standing at the top of the stairs descending into the inner sanctum, staring unseeingly down. still enough that the repair drones are beginning to notice him again as he listens to the voice below.
standing at the top of the stairs descending into the inner sanctum, staring unseeingly down. still enough that the repair drones are beginning to notice him again as he listens to the voice below.
oh! perfect! gratefully takes them.
“ merci. just in the nick of time; our resident devil has begun complaining about having the same exact meal for two weeks in a row.” rolls his eye, like that’s the most normal thing in the world.
“ from what i hear, the devil rarely stops smiling, and i’ve seen yours wiped off your face too often to be such.” lights more as he talks, reaching over him. perhaps seeing where roathe chooses to place his distrust, if a simple match will have his hand watched.
eyebrow raises , lips tugging into a salacious smirk as the candle is lit and reflecting off blue skin.
❝ one might think you're worshipping a devil. ❞