The wide world

Rattling around at the back of his skull were the remnants of an old lineage that thrilled at the prospect of luring Emile in with honeyed words, reveled in the notion that he needn't lift a single delicate digit to bend whims to his own will. But it was, nonetheless, an old lineage. A master manipulator and skilled liar he was, but a monster he was not. In his own warped way, he was being genuine. Half-assing an confession of love was simply par for the course with Pontifex. So when the subtle parting of dark lips accompanied an outward woosh of astonished breath, a tiny electric charged tripped up his spine all the same. Watching the widening of pupils and the sudden dropping of Emile's guard, even for a moment or so, told him his line had landed. As the subtle darkening of the white patch over the blond male's features betrayed the rush of blood beneath the skin of his face, there was a moment where the amethyst marked male's grin was downright toothy.

He let the conversation continue to shift away, leaving the admission hanging in the air like the heavy smell of wet earth after rainfall. Twilight eyes fixed on Emile as he gave words to the thoughts that had plagued him on the beach today. A soft, mournful hum trickled over ebon lips. The wraith bobbed his head softly in understanding. A graceful folding of his haunches beneath himself, tail curling loosely around his hip as he turned his body to properly face his companion. "Pray tell, what are you mourning?" soft vocals escaped with a soft blink and a subtle tilt of his skull in question. Emile was obviously a troubled soul, the causes of his despondence were veritably endless.

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