a devil on the run, a six gun lover, a candle in the wind
"Obviously. Sorry about the mouse, I guess." It's a belated apology and it doesn't sound as though he means it one bit, but it feels like the sort of thing you should say to a demigod who gives people nice, pretty, happy deaths. Still, too young and brazen for awe to properly bleed into respect just yet, Arsen merely wiggles his talons in the dirt and watches for worms while Remi ties his knots in the grass.
Still, his black gaze shoots up to hear that maybe the Lullaby has been waiting for him, before promptly narrowing Arsen is caught between arrogant pride and worry that he's apparently at death's door, given the nature of the man before him. "Oh, yeah? And what'd you want with me?" he wants to know. Suddenly he's not so keen to be close.
Still, his black gaze shoots up to hear that maybe the Lullaby has been waiting for him, before promptly narrowing Arsen is caught between arrogant pride and worry that he's apparently at death's door, given the nature of the man before him. "Oh, yeah? And what'd you want with me?" he wants to know. Suddenly he's not so keen to be close.
Arsen
