a blue gaze stares across the span of space between them, mouth set in a LINE  ( perpetually ), half a look of interest playing across features held otherwise still; time bleeds into itself, demands a certain amount of attention he CAN’T be BOTHERED to give save when it suits him---save in moments like THESE, with a soul as black as the void sitting across from him, done up pretty, but still destined for a future of DAMNATION.     ❛ ----------You don’t look the type to just take the avoidance of hell as a GOOD ENOUGH payment. ❜