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 gave a short, considering glance down the street, scanning for a spot that would keep the pups safe and out of trouble. A small alcove formed by a low stack of crates and a lamp post looked solid enough. He led Silk over first, looping the leash carefully around the post and giving it a firm tug to ensure it was secure. Lace was next, still fidgeting with excitement, and he did the same, muttering under his breath as the gray pup flexed against the restraint.
Satisfied that the two were safely contained, Damien took a step back, rubbing his gloved hands together as he studied Nova. Her energy was all over the place, a hum that seemed to push against the quiet rhythm of the town. She grinned, eyes sparkling, completely unbothered by the snow or the chaos of the pups. He tilted his head, noting the way her freckles caught the light again as she moved. Unusual, yes, but also distracting if he wasn’t careful.
He weighed his options for preparing himself. He wasn’t about to dive in blindly. His gaze fell on a thick, snow-dusted branch leaning against one of the crates. It wouldn’t stop a fully aimed spell, but it would give him some measure of control if things went sideways. Picking it up, he flexed his fingers around the wood, testing its weight, and adjusted his stance so he could pivot quickly.
“Alright,” he said, voice low, cautious, but carrying just enough firmness to mark the start of this exercise. “I’ll play the bad guy. Don’t get carried away.” Not that he didn’t believe she would try—he was curious, and wary, in equal measure. His eyes flicked over her posture, the subtle wind in her hair, the energy coiling at her fingertips. He didn’t know exactly what to expect, but he could at least brace himself.
The red pup let out a small yelp, tugging slightly at its leash, and Damien gave a small, half-amused grunt. “Try not to get them hurt while you’re at it,” he added, just enough to keep the pups in the periphery of her mind without seeming overbearing. Then he crouched slightly, branch in hand, ready for whatever this 'demonstration' might bring.
Satisfied that the two were safely contained, Damien took a step back, rubbing his gloved hands together as he studied Nova. Her energy was all over the place, a hum that seemed to push against the quiet rhythm of the town. She grinned, eyes sparkling, completely unbothered by the snow or the chaos of the pups. He tilted his head, noting the way her freckles caught the light again as she moved. Unusual, yes, but also distracting if he wasn’t careful.
He weighed his options for preparing himself. He wasn’t about to dive in blindly. His gaze fell on a thick, snow-dusted branch leaning against one of the crates. It wouldn’t stop a fully aimed spell, but it would give him some measure of control if things went sideways. Picking it up, he flexed his fingers around the wood, testing its weight, and adjusted his stance so he could pivot quickly.
“Alright,” he said, voice low, cautious, but carrying just enough firmness to mark the start of this exercise. “I’ll play the bad guy. Don’t get carried away.” Not that he didn’t believe she would try—he was curious, and wary, in equal measure. His eyes flicked over her posture, the subtle wind in her hair, the energy coiling at her fingertips. He didn’t know exactly what to expect, but he could at least brace himself.
The red pup let out a small yelp, tugging slightly at its leash, and Damien gave a small, half-amused grunt. “Try not to get them hurt while you’re at it,” he added, just enough to keep the pups in the periphery of her mind without seeming overbearing. Then he crouched slightly, branch in hand, ready for whatever this 'demonstration' might bring.
