Personal Day || Open Jan 18, 2017 13:10:57 GMT -7
Post by Ichabod Afof on Jan 18, 2017 13:10:57 GMT -7
He would admit to being impressed by her. His first concept of Solana was a villainess with a taste for sin. The kind of woman who enjoyed all of the worldly pleasures Fortuna had to offer, enjoying vanity, gluttony, and lust to their darkest hearts. Her demand however, textured her. She was no longer a primitive creature driven by sin. No longer something he could just shape as putty. No, he would need to be more cautious - the voice would be glad of such a thought.
Still, despite this new layer, she was still a sinful little heathen, her position leaving that crystal clear. Her hands on either arm of the chair, her body with quietly heaving breaths hovering above him, the heat of her breath in his face -- and the malicious glint of her eyes that had made her so interesting in the first place. "My dear Solana," He smirked, not moving a muscle, letting her control the distance between them, "I'm afraid bullshit would be all us demons have."
He chuckled a little, permitting his eyes to flicker across her, following the line of her body to the floor where their child writhed, and then back to her once more. He was hungry. Her flesh was a taunt. But he would be patient... His purpose was too important. "As all of my kind, I've a need to stir the pot. Create ripples on calm waters," That was an understatement, it would have been more accurate to say tsunamis at the shores of populated villages.
"I admit though... I've a plan to alter the fabric of the world. Reshape it into something far more... Interesting. Tell me--" He raised a hand up to her face and lightly brushed hair from her cheek with the back of his hand, "Have you ever considered what kind of titillating terrors our world could hold if souls could walk freely between death and life?"