Damien
you are the storm before the calm
and the ache after the silence
and the ache after the silence
Damien shifted slightly, letting Aria wriggle closer to the edge of his arm. Her wide blue eyes tracked Belial with cautious curiosity, the small, velvety pads of her paws brushing lightly against his chest. He felt the faint tug of worry—she wasn’t used to other creatures this bold, and the thought of her being pawed at by Belial made him stiffen ever so slightly. But he also knew the cub would reveal nothing but her own curiosity, and if Deimos wanted a closer look…well, that was his choice. Without a word, he subtly tilted his arm just enough to offer the opportunity to hold the cute, spotted, fluffy, long-tailed, very-friendly cub.
A quiet smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as Deimos’ faintly smug look lingered, a pointed reminder of their prior conversations. He waved it off with the barest, crooked nod, letting the silent acknowledgment stand. “Thank you for your advice, that day,” he said, low and steady, letting the gratitude ride the words without fanfare.
Then his gaze flicked back to Deimos, curiosity sharpening despite the weight of the Fangs and Frey’s tasks. “Chasing the unicorn? How did you stop it?” His tone was careful but eager; not accusatory, just wanting to understand the thread of events. “Did Zuriel…choose you then, because you saved her?”
Aria let out a small huff, her ears twitching, as if she understood the importance of the conversation—or maybe she just wanted a closer look at Belial.
A quiet smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as Deimos’ faintly smug look lingered, a pointed reminder of their prior conversations. He waved it off with the barest, crooked nod, letting the silent acknowledgment stand. “Thank you for your advice, that day,” he said, low and steady, letting the gratitude ride the words without fanfare.
Then his gaze flicked back to Deimos, curiosity sharpening despite the weight of the Fangs and Frey’s tasks. “Chasing the unicorn? How did you stop it?” His tone was careful but eager; not accusatory, just wanting to understand the thread of events. “Did Zuriel…choose you then, because you saved her?”
Aria let out a small huff, her ears twitching, as if she understood the importance of the conversation—or maybe she just wanted a closer look at Belial.
