Her digits toy with his ebony locks, clawlike feelers raking along the back of his neck
and run along the shell of his ear. She’s looking at the creature curiously, as if his voice
was familiar, his demeanor something she’s known before. It baffles her so she remains
silent about it, just enjoying the warmth of his skin against her fingertips.
The name makes her freeze her actions though and pull her fingers back slightly.
“Are you… his?” she asked gently, blinking gently at him, fingers now tracing along
the scruff that framed his angular jaw. He was handsome. Dangerously handsome.
And containing herself was difficult… Very difficult.
A wry smirk glides along her lips, understanding as she chuckles. “Don’t worry. he wouldn’t
hurt you. and me? well,” she lets a soft shrug leave her shoulders. “I’m going to die anyway.
Might as well be him to do it, right?” she tells the male just as warmly. “I’d hate to go out in my sleep. How tragically boring. At least when you’re murdered, you’re remembered.”
She’s uncharacteristically calm as she turns her attention out into the sky, slowly
retracting her palm from his face, but remains ever close. They’re seated outside,
her features looking up at the sky as the melancholy washes over her and she
closes her eyes.
“What’s a hellhound?” she asks him, brows furrowing together, mesmerized by
the way the stars glisten in the night sky, and how they reflected against the water
before them. “And you can call me Trench.”
he’s quiet, really - - NEVER been one of many words to begin
with, but he doesn’t mind staying silent as trench speaks. he
simply listens, taking in every word with a calmness that has
LONG since settled in to his bones. he finds himself turning in
to every single touch she graces him with, & after a minute
more, he leans in to her completely. his lids have DRIFTED
to a full close now as well.
❛ . . . . yes, i AM. not that i really think he cares.
or if he does, he doesn’t show it. doesn’t matter, though.
i’m happy with him. he’s home, you know? ❜
his vocals are soft, barely raising above the DULL hum of the
music that has escaped the club. her next words shock him,
however, & he reacts quickly. gaze darting open, he turns to
look at her. there’s a SOFTNESS in his gaze that’s normally
so carefully hidden, but the softness is accented by shatter,
all broken glass & broken dreams.
❛ he WOULD. he would. & you - - don’t say that, okay?
just... don’t, please. you might DIE someday, but... just
not like that. ❜
his voice breaks & taryn clears his throat, gaze turning down
to his hands once more. what’s a hellhound? taryn shrugs, a
NONCHALANT, i don’t know sort of answer.
❛ a hellhound’s just, a... well, HELLHOUND. normally a
hound is only a hound, but me & my pack - - i mean, a
few others, can shift between human & hound. we, uh,
we CARRY out deeds that lucifer or demons can’t, or
that of whoever controls us at the time. ‘m taryn, by
the way. you can just call me ryn, though. ❜
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