She does not shy away from the emptiness of his black eyes; she meets his gaze head on, defiant and proud. There is almost a laugh that escapes his mouth but he refrains somehow, the only semblance of it being the sinister curl of his pale lips as they turn upwards. She is rigid; unafraid - much like him, he muses, as the soullessness of his eyes rake across the brilliant and vibrant color of her eyes and face, pressing the teal-green of her cheek into the hardness of his mouth in a kiss that is not at all in lust - more like possession.
The violet light vibrates across her once again (like a viper posed in warning, rattling its tail, ready to strike) and it lights up the darkness of his eyes with a haunting glow. His face is thoughtful, calculating, foreboding for all of a few tense moments as if he is making some sort of decision, and then the algae-green and pearl stallion snorts sharply.
She is too delectable to be thrown away; she is a trinket in and of herself, something to entertain his bored mind. His water releases her with a gentle shove - nearly playful - and it slithers back into the deep with a gurgle, but not before grabbing the emerald shell from the forest floor and returning it to its home amongst the muck of the lake-bottom.
The drowned god takes a single step away from her (far enough to allow her to relax, perhaps, but still close enough to make it known that he does not expect her to try to go anywhere any time soon), the murkiness of the lakewater reflecting in his gaze. “Why are you here?” It’s posed as a question, though it hardly sounds like one as it rattles from his throat.
god, make me pay like the devil i am
@[Celest]