Er… likewise,” he rumbled when she chirped her introduction, her phrasing catching him just enough to knock him out of his thoughts. “Nova,” he echoed her name, and for a moment his eyes lingered, catching on the scatter of pale stars across her cheeks. They shifted when she smiled, bright and unguarded, and for an instant it made her seem even further from the gray, wind-scoured streets of Halo.
“I don’t think Deimos is around here today,” he added after a moment, a faint lift of his brows making it sound more like a cautious heads-up than a flat fact. Still, curiosity tugged at him. People who could bend the elements to their will had always struck him as… dangerous, yes, but fascinating. His gaze returned to her, sharp with interest.
“But I’d—we’d—love a demonstration.” His tone stayed even, but there was no missing the way his eyes caught a bit of light at the thought. The red pup at his side let out a long, bellowing howl toward something down the street, jerking against the lead as if in agreement.
Silk and Lace it was.
He shifted his grip on Silk’s leash as she bent to fit the collar onto the other pup. The little beast leaned into her hands as though she’d been his handler all his life, tail swishing through the powder. Damien shook his head once at how easily she’d charmed him—the dog, that is—and kept his attention on the street beyond.
When she mentioned Deimos, his brow furrowed slightly, and he glanced down the nearest thoroughfare in quiet thought. Deimos wasn’t easy to pin down at times, and the snow was filling the streets faster than it had an hour ago. But it wasn’t just Deimos’ whereabouts he was considering. It was her easy claim about magic, spoken like she was discussing the weather.
“Er… likewise,” he rumbled when she chirped her introduction, her phrasing catching him just enough to knock him out of his thoughts. “Nova,” he echoed her name, and for a moment his eyes lingered, catching on the scatter of pale stars across her cheeks. They shifted when she smiled, bright and unguarded, and for an instant it made her seem even further from the gray, wind-scoured streets of Halo.
“I don’t think Deimos is around here today,” he added after a moment, a faint lift of his brows making it sound more like a cautious heads-up than a flat fact. Still, curiosity tugged at him. People who could bend the elements to their will had always struck him as… dangerous, yes, but fascinating. His gaze returned to her, sharp with interest.
“But I’d—we’d—love a demonstration.” His tone stayed even, but there was no missing the way his eyes caught a bit of light at the thought. The red pup at his side let out a long, bellowing howl toward something down the street, jerking against the lead as if in agreement.
