☆ — @charmher
❝ huh? little lady you can surly meet companions over this substance. ❞ the notion was a simple thought in his mind. everything that’s ever left his mouth was always coated in some layer of truth, a bit of realism even beneath all the lies ( tales of idols and tales of false god’s ): still the young women before him seemed to be stuck in a state of befuddlement from his words--had kratos misspoken? had his language led this sheep in his flock astray? remorse and regret met his tongue as he downed the last of his whiskey. just how long had it been since he'd last had the encounter of one so naïve, so young? ❝ granted if such levels exist, why vocalize the desire so informally? ❞











