dark devotion

The time passed between the two was getting more comfortable now that Toxicity had decided that he didn't need anything from her. He eventually volunteered that he served Venom and Sparrow laughed lightly to herself. It was just like Sirius and her mother before Deathbelle fucked that up by trying to kiss a married man- and that wasn't even before she let him free to have his own pack. Hopefully Venom wasn't so foolish as to fall in love with her guard.

He said that if she needed anything to call on him, but Toxicity couldn't imagine ever NEEDING anyone else. Not at this time anyway- she was too focused on being the perfect god-child still to warrant help from anyone else. If she was to call for someone, it would be Venom and only to talk to her, not to seek help. Toxicity nodded slowly at him, however and let the conversation close comfortably.

The two returned to work and went on for many an hour until it was nearly time for her to wash and retire for the night. She ventured into her stores and wrapped up a few pieces of dried meat Obi had made and brought them to the koi man.

"That's all for today, I think," she said, setting down the parcel and backing up a good ways, "This is to thank you- it's not as good as fresh, but it lasts a lot longer and saves you from having to stop whatever you're doing to go hunt so it's... convenient." She made a look that ensured that there was no room for denial or argument. It was precious material and he well deserved it and she would not have the embarrassment of being turned down. "Feel free to return any time," she offered, and not at all because she enjoyed his company- purely his functionality.