punk in drublic

The way the nervous boy skittered a few steps back awakened a strange kind of predatory focus in the godling. Bichromatic eyes zeroing in on the pale male and skimming over the pull of his muscles along his flanks and legs, the tautness of his neck. And then in a flash, it had passed. He blinked once, twice, let the lingering dregs of his buzz coil back around his mind like a warm fog. The words tumbled free of the other boy hesitantly and haltingly, a persistent stutter that alternated between pauses and dragging out syllables. He'd never heard anything quite like it. A thoughtful hum bubbled up from his slender ribs, and he quirked a brow ever so slightly.

The corners of his eyes crinkled as his grin widened briefly. "How kind of you," he crooned, tilting his crown for a moment as he paused to follow the path of an owl on the other end of the plains. "the world is all the better with blessings such as yourself in it." he mused, and pushed his weight further up onto his hip until he could roll his haunches back under his body to recline fully upright. Plush banner wrapped loosely around his thigh as he straightened his shoulders. "Not many have the heart to check on the wellbeing of a stranger, especially so late at night." he added, glancing pointedly at the blonde male and then away for a moment. "What's your name? Mine is Pontifex." the young wraith drawled, trailing off as he debated for a moment whether or not to offer up his surname. No, what was the point? No one knew the Fallen, not yet. It lacked the gravity of being Abraxas in these lands.

"Pontifex" || "Hallux" || "Pollux"