when did you start looking at me like that? ( claude )
𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. far be it from the average person finding themselves smitten by grotesque, repugnant offsprings of hellish entities. maddening beasts whom would stalk their victims 'til they engorge themselves on exquisite taste of human souls. hence they are deemed hostiles, interrupting the very nature of life and death. of order and balance a grim reaper maintains stability over. eliza defies their logical conclusions, heart bleeding for demons whom are simply cast under an unfair umbrella label. good conscience resides in even pure evil.
so she smiles at claude. acknowledging his caring for the yellow canary in his hand. praise unspoken yet. redemption feels tangibly close within his grasp. eliza's conviction emboldens her resolve to continue acting as a beacon of positive influence. help him dock his ship to the bay. help him learn how it feels to bear a good nature.
❝ like what ? ❞ she asks innocently, feigning ignorance. hand lofts, stifling a short string of titters. it is humorous, she will admit, to observe a demon gingerly tending to wildlife in the palm of his hand. eliza unites her hands together upon her back, tilting her figure forward slightly. ❝ like i am proud of you ? is that a problem, mister faustus ? ❞ she teased.
