The angel's calm is almost enough to soothe him. Almost. There's far too many knots in the chaos that are the demon's thoughts and feelings for it to be enough, but he thinks he could make sense or it all - or at least forget it all together - if he could just look at that face, at that calm, at him, like that, for a while longer.
What a disgustingly sweet thought. Which he can have, maybe. Which he could admit to have.
The angel's hands are still on his and he's not gripping the book quite as tight anymore. His hands still feel warm. Entirely unlike the warmth of hellfire, so native to those like the old demon himself, but softer.
"Hum." He clears his throat after another moment of silence, comfortably heavy. His voice comes as still vaguely shaking and unsure, soft all the same, lacking in his usual energy. "Where...you mentioned, moving, somewhere. Where would that be?"
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Date: 2021-06-05 12:57 am (UTC)What a disgustingly sweet thought. Which he can have, maybe. Which he could admit to have.
The angel's hands are still on his and he's not gripping the book quite as tight anymore. His hands still feel warm. Entirely unlike the warmth of hellfire, so native to those like the old demon himself, but softer.
"Hum." He clears his throat after another moment of silence, comfortably heavy. His voice comes as still vaguely shaking and unsure, soft all the same, lacking in his usual energy. "Where...you mentioned, moving, somewhere. Where would that be?"