I call him the devil because he makes me want to sin
He hadn’t expected her to respond to the Fear like she had, but hadn’t it been a beautiful sight?
He had loved the way she exploded with it, fracturing and splintering outward, sending the land spinning outward with the force of her terror. It didn’t matter whether they fought back or drew blood or simply broke down when the horror hit their veins so long as he could drink in the reaction at all.
And what a reaction she had given.
He can still taste it, rolling around in his mouth, savoring the mouthfeel of her Fear.
Of course, he hadn’t wasted time in getting himself to safety when he felt the first blast coming. It was not the first time that he was grateful for his gifts of alien speed, slipping out of danger before he needed the magical defenses thrown up every which way. It was enough that he casually stirred the pot, planting the seeds of terror in her belly, watching her react, and then escaping with his hide still intact.
He wasn’t sure where he was heading next, although he knew he didn’t want to stay out in the open lands for too long. Still, he let his feet take him where they may. First, he swam his way to Nerine, then made his way through Taiga, and then finally found his way to the woods of eternal autumn.
Disease remained here, but he would take his chances.
At least for now.
When he sees her, muttering to herself, his shark eyes brighten with curiosity. She was one of the sharp-tongued ones from the meeting. He watches her intently for a moment, studying the way that she moves before he rolls his elegant shoulders and makes his way toward her, faster and more sure-footed than he had any right to do. “Do you always talk to yourself?” he wonders aloud as he gets closer, handsome face thoughtful. Casually, he plucks at the strings of Fear, wondering if she would remember, if she would respond or if she would recognize him as the source of it. “It’s an odd habit.”
(and every time he knocks, I can't help but let him in)
@[Rey]