Gritting his teeth against the deep sting as the water rinsed a dilute red color, he swung to listen to Nyx once again. An outright bark of laughter— one his rib immediately regretted— follows her innuendo. “Indeed, we wouldn’t want that,” his low voice rumbles with amusement as a wry, lopsided smile covers his marked face. “It’s been a pleasure, Nyx,” and he watches the hobbling, admirable, and bruised backside of the silver warrior walk away from him. A pleasure indeed, her rump swaying towards the Edge.
Shaking his giant head gently, he lowered his head once again to quench a more basic thirst. Mentally, he clung to the satisfied, post-coital ego instead of the raging conscience that waited to shred him. That would be for a later time— a lonely time. He sights gently, probing his broken reflection in the rippling waters. What a mess.
@Nyx what a fun thread <3 :D