[ this girl's knowledge of her own hair - long, gleaming, fairly healthy speaks for itself. the things she says about having servants who normally attend her, having the knowledge to style it, and even the mention of (thank ra!) hair oils only drive his request forward. it's exactly what he wants. even with the dark path lingering before them, waiting to swallow them up, he'll make every attempt at speaking with her as if there is nothing abnormal about their situation.
perhaps there isn't, in the end. perhaps he is exactly where he ought to be, and she - either she is caught up in his wake, or is the same as him. set hopes for the former, in truth; he would rather think she is desperate enough to link herself to an evil god, than possessed of anything sinister. humans ought not to be filled with such darkness, especially human women -- though they were, because of him.
if that were the case, he would be truly responsible for her. his evil, the poison he'd released unto the world... it had reached so far, as to find her. ]
But, yes. Do you not find your knowledge valuable enough to trade for my protection?
[ a second question, sighed out as he steps onto the dark path. he does not offer his hand to her, but maintains sight of her slender form out of the corner of one of his eyes. he won't let her stray far, nor be swallowed up without being able to reach her for -- whatever is to come. ]
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[ this girl's knowledge of her own hair - long, gleaming, fairly healthy speaks for itself. the things she says about having servants who normally attend her, having the knowledge to style it, and even the mention of (thank ra!) hair oils only drive his request forward. it's exactly what he wants. even with the dark path lingering before them, waiting to swallow them up, he'll make every attempt at speaking with her as if there is nothing abnormal about their situation.
perhaps there isn't, in the end. perhaps he is exactly where he ought to be, and she - either she is caught up in his wake, or is the same as him. set hopes for the former, in truth; he would rather think she is desperate enough to link herself to an evil god, than possessed of anything sinister. humans ought not to be filled with such darkness, especially human women -- though they were, because of him.
if that were the case, he would be truly responsible for her. his evil, the poison he'd released unto the world... it had reached so far, as to find her. ]
But, yes. Do you not find your knowledge valuable enough to trade for my protection?
[ a second question, sighed out as he steps onto the dark path. he does not offer his hand to her, but maintains sight of her slender form out of the corner of one of his eyes. he won't let her stray far, nor be swallowed up without being able to reach her for -- whatever is to come. ]
What are you called, anyways?