HIS MAW STRETCHES IN A SIGH.

『 ♔ 』ᶜᵃᶰᶦᶰᵉ ᵏᶦᶰᵍ⋅                      how awful. he wasn’t fighting back. the meagre amount of empathy he had left within him ^{simmers and spits} at his insides. his features crumple in irritation, it is always much easier for him to hate those that fight back. the flick of his cigarette is abrupt. ^violent, almost. he spits _blood before taking a draw.            ❛    go on then.   ❜          he sniffs, craning his neck to pop it.    

in all honesty, he isn’t entirely sure what the other could want of him. the fact that he had approached the hound at all was astounding. it is common knowledge that he wasn’t fond of those not entirely devoted to their king. it was even his prime duty to eradicate such traitors.                      ❛    but this better be tantamount to ^war or something else equally dire.    ❜          

                          it was quite clear that being before the other meant the demon had to chose his words carefully. it was the only way he could get out of this in one piece. not to mention getting out of there as fast as possible was key. that way, he wouldn’t have to spend anymore time around the other, and it would be better for everyone..

  ❛ as you know, i’m not very well liked down there, but i have reason to believe that somethings coming. ❜ at least something that wasn’t him – for good or not… ky didn’t exactly know what, but he was trying to make up for what he had done. at least he thought as much. ❛ something… that will make what i did seem like nothing in comparison.  ❜