Tusk

A smile that he can't swallow creeps over his features, catches in his eyes. Golden sunlight and handsome features-- fuck, is this what it feels like to be a man? Maybe it was a little ego seeping in, maybe it was something else. Post nut clarity or a revelation sent from above, it's all the same. On the floor of the cathedral it's all the same. Tangled up with her, Dread knows a few more things about himself, at least.

Teeth set on Deluge's neck for a heartbeat as she speaks. "And you don't?" Dread's tone was soft, though the words carried weight in his mouth. Something edgy in the undercurrent.

The goading had simply been... encouragement. The snap had been coming, and to fracture without direction could have been dangerous. Dread's grip around her tightened, closing around Deluge's chest and shoulder. Plied by the wine and the emotions and probably too many other things, he'd said some things the night before yeah. It wasn't anything he didn't mean.

"speech"