Head tilted back against the armrest, Hayley unlatches her arm from where it had somehow gotten thrown over her face, muffling the moans. She looked down at Ace, settled between her legs; the groan sounded as though it had been punched from her chest. Reaching down, she gripped their hair in a fist, guiding them back to where she needed them. ❛ I want to hear less of you, ❜ she teases breathlessly.

                        she takes a moment, to mull those words over. and found that she could understand it. could sympathise with the other for taking such a course of action. whilst payne had one of the craziest familial connections going, she could understand the need to protect family. to protect those that you shared blood with. she had done the same when she was a child, always fighting by her brothers side and defending him. till he became the one that she ran from. became her nightmare. ─── and its those memories that bring a small smile to her face, as she looks at the other. tattooed fingers curling around the glass in her hand, as she idly taps a beat, that only the demon knows inside her mind. ❝  was it worth it ??.  ❞ she asks softly with nought but curiosity bleeding from hazel hues. head canting to look at the other. ❝  Did it stop people hating your family, or did it make things worse.  ❞ her questions poised in curiosity. after all if the girl was mentioning them, then she wished someone to listen. and listening was one of the demons greatest skills. strangely enough.