�black snake moan.

*Syrinx* · (This post was last modified: 08-21-2013, 07:34 AM by Syrinx.)

the demon thrives on the indifference given unto him. he loathes silence as much as he resides in it, he loves chaos, is drawn to it as one is pulled into a lover's embrace. the dark prince, so self-absorbed, so focused on his own standing. He is a king, he is an arch-angel, and he does not play well with others. nameless eyes of lucent are finally found, black as the abyss, and the devil falls silent, falls short of things to say, and can admit that his envy is remarkable. such intensity, such indifference, and yet there is an edge he can not begin to touch. or can he? ivories dream of sinking into the man's flesh, of ridding the damned world of one so righteous to all that he would hold dear, but non, he does not aim to go forward, does not choose to wreak havoc now. there is no war to be fought, albeit his internal battles, "I'm always disappointed," he hisses, the words jumping from his throat, smothering the atmosphere in which he crafted, "You alter my perception of things none," and now he dares, so quickly, to move towards his opponent. For, as it would seem, Syrinx is not the level-headed one in the equation, and so willingly elects Lucent as the ambassador of the situation. he halts non to far from the man, his hot breath painting the air, his saliva falling in heavy wetness to the ground, "What does this place hold for you?" Alacritis was his, everything was his, possession was formidable within' his mind.

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