Feel like a daemon... [He echoed, watching her, and noticing that scar across her arm. ...He was rather surprised that she left it there, to be frank. But, in a sense, it really wasn't all that different from the tattoo, was it? A mark of a different kind. ...And still, thinking back, to her own self, with eyes slightly aglow. ...Huh.] ...I see. I think I get it.
[He smiles, a bit warmly. Warmer than most smiles he's managed over the past week or so.]
...Desi. I know I don't have to say it, but I will anyway. Daemon, human, and anything in between, I'll be there for you, no matter what.
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Date: 2019-12-21 09:42 pm (UTC)[He smiles, a bit warmly. Warmer than most smiles he's managed over the past week or so.]
...Desi. I know I don't have to say it, but I will anyway. Daemon, human, and anything in between, I'll be there for you, no matter what.