#lul.

thief of heart for anon! (and me :3)

The question ripples off a fold of the Demon’s sleeve. It’s not that it’s unworthy, or even that he finds it bothersome-- instead he sits on the long edge of a toppled fence, glancing from between the slits of his golden claws. 

“Am I?” He tilted his head. “That’s not something you ask without confidence.”

He chuckled. “In my opinion, that is.”

His fingers returned to rest atop his lap, nonplussed either for Kayn or the enormous scythe that followed him. Certainly he was the Golden Demon, and certainly he had almost a reputation to keep, but what of it? Would it have mattered if Kayn crawled back to his master mystified that the supposed specter haunting Zed and Shen alike struck not a blade, but conversation?

Hmm. Maybe it was better if he did.

     “ — MAKE ME . . . ? ”

PROMPTS. | mutuals pls

Cecil is not the first to threaten me to my face with a buldgeoning instrument in hand. By virtue of writing this, he won’t be the last.

Chiefly I wonder just where that hunter-slime comes from. Neither his dress nor his accent is indicative of anywhere I know, and I consider myself well-traveled. I’ve at least ventured outside this forsaken island chain-- an achievement given my fellow countrymen’s outright fear of the mainland and everything else that could lie within.

I suppose his origin is meaningless all considered: it’s not as if the knowledge would sway him from his obsession with hideous poles with saws hackneyed onto them or his obsession with killing me. If anything, I find it charming. At least he’s foward in what he wants, even if it’s beyond me to give him the benefit.