Hand comes to grasp at his chin, putting that thinking face on as Darkness doesn’t normally specifically choose anyone for a fun time. It’s only moments later a brilliant idea comes to mind, snapping blackened fingers and looking back to the other; “ – Ah! I got it. How ‘bout we do a little browsin’? Yanno, walk on the streets, lurk at roofs of some stores? I’ll even get’cha somethin’ delicious while we’re out, even if ya can’t taste it. I’ll describe it to ya… What I think it’d taste like anyways. “
There’s a cheeky grin forming over dead-like features, leaning over to place multiple pecks to cold flesh. That smile only grew bigger with each one, once done with the demon nuzzled into their ear. Even laughing some before speaking again; “ – Whaddya think, swee’heart? I think it’ll be badass. But o’course, you’re my Queen, change the plans however ya want. This is your day! … It’s always your day, what the Hell am I talkin’ about. “
❛ i can taste things ——— it’s just muted, is all. ❜ it’s muted unless she chooses to taste it. where choice had once been stripped from her, now everything was a choice. dark’s got plans and she’s far too interested in them because vengeance? it’s sweet; turned into a fruit like pomegranate —— red and messy. affection is still a new thing, newer than most things to the creature. the concept’s laughable, but his intention is endearing. those dark eyes of her’s look hollow as she peers out, a faint smile tugging at her lips.
❛ when did you last eat? i feel like scaring someone. ❜
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