༄ B i t t e n ༄

☆ 11 ☆

It's short, sorry.

"App...licant? I'm sorry I don't know what you mean." Rin backed away from the.. stranger. Amaimon seemed more like a stranger than an enemy, seeming different than he had been in Assiah.
His head swam at the scent of the other, unused to much more than dull scents and Mephistos comforting one.
He reached for where kurikara would have been, sighing softly at the lack of the sword.
"I offered my scent to you, surely you know what that means?" The alphas head tilted, eyes widening and lips parting in a confused expression. Rin hated that the look caused butterflies to erupt in his stomach, his tail curled in delight.
"No.. I don't. I'm sorry." Rin's voice croaked and Amaimon stood to his full height, making Rin feel short.
"I'll get you some water. We must talk about this, my brother is shielding you from reality."