He won't let either of those.. club rats nor the tabloids make a fool of them. Especially not her. So he needs a straight answer on what happened before articles give him the wrong idea.
Another growl, deep & guttural, like thunder trapped in a cave.
He rounded his car by sliding over its good, driver's side door having been left open. Upon entering, he looks over at his drunk wife slumped in her seat. A shake of his head accompanies boot pressing the gas pedal.
❝ Do not test our patience. ❞ Growled Sae, his lips lingering next to her ear as he reached around petite frame to open passenger side door.
❝ Get in. ❞
She may want to have her fun, but she is well aware of the risks. Was this worth it?
Liv rolled her eyes, drunkenly stumbling to the car. Every step was avoidant of broken glass and sharp rumble from the asphalt.
“You didn’t have to come pick me up. I would have gotten home the same way I got here.”
That’s kind of what she said. She’s slurring a lot.
& yes he is definitely* pissed off, exiting the vehicle with hast to make sure she doesn't trip. Is he being gentle? Naturally, but that doesn't mean he isn't angry.
He admires her confidence.
She'll learn quickly, but that's of her own accord.
A twisting motion of his hand saw him evaporating into a cloud of black smoke.
His eyes went wide, whirling around to stare at Molly again.
❝ He's obsessed with Peach? Does she feel similar? Cause that.. That could be a problem. ❞
So few beings earned Azazel's respect, Peach was one of those few.
❝ I'll have a talk with him. Bare in mind he is a God of deceit, of trickery. Never trust his words, for a motive lies beneath. This could be a trap so stand clear. Please. ❞
He'd peer out, then pale.
Turning back to her, brow raised.
❝ Molly, that's a fucking Nordic God. That's Loki. The God of chaos, lies, fire, & mischief. When did he arrive? ❞