felt the barbs of his pitchfork pressing up against my soul [closed]

[inferus]

WHO: Wrath + Closed logs w/ Emilia and later Five + let me know if you want stuff for traveling times
WHEN: After the beacon + rest of January as needed
WHERE: Taravast/traveling.
WHAT: Returning from canon update into Taravast. Plus travel shenanigans later.
WARNINGS: Talks about Hell most likely along with some Taravast discussion.

Comments

[valeas]

Matters here.

By necessity, more than anything else. The caveat is well perceived, and echoes her own conditions upon arriving to Taravast. It's not a pleasant feeling to find herself on the other side of it, though it's no less deserved.

Understandable, too, for all that she is unfairly wounded for it. She can no longer claim ignorance for why he is this way. She marched through those yawning gates and submitted herself to unspeakable horrors with grim defiance.

Learned all the brutal shades of the world he rules. The world she will rule.

"I don't know if that says more about me or you."

[inferus]

There is a ghost of a thin smile upon his face.

It is gone as quickly as it appears - too fleeting to be pointed out, but her words amuse him, genuinely, despite the nature of their circumstances. He far prefers when the trust between them can go deeper, but he is not ready yet even though he understands why she has never been able to give herself fully to him.

He would not want her to until she was ready.

"I believe it says an equal amount about us both"

They are well suited (enough) to rule Hell together for a reason, and whatever occurred in that bedroom, there is no one else he would rather face this world with than her.