β iβm sorry. i wish i could do more to help. β
@refabled: "iβm sorry. i wish i could do more to help." βΆ accepting prompts! (high fantasy, mature themes, dark)
The aasimar sat by the water's edge, exhausted by the what seemed to be an endless journey. The soft lapping of waves offered a brief reprieve as he gazed off toward it. It wasn't long before the brief acquaintance of a red-headed woman, approached his side. Her presence filled his senses with the fresh scent of dough and baked bread. He found it an endearing sight to see the faint dusting of flour littering her attire and just the tip of her nose. Grateful, he turned to acknowledge her, a weary half-smile claiming his lips.
"I'm sorry. I wish I could do more to help," she offered sincerely, extending a fresh, bread roll toward him.
He accepted it with gratitude, the warmth of the bread comforting against the chill of dusk settling in. It wasn't until she was near enough that her sole pale blue eye caught his attention, a unique hue that sparked his curiosity. Daemon thanked with a silent nod, his expression sincere. Teeth tearing into the baked good, his mouth salivated and welcomed the taste like he hadn't ate in days.
Had it been?
Feeling a tinge of guilt for receiving without giving, he confessed, "I feel like an arse for not being able to offer something in return." A faux desire to reciprocate flickered in his heterochromatic eyes. It wasn't often that he was given kindness along the road. "Is there anything you need, anything I can do for you?" he inquired, secretly hoping she would dismiss the offer, allowing him to rest a while longer in the company of someone unexpectedly generous.


















