Snippet #2231902

"A parasite, he calls himself Neberius. He's," the raven paused, pale lips pressing together as he seemed to think for a fleeting moment. She rose an eyebrow despite herself, and nodded her head as he continued his sentence. "You won't have to be afraid of him." Chriselle then took a moment to ponder on what her new 'friend' had said - a parasite, meaning he had no independent body like Murmur. The demon had told her that there were multiple types of demons, rather than just one like himself; but she was under the minor impression that most demons had their own bodies. Obviously, the impression was wrong.

Her eyes flickered to his pale hand, of which mixed against the opaque black of his locks, pushing them in an upwards motion and surprising her. A mark had been embedded there, one that matched the intricity of her own and caught her off guard. Rory had said absolutely nothing, the mark on his skin simply a reminder to him of his contract, though it sent her spiraling into awe. She went slack-jawed, and despite her internal protests, she stepped forward and brushed her fingers against his skin. Chriselle's touch was light, simply a feather barely brushing against a surface, and porcelain met porcelain. It was simply a moment of shock before she yanked her arm back, frowning.

"I'm...sorry..." She muttered, shaking her head. She couldn't even understand why she had touched him - though they were 'friends', Chriselle knew full well that her touch may have made him uncomfortable. "I...couldn't help it."