Satou only smirked with a boyish cocky smile as he seen her cheeks burn a cherry red. He couldn't help but snicker at the girls flustered intentions. Maybe it wasn't right for him to reveal his body to her in such a way, maybe if she was older he would have bedded with her at this point. The idea made his face redden a bit when the other customers snickered and laughed in the background. He was lost in his memories, the pain was eroding him and he wanted nothing more then to drown his memories, smothering them till he could not see her face anymore. But another face came to his eyes, the first person he ever loved and most likely the only person whom still holds his heart even in the grave. His left hand shook as he reached for the bottle, but stopped when he felt the slightest tug on his shirt.
His curious eyes looks to see the girls hand grabbing his shirt, the look in her eyes showed compassion and pity. As in his mind she was to say how sorry she was for him to have gone through such a thing. He had the ability to look into her mind and read her thoughts, her words that never left her lips. His smile warmed at the thoughts she had. He almost felt an awkward tug in his chest, maybe a little bit of that ice was milting away.
When she whispered her condolences the warmth in his smile never faded. But the snickering and whispering of the two grew just a bit louder then the music in the background. Satou never like people talking behind his back.
The demon turned his head clear round and hissed at the air. They quickly fell silent and the demon uttered something illegible under his tongue in an even more odd language.
"Oblaan Hin Zul" A wind roared past the doors as some of the patrons looked fearfully at the demon sitting next to the girl. Others coughed and cleared their throats as the laughing and snickering stopped. And eerie silence, aside from the music playing in the background. The tune had changed though. It seemed more foreign each track that played.
The words that came from the demons lips sounded snake like and slithered across his tongue. The sound of his voice sent shivers up every persons spine, like sharp talons gingerly traveling along your skin. All your hairs wish to stand on end, but your skin shakes and trembles. It stopped for the girl, when his hand took hers. Her hand that still gripped his thine shirt. His hand felt like ice against hers, but in moments it warmed and mimicked the temperature of her skin.
"Condolences mean nothing to the dead, I honor her by living through her and knowing myself as a man. I believe if she raised me, I wouldn't change from who I am today. Her spirit lives through me, and some nights. I hear her singing to me." He smirked as he gave her hand back for her to use how she wished.
"The demon, it shows me visions of her. I know what she looks like, what her smile looks like. I can hear her voice. Some nights, it helps me sleep. Other nights, I screams of pain. It's like nothing I can describe in the language of man alone. Nor its tongue and voice..." He opened up another bottle that slid down the counter as he caught it without even turning his head away from her.
The bartender down the other end was cleaning some clay mugs. His face seemed blank and distant, as if he knew what to do out of muscle memory. Satou was his regular most nights.
The demon sat and continued drinking, as he paused mid sip, pulls the cup from hsi lip. "Did you want something else to eat or drink? The old man is well adapted with a multitude of fine foods." The demon jabbed. "Have you ever sneaked a drink from your parents?" He laughed to lighten the atmosphere that felt so dead heavy.
(*Satou uses Remove Writers Block* *It was super effective!*)
His curious eyes looks to see the girls hand grabbing his shirt, the look in her eyes showed compassion and pity. As in his mind she was to say how sorry she was for him to have gone through such a thing. He had the ability to look into her mind and read her thoughts, her words that never left her lips. His smile warmed at the thoughts she had. He almost felt an awkward tug in his chest, maybe a little bit of that ice was milting away.
When she whispered her condolences the warmth in his smile never faded. But the snickering and whispering of the two grew just a bit louder then the music in the background. Satou never like people talking behind his back.
The demon turned his head clear round and hissed at the air. They quickly fell silent and the demon uttered something illegible under his tongue in an even more odd language.
"Oblaan Hin Zul" A wind roared past the doors as some of the patrons looked fearfully at the demon sitting next to the girl. Others coughed and cleared their throats as the laughing and snickering stopped. And eerie silence, aside from the music playing in the background. The tune had changed though. It seemed more foreign each track that played.
The words that came from the demons lips sounded snake like and slithered across his tongue. The sound of his voice sent shivers up every persons spine, like sharp talons gingerly traveling along your skin. All your hairs wish to stand on end, but your skin shakes and trembles. It stopped for the girl, when his hand took hers. Her hand that still gripped his thine shirt. His hand felt like ice against hers, but in moments it warmed and mimicked the temperature of her skin.
"Condolences mean nothing to the dead, I honor her by living through her and knowing myself as a man. I believe if she raised me, I wouldn't change from who I am today. Her spirit lives through me, and some nights. I hear her singing to me." He smirked as he gave her hand back for her to use how she wished.
"The demon, it shows me visions of her. I know what she looks like, what her smile looks like. I can hear her voice. Some nights, it helps me sleep. Other nights, I screams of pain. It's like nothing I can describe in the language of man alone. Nor its tongue and voice..." He opened up another bottle that slid down the counter as he caught it without even turning his head away from her.
The bartender down the other end was cleaning some clay mugs. His face seemed blank and distant, as if he knew what to do out of muscle memory. Satou was his regular most nights.
The demon sat and continued drinking, as he paused mid sip, pulls the cup from hsi lip. "Did you want something else to eat or drink? The old man is well adapted with a multitude of fine foods." The demon jabbed. "Have you ever sneaked a drink from your parents?" He laughed to lighten the atmosphere that felt so dead heavy.
(*Satou uses Remove Writers Block* *It was super effective!*)