satanic silk

His eyes lifted briefly to the night sky as Silas took to the air, abruptly and swiftly leaving the couple. Without realizing it his head cocked to the side, curious about the zephyr's sudden departure. Was it something he said? No, probably just the bird's general distaste for Silk - and the closeness that he had initiated. For a creature so protective, Silk could only imagine how his personal bubble-breaking was upsetting to the dark one, and wondered how their next interaction would go down.

He turned his attention back to the lady, and found with surprise that she had closed the distance between them once more, and was pressed against him. The warmth between them seemed to grow, and he ducked his head around the top of her neck, offering a small embrace. She seemed increasingly agitated, and he sought to bring her as much peace as he could. His words seemed to have helped a little bit, but there was still so much suffering inside the delicate figure.

And with every word she spoke he sensed she was hiding something from him. It was like she was constantly speaking in riddles, and it frustrated him. It also unnerved him that it seemed she could read his thoughts, that she spoke exactly what he had thought. Okay, cool, she gets what I'm saying, but holy shit how'd she do that? She spoke again and he found himself confused all over again. What on earth was she speaking of? The poor little dove seemed very traumatized. Though he guessed he was younger than she, he wondered how he could protect her - even protect her from herself.

Before he could get a word in edgewise, she was moving away from him. He nickered after her, trying to get her to stay, but she was already out of his reach. Don't go... His eyes held a certain sadness to them, one that he was sure she could not see as she fled from him. He hoped that he was not the one causing her pain right now, but he knew deep inside that even if he was not the cause, he was certainly the one bringing it all to the surface. He sighed and mentally kicked himself. This was one of those times he wish he knew how to be more sensitive and understanding. Understanding perhaps he could manage, but sensitive was not working so well. He spread his wings and whispered after her, Until next time, my dear. He took flight, briefly flying over her retreating form below him, and disappeared into the night sky.