Confusion colors depths of bleeding gold , so light and pale they rival the suns assent , though soon they become blank . A passing cloud darkens . “ im simply looking for a lost soul .” Frigid , something so lacking and bitter fills the breathlessness of his tone as he sizes up the other with an air of genuine indifference . “ you haven’t seen anything , have you ?” The Scion of death would cock his head fleetingly to the side, as if he was unfazed by the fallen angel , and likely , he was . Vague interest floods through him as he takes in the lush grove around them, even kneeling , gentle as he strokes a lavender plant , eyes fluttering as that sweet heady aroma surrounds . A seldom comfort . “ if you have , i can leave you and your home sooner .”
@celestialroue x.