Own (Arcanum)
10-08-2014, 03:54 AM
Only one word would come from her; why. She seemed almost shocked or confused, but Caeto could not tell her anger even after she spoke. He would raise his eyes to hers, but dropped them again mid-sentence. "I just... Need to." She would probably spit. She probably didn't want him here, but it was too late to turn back. He would lift his head slightly and grasp at her amethyst gaze, finally keeping their granites intact. "I'll serve under you, I'll do whatever it takes." He wasn't finished his solid plea, but held his instinctive neutral tone, "Just, please." "I need to come back. I'm sorry." Walk "Talk" Think |
