Living gift. (RP for destiny_keeper)
Y Draig's cave warming has been one of the most gratifying events Phoenix has attended in many a year. It's been evident that many of the other guests and the host himself are of similar opinion. He could have fed on all that desire and lust from others alone if he'd needed to. Though fortunately he seldom ever had cause to resort to that and he's far less pale and weakened than at the start of the night.
The fallen angel hangs back as the dragon bids the last few of his guests goodnight. He loses himself in the cavern easily, wandering slowly, tracing his fingers over the cavern walls, absorbing the malign energies of Hell that seep out of the rock and lick into each and every pore. Oh indeed. He can feel Drake will be content here, it's perfect.
Once Drake has turned away from the last person to leave, Phoenix steps out of the shadows. The quiet respect for the one he calls his true master gleams in his eyes, as does that longing, hungry and seductive darkness. The collar he wears for Addie is dismissed into his pocket, his true one still unseen, until the dragon decides otherwise.
"You're a wonderful host." The observation is made with no hint of sycophancy, more that of flirtation. "So much so, I think you may be having trouble with a guest who won't leave."
The fallen angel hangs back as the dragon bids the last few of his guests goodnight. He loses himself in the cavern easily, wandering slowly, tracing his fingers over the cavern walls, absorbing the malign energies of Hell that seep out of the rock and lick into each and every pore. Oh indeed. He can feel Drake will be content here, it's perfect.
Once Drake has turned away from the last person to leave, Phoenix steps out of the shadows. The quiet respect for the one he calls his true master gleams in his eyes, as does that longing, hungry and seductive darkness. The collar he wears for Addie is dismissed into his pocket, his true one still unseen, until the dragon decides otherwise.
"You're a wonderful host." The observation is made with no hint of sycophancy, more that of flirtation. "So much so, I think you may be having trouble with a guest who won't leave."